Chapter Ten
Charlotte
I wake up wrapped in the familiar smell of Ryker. Opening my eyes, my vision fills with a muscular chest and tattoos. My head rests on his shoulder, our legs tangled together under the blankets. Oh. My. God. The memory of last night comes flooding back to me. Ryker and I making out, my uncharacteristically bold move of licking the come from the end of my thumb. My cheeks heat when I remember his delicious, salty taste. I don’t know what had come over me. I’ve never been so bold. I’m not a virgin, but my sexual encounters have all been with one man, and I can count them on one hand. Last night blew those few encounters out of the water.
Ryker sets me on fire. He’s undeniably the sexiest man I’ve ever met – not to mention talented. The man could kiss. I tilt my head and look at his perfect lips. His jaw is covered in dark stubble, his lips pink and full. The familiar heat of arousal begins in my belly as I stare at him. No man has ever turned me on like Ryker. He makes me feel beautiful – sexy even. No man has ever made me feel that way before.
Just then, his eyes open and he peers down at me through sleep clouded eyes. Giving me a gentle squeeze, he smiles sleepily at me. “Mornin’, baby girl.”
I smile shyly back at him. “Mornin’.”
His hand travels down my back, then back up until his fingers are tangled in my hair. Pulling my head towards his, he leans in to kiss me. When his lips touch mine, I give him a quick peck before pulling away. He frowns deeply, giving me a questioning look.
Covering my mouth, I smile sheepishly at him. “Morning breath.”
“Fuck that,” he growls before his mouth crashes into mine. His kiss takes my breath away and I cling to him, kissing him back just as hard, morning breath be damned. Rolling me to my back, he settles his hips in the cradle of my legs. I’m positive he can feel my heart pounding through my chest.
Reaching up with both hands, I twist my fingers into his messy hair giving it a gentle, but firm tug. He growls into my mouth and grinds his hips into mine, his cock hitting me in just the right spot. Pleasure spikes through me. “Ryker,” I breathe.
Breaking the kiss, he runs his lips across my cheekbone then settles at the lobe of my ear. He pulls it between his lips, giving it a gentle nip. I reach down and grab onto his ass with both hands, attempting to rub him against me once again.
“Need to fuck you, baby girl.” His hoarse voice is right in my ear, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. I can only whimper and nod my head.
“Need the words, Charlie.”
Need fills me, my pussy clenching tight. “Fuck me, Ryker.” I bend forward and place my teeth around his nipple, flicking it with my tongue. “Please.”
The sound that rips from his throat is one of pure need. I feel like the sexiest woman alive. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he drags it up and off my body in the blink of an eye. And then he’s on me. His lips. His teeth. His tongue. His hands. All worshipping my body. My breasts feel heavy and full. Swollen. My nipples have never felt so sensitive. He focuses all of his attention on my tits, his free hand at the top of my panties. Lifting my hips, I allow him to drag them off to join my shirt on the floor.
His mouth releases my nipple and he pulls back a little, looking down the length of me. I suddenly feel exposed; shy even. Raising my hands, I try to cover myself, but he grabs my wrists and lifts them high above my head, holding them there with one hand.
“Don’t ever hide yourself from me.” His intense blue eyes bore into mine as the rumble in his voice settles over me. “You’re the sexiest fuckin’ woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I wanna spend every fuckin’ second looking at you, touching your body.” He leans down and laves his tongue across my nipple before looking up at me. I let out a moan, ready to combust just from that.
Still holding my wrists above my head, he leans forward, taking my mouth in another hot, hungry kiss. Stars shoot behind my closed eyelids, heat building low in my belly.
Once again, he pulls back and looks me up and down. “Spread for me, baby.”
Feeling self-conscious, I spread my legs – just a little. “Let me see your pussy, Charlie. I wanna look at it, then I wanna fill it up and fuck it until you forget every other man but me.”
God. I spread my legs wider, showing him everything I have. He releases my wrists, but growls down at me, his control hanging on by a thread. “Leave ‘em up there.” Breathing heavily, I stare into his eyes and nod, pulling my lower lip between my teeth. I’m so fucking turned on. The heat of my orgasm is building behind my clit and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
Looking at my lips, he groans and sits back, kneeling between my legs. He places his finger on my pubic bone before drawing it through my wetness. I lay there, arms above my head, legs spread wide for him. I can’t stop myself from moaning, rotating my hips slightly at his slow, calculated touch.
