When Cillian made a move to get onto the bed with her, Viv held up her hand to stop him. “Give me a minute,” she said, giving him back his words. She looked him up and down, letting her eyes rest on his rather impressive erection. He palmed his cock, stroking his shaft and she nearly lost her mind. Viv was consumed with lust and all she wanted was to feel him pumping deep inside her body.
Finally, when she couldn’t take any more of his teasing, she went up on her knees and reached for him. “Please, Cillian,” she whispered. “I need you.” He didn’t seem to need any further invitation, climbing onto her bed. He lowered her back down to the mattress, covering her body with his own. He kissed his way into her mouth, and just when she thought she couldn’t take waiting any longer, he thrust into her core without any further warning. She moaned at the sensation of being filled by him, thrusting her hips to meet his, trying to take more of him.
“God,” he whispered. “You feel so fecking good, honey.” Viv reached up to frame his beautiful face with her hands, loving the tender way he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.
“You do too, Cillian,” she said.
“It makes me so hot when you say my name,” he admitted. “No one has called me by my real name in so long.”
Viv smiled up at him, “Cillian,” she whispered. He moaned, pulling his cock almost completely free from her pussy and slamming back in. “Cillian,” she said. Viv leaned into his body, gently kissing his lips, loving the way he pumped in and out of her core. He took what he needed from her and gave her exactly what she wanted. It was almost as if he could read her mind and knew what she needed. When Viv was on the edge, ready to fall, Cillian reached his big hand between their bodies, running the pad of his thumb over her clit until she felt as though she was flying. She fell and he was right there to catch her.
He pumped in and out of her body with a new fury and when he came, it was her name he whispered over and over again until he collapsed on top of her limp body. “That was—” Viv wasn’t quite sure how to finish her sentence. She wanted to say wonderful but that sounded so cheesy. She tried to think of another adjective that could completely describe what had just happened between the two of them but she was at a loss.
“Please tell me that was okay,” Cillian begged. He was lying next to her, watching her as if his entire existence depended on her answer and she couldn’t help her giggle.
“It was so much better than okay,” she admitted.
“Thank God,” he breathed. “I was afraid I was so out of touch, I’d forgotten how to fuck,” he said.
“No.” Viv turned to her side, wrapping her leg over his. “You didn’t forget how to fuck, Cillian. I’m betting that time only made you better at it.”
He nodded and smiled, “Well, when you have nothing else to think about while sitting in prison, you tend to compile quite a playlist of sexy scenes in your imagination. I can’t tell you how many times I thought about meeting someone like you and doing this while I was sat there, waiting.”
Viv couldn’t imagine. Even when she was between boyfriends, she at least had her trusty vibrator to get her through. “It must have been very lonely for you,” she whispered and cuddled into his side.
“Yeah, but it was what I had to do. I did the crime and even though they made an example of me and gave me extra time, I felt as though I deserved it. Prison saved me in a lot of ways,” he said.
“How so?” Viv asked. She was past the point of worrying that she sounded too nosey with all her questions, now that they had fallen into bed together.
“It took me away from a life that was wrong for me. I was trying to join a club whose members didn’t care about me or my well-being. I would have ended up dead or worse, in prison for murder if I hadn’t gotten away from them. The guys from Savage Hell had my back while I was away. They’re a club who cared about me and not just what I could do for them. They are my brothers—all of them. Not just the ones still back in that place but the ones on the outside.”
“But, you can’t hang out with them because it violates your parole,” she reminded.
“Yeah,” he said. “I have two years of parole and if I behave, I’ll be able to do what I want. Not being able to hang out at my club is turning out to be harder than I thought it would be.”
“So, you can’t even talk to them—it’s an all or nothing deal?” Viv asked.
“Yes and no,” Cillian said. “I can’t be seen in church or with any of the guys who’ve served time.”
“Church?” she asked.
“It’s what we call our meeting place—biker’s church.” Cillian’s smile was sad and Viv wished there was something more she could do to help him out.
“Why not just hang out with the ones who haven’t been to prison?” she questioned.
Cillian barked out his laugh, “Honey— we are a club of one-percenters and military misfits,” he said as if she would know exactly what he meant.
“I have no clue what that means, Cillian.”
“It means that most of the guys in my club are felons and have done some time on the inside. There is one guy—Savage, he’s our leader. He’s never been to prison so he’s on my approved list of people I can see. He’s the one who met me the day I got out and took me back to stay with his family. When I told him I needed to be on my own, he was the one who found me that shitty motel to rent. He was trying to help me find a job but he’s got a lot going on himself. He’s one of my best friends and more than that—he’s my brother.”
“Well, this Savage guy sounds pretty awesome,” she said. “To help you out like that. I’d like to meet him sometime.”
Cillian shrugged. “Sure,” he said. “He and his husband and wife don’t live far from here. Maybe we could all get together sometime. But, for now—” Cillian rolled her on top of his body, causing her to squeal. “How about we find some other way to distract ourselves?” Cillian swatted her ass and she smiled down at him.
“I like the way you think,” she teased, grinding her pussy against his already erect cock. “You’re ready again?” she questioned.
“I have a lot of time to make up for, Honey. You up for that?” Viv pretended to consider his request and he swatted her ass again, this time making her yelp.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Good,” he grunted and pulled her down to kiss him. It was going to be a hell of a lot of fun helping Cillian to make up for lost time.
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Viv spent the night tangled up with Cillian’s demanding needs and by the time the sun had come up, she had barely slept a wink. She carefully extracted herself from Cillian’s big body and pulled on his t-shirt. She padded down to the kitchen to find last night’s dinner dishes still piled in the sink. She started the coffee pot and pulled on her dish gloves, refilling the sink with hot, soapy water. Someone pounded on her front door, scaring the life out of her. She dropped one of her dinner plates into the sink and it broke.
“Just fucking perfect,” she complained. She took off her rubber gloves and walked down the hallway to the front door, grumbling to herself the whole way. She didn’t bother to check out the peephole and threw open the door to find a man standing on the other side.