Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 94

Wren

My head bobs up and down on his length, his thighs shaking beneath me.

"Oh fuck, baby," he groans. The vibration shoots through my center, up my stomach. "You're taking me so g-good."

He pushes me farther down on his face, and feasts. It's my turn to rip my lips from him, moaning long and deep as his tongue pistons in and out of me.

My whole body is on fire, never endings over stimulated. I take him into my mouth again, reeling at his answering hum.

We take each other to the edge and back, his mouth on me and mine on him. It's sloppy, messy, and it only shoots pleasure down my spine.

His tempo increases, toes curling. "I'm going to cum, fuuucckk...faster...p-please..."

God, I love it when he begs.

I add my hands, twisting, jerking and sucking him deep into my throat while I rock my hips on his face, chasing my own pleasure.

Heat flushes my body, I've never done anything like this but he makes me comfortable in my skin. To be spread on his face like I am, to have him in my mouth in this position.

I chance a glance at the mirror above us, and I nearly lose it.

We're an obscene mess of limbs, the air thick with the scent of sex, sweat and the slurping sound of our arousals.

When I bend over to take him in my mouth, he pushes a digit in. I don't know how that's possible but it is.

A full body shudder works through me, my core pulsing. The lower part of my belly clenches as he works me with his tongue and finger.

"Oh g-goddd...Ez-Ezraaa..." I sigh around his length, bobbing my head up and down as saliva drips down the corners of my mouth.

It doesn't take long to get me at the edge again, and with the way his thighs jerk, I know he's close too.

The next few minutes, we see who can get the other there, first. A battle I lose the moment he curls his finger inside of me.

It hits me with a force that has my back bowing, and my eyes crossing.

I gasp, fingers digging into his thighs but I don't take my mouth off him.

"Yeaaaaa...fuck baby, give it all to me."

I keep pulsing, clenching over and over, my orgasm hardly seems to be stopping.

He pulls me up by my hair. "I need to hear you."

And god, I scream out my pleasure. I twitch above him, shivering, shaking.

His hand reaches for his dick, and he strokes it. Tongue still swiping, tattooed hand pumping his cock hard. Fast.

"Mhmmmmm," the low rumble vibrates from him and I slide down to chest, bending over with my mouth open.

"You want to taste me, huh?"

I only nod, waiting for him to get there.

Somehow, we look at the ceiling at the same time, eyes locked through the mirror.

"Fuuuccckkk." He stiffens, and I wrap my lips around him.

Warm, thick, ropes of cum burst into my mouth in small spurts. I take everything he has to give, greedy for it.

Releasing his dick with a wet pop, I swallow his salty, tangy release.

I'm tugged down on his chest, and he flips us, then kisses me. We kiss for minutes, hell, maybe hours, until our systems are revived and ready to go again.

Ezra pushes his length into me. "I'm not going to last this time."

"Me neither."

"Christ, you're going to kill me." Even as he says it, his eyes soften like he wouldn't mind if I killed him. "You're going to wring out every single drop of cum from me, the same way I'd do to you."

"You're mine and I'm yours."

He rocks against me. "That's right, sweetheart. I'm all yours. You have me today, tomorrow, and always...in every sense of the word."

"You have me, too."

Pushing my fingers into his hair, I tug him down to me and we kiss again. It's different this time, his movements slow, deep and deliberate.

My nails scratch down his back, his ass, and my thighs spread farther apart to accomodate his frame.

We don't say anything again, our bodies doing the talking for us. Lips moving, hands touching. Skin to skin, heart to heart.

Nothing spoken but we don't need to because everything is understood, and felt.

In this moment, we are one. And it feels indestructible. Invincible. Sacred.

Ezra brings me to the edge again, and I fall on a soundless gasp. He follows quickly behind, spilling into me, filling me up.

When he collapses on my chest, a sweaty mess, I hold him there. His weight presses me into the mattress yet I have never felt safer.

While I sift my fingers through his hair, he draws numbers and letters on my skin.

And I know, there's no place I'd rather be.

Something tells me there's a lot I'll miss when we return to New Orleans.

I never want it to end.

"...yes, AJ, I know I shouldn't call but I need your help," Ezra whispers, voice almost inaudible.

I pretend to continue sleep, ears working over time.

"I got an anonymous message."

"Of course I don't know who it is, it's anonymous and I need you to run a background check for me."

Popping an eye open, I see him pacing by the door in his briefs, phone held up against his ear.

"No, I can't hand it to one of my biker men...it's complicated," he sighs, pausing. "It's about...Wren and I."

My heart drops to my stomach, and when he turns slightly in my direction, I close my eyes.

"It was a text," he says. "I'll forward it to you now."

"Mhm."

"As soon as you can, AJ. Please...of course...thank you."

I open my eye again to find him running a hand through his hair, body sagging like he's got the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He presses his lips together. "I dont take lightly to being threatened, or blackmailed, so you know what that text is doing to me."

"Okay." He nods. "Thank you, I'll be expecting something positive. Yes, try your best and keep this hush hush."

A small smile cracks across his face. "I know, I know. Alright, then, later okay?"

When he hangs up, I squeeze my eyes shut.

He sighs.

The bed dips at his weight, and he pulls me to his chest, kissing the top of my head.

"I know you're awake, Wren."

I stiffen, not opening my eyes.

His stare burns my face, I can feel it. And when he presses his lips to mine, it's a lost battle.

I kiss him back, his grin spreading wider across his face.

"I knew it." He pulls away, eyes crinkling.

"You caught me." I laugh softly. "Hi."

"Hey, sweetheart. Sleep good?"

"Yes, you?"

He shrugs. When my lips part to speak, he shakes his head.

"I know what you want to ask, but we have a double date with Judi and Andre."

I cup his jaw, stroking the stubble on it. "Will you tell me what that was about when we return, then?"

"Let's just...let's go to dinner first."

Our eyes search each other, and it's not hard to decipher the plea in his eyes. He's begging me not to pry, not to push.

That has to be the hardest thing he's ever asked me for.