Thunder (Desert Phantoms MC Book 1) Page 6

  The grunts that rumbled up from his chest were sexy as hell. Adding another layer to the total experience.

  “Now, where have I heard that before?”

  Another odd thing to say.

  This was hands down the best sex she’d had to date. But there was a familiarity to it too, and that bothered her. Even in her bliss-soaked brain, that got through. She’d had plenty of no-strings hook-ups, but never had a man been in tune to her needs and Nick seemed to be.

  That’s not true. A whispered voice which sounded like hers floated through her mind.

  The thought felt false, erroneous, but she knew it wasn’t.

  It was like he knew her body. Knew how to touch her, and her body responded as if it knew his touch.

  It does. Before she could focus on how ridiculous those whispered words were, Nick demanded her attention. The hand between her legs disappeared and he fisted her hair in a painful grip.

  Nick pulled back her head, extending her neck to its maximum flex. “When I’m fucking you, I demand your undivided attention. Get the fuck out of your head or out of my bed. Which one will it be, Andrea?” He growled those words in her ear like a feral animal.

  And damn it if that didn’t start her blinding orgasm. He rolled his hips once just as her body tightened around his dick. “That’s what I thought you’d choose.”

  Another grind. “Fuck, you feel better than I remember. Hold on. I plan to enjoy every flutter your sweet pussy makes as it milks me dry.”

  Punishing. That was the only word to describe the pace the man set. Andy couldn’t catch her breath and her orgasm seemed to go on for days. In reality, she was sure it was seconds, but it felt like a lifetime.

  “FUCK!” Nick shouted from behind her as he drove deep and stilled. She felt his cock flexing as he came.

  That, and more of those sexy grunts, dragged a few more aftershocks from her exhausted body before her knees collapsed and she was flat on her stomach.

  Nick followed her down before rolling over. She turned to study him through the tangles sweat-plastered to her face. He shifted to a sitting position and stood. The flex of his ass with each step was enough to give her a tiny burst of energy. Enough to lift her head, swipe and blow her hair from her eyes and appreciate every single movement. He froze with one foot in front of the other, turning to look at her over his shoulder. His beard couldn’t hide the predatory smile.

  “Seems like you’re enjoying the view.”

  The sexy glint in his dark eyes heated her cheeks. She dropped her face to her forearm in embarrassment. Not actual embarrassment, more like giddy excitement which was totally new to her.

  “Red’s a good color on you. I’ll be sure to walk slower.” When she peeked again, he was slow motion flex walking through the bathroom door. She felt intoxicated. The sex had been off the charts, and he had a playful side. And that look, those eyes…

  Everything stopped. Sights, sounds, hell, she didn’t even breathe. For a minute, she was convinced even her heart stopped.

  I know those eyes. They’re the same…

  Andy rocketed out of bed and didn’t bother to cover her body. Before she could lose her nerve, she grabbed the framed picture. She didn’t want to know, but she did at the same time.

  Leaning forward, she directed a lock of her hair to Killer’s face in the picture. “Holy shit.” His skin had been ink free in the picture and when he fought for Ozzy. No facial hair and a military high and tight. No wonder she didn’t recognize him. Killer, Nick, was a completely different person than the one she’d borderline, quasi-stalked three years ago.

  “Lexi is never going to believe this.”

  Strong arms wrapped around her from behind and the warmth of the body at her back gave her warm fuzzies.

  “Believe what?”

  “You. Me. I mean, you’re Killer, aren’t you?”

  The hands that had been lazily stroking her abs stilled.

  Nick spun her around and took her face in his calloused hands. He searched her eyes. For what, she didn’t know, but it felt like an intense criminal interrogation.

  Something about it felt. . .off. Just like some of his other statements, but maybe he was still drunk.

  “Tell me, do you get off on the idea of having sex with a stranger? I mean, I’m not one to judge, I just want to know my role. As long as both parties are consenting, understand that no is always on the table, and both find pleasure, then I say go for it.”

