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  “Oh, Tony.” She sighed and gave him a watery smile. The tenderness in his gaze was overwhelming.

  Tony graced her with a sexy smile, meant to melt her panties, which it did. “We good now?”

  At her nod, he kissed her briefly on the nose and set her down, sliding his muscular thigh from between hers legs. He turned them back along their path to his bike. “Excellent. Now, let’s get out of here.”

  Tony and Megan almost made it to the door, but were stopped by a deep voice behind them. “Cap? You headed out already?”

  Megan heard Tony curse under his breath at another delay, and then he turned to look at Rick. “Yeah, I’m seeing Megan home. She was a little clumsy with some beer and isn’t fit to go back to the party.”

  Megan gasped in outrage and began, “Hey! It wasn’t my fault that-”

  She stopped abruptly as she felt a big hand lower to her buttocks and squeeze firmly. “Hush, Angel. Men are talking now.” Rick laughed and Tony winked at her as she glared at him with indignation.

  “Bossy jerk,” she muttered and regretted it instantly as that big hand swatted her firmly across both ass cheeks.

  “Look at your sister, Angel. You have that in store for you too, if you don’t behave.”

  Megan’s gaze switched sharply to Regan and eyed her flushed face and contrite expression. She also noticed that her hands were gently rubbing her obviously chastened posterior.

  Rick noticed, too. “Regan! No rubbing,” he ordered, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her into his side. “I want you to feel every swat for the rest of the evening.” He frowned down at her and continued. “You will get the rest of your punishment after the guests have left.”

  Regan dropped her hands quickly and started, “But...” then thought better of what she was about to say and quickly changed her response, murmuring quietly, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Smart girl. Cap, sorry things got so wild,” Rick said. “I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll all get together some other time for dinner.” He looked down sternly at the cute, little redhead at his side. “Regan and I have some damage control to get to before they tear up the place. Come on, honey.”

  They turned as one and headed toward the crowded living room. Regan glanced over her shoulder and met Megan’s gaze with a wink. “I’ll call you tomorrow, sis.” Then they were gone.

  Something Tony said finally penetrated. Megan looked up at the big man at her side. “Did you say bike?”

  Tony laughed as he strode out the door with Megan’s hand in his.

  Chapter Three

  Megan found herself standing beside Tony’s big Blackline Harley. It was awesome and wickedly sexy. He was settling a black leather jacket around her shoulders and plopped a helmet on top of her head, adjusting and testing the fit before commanding her to get on the bike.

  “Uh, Tony, I’m wearing a skirt.”

  “I noticed. And?” He straddled the big machine and looked at her, waiting.

  “Uh, it’s kind of short. If I get on, I’ll show, like, everything.”

  “Get on the bike, Megan.”

  “I don’t have any panties on and I’m not wearing any hose or stockings. And it’s really cold out here. I’ll freeze.”

  “Megan. Bike. Now.”

  She continued to hesitate.

  “I’m not gonna tell you again. Get on the bike or I’ll put you on.”

  “Oh, all right,” Megan huffed. She climbed on behind him and attempted to pull her skirt and t-shirt down as far as she could, but her legs showed all the way from her bare feet to her upper thighs. The back of the seat raised her up a few inches higher than his; this meant that her bare pussy would be pressed up against his bare lower back. She swallowed a groan and tried to scoot back enough to keep an inch or two between them. Tony put an end to that when he reached behind him and grabbed her butt in both hands and slid her close.

  “Tony, I’m not wearing panties.”

  “I know, baby, I can feel your heat against me.”

  At that statement, she gasped and he cranked the engine. With her legs splayed wide from straddling the seat of the motorcycle, the vibration of the big Harley engine penetrated to her core as it pressed against his hips. Her pussy gushed and she melted onto the seat.

