Forbidden (Motorcycle Club Romance): Trista and Blaze 1 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club) by Savannah Rylan Page A

pulled him by the hand through the front door.
    “Where to beautiful?”
    I hadn’t thought that far, usually it was the back of some guy’s car. I was only in it for the sex, but with Blaze, I wanted to know more. “My place?”
    He looked surprised. “I’ll follow you? I’d like to see you on the back of that bike.”
    Of course he would. “Sounds good,” I said swinging a leg over the leather seat. “Try to keep up.”
    “I will,” he winked at me.
    ***
    “Want a beer?” I offered from my fridge. It was one of the few things I had in there.
    “I thought I was supposed to buy you a drink?”
    He pressed himself against me, so that my back was against the wall. My breath caught in my chest. Jesus, he moved fast. Just how I liked it. Something about him didn’t just make me hot, it made me want to know more. As he pushed his body into mine, I found myself melting under him. Damn, he was good.
    “You were.”
    “Let me do better than that.”
    He snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me tight against him before he guided me to my living room sofa. He caressed my breasts as he laid me down and pulled off my shirt to reveal my voluptuous breasts. He licked his way down my body, taking special time for each breast. He swirled his tongue into my belly button, and gripped my hips. As he reached my panty line, he stuck his tongue right under the waistband, the nearness of his tongue to my wetness driving me crazy.
    “Do it already!” I whispered hastily.
    “Ooh, I like a feisty girl.” He chuckled.
    He slowly, agonizingly pulled my thong down with his teeth, before blowing lightly on my sex. I convulsed as goosebumps ran through me, and he took advantage, suctioning his mouth over my mound, sucking and nibbling. It was pure torture. He flicked his tongue in and out of me, slowly, tortuously, and then slid two fingers inside me as he lazily made me his personal lollipop. His fingers began thrusting in and out of me, my body trembling from the feel of his touch.
    “I need you. Now. Fuck me!” I couldn’t help myself. Something about him turned me on in ways I hadn’t felt in a long time.
    He gave me a look filled with pure passion and sex, but didn’t remove his mouth from my clit. He began to energetically pump his fingers and suck on me at the same time, and I could feel the rise of my orgasm.
    Before I could quite get there, he dragged his mouth off me and positioned his length at my entrance, playfully moving it back and forth across my slit. I would murder him, but I needed my orgasm more.
    Luckily, after just a minute of teasing, he pushed into me in one swift motion. Once he was seated fully inside, he leisurely slid in and out of me, in the most irritating of ways. I moved to try and force him to go faster. I wanted to go over the edge with him. He gave me a lazy smile before grabbing my hips, and holding me steady. He then stopped altogether, and put his mouth on my tits while his rock hard cock throbbed inside me. He started to fuck me again, now in time with his mouth on one of my breasts. The feeling of double pleasure made me moan. He took his mouth off of my breasts, and he began to pump. Hard. My tits bounced, and the look that the movement brought to his eyes took me close to orgasm.
    He pounded harder. He was so deep in me I could feel him on my g-spot. That did it.
    “Shit!” I yelled.
    As I felt the waves of my orgasm crash over me, he slowed just a bit, to let me feel the full effect. Pleasure ran rapid through me, spreading out and conquering every inch.
    After finally coming down from my high, he pulled me up, and sat me on the edge of the couch, pushing himself back inside me. The gesture sent shivers coursing through my body.
    He carried me over to lean me against the wall where we started, and slammed himself into me, over and over again. His biceps flexed from holding me up under my ass, and the tattoos stood out, getting me all worked up again. I grabbed his face, smashing my