Easy Rider: An MC Erotic Romance by Kristin Fletcher Read Free Book Online Page B

still-snug center held on to him, cuddled and stroked him, sent him over the edge of his control.
     
    Just as Jay began to thrust into her uncontrollably, Ria’s eyes slammed shut. The depth of her ecstasy swallowed her as his heavy cock stroked over her sensitive flesh. Between the assault on her g-spot and the slides against her clit, she was insane with the need to come. She still felt the need to hold on too, for fear she would lose herself in the orgasm. Jay held off. He rode her hard and deep, groaning when she squeezed him. Her nails grabbed uselessly onto his sweat-slickened flesh.
     
    “I’m going to come,” he groaned. Ria gasped in response, unable to speak.
     
    It was Jay’s voice, but his words echoed her feelings. He roared when she thrust her hips up to meet him. The movement touched off a spark that lit the fuse. It sent her body off like a rocket. She could feel herself coming. She could also feel the jets of his seed, as it shot inside her. Even the sudden realization that they had not used protection did little to slow the pace, as his hips plunged in and out. She thrust up to meet him. She was desperate to have what he was giving her till he had no more to give. When he collapsed at last, his face rested in the hollow of her throat. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs. Then, she hugged him tightly, as tears rolled silently down her cheeks.
     
    When he rolled off her, Ria kept her eyes closed. She hoped he wouldn’t see the tears and ask her any questions. She wasn’t sure she could answer. She was spent. He drew her up next to his body with her back was to him. He cuddled her, as he softly kissing her neck and stroked her arm before sliding it over her belly.
     
    “You okay there?” he asked, his voice hoarse from the shouting.
     
    “Yes...I’m fine,” she answered, surreptitiously wiping her eyes.
     
    “That was mind-blowing, Ria,” he said. His voice was full of warmth and awe. “Thank you.”
     
    It wasn’t he who should be thanking her, Ria thought. It should be the other way round. She was the one who had cut herself off from the kind of intimacy they had just shared. He had managed to pull her completely out of her retreat.
     
    She opened her eyes, evidence of her tears still present, and looked up at him.
     
    “What’s the matter?” Jay’s voice was concerned
     
    “Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m happy, really happy.” And she was, Ria realized.
     
    It was puzzling to him how women cried when they were happy. His mother did it often.
     
    “Would you like a drink before we go to my room?” he asked. “I’ve got beer, wine, and Scotch.”
     
    At that moment a drink sounded perfect to Ria. “I’ll have wine. What kind have you got?”
     
    He didn’t think there was too much of a variety. He drank beer when he was thirsty and Scotch when he wanted to get drunk. It was something he’d done too often since his return from the Middle East.
     
    “I bought a couple of bottles of red. I don’t know what sort, other than it’s the sort my mom drinks.”
     
    “That’ll do.”
     
    He untangled himself from her and walked back into the kitchen. He poured two glasses of wine, threw her clothes over his shoulder, and went back into the living room.
     
    “Bring those for me,” he asked her, as he gestured to his clothes. Then, he led the way back to the furthest room in the house.
     
    His bedroom was just what she expected. It was comprised of neutral colors, a king-sized bed with a wood and leather headboard, a tall armoire, and an oversized armchair. She was tempted to ask if he cut notches in the headboard after a conquest and if he did--what number she would be.
     
    She knew it was silly. He was a grown man. She shouldn’t be jealous, but she felt incredibly close to him. She admitted to herself that there was more than just lust happening between them. He threw the clothes on the bed and invited her to sit on his lap in the armchair. As they sipped