My Biker Boyfriend.

Pleasure and Orgasm.

Chapter 4.

Aria’s breath hitched as his finger grazed her p***y, dragging against her wetness.

Her skin burned, muscles tensing from just the touch of his finger.

A slight throb of desire pulsed in her p***y, pushing her to ask for more — but she stood still, glaring at Draven, who had a smirk on his lips and an eye that mirrored her desire.

This was wrong. This was insane. This was the most unexpected thing in the world.

Draven. President of the bikers club.

Her brother’s best friend. And most especially, the man she could have sworn she hated his guts — was standing between her thighs, with his fingers dragging against her wetness… and yet.

Yet she wasn’t pulling him away.

She wasn’t asking him to stop.

Neither was she doing anything to stop him.

Draven’s finger moved slowly, his eyes locked on hers.

Fuck! She was a gem. Forbidden… yet captivating. She was the fruit he shouldn’t tempt with, but she was the very one he had always desired to devour.

A muscle in his jaw ticked as he moved his finger, rubbing gently against her wetness while trailing the knuckles of his other hand against her cheek.

“Look at you, Doll. Dripping for me like you didn’t cry over your ex some days back…” His c**k twitched as he said those words to her.

Aria’s virgin p***y clamped, her breath fluttering, nails digging into the table as he rubbed slowly on her clit — letting her feel every f*****g inch of the pleasure her ex could never give her.

“Did he ever touch you like this?” His voice was low, yet husky, as he leaned against her cheek.

Aria’s body arched, her eyes rolling as the pleasure from the stimulation seeped into her body.

Draven’s hand sneaked behind her waist, pulling her into him in a way that made her spine arch.

His fingers pressed against her folds, rubbing, while kissing gently on her neck.

“Oh…” The moan tore past her lips — soft and unbidden.

Her neck tilted sideways, granting him permission to kiss her more.

“Just now… you were pretending to hate my touch, but look at you now — arching and tilting your body just to feel my touch. Is that how much you want me?”

Want.

The word played in Aria’s head like it was new. Did she really want him?

Her lips parted, skin crawling, p***y dripping.

Her n*****s hardened under the fabric of the towel, turning razor-sharp.

Her toes curled, hands reaching for his arms.

“Unmm…” she purred, shuddering as he licked her neck, rubbing her clit with practiced precision.

Subconsciously, her hands moved to the back of his neck, hugging him closer to feel the heat.

Draven’s c**k hardened at that act, desiring more than he should ever dream. A muscle in his jaw clamped as her wetness increased, the scent hitting his nostrils.

Oh! Holy f**k — he was losing it right now. Every inch of him was raised with desires he shouldn’t think of.

His fingers dragged against her wetness, slow and deliberate. She arched into him.

“Oh…” her lips parted, trembling…

“That’s it, Doll. That’s how you tremble for a finger like mine.” His tongue dragged against her ear.

“See how you’re dripping like a dirty little slut.”

Aria’s thighs twitched. Her toes curled. Her eyes rolled backward.

“I—” Her stomach flipped, words trailing off her trembling lips.

“That’s it, baby girl… that’s it… tremble for me…” he groaned against her ear, hot and gravelly, touching, rubbing, and dragging his finger against her clit and hole.

Aria’s knees buckled, sensation crashing into her in ways that sent something new rushing across her spine.

Her shoulders tensed, and her body shuddered against his as she felt the build-up of something rare — something only her hand had ever freaking earned her.

The feeling was new, different from how it felt when her own fingers worked against her p***y.

Her back arched, nails digging into his shoulder.

Her p***y clamped, dripping down her thighs.

She rocked her hips forward, hoping he would take the initiative.

And he did. He figured out exactly what she wanted.

“You are such a slut… arching for my finger, huh?”

Aria nodded eagerly, twitching and writhing until his breath ghosted against her ear — hot and cold at the same time.

“Beg me… baby girl… tell me what you want…”

Her lips trembled. “I want you…” she mumbled, hating how desperate she sounded yet wanting more of whatever he had to offer.

A gentle smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you to f**k me… with your finger.”

“Say please…” he teased, circling her clit slowly.

Aria’s hips jerked.

“Please…” she cried, choking on her own moan.

