Beast (A Righteous Outlaws Novel #4) (The Righteous Outlaws) (23 page)

I don’t think I would resist if he did. From the minute I stood next to him at the bar, I wondered what it would feel like to be his. By the patches on his vest, I could tell he was in a Motorcycle Club and, though I didn’t know much about them, I knew their women were their property. It sounded barbaric, but it was also intriguing and, to be honest, it wasn’t much different from what William expected of me.

I looked up to Cash. I didn’t want him to think he had me figured out so easily. “I’m not a goody,” I stated.

Cash leaned down, his lips a mere inches from my ear. “I bet your daddy paid for you to go away to some Ivy League school. You probably called home every night after studying to check in and assure them that you were being a good little girl.” He walked around me, his warm breath brushing against my skin as he pushed my hair to one side. “I bet the only sex you have ever had is lying on your back while some guy slowly slides his cock in and out of you, so he doesn’t blow his load too quickly.”

I sucked in a ragged breath at his words, surprised at how they shot through me like an electric current leaving me with an undeniable yearning to be touched and ravished by this complete stranger.

He moved around me ever so slowly, dragging his finger along my bare skin as he went. Chills coursed up and down my body, leaving a fiery hot path of desire as he continued his assault on my senses. “I bet you’ve never had an orgasm. Never sat on a guy’s face while he buried his tongue deep inside your tight little pussy, flicking your clit, and tasting your juices as your body screamed for release.”

Little did he know my body was already screaming for release, and he had barely laid a hand on me. I shook at his suggestive words as wetness pooled in my panties, practically begging him to stop talking and just show me what I’d been missing. I inhaled deeply as if that would satiate the overwhelming craving this crude, disgustingly hot guy was imbedding in my core. He was stirring up feelings that I never knew existed. I wanted it all. Everything he was telling me. I wanted to experience it and feel it, and I wanted it with him. Screw the rules I was raised to live by. Rules were meant to be broken and what better way to do that than with this tattooed bad boy.

He continued to circle around me, stopping in front of me. He reached out his hand and gripped my chin between his fingers, urging me to look at him. My heartbeat picked up speed and pounded against my chest. My breaths turned to shallow pants as I let him control me. My body was weak with desperation, and I grabbed onto his hand to keep from dissolving into a puddle.

“Am I right?” he asked, his tongue dabbing his bottom lip suggestively.

“Maybe,” I breathed.

He stepped away, his hand falling from my face. I missed his touch immediately, and felt like an errant child that was being taunted. It was like being given a taste of the most delicious, decadent dessert and having it ripped away from you just as you were going in for the first bite. My mouth salivated, thinking about what he would taste like and if I would get to know before the night was over. I never wanted to be kissed, touched and immersed in a person as much as I did in Cash at this moment.

“That’s what I thought,” he said and went back to his bike, leaving me bewildered. He kicked his leg over, and pointed behind him. “Come on. I’ll bring you where you need to go.”

“No.” I wasn’t ready to go. Once I got on the bike, it was over. I didn’t want this to be over. I wasn’t ready to go back to my so-called goody lifestyle. I wanted to be bad. I wanted to know what it meant to feel everything Cash spoke of.

I was tired of over-thinking everything, and worrying about what my parents would think of me if I did something that didn’t conform to their standards. I was sick of thinking, so I acted and went to him before the voices in my head could stop me. I grabbed his face, and pressed my lips to his. It was soft and sweet, but I quickly realized he wasn’t kissing me back.

Embarrassed, I stepped back. His rejection consumed me. I was mortified by my decision to throw caution to the wind, and put myself out there. Look where it got me. I wanted to run from this nightmare and dive into the water, so I could swim home or drown myself in my own misery. In this moment, I would do anything just so I didn’t have to turn and face him again. I was startled when I felt his hand snake around my waist. He gruffly yanked me toward him, gripping both of my hips, and lifted me onto his lap. I linked my legs around him, pressing my core onto his very erect manhood. It unnerved and excited me to realize he wanted me just as much as I did him.

He crushed his mouth to mine, devouring me with a single kiss. His tongue thrust past my lips as I eagerly opened for him. Our tongues met in an un-choreographed dance: tangling, tasting and exploring each other. He tasted of tobacco, beer and danger, a most delicious combination that enticed and seduced me. My body was overwhelmed, ready to combust, as his rough hand ran up and down my leg before slipping beneath my dress.

