Riding the Wind: A Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance (7 page)

“Just couldn’t wait, huh?” His voice was entirely self-satisfied as he picked up the phone. She was lost for the moment, grunting and trying desperately to hold back the need. “Danni, are you okay?”

“Yes--” She wasn’t okay, she was anything but okay, but she’d be fine if he’d just get back here and fuck her already. “Did
you walk?”

“Yes. Been to the store, and I’m just a block away. Forget something?”

“Nooo...” Her voice stretched out into another long, keening gasp, and she heard him make a soft sound in the back of his throat.

“Baby, are you...right now...?”

“I can’t wait, Derek, please don’t make me wait.” She poked the button that put the phone on speaker, and let it drop to the covers.

His voice was dark with need, and she could hear the tattoo of his boots on the sidewalk pick up pace as he started to move faster. “How close are you? Tell me what’s going on.”

“I’ve got the...vibe...on my clit...and my fingers...on my...Jesus...nipples, and I want to come for you, but I can’t wait, please please please don’t make me wait until you get back!” She was so wet that she could feel moisture pooling under her ass, and it just made her hotter, silkier. It made her need him so much more.

“Aren’t you a filthy girl,” he said darkly, and that darkness left her aching, “There’s a game I used to play with a friend. She would count down from 100 while I did everything I could to make her come, and she tried to wait until she got to 1. Can you do that for me, Danni? Can you count down so I can hear you? If you make it all the way to 1, I’ll make it worth your while.”

She didn’t have the space to argue. She called out the numbers, the vibe frantic against her clit, her voice cracking and breaking as she nearly came again and again and again, and she could hear him running now, flat out running up the stairs, pushing through the door of the apartment, shucking his jeans and pushing the vibe aside, condom ready and pushing into her as she came, back arching for him, squeezing him deep inside, spasming again and again. He grunted as he thrust into her a handful of times before he followed her over the cliff.

Afterwards, they lay tangled together, sweaty and soft. “I lost track,” he said. “But I don’t think you made it much past 70.”

She leaned over and kissed him softly, melting into him. “I guess you’ll just have to try again tomorrow.”