Never Kiss an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (46 page)

I bounced up and he wrapped his arms around me. His face came in close and he inhaled my scent, breathing through my hair, entangled yet again with his strong, incredible fingers.

“Yeah, I mean, it's over now...we have to get on with all the other stuff. Right?” I'd never sounded so nervous with a man after having him naked.

But Skin was the first man in ages to make me come, and the only one who'd done it with such an intensity, without even touching me directly between my legs. He'd done it with his energy, his strength, whatever strange spell he had over my body.

“You're cute, babe, for real.” He smiled, staring deep into my eyes. “I meant every word I said. If this is just a one night thing, then I'm gonna spend every minute fucking you. You know I searched your purse the first time we brought you in. Have you been good about taking those pills, or what?”

My heart came to a screeching stop and took a few seconds to reboot in my chest. Was he really asking to take my virginity – and was I going to give it to him?

I reached up for his face, running my fingernails across it.
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.

Everything about this man tripped my buttons. It was like he was made for me, and I'd found him in the most fucked up way possible.

Mostly, I adored him because he let me forget. He helped me imagine a different future, even if he was the very thing holding me here in this stupid clubhouse. It didn't matter – Skin told me I could take control, on my own terms, and maybe someday I could be more than a spoiled party girl or a broken ex-whore.

“Babe, I need an answer, and I'm not gonna wait all damned night.” He grabbed my hand by the wrist and pressed it to his cock, making me feel him ballooning, hard and hungry as ever for me.

Very slowly, I nodded, blushing like a prom girl.

“Take me, Skin. I meant what I said too...I'm yours for the night. Just for tonight. I don't want to forget you when all this is over.” It took everything I had to hold his gaze without looking away. “Give me something to remember.”

My words unchained something wild inside him. Even
wilder
than what I'd seen so far, and it was ten times as insane when he threw me on the bed and started tearing off my clothes.

Off went my shirt, my jeans. He growled as he unhooked my bra, flipping me over while his hand went below the waistband to my panties, shedding them in one rough fist.

He didn't waste any time kicking off his clothes either. The same half-naked body I'd watched and admired before revealed itself, except this time I knew it was going to be all over me, taking me, claiming me.

His hot, aggressive lips touched mine. It was like he transferred his manic energy, kissing me so hard I couldn't even think about teasing him, needing his mouth on mine as much as I needed air. My lips parted, and his tongue sank into me, taking control.

Skin's tongue frolicked with mine for the next several minutes. He kissed me in ways I didn't know men could kiss, and I feasted on his passion, everything I sensed in his kiss and in his heart.

His hand slid between my thighs. Two stiff fingers pushed into my soaked pussy, catching me by surprise, so sudden and intense I nearly flew off the bed.

“Relax, babe,” he whispered softly, a mischievous smile on his face. “You picked the best man in the world to fuck you for the very first time, and I'm not gonna let you down. I'll just leave you hoarse from all the screaming you'll be doing tonight, fucking my mouth, my hands, my cock, fucking me 'til you can't. You'll love it.”

“Yes!” It wasn't even a question, but I added my voice anyway, staring at him with such heat in my eyes it was starting to scare me.

We kissed while he fingered me. Skin's marvelous thumb pressed on my clit, and I went wild, rocking into him, bucking my hips over and over and over.

I thought he was going to send me straight over the edge again, but he had other plans.

If his fingers were bliss, then his mouth was heaven. Nothing prepared me for his face sinking down, stopping to tease my nipples with his teeth and tongue, before he stamped a hot trail all the way down my body.

His lips stopped at my pussy for a small eternity, teasing me with his hot breath and stubble. Shallow licks caressed my inner thighs, then drove higher, straight over my clit. My fingernails dug into his head and I tried with all my might to push him into me.

The bastard resisted, enjoying his amusement, teasing me until I couldn't hold it anymore.

“Please lick me, Skin. Fuck me. I'm dying.
Please.
”

I begged him for all I was worth. And tonight, that was everything, as I learned when he finally gave in and let me have what I'd wanted.

