Among the Chaos: Book 2 of the Soldiers of Chaos MC Series Read Online Free Page B
Author: A.A. Askevold
he removed his boots and his cut laying it on the dresser. He threw her that dazzling hundred watt grin and in spite of everything it still had the power to still her heart. She couldn't help but grin back at him. Then his shirt was gone and her gaze was refocused on the lean muscle of his chest and stomach. He had the physique of an athlete. Sleek and toned with the ripple of abs and a hint of the v.
Trace stepped forward and swept her hair back from her face. With one hand cupping her cheek and the other at her waist he resumed his gentle slow kiss from earlier. Nikki let her eyes close as she began to respond to Trace. He guided her backwards gently lowering her to the bed. As her head hit the soft cushioning of her mattress she felt her shoes disappear and Trace's mouth disengaged from hers.
"Lay back and relax baby girl."
He nuzzled at her neck as he slowly began to unbutton her shirt. His mouth traced a path down to her cleavage where he nibbled at the swell of her breasts. Nikki could feel the warmth of his breath through her lace bra as hi s mouth hovered over her. She knew if she opened her eyes he'd be watching her face intently with those baby blues. He'd be waiting for her to react, to give him an indication of the right path. Nikki took a deep breath forcing her breasts to rise up towards Trace's waiting mouth. That was the indication he'd been waiting for. His mouth latched onto her nipple and suckled at it through the lace.
As the wet lace rasped across her nipple Nikki let out the breath she'd been holding. The rush of air was accompanied by a slight moan.
"Music to my ears ," she could hear the smile in Trace's voice.
His mouth travelled down her stomach while his fingers busied themselves with the button and zip on her skirt. He slid the material down her legs discarding it somewhere on her bedroom floor. Trace began to massage her tired muscles starting at her calves and working his way up. The movement s of his hands were accompanied by light teasing kisses.
Nikki's body began to soften under Trace's touch. Some of the tension she now carried with her every day began to leach out of her. She forced her mind to empty and to concentrate on his touch alone. His mouth made contact with her inner thigh in a warm wet teasing kiss and began to make its way up. The ache inside her built as he teased her. His warm breath caressed her moist heat and she sucked in a breath anticipating the contact she was craving. His mouth moved away over to her other thigh to start the climb again.
Nikki's breaths came quicker as Trace's kisses moved closer to their target. His fingers teased the edge of her panties finding purchase on her skin and opening her up. She waited for him to sweep the material aside but he didn't. Instead his mouth locked onto her over the lace. His lips and tongue sought out her steadily throbbing knot of nerves. Trace used his mouth to drag the lace across her clit. The rough sensation added a little sting to his movements. Something caught in her mind, something about that sharp sting.
Nikki rocked into his mouth forcing more pressure and friction between her clit, the lace and Trace's mouth. He moaned against her. A sound like that of a man enjoying a well-earned meal. It drove her to move her hips more urgently, seeking the relief she desired. Trace's hands shifted to her hips in an effort to still her movements
"Slow down baby girl. We'll get there. Just relax and let it happen."
Nikki held still but Trace didn't return his mouth to its former task. Instead it travelled back up her body till it found her own. Trace gently lifted her into a sitting position and he reached for her shirt pushing it off Nikki's shoulders. She felt the material slide down her back. God her back. The scars. Her mind flicked back to that moment and she instantly stiffened.
Trace felt Nikki freeze up on him. He had no idea what he'd done wrong.
Trace stepped forward and swept her hair back from her face. With one hand cupping her cheek and the other at her waist he resumed his gentle slow kiss from earlier. Nikki let her eyes close as she began to respond to Trace. He guided her backwards gently lowering her to the bed. As her head hit the soft cushioning of her mattress she felt her shoes disappear and Trace's mouth disengaged from hers.
"Lay back and relax baby girl."
He nuzzled at her neck as he slowly began to unbutton her shirt. His mouth traced a path down to her cleavage where he nibbled at the swell of her breasts. Nikki could feel the warmth of his breath through her lace bra as hi s mouth hovered over her. She knew if she opened her eyes he'd be watching her face intently with those baby blues. He'd be waiting for her to react, to give him an indication of the right path. Nikki took a deep breath forcing her breasts to rise up towards Trace's waiting mouth. That was the indication he'd been waiting for. His mouth latched onto her nipple and suckled at it through the lace.
As the wet lace rasped across her nipple Nikki let out the breath she'd been holding. The rush of air was accompanied by a slight moan.
"Music to my ears ," she could hear the smile in Trace's voice.
His mouth travelled down her stomach while his fingers busied themselves with the button and zip on her skirt. He slid the material down her legs discarding it somewhere on her bedroom floor. Trace began to massage her tired muscles starting at her calves and working his way up. The movement s of his hands were accompanied by light teasing kisses.
Nikki's body began to soften under Trace's touch. Some of the tension she now carried with her every day began to leach out of her. She forced her mind to empty and to concentrate on his touch alone. His mouth made contact with her inner thigh in a warm wet teasing kiss and began to make its way up. The ache inside her built as he teased her. His warm breath caressed her moist heat and she sucked in a breath anticipating the contact she was craving. His mouth moved away over to her other thigh to start the climb again.
Nikki's breaths came quicker as Trace's kisses moved closer to their target. His fingers teased the edge of her panties finding purchase on her skin and opening her up. She waited for him to sweep the material aside but he didn't. Instead his mouth locked onto her over the lace. His lips and tongue sought out her steadily throbbing knot of nerves. Trace used his mouth to drag the lace across her clit. The rough sensation added a little sting to his movements. Something caught in her mind, something about that sharp sting.
Nikki rocked into his mouth forcing more pressure and friction between her clit, the lace and Trace's mouth. He moaned against her. A sound like that of a man enjoying a well-earned meal. It drove her to move her hips more urgently, seeking the relief she desired. Trace's hands shifted to her hips in an effort to still her movements
"Slow down baby girl. We'll get there. Just relax and let it happen."
Nikki held still but Trace didn't return his mouth to its former task. Instead it travelled back up her body till it found her own. Trace gently lifted her into a sitting position and he reached for her shirt pushing it off Nikki's shoulders. She felt the material slide down her back. God her back. The scars. Her mind flicked back to that moment and she instantly stiffened.
Trace felt Nikki freeze up on him. He had no idea what he'd done wrong.
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