  Again, with the oddities, but his words were turning her on. Andy could admit, stranger sex can be great. So can some other things he had in his drawer of wonders.

  In the past, Andy had always gone with the flow. If she wanted something, or someone, she went for it. Her philosophy had always been how could she know whether she liked something if she doesn’t try it. But even with as open as she was, no one ever pushed her limits. Not like she thought this man could.

  She was still in disbelief that she’d finally slept with him as he was backstepping with her in his arms. Heading for that drawer of wonders. “Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?”

  “On the back, yes.” Something akin to disappointment crossed his face as he released her and held up his hands.

  “Clutch,” he said as he flexed the fingers on his left hand. He shifted his eyes down slightly, indicating she should look down and she did, he raised his left foot slightly and flexed it. “Clutch… downshifting—”

  Andy’s laughter cut him off. “Oh my god, did you wear those during sex?” The man with rebel hair and a bad boy beard, was standing there buck ass naked except for polka dot socks. Navy blue with large white dots. It was so random and so unexpected.

  He gifted her that panty-melting smile, shrugged and toed them off. “What can I say, my feet get cold. But,” he continued as he used his now bare feet to kick them away. “Cold it has to be, because I am definitely going to need the traction.”

  She hid her giggle behind her hands. Which he reached for and flexed the fingers of her left hand. “As I was saying, clutch. Downshifting. Same foot in case I can’t see your hands. Say clutch or flex these two fingers and drop your foot like that and I’ll downshift. Slow down.” Nick reached for her right hand.

  Holy shitballs, what am I in for? As much as she shivered with a touch of fear, it was mostly because it intrigued her. Tingles started in her stomach and moved lower. Her nipples were rock hard.

  “These fingers, brake. This foot, brake. All stop. Say brake or make a braking motion and we stop immediately. Understand?”

  All she could do was nod. “Now.” He reached into the drawer and pulled out a length of silk with a padded area. “Open up.” She obeyed before she even thought about if she wanted to or not. Nick was a little rough, shoving the padded area in her mouth and wrapping it around her head before bringing the ends together in front of her mouth.

  “Say clutch.” He watched her face and leaned in to listen.

  It came out more like, cuts. “Again,” she obeyed. After five times of clutch, he moved to brake. “Good, now I know what they sound like when your mouth is full.” The way he popped the last word elicited a moan from somewhere deep inside of her. A place she’d never visited.

  When he cupped her cheeks and gently kissed her forehead before giving her a wicked smile, she knew she was in trouble, but the most pleasurable kind.

  9

  Thunder

  At her first sign of submission and willingness to explore, Thunder almost shot his load. Something about a beautiful, strong woman relinquishing control to him was intoxicating. Especially one who loved control as much as she did.

  He could imagine how perfectly planned her life must be. He’d bet she eats the same thing every Wednesday for dinner. Wears the same outfit for certain occasions and he’d put money on the fact that all her towels matched. The only time she let that slip was when she was getting dicked down.

  Andrea went in with illusions of control, just like she had stridden confidently into that loc
ker room. But once she was in the moment, she wanted to be free, even if she’d fought it. Thunder could tell.

  He didn’t speak as he reached back into the drawer and grabbed the matching silk mask. Before he slipped it over her head, he studied her warm brandy-colored eyes. She needed this as much as he did. He just stared at her for a moment. She looked like a wet dream, gagged and blindfolded. He’d take it slow with her. Not go too fast. Because as much as submitting turned her on, it wouldn’t be her ongoing role. No, a woman like her needs balance. Tonight, submission was what she needed. Permission to let go and feel.

  It wasn’t about taking power from another person, leaving them powerless. It was about the confidence it took someone to willingly hand it over. Those elements made it what it was for him. Submission does not equal weak. Quite the opposite, it takes a strong personality to recognize that need and fill it. Weak women protested because it hit too close to home, so to speak.