A wicked grin spread across his face, he moves to lay between my legs. My heart races and I try to sit up. I know what he’s going to do and it overwhelms me. Nobody’s ever done this to me before. I don’t know if I will even like it; the intimacy of the act is too much. His eyes shoot to mine and he says firmly, “Lay down.”
I immediately obey, arms going back above my head, legs spread wide.
“God, baby. You’re soaked. I’ve barely touched you and I can see it dripping down your legs.” My cheeks flame. Is that a bad thing? I don’t know what to say, so I just look at him, eyes wide. Running his finger through my wetness once again, he looks into my eyes. “Gonna taste you now, Charlie.”
I take a deep breath and nod. Then I feel his tongue. Sweet. Baby. Jesus. I’ve never felt anything like it before in my life! Pleasure shoots through me, causing me to lift my hips as I cry out. He places his hands on my hips, pushing them back on the bed.
“Fuckin’ sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He runs his tongue from my hole to my clit once more, then pulls up to look at me again. “Watch me, baby. Watch me fuck you with my mouth.”
I stare down at him, all embarrassment gone. He sticks his tongue out, flicking my clit. I cry out, but keep watching. He growls, closes his eyes, then he buries his face deep into my folds. He licks and sucks and nips at my clit like a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. Squirming, I scream his name but he holds me in place with an arm across my hips.
My orgasm rips through me when he plunges two fingers deep inside my pussy, hooking them at just the right angle. Eyes rolling back in my head, I scream without words while he continues to pull every ounce of pleasure from me.
When my body stops shaking, he kisses his way up my belly and over my breasts, stopping at each one to place a tender kiss on each nipple. His lips trail a path to my neck, nuzzling me just behind my ear before finally placing his mouth on mine.
Something about tasting myself mixed with the taste of him drives me wild. I pull my hands from above my head and grab onto his head, deepening our kiss. My tongue slides against his, savoring the flavor of “us.” Groaning, he kisses me back with just as much passion.
Planting a foot in the bed, I use it to push up and over, rolling him onto his back. He allows this move, never breaking our kiss. Swinging my leg over him, I sit astride his lap. Looking down at him, my breath catches in my throat. His dark hair is messy from my fingers, blue eyes hooded. His cheeks have a ruddy pink flush to them and his full lips are swollen from our kisses. It hits me then that he’s looking at me like that. I am the object of his desire and I put that sexy flush on his chiseled cheeks.
This knowledge makes every ounce of apprehension and self-doubt float away. I suddenly feel bolder and more brazen, wanting to do anything I can to keep that look on his face.
“You gonna stare at me all day, or you gonna fuck me?” His voice is husky but has a hint of amusement in it.
I hold his eyes for a moment before my face breaks out in a wide grin. Sliding my booty down his legs, I use my hips to spread them as I go. His head comes up off the pillow, watching me with lust filled eyes. It’s his turn to bite his lip. I watch, intrigued, as he pulls it between his teeth.
I look down at his cock, tongue flicking out to moisten my lips. I’ve never done this before either. I hadn’t ever wanted to before. In fact, the idea of it, in my past relationship anyways, had always kind of grossed me out. Now my mouth waters with the thought of Ryker’s cock in my mouth. I want to taste him.
Bending forward slightly, I run my tongue along the underside of his cock from base to tip. I hear his breath catch and look up from beneath my lashes as I swirl my tongue around the thick, round tip. His head is still lifted, brows drawn low over his eyes as he watches me. Shooting his hand out, he gathers my hair in his fist and holds it gently at the nape of my neck. “I’ve never done this before,” I whisper.
Surprise registers on his face before being replaced with a naughty smirk. “No way you can do it wrong, baby girl. I could come just watching you look at my dick like that. Adding your tongue just makes it that much better.”