He taught me real passion. The bad boy between my legs savaged me with his mouth, pulling my legs open, throwing them over his shoulders while I trembled and gasped.

His tongue fucked me, sucked me, and did everything in between. Raw heat pulsed out his mouth, covering my entire slit, before he began to focus his licks and forceful kisses around my clit.

I clawed at the sheets underneath us, losing control in the space of a heartbeat.

“Oh, hell, Skin, that feels so good...too fucking good. Shit! You're going to make me...”

It sounded like I wanted to say
come,
but really it was
yours
on my tongue.

I couldn't get out another word as climax crashed over me. Every muscle in my body tensed and the fireball building in my womb exploded, rippling outward, giving me the greatest pleasure of my life.

Incredible. Better than anything I'd had, except what I knew I'd feel with his cock slamming into me.

Skin's mouth fucked me into total submission through the whole thing. His pleasure dragged me so deep for so long the fiery stars filled my vision, engulfing me completely, scorching me from the inside out.

Somewhere inside me, the wounds Ricky inflicted broke open and drained.

I came back to life with his hand gently moving across my face, wiping away tears. He held my head, kept me from shaking, panicking, freaking out.

“Let it out, baby. Get it all the fuck outta your system before I shake you so hard you'll be crying over the pleasure instead.”

I pushed my face up to his, and we twirled tongues once again. His taste completely addicted me. I worried I'd go to pieces by now, but my body craved more, begged him to go all the way, to fill me and fuck me like no man ever had.

Like no man ever would.

No, I couldn't let myself think like that. I had to just enjoy the moment. If we did the sane thing, this would all be over tomorrow, just like it should be.

Breathe in, breathe out. Experience everything Skin had to offer for one amazing night. Just one night.

This wasn't love. This wasn't worship. This was fucking, plain and simple, two people throwing themselves into one wild attraction to sate their urges.

His hands gripped my legs and pushed them apart. His rough stubble grazed my neck as he traced a line along my throat, dipping to my cleavage, and then back up again, where he caught the skin on my neck and sucked it hard enough to bruise.

His cock moved against me, teasing, wedged against my clit. I threw my arms around his neck and squeezed, all I could do to stop myself from panting and going to pieces.

“Feels like I've been waiting half my life to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock. You ready for me, babe?”

I stared up at him through narrowed eyes, wondering how he had the energy to speak when we were so fucking close.

“Yes! Please, Skin. I want you inside me.” Blood brushed my veins like sandpaper, melting me from the inside out.

No exaggeration. I hadn't needed anything this bad in my entire life, except my own freedom.

He bared his teeth and kissed me again, rubbing his cock harder through my folds, one thrust away from claiming me forever.

“You'll have to do better than that. I don't believe you. Is this what you want, babe?” He rocked his hips into mine, grunting as my wetness coated him. “This, yeah? If you wanna feel me fucking you straight through this mattress, then you'll beg for it, Meg. Beg for every damned inch.”

“Please!” I panted, feeling like the floor was dropping out underneath us. “Please...please...you're
killing
me, Skin!”

He let out a small snort. The steady rhythm in his hips brushing mine grew harder, more urgent, as if I'd finally said the magic word.

“Bullshit. We haven't gotten started yet, babe. You'll die and come back to life a few more times before I'm through with you.” His hips shifted, and I felt his cock's tip poised at my entrance, throbbing heat ready to own me. “You're mine now, woman. Hell, you were mine the second I laid eyes on you in that shithole. We're just making this formal with sweat and flesh since we've already spilled blood.”

His words lit me on fire. But it was nothing compared to the hard, sudden thrust of his hips. His fullness sank into me, gliding through my depths, stretching me open and taking me hard.

“Skin!” His name hissed across my tongue like a mantra.

He reached behind my head, seized my hair, and jerked my head straight. His strokes came, gradual and harder each time he pounded into me, staring deep into my eyes the whole time.

I saw fire. Smoke. Mountains coming down inside me, an avalanche of pleasure blanketing my soul.

