Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 56

Wren

Goosebumps prickle my skin at the words, and the way they roll off his lips.

My stomach tightens as I plant the flat side of my shoes on his shoulders.

He slips a hand under my dress, touching the bare skin of my ass.

"Oh fuck," he groans, pinning me with his darkened stare. "You're not wearing panties."

My throat thickens. "I c-couldn't. The material is thin and—"

"Trust me honey, I'm not complaining. Hold your dress up," he murmurs. "Shiitt."

Shaky hands bunch up my dress. It's easier because of the slit. And when I'm exposed, an embarassing blush tinges my cheeks.

I go to close my legs, but he grips my thighs.

"Don't you dare hide from me, Wren. You're stunning...pretty—fuck, you need to see yourself from here," he groans low in his throat.

God, this angle is filthy. Obscene.

And yet...yet it excites me as much as it embarasses me.

"Come closer, Birdie." His breath tickles my inner thighs, too close to where I want him.

I move closer.

Then, his tongue swipes across me in one, long, lick, the metal ring grazing my nub.

"Oh my god, Ezra!" My eyes fly open, hands gripping the counter so hard. "That f-feels s-s...ohh..."

He dives in again and my limbs tremble, eyes rolling to the back of my head. He laps at me, the ring making every swipe of his tongue more intense.

"You're gonna have to be quiet, Birdie," he murmurs against me.

I clamp down on my lips, bucking against his tongue.

God, this feels good. Oh, fuck...oh godd... I push a hand into his hair, chasing my pleasure desperately. I can't seem to care anymore.

Breathy sighs fall from my lips, and when I make the mistake of looking down at him between my legs...his gray eyes are on me, heated, watching intently.

It undoes me.

"Ezra..." The moan is loud, barely contained.

"Ride my face, birdie. That's it... Yeaa...good girl, good girl..."

His breath warms me, the praise does something to me. It wrecks me, pushing me toward the edge.

"More..." I moan, "god, please."

My stomach clenches, hips snapping back and forth.

Then, two fingers slip into me.

I shudder violently, nipples tightening.

"Pull down the straps of your dress, sweetheart."

And I do.

My breasts spill out, bouncing with every snap of my hips. I reach up and roll one between my fingers.

"Oh, ohhh..." I throw my head back.

"Jesus, you're a sight," he cusses, a hand working his slacks as he frees himself. "Fuuuckk, I'm so hard, Birdie. All for you."

His length is long and thick, the head engorged and dripping.

A tingle starts at the back of my spine, rushing quickly up my stomach. My hips move relentlessly, his tongue and finger equally as fast, hitting that spot over and over and over.

Everything feels overwhelming, blood rushes through my veins, my ears ring.

It's so much. Too much...too good.

"Oh god...oh god..."

His fingers curl inside me the same time he flicks his ring across my nub.

I shatter.

It's violent, intense.

Ezra scrambles to his feet, flips me and pushes into me mid-orgasm.

My scream is loud.

Stars burst behind my eyelids, the orgasm ripping into me over and over again. It's never ending, it just goes on and on and on, wrenching everything I have to give.

"God, you're so sexy. I won't last," Ezra grunts, pounding into me. It's merciless, punishing but I love it.

I do.

He reaches between us again, and palms my core, working my already sensitive nub.

"Ezra, ohhhh..." I choke out.

Two of his fingers graze my lips.

"Suck," he commands.

I take them in my mouth, licking, sucking. And he takes them back between my thighs, rubbing, flicking, palming.

His hips snap against mine.

In.

Out.

My back archs as another orgasm slams into me without warning.

"Ezr—" my scream is cut off by his hands over my mouth. I shake, trembling while he thrusts in and out of me.

"Fuck, fuckkkk..." he groans, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples.

His thrusts become jerky, breath choppy.

"I'm going t-to..ohhhh...-f-fuckkkkkk... birdieeee... shhiiittt..."

He stills, spilling into me.

Our eyes lock in the mirror, and my mouth drops at how wrecked he looks. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, neck flushed.

Gray eyes are dilated, wild...almost crazed.

I don't look any better.

And I milk him dry until he collapses against me.

No word passes between us, both of us catching our breaths. Gently, we come down from our high.

He offers a tired smile, and I return it.

Wet kisses trail up my neck, and when I tilt my neck, he kisses me. It's not as fast as before, no, it's slow, sloppy...an open-mouthed kiss.

I taste myself on his tongue, including the champagne we had to drink.

When we break away, we both breathe deeply. My mind feels freer, my heart lighter.

Sex is therapeutic. And this is proof.

Ezra slips out of me with a plop, his release dripping down my legs.

"Fuck," he swears, eyes fixed on the sight. "Stay here, baby."

He enters into one of the stalls and grabs a large roll of toilet paper, soaking some in water. And he wipes me, cleaning me.

I shiver. I'm still sensitive, sore..raw.

Tucking himself into his slacks, he dresses up and helps me right my dress too.

My whole body trembles, I can't even hold myself up. But Ezra helps me, and then, he hugs me.

We stay in the hug until the strength returns to my limbs.

Helping me put on his suit jacket, he takes my phone and purse and guides me out of the bathroom.

"When we're done eating, would you mind if we stay over at Beth's?"

"Your si—" my voice cracks, throat raw. I clear it. "Your sister?"

He nods. "Yea."

"Oh...okay. No problem at all."

We step into the rooftop again, and from the blush on the waiters and waitresses faces, I just know that we weren't quiet at all.

"Oh god, Ezra," I whisper, cheeks heating up as I move closer to him, trying to hide inside his skin. "They know."

"They don't," he assures.

But when we seat, and the waiter brings our food, he can barely meet my eyes.

And the red tinge on his cheeks is enough proof.

Ezra presses his lips together, eyes shining with humour.

I sink down in my chair.

And he chuckles.

At least someone finds this funny.