I look back down, wrap my fist around his erection and stroke him. His hips slowly pump into my hand as he groans again. Placing my tongue on the underside of his tip, I lick him slowly, like a lollipop, swirling my tongue around the slit. Delicious. He lets out a quiet hiss and tightens his fist in my hair.
Placing my lips around his dick, I continue to stroke with my hand as I wrap my lips around him and suck. Bobbing my head up and down, I take him farther and farther into my mouth with each stroke. A couple of times, he hits the back of my throat and I almost gag, but I learn quickly that if I keep him there and swallow, he lets out a groan of pleasure.
He pumps his hips harder into my mouth until he’s fucking my face. I increase the suction and tighten my hand as I stroke his cock. Cupping his balls with my free hand, I roll them around in my palm. Suddenly, his dick is ripped out of my mouth and I’m airborne.
“Comin’ in your pussy, not in your mouth.”
My pussy agrees as it pulses with excitement. Kneeling between my legs, he leans over to the nightstand, fumbling around for something. He sits up, placing a condom wrapper between his teeth. Holding my eyes, he tears it open and reaches down to roll it over his massive, hard cock. Is that even going to fit? I barely finish that thought before he surges forward, filling me, stretching me. Completing me. I yell out with pleasure.
He slides in all the way to the hilt and pauses. “Fuuuuck. You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby. Fuckin’ heaven.”
Placing my hands on his shoulder blades, I roll my hips, urging him to move. He does. The feeling of Ryker inside me is earth shattering. The pleasure overwhelms me, causing my head to swim. He glides in and out, silently panting. I’m not so silent. I moan with each thrust, dragging my fingernails down his back. When I reach his ass, I dig them into each globe, squeezing and pulling him into me harder.
Suddenly, he pulls out and once again, I’m airborne. My hands and knees hit the mattress, Ryker’s arm around my waist, pulling my ass up high in the air. Before I even register the move, he slams into me from behind. I don’t know who groans louder. I rear back into him, amazed at how deep he is in this position. His hand comes around my front, finger finding my clit. “Oh God.”
“Spread your knees wider, baby.”
I spread my knees as wide as I can, Ryker slamming into me from behind, finger still strumming my clit. The sounds and screams coming from my throat are loud and unintelligible. My head swims with pleasure, my mind lost to Ryker. My orgasm comes over me slow, but hard. Ryker slows his hips, continuing to glide in and out, my pussy clenching him like a vise. I’m still coming when his cock gets impossibly bigger and his body tightens behind me. Growling, his hips stutter before he calls out my name in a raspy groan. “Charlotte. Fuckin’ Christ.” He stills, burying his face in my neck.
I whimper when he pulls out, not wanting it to end. He lays down beside me, gathering me to his chest, hands back in my hair. Squeezing me tight, he kisses the top of my head, both of us trying to catch our breath. I look up at him, a grin spread across my face. “So I take it you don’t mind my morning breath?”
His face breaks out into the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen, that amazing dimple making an appearance before he answers. “Yeah, baby girl. I don’t mind your morning breath. Not at all.”
My smile widens and I press my face into his chest, emotions overwhelming me. He’s almost too good to be true. He takes away all of my inhibitions and fears, making me feel like the only woman in the world.
Looking up at him again, I find him staring down at me. He places a kiss on the tip of my nose before pulling back slightly to look in my eyes. Then he’s kissing me again, the fire in my belly building once more.
After a few minutes he tears his lips away from mine, stopping to place another kiss on the tip of my nose. Butterflies dance in my belly. That’s the third time he’s done that now. I think those three kisses are my favorite kisses of all.
“Alright woman. Enough molesting me. We got shit to do today.” He grins at me, knocking the wind out of me with his dimple once again.
I just stare at him stupidly, my brain still wrapped up in our kiss, my body wanting more. He chuckles, kisses my nose and climbs out of bed. “I’m gonna shower, then it’s your turn.”
I nod and he chuckles again. “So fuckin’ cute,” he mutters, shaking his head as he walks out of the room.
I lay there and smile, my body still recovering from the most amazing sex I’d ever had. My mind wanders lazily, until I find myself thinking about my sister. I try to wrap my head around what I’d learned the night before. Ryker and the Kings had called the Devils off me, but they still want their fifteen thousand from my sister. The Kings are going to hide her until she can come up with the money. What did he mean by hide her? And, I would be staying with Ryker, but able to go to work as long as there was a “man on me.” I guess I would have to get Ryker to elaborate because I was still a little confused about what all of that meant.