He tore his mouth from mine, dragging his tongue down my neck to my collarbone. Desire pulsed inside of me right down to my very core.

I dated William for three years before I let him get this far, yet I knew Cash for all of three minutes and I didn’t care that he was touching me so intimately. I never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him. He continued to run his hand up my leg higher and higher till I felt his finger hook in my panties and thrust them aside. I gasped at his brazenness, but made no effort to stop him.

“Are you wet for me, Sunshine?”

I nodded, too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak.

“How wet are you?” he asked. “Tell me.”

I shook my head no, and bit my lip. I didn’t do dirty talk. I didn’t know how. Besides, it was too embarrassing to say those things.

He dipped his head to my neck, sucking and biting at the sweet spot that only served to fuel my desire. His fingers laced in my hair, and he pulled my head back. “Tell me,” he demanded his voice rough and seeping with want. He swiped his tongue up to my ear. “I want to hear you tell me how wet you are, Sunshine.”

Holy cow. I needed more. I was torn between embarrassment and want, as I found myself moaning, “I’m…I’m…so wet.”

“Good girl,” he said, and rewarded me with a thrust of his finger into my wetness. My entire body arched back, and he took full advantage, dragging his hand between my tits. He yanked the strap of my dress off, and pushed my bra out of the way, dipping down and taking my already pebbled nipple into his mouth.

The combination of his finger sliding in and out of me, and his tongue swirling around the tight peak, sent me tumbling toward the edge. I leaned back into the handlebars, loving the feel of the cool metal on my skin, reminding me how exposed I was out here where anyone could stumble upon us. In this moment, I didn’t care. Raw, unbridled hunger took over throwing all common sense away. I just wanted to keep feeling the delicious sensations assaulting me.

“Mmm,” he groaned as he took my nipple between his teeth, tugging, sucking, and nipping. His hand wrapped around my back, and he pulled me up. My hands gripped his back and my fingers dug into his worn leather vest. His lips kissed a fiery path down my neck. I rocked into him, and, my God, he was so hard beneath me.

I wanted to feel his cock in my hand more than anything I ever wanted. So, I reached for his zipper, but he snatched my hand away, leaving me confused. “You sure you want to walk on the wild side, Sunshine? Once you do, there’s no going back.”

A light rain started to fall, and I let my head drift back to feel the cool droplets on my warm face. I brought my head up, my eyes heavy with lust, and locked on his gaze. “I don’t want to go back.”

“What do you want, then?” he asked, biting my earlobe and causing me to press harder into him.

“You,” I breathed.

A smirk broke at the edge of his mouth. “I need you to be more specific.”

Heat flared in my cheeks as my lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, I found myself panting like a dog in heat, as I pleaded with my eyes for him to keep going.

He pushed two fingers back into me, and I bucked as the delicious waves of ecstasy devoured me. He thrust in and out, a relentless assault that had my nails digging deep into his leather. Too heavy with want and need, my head fell onto his shoulder.

Warm breath skated across my ear, mixing with the cool wet raindrops. “I can stop,” he stated coolly.

“No!” I screamed, unable to control myself as he worked me toward the brink of explosion. “Don’t stop,” I begged like some pauper desperate for a meal. I was desperate for his touch, for the feel of his lips on my body as they devoured and consumed me. But, most of all, I wanted to feel him turn me into a dirty little girl by pushing his big hard cock inside of me.

“Then tell me what you want,” he taunted, as he pulled his fingers out of my throbbing pussy.

Heat coursed through me, rising up my necks and into my cheeks. “I want you…” I bit my lip, trying to find the courage within to be the girl he wanted me to be. To be the girl
I
wanted to be. “I want you inside me,” I managed, and it was liberating. “Please,” I begged.

He lifted me, and ripped my panties off. He took them in his hand and smiled. “White cotton. I should’ve guessed,” he said, before wadding them into a ball and pushing them against his nose and deeply inhaling my scent. Shock ran ramped through me as I watched. “Sweet, just like I thought.”

