Beneath His Ink (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 3) Read Online Free
Author: Sophia Hampton
it on my cock and stroke myself off with it.”
“Really? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of my hair inspiring anyone to do something like that, but when we get back to the real world and I have some conditioner and a good comb, I think you should go for it.”
He laughed deeply, and she was surprised at how that sound went right to her core. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe he’d admitted that. “That’s not what I thought you’d say.”
“What did you think I’d say?”
“Not sure… but ‘go for it’ wasn’t it.” He continued to wash her hair until he was satisfied, but then he turned her around so he could wash it all out. Moving to get a bar of soap, he lathered it in his big hands. She couldn’t see it, but she could hear how slick the soap was. She’d never been to a spa, but if this was anything like the experience you could get there, she could see why people would spend so much money to have themselves poked and rubbed by strangers.
Tyson placed his hands around her neck and began rubbing the soft suds around. Moving down to her shoulders and then her breasts, it was almost as if he was memorizing the way her body felt in his hands. She had warm water pelting her back and his deep sexy eyes along with his big firm hands exploring her front. Opening her eyes because she couldn’t not watch him, she couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped her lips. She could see the appreciation in his gaze as his eyes found hers.
“Turn around and let me get your back,” he murmured, and she did as he asked. Not wanting to turn away from his face because she loved to look at him as he pleasured her or as she gave him pleasure, she wasn’t going to stop wherever this was going. Placing his warm hands on her back, he kneaded and stroked from the top of her back to the curve of her ass. Up and down… up and down. He kept up the slow leisurely pace until he was sure she could come without much additional stimulation. She had her hands on the wall and was braced for whatever he wanted to give her.
“Hand me the conditioner.”
It took a few seconds until she realized he’d asked her something.
“What?”
“The conditioner… for your hair. Don’t you usually put some in after you wash it? I distinctively remember a few different types of bottles in the shower.” He sounded like he didn’t know much about hair supplies, but she was happy that he was trying.
She reached down to the small bottle that he’d set up on the rim of the tub and handed it to him. Watching him with his big hands trying to open that small bottle would have been humorous if she wasn’t anxious to get his hands back on her body.
“Do you need some help with that?” She loved the look of ‘fuck off I can do it’ on his face. Men. “I was just thinking of an article I read recently.”
The non-committed noise she got from him let her know that he thought she was going to give him some information he didn’t think he needed, but he surprised her.
“Really? Was it about men trying to open small bottles and the smart ass companions that have helpful suggestions?”
“No, that’s not what the article was about. It was actually about how people could use conditioner as an anal lubricant.” She tried to turn a little more to see the expression on his face, but the way he’d moved, she couldn’t see him unless she turned all the way around.
“Well that was motivating,” he chuckled as he tossed the cap outside the tub.
“It’s amazing what people will do when they have the right information that stimulates certain desires.” She stopped trying to see his face and turned toward the water stream.
“To be clear,” he said as he squeezed the conditioner into his hand. She could hear the noise the bottle made as he pushed the substance into his hand. “You are saying that you would like to try your hand at anal sex this go
“Really? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of my hair inspiring anyone to do something like that, but when we get back to the real world and I have some conditioner and a good comb, I think you should go for it.”
He laughed deeply, and she was surprised at how that sound went right to her core. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe he’d admitted that. “That’s not what I thought you’d say.”
“What did you think I’d say?”
“Not sure… but ‘go for it’ wasn’t it.” He continued to wash her hair until he was satisfied, but then he turned her around so he could wash it all out. Moving to get a bar of soap, he lathered it in his big hands. She couldn’t see it, but she could hear how slick the soap was. She’d never been to a spa, but if this was anything like the experience you could get there, she could see why people would spend so much money to have themselves poked and rubbed by strangers.
Tyson placed his hands around her neck and began rubbing the soft suds around. Moving down to her shoulders and then her breasts, it was almost as if he was memorizing the way her body felt in his hands. She had warm water pelting her back and his deep sexy eyes along with his big firm hands exploring her front. Opening her eyes because she couldn’t not watch him, she couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped her lips. She could see the appreciation in his gaze as his eyes found hers.
“Turn around and let me get your back,” he murmured, and she did as he asked. Not wanting to turn away from his face because she loved to look at him as he pleasured her or as she gave him pleasure, she wasn’t going to stop wherever this was going. Placing his warm hands on her back, he kneaded and stroked from the top of her back to the curve of her ass. Up and down… up and down. He kept up the slow leisurely pace until he was sure she could come without much additional stimulation. She had her hands on the wall and was braced for whatever he wanted to give her.
“Hand me the conditioner.”
It took a few seconds until she realized he’d asked her something.
“What?”
“The conditioner… for your hair. Don’t you usually put some in after you wash it? I distinctively remember a few different types of bottles in the shower.” He sounded like he didn’t know much about hair supplies, but she was happy that he was trying.
She reached down to the small bottle that he’d set up on the rim of the tub and handed it to him. Watching him with his big hands trying to open that small bottle would have been humorous if she wasn’t anxious to get his hands back on her body.
“Do you need some help with that?” She loved the look of ‘fuck off I can do it’ on his face. Men. “I was just thinking of an article I read recently.”
The non-committed noise she got from him let her know that he thought she was going to give him some information he didn’t think he needed, but he surprised her.
“Really? Was it about men trying to open small bottles and the smart ass companions that have helpful suggestions?”
“No, that’s not what the article was about. It was actually about how people could use conditioner as an anal lubricant.” She tried to turn a little more to see the expression on his face, but the way he’d moved, she couldn’t see him unless she turned all the way around.
“Well that was motivating,” he chuckled as he tossed the cap outside the tub.
“It’s amazing what people will do when they have the right information that stimulates certain desires.” She stopped trying to see his face and turned toward the water stream.
“To be clear,” he said as he squeezed the conditioner into his hand. She could hear the noise the bottle made as he pushed the substance into his hand. “You are saying that you would like to try your hand at anal sex this go