After just a few minutes, Ryker comes striding back into the room wearing nothing but a towel. My mouth goes dry. Good God. Beads of water cling to his arms and torso. His hair is wet and messy. Tattoos cover his arms and chest and I want to trace each and every one individually with my tongue. “You’re up, baby girl.”
I pull myself together and manage a nod. Climbing out of bed, I grab my backpack and head for the shower. As I pass, Ryker reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me into him. His wet chest presses against my t-shirt clad one, my nipples hardening on contact. Staring down at me for a moment, his eyes search mine. Not sure what he’s looking for, I can only blink at him. He smirks and shakes his head before leaning in and touching his lips to mine.
He releases me then and I stumble out of the room, dazed by his affection. I swear I hear him chuckle, but I’m too busy grinning to care.
***
Ryker
Waking up with Charlie in my arms was new for me. I’ve never actually slept with a woman before her. I’d had sex – a lot of it – but when it was over, they left. End of encounter. Waking up, seeing her looking at me like she wanted to climb me like a tree was sexy as fuck. This was getting complicated. I can’t have a relationship with her – I won’t. But I can’t seem to stop myself. She is amazing. Being with her just feels right somehow. Those sexy noises she makes when I’m fucking her don’t hurt either.
After her shower, Charlie calls her work and tells them some bullshit story about a car accident. That will make explaining her cuts and bruises much easier. They seem to buy it and she has to be to work by three this afternoon. She exhales after she gets off the phone, like a giant weight had been lifted. I’m glad for her. Charlie is good at her job – if it brings her happiness, she needs to be there.
I’d explained to her that we were going to see her sister next, and that it was likely the last time she’d see her for a while. We need to get her out of town, and fast. The Devils don’t fuck around when they’re looking for you. She’s being sent to stay with another chapter of our club, in Quebec. She’s going to work for them in their bar, earning money so she could pay off her debt and be rid of the Devils once and for all. In the meantime, we’re going to ensure they couldn’t find her and collect in blood.
Charlie climbs on the back of my bike like she belongs there. Her arms around me, chest pressed to my back, feels so fucking good that I have to remind myself not to grin while I drive. I’m a badass biker. I have a rep to maintain.
It’s almost noon by the time we pull into the clubhouse parking lot. A few of my brothers are outside smoking or working on their bikes. I give them all a chin left, grab Charlie’s hand and head into the building.
Walking into the common room, the first person we see is Lucy. Fucking figures. Lucy’s a club whore and a pain in my ass. I’d hit that shit multiple times. Lucy’s wild and likes it any way she can get it. She’s a whore though and aside from fucking, I didn’t have much to do with her. Lately, she’d been clingy as fuck, so I’d been sure to stay away from her. No way was I getting caught up in her shit.
The seductive smile she puts on when she sees me falters a bit when her eyes land on Charlie. She recovers quickly though, turning it back on. She smiles directly at me, ignoring Charlie completely. “Hi Ryker. Where’ve you been, baby? I’ve missed you.”
Missed me? What the fuck is this bitch playing at? I haven’t talked to her in weeks, and even then it was just to tell her to find another cock to ride because I wasn’t interested. I nod in her direction, pulling Charlie along as I mumble my greeting. “Lucy.”
She glares at Charlie as we pass, but I ignore her and her bullshit, continuing on until we come to the door of the room Anna’s been staying in. I haven’t seen her since that night – I don’t care to see her now. This stupid bitch almost got Charlie raped to save her own skin. I don’t care who she is. Sister or not, she doesn’t deserve to even be in Charlie’s breathing space.
I knock once on the door. When I hear Anna call out, I push it open and look down at Charlie. “I got shit to do. Visit with her for a bit. She’s leaving this afternoon, and I don’t know how long she’ll be gone.”
Charlie looks me in the eye then nods, her lip quivering a bit. I plant a kiss on the tip of her nose, leaving her to visit with her skanky sister.