Letting Her Lead (Ghost Riders MC Book 3) Page 5

  “Lucias,” she gasps as my mouth opens wide and tries to suck her into my mouth, lace and all.

  I don’t want anything between us, but I’m too out of control to stop and think. I’ve got to have her however I can get her, so I just keep sucking and licking, ignoring the panties getting in the way.

  Izzy’s moans fill my ears, and they set the pace for my mouth. Suddenly, I feel her fingers against my cheek, and then they’re pulling the lace to the side for me so that I can have all of her.

  I look down at her pretty, glistening cunt and just stare at it. The little sprinkling of hair, the full lips begging to be sucked, and the hard pearl wet with need.

  “Fuck, Elizabeth. Look at that tight little thing. Goddamn, it’s pretty.”

  Her fingers tangle in my hair, and her hips rise to my mouth. She’s offering herself to me, and I’m the selfish bastard who’s going to take it.

  “Say it again.”

  I smile and press my lips to her lower ones. “Say what, baby? How tight and pretty you are?”

  She moans and lifts her hips again, willing my mouth to move on her. “My name. Call me by my real name.”

  “Anything you want, Elizabeth. Any time, any place, you just say the word and it’s yours.”

  I open my mouth over her cunt and give her long licks. Her sweetness hits my tongue, and I close my eyes, moaning at the flavor. She smells like cinnamon and tastes like maple syrup. I drink her down and fall deeper into her trap with every drop. If she’s the spider, then I will gladly lie down in her web and let her have me. If this is the way I die, then I will go with a smile on my face.

  “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness. I’m going to break in half.”

  Her words are becoming panicked, and I reach up, grabbing her hips so she can’t pull away from me.

  “Mine,” I growl into her pussy and go back to eating her.

  I feel her legs tighten on either side of my face, but I don’t stop. She’s close to cumming, and I’ll be damned if she’s going to take my treat from me right when she’s about to go off. I want every drop of her orgasm, and I want it now.

  “I’m cumming!” she shouts, and then my name echoes through the room.

  Gripping her thick thighs, I hold her steady as her pussy pulses on my face, and I drink down all she’s giving me. Her sticky, sugary cum lands on my tongue, and I feel like a god. I’ve made her body do this. I loved her exactly how she needed and she took pleasure from it. The power is heady, and my dick aches from the act. I’ve gone past need, and now I just hurt. If I don’t get inside her cunt, my dick may just fall off and die.

  Kissing my way up her body, I toss off my clothes as I go. When I get to her tits, I reach behind her back and unhook her bra, freeing them from the restraint. Her large breasts spill free, and my mouth reflexively goes to one hard nipple. I suck the cool, hard pebble into my mouth and nibble on her there. When she lets out a moan, I move to the next, pulling the same reaction from her then, too.

  By the time I get up to her neck and mouth, she’s panting again, and she pulls me down for a deep kiss. I can still taste her sweet pussy on my tongue as hers sweeps in. The smell of her on my stubble and the feel of her soft body under me are enough to drive me insane.

  “I need you,” I say between kisses and move between her legs.

  When my cock bumps against her opening, she doesn’t pull back. Instead she slides against me, as if seeking my cock.

  “I need you, too, Lucias.”

  The little whine in my name does me in, and I’m pushing into her tight opening. There’s a moment where I feel her stiffen under me as a barrier stops my entry. Looking down at her, my eyes widen, and she bites her lip.

  I don’t want to call her out or embarrass her, so I put my face in her neck and her arms go around my back. She pulls me to her and tightens her legs around my ass, trying to get me to go inside of her. I know what she wants, and I’m trying to wrap my mind around the fact that she’s a virgin.

  “Elizabeth,” I whisper as I thrust into her, breaking her untouched cunt.

  We both hold still as she catches her breath, and I try not to cum instantly. Her tight channel is squeezing the life out of me, and I’m concentrating on not hurting her and not cumming at the same time. It’s quite possibly the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but causing her pain is the last thing I would ever want.

