"Redemption Riders: Passion and Power in the Shadows"

Chapter nine: Jake

I never in a million years thought she'd actually do it; she kissed me even harder at my words. When I felt her fingers trying to undo my leather jacket, I couldn't hold back anymore. I deepened the kiss and demanded that she let me slide my tongue down her throat. The moment our tongues met, she let out such a moan and her whole body trembled. That's when it hit me that I should dial it down a notch – she had a turbulent day, a car accident and all. If she wants this kind of comfort, I'm more than happy to provide, but I should let her lead, let her take control of her life again.

Fuck, it was like a scene out of a goddamn movie. I helped her take off my leather jacket, than shirt, revealing my inked-up chest. Her fingers, soft as fuck, traced those tattoos, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core. And then, like she was some kind of magic, she looked up at me, and I knew I was in deep shit.

I didn't waste a damn second. I tilted her chin up, claiming her lips in a slow, hungry kiss. It was like a fire ignited between us, each kiss taking us deeper, making me want more of her—her taste, her touch, everything.

She seemed hesitant, fingers unbuttoning that denim jacket like she was revealing some kind of treasure. And let me tell you, the treasure was goddamn real. Her shirt clung to her curves, driving me insane with need. I couldn't help but watch as she slid the jacket off, exposing more of that perfect skin.

I wanted to mark her, to let everyone know she was mine. So, I kissed her, starting from her jaw and working my way down to her neck. Each kiss was a fucking promise, telling her that I wanted her, all of her.

Her response was intoxicating. Soft sighs escaped her lips, and I knew I was driving her crazy. Seeing her skin flush under my touch, like I had some kind of power over her, made me even hungrier for her.

The rain came back, just like a damn movie, adding to the whole scene. I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around me, and my hand held her tight. I opened the back door of the car, the darkness inside giving us the perfect spot to let loose in the rain.

I needed to slow down a bit, regain my grip on reality before I lost myself completely in her. I didn't want to overwhelm her, to take control away from her again. So when she moved to lie across the back seat and pull me on top of her, I stopped her gently.

"If this is what I think you're after," I said, my voice husky, "then I'll be down here, and you'll be up there, on my lap. You're driving this one. I'm just along for the ride, enjoying every fucking moment."

By saying that, I gave her another chance to change her mind. Yeah, I might be a jerk sometimes, but I'm not that much of an asshole. She seemed agitated, maybe acting impulsively. It's completely okay if she reconsiders and tells me to fuck off. I'm all about a good time between the sheets, but when a woman says no, it damn well means no.

She paused for a couple of minutes, as if contemplating something. And honestly, I thought that was it, she was changing her mind. Be happy you even managed to kiss her, man. But then, out of nowhere, she climbs onto my lap and kisses me like she's trying to devour my soul. That was definitely a sign that she still wanted me.

As the tension between us amped up, I was savoring the hell out of her lips – they tasted like pure sin, and my damn arousal was ready to burst. But I had to hold back, let her make the damn move, no matter how bad I wanted her. She started squirming in my lap, rubbing herself against me, and let me tell you, I thought I was gonna lose my mind right there. I grabbed her hips, pulled her down onto me, making her feel just how much I was throbbing for her.

Her moan, the one that slipped out when she felt my hardness, cut through our kiss like a siren. It was like she wanted to lead but needed a little push. So, I leaned in and whispered in her ear, telling her exactly how fucking turned on she was making me, how damn hard I was for her. I let her know that if she kept breathing heavy in my ear and grinding against me like that, I'd probably lose my shit and explode in my pants like a horny teenager before even getting a taste of her sweet pussy. She giggled, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine, and I could feel her confidence growing.

She was clearly getting bolder, unbuttoning my pants while her fingers fumbled around like they had a mind of their own. I couldn't help but bite my lip, half eager and half anxious about what was coming next. It was like a damn roller coaster – thrilling and nerve-wracking at the same time. When she finally managed to get my pants undone, she looked up at me with those big eyes, a mix of uncertainty and determination. For a moment, I wondered if she was gonna chicken out, but then she took a deep breath and reached inside, her fingers brushing against me. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to keep it together, but man, her touch had me on the edge already.

But then, in the middle of all that tension, she paused. I mean, I wasn't sure if she was having second thoughts or just lost in her thoughts, but there we were – her hand on me, both of us breathing heavy, and this suspense hanging in the air. I could practically feel my heart pounding in my chest, not knowing if she was gonna keep going or stop right there.

Well, fuck, it was like she was on this wild seesaw, one moment riding high on confidence and the next teetering on the edge of doubt. She'd grab my cock like she knew what she was doing, then hesitate like she's never seen one before. I'm not gonna lie, her little fumbles and fuck-ups were driving me insane. Watching her work through it, trying to get a grip on me, that had me harder than a damn rock. So, I started to whisper in her ear, telling her just how tight I wanted her grip around my cock, guiding her hand and showing her the way. And let me tell you, her eyes lit up like fireworks – I could practically hear her breathing hitching.

Things were getting hotter than hell at that point. I leaned in real close, my voice dripping with that raw desire, and told her: "I want you to do the following. Slowly put your hand in your damn panties and cuddle your pussy , I want you to feel how wet you are for me."

I wanted her to give her pussy a little taste of what I was gonna do to her, just so she could see how wet and ready she was for me.

So there I was, eyes locked onto hers, my breath mingling with hers. And then, I took her hand and brought her damn fingers to my mouth. Slow as hell, I let my tongue slither out and ran it along her fingertips, tasting those sweet, sweet juices. Fuck, it was like pure heaven on my tongue, like I could sense her desire in every drop. And I let her know, whispered in her ear, that those were the kind of flavors I was craving all along.

Our bodies intertwined, a fucking electric charge sparking between us. Her moans were like sweet fucking music, driving me insane with desire. Our lips clashed, a primal dance of tongues and teeth that made my cock ache in anticipation.

My rough fingers traced every inch of her body, reveling in the way she squirmed and gasped under my touch. It was like every touch was a fucking jolt of electricity, making her writhe and beg for more. I could feel the heat radiating from her, a silent fucking plea for me to take her to the edge.

Breaking the kiss, I stared into her eyes, the lust and vulnerability swirling in them making my blood boil. "You want this, love?" I growled, my voice laced with hunger and need. She nodded, her eyes blazing with a raw fucking desire that matched my own.

Her consent was like a fucking drug, a hit of adrenaline that had me on the edge of losing control. Our lips crashed together again, and my hand moved lower, fingers tracing the outline of her barely-there panties. She arched against me, her nails digging into my skin, a silent fucking command to take what was hers.

A wicked grin passed between us, a shared understanding of the debauched fucking journey we were about to embark on. I pressed my lips to her ear, my voice a low growl of promise.

"You're in for a wild fucking ride, love" I rasped, my words a mix of lust and dark promise.

And then, I fucking plunged in, fingers tracing every inch of her pussy like I was reading her body like braille. She whimpered, her body tensed, her movements uncertain, and I felt a shift in the air between us. It was a moment of fucking clarity amidst the storm of lust, and it hit me like a punch to the gut.

But then, a sudden realization hit me like a fucking freight train.

"Wait... You're a virgin?" I breathed, a mixture of surprise and disbelief tingeing my voice. The words hung in the air, the weight of her confession settling in. In the midst of our heated fucking passion, this bombshell had been dropped, and I was left fucking speechless.