The Lone Wolf (5)

Cracker’s POV

When the soft purrs of a real motorcycle reached my ear, I felt butterflies in my stomach, and I realized that I hadn’t been this excited about a date since--- ever! I didn’t date much back then, as I was always too busy working on my STAS, and when I got into college, I was the youngest in our class. I worked day and night, and sometimes, if I wasn’t for Grace, I don’t think I’d have a social life!

I’d slept with and dated a couple of coworkers, but it never really panned out. Not until William. That’s when I started to feel like it could be a happily-ever-after! And I started dreaming about kids and a white picket fence…

That crashed and burned when I found out that he was cheating on his wife!

But that desire hadn’t gone away. I’d always been the one taking care of everyone around me, watching over my brother and whatnot, so when he moved, I took some time to just take care of myself. Now, I wanted the next thing: to take the next step. Become a mom for my own children and settle down with someone I could grow old with…

Now, I’m not saying that Steel was THE one! But he definitely had the potential to become THE one…

The doorbell rang, and on my way to open it, I quickly gave myself a once-over in the full-length mirror. It was an innocent green dress that enhanced my slim waist and made my hair look like fire. Unlike most redheads, I like my hair color and the way it always seemed to be a wild mane atop of my head. It fit my personality: untamable! And tonight was no exception. My wild curls hung loosely over my shoulder and framed my round face, making me appear younger than I actually was. But a little touch of makeup and I looked to be my actual age of 31.

I opened the door--- and my heart skipped a beat, seeing the big biker at my door. He was sporting a white T-shirt under his black leather cut, showing off his patch with STEEL stitched across it. The name still sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, and seeing him in his biker boots and black jeans---

Someone, fan me!

“Fuck you look hot,” Steel suddenly rasped, his eyes hungrily roaming my body and I could have sworn they darkened with desire. Catching himself, he cleared his throat and forced his eyes back to mine. “I’m not making a very good impression.”

“Depends,” I said, drawling out the word, and let my eyes roam his body, pleased when I noticed that he was already ramrod hard. “Are you taking him out or is he staying in tonight?”

I wasn’t shy about wanting him, and in a way, I think he appreciated that. He gulped audibly, and his tongue came out, wetting his lips.

“Keep talking like that,” he said, and I loved how his voice dropped an octave. “And we won’t make it to dinner.”

Ok, I’m a slut! Because if he didn’t undress me and fuck me right this instant, I was going to come just by looking at him!

“You up for ordering pizza?” I asked, suddenly in no mood to leave the house. And lucky me, there was almost a relieved look in his eyes, as he stepped forward and wrapped me up in his arms. His lips crashed to mine and---

And HELL!

I’d more or less prepared myself for disappointment! You know, reality didn’t always live up to the fantasy. But the way Steel kissed wasn’t the way ordinary men kiss. No, he gave me a taste of what he would do later. What he did to my mouth was just a preview of what he was capable of. Because he didn’t just kiss me! He devoured me! He claimed and marked every single inch of me – inside and out – showing the world to whom I belonged!

I heard the door click shut behind me, and a second later, I had said door pressed against my back. Steel was so big, I was practically hidden behind his big frame. His big hands moved up my body, and in a smooth motion, he pushed the straps off my shoulders. His thick, hard erection pushed into my stomach, and I shuddered, knowing it was going to be a tight fit getting all of that into me…

“Fuck,” he murmured, as his lips trailed over the skin that was now free for him to roam. My back arched as he nibbled and sucked on every erogenous zone I had, making my sex throb before he’d even put his hands down there.

“Steel,” I moaned, fisting my fingers into his hair. It was a military-style cut, but long enough on the top that I could run my hands through it, pulling it to get him where I wanted. And damn, I wanted him to kiss me! To forget foreplay and just get to it already! I was horny and wet enough, I didn’t need---

I gasped, my thoughts cutting off as he pulled the dress down more, exposing my breasts. Anticipating this, I’d put on a black lace bra, and, judging by the appreciative growl from Steel, I’d say he liked what he saw. With his big hands, he pushed them out of their confinements, and when he flicked his thumb across my nipple, my back arched, and my body ached for more.

He got to his knees and just like that, he was the perfect height, face-level with my naked breasts. Groaning, he took one into his mouth, sucking and teasing it, while using his other hand to play with the other nipple. But was he done? Oh no! His free hand reached under my dress and caressed my bare thigh. Expertly he removed the fabric that covered my throbbing sex and slit his fingers between my slick and wet folds. One finger traced my entrance while his thumb found my clit and started drawing circles around it.

“Oh---fuck! Steel!” I moaned, already so close to coming, I was right at the edge. My legs shook with desire and I gasped, when his thick digit slit into me, massaging my G-spot in a tender and teasing manner. A sure way to make any woman come…

“Steel,” I cried out. “I’m going to come!”

“Hmm,” he murmured and--- bastard, moved faster inside of me. “Come on me, babe!”

And holy mother fucker!

That’s exactly what I did!

The orgasm barreled through me like a freight train, making every cell in my body explode in ecstasy. I tried to catch my breath, but it only came out as shallow, erotic pants. I looked down, seeing Steel watch me with the most delicious look of satisfaction on his face. He stood, and---

I sucked in a breath, as his juiced-clad thumb came up to my mouth, tracing my lower lips. Feeling drunk on the orgasmic afterglow, I took it into my mouth, watching for his reaction, as I swirled my tongue around the digit and sucked it into my mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, pulling out of me and crashing his lips onto mine again. I wrapped myself around him, letting him carry me to the sofa that he dwarfed. Sitting down, I felt his length press against my already wet and quivering folds, and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against him.

“Do that again!” he ordered between kisses, gripping my waist and pushing me down harder, making the friction painfully delicious. I did it once, twice, and by the third time, my body was humming for another go.

“I need you inside me,” I panted, breathless from the way his mouth had been fucking mine. “Do you have a condom?”

“Always,” he smirked, and without even looking, he fished a condom out of his pocket. I grinned right back. A lady could always appreciate a guy with useful skills…