The sound hit Draven like a tidal wave.

Without hesitation, he leaned backward, grabbed her neck in a way that had their eyes locked, then slowly — very slowly — he slipped a finger into her, watching her body still.

“Aryghh!!!” Aria cried out, her p***y dripping and stretching to accommodate just that finger.

Weird… but this was the very f*****g first time something was going into her p***y and it felt… it felt good.

Her eyes rolled, lips trembling as he pumped his finger in and out of her wet, dripping p***y.

Aria’s sense of shame flew. The only thing she felt was pleasure — and pleasure again.

“This is so good…” she cried, struggling to keep her eyes on him.

Then like a tidal wave, she felt it — the orgasm — rushing into her in sharp bursts.

Her toes curled. Her knees buckled. Her muscles tensed.

“I—” Her lips trembled, p***y clamping hard around his finger.

Draven gritted his teeth from the feel of her walls closing against him. His c**k tightened against his pants, eyes darkening as the image of her on his bed — writhing and trembling while he f****d her hard and fast — played across his mind. Sharp and lucid.

Only that another image flashed across his face, splashing against his eyes like mistake an caution.

He hand moved, pulling from her wet dripping in a movement so slow she jerked from the loss of him.

Her eyes snapped open, searching across her face with parted lips.

He pulled away, almost like a stumble.

“Drave—”

“This didn't happened.” He quickly dismissed cutting her off.

Aria, stared at him, lashes battling. Her skin prickled from the weight of his denial, but he didn't give her chance or even spared her a second. He just turned around and walked out of her room.

Leaving her to tremble from the loss of the deprived orgasm.

*

Draven walked into his dark room. The door shut hard behind him as he walked into the room, slamming his hand against the long mahogany table.

The silence in the room felt heavy, pressing against his skin. His heart was still pounding from the memory of her — her lips parting, her soft moans, the way her body had arched into his touch.

“f**k it!” he growled, running his hand through his hair. His eyes moved to his bulge — the sight of his concealed c**k that was threatening to punch a damn hole against the fabric of his pants!

His hand reached for a bottle of what, downing the contents to decipher every feeling that was brewing in him, but the water did little to nothing. Instead, it fueled the desire burning within him.

Guilt clawed at his chest, sharp and relentless. She was off-limits, untouchable… but that didn’t stop the ache in his c**k or the filth running through his mind.

He wasn’t supposed to touch her. He wasn’t even supposed to as much as look at her with eyes that held desire. But how could he not? When she stood there like sin wrapped in silk.

The sight of her crashed through him, dragging out more than just need from him.

He had wanted to bend her over that vanity table, arch her into the perfect doggy, and f**k her so f*****g hard until her body was quivering hard against his.

He could still feel her heat on his fingertips, like her body had branded him. That wet, trembling tightness haunted him, and no amount of water, liquor, or self-restraint could wash it away. His hand moved to his nose. He shouldn’t be doing this. He should be doing anything but what made him attached to her, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help the desire to take in a scent of her, so he raised his hand completely to his nose.

He gritted his teeth, but the hunger didn’t fade. It grew.

Her scent hit his nostrils, warm and refreshing. His lashes slid, muscles relaxing as he took in a gentle drag.

Her scent wrapped around him, the effect playing against his c**k. His muscles tensed underneath his skin. Fingers moving closer to his lips like he was going to taste the remains of her juice.

But a knock came on the door, the action startling him.

He blinked back gently, pulling his hand from his lips.

“Come in,” he growled, clearing his throat and sliding his hands back into his pocket.

The door opened and Black Axe stepped in.

“President…”

“Prepare a cake and send it to her.” His tongue was sharp and scraping against the air, like he didn’t give room for defiance.

Aaron hesitated for a second, then nodded his head gently.

The moment the door clicked, Draven moved his eyes back to his c**k.

Seeing her tomorrow was not the best option. Anything to keep her from him, because he could not f*****g guarantee how long his monstrous self would stay before bending her over and filling her tight, willing p***y with his c**k and fluid. And the damn ugly, dangerous truth — was that if she walked into this room right now… he wouldn’t have the strength to stop, he wouldn't hold back, he would just bend her over and f**k her until she c*m hard against his c**k.