Chapter 3
Scarlett immediately saw him leaning against his bike, his tall form outlined against the bright moon. He was smoking a cigarette, and every few seconds the cherry burning at the end would illuminate his face. He watched her make her way towards him, his legs crossed at the ankles. He looked so relaxed that it actually made Scarlett feel better.
As she neared him, she held her hand out.
“May I?”
Limit smiled at her, his dimples making an appearance.
He held the cigarette out towards her and even though it’d been years since she’d tried it, the nicotine went down easy as she inhaled.
“Somethin’ tells me you don't smoke very often.”
“You’d be right,” She said as she took another hit.
Limit surprised her when he wrapped his hands around her waist and spread his long legs only to situate her between them. He reached for the cigarette and took the last hit it would allow before he dropped it to the gravel beneath her heels.
Scarlett thought he might say something, anything, but instead he leaned down and swept the hair out of her face.
“You ever been with a man like me?”
“No,” She said softly.
“Do you want me to touch you?,” He asked.
Scarlett nodded.
“Let me hear the words.”
“Yes, I want you to touch me,” Scarlett told him.
“You’re a high class kind of woman, Scarlett. Are you sure you want me to fuck you right here against my bike?”
His dirty words woke something inside of Scarlett she didn't even know existed. With Scott, everything was so…technical.
There were no feelings, it was all business…which is why she’d been okay to make him wait for sex. Scarlett was still a virgin, and that was probably why he'd gone and found someone else to fuck. It wasn't that Scarlett didn't want to have sex, either- but Scott never got her engine revved. He never even tried, and that was ultimately what made her decision for her.
She wanted passion.
She wanted raunchy, hot, mouthwatering sex.
Scott Worthington couldn't offer her any of those things.
“Yes, please.”
Limit smiled as he tipped her head back by placing one finger under her chin.
“I like the sound of that, baby girl.”
Scarlett blushed a deep crimson when his hands traveled further south, lifting her dress up and over the curve of her ass.
“Are you wearing any panties under this dress?”
She nodded.
He tsked.
“What a shame…”
He didn't say another word as he leaned forward and captured her mouth in a kiss that had her gripping his shoulders.
His hands worked magic while his tongue had her delirious- and she was right- the whiskey on his breath had her double drunk.
Scarlett pressed herself up against his hard body, eager to taste more of him, to feel more of him.
One strong arm wrapped around her waist and anchored her to him while the other slid between her thighs. His fingers grazed the edges of her panties and she whimpered against his mouth.
“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”
She sighed into his mouth as he tugged her panties down until they slid to her feet of their own accord. He didn't bother to remove them completely, no, he was too busy pushing her thighs apart so he could feel her wet pussy.
“Fuck, you’re soakin’ wet, Scarlett. You want my dick that bad?”
Scarlett’s greedy body flushed at his words, that delicious heat making her sway against him.
She hadn't ever had a man speak to her that way before, but she was realizing that she loved it.
“I can’t help it,” She whispered.
“Good, I don't want you to.”
Limit pressed two fingers against her clit and she almost collapsed, but he caught her and held her tight.
Her whimpers turned into cries as he circled her clit with his skilled fingers over and over until she could feel that tingling ball of pleasure nipping at her insides. He felt so good and she never wanted him to stop, but he had other plans.
“I want you to come on my hand, baby girl. And then I’m gonna make you come all over my cock,” He promised.
Scarlett sucked his tongue into her mouth as he pinched her clit expertly, bringing her arousal to a fever pitch that struck her like lightning- and then she came.
She came all over his hand like some biker slut, her nails digging into his shoulders, her mouth open against his.
It felt like the entire world was ready to combust, but Limit wasn't anywhere near done with her yet.
Before Scarlett could process the fact that some stranger had made her orgasm all over his hand, he was helping her step out of her panties as he pocketed the small white confection of lace.
“Turn around and put your hands on the seat of my bike,” He ordered gruffly.
His deep voice was raspy and husky, filled with arousal and need, just like her body was.
She hurried to do as he said because she didn't want the pleasure to end yet.
The buttery leather of his seat was soft and warm against her palms as she did as he said. The hands that had brought her to orgasm only moments before ran along the backs of her thighs as he lifted her dress to rest up around her waist.
“Jesus, you've got a body made for fucking, Scarlett. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, please,” She begged.
Limit rewarded her with a swift smack on the ass.
The sting of it made her pussy clench, and she bounced on the balls of her feet to try and get closer to his hand.
“You naughty little girl, you liked that didn’t you?”
She nodded.
Limit wrapped her hair around his fist before he yanked her head back so he could bite along the column of her neck.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be thinkin’ of me for weeks afterward. This pussy is gonna be primed for me, baby girl. Can you handle that?”
Scarlett could only say yes because her body was practically crying with how bad she wanted him- her nipples were rock hard against the expensive lace bra she was wearing, her pussy was leaking down the insides of her thighs, and the rest of her was so fucking hot she thought she’d melt against his custom Harley.
“Yes, Limit, please fuck me!”
