Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 40

Wren

"C-condom?" I stutter.

"There-" he points to the utility drawer. "Grab some."

It takes everything not to topple over when I stand. Knees weak, I force myself to the drawer grabbing a handful of durex and throwing them to the floor beside him.

My mouth waters at the sight of his arousal. Long, thick and flushed, glistening with precum. His tattooed hand strokes slowly, eyes hooded, darkened.

I swing a shaky thigh over him. His jaw tightens, muscles strained, and eyes roaming my body.

He reaches up, and twists a nipple, I fall forward breathless, planting my hands on his firm chest.

"Put it on me," he grunts.

I'm trembling all over as I tear open a pack and settle between his legs.

Face to face with his length, I fully realize that we're in fact doing this.

Finally!

God, he's beautiful.

I wet my lips and wrap my hand around him, squeezing gently. It jerks in my hand, a low hiss slipping past his lips.

His eyes are nearly black, pupils dilated. He watches me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen, yet at the same time, he can't wait to ruin me.

Without thinking, I lean forward and taste him.

"Holy hell, birdie." His hand flies into my hair, gripping firm enough to tingle, but not enough to hurt.

The soft cushiony head is warm and salty, a tangy taste in my mouth. And then, I swallow him all the way from tip to root. My core throbs.

Ezra chokes out. "Fuuuuucck."

He holds me there until I'm nearly light-headed, his thighs shaking beneath my hands. I tap him and he lets me up, tugging me back up his body by my hair.

His lips slam into mine, tasting himself on my tongue as he sits up. The kiss is rougher than the first, dirty, messy.

I can't think, I can't breathe...I don't want to. My whole body is on fire, consumed by the man that is Ezra.

His heart thuds just as hard as mine, hair damp, bodies flushed tightly together with no space for anything else.

Ezra takes the opened condom from me, and sheaths himself, his fingers brushing against my core.

He leans back, eyes holding me in place.

"Just this once, Wren," he says.

I nod. "Just to get it out of our systems."

Our stare doesn't waver, each hoping that this is a one time thing. A moment passes between us, a moment of finality.

And we both know, there's no coming back from this.

His legs spread wider, and he grips his cock, damp hair falling over his eyes.

"Alright, Birdie. Ride me."

I crouch over his length, gripping onto his shoulders for balance, and then, I sink down at the exact moment he thrusts up into me, nearly splitting me in half.

"Oh my g-god!"

Pain, pleasure, they both flare up my spine, my nails digging into his arms while he hugs me like his life depends on me.

"I'm sorry, jesus, fuck," he groans, rubbing soothing circles on my back. "Did I hurt you?"

I don't respond immediately, shuddering in his arms as the pain slowly ebbs.

"It's fine. It's b-been a wh-while," I reply in one ragged breath.

It takes a minute to adjust to his length, but when he looks up at me in question, I nod.

"You can move."

Those words are all he needs, before he flips me on my back, and pounds into me. His thrusts are deep and short.

His hips snap rapidly, grunts falling from his lips and mixing with my moans. When his eyes open to mine, I'm nearly blown away.

Ezra looks thoroughly wrecked, lips set in determination, but his eyes aren't guarded anymore. They swirl with passion, longing, lust, and fiery hunger.

"Hold a leg up, birdie," he says, wrapping a hand around my throat. I hold a knee to my chest. "Just like that, sweetheart."

He squeezes my throat before changing his angle, and I see stars. He's deeper, hitting that spot inside of me.

Goosebumps trail across my skin, nipples puckering, aching. The slap of his skin on mine sounds loudly in the gym, our moans even louder.

It's filthy, but it's us.

The hand on my throat plucks my nipple, and I cry out, my inside coiling so tight as he hits that spot over and over and over.

"Ezra, ohhhh...."

His mouth latches on to the other, his rhythm never breaking. "Let me know when you're about to come."

Blood rushes in my ears, pumping quickly through my veins. All my senses are heightened, intensifying with each thrust, and each filthy groan from his lips.

Then, I feel it.

The build, an inferno inside of me. It's violent, heated, working its way to the surface.

My moans become louder, my nails claw deeper, and my legs shake violently.

"I'm ab-bout to-to...oh, Ezra..." I manage to choke out.

His hand leaves my breasts and settles between my thighs, stroking the hard nub. I twitch from the sensitivity of it, my hand falling from my leg.

"Hold your leg, Birdie."

I try again, gripping it with all my strength while Ezra pistons out of me, and his fingers strum so quickly, my body barely has time to catch up.

Eventually it does.

"Ezraaaaaa..."

I tip over the edge of my orgasm with a loud cry, letting go of my leg and holding him to me.

His fingers and thrusts don't let up. "Another one, Birdie. Give me another."

Tears spring to my eyes at his ministration. It doesn't take long to reach another orgasm, my lips falling open on a soundless gasp as the tears leak from the corners of my eyes.

A violent shiver works through my body.

"Good girl," he praises, trailing kisses over my jaw, cheeks, eyes. "Such a good girl."

And then, he yanks me closer by the waist, and his thrusts take on a faster pace. Hips snapping, muscles bunching.

My teeth sink into my lip, breasts bouncing as he uses me, wrecks me while he chases his orgasm.

His head falls on my forehead, grunts falling from his lips. His movements turn jerky, uncoordinated, sloppy.

I tug on his hair, and he shivers.

"Fuck...f-fuck...oh fuuucckkkkk, birdieeee." He tenses, neck straining as he comes. His eyes glaze over, cock pulsing inside of me.

Slowly, he thrusts, riding out his orgasm as he comes down from his high.

Ezra rolls off me, and takes off the condom, tying it up.

We lay side by side, chests heaving. My body hums and aches in the best possible way.

The world comes back to me, the steady hum of the air conditioner, the harsh gaze of the ceiling lights, the scent of sex and sweat.

For a moment, no words pass between us.

Maybe like me, he's processing everything, gathering his thoughts.

Or...maybe he's planning to bolt.

I tilt my head to find him already looking at me. He just...stares, like I'm a puzzle he's trying to solve.

He reaches out, tracing my jaw, my lips, my cheekbones. My heart stutters in surprise, and then they pick up with an emotion I'd rather not name.

"Kiss me again," he says. "One last time."

The air conditioner cools our skin as our lips find each other again, slowly, reverently...we savor the moment this time, no rush.

And just like earlier, the world seems to stop, while my heart swells in my chest.

We can chant it like a mantra, we can deny it all we want, but Ezra and I...we know this isn't the last time.

We've had one taste, and like an addict, we will come back for more.

It's gonna be one hell of a ride, but hey, at least there's a ride.

Pun intended.