Smoked Out (Devil Dogs MC) Read Free Page B

breathing heavily, and she could feel herself panting. She wanted to look around and see if anyone was watching. As if sensing it, he shook his head. “Don’t look. Just look at me. Nothing else exists but me and you.”
     
    They locked eyes, and then she ran her finger down the center of his chest. His hair was thin and soft, a lighter blonde than on his head. She traced a line down to his belly button. He brought her finger to his lips and kissed it. She pulled it away.
     
    She pulled her blouse off over her head and dropped it to the ground beside her. He jerked forward, but she held up one finger. She bit her lip and started to sway to the music they could just make out from inside. It was some kind of blues song she couldn’t name. He moved with her. She slid her skirt down and stepped out of it, leaving her flats on. She writhed and reached to take her bra off.
     
    “I have a secret,” she said.
     
    “Oh yeah?” His voice was full of lust.
     
    She nodded and undid her bra but held it on to cover her. “The first time I met you, I thought you were hot. You walked into my office, and I thought, ‘Damn.’”
     
    He didn’t smile this time. “That doesn’t sound very professional, Ms. Public Defender.”
     
    She splayed the straps of her bra open, still holding it to cover herself. He started to move forward, but she waggled her finger at him to stop. He settled back against the wall to watch.
     
    She motioned to his crotch, and he undid his belt and dropped his jeans, stepping clean out of them. He wore red boxer shorts with anchors on them, making her giggle a little. He met her eyes, and she dropped the bra and stepped to him.
     
    He twirled her around so that her back was against the wall and pressed into her with his mouth and his groin. She pressed back and reached to find his manhood, which was peeking out of the hole in the front of his boxers. She ran her finger along the top of the shaft, as he poked his tongue into her mouth.
     
    His fingers caressed her stomach, down to her panties, and slipped inside. She moaned as his fingertips traced the outside of her lips. His cock was stiffening in her hand, and she squeezed it, causing him to moan. He moved from kissing her mouth to kissing down her neck. She put her arms around his neck and pushed her breasts against him.
     
    Even though she was overcome with desire, there was still a nagging voice in the back of her head telling her this was a mistake. She knew that if she were seen with him, it could damage her career. However, as Rich worked his tongue down her stomach and slid her panties aside to explore the dampness between her legs, she forgot every worry. He was gentle, teasing and playing with her. He licked and explored down her left thigh and up the other, back to her vaginal lips—until she began to moan. He spread her lips and kissed them, working his way along her inner labia, licking and kissing.
     
    A wave of pleasure washed over her, and she opened her eyes at its crest to see an older woman in the parking lot, watching them. Angie couldn’t bring her thoughts together enough to even wonder if the woman was entering or leaving the bar, but she turned away and disappeared among the cars in the lot.  Rich sucked lightly and another wave of pleasure rose in Angie. She closed her eyes again and forgot there was anything else in the world, except her and Rich.
     
    He spent some time exploring and teasing her before moving to the clitoris. He began by spreading her lips with his fingers and gently sucking on the button until it was swollen. She pressed his face into her, and he nibbled gently. When this elicited a moan, he nibbled more and worked the swollen spot with his tongue for what felt like hours.
     
    She put her hands on his face and tilted it up, and he rose and stepped out of his boxers.
     
    “I’m so wet,” she said.
     
    Angie wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he thrust his member into her with a grunt. He