He pulled a condom out of his back pocket then shoved my panties in. He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang free. It was longer and thicker than anything I had imagined. I dabbed my lips with my tongue as I waited for him to slide the condom on. I yearned for what was to come. My body was on fire, and my mind was racing as a million thoughts flashed into my head of what to expect. I honestly didn’t know what it was going to feel like to have him fill me. I was a little worried he wouldn’t fit, but that didn’t matter, because the one thing I did know was that I never wanted anything so badly in my life.

“Hop on,” he growled, and I hesitated. I’d never been on top. Cash was right. I’d only had sex missionary. I was predictable and boring and so out of my league right now. I never took control, and I had no idea how to ride a cock. I also never took off with a strange man, and let him touch me in a way I’ve never been touched before.

I came home from college looking for a change. Shaking up my perfect little life with Cash was exactly what I needed. So, without a moment’s more hesitation, I slowly lowered my throbbing wet pussy down on to his hard, thick cock. Just as his tip pushed past my entrance, he forcefully pushed down on my shoulders and impaled me.

Having him fully seated inside me felt like an eruption, as white-hot currents of electrical shocks pulsed through me, triggering a need so desperate, so violent I lost total control. I rocked my hips back and forth, trying to get him deeper, if that were even possible. I wanted to savor every hard inch and relish in the way it made me feel.

His fingers curled around my hips, and he held me in place, as he thrust into me over and over. My hands gripped his shoulders frantically, holding on for the ride, as he destroyed every last bit of my innocence.

“Fuck, Sunshine, you’re so goddamned tight,” he groaned against my ear as his big, rough hands clamped onto my thighs, and he pulled me back and forth to match his intensity.

The rain picked up, pouring down on us, but we didn’t let it break our pace. If anything, it urged us to go harder, faster.

Cash bent his head and caught my nipple between his teeth, causing a shocked cry to spill from my lips. I held his head, knotting my fingers into the long strands of hair. My breathing picked up, moans of pleasure flowing out of me, and making it almost impossible to catch my breath.

“I want you to come for me, Sunshine. I want your sweet juices all over my dirty cock.”

No one had even spoken to me so crudely, but his words enticed me, making me want everything he had to offer. I continued to rock against him as his hands dug deep into the soft flesh of my ass. My skin became sensitive beneath his touch, a weird combination of pain that gave way to pleasure.

I felt a quickening deep in my belly, and, with one sweep of his thumb across my clit, I burst apart. Convulsions wracked my body as the most intense feeling of pleasure I ever felt consumed and overwhelmed me. My head was swimming in an abyss of stars and fireworks as Cash continued rubbing my clit and sucking my tits. I fell against his rock hard chest, trying to get control of my breathing, as my pussy continued throbbing and pulsing around Cash’s hard cock. He pulled his cock out of me, and got off the bike, lifting me with him. He turned me so I faced the seat of the bike, and I had no clue what he was doing. He didn’t come yet, and I couldn’t imagine that he would stop without satisfying his own needs.

He walked behind me, and grabbed hold of my hips. “Hold on to the bike, Sunshine,” he commanded as he thrust into me with one swift stroke from behind. He started pounding into me, and delivered blow after mind-numbing blow. I held on for dear life as he continued thrusting in and out of me at an incredible speed, my body too satiated to do anything else. My belly burned and legs shook, as another body pulsing, mind-blowing orgasm pushed its way to the surface.

My muscles tightened around his cock, and he screamed, “Oh, fuck!” His fingers flexed, turning into a death grip on my hip as he thrust into me one more time as I felt him come with the force of a volcanic eruption.

He kept pushing into me in short little bursts, as he continued emptying himself into me. I prayed the condom would hold because it seemed like he was filling it beyond capacity as his cock kept pulsing inside me and emptying his seed.

Finally, he collapsed on my back, his breath hot and heavy against my wet skin. He stayed there only moments before standing and cleaning himself up.

“Get dressed,” he said, and I don’t know why I was surprised. He didn’t seem like the cuddling type, but I hoped for something a little more than just a hard fuck. Not that I didn’t enjoy it. Truth be told, it was the most mind-blowing orgasm I ever experienced. Still, I thought maybe he would end with a sweet kiss. Not the
wham bam thank you ma’am, get the fuck off me
attitude he was displaying.