  After a moment, her fingers start to move against my back in gentle strokes. I kiss her neck and whisper how beautiful she is and how good she feels. I want to tell her thank you. Thank you for saving yourself for me and for letting me be the first. And thank you for letting me inside your body now and every time for the rest of our lives. That may be going a bit far after just thrusting home for the first time, so I keep that last part to myself. Instead I just keep saying how fucking gorgeous she is and how perfect her body is with mine.

  “Okay. Go slow.”

  Looking into her eyes, I brush the hair out of her face and move just a little. She hisses at first, but after a few shallow strokes, she adjusts. My size is above average, and she’s having a hard time taking me. But she’s willing herself through it because I think we both want this to happen.

  “Real slow, baby. Whatever you want, Elizabeth.” She smiles when I call her that name, and I vow to do it all the time if it means she gives me that.

  We take our time and build slowly to our peaks. We have all day and all night together, so there is no need to rush. Now that I’m inside of her, I don’t ever want to pull out. So when she begs me to cum, I hesitate, not wanting it to end.

  When I finally do as she asks and rub her clit just how she wants, she cums on my cock, triggering my own orgasm, and I can’t bring myself to pull out. I know she’s a virgin and she’s probably not on anything, but I don’t care. I leave my thickness inside of her while I shoot my load, knowing what the consequences could be.

  She could be mine forever, I think to myself. The thought makes me smile, and I take her lips, needing her all over again.

  13

  Izzy

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “Umm.” I stare up at the very large older man standing in the doorway of the Ghost Riders’ clubhouse. He looks to be in his mid-forties from the gray showing at his temples. He’s got a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and he’s wearing sunglasses that block my view of his eyes, even though it’s night out. I can tell by the cut he’s wearing that he’s a member of the club. I don’t recognize him from anyone that I’d met the one and only time I’d been here over a month ago.

  “No sweetbutts allowed, only property. You looking for action, you need to take your cute little ass to the bar down the road. Some of the boys are already down there looking for some.” I cringe at his crude words. Lucias says crude stuff a lot, but it’s always laced with sweet words like, “Baby, spread those legs because I’m not done with you until you coat my cock with at least two orgasms and I finish deep inside that pussy of mine.”

  “I don’t know what a sweetbutt is.” It takes everything in me to not turn my head and look at my ass. Lucias likes my butt. Not sure he’s ever called it sweet. Wait, he did tell me to get my sweet ass in bed the other night.

  “You sure don’t look like one.” I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing from his tone. This time, I do look. I’m wearing chucks with black leggings and a bright pink T-shirt that reads “I would make a Zelda pun but don’t wanna tri and force it.” I have my hair up in a messy bun, no make-up, and my glasses are perched on my nose. This was kind of a last minute idea when Lucias said he had some stuff to take care of, then he’d be heading back here to grab some stuff from his room, then he’d come to my place. I thought I could sneak in and be in his bed. Naked. I wasn’t worried about what I was wearing because he likes me naked, with messy hair and my glasses.

  The man shifts to the side a little, and I get a glance inside. I see a few people playing pool. It looks like a little party going on.

  “
Is Lucias here?” I go to look around him, but he just steps in my way, making sure his whole body blocks me from seeing anything.

  “Probably at the bar down the road looking for some ass. Why don’t you go down there and check?” He points in the direction of the bar.

  His words hit me hard, and I take a step back as if they physically hit me. No. Lucias wouldn’t do that.

  “You’re lying.” I take back the step I just retreated and square my shoulders.

  “You’re right, I am. Just thought it would get you gone faster.”

  “I’m here to see Lucias. I’ll wait in his office or his room.” I take another step towards the man, hoping he’ll just step out of my way, but he only tilts his head a little, raising his eyebrows like he’s saying yeah, sure.

