“I’m gonna cum,” he says, and I appreciate the warning, but I already knew. And I’m ready.
Or I thought I was.
He cums hard, his whole body hard like a stone before going soft with release. And I try to swallow as much as I can, but it’s too much and tickles as it dribbles down my neck.
I lay by his side, watching him as he recovers, sliding my hand up and down his hard abs and chest, getting my fill of the soft hardness of his skin.
He opens his eyes and fixes them on me. Gratitude, amazement, satisfaction, and lust are swirling in them, pulling me in.
“That was amazing,” he says.
I grin. “And I hope you’re ready for more. Because I sure am.”
He chuckles and pulls me close. “I’ll always be ready for more with you. Don’t you worry.”
Colt
I wake up to her kisses on my neck, softer than the softest breeze yet powerful enough to wake a tornado of lust. Already I feel the outer winds of it rising. I keep my eyes closed, so as not to interrupt this private moment of hers. Sure, I’m part of it, a huge part actually, the focus, but still it’s all her. And I love the attention.
I thought I cared about the women I’ve been with before her, but it’s nothing like this connection I share with Brenda. That wasn’t caring. This is. I want her all the time, I think about her all the time, and it all seems like it’s been like that for all time already. Weird. Right and exactly how it should be, but weird.
“I know you’re awake,” she whispers into my ear, right before taking my earlobe between her teeth and sending a whoosh of desire through me so hot, it’s actually cold.
“And I’m happy you are,” she says and snuggles closer. “I missed your voice in the dark.”
I cup her ass in my hand and pull her to me. “I’m here now.”
“So there’s no need for us to talk anymore, you mean?” she asks, raising her head so she’s looking down on me. I swear the whole Milky Way is shining bright in her night-sky eyes. I’m cursing my stupidity and inability for not being capable of thinking before speaking and not for the first time.
“That’s not what I meant,” I explain hastily, but she just smiles softly and gives me an even softer kiss, just lips, no tongue.
She’s such a wild creature when she’s in the throes of passion, so ready to come and feel good. I don’t really know this soft woman she is right now. But I want to know her. Despite being sure I want it fast and hard and all the time when it comes to sex, I’m not so sure anymore.
Then she kisses me harder, her tongue looking for mine, and she climbs on top of me. Her pussy is wet and ready, cool against my raging hard cock. I change my mind again as she guides my cock right where she wants it, deep inside her. She’s a pro at riding a cock, there are no two ways about it. And as she slides up and down my cock, gyrating her hips just so to let me feel every inch of her velvety softness, I forget all else. Or remember everything more like. So much it’s all just a jumbled mess of pleasure and feeling good, too dense to unpack, too good to try to.
I play with her bouncing perky breasts, slide my hands down her stomach and up her back as she does her thing for both of us. I don’t last long, I can’t, not with her. And I don’t have to, because there’ll be more after this. And better. If that’s even possible.
She comes with me, her moonlight-bathed body frozen as the ecstasy of her own orgasm overwhelms her too. She’s like a goddess from a storybook, perfect and timeless, but oh, so dirty and wild too, and I love the combination. There’s just no other word for it than that.
This time, I didn’t forget my duty to the MC. Or, more like, I would’ve forgotten, but I had the foresight to set the alarm clock for five AM before I even knocked on her door.
The shrill beeping that wakes me is the most unwelcome and jarring sound I’ve ever heard. But necessary.
“What the fuck is that noise?” she mumbles with her eyes still closed as I try to unwind my body from hers to turn it off.
I’m wide awake by the time I finally manage to stumble out of bed and turn it off.
Her eyes are open to slits when I turn back to her, and they’re not happy.
“Do you have to go again?” she asks, sitting up, her breasts bouncing so enticingly I almost blurt out no and jump back under the warm sheets with her.
“Not yet,” I say instead, tossing the phone onto the pile of my clothes on the floor. “But we have to talk.”
She sits up straighter, her back as rigid as a board all of a sudden. “Is that so?” she says challengingly. “Is this where you tell me we won’t be seeing each other anymore?”
There’s something very wild and very fragile in her voice.
“It’s nothing like that,” I tell her as I walk back to her and try to cup her cheek. But she moves back from my hand, an angry challenge still in her eyes.
“What then?” she asks. “I get to spend another four days alone in this motel room waiting for you.”
It was so much easier to speak on the phone, I realize. Not better. Nothing’s better than her in the same room as me. But easier.
I perch on the edge of the bed, wishing I’d rehearsed what I’m supposed to tell her at least a little bit before coming here, but setting that alarm clock was as close as I could get to thinking about this morning last night.
“My MC president…well, I…I have a favor to ask,” I stammer out.
Her eyes are very wide and kinda judgy. “You want to use me? Sell me out to some MC to get ahead?”
Where the fuck is this aggression coming from? What the fuck do I say? Those are pretty much the only two things in my mind. I’ve never been good with words. Or anything.
I reach out to cup her cheek, to comfort her, show her that using her is the farthest thing from my mind, that I don’t even know what she means by it. But she leans back, her eyes still flashing in midnight black anger. So I awkwardly stroke her upper arm, which is the only part of her body I can reach. I doubt she’d appreciate me getting any close to her.
“I don’t want to use you,” I say dumbly. “It’s just a favor.”
“So I can say no?” she snaps.
I’m pretty sure she can read off my face that that’s not a very viable option, because she scoffs and wraps her arms tight over her naked breasts.
“Why would you say no?” I ask, only realizing my mistake as she pierces me with her angry look.
“I’ve been used hard by MC presidents in the past. Not so long ago, one of them almost had me killed, so I’m not in any kind of hurry to get tangled up with another club. I’m sure you can understand that.”
Well, now I do.
“But it wouldn’t be like that,” I say. “We just need some information. You wouldn’t have to do anything, and we’d be in your debt. I’d be in your debt.”
The last part is God’s honest truth, and even though I can’t be one-hundred percent sure that Cross would feel the same way, I kinda am anyway.
She’s still glaring at me, but her eyes are kinda glassy, like I’m looking into one of those orbs you shake and snow falls. Only it’s night in her eyes and nothing’s moving.