Breaking Spade (Dead Presidents MC Book 6) Page 6

  And there was no way I was letting that happen. She didn’t have a damn thing to be ashamed or afraid of, so I told her the truth. “There’s nothing in the world I want more than to fuck you right now.”

  Her gaze snapped back to mine. She was so self-conscious, her hands moved to cover up her breasts. Forcing them back down, her eyes filled with vulnerability. She wanted this as much as I did, but she needed me to take control, to be like the men in her books. I could do that. Hell, I’d enjoy it.

  “Get your fine ass over here.” I snapped.

  She bit her lip and desire filled her eyes. She liked being told what to do. Good. I had more where that came from.

  “Now. Don’t make me tell you again.”

  A shiver of excitement went down her body as she held my gaze and marched forward. I met her halfway, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against me. Our bodies pressed together, and I dropped my head to finally taste her lips. She tasted like mango lip gloss and peppermint toothpaste and I reveled in it as my hands began an exploration of her curves. Her body was perfect, her tits round and warm, and her slender waist flared out to hips big enough to grab onto. As our tongues danced, my fingers slipped under her nightgown for some skin-to-skin contact.

  My jeans were killing me, so I unzipped them and gave my cock room to breathe. The relief practically made me light-headed. Breaking off the kiss, I palmed Jessica’s ass and picked her up, depositing her on the edge of the bed. She started to take off her glasses, but I stopped her.

  “No. Leave them on. They’re sexy.”

  She looked up at me with those big brown eyes and it took everything in me not to shove my cock in her mouth. That would happen later. Our first time needed to be about her. She was looking for a one-night stand, but I wanted her to come so hard she’d be breaking down my door for seconds, thirds, and fourths. Placing my hand between her breasts, I gently laid her back on the bed with her legs hanging over the end. Then I grabbed her by the hips and scooted her forward until her ass was balancing on the edge.

  Lowering myself to my knees, I spread her legs. She had a trim little landing strip leading to a dark pink pussy, and the scent of her arousal had my mouth watering long before I licked her seam.

  Jessica’s hips flexed at the contact, and she let out a low moan.

  She might not be a virgin, but I was right, she hadn’t been properly fucked. A kinky little freak was hiding behind business attire and glasses, and I was excited to be the one who would set her free. I rose up her body, lifting her nightie as I trailed kisses over her stomach. Landing on her left breast, I swirled my tongue around the nipple while using my free hand to tease the other one. I sucked and pulled and nibbled as she writhed beneath me, her breath heavy and labored with want.

  I kissed my way up to her lips again, grinding my boxer-covered cock against her core before migrating south to her lower lips. She gasped when my mouth landed on her clit. Swirling my tongue as I sucked, I teased her entrance with a finger.

  “Ohmigod.” Jessica’s entire body tensed.

  “Like that, do you?” I blew against her soaking wet clit.

  She shuddered. “Yes. More. Please.” Her hips rose to force my finger deeper.

  Her channel was so tight, getting my cock inside her would be a struggle. I added a finger and stretched her wider, preparing her for what was to come. Her juices ran down my hand as her inner walls clenched. She was close. I wasn’t ready for her to come yet, so I pulled my fingers out and pressed my tongue flat against her clit.

  She stared down at me, her eyes wild with need. “What the…? I was… Why…?” That last question came out as a whimper.

  Proud of the fact that she couldn’t even form a complete sentence, I stood and tugged off my jeans. “What do you want from me, Jess?”

  Her eyes narrowed. “I want… the things you suggested. When I was in my car.”

  I chuckled. No way in hell was I letting her get off without asking for it. Stepping out of my boxer-briefs, I slid my hand up and down my shaft. Her gaze followed my motions, and she licked her lips.

  Fuck that was hot.

  “Gotta say the words, babe. What do you want me to do to you?”

  “I want you to… sleep with me.”

  “Maybe later, but first we have to tire each other out.” I slid my finger back inside her, curling the tip against her g-spot. “Do you really want to sleep, Jess? Or do you want to do something else?”

