Ryan tugs his lips down over my jaw and kisses a trail of heat over my neck. My legs wrap around him, pulling him in closer as he holds me in his strong hands, hovering me back over the pool table. His mouth circles my nipple, teasing it through my already wet shirt. I arch my back, enjoying the tiny vibrations of pleasure that his tongue washes over me.

“Mmm.” I let my eyelids flutter closed and get lost in the warmth of his mouth. He lowers me down to the table until I’m lying back flat on the green felt. The way he takes me in, a wildfire burns behind his blue eyes, giving him the slightly crazed and slightly dangerous appearance of a feral man. He seems like he’s trying to decide which dirty thing he wants to do to me first, like he’s battling it out in his mind. I realize I’m ready to surrender my entire body to him. That I’m ready to be owned by his pleasure.

“Why, you look good enough to eat.” He licks his lips and his broad hands quickly unbutton my pants, tugging my zipper down. I lift my hips as he yanks the denim along with my panties down over my ass, peeling them over my thighs until they hit my ankles. He growls at my shoes, clearly frustrated at the idea of trying to remove them. My pussy is completely exposed, glistening under the dim lights of the bar.

Ryan stares between my legs and a need so powerful it looks painful to deny it flashes over his face. Suddenly he jerks my ankles up, still confined by the fabric shackles of my jeans, and throws them over his head, locking them behind his neck and giving him an unobstructed view of my pussy.

“That’s better,” he growls, sliding his hands up the inside of my thighs and up under my ass. He lifts me easily from the table and leans between my legs until his mouth is billowing sticky heat over my shaved pussy. I clench my jaw and stiffen in his hands, waiting with anticipation for his lips to touch my sensitive nub.

“I can’t wait to drink your juices, Red. I bet you taste like Heaven.” His voice is dipped in velvet, just one more tease for my senses.

“Please,” I don’t mean to say it. I’m not one to beg, not for anything. But I can’t stand another second to pass. Each moment I’m denied his pleasure is painful. My mind is swirling with a million thoughts and all of them are ways he could fuck me. My body is on fire with aching need that the heat of his breath promises me.

Ryan licks a long, slow line over my slit and then licks his lips like he’s trying not to waste a single drop of my dew. I can see the blaze burn out of control in his eyes and his face disappears between my thighs as his tongue pries open my lips and plunges into my center. He drags it up slowly until he flickers the tip over my swollen clit.

“Oh fuck, Ryan. That’s so good,” I mewl, the words barely scratching free from my raspy throat.

“Mmm, baby, that’s nothing.” He smirks against my thigh and then holds my ass up in his hands, opening my pussy wide, and dives back between my lips, feverishly thrashing his tongue over my clit as I squirm in his palms.

With my legs locked behind his head and my ass in his hands, I’m completely in his control. His lips surround my sensitive nub, pushing my clit into his mouth more as he twirls his tongue over it in rolling, lazy loops. I cry out, the noises I’m reduced to begging him to make me cum. He’s got me so close, I can’t stand it.

Ryan’s thick fingers circle up around my ass cheeks, tugging them open wide.

“Fuck,” I whisper, edging my hips forward. I chase my bliss as I grind my pussy into his face. His tongue batters my clit quickly, flickering over me relentlessly until a driving ecstasy bears down inside me, making me grind my teeth and moan through a clenched jaw. I twist my fingers in his hair as my orgasm shreds through me, quaking through me and leaving me limp and shuddering with aftershocks of bliss in his hands.

He gently guides my ass back to the pool table, smiling up at me. He licks my dew from his lips and pulls my feet back up over his neck, standing up tall.

“Don’t stop now.” I’m surprised by how raw my voice is. “I need to feel you inside me, Ryan.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He smiles and quickly peels off his shirt, tossing it to the floor.

I pause for a moment, staring at his thick chest and chiseled abs. He looks like he stepped off the page of a fitness magazine. I just want to run my tongue over every defined ridge of his abs. I blink, remembering that my feet are still tangled up in my jeans. I manage to focus enough to kick off my shoes and finally free my pants from my legs.

I sit up on the table and peel my wet shirt off, letting it fall from my fingertips to the floor. I realize for the first time that the front door of the bar is still unlocked and we’re fucking around with all the lights on in here. A thrill of excitement trembles through me as Ryan grabs a foil packet from his wallet and tugs open his jeans.

He pushes them down far enough that his cock springs up, swaying slightly. I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips. He’s not only long, but he’s thick too. I’m not sure how much of that fat cock I can take. I bite my lip, wondering about something that hasn’t crossed my mind since I lost my virginity. I wonder if it’ll hurt.

Ryan rolls the condom over his throbbing shaft and lets his pants and underwear drop to the floor. He steps out of the fabric pooling around his ankles, kicking off his shoes with each step. “On all fours,” he demands, leaning forward. His hands circle my hips, flipping me on the table.

I feel so exposed with my bare ass hanging out in his face, on the pool table on all fours while he stands behind me. His eyes are on me, studying my curves. He climbs up on the table with me and pushes me down until my elbows are touching my knees. My ass is swaying before him. Ryan slides each of his legs outside mine and guides the tip of his thick cock to my entrance. Just the sensation of the head pressing against my wet slit is enough to make my pussy clench down with desire, already trying to squeeze him.

