Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 76

Wren

Music.

Whiskey.

The crowd.

Ezra's scent...his hands...his lips...his length.

All my senses are on fire, nerve ending stretching to the surface.

My pulse quickens, our lips devouring each other's, nipping, biting, sucking. I feel heady, dizzy... I'm drowning in this man, and I don't want to come up for air.

"Oh fuck, birdie." His voice is rough, hoarse.

He kisses the thundering pulse in my neck, fingers skimming up my thighs and under my dress.

My knees tremble, eyes pinched shut.

He's so hard. I can feel him poking me, his hips grinding against me.

Suddenly, he backs away. When I turn to him, he tugs me by the hand towards a darkened corner.

"We can't be caught," he murmurs.

He kisses me again, pulling us further into the dark until my back hits the wall. My hands are already tugging on his belt buckle.

Pinching my chin, he lifts my eyes to his.

"You fucking blow my mind." He slips a finger into my mouth. "Suck."

The command tightens my nipples into hard buds, and clenches my lower belly. Liquid heat pools out of my core, soaking my panties.

I roll my tongue around his finger, sucking it deep into my throat. He squeezes my throat, eyes darkened until they're almost black.

He takes his finger out. "On your knees, sweetheart."

I don't wait to be told twice, I drop to my knees.

"Take me out."

I do.

The belt buckle clanks as it moves through the loop, and soon, he's in my grip.

Ezra hisses, pushing a hand into my hair.

He's thick, long, engorged with precum coating his cushioned head.

"Suck me," he grits out.

I lick my lips. "Yes, baby."

He shudders.

Gently, I suck him from tip to root, pumping the part that can't fit with my hands.

He groans, head thrown back. "Yeaaaaaa....ohhh fuuuucck..."

Ezra pushes in, gripping my hair so tight they drag on my scalp. But it doesn't matter, not when he's losing his mind like this.

His thrusts are gentle, like he doesn't want to hurt me.

I pull off him with a wet pop, pumping with my hands.

"Fuck my mouth, baby," I croak. "Don't hold back."

He looks down at me, pupils blown, and lip tucked between his teeth.

"Ar-are you sure?"

I give him a hard pump. "Yes."

He buckles forward with a deep sigh, but straightens. After staring at me for a long moment, something snaps in him.

Jaw tight, he wraps my hair around his wrist. "Tap my thighs if it's too much, okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you." He nudges my lips with his length.

I kiss the head. "I love you."

And that's all he needs to sink deep into my mouth. I grapple forward, digging my nails into his thighs.

"Ohhhh....yeaaaaa, fuuu–" he chokes on his words, shivering violently.

Tears prick the back of my eyes, tummy clenching and unclenching, core pulsing...aching to be filled.

Ezra's thrusts turn punishing, merciless.

He fucks my throat raw, my lips firmly wrapped around him. The grip on my hair is hard enough to tingle.

But all those fade away.

All I feel is his cock at the back of my throat, the slickness between my thighs, and the pulsing need to have him in me.

Groans fall from his lips, his muscles strained.

His hips snap back and forth.

In.

Out.

And I take it all.

"You're a f-fucking goddess," he rasps, thumbing away the mess that dribbles down the corner of my lips.

I breathe through my nose, opening my mouth wider as he goes deeper.

When I gag, he eases his strokes. "Fuck, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

I nod.

He breathes, and continues. The tempo speeds up, my arousal dripping down my legs.

All of sudden, Ezra yanks me up with a loud, "Fucking hell."

What happens after that is a blur.

One moment, I'm struggling to my feet, the next moment, my leg is hiked up around his waist, panties shoved to the side as Ezra thrusts home.

"Oh g-god..." I gasp, clutching his shirt.

He stiffens. "Fuck, I'm about to come. Give me a moment."

We both breathe, hearts pounding together.

When he collects himself, he pushes in.

We groan together, the music drowning out our voices. From there on out we fuck, and we make love.

The pace shifts from slow, to fast, to slow again. Thrust shallow and fast, others deep and slow.

My mind spins, body wound up tight.

It doesn't take long for the familiar tingle to crawl up my spine.

Nipples rub against the rough material of his shirt.

His fingers flicking the nub between my thighs.

Warm breath fanning my ears.

It's too much, god, it is.

When he latches onto my neck, and sucks...I lose it.

My orgasm slams into me without a second warning. I twitch, legs shaking violently.

"Christ, you're squeezing me..." his mouth falls open, and with two more sloppy thrusts, he fills me with his release.

He shudders, hugging me tight to his chest.

We stay entangled like that, catching our breaths.

A low chuckle spills from my lips. "God, this was crazy."

"It was," he snorts.

Finally, he pulls out, his release spilling out of me.

His eyes dip to it. "Wish I could push it back into you."

Heat flares across my cheeks. "Ezra! Don't say things like that."

He only laughs, and places his jacket around my shoulders.

"Let's go get you cleaned up—"

Click.

We freeze. My breath ceases.

"W-was that...?"

"A fucking camera shutter," he growls. "Fuck. Stay here. Let me check."

Fortunately, we didn't see anyone. Ezra checked every nook and cranny and came back empty.

I assured him it was probably an insect, or maybe a light bulb.

He didn't buy it...and frankly neither did I.

It was clear as day. The click of a camera.

We decide to hold our breaths, and wait for a text, or a call. Anything.

God, I really hope it isn't anything serious. But I have a gut feeling...terrible gut feeling.

Ezra stares at me across the room. The worry in his eyes is palpable.

We thought it wise to keep our distance for the rest of the night. Though, our eyes always find their way to each other.

"You look pale," Lizzy comments from where I sit at the bar.

I swallow thickly. "Can...can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Is everything okay?"

"D-did you see anyone go up...upstairs?"

"Like the VIP?" She frowns.

"Yes. Anyone at all."

Her eyes squint for a bit, then she responds.

"After you and Ezra snuck up there—which by the way, I'm definitely the only that noticed—I didn't see anyone else."

I swallow. "Ar-are you sure, Lizzy?"

"One hundred. If I see anyone, I wouldn't have let them up there. Although, you're both getting reckless."

Relief washes over me.

"Okay," I breathe. "Thank you."

That's good, that's very good.

It's probably a faulty bulb.

I'd pick that any day over someone taking a picture of us.

I should tell Ezra.

But when I turn...he's gone.