The Biker's Fate Chapter 491

I sighed, pushing off the wall. "Look. We're both amped up. We're in some desperate need of relief. Why can't we look at it like that? No strings. Once the tour is over, we go our separate ways. No one even needs to know about any of this. I'm always looking for a man who knows their way around a vagina and the way you play your guitar, especially that pretty blue one, it's plain to me you know what to do with your hands, so how about you show me what your mouth can do as well… besides sing?"

"Funny thing about that guitar, it's a lot like you."

"Oh?"

"I've grown rather attached to it, but it doesn't belong to me."

"Who does it belong to?" I asked.

"A guy Vick knows. I rented it for the tour."

"If you like it so much, why don't you buy it?"

"Also, just like you, it's a one of a kind, it isn't for sale."

I chuckled. "Well, if you play me like you play that guitar, who knows what might happen."

His hand slid to my neck, and tugging me forward and kissing me again, but this time, it was gentler. Slower.

"Last chance to back out," he warned.

I met his eyes. "I don't want to back out."

He deadbolted my door, then lifted me again, kissing me as he carried me into the hotel suite bedroom, kicking the door closed, and dropping me onto the bed.

Unzipping my boots, he tossed them in the corner, then slid my socks off before tugging my leggings over my hips, panties and all. I was left exposed to a man I barely knew but trusting him completely with no explanation as to why.

Train slid off his boots, then his long-sleeved shirt, leaving his jeans on as he knelt between my legs, smiling down at me. "You good?"

I bit my lip and nodded.

"You feel uncomfortable at any point, you say stop, we stop. Got it?"

"I'm not a virgin on my wedding night, Train," I pointed out.

"Doesn't matter," he growled. "You have the right to stop if you want to."

It was quite possible I just came without him touching me.

"You need to quit being a gentleman, Nash."

"Roger that," he said, leaning down to kiss my belly, then moving his mouth between my legs. He pushed my shirt and bra up, freeing my breasts so he could work a nipple while his tongue sieged havoc on my clit.

When his free hand palmed my pussy and he slid two fingers inside of me, I nearly bucked off the bed. The hand previously working my nipple pressed against my hips to keep me anchored to the bed, and he sucked my clit as his fingers dipped deeper, sliding against my G-spot and I couldn't stop myself from sitting straight up with a moan, causing Train to step off the bed. "Fuck. You okay?"

"Ah." I blinked a few times and nodded. "Shit. I don't know."

He frowned. "Baby, I need more words."

"No one has ever, Jesus, not once, ever hit my G-spot."

His body relaxed and he met my eyes. "But you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm so totally okay." I smiled, pulling off my band T-shirt, and waving him back to the bed. "I need more. But first, I need you naked."

He settled his hands on the bed on either side of me, kissing me then smiling. "You're gonna need to let me drive this, Melody."

I cupped his face, running my thumb across his lower lip. "I will, but if you can make me come that fast with your fingers, I'm a little eager to find out what you can do with your dick, so please don't make me wait to find out, okay?"

He chuckled. "I can absolutely guarantee I'm gonna make you come that fast with my dick. My question to you, baby, is are you gonna fall off the bed when I do?"

"I'll rely on you to keep me right here, sound good?"

"You got a favorite position?" he asked, standing again, and unbuckling his belt.

"I have a feeling with you they'll all be great," I said. I cocked my head. "Do you talk this much every time you have sex with a woman?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, she's got sass, this one."

I grinned. "So much sass. You have no idea."

He pushed his jeans off his hips and his dick sprang free and I nearly passed out at the sight of it. Jesus, he was huge. I shouldn't have been surprised. Everything about him was big.

"Train indeed," I breathed out.

He chuckled, leaning back over me. "You scared?"

"Not even a little."

"On your knees, Melody," he ordered. "Hands on top of the headboard. Legs spread."

I sat up, moving the pillows out of the way, and gripping the headboard as I spread my legs and knelt back.

"Don't move," he ordered, and he slid his face between my legs, wrapping his arms around my thighs, anchoring me to his body. "Ride my face, baby."

I glanced down at him between my legs. "Really?"

How the hell he'd managed to figure out my daydream, I'd never know, but I almost came right then and there.

"Fuck, yeah." He grinned. "Hard."

I didn't have to be told twice. He worked my pussy while I moved but he didn't let me come. Right before I climaxed, he slapped my bottom, and told me to wait, sliding out from under me.

"Don't move," he ordered, and I heard the tear of foil just before he gripped my hips. "Lift. Just a little."

I did and then he slid his knees between mine, guiding me onto his cock, reverse cowboy style. I dropped my head back to his shoulder with a sigh.

"Keep your hands on the headboard, baby. It'll help you ride."

"I'm riding?"

"Yeah, beautiful. You've got the power. Go as hard as you want." His hand slid between my legs and his fingers pressed against my clit. "I'm gonna play here," his other hand moved to a breast and rolled my nipple, "and here." He kissed the back of my neck. "You want more of something, you let me know."

"Oh my god," I rasped.

"Huh-uh. Train or Nash. Not god. But you keep goin', you'll see Jesus. I promise."

I grinned, raising my hips slightly, then impaling myself again while his fingers worked my clit with one hand, and he pinched my nipples with the other.