His words are like nails on a chalkboard to my ears and I am beyond the point of frustration. I charge at him until we’re suddenly nose-to-nose. “This mission might not be personal and it may seem futile to you at this moment, but it’s extremely personal for me. And even more so Aria. You’re always acting as if everything is some kind of damn joke. One day you will have an old lady, and when that day comes, brother, I sure as hell hope you never have to endure anything like the rest of us have.” He stops chewing as a stunned look crosses his face. I spit on the ground next to his feet before bringing my facial position right back to where it originally started. “And I mean that shit in the most humblest of ways.” I do honestly, but right now I have an unquenchable thirst for blood and I am doing my absolute best to keep myself from quenching it on one of my brothers.
“Enough!” Rogue interrupts. “Emotions are high and nerves are on end. It’s understandable. But if you girls wanna lash out at one another, save it for after we’ve found and obliterated the intended target, huh?”
Fox steps backwards, throwing his hands up in defeat and I heed Rogue’s subtle warning and head back to my bike. “Waiting until tomorrow isn’t what I’d like obviously, but I guess you’re right, Pres.” It physically pains me to admit this seeing as how badly I want vengeance in this moment. “But know this, I will never stop seeking justice for Aria and it will become a daily mission for me until this fucker is found. Not trying to overstep my boundaries, but I think any one of you would feel the same if you were in my shoes.”
Echoes and mumbles of my brothers are vocalized in agreement. “Wouldn’t expect anything less,” Rogue begins. “He will not go unpunished for this, that I can assure you. But at this point, we’re getting nowhere fast. The little prick wants to play hide-and-seek, so we’ll just have to show him that when it comes to games, we’re much better at them than he is. He’s a coward, and cowards always get found. Why? Because they’re also dumb as a sack of rocks. Now, let’s get back to the clubhouse, check on the women, eat, get some rest. I do advise, but not require that we all stay as a unit tonight at the clubhouse. Meeting in my office tomorrow morning at seven in the morning. Now, let’s roll out.”
The thought of that sick freak being out here somewhere makes my blood boil. But, I take some small comfort in knowing that his time is quickly coming to an end. I need to see Aria. I need to know that she’s okay, or that she’s gonna be okay. There’s still the matter of Shifter, but what I have in mind probably won’t fly where Rogue’s concerned. But, if I’m lucky, I’ll at least get to play a role in his punishment also.
Once we’re back at the clubhouse, each of us scan the common room for our women. When I don’t see Aria, I can feel the vein in my neck begin to bulge. “Where the fuck is Aria?” I question Pyro who was sitting with the other old ladies.
He stands and faces me. “Taking a shower last I knew.” His head turns to the hallway where our rooms are located before he turns back and fixates his eyes on mine. “PeeWee scouted the room, checked all the windows and under any furniture. Your door’s open, brother and I’m right here, too. PeeWee’s been calling out her name every few seconds or so making sure he gets a response. Rogue requested the women be sequestered in here, but Aria begged for a shower. She was covered in blood, man. I couldn’t blame her, especially after everything she just went through. So, this was the plan we came up with. You’re here now, be my guest, go check on your woman.”
Taking in a deep breath, I know what he’s saying makes sense and I don’t and won’t blame Aria one bit for wanting to wash any remnants of that slime ball off her. Now, I almost feel bad for not suggesting the plan myself, but all that was on my mind was sweet revenge. Giving him a shoulder slap, I say, “Thanks, brother. I’ll go relieve PeeWee from guard duty. Appreciate ya for looking after my woman. Oh, and we’ve got mandatory church in Pres’ office at seven in the morning sharp.”
“Hey, man,” I say as I come to my door. “You can go on down and join everyone else. I’m gonna be with Aria for the rest of the evening.” PeeWee salutes me as he turns around and heads back down the hallway. Walking into the bedroom, my senses are assaulted by the fresh lavender permeating the air from her body wash. This smell brings back a lot of great memories from when we first got together. She’s always used the same brand with that scent. I made sure to stock up on it when she returned, I want her to have the things that’ve always made her feel special. She went without for a long time, never gonna happen again.
