Page 129 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
“You said that already, Brooklyn,” he said, with a grin on his face and I could have been knocked over by a feather. When was the last time a man had this effect on me?
“It’s because I mean it,” I said and he poured himself some more. He was drinking like a fish and taking it like a pro. If he was drunk already, I couldn’t tell. His eyes were clear and his words weren’t slurring. What was this guy made of?
“Gunner,” he said and snapped me out of my fantasies about him.
“What?” I said and he smiled at me again.
“That’s my name. Gunner,” he said and held the glass to his thin lips. I watched him sip, the way the liquid travelled down his throat and my mouth parted. I pressed my legs together to stop the throbbing in my core. How did he have this effect on me? Why was I picturing him naked? I didn’t even know this guy!
“You can’t drink anymore,” I said with a snap and pulled the bottle away from him. Even though I had my back turned to him as I arranged the bottles, I could sense his gaze on me. When I turned my head to the side, I realized that he had been staring at my ass. A part of my body there was ample amount of. I hadn’t put on those tight jeans to purposely accentuate my curves, but I knew it was working in my favor now.
“Are you going to tell me what to do?” he said in a slow drawling voice and I turned to him again, my lips turning dry the more we looked at each other.
“When you’re in here, yes,” I said and that same seductive smile crept up on his face. I was imagining my body slamming into him. Picturing him lifting me up on his shoulders, how his muscles would clench when he did it.
“Fair enough,” he said and stood up from the stool, slapping dollars down on the counter. I felt a sudden harsh tug in my soul. He was going to leave. I wasn’t going to see him again. What did I want from him anyway?
“C’mon…didn’t you say you were closing up?” he said and I crossed my brows in confusion. Gunner smiled and walked towards the door of the empty bar.
“I’ll close up for you, and you can start clearing away,” I heard him say, while I remained stock-still. What was going on?
“These the keys?” he asked, picking up the keys that were hanging from a hook behind the door. I gulped and nodded my head, then heard the snap of the lock. He had locked us inside, just the two of us. Even though I should have been worried or suspicious, I couldn’t help my pulse from quickening, the back of my neck from burning hot with desire.
“I don’t usually do this sort of thing,” I said meekly, fully conscious of what was going to happen in the next few moments. Gunner grinned, taking steps in my direction.
“There’s a first time for everybody,” he said.
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My body quivered when he came near me. He had walked around the counter and was now inches away from me and I had gone too far to stop it now.
“Gunner…” I said his name like I knew him well, even though I didn’t know what else to say. He stopped for a second, gave me a chance to finish the sentence and when I didn’t, he came closer to me.
“You look like you want to forget, just like I do,” he growled, in a voice deep enough to send shivers down my spine. I had no idea what he was talking about, but as far as I was concerned; he had hit the nail on the head. I wanted to forget about losing my brother.
My lips parted of their own accord and he reached out and grabbed my jaws tightly. I winced and he yanked me closer to himself.
“Stop me if you want now, Brooklyn, because after this there’s no turning back,” he said, his face was set as hard as stone. I gulped but I didn’t stop him. I wanted to feel something, anything, and I was ready for him. I had been ready for him since he walked into the bar. As crazy as this was, it was actually happening.
“Good girl,” he said and he lowered his mouth to mine. Our lips met in a sizzle and he pushed his tongue into my mouth furiously, like he was angry about something and I tasted the whisky on his breath. Instinctively, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. As I accommodated his mouth, he pushed me, further and further till my ass pressed against the cold counter. He was leaning me over it, kissing me, exploring my mouth with his tongue.
I could feel the hard-on in his jeans. His cock was throbbing in his pants, digging into my thigh as he pressed his body into me. While our mouths remained stuck together, his hands had found my breasts.
I gasped when he squeezed, then pinched my pebbled nipples through the thin material of my t-shirt and lace bra. He must have been pleased with my reaction because he pinched my nipples again. I cried out in pleasurable pain and Gunner pulled his mouth away from me.
