Fuck, he’s so warm.
After milking everything I can out of him, the walls of my pussy give one last spasm around his cock and we both still. Savoring this brief moment of freedom.
Then, as quickly as it came, it disappears again.
The craving slowly begins to slither back in.
Coy makes the first move. Pulling back, he slides out of my body and a gush of warm wetness leaks out of me.
We both glance down and my cheeks burn with heat.
This has never happened before…
“Jesus,” Coy groans and then he’s sweeping me into his arms.
Picking me up, he carries me into the bathroom and sets me down on the counter.
My heart feeling as raw as my throat, I watch him silently as he moves around the bathroom. And again, I’m struck by how much he’s changed since I first met him. How much he’s grown.
A year ago, he was tall and lean, almost skinny. Now he’s covered in so much muscle his black shirt strains against his pecs.
Maybe I should buy him some new shirts. I don’t think he’s even aware of his new size.
Grabbing a washcloth out of a drawer, he soaks it under the sink faucet before wringing it out and carrying it over to me.
Nudging my legs open, he steps into me. My blush burns even hotter and I have to look away, unable to watch as I spread myself open for him.
Exposed.
With him, I’m always fucking exposed.
I stare at the wall, tense and waiting for him to clean me. To wipe away the aftermath of what we did.
After a couple of minutes, when nothing happens, I peek over at him to see him staring intently between my thighs.
My first instinct is to snap my legs shut, and I give into it.
With a soft growl, he grabs me by the knees and pulls them back open.
“Coy...” I protest.
Jaw clenched, he tosses the wet washcloth away.
Then his fingers are on me, working and rubbing his cum in.
“Oh my god, Coy, stop,” I whine.
He’s torturing my poor, over-sensitive clit.
Dark head bent down, eyes still locked between my thighs, he asks, “Why? I’m just marking what’s mine…”
“Because…” I gasp and try to squirm away from him. “Because I have to go.”
His head snaps up and I watch pain quickly followed by anger flash across his eyes.
“No, you don’t,” he snaps and focuses all of his attention on my clit. “You’re staying right here with me, Allie.”
“I do,” I half-whine, half-beg as I twist away from his torturous digits. “You know I have to go. My parents will notice if I’m not there when they get back.”
“Fuck them,” he growls and pinches my clit. “You belong right here.”
“Dammit, Coy!” I cry out, arching my spine and gripping the counter as a bolt of intense sensation courses through my body. “You know they’ll call the fucking police again!”
“I don’t fucking care,” he insists and redoubles his efforts, his fingers working me with an almost inhuman speed.
“You… you might not,” I struggle to say as the pleasure inside me grows. Fuck, I’m going to come again and this time it’s going to hurt. “But your dad and brothers will when they trash the clubhouse again.”
Peering up at him, panting, my eyes plead with him to release me.
If he doesn’t stop now, we won’t stop. We’ll keep going all night and be totally fucked.
Coy makes a sound of disgust and tears himself away just as I almost reach my peak.
Shaking and trembling, I squeeze my knees together and watch him start to pace.
There’s so much malevolent energy rolling off him right now the air seems to buzz with it, and I find myself holding my breath.
“Goddammit!” he suddenly roars and punches the tile wall.
Punches it so fucking hard, he leaves blood smeared all over it.
“Coy!” I gasp and jump off the counter.
Grabbing him by the wrist, I look down at his bloody, busted-up knuckles and feel so much sadness welling up inside me I almost can’t contain it.
It always ends like this lately. Whenever we finally get to be together, it always ends with me pissing him off because I can’t stay.
Coy is only a couple of months older than me, but ever since he turned eighteen and started prospecting into the club, it’s like he’s suddenly in a rush for us to settle down, get married, and start a family.
“Fuck, Allie… I’m sorry, don’t cry, baby,” he says as a tear breaks free and rolls down my cheek.
Closing my eyes, I will all the tears and despair back. I will not breakdown in front of him, I refuse to.
Wrapping me up in his arms, Coy pulls me close and hugs me against his chest.
“I’m sorry, too,” I choke out before I finally get a grip on myself.
This shit, it’s only temporary.
Remembering that, I feel a little better.
We’ve already survived six months of my parent’s trying to keep us apart, what’s a little more time?
I let Coy hold me for much longer than I should. Forgetting for a few moments why I shouldn’t as I press my ear against him and listen to the thumping beats of his heart.
I soak up all his warmth, soak up the now.
With the clock ticking louder and louder in my ears, I force myself to gather up every ounce of willpower I have and gently push him away.
“Two more weeks,” I say, looking up at him.
Only two more weeks and I’ll be eighteen. I’ll be free from my overbearing parents and anyone else who wants to stop me from being with Coy.
I let my eyes feast on all the little details of his face, burning them into my brain for later.
When the loneliness threatens to consume me.
The dark scruff covering his jaw. The sharp lines of his cheeks. His lips… full lips that kiss me so hard they shatter me.
And those eyes.
Dark, fiery eyes that always cut straight through me, cut to my very core.
“Two weeks too fucking long,” he grumbles.
“You say that now, but wait until you can’t get rid of me,” I try to tease.
Fuck, for once I want to walk out of here on a good note.
“Never,” he declares vehemently and pulls me back into his arms. “I’m never letting you get away. I fucking marked you, woman. You’re mine.”
Chapter Two
Coy
Gremlin bustin’ in right in the middle of me fucking my woman has my nerves frayed as shit. I already don’t get to spend enough time with Allie as it is, but him fucking burstin’ in to remind me we gotta go out to work pissed me the fuck off.
Not at him or the club, but at the thought that Allie and I will have to fucking split apart again. I have to put up with this shit because of her fucking uptight, dickhead parents.
And all this time apart is fucking killing me.
Never have I seen a pair of more uptight people in my life. Her parents act like just because I’m not rich, I don’t deserve to breathe the same damn air as Allie. Fuck, if they only knew we’re gettin’ married as soon as she hits eighteen, they’d probably have heart attacks.
Fuck, if they knew we’re fucking, they’d probably hire someone to take my ass out. Then again, since we’re the only ones around here that would do the work, I don’t think that’s gonna happen.