The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate Chapter 62

Athena's POV

If he had doubts, if he was about to shove me back and call this a mistake, I'd silence them with the taste of my need.

He groaned low against my mouth, a sound that vibrated through me, deep and dangerous. His hands under my thighs tightened, pressing me tighter to his chest.

I kissed him harder and recklessly, my teeth clashing with his as I tried to devour him.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, making me moan. I couldn't stop it, couldn't hide how badly I needed him.

My chest was already rising and falling too fast, and I arched into him when his palm slid up my back, rough and possessive.

He pulled back again for just a second, his breath ragged, his eyes burning into mine like he was about to speak. I already knew what he he wanted to say, but i wanted a repetition of what happened last night.

We've made love twice and I needed us to make love the third time. To perfect whatever was going between us. Am sure after this time, I'll stop wanting him.

I needed to live out my fantasy, so I'd be able to move on from Tristan, who is my Brother's bestfriend and my elder brother.

Just one more time.

I tilted my head and kissed him much harder now, I sucked on his bottom lip until he groaned again.

Tristan might not love me, might not see me anything more than a little sister. But I know he couldn't refuse me, knows he lust after me and that's the only way I'd ever been able to get him to fuck me.

He might regret tomorrow, but now, he wouldn't be able to walk away without burying his seed inside of me.

I wouldn't even let him.

“Don't,” I whispered against his mouth, barely able to breathe. “Don't you dare stop.”

I could feel his hesitation melting into raw hunger as he carried me across the living room, his lips crashing against mine, his tongue deepening the kiss until I was dizzy.

He lowered me onto the couch only to tear at my shirt, ripping it over my head, tracing my skin with his fingers.

I shivered under his touch, Tristan has a way of making the little things feel like big things. Like making me cum with just his fingers.

When I feel his mouth around my breast, I gasped so sharply my back arched. His tongue flicked over my nipple, slow at first, then harder.

"O my Go.." my moan died in my mouth as I felt his teeth grapple on my nipple.

My fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him closer, begging him without words.

He groaned like he couldn't get enough, he sucked me deep into his mouth, his hand squeezing my other breast as though he wanted every inch of me at once.

My body burned under his touch, but then, I felt him pause. His mouth left my skin, his body shifting as he looked around.

Confused, breathless, I tried to pull him back down. “What....what are you doing?”

He didn't answer. Instead, he lifted me, carrying me effortlessly, and set me on the cold surface of the counter. I gasped at the sudden chill against my bare ass, my heart racing. Only then did I realize what he'd been looking for.

His eyes caught mine, a smirk tugging at his lips, and before I could process it, he bent down between my thighs.

His hands slowly dragged my jean that was already half way through my legs, then he slowly pulled down my undies too, his eyes never leaving my fold.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt his tongue flick against my pussy in one sharp, deliberate stroke.

“Oh my....Tristan!” My cry echoed through the kitchen.

My gripped on the counter tightened, I knew my knuckles would have turned white with the way I was holding unto it.

Tristan teased me with just one final flick, and then pulled back. I raised my head up staring him, he was watching me, but then walked away.

My chest heaved as I looked around frantically, dazed.

“Tristan?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Where....where are you going?” Did he change his mind?

For a second, I thought he'd left me there, needy and trembling, abandoned in the heat he'd ignited. But then he returned, his hand holding something that made my breath catch.

Ice cream.

The same tub I'd left in the freezer days ago.

His smirk widened when he saw my eyes widen. My thighs pressed together instinctively, but he stepped closer, setting the tub down and sliding his hands along my legs, spreading them open again.

“Cold,” he murmured, dipping his finger in, scooping just a little. Then he dragged it across my nipple.

I gasped at the shock, the freezing sweetness against my burning skin. Before I could even breathe, his mouth closed over it, sucking the ice cream away, his tongue warm and soft, making me shiver violently.

“Tris....tan....oh......god.....” The feeling was Devine, I left like I'd been taken to space.

He trailed more down my stomach, each spot met with his mouth, licking, tasting, driving me mad. And when he finally pressed the cold sweetness against my swollen pussy, I almost screamed.

The chill made me jolt, my hips bucking against him, but the second his tongue followed, hot and firm, I cried out his name.

My hands clawed at his hair, my thighs trembling against his shoulders as he devoured me, ice cream and all.

I couldn't breathe, couldn't think straight. My eyes rolled to the back in ecstacy.

How could someone feel all the emotion at once, I feel like I was drowning in Tristan Hayes.

Every flick of his tongue made me lose myself more, every suck pulled moans I couldn't hold back. My body felt like it was unraveling, every nerve ending on fire and ice all at once.

He ate me until I was breathless, until my thighs shook, until I was begging him to stop and also not stop. I didn't know what I wanted or what I was pleading for.

But just when I thought I couldn't take more, he stood and lifted me like I weighed nothing, my legs were trembling as he placed my pussy above his already hard cock, pressing against me.

He didn't give me time to think. He lifted both my legs, resting them on his right shoulder, and with one deep thrust, he filled me completely.

My world stopped completely, everything in me screamed in confusion.

“Fuck!” I screamed, my nails digging into his back.

He pulled out, then thrust again, harder and deeper, his pace building until the counter shook beneath us.

My cries grew louder, mixing with his groans, each movement slamming me against him in raw, desperate rhythm.

Then he flipped me, pressing me down onto the counter, entering me from behind. My leg raised instinctively, giving him deeper access, and when he pushed inside me again, I nearly collapsed from the sensation.

Every thrust stole my breath away, every moan ripped from my throat. His hands gripped my hips like he'd never let go, his pace rough, punishing, but god, I wanted it.

He fucked me until my voice was hoarse, until sweat dripped down my skin, until all I knew was the sound of our bodies colliding, the heat of his breath, the raw need consuming us both.

I knew I was close by the way my pussy tightened around his cock, I needed him to let go same time I did.

So I closed my laps together and hardened my pussy in the process.

"Ahhh" Tristan groaned loudly as he releases his seed inside me, shot after shot.