  “Don’t worry, Angel,” he assured her as he gunned the engine. “It’s a short trip and it’s late. Snuggle up close to me for warmth. No one will notice what you’re wearing. Now, grab on and hold tight.” He waited patiently for Megan to wrap her arms around his middle. He sighed impatiently as her small hands lay gently on his sides. He knew she was reluctant to wrap herself around his naked back but she was wearing his borrowed T-shirt and jacket after all. He grabbed her hands and pulled her arms around his waist, urging her to clasp her hands together in front, just above his belt. He swallowed a groan as he felt her big tits press against his back.

  “Wait! Um...Tony? I lost my shoes. Where do I put my feet?” Looking down, he saw her bare little feet with their pink polished nails. Adorable. He cursed his throbbing dick under his breath, then reached down and grabbed her calves and curled her legs around his waist. “Wrap me up, baby, and hold on tight.”

  He gunned the engine again and moved out. She squealed and he felt her thighs grip his hips and her heels dig into his stomach. She was snuggled against him and he could feel the dampness of her naked pussy as it pressed even more snuggly against his back in this position. Impossibly, his dick hardened and lengthened even further. Anymore and she could use the head like a saddle horn when it rose above his belt line. He couldn’t remember ever having been as turned on by a woman before. His thoughts turned to consider her sexual proclivities. He knew she was sweet, but saw evidence of sass and spunk, and also responded well to orders. A couple of times tonight her eyes had lowered submissively in response to his dominance. He prided himself on being able to spot a sub at a hundred paces; he knew he was on the right track with Megan.

  Rick and Regan had been attempting to set them up. They both knew he was as dominant as Rick was, if not more. His whole team was made up of take-charge alpha males, especially where their women were concerned. Surely his best friend wouldn’t set him up with a totally vanilla woman. He smiled smugly, confident that her sister would know her tendencies, especially since they were twins. Surely they had to share some key character traits. Regan was a sexual submissive and the couple practiced a DD relationship. He had seen them playing at the club and had been a guest in their home often enough to see Rick in the role of head of household. He smiled as he guided his bike toward his home. Time would tell about little Megan, and very soon, he thought.

  Behind him, Megan was hanging on tightly as the big bike roared through the night. She couldn’t believe she was plastered up against Cap Rossi, every woman’s fantasy man. She couldn’t believe she had humiliated herself in front of him. She was mortified and now he was taking her home. He probably couldn’t wait to dump her at her place and forget about this disastrous evening. Megan felt her eyes tear in frustration. She’d had a major crush on the man since she was a teenager. She remembered seeing him in his uniform for the first time and practically climaxing on sight. What was it about a man in uniform? Or was it just Cap Rossi in a uniform?

  Megan noticed that Tony bypassed the turn off to her apartment and moved her arm to tap him to get his attention. He shook his head, grabbed her hand and placed it back over the one at his waist, then patted it to indicate she should leave it there. He shifted gears and sped down the deserted street as he headed to the east side of town. Excited, yet terrified by being on the back of a Harley for the first time ever, her hands clenched together and she hung on tight.

  About five minutes later, the bike slowed as he turned off onto a tree-lined street that wound its way up into the hills toward some of the more expensive properties and large estates. He turned off onto a long wooded drive that snaked higher into the hills. Tony brought the Harley to a stop in the driveway of his beautiful, three-stor
y home. Megan admired the wood siding that gave the house a cabin-like appearance. It was nestled on a large wooded property. Looking up, she could see the upper stories were practically all windows. She could just imagine the view.

  Megan was interrupted from admiring his home by his hands sliding to the sides of her thighs and then curling up under her butt. She squealed when he lifted her as he stood and swung off the bike. He released her legs and let her slide slowly down his back. He turned to remove her helmet then bent to swing her up in his arms. Megan squealed again, startled and began to protest.

  “Hush, Angel. No shoes, remember?”

  She wiggled and tried unsuccessfully to pull her shirt and tiny skirt down to keep from exposing all of her business below the waist. She found herself carried bare-bottomed up the steps of the wide covered porch, the cool night air chilling her exposed skin. Embarrassed and chagrined at the romantic maneuver, she failed to take note of the well groomed yard and landscaping of the shrub beds, the warm rich tones of the wood porch and siding, and the old fashioned rockers lining the large front porch. Just like in her erotic romances and fantasies, she was swept up in an alpha male’s strong arms and awed by his strength and strong presence.

