Mate by the Music Read Online Free

Hasn’t turned up for work in a week. The last night I spoke to him, he planned on going here.”
    “Maybe he took a vacation. I hear it’s good for the soul.”
    She had a tight body with an ass he wanted to squeeze, but the sound of her voice alone made his cock so fucking tight, it might explode from staring at her. His mouth watered. She’d become his favorite sexual fantasy in a matter of seconds.
    She dropped to her knees in front of him and before he could ask her what the hell was going on, she’d taken the zipper of his leather pants in her teeth. “Hmm.” The sexy sound was loud enough to be heard over the music, but quiet enough to give the impression of a husky whisper. “I love the scent of used leather and I love the way you smell through it.”
    “What?”
    Does she really intend to blow me right there in the middle of the bar ?
    She tugged his pants until they bunched around his ankles. “I think you need to relax. Then we can talk.”
    “Here?” His voice squeaked. “Anyone could walk in.”
    “Not much call for a biker bar in the rain. You’re my only customer tonight. Gunther’s going to be pissed at the wasted night, and I don’t much care for my tips either. I’m only filling in tonight because our regular girl has gone and gotten herself hitched. Guess it’s your lucky day.” She swung her brown hair over her shoulders and stroked his cock. “Or I could stop, if you’d prefer.”
    He would not prefer. He glanced at the door then back down at Nancy on her knees.
    I could run to the door and lock it .
    Like she’d read his mind, she spoke, “If you go anywhere, the offer expires.” Her blue eyes twinkled.
    So, the lady liked to play dangerously, did she? All right. Why not ? “I’d have to be a jackass to turn this down.”
    “Then don’t be one.”
    She yanked on his briefs and his cock jumped free. He inhaled a deep breath. It had to be the most surreal moment of his entire life. He’d come in a fury to the bar to locate Stark, who had gone missing, and now here Scott stood, pant-less, in the middle of the dance floor, getting ready to have his dick sucked. His life had never been more odd…or exciting.
    Nancy licked the top of his cock, and metal brushed his skin. S he has a pierced tongue ! He groaned.
    “You’re large.” She licked her lips again like she’d done behind the bar. “I love big.”
    “Um. That’s good.” There was no forming a coherent sentence without sounding like a dumbass.
    He didn’t have to because Nancy didn’t hold back. Her hot mouth opened and she took him deep in her throat. He’d had his share of his blowjobs over the years, but none like that. She seemed to enjoy it as much as he did, not acting as though she wished to be three seconds away from wanting to be done with the experience as the women in his past had.
    She moaned and swirled her tongue over him. Again, the metal ring startled him. The combination of everything the little woman was doing deserved to be outlawed.
    He closed his eyes, forgetting all about the unlocked door, wishing the moment would never end. She gave him head, her moans loud enough to be heard over the music. Over and over, she thrust and licked until his cock threatened to explode. Time had no meaning—he might have stood minutes, hours, or days. His orgasm plowed through him, his balls rock hard. She licked every drop of him.
    Letting go, she scooted backward, staring up at him with heat in her eyes. His knees nearly buckled and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed to stay upright.
    God . In her post-coital glow, Nancy defined beauty. With her hair slightly messy, she appeared younger, less hard than she had earlier. Maybe vulnerable would be the right word. The need to kiss her pushed him to tug her upward.
    He bent over, their lips inches apart. Eventually she shoved her palm over his mouth.
    “No. Not yet, motorcycle man. You’ve not yet earned the right to kiss me.”
    “Really?” His