  Thunder didn’t indulge this way very often because he didn’t want to create that kind of intimacy with a stripper or easy pussy.

  He dragged his knuckle down her warm cheek and she leaned into his touch. Blindly begging for more. “Can I add one more element? Nod if the answer is yes.”

  Instead of nodding, she started talking despite the gag. Thunder was reasonably sure she asked what element, but that wasn’t how this was going to go.

  “It is a yes or no question. You either trust me that it will be pleasurable, or you do not. In which case, I brake because there must be trust.” He had no plans to go full dom on her, just give her a sample, see how it goes.

  When Andrea said yes, they entered into a pact whether she knew it or not. One he took very seriously. He would not abuse her trust or the gift of submission she was offering him. If she couldn’t let go completely, then her first experience—he could tell it was her first—would be less than earth moving and that wouldn’t do.

  Hell, they could have explosive sex without it. Scientifically proven twice now. She cocked her head at his low, quick laugh and it caused a reaction in his chest.

  My chest, not my dick?

  But this would be different for both of them.

  “Give yourself permission to let go. I will take care of you, I promise.”

  As the seconds ticked by, Thunder thought she would pull the brake. A flood of relief rushed through him as she nodded again. He pushed that aside to overthink and analyze later. For now, he was going to make sure she wanted, no needed, to do this again.

  Back to the drawer, he shuffled around some of his favorite things. “Soon,” he murmured as he moved aside items. Bypassing the beads and floggers, he toned it down. He wanted to go for another layer of sensory enhancement through deprivation.

  Thunder had a feeling that was what she needed, would enjoy.

  But, instead of a selection from that drawer, he reached for the small shelf higher up on the wall.

  Tucking her hair behind her ears, he cupped her neck and dropped a kiss on her gagged mouth. The slight hesitation of her body language as her mind caught up to her brain was sublime. When she surrendered to it, her hands tracked up his chest. Feeling their way. Using only her sense of touch and sound.

  Thunder pulled back and left his hands in place. Angling her head to a position where she could’ve looked into his eyes if she weren’t blindfolded. “Thank you for trusting me. I will not violate that trust. You are in my care, I take that seriously. I promise you won’t regret it.” He had to say those words to her. But it was getting too emotional for him, so he had to cut it short.

  “Now, let’s have some fun on a bun.” He could tell she was laughing without sound or seeing her eyes. She expressed herself with her whole being. This is going to be amazing.

  With that thought, he placed his helmet over her ears. Not a typical bedroom toy. Not furry or silky, but sexy as hell on her. “I wore the helmet for every flight in the Hawg.” Thunder was speaking to himself more than her. He was the only one who’d ever worn it until now. He had a set of earmuffs for bedroom play, but for a reason he couldn’t fathom, he wanted to see her in his helmet.

  Now she is down to touch.

  As much as he wanted to bind her hands and take away her touch, he opted not to. He thought it would be too much control too fast for a woman like her to relinquish. Besides, he could stay out of her reach if he needed to. Make her feel everywhere else.

  Thunder ran his hands down her arms, she shivered. With their interlaced hands, he led her away from the bed, toward the middle of the room so he could have access from all angles. Keep her on her toes, not knowing which direction he was coming from.

  Slowly, like a predator, he circled and stalked her. He found the play of her hair extending out of the bottom of the helmet captivating. It caressed the soft skin of her back each time she slightly shifted her head back and forth. She was attempting to get a bead on his location. It was turning him on. His dick was at full mast.

  Another one of those layers. Trying to engage her senses, she turned thirty degrees to the left and paused. Then thirty to the right and paused.

  Thunder squatted down behind her and ran a single finger up the inside of her ankle to the knee then backed away.

  Her reaction was immediate. A sharp intake of breath around the gag proceeded her swift turn. She lost her balance and almost fell, but Thunder caught her. He maneuvered her to the bed and laid her down.