  Her hips flexed as she tried to take me deeper. “Yes! Something else. All the something elses.”

  She was so damn hot and wet. I pulled my finger out of her slick heat and sucked her juices off as she watched. “Still need the words, babe. Tell me what you want. Let me hear filthy suggestions rolling off that sweet little tongue of yours.” And I needed her to say it soon. Refraining wasn’t exactly easy on me. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands or mouth off her. Bending at the waist, I licked her from ass to clit.

  “Fuck me,” she breathed, so faint I barely heard it.

  “What’s that?” I asked, grabbing a condom from my nightstand. “You’re gonna have to be louder if you want me to hear you.”

  “Fuck me, Spade. Goddammit, make me come.”

  I wrapped up and plunged into her, giving her what she asked for. She let out a gasp as her body jerked forward.

  “Fuck you like that?” I asked.

  She nodded. “God, yes.”

  She wanted it rough and hard, and I was all too willing to oblige. Not at this angle, though. I couldn’t get enough leverage. I scooted her up the bed and drove into her harder, hissing out a breath through my teeth. I was too sensitive to go faster. Stilling to get my body back under control, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.

  Jessica ground her hips against me, making my cock leak inside her. I raised one of her legs over my shoulder to keep her where I wanted, and slowly started pumping in and out of her tight pussy. She felt so fucking good it was taking all my control not to come with each thrust.

  After all my talk, I’d cut off my dick before I let myself come before her.

  Just thinking about a knife against my flesh helped get my sensitivity under control. I lifted her other leg over my other shoulder and plowed into her, driving even deeper.

  “Ohmigod!” she shouted.

  She hadn’t felt anything yet. I pinched her clit between my fingers and continued to fuck her hard. “I’m gonna need you to hurry and get there, baby.”

  “Holy shit!”

  Chuckling, I pinched her clit harder as I drove home. Throwing back her head, Jessica cried out my name as she came. I rode her through her orgasm and then unleashed my own before collapsing on top of her.

  As we lie on my bed, struggling to catch our breath, I realized two things.

  One, Jessica really was a lady in the street and a freak in the sheets.

  Two, now that I’d had a taste of her sweet, tight pussy, there was no way I was letting her go.

  Sorry, Jess, but a one-night stand is never getting crossed off your bucket list. Not if I can help it.

  Jessica

  I INTERNALLY COMBUSTED. That’s the only way to explain what happened to my body in Spade’s room. He somehow found my elusive pleasure button, pounded on it, and I went nuclear. It wasn’t an orgasm; it was a religious experience. I saw my life flash before my eyes, visited the pearly gates, and floated amongst the clouds.

  It was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

  Afterwards, drained and exhausted, I collapsed on the bed with a whole new appreciation for the expression ‘rode hard and put away wet.’ If I was a racehorse, I’d need to be walked and brushed. As a human, I needed sleep and food, not necessarily in that order. As Spade stood and discarded the condom, I stretched across his bed in post-coital bliss, ready to never move again.

  The loud grumbling of my stomach made it clear my body had other ideas.

  Chuckling, Spade stood beside the bed, looking all too proud of himself. “Made you hun
gry, huh?”

  Absolutely, but I wasn’t ready to give him all the credit. “I did kind of skip lunch thanks to that whole shooting, then police department debacle.”

  “Well, that won’t do.” He offered me his hand. I clasped it and he tugged me to my feet. “You’ve offered me one night with you, and I intend to enjoy the fuck out of that body. Can’t have you passing out from hunger before I’m finished with you.”

  He wasn’t finished? He’d already done far more to my body than any man (or vibrator), in history. But if he was down for seconds, I had no objections. I might not be able to walk tomorrow, but that was a sacrifice I was willing to make. “You can do that again?” I asked, barely able to contain my excitement. Didn’t men need recuperation time? Shouldn’t he be downing water or Gatorade to hydrate? I had serious concerns about his electrolyte levels. “Tonight?”

