When we finally broke apart, I tugged the spare helmet from the saddlebag and offered it to her. “Where we goin’?”
Monica accepted the helmet and popped it over her head. “Downtown Holiday Inn.” Her eyes sparkled with humor as she patted my bike. “Ready for a little foreplay, baby?”
“Jesus.” Everything about her was sexual. I’d never met someone so forward in my life. Some guys might have found her intimidating, but I found it hot as fuck. I was stoked about being with a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to get after it.
I threw my leg over my bike, and she settled in behind me, pressing her boobs against my back while her breath tickled my neck. Hands roamed over my abs again, feeling me through the thin T-shirt I wore under my cut as she let out an appreciative moan. Her scent wrapped around me, driving me out of my mind. By the time I pulled onto the street, she was stroking my cock through my jeans and laughing at the curses that kept spilling from my lips.
Half expecting her to undo my pants and give me a handjob on the freeway, I hauled ass, making it to the hotel in record time since a speeding ticket seemed slightly favorable to an indecent exposure fine. We slipped past the main desk and she attacked me as soon as the elevator door closed. Plump, soft lips mashed into mine, and hands were everywhere: behind my neck, tugging my T-shirt out of my jeans, stroking my cock, the broad was a goddamn octopus. I was unprepared for her onslaught, but I welcomed the hell out of it. Our tongues danced as she rubbed her core against mine while unbuttoning my jeans.
The elevator doors dinged open.
She slowly pushed herself off me and grabbed ahold of my cut, towing me down the hall. Halting in front of a door, she flashed a keycard and let us in. As soon as we crossed the threshold, she shoved me. My back hit the wall and she followed, attacking once again. As we kissed, her hands slid under my cut long enough to tug it down my shoulders. She caught the leather vest before it hit the ground and tossed it on the sofa before ripping my T-shirt over my head. Her hungry gaze drifted down my exposed torso as she undid my zipper and shoved my pants and boxer briefs down over my ass to free my cock.
She’d gotten me mostly naked in less than a minute, and she was still fully dressed. Needing to even the score, I grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged until she broke our connection and raised her arms. Tossing her shirt aside, I studied the lacy light pink bra she wore beneath it. The contrast against her dark skin was sexy as fuck. “Beautiful,” I breathed.
“You just gonna stand there and stare at me?” Her deep, breathy voice was made for phone sex. It had my cock aching to be inside her. “Beauty should be touched. Fondled. Shoved into the mattress and fucked hard.”
Her foul mouth made me impossibly harder as she removed her bra and revealed the perfect tits beneath it. I palmed them, pinching the nipples, and she threw her head back in response. Lowering, I sucked on a nipple and she moaned her appreciation. Rolling her flesh between my teeth, I gave her a gentle nip.
“Yes,” she breathed, running her fingers through my short hair. “Just like that.”
As I switched nipples, she put her foot on my jeans and boxers and kicked them the rest of the way down my legs. Then she froze and her gaze landed on my artificial leg. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before the surprise wore off and she unzipped her shorts.
Clearly, she didn’t give a fuck about my missing leg, which was the best reaction I could have hoped for. Thankful for the lack of pity or questions, I let her tow me toward the bed.
“Lay down on your back,” she commanded.
I damn well did as I was told. She looked over my body. Ignoring my prosthesis, she ran the tips her fingers from my other ankle up to my cock. She stroked it a few times before continuing her trip up my chest and neck to circle my lips.
“You have nice lips. I bet they’d look amazing attached to my pussy.”
I sat up far enough to kiss her. Wrapping my arms around her back, I brought her down to the bed with me. “You have nice lips. Soft. Plump. Bet they’d look incredible wrapped around my cock.”
She laughed. “Only one way to find out.” Turning her body around, she hovered above my face, facing my feet. Crotch poised inches above my lips, she said, “Let’s see what you can do with that tongue.”
Her bare, dark pink pussy looked inviting as hell, so I licked her from clit to ass. She moaned, settling herself against my lips and encouraging me to do more. Rolling my tongue through her folds, I feasted on the taste of her as she bent forward and slid her lips over my cock. She did her best to take me all in. I hit the back of her throat and stars exploded behind my eyes.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
She pulled off. “More licking, less talking. Winner gets to choose the next position.”
“Winner?” Her taste on my tongue and her lips wrapped around my cock felt like winning to me. The words ‘next position’ sounded encouraging as hell. “You plannin’ some sort of marathon?”
She swiped her tongue around my shaft and palmed my balls. “Absolutely. Think you can keep up? The first person to come, loses.”
That was a competition I could handle. Chuckling, I went back to the task at hand, and so did she. We both licked and sucked for all we were worth. When she brought her hand to the party—stroking down my shaft as her mouth sucked the tip—I gritted my teeth and buried two fingers inside her pussy, curving them toward her G-spot. She muttered something incoherent and squeezed her channel around my fingers before sucking me into the back of her throat again.
My vision went white and my balls drew up, but I refused to come. Still attacking her G-spot with my fingers, I sucked her clit into my mouth and massaged the hell out of it with my tongue. She exploded on my face, swearing like a sailor.
I’d won.
I licked off every ounce of my victory before sitting up and bending her over so I could claim my reward. She did say that beauty should be shoved into the mattress and fucked hard, and I intended to show her just how beautiful she was.
As I reached for my wallet, she jerked away from me. “What are you doing?” she asked.
Flipping it open, I grabbed the foil packet within and held it in the air for her to see.
“Hell to the no.” She scooted off the bed to reach inside her purse. “I don’t know what sort of super sperm you have up here in Seattle, but one of your boys already grounded my girl, and I am not losing my wings to anyone. I brought my own jackets.” She tossed me a condom. “Wrap it up with that.”
