Echo stalks closer; his hands circle my waist and lift me into the air. It feels like the most natural thing to wrap my arms and legs around him whilst he walks us back to his room.
He shuts the door behind us, and the lock clicks into place. He drops me to my feet, and his fingers grip the hem of his shirt and peel it up and over my head.
Completely naked, I’m frozen to the spot. His eyes devour me from head to toe, and my nipples harden as his gaze drops to my breasts, arousal pooling between my legs. The look in his eyes is territorial and predatory. I can see the hunger in him. His whole body is tense and poised, ready to consume me.
“On the bed.” The command in his tone leaves no room for question. I comply instantly, climbing onto the bed and shuffling back till my head hits the pillows. “Spread those legs wide, baby, I want to see that pussy.”
Vulnerability at being completely exposed washes over me, and a blush of embarrassment heats my face and chest. I cover my eyes with my hands and slowly let my knees fall to the sides.
“Look at me, sugar.” I let my hands fall away and my eyes meet his. “Good girl,” he praises. He stares into my face for a moment, then, licking his lips, his gaze drops between my thighs to where my pussy’s open and displayed for him. His teeth pull his bottom lip into his mouth. Pure sexual desire burns in his gaze, and I feel my arousal drip down my legs.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs.
Placing his leather waistcoat over the back of a chair, he pulls his undershirt over his head, revealing the colourful tattoos that adorn his beautiful chest. He’s a work of art. A huge chest piece flows effortlessly beneath the words “Honor,” “Love,” and “Freedom” that stand proudly across his collarbones.
My mouth waters and my fingers twitch, desperate to touch him, to kiss every inch of him. His hands drop to his waist, and I watch while he opens the buttons on his jeans, popping them one by one. Defined muscles sculpt his abs, culminating in a v-shape that frames his hard cock. His jeans fall to the floor and pool at his ankles, before he kicks them to the side and straightens to his full height.
A tattooed Adonis. I barely get to appreciate the spectacular view of his naked form before he prowls towards me. I curl my legs together and sit up, desperate to reach him.
“Stop. Open your legs,” he commands.
I fall back, resting on my elbows. The heat in his eyes and his gloriously hard cock fill me with confidence, and slowly I part my ankles, spreading my legs wide, and arch my back seductively.
A primeval sound escapes him as he pounces. He covers my body with his, pinning me to the bed. His hard cock slides against my pussy, and I lift my knees, desperately urging him closer to my aching core.
His kiss is a brand of ownership. He’s consuming me, dominating me, all with the touch of his lips to mine. He pulls back to nip at my bottom lip with his teeth.
“I need you. Please,” I beg.
A fingertip grazes my cheek, trailing a path to my chin. He tips my face up and kisses me. Echo reaches between my legs, where my flesh is swollen and dripping wet. Desperate, I wrap my legs around his back and try to draw him towards me, but he pulls my legs away and pushes them up to rest over his shoulders. His tattooed fingers grasp his impressively hard cock and tease my clit with the head.
“Ahhhhh,” I moan. My hips thrust, rubbing against his swollen tip. My back arches off the bed, and I push closer to him. I can’t take it anymore. “Echo, please, please now.”
Our eyes lock as he quickly pulls on a condom, then slowly guides himself into me. My muscles stretch, accommodating his size, and the air pushes free from my lungs until he’s fully sheathed inside me.
He circles his hips, and delicious pain sparks through me. I’m stretched to capacity, his length massaging every sensitive muscle as he slowly retreats. Gliding inside me again, he sets a torturous pace. Every thrust builds my orgasm in a slow burn that swirls in my stomach and heats my skin.
Echo pulls my nipple into his mouth, his lips wrapping around the erect peak and sucking tightly. He nips the pink tip with his teeth, but the pain instantly turns to pleasure when his tongue laves over the sensitive flesh.
“Sugar, I love your nipples. I could play with them all day,” he says with a groan.
I moan when his teeth sink in further, biting harder. His warm tongue swirls across the hurt before he sucks my nipple deep into his mouth again.
He pulls back and changes the angle of his cock. His thrusts stay slow and steady, but his cock hits deeper. My orgasm hovers just out of reach. He plunges deep, each thrust exquisite agony, and shuddering, I throw my head back in ecstasy. He kisses a path down into the valley between my breasts, then his tongue seeks out my other nipple, and taking it into his mouth, he sucks hard, and I arch into him.
“Oh God.” Desperate, I bury my hands into his hair, gripping and pulling with every thrust of his hips. “Echo,” I whimper.
His eyes rise to meet mine while his teeth continue to abuse my nipple. “What’s the matter, baby, do you need to come?” he drawls.
I nod frantically. “Yes. Yes. Now. Please, please.”
