Page 54 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
I reached his door and after one ring, Harrison answered wearing a white t-shirt. His muscles distracted me from his smile and it wasn’t until he spoke that I was redirected to his lips.
“Welcome,” he said as he opened the door.
“You’ve got a nice place, Harrison.”
“What did you expect?”
“Not this. You didn’t come off like as a guy who would live in this kind of place. This is roomy and fancy. Do you have a family somewhere that I should know about?”
He laughed. “Nah, it is just me. I guess I just like my space, you know? I like to have options.”
“Oh? Options, huh? Is that what this is about? Am I an option?” I teased.
He paused. “No, I wouldn’t say that. I wouldn’t say that at all.”
He sat down on the couch. The flat screen television mounted on the wall danced in high definition on ESPN. The size of his place made me wonder what exactly his government job really meant. What if he is into something illegal like my family?
“You wouldn’t happen to be Italian, would you?”
He smiled. “No. German ancestry.”
Damn it. “Ok, I was just wondering.” He flipped through the channels on the television as I looked throughout his front room. He didn’t have any pictures of his family or anything and that made me wonder. Most people would at least have one or two pictures of their loved ones around, but the fact that his home was so bare made me curious. It looked as though he had just moved in.
“So, how long have you been living here?”
“About a month now. I haven’t really gotten settled in yet.” The television briefly provided background noise between us. “So, where do your parents live? Is it in the city?”
There he went, asking about my parents again. A slight knot formed in my stomach, and I started to get a little defensive. “This whole week you have been asking about my parents and my brothers. Why do you want to know so much about my family?”
“I am just curious about your foundation. That’s all. I want to know as much about you as I can and it seems like the best way to do that is to know your history. Know where you came from.”
I felt the knot slowly dissipate. “Or, you can just hang around me a little longer and get to know me for yourself. I think that is a better way.”
“Oh, you do?” He smiled. “Yeah, I think so, too. I figured that I would just come after you at every angle and speed up the process.”
“Oh, I see.” I stood up, “so, are you going to show me the rest of your place?”
He smirked. “There isn’t much to see, but sure.”
He gave me a tour of his three-bedroom apartment. All the rooms had the essentials in them. A bed, a dresser and a nightstand, but not much else. It literally seemed as though he just moved into this place last week, except there weren’t piles of boxes everywhere. When we got to the main bedroom, I instantly fell in love with the balcony that overlooked the courtyard. The moonlight reflected off the man-made pond fifty yards from the back patio. “Wow. This is just… this is beautiful. I love it here, but I couldn’t live in this place alone.” I faced him. “I’d be way too scared. You aren’t afraid to live here alone?”
“No. I can handle myself. I don’t get scared easily.”
I stepped away from the window, and I could feel his eyes on me as I moved. I loved it when he watched me like that. I bit my lip and slowly started to unbutton my shirt and I walked towards his bathroom. As I reached the door to the entrance, I pulled my shirt off, and dropped it on the floor. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, and I immediately felt his hand on my waist. His hand slowly moved up to my breast and I reached down and undid my pants. I stepped forward and pulled them down. I pulled down my panties and turned to face him. He was already taking off his boxers and I bit my lip at the site of his unbelievable body.
Harrison pushed me into his large shower, and turned on the handle. The hot water cascaded over our naked bodies, soothing my sore muscles, and our mouths crashed into one another. His body was warm and rigid, providing me strength and safety I needed. His hands trailed my spine and waist, awaking all my nerves again, and I snuggled closer to him.
“Your skin is so smooth,” he whispered into my shoulder and bit it playfully. “I just love touching you.”
He took soap and started washing my body, moving his hands meticulously all over me. I was panting by the time he helped me rinse the soap off, burning to get him inside of me. I did the same to him, stroking his cock deliberately as I applied the soap on it, feeding on his moans and grunts.
His cock was huge in my hands, its veins pulsating furiously as I touched him, and I decided to reward him. After all, I’d lost a count of the orgasms he’d given me so far.
I rinsed him off and knelt in front of him. I took his sack with one hand and placed the other around the base of his cock. I moved it up and down, stroking him slowly.
“Carina. Fuck. That feels amazing.”
“And how about this?”
I wrapped my mouth around his tip and slid my tongue over it. He had a perfect taste, and I found myself lapping it up greedily. The more I licked and sucked, the more sounds he made and it felt amazing being able to pleasure him like this.
“That feels great, Carina. Fuck me, you’re so good at this.”
His hands held my head tightly and pulled me toward him, making me take him deep inside my mouth. I moved it out slowly, glancing up at him to see him watching me with heated eyes. His cock was twitching after each stroke of my tongue, hard as rock, while his breathing increased.
“Fuck! I need to be inside you right now.”
He grabbed me and pulled me back to my feet, turning me around to face the wall. He separated my legs, exposing my ass to him, and brought his cock to my entrance.
“You’re so hot. You’re perfect.” He thrust into me and started moving at once, burying himself deep into me repeatedly.
“Ah! Harrison! Don’t stop!”
“Never, babe.”
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head backward, meeting my lips half-way. Our mouths crashed into one another as our bodies met in a frenzy. His fingers found my clit, and he applied the right pressure, which doubled the pleasure that spread through me. I was so close to coming, screaming his name when he pushed further inside and hit the sweet spot.
“Yes!”
My core convulsed around his cock as I orgasmed, and he cursed, unable to stop pounding me.
“I love the way you feel when you come. I just want to stay inside of you forever.”
His continued pounding prolonged my climax, and all coherent thoughts left me, leaving place for pure bliss only.
“Don’t stop, Harrison.”
He groaned and picked up his pace, pushing inside me really hard. My body hugged him too tightly, welcoming each thrust, and grew more sensitive as I neared a new orgasm. This time I could feel him close too, and I met his cock even faster, which brought an immense pleasure that numbed all my senses.
It was more than I could handle, and I let go, calling his name at the peak of my pleasure, and a few moments later he followed.
“What have you done to me?” he asked as his arms wrapped around my waist. “I can’t stop. No matter how many times I fuck you, it’s not enough.”
He turned me around, pressing his chest against mine.
I sighed. “I feel the same, but I have to admit that I’m a bit afraid. I’m afraid that this could end too quickly and I don’t want that. I don’t want that at all.”
He didn’t respond immediately, and for a moment I thought that I scared him with my confession, but then he pulled me closer to him.
“Let’s just stay like this for a while, okay?” he muttered into my hair.