  She sighed and snuggled close as she pressed her warm, flushed face against his strong neck. Tony set her down briefly while he unlocked the door. Megan’s feet barely touched ground before she was swung into his arms again and carried inside. She heard the door slam then felt a dizzying sensation as she was swung around and pushed up against the closed door. Megan’s feet were a foot above the floor as Tony’s chest pressed up against her and he held her firmly around the waist. Raised up to his height, she looked directly into those beautiful brown eyes. Her lips suddenly dry; she heard his low guttural groan as her tongue came out to sweep her lower lip. It darted back inside leaving her plump, lower lip moist and shiny. They stared into each other’s eyes for long moments before his mouth locked onto hers.

  “For fuck’s sake, Angel,” he uttered before his mouth claimed hers. His hot tongue plunged deep as he took her mouth in a searing kiss. Megan’s tongue responded and met his searching tongue, licking and tasting him. Her hands came up to plunge into his thick, wavy hair as her legs encircled his waist. She felt his unbelievably hard erection brush against her bare pussy as he slammed his hips against her.

  Without breaking contact with her lips, he moved, carrying her. Soft cushions met her back as Tony dropped her onto the couch and came down on top of her. His lips left hers. He spread hot kisses along her check, jaw and down to the ultra-sensitive spots along her neck and behind her ear. A trail of moisture followed his mouth and tongue. Megan arched her head backward and turned to give him full access.

  “Yeah, Angel,” he moaned. “So hot. So responsive.”

  His lips broke away as he quickly pulled her up to slide off his jacket and pull her t-shirt up her body.

  “Arms up,” he ordered.

  Lost to his domination, Megan raised her arms over her head and felt the t-shirt swept over her head and thrown onto the floor. Tony’s lips returned and moved down her shoulder, trailing moisture over the tops of her bare breasts.

  “Fuck, Angel, you are gorgeous,” he moaned against her heated skin and he couldn’t resist lifting his head and taking in the sight of her full, round breasts topped with tight, pink nipples. His hands cupped both of her breasts and plumped them up making them ready for his mouth. Out of her mind, Megan moved to grasp his head and pull his mouth to her nipple.

  “Leave them,” he demanded. “Don’t move those hands, Megan.”

  Startled, Megan froze and met his firm gaze. She felt a gush of wetness in her pussy and sucked in her breath. Tony’s lips quirked in a knowing grin. Submissive.

  “You like to be told what to do, don’t you, Angel?” She stared into his eyes, stunned. Her mouth opened to deny his claim, but nothing came out. “The correct answer is ‘Yes, Sir’.”

  Try as she might to get her voice to work, Megan stammered “uh...”

  Tony’s teeth captured one hard nipple and bit just short of pain. Megan’s back arched as she pressed her breast toward him, wanting more.

  “Answer me.”

  “Y-yes, Sir. Please!”

  “Please what, Megan?”

  “More,” she begged.

  “More, what?” Tony nipped her with his teeth again in a small reprimand.

  “More...Sir?”

  “Excellent. Good girl.” Tony’s mouth and tongue captured her nipple while his fingers sought the other, pinching and rolling the firm bud between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Ohhh! Please,” she begged.

  “Please, who, Megan?”

  “Please, Sir. I need more, Sir.”

  Out of her mind and burning in agony, she arched her hips, attempting to rub her aching pussy against the bulge behind his zipper. It wasn’t enough. Parting her legs, she hooked them behind his knees, separating her thighs for better access. Her swollen clit protruded from between her pussy lips as she rubbed and writhed, searching for relief.

  Tony obliged as he pressed firmly, grinding his denim-covered cock against her wet pussy. He could feel her heat and her moisture dampening his fly. Her scent permeated the room. He inhaled deeply of her scent, musky with a warm hint of vanilla from her heated skin. Mmmmmm.

  “It’s too much, I can’t take anymore,” she whimpered.

