Falling For The Biker - Chapter 41: Chapter 41

Sierra’s POV
Impulsive?
Yes, but right now I was going to own it.
Maybe last night I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but right now, waking up remembering all I did while drunk, I knew I could not let it pass. I was using all the confidence I could muster to do what I was doing.
My heart raced and so was my mind. I was fortunate not to sound shaken while I spoke, but that was what he liked, right? A confident lady. One who would take the initiative. Most of his girlfriends were the ones to come to him.
I didn’t need the relationship. I might not be cut out for it. I was putting on a façade right now, and I doubted it was going to last long, but until it does so, I would use it. The look of shock spread across his face once I pulled the towel off him in one swoop.
Did I think I would be able to do that? NO.
But did I? Fuck, yes.
A subtle smile came on my face at that realization. Without giving it a second thought, I sat, leaving little to no space between my ass and his dick. “You do not know what you are doing, Sierra,” he said, and I smirked.
“Maybe I do,” I said, kissing the crook of his neck.
He pulled me off him and tried to get me off him, but I remained fixed on where I was. “You do not know what you are doing,” he said firmly.
I pressed my lips on his, guiding his hands to my waist. Prying his lips open, I licked the tip of his tongue. His grip on my waist tightened. I moved my waist lightly over his dick, carefully avoiding the tip.
I pulled away, and a smug look rested on his face as he watched me. I went off him, then turned around, pulling my hair to the side. “Help me with the zip,” I said, looking to the side.
I heard him chuckle. His fingers stroked my open back slowly before he pulled down my zip. I turned around, locking eyes with him as I pulled the sleeves off my shoulders, letting it form a pool around my legs.
He stepped back, his eyes roaming my frame. I was still in my underwear, but I was exposed in front of him right now. My hands itched to cover me up, look away, and possibly run off.
But I had gone this far. I wasn’t going to back down now. Just this once, I was going to take charge of what I wanted. Just this once and it would be over. I kept telling myself as I not only forced my hands to remain at my sides, but kept my eyes glued to his expression,
A part of me wanted to know what he truly thought of my body. I’ve only shown my body to one man all my life, and he made sure to remind me of how it was nothing. Arthur had seen numerous model bodies.
Most of them had never given birth to a child and some who have somehow still have the best bodies. I didn’t, and I knew that because I stare at myself in the mirror all the time. Arthur’s expression was unreadable as he looked at me.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me in before taking over my lips. Should I take that as a good or bad thing? Did it matter anyway? I let him lead me back to the bed. He carried me off the ground and placed me gently on the bed.
His lips came back on mine. He pressed his lips on the crook of my neck, trailing it down to my stomach. He circled my navel, then brought his face back to mine. “I underestimated you,” his breath fanned my face.
I raised a brow, confused, searching his eyes. “What are you talking about?”
He grabbed my hand and raised it over my eyes. I swallowed, seeing the tremors that filled them. I forcibly pulled my hand away from his grip, then looked away. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Shy now?” he teased, then chuckled.
I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him in. “Yes,” I didn’t deny it. Right now, I doubted I would be able to stand. Caught or not, I didn’t care. I was going to keep going.
Arthur looked surprised, but then it disappeared. “You do not have to force yourself to do anything, Sierra. Those ladies mean nothing to me,” he said, trying to reassure me.
“I’m not doing this because of them,” I said.
“Then… why?” he asked, tucking some strands of my hair behind my ear.
I could not answer. I could not tell him. He tried to pull away, but I stopped him with my hands still wrapped around his neck. “Sierra, you-” I silenced him with a kiss.
Arthur only struggled for a second before giving in. His grip became tighter on my waist as he carried me off the bed, laid down, and placed me back on him. “Are you sure about this? You don’t need to do this,” he said.
I nodded. “Very sure,” I said.
He smiled, holding my face. His eyes roamed my frame as he leaned in. “Strip!” the word filled my ears.
I was visibly taken aback. Did I hear wrong? “I’ve taken off my gown,” I managed not to stutter.
He dipped a finger between the space in my bra, giving it a single tug. “Take them off,” he firmly said.
I swallowed. Vance always had me this way and on bad days with my clothes on. “I fuck with no clothes on. Plus, you’ve seen me in full.” His eyes went to his dick I was on. “It won’t be fair, would it?”
I stayed silent. My resolve was shattering. “If you don’t want to then, there is no need for all of this. I’ll get you a dress to change,” he said, getting me off him.
He picked up his towel, wrapping it around his waist. I watched him head for the door. After all I’ve done, was I truly going to lose yet again?
NO!