“Aria!” I call out her name before entering the bathroom, not wanting to catch her off guard and scare her.
“I’m getting out now!” she hollers back, so I go and sit on the bed giving her some time to get out and dressed.
The bathroom door opens and I see my woman dressed only in a towel, while using another one to dry her long locks. Her skin glistens around her chest area and cleavage causing my cock to twitch. I need her. I want her and I crave to be inside of her. I’m a man, so I’m a horny motherfucker by nature, but something about everything that’s happened today is beckoning a primal need for me to be one with her.
“I’m so glad you’re back.” Between the soft grin she shoots in my direction and the sincerity dancing in her eyes, she threatens to melt even more of my icy-cold heart. “Any luck?” she asks, and I can hear the shift in her tone as it becomes thick with hesitation.
Standing, I make my way toward her as I shake my head and prepare to comfort and ease her worry. “We will find him. He will never hurt you or anyone else again. That, I am promising you now.” Placing my hands on the sides of her head, I pull her forehead to my lips and press them firmly against it. I watch as her eyes close and her body eases into my promise and affection. “We’ve got church in the morning and we’re all staying here tonight as a precaution. I’m gonna grab myself a quick shower and I’ll meet you in bed. I’m leaving this bathroom door open, though. Hell, probably the shower curtain too.” She feigns a small giggle when I say this. I can tell she’s putting up a much stronger front than what she’s battling inside. But, I’m not joking, I’d rather clean up a water mess from the floor than take my eyes from her long enough for anything else to happen to her. Smacking her butt, I tell her, “Five minutes and I’ll be all yours.”
Aria
Barely taking my eyes from Hawke, I throw on one of his old t-shirts. Even after everything that’s happened today, I find myself needing him. I want to feel his hands on my body. I’ve already washed away the blood and filth that is Bobby Kelson from my body; now I need Sandman to reclaim it as his own. Maybe I’m fucked up for thinking or needing this in the moment, but my body seems to agree with me as I feel my clit ache to make contact with his cock. Watching him clean his body with that washcloth has me damn envious of it. My eyes never leave him as I crawl onto the bed and watch the show unfold before me. Every once in a while he glances up to look at me only to find me gawking. He grins and I watch as he lowers the cloth and begins to stroke his dick with it and with each spread of the soap suds, it grows. Fuck, I want, no need to feel him inside me now. Lowering my hand, I reach between my thighs until the tips of my finger make contact with my nub and I begin to rub it in tiny circular motions.
“Oh no you don’t,” he admonishes me as he catches me in the act. “You better not come yet, Aria,” he finishes as he rinses the soap from his hair and body. Gripping his already stiff cock, his eyes turn dark as he gently strokes his length asking, “You need me as bad as I’m wanting you?”
It’s all I can do to keep myself from spilling over the edge of sweet release as he does and asks that. Removing my fingers from pleasuring myself, I swallow hard as I nod. I’m his, at his complete mercy and I will do whatever is absolutely necessary in this moment to not screw it up.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he orders me, stepping from the shower, quickly blotting his body with the towel. “I only asked that you don’t come yet.” His cock is still hard and his grip still running from base to ti
p as he pleasures himself. “You will let me be a part of your release,” he finishes as he approaches me stopping inside the door jam.
Feeling bold, I turn to where my lower half of my body faces where he’s standing inside of the bathroom door. Spreading my legs wide, I take off my T-shirt and let it fall to the bed. One hand goes to my clit while the other comes up and circles the areola on my breast before sliding up to my nipple, pinching it and rolling it. “This what you want, Sandman?” My breath hitches with a quick inhale as a wave of pleasure shoots from my clit to my breast.
