Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 39

Ezra

"Don't be scared to throw a punch, birdie. Come on!" I encourage as she hits a little harder. "That's better!"

The chill in the basement does nothing to help the sweat that trails down my spine. Wren pants in front of me, bouncing on the heels of her feet.

Her skin glistens with sweat, and somehow I can't forget the image of her last night in the pool.

The red bikini clinging to her breasts and ass, hair wet and sticking to her face, water droplets adorning her body.

Fuck, she was a vision. Ethereal...like a dream come to life.

I spent all my time in the pool to hide my hard on, didn't want her thinking I'm trying to string her along...again. The craziest part is, I don't want to string her along.

I want her. Period.

"Are you ready for a little self-defense?" I ask, shaking my head to rid myself of the thoughts.

She nods. "Yea, I guess."

"This time, I need you to try to tackle me to the ground the way I taught you."

Her eyes widen momentarily. "All the way?"

"Yup." I pop the 'p'. "Bonus points if you manage to pin me."

She blows out a breath, and cracks her neck and knuckles. My mouth twitches at her dramatic antics.

"Okay." She huffs and puffs. "Let's do this."

I roll my shoulders, loosening the tension in them. "Remember, control is key. Wrap your arms around my legs, drive with your legs and—"

She charges forward, determination etched in the set of her jaw, and with a powerful drive she takes me down.

"Umph!" The breath is knocked out of me as Wren settles on top of me, thighs on either side of my torso.

She grins, hair falling over her face. "How did I do?"

I reach up, tucking it behind her ear. She melts immediately. Her grip on my shoulders loosen, eyes locked on mine and swimming with emotions that do not in any way relate to this training.

Using the advantage, I flip us over, her thighs still wrapped around my waist. She gasps, eyes falling shut briefly.

"You tried," I smirk, "but you lost focus."

She glares. "That was not the plan. I had you pinned."

"You were supposed to pretend I'm an attacker. Do you plan pinning positions with your attackers?

"You don't fight fair, Ezra." She rolls her eyes, then narrows them at me. "I don't like you very much."

The swells of her breasts rises and falls. Her pulse thumps beneath my fingers, skin flushed.

"Yea? Because I used the element of surprise?" I rasp with a low chuckle.

"No, it's—" she pauses, trembling. Slowly, her eyes flutter shut and her pulse picks up. "I-I think you should get off...n-now."

My cock jerks slightly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she breathes, bright blue orbs swirling with both desire, and restraint as they zone in on my lips.

"Your legs are still locked around me, love."

Her thighs only tighten further, but gently they begin to loosen.

"Don't," I say without thinking.

She stills. "Don't what?"

Her voice is a whisper, lined with hesitation. And fuck, I know what she's thinking, what she's feeling. It's all over her face.

The war between what she wants and her experiences so far. I have no one to blame but myself.

Swallowing thickly, I reply. "Don't let go."

She flushes completely, nipples hardening into tight peaks through her sports bra. My jaw tightens, blood surging through my body, heading south.

"Ezra," she sighs.

Thick lashes frame her eyes, a button nose that I want to kiss, and small pink lips that I want to sink my teeth into.

"Have I told you that you're gorgeous?" I ask, throat tight.

"Ezra..." she repeats, half warning, half plea. It undoes me.

My forehead falls to hers. We breathe the same air, trembling, suspended in something neither of us can control.

"Tell me to stop," I rasp.

But she doesn't.

The silence between us says everything words can't.

My heart pounds. Her beauty, her voice, her scent. I want her so bad it physically hurts, my muscles strain from controlling myself.

She gulps, eyes watering slightly. "I-I don't think I can do this push and pull again, Ezra. I c-can't handle another—"

Like a switch, my control snaps, and I crash my lips on hers.

Suddenly, the world shrinks until it's just us—heat, skin, and the sound of hearts refusing to slow.

Everything aligns yet also fades to the background. No Ray, no right, and no wrong.

Just Wren and I, existing...together.

A surprised squeak leaves her lips, but soon enough she's kissing me back. It's quick, it's hungry, it's ravaging.

Teeth clash, tongues intertwine and throaty moans and groans echo in the air. Months of tension, teasings, pent up sexual frustration, all leads to this moment.

I don't know where I end, or where she begins. We kiss like we're too scared to stop, like if we do the moment will disappear forever.

Fuck! It's desperate, but it's heavenly. Her breath trembles against my mouth.

Every line between hate and want blurs. Her fingers clutch my shirt, pulling me closer, as if she's afraid I'll vanish if she lets go.

My hips come down on her, and we gasp into each other's mouths.

She shudders in my arms as I suck on her neck, nipping, biting. Reaching down, I flick a nipple.

"Oh god," she moans, bucking. She tugs my shirt off, and I rip her spandex and sports bra, exposing her for my greedy eyes.

I take her in. Smooth milky skin, pale hardened nipples, a dip in her belly button... Before I can continue worshipping every inch of her skin with my eyes, I'm yanked down by my neck.

We hiss at the first skin on skin contact, lips parted, breathing the same air.

She's so warm, so soft against my hard frame. Light against my tanned skin.

Her fingernails drag across my back, and my eyes roll to the back of my head, goosebumps splattering across my skin.

A low rumble sounds from my chest as I slide off her, settling at her side, with my heart thumping loudly.

"Spread your legs for me." I grunt.

And she does.

I hook one of her legs under mine, and prop the other up. My eyes darken as I see her wide open for me, cheeks rosy.

"Such a good girl," I praise. "You're absolutely breathtaking like this."

She turns red. "Ez—"

I suck a nipple into my mouth, while a finger sinks into her without warning, interrupting her words. Her cry bounces off the walls.

Wren writhes, her back arching, and legs trembling violently. Precum leaks from my cock at the sight that feels sacred. Forbidden.

Yet I know I could watch her all day and never get tired.

Her eyes pinch shut, face contorted in unbridled pleasure as soft sighs fall from her lips.

"Open your eyes," I command, and they fly open.

I slip in another digit, and Wren latches unto me, kissing me. My tongue pistons in and out of her mouth in tandem with my fingers.

The sound of squelching wetness is intoxicating, heady. My tempo increases as she tightens, squeezing my fingers, nearly breaking them.

She tears her lips from mine, nails digging into my skin.

"E-Ezra, oh f-fu-fuck, I'm about t-to..."

"I've got you, sweetheart," I coax. "I've got you. Let go."

My fingers curl deep inside of her, and she shatters with a scream, legs shaking, chest heaving as she pulses.

I slow down, riding her out until she twitches in my arms, vibrating.

"Jesus, Wren," I rasp, hurriedly shrugging off my shorts with my other hand. My painfully hard cock springs free and heavy, slapping on my stomach.

Ripping my fingers from her, I coat my cock with her arousal, pumping like a man crazed.

I find her watching me, eyes wide and lips parted in awe. It takes me back to that night she caught me and Brittany.

She's watching just like she did that night, intently, hungry...needy. Her stare is raw, pure, and it calls to something in me.

My legs tremble, toes curling as my lips fall open.

"Birdie," I croak, patting my thighs. "Ride me."