The ruins of my old life suddenly set free, all the pain rocketing away from me, fueled by this ecstasy. Skin fulfilled his promise in every thrust, fucking me like I'd never imagined. There was nothing soft or tender about it, and I realized that wasn't even close to what I'd been looking for.

He took me like a man should, forcing me to feel every inch of him, every flex of his muscles. He reminded me I was a living, breathing woman, one who craved his sweet release a little more every time his cock slammed into me.

“Oh, God. Don't stop, don't stop, don't ever fucking stop,” I murmured, losing myself in the rising tide of ecstasy.

“Come on my cock, woman. I'm gonna pull out and walk away if I don't feel you clenching all over me in the next minute.”

Oh, shit!
His threat only made me fuck him harder.

The tearing and mild discomfort I'd felt when he stretched me open faded in the frantic pleasure shooting through me. My hips rose, bucking against his, taking his cock deeper with every stroke.

I loved how we fused, one in the moment, working without worry toward our own sweet release. And he guided me there, dragged me along, a leader I wanted to follow with my everything.

Growling, he fucked me harder, so rough my ass slammed deep into the mattress each time he went deep. The bed shrieked beneath us, but it had nothing on the scream building up in my core, the explosion ready to wreck my body.

“Come, baby girl. Come like the beautiful woman you are. Come so fucking hard you see stars and nothing else. Come now!” His chant threw me over the edge.

I scratched his neck so hard I was afraid I'd drawn blood. Everything below my waist tightened, convulsed, gushed, and I lost all my senses. My vision blurred and I turned into a shaking, writhing mess.

The release I found beneath him devoured me completely, like riding an atomic wave. I came forever in that sweet, merciful place where there was no pain or regret or fear, just soft warmth and raging passion.

Skin was a drug. My brain crackled like he'd given me a hit of something I'd never leave behind without wanting more. That scared me, but not so much I'd dream of letting him go tonight.

Not like there was much choice either.

He barely let me come up for breath as my climax faded. His face looked more intense than ever, rivulets running off both of us. He power fucked me straight through it and kept going, working his cock deeper.

The fire his friction kindled seemed almost endless. A minute or two after I'd come once, the ache in my womb was building again, and this time I wanted to feel his release too.

I dug my nails into his neck and rode him harder, jerking my body up and down in mad waves, begging for his come before the words even left my mouth.

“Make me come again, Skin. I want to feel your cock explode inside me. Don't let me come alone this time. Come with me. Please. Please.
Please!
”

His face twitched when I begged the last time. He jerked my hair harder, growling as his hips picked up speed, taking me so fast and hard it probably would've hurt if we hadn't built up to the perfect tempo together.

“You think you know what you do to me, babe? You don't know shit,” he growled, his voice darkening more with every word. “I'm gonna fuck you senseless. I'm gonna fuck my balls dry all damned night. I'm gonna give you something to remember when you're home in your mansion, one good memory to cherish, so fucking incredible you'll frig your clit to me even when you're married to some boring, white collar chucklefuck. You're
mine
tonight, dammit, and my come's about to be yours.”

Please do!
I thought, right before everything in my head turned to static.

Please, Skin. Please. For fuck's sake, please!

My body raged. My muscles turned to iron as I locked onto him and rode him for all I was worth, panting and moaning the whole time, becoming his vessel.

He fucked me like a madman for at least another minute. Neither of us could make a sound except for the ragged, savage grunts spilling out of us.

Then he plunged into me one last time, holding himself against my womb, swelling so big I felt the torrent for a split second before it began.

“Fuck!” Skin roared first.

“Oh. My. God.” I was right behind him.

We came. Savagely, relentlessly, wildly.

Our pulses mingled and our bodies rippled with carnal delight. His fire tore through me, a blaze set by the molten seed he spilled inside me. His cock jerked inside me over and over, rooted so deep, filling me until I overflowed around him.

I'd lost it with him a couple times before, but this...this wasn't even on the same planet.

Climax swept me up in a tsunami of heat, skin, and his feral curses. I took one last glimpse at the dark, violent ink seething on his chest before my eyes pinched shut.