“Spread your legs wider.” The dominating commanding tone he uses causes goosebumps to break out on my skin. Every hair on my arms stands on end with need. My pussy begins to drip and my ministrations on my swollen nub intensify. “Fuck that’s beautiful,” he says to me as his hand moves up and down, his dick head swollen and precum leaking from the tip. I’m one hundred percent mesmerized by watching his pace quicken. “Enough. Come put your mouth on me,” he commands. Hesitantly, I remove my finger from where it was inching towards my opening and slide it up my belly. I feel the trail of wetness follow the tip of my finger upwards. “I’m gonna lick every inch of that off of you,” he informs me causing me to moan. As I curl up, my legs spread wider showing him my slickness, my readiness, how much I need and desire him. There is no hiding the glistening as it slides downwards as I sit up.
In the sexiest way I know how, I slowly slide down the bed and land on my knees. Seductively, I lower my hands to the ground and begin crawling towards him, making sure to put a little sway into my hips. “Fuck, baby. You’re so sexy and dick throbbingly delicious, that you could turn a priest into a sexual deviant. Stop playing around and get those fat, pink lips wrapped around my cock.” My eyes stay glued to his big dick as it stands jutted out. He’s long, thick and mouthwatering. “The way you look at my dick as if it’s your last meal has me ready to fuck that hot wet carnivorous mouth of yours.” Something unintelligible leaves me as I finally come face-to-face with his cock. I stick my tongue out and lap up the bead of cum sitting on the tip of his dick. His unique, masculine flavor bursts on my tongue and my natural instinct takes over. I hum as I take his length into my mouth and go as far as my gag reflex will allow. What length I can’t fit, I use my other hand to jerk him off with. He doesn’t allow me control of the situation for long before his hands wrap in my hair and he begins shifting his hips forward and backward, fucking my mouth. I breathe deeply in and out of my nose while he invades my jaw’s width with his deep, harsh thrust. My mouth can’t open any wider to allow all of him, but he pushes my hands away from his base. “Play time’s over, Aria. You had your chance. Now, you get to sit back and take what I give you.” There’s a pleasurable hitch to his voice letting me know he’s not as in control of himself as he’s attempting to lead me to believe.
He pumps only a few times before pulling out of me. I stick my tongue out; lick him from root to tip, needing one more taste before I give my body over to him. “I love the taste of you on my tongue,” I tell him, licking my lips as I look up at him from underneath my eyelashes. I know that this move is one that weakens him at the knees.
“My turn,” is all that leaves his mouth as he places his hands under my armpits; lifting me up onto my feet. He does this easily, as if I weigh no more than a feather. Spinning us both around, he marches me backwards until my back is against the wall. This time, he hits his knees and it takes everything I have to stay upright at the visual of him. He looks like a statuesque Greek god, picture perfect, and all mine. I want to worship at his feet, lick him from toe to head. The woman in me wants to mark him in every way humanly possible to let all the hussies of the world know he’s taken. All mine, and I refuse to share him with the rest of the female population. He was my first, and he will be my last. Hawke leans forward, his nose lands on my stomach and he sniffs the trail where my come has dried. His tongue sneaks out and he follows the same path his nose just took. He starts between my breasts and stops at my pubic bone before lifting his eyes up at me. He smirks then the tip of his tongue lightly circles my swollen clit. That mere, basic, easy graze, makes my eyes cross and stomach flutter.
“More,” I wheeze out. Desire imbedded in the way I vocalize this; unquestionable need buried in my tone. That one simple word says it all.
“Doesn’t feel good to be teased. Does it?” He snakes out his tongue once again and swipes me from bottom to top. Hawke taunts me a few more times before burying his face between my legs, devouring me like I’m the sweetest morsel that’s ever crossed his lips. I throw my head back and hiss out muddled words, begging, pleading with him to let me come. He pulls back every time I ask; as soon as my panting eases, he dives back in driving me crazy.
“Please, I need to come,” I try again. He goes to stand up, and as he does, his elbows lock under my knees and my body raises with him.
“Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on. I’m gonna ride you long and hard. I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name, but your body will always remember who it belongs to.” I love it when he’s passionate, protective, yet commanding in the bedroom. Never treating me like an antique fixture that could break with the wrong touch. I don’t feel like a victim when I’m nestled firmly in his arms; I’m a survivor, strong and unbreakable. When he has me placed where he wants me, my pelvis securely placed between his hips, he swivels his hips, the tip of his cock hitting my clit perfectly. My pussy lips spread wide open when his girth settles between them. “This what you want?”