“Isn’t this what you want?” he asked and before I could even react, he had started rolling up my t-shirt. My bare skin puckered up in the cool air as he revealed my breasts. He looked at them, and in one swift movement, he unhooked my bra… my ample big breasts with sensitive erect nipples, yearning for his mouth. I wanted him to suck on them. I needed him to suck on them, but he was hell bent on teasing me.
I watched with my breath caught in my throat as he licked the tip of his forefinger. With his blue eyes sparkling, he touched my nipples, the smile on his face growing as I moaned. I could feel the wetness in my core, my throbbing aching clit in my jeans as I thrust my hips in his direction.
This was so crazy and so unbelievable that I wanted him to just take me. I wanted to come and I could feel myself dangling over the edge. Gunner squeezed my nipples and I gasped.
“Good girl,” he said it again and I could feel my knees shaking with desire. I wanted to see that cock. I wanted it inside me. He pulled me up in his arms again and set me on to the bar top as he took my lips into his mouth. This time, the kiss was even more hungry…if that was even possible, and my nipples brushed against his cold leather jacket and goosebumps erupted all over my skin.
When he pulled away, I was gasping for breath but he had lowered his face. I arched my back, offering my breasts to him and he took my left nipple into his mouth. I weaved my fingers through his velvety hair as he sucked. I was half on the bar, half in his arms, my feet barely touching the floor as he licked and nibbled and sucked. It was some relief, even though my core had started protesting again. I needed that cock inside me.
When his fingers dug into the skin of my belly, I shuddered.
“I have to make sure you’re ready for me,” he said with an evil grin, as his fingers travelled down my bare belly and disappeared into my tight jeans. I remained in his arms, my back arched farther over the counter as his forefinger found it way between my legs. He seemed to be an expert at this and he knew how to stroke my clit, how to rub the nib so that my body was soaring. He didn’t stop roughly stroking me, bringing me to the edge while I rotated my hips, thrust it towards him. My gaze was pleading…I was begging him to fuck me without actually saying the words.
Gunner smiled and released me. I was panting, my breasts heaving up and down as I supported myself on the counter with my hands. He stepped back, and started undressing. His jeans came off, then his jacket and t-shirt and he was finally down to his boxer briefs. I could see the mound where his cock was. He was definitely well endowed. Probably
a little too big and he must have seen my eyes widen, because he smiled again.
“Are you worried?” he asked and pulled them down. His cock hung engorged and throbbing between his legs now and I bit down on my lip. He was bigger than anyone I had before.
“No,” I said confidently and Gunner strode up to me again.
“Good,” he said and hooking his fingers on my jeans, he unbuttoned it with one hand and pulled my jeans down in an expert flourish. How many jeans had he taken off like this? I thought with an unexpected pang of jealousy. What was I jealous about? I was having a one night stand with a stranger in a locked up dark dive bar. What kind of sexual standards was I going to hold him up to?
My white lace panties followed next and now we were both naked, staring at each other.
Gunner pounced on me, flattening my body on the counter where I served my customers. He yanked me into position, just so that my legs dangled off the edge but my hips were at level with his.
He parted my legs and my cheeks flushed. He was looking directly in between my legs now and he held the insides of my thighs to keep my legs parted.
“So wet,” he grumbled under his breath as he pinched my fleshy thighs and in the next moment, his fingers had found my clit again. He was stroking, playing and rubbing till there was wetness dripping down the inside of my thighs. I was moaning, arching my back, with my eyes pressed closed and biting down on my lip.
Gunner was rough with me. He wasn’t interested in soft slow romantic sex. He was giving me what I had signed up for. Rough quick sex on the counter. His fingers slid up and down my clit, playing and teasing me till I was throbbing and enlarged and practically begging him with my moans.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that he wasn’t smiling anymore. He was looking at my body, closely studying me with firmly pressed lips. The tip of his forefinger gently parted the fleshy folds and I gasped as he slid a finger in. He looked up at me and our eyes met. Gunner had his jaws clenched as he slid his finger in and out of me.