  “Excellent,” he encouraged. “Then come for me, Angel. Show me how much you want me.” He sucked her nipple harder as he increased the pressure of his fingers on her other nipple. Lord, she was a hot little thing. Her skin tasted sweet and he breathed in her musky scent as she spiraled toward her climax. They dry humped like horny teenagers. Just a single layer of material separating him from the Promised Land, he thought.

  Megan groaned and arched, pushing her nipple into his mouth and her pussy against his hardness. She screamed as she came. Her body arched, and then jerked as her orgasm swept over her. Her thighs closed around his hips as her pelvis jerked and spasmed as her orgasm went on and on.

  “Ohmigod!” she gasped aloud.

  Tony murmured, “No need to go to those lengths, Angel. Sir, Master, or even Captain will do.” He chuckled at his own joke as he slid back up her body and looked at her flushed face. He smiled in response to her sated expression. She had come without him having touched her pussy.

  “Feelin’ good, Megan?”

  She smiled and looked shyly into his pleased face. “Mmmm. Captain, I like that.”

  “Yeah, Angel? I like it, too. I’ll be your commanding officer.” He winked at her. “You ready for round two, baby?”

  “Yes, Captain,” she murmured. “S’good.”

  “Good, but we can do better.”

  Tony lifted her and with her legs wrapped around his waist, carried her upstairs to the master bedroom. Megan pressed her face against his strong neck as she tried to catch her breath. Startled, Megan laughed briefly as she felt her weakened body tossed onto his king-sized bed. As he followed her down, her hands moved to cup his face.

  “Un-uh, Angel, hands above your head.” He took her hands and guided them to the spindles of the oak headboard. “Hold on right here and don’t move those hands again. If they come down without permission, I’ll have to punish you.”

  Megan choked on a breath and a shiver swept through her body.

  “Oh yeah. My Angel likes that idea.”

  She blushed furiously. What was it about this man? Her brain just wouldn’t function around him. Even with his outrageous comments and commands, she couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone get her mouth to work and put thoughts into words. Although her mind rebelled against his bossy, arrogant behavior, her body responded overwhelmingly to his strong, take-charge command. He had total control of her and her body. He owned her arousal. She had never been so turned on before in her life.

  She felt her arousal go from zero to sixty again as Tony slid down her body and pushed her skirt
up around her waist. Big hands pushed her thighs apart before she felt his hot mouth on her pussy.

  “Oh, God!” she screamed.

  Tony laughed against her then dove in with his tongue as he separated her soft, bare lips with his thumbs. She felt his voice buzz against her clit as he murmured, “Ahhhh, bare. Excellent, Angel. I love to taste a smooth, bare pussy and yours tastes so sweet.”

  She felt that skillful tongue circle her clit then dive down to lap up her cream. He was then back to her clit as his fingers pulled her lips farther apart. He pulled back and watched her clit rise up firmly from its hood and he targeted it again with his tongue.

  “Give it to me again, Angel. Come for me, again.”

  Megan pressed her aching clit against his tongue and her legs wrapped around his upper back. His hands slipped behind her thighs and cupped her butt as he lifted her off the bed and toward his mouth. He pressed her wide apart and continued his assault on her pussy. He took her clit between his teeth and bit down gently and pushed her over the edge.

  Megan screamed again. “Oh God, oh God! I’m coming again, Captain!”

  Tony smiled against her clit, not taking his tongue from her hard bud. He loved the sound of her submission. He was pleased that the natural submissive in her paid respect to her dominant with an appropriate title. He kept up his massage of her clit and demanded another orgasm before she came down.

  “Again,” he demanded.

  Gasping, Megan replied, “I don’t think I can, Sir.”

  “You will, Megan,” he confirmed and slipped two fingers into her pussy and curled them upward, zoning in on her G spot. “Come for me again, Angel. Give it all to me.” Megan began to pant and arch into his mouth and fingers. Seconds later she felt her fourth climax in the last hour, shoot through her. Her body glistened with moisture as she flushed in pleasure and came for him again.