“You know it’s not,” I purr, enticing him. His pupils dilate from the sound.
“No? Then tell me what it is you want from me.” He glides back and forth, my pussy growing wetter with every skim, connecting perfectly with my nub.
“I need you inside of me.” My plea comes out raspy.
He snakes his hand between us, sliding down my midsection and inserts two digits into my soaking pussy. “Like this?” His head is buried in my neck as his lips graze my sensitive skin.
“No.” My whine causes him to chuckle. I wish I had the cognitive thoughts to tell him what I need from him. My mind is reeling, my tongue is swollen in my mouth from biting on it as he teased me and made a meal of me.
“You want my cock? You want me to bury it deep inside of your drenched pussy? You want me to own you?” His hot breath tickles the lobe of my ear. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I raspily say, hoping he senses the urgency in my tone.
He mocks me, “Yes? Yes what?” His teeth go between nibbling on my ear and the juncture of where my neck and shoulder meet.
“Yes, I want your cock inside of me, owning me, buried to the hilt.” I think I answered them all, but if not fuck it. I hope it’s enough to satisfy his need to hear me verbalize exactly what I want. Instead of speaking another word, he shifts his hips back and the head of his cock hits my entrance perfectly. He glides inside of me and I lose my breath momentarily, I always do when he initially enters me. He’s not a small built man, my body always takes a minute or two to get used to his invasion. Inadvertently, I embed my nails into his skin, but once my body adjusts, I loosen my hold on him. I would say sorry, but the satisfied smirk on his face lets me know no apologies are needed. “Yes,” I whimper out at the satisfaction of his penetration.
“So tight,” he rebuts. “You fit me like a glove. A warm, wet, mitt.” He hisses as he begins his reign of assault on my muff. I can feel myself widen to accept him with his every forward thrust. He was designed and developed by a higher power; constructed perfectly for me. He laces his fingers in my hair pulling my head down, he attacks my lips with his own. He swallows my whimpers while making sure his cock hits my g-spot just right. With the hand still on my hip, he tilts me up to ensure that with every shift of his dick, he hits that spot with perfection. He bottoms out, his balls slapping my ass, and it’s all I can do to keep from combusting, swallowing his cock whole with my inside walls as they clamp around him.
“Harder,” I plead with him as I rip my lips from his. “Please, I need more.” His grip tightens and my head becomes stiff and still as he looks me dead in the eyes. His hips begin pounding into me with a punishing pace. “I’m gonna; I’m gonna come!” I scream out.
“Come. Squeeze my cock and milk the cum from my balls. I want to mark you with my scent, I want to coat your insides. I need to own every inch of you.” His words cause me to spiral out of control, I clamp down on his dick as I begin screaming out his name. He thrusts a few more times before his head collapses on my shoulder.
“I’m gonna bundle you up in bubble wrap,” he pants. “Can’t let you out of my sight, not for awhile. This isn’t a request.” He pulls his head back and looks me dead in the eyes. “I’m not playing, today was too much. I wasn’t close enough to save you.”
“I can’t stay inside of this clubhouse for the rest of my life,” I state.
“Swear to Christ, woman. I’ll chain you to my bed if you try to leave before I’m ready,” he declares with no humor laced in his voice.
“You about to go all Neanderthal on me, Hawke?” His eye twitches when I use his name. I know it’s a thorn of contention for him, but he’s always been Hawke to me. I’ll respect him in front of his brothers and other peers, but when we’re alone in the comfort of our bedroom, I will use his given name.
“Not about to, I’m laying down some ground rules. These are non-negotiable, Aria. Your safety and well-being comes first. I need you to do this without argument.”
“What if I promise to stay inside the gates of the compound until you catch Bobby? That’s as far as I’m willing to go. I need to get my freedom and independence back, Hawke. I can’t be scared of my own shadow and watch over my shoulder the rest of my life.”
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