He growled in her ear, some rumbling sound that had her shivering against him as he released his hold on her hair and instead moved to massage her.
His thick fingers worked her soft skin like he was kneading dough. As he spread her legs apart she felt his fingers graze over the pucker of her ass and she jerked.
“Relax, Scarlett. I’m not takin’ this hole tonight, but by the end of it, you’ll want me to. You’ll want to feel me in every part of you, I guarantee it.”
She didn't bother telling Limit that if he pushed her, she'd cave like an old deck of cards right then.
She already wanted to feel him in every part of her...
Scarlett heard him unzip his jeans and she couldn't help but glance behind her to see exactly what he was packing- and fuck was he big.
His dick was long and thick and she had no idea how he’d fit inside of her, but she’d give him whatever he wanted to assure that he tried.
“You like what you see?”
His grey eyes were hazy and at half-mast.
“Fuck, yes…”
He grunted and she watched as he pulled a tinfoil packet from his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth. As he rolled the condom on, Scarlett watched, her hazel eyes trained on his every move. He didn't even hesitate to line himself up, his cock pressing against her wet entrance.
“You ready?”
Scarlett would be lying if she didn't admit that she was nervous, but her desire for Limit far outweighed her fears.
She gripped his arm and pulled him closer to her, pushing her ass up against him.
His sharp intake of breath told her he wasn't as calm as he’d like her to think and that was just fine with her.
As he slipped inside her, she whimpered again- this time a little from pain and mostly from pleasure. She was so wet her body easily worked to accommodate him, and he didn't seem to have any complaints. His large body wrapped around her like a breath of fresh air as he thrust into her tight channel.
She cried out, but Limit worked quickly; one second her eyes were filled with surprised tears at the sting of losing her virginity, and the next they were closed in pure bliss as he cupped one of her breasts through the thin material of her dress.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” He whispered into her ear.
She gasped when he moved again, hitting her g-spot directly.
Scarlett had had plenty of orgasms by her own hand, and she knew her body as well as any finely tuned instrument, but Limit didn't need any direction. He was touching her in all the places she liked and he was fucking her at the just right angle…
“Don’t stop,” She pleaded.
Limit wrapped one hand around the front of her throat as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
“Not until you come so hard you see stars,” He demanded roughly.
Scarlett moaned at that, her back arching to meet his hard thrusts, one hand gripping his bike as her other hand gripped his muscular thigh. The golden rings on his fingers were digging into her skin, the leather of his cut slapped against her thigh, but Scarlett didn't fucking care.
She felt free, she felt hot, she felt alive…
He hit the right spot once, twice, three times- she cried out his name, practically sang it, when he did it again.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight, like soft velvet,” He muttered against her skin.
Scarlett felt the hand around her throat move, felt his fingers probing at the corners of her mouth, and stuck her tongue out to lick his calloused skin.
He snarled under his breath, made some animalistic sound that had her rocking her hips hard against him as he pressed his fingers fully into her mouth.
She bit down on him, swallowed his digits like she imagined she’d swallow his cock, as she felt her second orgasm blast through her.
She screamed, wailed, keened his name at the top of her lungs as her pussy clamped down on his dick so hard he had trouble moving.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…,” Limit groaned as his thrusts began to slow.
Scarlett was so lost in her own explosive orgasm she didn't even realize he was gently kissing the back of her neck. She was panting, sweating, sticky between her thighs as he finally slid free.
“That was amazing,” She breathed.
As she stood to her full height and turned to face Limit, she realized he was holding his condom in his hand, his face screwed up in an unattractive frown.
She wondered if she’d been a bad lay.
Did I do something wrong?
Did he not enjoy it?
“What?,” She asked.
“Are you on your period or somethin’?,” He asked.
Scarlett blushed fiercely as she righted her dress. She bent and balled her panties into her fist.
“No, I’m not.”
But, she saw the streaks of blood on the condom and figured he didn't need to know she was a virgin.
Instead of making a big deal out of it, she laughed and tucked her hair behind her ears.
With a shrug, she smiled flirtatiously in his direction.
She slapped his arm playfully.
“Guess you were rougher than you thought, big guy. Thanks for the fuck,” She said as she stepped around him.
Eager to escape her own mortification, she flinched when he grabbed her arm.
“I may not be the smartest man in the world, but I know I didn't fuck you that hard.”
Scarlett grabbed the condom out of his hand and balled it up in her fist.
“Out of sight out of mind. Thanks for makin’ me feel like a woman again, Limit. You have a nice night,” She said softly.
Walk away and don't you dare look back.
Walk away, Scarlett…
As she headed back inside, one backwards glance told her he was still staring after her, his grey eyes intense and his pouty mouth pursed again.
Limit was not an easy man; he was complicated and not her type and he would more than likely break her heart.
At least, that’s what she told herself when she rode home alone in a cab that Emily called for her.
She told herself she wouldn't think about the man she'd given her virginity to in the back parking lot of a bar she’d probably never go to again.
She was only right about one of those things…