The Thunder Wolves MC - Petal (Book #12)

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Petal

My back barely touched the blanket, and his mouth and hands moved together. While using one hand to hold himself up, the other moved down my body, starting just below my throat. His mouth follows the same path as his fingers but at a slower pace. His hand moved between us. His fingers brushed over my clit, before two fingers slowly pushed into me. Curling his fingers, he quickly found my g-spot while using his palm to cause the much-needed friction to my clit. At the same time, his mouth closed around one of my n*****s. The sensation of everything combined caused my back to arch, pushing my chest even closer to him. While my head fell back, a moan escaped my lips. My moan quickly morphed into a cry of pleasure as he brought me to my first release. His mouth and hand never stopped what they were doing until the last waves of my orgasm washed over me.

Removing his fingers from inside me, his mouth left me as he set back. His eyes moved down my body before looking over to where he had discarded his clothes. My heart dropped slightly as I watched him grab his pants. My brain instantly thinking that was it. He was done. When he pulled something out of his pocket and tossed his pants back where they were, I couldn’t help but be even more confused for a split second. Then, my brain caught up to what he was doing, and I felt stupid.

Sitting up, I grabbed the condom out of his hand. Opening the packaging, I pulled the condom out. Watching him as I slowly rolled it down him. My fingers brushed over his balls as I reached the base of his erection. A low, deep moan rolled through his chest, sending butterflies to my stomach and what I can only describe as a need to my core. At the same time, he moved back over me until my back was on the blanket again, and he was between my legs. Using the hand that just had two fingers inside me, he held himself up. His other hand he placed on my chest, slowly moving it up to the throat. His fingers wrapped around my throat, but he didn’t squeeze or cut off my air supply. No, he used this position of his hand to tilt my head back further. Leaning farther down, his lips were pressed against mine. His hips moved forward, pushing the tip of his d**k into me.

Moving my hips, I moved with him as he pushed into me, then, just as slowly, pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back into me. The slow pace lasted only a handful of thrusts before he started moving faster. Soon, he was only pulling halfway out before pushing back into me. Both of us were breathing heavily. My head fell back as I tried to catch my breath, which was pointless to even try right now. My moans long turned into incoherent sounds. His own moans filled my ear as his head fell forward. A few more thrusts and I was falling over the edge a second time, this time with him falling with me.

Neither of us moved for a good minute as we let our bodies calm a little. Then, just as slowly as he did when he first pushed into me, he pulled his now limp d**k out of me. Sitting up, he removed the condom, setting it off to the side away from us. When he was done, he lay down next to me on his back. Both of us lay there as we caught our breath. At the same time, my brain took the time to fully catch up to everything. And I knew I was going to overthink this moment. Having s*x on the first date was not exactly something I did. My rule has always been three dates or three months. Though let's be honest, if we haven’t gone on three dates in three months, then was the guy really worth it? Either way, this was not our third date. It was our first, and now I was going to obsess about it. Now that I gave him what he most likely wanted, would he ever call me? Would he even be bothered to care who or what I did? I hoped not. I hoped our having s*x didn’t change things. I hoped this was still just the beginning for the two of us. But still, my brain is evil, and I couldn’t help the thoughts from continuing to go through my head.

We lay there for a long while before he rolled over on his side, pushing himself up enough to lean over me. His lips lightly pressed into mine. The kiss was soft and short. Pulling back, he moved one of his hands, running his fingers along the side of my face, pushing some loose hair out of my face.

“You are absolutely beautiful.”

My smile was involuntary at his words. Reaching up, I ran my fingers up his neck and around to the back of his head, pulling him back down. Our lips pressed together for only a moment before he pulled back again.

“Baby, as much as I would very much enjoy staying here with you all night, I should be getting you home.”

Sighing, I let him go. I knew he was right, but that didn’t stop my brain from pushing the bad thoughts. At the same time, I noted the use of Baby. He had used the nickname the night Noah showed up at my apartment, and we made him believe Finch and I were dating then.

Slowly, I set up. Grabbing my clothes, I pulled them back on. By the time I was done getting dressed and was standing next to his motorcycle, Finch was already done getting dressed and had the blanket picked up, folded, and tucked back into the compartment on his motorcycle. He was just finishing picking up the last of the trash we had created, including the used condom, which he tied into a plastic bag he tucked into the same place he put the blanket.

The ride back to my apartment seemed like it didn’t take nearly as long as the ride to the clearing, even though it was the same amount of time. Still, it felt like within seconds, he was parking his motorcycle in front of my apartment building and walking me to my door. The closer we got to my door, the more I fiddled with my keys. I wasn’t ready for our date to end, yet I also didn’t want him to think I was crazy or needy and scare him away. But by the time we got to my door, I hadn’t come up with anything that wouldn’t make him think I was crazy or something else. Besides which my brain was already convinced this was going to be it, he was never going to call us back anyway. I had put out, and there was no way that wasn’t what he had been after. My brain was sure he would never call us again, and if we dried, we would be told we had the wrong number.

To my surprise, or should I say my brain's surprise, he stopped me at the door. His hands slid around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Dipping his head down slightly, he pressed his lips to mine. The moment only lasted a few seconds, but it was the sweetest, hottest kiss I have ever had. Pulling his head back, he didn’t move away from me, obtaining to keep his hands wrapped around my waist.

“What do you have going on Sunday?”

“Nothing big. Just lunch with my dad, his wife, and her sons.”

“Hmm, what about after?”

“Nothing.”

A smile filled his face.

“Would you be interested in coming over for dinner and a movie? And before you answer, do know the movie will most likely be one of my little pony movies, as that is all Anna has wanted to watch lately.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. The image of him watching my little pony anything is something I don’t think I could ever expect to ever see. Also, I don’t think I could ever turn it down. Especially since his asking me over to his place shut my brain up instantly. Anything and everything that had crossed my mind about him never calling me after I put out so quickly was gone. He wouldn't be inviting me over if he felt how my brain was sure he did.

“I would love to.”

Leaning back down the small distance, he pressed his lips to mine softly for only a second before pulling back. His hands moved from their spot on my waist and went back to down by his sides.

“Good, I will text you my address and all that.”

Nodding, I turned around and opened my apartment door, again laughing as the image of him watching my little pony came to mind. I know he had a little girl, and chances are she has watched all kinds of princess movies and other not so many things before. But I just couldn’t imagine Finch, a badass motorcycle club member and nightclub bouncer, mans man actually sitting down and watching any of it with her.