Page 49 of Sweet Revenge for the Bikers

Riptide’s rough hand slides in under my shirt, caressing up my spine until it’s between my shoulder blades, holding me against him while I learn the contours of his mouth.

I shift my hips in his lap, feeling his cock grow harder and thicker underneath me. I run my fingers into his hair, and chase his soft lips, sliding my tongue between them, only to find his coming the other way. His short beard tickles my face, but it’s soft and feels nice. I love his broadness against me, his powerful body so much bigger than mine. He might be a monster, but he’s my monster.

He unclips my bra, letting it go slack inside my shirt, then explores around my side and up my front. He cups me, his big hand almost fully covering my breast. His other hand slides down my back until he can grip my ass. How far can we go here in the open? I’m not sure, and it worries me a little that I don’t have a clear idea of how much is too much.

When we finally separate from the kiss, he smirks. “We must be rubbing off on you, wildcat. You’re getting pretty daring. No one’s standing guard this time. You sure you wanna risk it?”

“Is that a dare?” This is definitely crazy, right? And absolutely asking for trouble. On the other hand, if someone does spot us, what are they going to do? Especially with Riptide here. I don’t know how much time I’ll get with my guys, so I need to use what I have.

I silence the voice in my head that says to be careful, and sit up a little, making sure I have his attention. Then I pull my T-shirt up over my head and drop it on the bench next to us, along with my bra.

“Holy shit,” Riptide whispers. “I think I like this side of you.” It’s his turn to take a quick look around before he uses his grip on my ass to pull me up so he can capture a nipple in his mouth.

God, I can’t believe I’m doing this. Anyone could come by and find us. What if someone wants to fish off the side of the bridge? Or feed the ducks? But with Riptide running his hands all over, it makes me want to just risk it. Forget about biker drama and deadbeat dads for a while.

I bend down to whisper into his ear, “We need to be quick.”

He laughs softly, then nudges me up. I swing off him while he works his jeans open and pulls them down far enough to expose his cock. Sitting next to him on the bench, I lean over and put a little kiss on the tip while I wrap my fingers around it. He lets out a soft moan and twitches against my palm.

It’s so hard, and yet soft at the same time. I trace the veins pumping hot blood through him, feeling the life of it against my tongue as I swipe lazy circles around the crown. Slow strokes and kisses, worshiping him while he groans over me.

Riptide runs his hand over my exposed back, tracing my spine and shoulder blades while he uses the other one to push my hair aside, so he has a front-row seat to me sucking him off. Every time I glance up, I’m met by his deep, lust-darkened blue eyes.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He looks around, but not nervously. Just making sure we’re in the clear. “I don’t want anyone to see you, not like this. I like that you’re all mine right now.”

My response is to finally envelop the whole head in my mouth and push down as far as I can manage. When he bumps against the back, I cough and pull back a little, shifting my hand to mark the spot, and then I tighten my lips and start bobbing on it.

“Shit, that’s good. Is this okay?” His hand is on the back of my neck, twisting my hair gently in his fingers, mindful of where I was hurt, but still guiding me and getting a good view of me sliding as much of his thick length into me as I can.

I nod before trying to swallow him down my throat. I’ve never done it before, but I know the theory. And just for a moment, he’s in there, the tip of him at least before I have to pull back. I try again, and again, his appreciative groans egging me on. My gag reflex keeps me from getting much farther, but I do my best.

Suddenly, he pulls my head back. “Baby, keep doing that and I’m gonna fucking lose it, and if I’m gonna do that, I want it to be deep in your pussy.”

I smile up at him, still breathing heavily and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’d love that, but we don’t⁠—”

“Of course we do. Check my left jeans pocket.” He grins.

I dig into his pants and come back up with a little brightly colored foil packet. “Always prepared, huh?”

“Never been a scout, but seems like a good rule if you ask me.”

I tear the foil and place the rubber ring on the tip of him. It’s a testament to the wonder of latex that it manages to stretch to fit as I pull it down as far as it goes. One day I’d love to feel him skin on skin, but I’m not going to make that decision when I’m half-naked and so horny I can’t trust myself.

“Up,” he orders, and I stand, letting him unbutton my jeans and give them a quick tug down onto my thighs. “Turn around.”

There still doesn’t seem to be anyone who can see us, but standing there so exposed to anyone who might come by sends a shiver of excitement through me. “What are you planning?”

He pulls me backward into his lap, so my back is pressed into his chest and my bare ass rests on his hard cock. I wiggle against it, but with my jeans still around my legs, I can’t spread for him.

“Easy.” He hooks his arm under my knees and pulls them toward him, folding me almost in half, and rolling me up just enough to press his cock in between my thighs, sort of like Rebel did on the couch in the common room, only Riptide finds my pussy instead. And then he slides into me and it’s a good thing that I’m so turned on, because this way he feels twice as thick.

Jesus.

It’s a struggle to stay quiet. No one seems to be close enough, but I shouldn’t tempt fate. He just makes it so difficult.

“You okay?” The way he holds me lets him murmur it right into my ear.

“Yeah, just… God, you feel huge at this angle.”