  “Pres already has a piece of ass for the night, but if you’re really looking that bad to get some, I’ll take you down the road myself.”

  This time he takes a step towards me, and I go to back up, tripping over my own feet and falling on my ass, dropping my bag in the process. The gravel digs into my butt through the thin yoga pants, and the sharp pain makes me yelp out.

  The man goes to help me up, and I try to bat his hands away, but he does it anyway, easily putting me back on my feet in one quick motion.

  His eyes go to my chest, then he releases his hold and takes about three steps back, like he’s suddenly realized I have a disease he might catch.

  “Izzy.” He says my name like he can’t believe it’s me. “Fucking shit. Why didn’t you show me the tags when you first showed up?”

  I look down at the dog tags Lucias put on me after the first time we made love. He told me to never take them off, and I’d been wearing them under my shirt as habit. They must have fallen out when I fell. No one was supposed to know we were together. He’d said to keep a low profile.

  He thought it was best after I had to go fill out a missing person’s report on my brother. I had to make it seem like he was really missing. I guess he was, but not like the cops were starting to think. Lucias has been sneaking into my house every night to be with me, but last night he’d said this shit is done. No more sneaking around.

  That’s why I thought it would be okay to show up, and I really needed to talk to him.

  I lift the tags up and shrug. “Lucias gave them to me,” I explain, not getting what the big deal is.

  “Yeah. Means you’re property.”

  “Property of what?” I let the tags go, and they fall back to my chest. Then I reach down and grab my bag, wiping at the gravel dust.

  “Of the Ghost Riders.”

  “Okay.” I’m not really sure what to say to that, and I’m kind of over this. First he tries to tell me Lucias is down the road possibly hooking up with a women, then he tells me that he’s inside with one. I feel my throat contract, the sting of tears burning my nose.

  Is that what’s going on inside? Some party and he just didn’t want me to come? He didn’t invite you here, a little voice says in the back of my mind. He had stuff to handle, he said, then he’d be over late. I don’t want to believe it, but it still burns just thinking it.

  I turn, heading back towards my car. I’m not going to fight to get into Lucias’ place.

  “Hey, you can come in,” the man calls from behind me. Then I hear another mumbled “fuck!” from him.

  I feel a tear slip free, and I wipe it from my face quickly. I can hear the man coming towards me, the gravel crunching under his heavy boots, and I only start walking faster, not wanting to face him. I just want out of here. Then I hear the roar of a motorcycle and see a light coming up the long drive.

  Lucias pulls up behind my car, blocking me in. Taking off his helmet, he kicks down the stand on his motorcycle and swings himself off, coming right towards me with worry on his face. I feel a tug of relief that he wasn’t inside. That he’d been out handling something like he’d said.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?” I can hear the concern in his voice. His hand comes to my chin, making me look up at him. “Something happen? I thought I was meeting you at your house.” He looks around, his gaze going over my shoulder.

  “What happened? Why was she leaving?” Lucias growls at the man I’m guessing is still standing behind me.

  “Pres, I didn’t know she was yours until she was already trying to high-tail it out of here,” the man tries to explain.

  “Why the fuck does she look like she’s been crying?” Lucias goes to step around me, but I grab his arm to stop him.

  “Fuck, I just thought she was a random sweetbutt, and I might have implied some shit.”

  “Inside!” he barks at the man. Then he looks back down at me “What did he say?”

  “It’s nothing. Let’s just forget it. I wanna go back to my place.”

  “I don’t like that shit.”

  “It’s fine, really. I’m sure he didn’t mean what he implied or whatever he said. I didn’t even understand half of it.”

  “That’s not what I meant. I don’t like you saying you got your own place, like our places aren’t together, but we’ll get back to that in a minute. Tell me what he said so I can straighten it out.”

  I don’t know why I don’t want to tell him. Okay, maybe it’s because I don’t want to seem insecure. Lucias is like a freaking sex god. I don’t even want to think about the kind of women that come on to him.