  A feeling that was foreign to him invaded his senses. Starting at her lower lip, he dragged his index finger unhurriedly south. From the hollow of her throat through the valley between her breasts. When he reached her navel, she shivered almost violently.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” He spoke to himself as his eyes drank her in. His gaze following the path his finger took. Stopping just a whisper away from her clit, he watched as she thrust up. Searching for his touch where she needed it. He chuckled. Removing his hand immediately, he grabbed her breast roughly.

  Her scream that escaped around the gag was heavenly. It was a pleasure fueled sound, not a pain fed one. He had so much planned for them. Sadly, he wasn’t going to indulge this time. Hell, he didn’t know if he could last to indulge with the woman lying on his bed. Even though he wanted to prolong their mutual pleasure, to allow her extra time to let go, let her lay down her control and just be, he simply couldn’t. However, it wasn’t about quantity but quality.

  Leaning in, Thunder sucked one erect nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, while thrusting one finger in her wet heat. He ended them both abruptly, stood, and reached for the drawer. Taking the foil packet, he strode to the foot of the bed. His free hand stroked his aching cock a few times. The squeeze did nothing to dull the sensations.

  Rolling the condom on, he studied her lying there. Waiting for him to make his next move. Anticipation causing her heart to kick up a beat. He could see her chest rising and falling with the excitement of the unknown coupled with the known.

  For the first time since he discovered other. . .elements to sex, he hesitated. The reason gave him pause. He raked her body with his gaze and stopped at her face. Her whiskey eyes were covered. Her plump lips were spread around the black silk. The helmet, fuck me, the helmet. And that was the rub.

  The helmet spoke volumes. There were so many fucking degrees to the fact that she laid there in his helmet. Thunder was not ready to open that part of his life to anyone, but the helmet said differently. So did the thoughts in his head. Another time, Thunder. This is about her.

  Kneeling on the bed, he started at her ankles; he leaned forward and lightly dragged his hair along her skin. By the time he got to her knees, she was quaking. At her pussy, he paused. Not touching her with anything but his hair and his breath.

  Continuing that same torturous path, he dragged his locks across one straining breast, then down and back up her arm. He crossed her chest and did the same to the other side.

  When he reached her neck, he kissed, sucked, and nipped at her pulse point
. That was the only time he allowed skin to skin. He wanted her to experience different touches.

  His return path was just as slow and stopped at the same waypoint. Blowing gently on her clit but denying himself and her anything more until she begged.

  “Blee, ick, blee! I’m doe glow.” Damn, she was so fucking beautiful. He’d barely touched her and she was already teetering on the edge.

  There it is.

  Fuck, he was right there with her. He thrust his tongue deep, and damn, was she close.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, when you let go, you really let go. Not that I’m surprised.” Before he finished the sentence, he had her hands caught in one of his, one knee over his left shoulder, and his cock buried to the hilt in Eden.

  He wasn’t proud of the fact that it took all of ten strokes for his balls to draw up tight and shoot his load, but he was proud that she went in three.

  Thunder’s dick was still pulsing to the beat of her body when she finally touched him. An ass grab wasn’t what he expected, but he understood. She needed closer, deeper. Not to draw out her orgasm that was waning, or to ride out or intensify the aftershocks, no. It was for the connection.

  Exactly why he’d held back from doing this with a club girl.

  This brings people close, closer than I’m ready for right now. Shit, he was convinced he’d never be ready again, but there they were. Something inside him opened to the possibility that he just might be willing to go there with her.

  Andrea seemed so upfront with her wants and needs as she understood them, and she was sexy as fuck. Without overthinking it—because he would talk himself out of it—he decided to be open to the possibility. Not just be an inactive bystander either. He was going to start something with her.

  Something real. Something solid. Something that could be a few months or maybe forever.

  He freed her hands and dropped his face to her neck, but the helmet allowed no room. Leaning up just enough to remove the helmet, he placed it on the bed next to them. He gently untied the gag and tossed it somewhere. Same with the mask.