  His grin widened. “Nope. Next time will be better. I’ll last longer now that we took the edge off.” He closed the distance between us and captured the small of my back with both hands, pulling me against his naked body. His cock pressed into my stomach, already growing hard again. Despite the way we’d both been sated, his eyes filled with hunger as his gaze trapped mine. “One night, babe. Don’t shortchange me.” One hand drifted over my ass, giving my cheek a squeeze before pulling away only to smack it hard.

  The sting was a shock. I let out a startled yelp as heat pooled between my thighs. It was the first time I’d been spanked as an adult, and I was surprised to find that I enjoyed it. A lot. The sound, the bite, the sensation… it was all so… hot. Of course, Spade could make anything erotic. Intense, passionate, everything about him exuded sex and promised pleasure. It was like my body recognized him for the orgasm master he was because I wanted nothing more than to lie on my back and give him full access to do his worst.

  “I’m gonna take you downstairs to eat while I slip out to get some… supplies.”

  “Supplies?” I gulped.

  His gaze dipped down to my lips. “You said you wanted to be adventurous, and we still have a lot of shit to try.”

  Curiosity about his choice of words made my throat dry. I swallowed again, trying not to freak out as a steady heat spread through my veins. The rush, the fear, the excitement… I felt trapped in a book. Whatever happened next could be either horror or erotica, and I struggled to find the courage to turn the page.

  “You’re not gonna chicken out on me now, are you?”

  Unable to speak, I shook my head even as my brain sparked to life and reminded me why this was a bad idea. I barely knew Spade. Coming to his room alone was foolish, but I didn’t regret it for a second. What he’d done to my body had rocked my world and annihilated any previous restrictions or expectations I’d placed on sex. I wanted to be brave and bold enough to find out what else he could do to my body, but I also didn’t want to end up crippled or mangled. “What sort of supplies are you talking about?”

  He frowned. “I would never hurt you, Jess.”

  Despite having known him for only a few hours, I believed Spade. He’d protected and taken care of me, even confronting my building manager to make sure I stayed safe. He could have taken advantage of me multiple times, but instead he’d walked away and let me come to him. Not only had he required my consent, he’d allowed me to make the first move. “I know you wouldn’t,” I replied.

  “It’s your play, babe. Any time you want, you can fold and walk away. I won’t pressure you into doing anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

  He’d shown me pleasure I never knew existed. I’d felt alive and sexy in Spade’s bed, and I wanted more of that. I wanted him. Was I uncomfortable? Yes. Absolutely. I was so far out of my comfort zone, I couldn’t even remember where the line was anymore. But comfortable was boring and I was tired of the same ole’ thing. Wanting to continue with his card game metaphor, I replied, “Hit me.”

  His eyebrows rose in question.

  Realizing how my response could be taken, I snorted. “I mean… not physically. Although, spanking is okay…” My cheeks burned. “I mean, that was nice. And, no, I don’t want to fold and walk away. I want to keep going… with you. With this. It’s been a long time since I’ve played cards, but isn’t ‘hit me’ what people say when they want another card?” I was rambling and felt like a total idiot, so I snapped my mouth shut to cut myself off.

  He chuckled. “Yeah. I’m pickin’ up what you’re puttin’ down. And you’re fuckin’ adorable when you’re nervous.”

  “I’m not nervous. I’m… apprehensive but curious.”

  The hand that wasn’t on my ass snaked up to my chin, holding my face as the pad of his thumb drifted across my lower lip. “I can work with curious.”

  He was so naughty, so deliciously sinful, that my nerves melted away as excitement and lust surged through my veins. I wanted to be naughty, too.

  Spade dropped his lips to mine and kissed me soundly before releasing me so we could both get ready. I slipped my coat on and headed across the hall to dress. When I finished, he was waiting outside my door, giving me space and privacy. As I emerged, he linked his fingers in mine and held my hand. The gesture seemed strange for a one-night stand, but I liked it. Our connection felt comforting, and after the trying, dangerous day I’d had, I felt I deserved a little comfort. I walked beside him down the stairs to the entrance of the dining room. He turned me to face him and his heated gaze scanned my body again.

  “I’ll be quick,” he promised. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he added, “Miss me.”