“You’ve got a beautiful ass.” Ryan smooths his hand over my bottom and I relax a little.

“Thank you,” I murmur and can’t help the way I grind back against him. I need his member to fill me. I can’t take another second of waiting.

“No, sweetheart, thank you.” He gives my cheek a stinging slap and thrusts his cock inside me deep and hard.

“Oh my God,” I cry out and wince at the sting of his thick shaft stretching my walls. I can’t believe how close it feels to my first time. That same pinching ache, that same feeling of my pussy barely having the room to fit him inside. The sensation quickly subsides as waves of pleasure build up inside me.

Ryan holds my back, keeping my ass up and head down for him as he fills me with his fat cock over and over. The bar fills with the clapping sounds of our bodies fucking. I grunt as his shaft slides in deeper with every thrust. His balls slap against my pussy, sending shockwaves back through me.

“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking tight. But you’re good and wet for me, aren’t you?” Ryan murmurs.

“I am,” I confess.

I jump slightly as Ryan’s thumb presses against my asshole. He sinks it inside my tight button as he fucks me harder than I’ve ever felt before. The sensations overwhelm me, making the waves grow out of control inside. The bliss crashes down over me and I yowl as another orgasm tears through my body.

Ryan’s thrusts grow jagged and heavy as his fingers dig into my flesh. “Oh fuck!” His seed fills the latex barrier between us, but there’s so much, it grows fuller with his cum. Ryan pants and doesn’t move a muscle, his cock buried deep inside me. He swallows hard, then pulls his thumb and cock free from my body, jumping off the pool table to dispose of the condom while I collapse against the green felt.

I know it only takes a second, but it seems longer while I wait for him to return. He slides back beside me and pulls me into his arms. Even though we’re both exposed, in the back of the bar on the table, it’s like we’re in a world of two.

“That was fucking incredible.” His fingertips trail over my shoulder and travel down my arm, exploring my skin the same way I wish I could explore the world. Free from worries or constraints, just enjoying each moment as it happens.

The lump forming in my throat surprises me. I didn’t realize how badly I was hoping to ride out of this town on the back of Ryan’s motorcycle. The realization that, as amazing as this was, it’s all about to be over, sinks in and leaves me hollow. I try to push the thought away, twisting my face into the valley between Ryan’s shoulder and his burly chest. He threads his fingers up into my messy bun and I breathe him in. It’s amazing how you can only just meet someone and connect to them.

“What are you thinking?” I try to get out of my own head by digging into his thoughts. I know he hasn’t passed out because he can’t seem to stop trailing his hands over my body, like he can’t get enough of me.

“Hmmm? Oh, uh, I guess I was thinking about this. About tonight.”

I can hear the smile on his lips. I smirk against his chest, like my problems in this town, like Wolfe and his bike club connections, are all a distant memory I once had. Like, somehow, these thick, ropy muscles wrapped around me can keep me safe from anything.

“Oh? What about it?” I tease him, pretending to be innocent.

“I was thinking how I won the game…”

“You sure did.” I laugh.

“Yeah, but I feel like I lost too.”

My heart sinks. Is this his way of telling me he regrets this? That he regrets me? I slide up on my forearm and my brows crinkle together, trying to read his expressionless face.

“What do you mean?” I’m not sure I want to know, but I can’t just let the swirling self-doubt rip away my happiness.

“Well, we said if you won you’d get to drive away with me tomorrow. But I won, so that’s not supposed to happen.” He meets my eyes, holding me prisoner in the intense blue. Staring into them reminds me of lazy summer days searching for shapes in clouds in the bright sunny sky. Just like those days, getting lost in his eyes is like I’m glimpsing into an alternate world, one where life is happier and full of simple pleasures.

“Right.” I slowly nod.

“Which makes me feel like I lost, in a way, I guess. ’Cause I’d like if you did come with me tomorrow.” He watches me closely and I try not to let my joy show. But I can’t help how my eyes grow wider and my muscles relax as my lips spread out into an almost painful smile.

“Really?” My voice is tight with hope. I’m clinging to a thread of it now, silently praying he means his words.

“Will you come with me?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely I will.” I grin and he laughs. His deep chuckle fills the room with a warmth this bar hasn’t known in years.

“Great.” He grins and I get lost in his boyish charm.

“How about we get out of here? We can go back to my place.” I sit up and he follows me.

“Oh, I don’t know.” He pulls me into him and kisses my neck. “I don’t think we’re finished here yet, Red. I don’t want to watch you cover all this up.” His hand slides down to the flare of my hip.

“Well, lucky for me, I don’t live very far at all.” I point to the hallway by the back of the bar with stairs that lead to my makeshift apartment. “Just upstairs.”

“Well, in that case, you won’t need these.” He hops off the table and plucks our clothes from the ground. “Lead the way.” He lifts me easily in his arms and gently places me on the floor.

I can’t help the silly smile on my face as I grasp his fingers and lead him to the stairs. I’m aware of how his gaze is burning into me as I walk up the stairs ahead of him, my full, bare ass swinging in his face. And I definitely can’t help the desperate moans that escape my throat as we walk inside my door and he drops our things on the floor and then walks me backward until my exposed flesh hits the cool wall and his kiss covers my lips.

With him, I can’t help the way my body reacts or my mind goes on autopilot, letting instinct take over. I can’t help it, and I don’t want to. I want to enjoy every single moment.