Page 109 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
I wanted to tell her something too. That I wanted to fuck her. That I wanted to know just how tight her pussy was. Kylie’s lips fell open and a glazed look came over her eyes. It was like she could hear everything I was thinking, and like she agreed with it all. She wanted exactly what I wanted.
Turning on my heels, I followed Marco out of the physical therapy room. I had managed to stop myself just in time from saying more than Kylie wanted to hear.
***
“What are you doing?” Marco asked me, when I joined him outside. He was wheeling himself without any help from me and he tried to keep pace with me as I hurried towards the doors of the building. I felt like I was about to burst. It had taken every ounce of strength I had to not grab Kylie and kiss her.
“What are you talking about, man?” I asked him, without looking at him and ran a hand through my hair in frustration.
“You look like you’re going to get blue balls if you don’t do something about this shit storm you’ve created for yourself,” Marco was zooming himself with me and we both burst out through the doors of the VA. I needed the fresh air and I gulped in a lung full. Blue Balls? I had never known what that felt like before, but clearly Marco did.
“I’m driving you to your fucking group meeting thing, whatever it is,” I snapped at him in frustration and immediately regretted my tone. Marco clearly had bigger problems in his life than I did. All I was going through was a desperate need to fuck a woman I couldn’t have.
Marco however, seemed unaffected by my tone of voice. He followed me to the car and I popped open the back door to help him in. When he sat down on the seat and just when I was about to shut the door, he stopped me.
“Just drop me there and get back here, Hunter,” he said, with a look of complete seriousness on his face.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked him, in a quieter voice now.
“You know exactly what I’m saying, Hunter. The two of you would have ripped each other’s clothes apart if I wasn’t in that room,” Marco said with a smirk now and I ran a hand through my hair again.
“She’s your therapist,” I told him, gripping the car door tightly with my hand.
“Does that matter?”
“She’s supposed to help you get better. I don’t want to screw this up for you,” I told him, glaring at Marco in the eye. He let out a small laugh and then shrugged his shoulders.
“You are both adults. I’m pretty sure the two of you can handle a quickie without letting me meddle in it,” Marco said, the laugh still lingering in his voice. I shut the door on him and got into the driver’s seat.
As I started the car, I could see Marco staring at me, the grin still on his face as he watched me.
“Just get back there, Hunter. She wants you. All she could do was keep herself from looking at you the whole time. Maybe she’ll work better once she’s been laid,” Marco said with another laugh, and I wanted to snap at him again, threaten him to not speak of Kylie that way, but I remained silent.
What I was feeling for Kylie wasn’t something I wanted to discuss with Marco or anyone else. I was at war with myself over it. My need for Kylie was reaching a level of obsession and I knew Marco was right. I had to have her for this to be over. Even just a quick fuck would do, I just needed to feel her body. But if she didn’t want it…
I drove Marco towards the address he had given me for the group therapy. I could sense him looking at me through the rearview mirror but I tried to avoid meeting his eyes. If he had seen it, Kylie would have seen it too. She would know exactly how much I wanted her. And yet, she had done or said nothing to indicate that she wanted the same thing. I was trying to convince myself that Marco was wrong about what she wanted.
At the address, I parked the car outside the community center and then helped him get out of the car.
“I’ll take it from here,” he said to me knowingly and without another word, I got back in my car and drove. I was breaking every rule of the road. Fuck speed limits. My cock was the one doing the driving.
***
I could hear my shoes crunching on the floor as I walked down the spotlessly clean hallways of the VA. The door creaked when I pushed it open and I saw Kylie sitting at her desk in the physical therapy room. She looked up at me with her gorgeous green eyes, and for some reason she didn’t look surprised when she saw me. It was like she was expecting me there or was hoping I would come back.
I didn’t say a word to her when I stepped in. With my eyes still on her, I twisted the key in the lock and walked towards her.
“Do you have any more appointments today?” I asked her, in a low deep voice and she only shook her head in response.
I walked around the table, and stood over her, staring straight into her eyes till she finally parted her lips to speak. But she said nothing, only licked her lips till the glossy moisture on them made them shiny.
I lunged at her with my full force and our lips met with a sizzle. I grabbed her jaw with a hand, kissing her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and she moaned lightly. I was towering over her, kissing her wildly and her chair creaked with my weight, arching backwards as I kept her body in position.
Kylie was kissing me back, tipping her head sideways so I could get full access to her mouth. No woman before her had tasted this sweet and my tongue plunged into her mouth. She was moaning still, her eyelids fluttering as she kissed me back and her hands travelled up and down my arms.
Scooping her by her waist, I lifted her up from her chair and it crashed backwards to the floor. Gently, and pulling my lips away from her mouth, I placed her on her desk and stepped away from her. Her eyelids were heavy and her pupils were glazed. She was breathing heavily as she sat there, slightly in shock and with her freckled cheeks flushed.
“I’m going to rip your clothes,” I told her in a deep grumbling voice and I thought she would object. Instead, she thrust her breasts out towards me, inviting me to do what I had just threatened her with. I had to force my hands to stop shaking as I reached for the V neck collar of her scrub-shirt. I clutched it then ripped, the cloth came apart easily and I pulled it down till it fell away. She was in a thin blue cotton shirt. Her breasts were as large as I imagined them, nearly popping open the buttons on her shirt. I grabbed the collar and started pulling it apart too.
Kylie gasped when her body was revealed to me. She was in a sexy white lace bra, through which I could see the pale pink outlines of her nipples, they were standing up erect now. Our eyes met and I noticed how her lips wer
e hanging open again, she was in a sort of daze, just like I was.
“I want to see you naked,” I mumbled under my breath and then she reached for the clasps on her back. I watched in absolute awe as her bra came away and fell down to her waist. Her deliciously full breasts bounced into view, her thick nipples were achingly erect and yearning for my mouth. She was sitting on the desk, her legs dangling off the edge and she had pressed her thighs together.
I stepped towards her, placing my hands on her thighs. Her body shuddered from my touch and I pushed her legs apart. Now I could wedge myself between her thighs and I pressed my throbbing erect cock to her warm pussy. I could feel the wetness spreading, through my jeans, through her pants.
Kylie arched her back away from me, tipping her head back so that her tight blond curls fell down like a gorgeous golden waterfall behind her. Her breasts were presented upwards now to me and I had no choice but to reach for them.
I held her by her bare waist with one hand, pulling her closer to me. And my other hand reached for her right breast, cupping it, squeezing it and directing her nipple to my mouth. When I started sucking on it, she moaned again. She shuddered. She tasted almost fruity as I sucked, toying with her nipple with my tongue. Sucking, nibbling, lapping at her skin like a hungry dog. I wanted to taste every inch of her body and her breasts were a good place to start.
Kylie wriggled with pleasure in my arms. Her hands reached for my head and she weaved her fingers through my hair, holding me in position while I remained latched on to her breast.
“Oh, my God…” she breathed in a hoarse whisper as I continued to suck, slowly and tenderly. I had never wanted to take this much time to taste a woman before. Even though I knew we didn’t have much time, I was in no rush.