  He was so good looking and sure of himself I couldn’t help but throw back a little sass to keep him humble. “No promises.”

  Before I could react, he attacked me. His lips landed on mine as our bodies collided. Backing me up until I hit the wall, he trapped me there with hands on either side of my head and deepened the kiss. By the time he released me, there was no air left in my lungs, my head felt floaty, and my panties were soaked again.

  “Bet your sweet ass you’ll miss me now,” he said, pushing off the wall. He gave me a confident smirk before sauntering out the front door. The second he was out of sight, I gulped down a deep breath and fanned my overheated face. Without Spade, the world around me seemed to change. Colors weren’t nearly as vibrant, and the air was thinner and not as sweet smelling. Everything felt muted. The way his presence altered my view was strange.

  Puzzling over my mind and body’s response to him, I tried to step away from the wall, but my legs wobbled. Spade had turned me into a boneless pile of goo. The man was probably going to kill me, but I couldn’t think of a better way to die. I took a couple of deep breaths to get myself together, shook off the lingering effects of my “Latino Lover,” and followed the sounds of laughter and chatter to find a large group of bikers seated on benches around a couple of long wooden tables.

  “Jess!” Carly cheered when she saw me. With long brown hair, green eyes, a love for cowboy boots, and small-town charm to spare, she was a typical girl-next-door beauty. Strong, sweet, independent, yet vulnerable, we hadn’t known each other all that long, but she was easily my closest friend. “I’ve been so worried. Are you okay?”

  Oops. While she was down here worrying, I was upstairs experiencing the greatest orgasm of my life. I probably should have checked in before I got my freak on. I nodded, hoping I didn’t look as guilty as I felt. “I’m good, why?”

  She gave me an odd look. “The shooting?”

  “Oh. Right.” How could I forget about the shooting? Holy cow, Spade had wiped that whole ordeal right from my brain. He’d been the perfect distraction, exactly what I needed. “Yeah, I’m honestly just trying not to think about it.”

  Carly continued to watch me like I’d sprouted a second head, but at least she let the matter drop and patted the open seat beside her. “Come. Sit. We finished dinner a while ago and have been hanging around talking. I’ll go warm you up some of Margo’s fried chicken. It’s the best. Seriously, you’re going to love the breadi
ng. It’s even better than that little dive you took me to.”

  Carly didn’t have a pretentious bone in her body, and since we both struggled from paycheck to paycheck, we didn’t shy away from the questionable delicacies of gas station or roach coach food. We didn’t eat out often, but we’d found some of the best food in cheap little dives. I loved that I didn’t have to put on airs for her like I did with the friends I’d grown up with.

  “You’re so sweet, dear.” A silver-haired woman flashed Carly a warm smile. “I’ll make your friend a plate, though. You stay here and make sure she’s comfortable. This is a good group, but they can be a little… overwhelming.”

  Overwhelming didn’t even begin to describe it. Anxiety churned my gut as I glanced around the room, looking from one big, tough-looking biker to the next. The few women in the group were either dressed classy or sexy, and I didn’t belong in either group.

  “Thank you, Margo,” Carly said.

  The woman waved her off and headed toward two swinging doors.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” Carly asked as I sat. “I wanted to wait for you at the police station, but I had to get Trent.”

  “I’m fine. Really.” A little sore between the legs, but that little detail didn’t need to be mentioned. “Spade took me by the apartment so I could grab some clothes. I’m staying here until everything’s cleaned up and the door is fixed.” My gaze sought out Link, recognizing the club president immediately. “Thanks for letting me crash, by the way.”

  He gave me a chin raise. “Not a problem. You’re welcome here. Stay as long as you need to.”

  “You should have seen your girl, Carly,” Wasp said, grinning at me as he nudged her with his shoulder. “Jess did great. She has balls of steel, this one.”

  Trent was coloring on the other side of Wasp. I didn’t think he was paying attention, but his little head shot right up. “Girls don’t have balls, Wasp. They don’t have penises either.”

  Carly blushed and dropped her head as the rest of the table snickered.

  “You’re not wrong, buddy,” Wasp replied.