  “No secrets, Izzy. I told you that shit already.” He had. Just a few nights ago when he came home looking like his fists had been in a fight. Knuckles all red and torn. I knew. When I started cleaning him up, he told me if I asked he’d tell me.

  It was on the tip of my tongue to do it. I just shook my head. I could tell he didn’t want to, that he didn’t want that touching me. When I’d shook my head, he kissed me and said if there was something I ever wanted to know, all I had to do was ask and he’d tell me. That he’d never keep secrets from me and he expected the same. And now he was asking.

  “Just that you might be with someone already,” I shuffle on my feel a little before I finish, “you know, inside or whatever.”

  Lucias lets out a breath. “No, baby, he said that shit to probably get you gone, not knowing who you were. Everyone knows I claimed someone.”

  “You have women just showing up trying to see you or something?” I push, unable to help myself.

  “No, I can’t say we have women banging on the doors to get in here. It’s a hard rule. I don’t let that shit fly. Only people allowed in this building are members and property.”

  There goes that word again.

  “Do you not want me here?” I ask. I know we just gave ourselves the clear to be out in public together, but he hasn’t asked me to come here, even tonight when he could have.

  Now he starts to look like he doesn’t want to answer the question. I take a step back. I was worried about this. I don’t really fit in with a biker gang or whatever they are. Lucias doesn’t talk much about them and I hadn’t done a lot of asking.

  He reaches out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back to him.

  “Fuck, it’s not what you think.” He runs his other hand through his hair like he’s trying to find the words. “I didn’t want to share you yet, and I wanted you to get to know me before you got to know the president of the Ghost Riders. Hell, you saw a lot that first night you were here and I was fucking shocked you let me in, but I didn’t want to push it. I’ve been working on making you fall in love with me before you saw the rest.”

  He leans down a little, bringing his face to mine. “You play by all the rules and are way too fucking good for me, but I’m selfish and I want you, and I’ve been trying to make sure you can never slip free. No matter what you see.”

  I close the distance between us, molding my lips to his. Lucias instantly kisses me back, taking control of the kiss like he always does, pushing his way into my mouth. I don’t know how long we’re like that before I hear someone catcalling.

  Lucias growls, pulling his mouth from mine. I tu
rn to see Cas standing in the doorway of the building.

  “Don’t worry. I smacked Bulldog on the back of the head for giving your old lady a hard time,” she says. Lucias just shakes his head. “Izzy, do me a favor and don’t bring up the whole shooting me thing. I finally just got Vincent out of my ass. Literally. Let’s let sleeping dogs lie.”

  I just nod. I haven’t seen her since that night, and she seems really okay with the fact that I shot her. She turns and goes back inside.

  “Alright, let’s do this.” Lucias takes my bag from my shoulder and puts it over his, then takes my hand, pulling me towards the door.

  I stop, yanking on his hand.

  “I love you,” I tell him, because I want him to know that. No matter what I see on the other side of that door, nothing will change that. If all the things he’s been telling me about how he feels about me and what I mean to him are true, then that’s all I care about.

  He turns to look down at me, then drags my body to his once again. His hard-on digs into me.

  “You did not just fucking tell me that before I have to walk in here with a group of my brothers and introduce you,” he growls, making me smile. Lucias has been telling me he loves me from the beginning, but he told me not to tell him until I knew for sure. I’d known, but I could tell it was important to him. He wanted to hear me say it when I really knew him, because he wouldn’t ever let me go once I said it. But I think that was a lie. He wasn’t letting me go long before that. Months before, even.

  I stand on my tip toes, giving him a quick kiss on the mouth, making him growl again.

  “Let’s do this so you can take me back to your room and you can hold me captive again,” I say with confidence, wondering why I even doubted this man moments ago. It doesn’t matter if I fit in. I fit with Lucias, and that’s all that matters.