A smug grin twitches at the corner of his mouth. My eyes follow his tongue as it dips out, flicking first one nipple then the other. “Who owns you, sugar?” he asks with a sly grin. His thrusts still, only the head of his cock still inside me.
The answer slips from my lips easily. “You. I belong to you.”
Firm hands grip my hips, pulling me onto him in one hard thrust. I whimper, and my eyes roll. He pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back into me again.
“Who owns all your orgasms, Livvy?” Echo pauses, his cock buried deep inside of me, and our eyes lock as he waits for my reply.
“You.” The word flows easily, and I’m surprised to feel at peace with his ownership. He plunges back into me, and I shatter, screaming as my orgasm explodes.
My legs hit the mattress as he slides them from his shoulders. He flips me, and I land on my stomach. Fingers grip my thighs, lifting my arse and pushing my knees and legs under my chest. My arms drape in front of me, pliant, whilst he moves me into the position he wants and enters me from behind. My hypersensitive muscles stretch to allow him in. His whole body covers mine, and I surrender, completely subject to his will. One of his hands covers my hip, the other wraps around the back of my neck, his thumb gently stroking the skin, back and forth as he rocks in and out of me.
The relentless pounding of his cock triggers another orgasm that bursts out of me on a cry. Echo tenses, groaning as his release spills deep inside me.
His cock slides out of me and I roll to my side, stretching out my legs. I watch him pull off the condom and throw it into the wastebasket. He collapses back onto the bed and his strong arms band around me and pull my head to rest on his chest. Neither of us speak. The room’s silent except for panting breath and racing hearts. His fingers absentmindedly stroke the side of my breast while our legs knot together.
He’s consuming me. We’re practically strangers, but it doesn’t seem to matter. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I murmur.
Echo chuckles lightly. “What do you mean, sugar?”
I reach up and cover my face with my hands. “This. I’m in Texas, getting spanked and fucked by a biker. I can honestly say, I never even dreamed this would happen to me.”
Echo pulls my hand from my face. “Which part, the spanking or the biker?” he asks, amused.
Laughing lightly, I reply, “Both.”
His chuckle vibrates through his chest. “You loved it. It’s too late to pretend you’re a good girl now.”
I push off his chest and lean back on my elbow, our eyes meet. “But that’s the thing, Echo, I am the good girl. I’ve only had boring sex with my normal, suit-and-tie boyfriends.”
His eyes darken. “Fuck, Livvy. I don’t ever want to think about another guy fucking you.”
“Sorry.” I sigh. “I just don’t do this. I never expected this.”
Echo pulls me back down so I’m resting on his chest again. “Livvy, I fucking love that you like me telling you what to do. I love the way your body reacts to me. I love the shade of pink your ass went when I spanked you, and the sounds you made. Sugar, you’re fucking perfect, and all mine.”
“This is fucked up.” I groan.
His fingers still, and I try to move, but his arms clamp down, holding me to him. “There’s nothing fucked up about this, sugar. You’re mine,” he growls.
Frustrated, I push against his hold and ask. “God, Echo, what the hell does that even mean?”
An exasperated sigh billows from his chest, and seconds later, I’m face down on the bed with his hand holding both my wrists above my head. His body weight pins me down, and rough fingertips pull my hair to the side. “Do I need to remind you again who you belong to?” he whispers.
Soft kisses rain from my jaw down my neck. “Hmm, sugar? Do I need to prove I own every inch of you?” His teeth sink into the soft skin where my neck meets my shoulder, and I shudder with need. “I don’t need to prove anything, do I, Livvy? Your body knows who owns it. Your brain might be overthinking this, but your body feels this connection. Your body knows that this is exactly where we should be.”
Flipping me onto my back, he straddles my waist and growls out. “Being mine means that we’re together. I don’t fucking understand this either, but I know that you belong to me and I belong to you. We can figure everything else out as we go along.”
Filled with confusion, I shake my head and look away from him, unwilling to show him the fucked-up guilt gnawing at my chest. His fingers grip my chin and force my face up to meet his angry eyes. “Livvy,” he snarls.
I want Echo more than I’ve ever wanted another man. Why did this have to happen now, when our time together is so limited. “We shouldn’t be starting something that can’t last, Echo. We have an expiry date. Eventually, I have to go home.”
“No,” he barks out. His lips claim mine, and the moment Echo touches me, the world around us stops. “Eyes on me, sugar. You don’t question this. Us. It’s new, I get that. But this connection, it’s fucking real. It’s happening. I gave you the chance to leave last night, but you decided to stay. So if you want out now, you need to look me in the face and tell me you don’t feel what I feel.”
His eyes burn into mine, daring me to deny it. I try to speak, but the lie sticks in my throat. “Yeah, sugar, that’s what I thought.”