Rebel Wayfarers MC Boxset 3

by MariaLisa deMora

  “Juanita,” he began, then lost his train of thought as her hand stroked him. Her mouth moved against his, and he remembered to kiss her, feeling her tongue spear between his lips. He sucked firmly, dragging a moan from her, then kissed her hard, her head angling to accommodate. “Honey,” he started again, pulling back. Need to tell her. Explain. She stroked him again, and he lost the thought, his hips instinctively moving with her caress.

  She seemed to recognize the urgency that gripped him, slipping out of his hands and down the bed. Hot fingers worked at his belt, then the fastening of his jeans, and he felt the chill of air on his dick for only a moment before heat like he’d never experienced before engulfed him. Still on his side, he tried to freeze every muscle, not wanting to move and make a mistake, not wanting to fuck things up and hurt her.

  “Juanita, I’ve never…” He trailed off as she moved on him, hot and wet. Scorching heat, sucking hard on his dick. Sizzling through his veins, drawing his balls up tight to his body. “Honey…” At this point, he didn’t even know what he wanted to say, losing himself in the sensation. Pressure around the head of his cock, different pressure around the base, and he opened his eyes to see she’d taken all of him into her mouth, lips wrapped around his shaft. “I’ve never done this…” The pressure around his cockhead increased, and he watched as she swallowed.

  His head fell to the side, and he pressed his forehead into the pillow. Jesus. Her hand settled on his hip, pulling and pushing, urging him to a movement he didn’t know he needed until he denied it. Her head slipped back and forth, the sliding ring of pressure and heat better than his hand ever thought to be.

  Juanita moved faster, seeming to become frantic, and he didn’t know what to give her, scared out of his mind he’d hurt her, locking down his body. After a few moments, she allowed him to slip out of her mouth, pressing her cheek to his belly and immediately he missed everything she’d been doing so much it felt like a slicing blade in his gut. “Watcher,” she said, the heat of her breath driving away the air’s chill on the head of his cock where it angled in front of her. “What did I do wrong?”

  “What?” Surprise ripped the word from him, and he saw her eyes clench shut. “You didn’t do anything wrong, honey.” She’d gifted him with something he’d wanted, but been afraid of, and now he’d made her feel she’d done wrong. Fucking it up. “I’m just…”

  She finished his sentence with an understanding so wrong, so far off base, it would have been laughable if it hadn’t hurt her so, “Not interested.” A breath, then she whispered, “Dios, I’m sorry.”

  At her words, he reached down, hooked his hand under her arm and pulled. She helped, pushing with her feet, and he rolled, positioning her partly under him again. Leaning up on his elbow, he threaded his fingers through her hair, trying and failing to direct her face so he could see her. “No, sweetheart. Nothing to be sorry for. That was incredible.” Amazing enough his cock was still thumping and thudding, blood rushing through, each jerking movement causing it to brush up against her thigh.

  “But you didn’t like it. I did it wrong.” With her chin to the side, she avoided his eyes, staring at a point over his shoulder.

  “Juanita.” Scary as it was, humiliating as it might be, he needed to tell her. Couldn’t let her hold any shame for what she’d been doing, or not understanding how very much he liked it. “I have a secret to tell you. Can I trust you?”

  Her eyes darted to his, then away and she nodded. “Of course, señor. I would tell no one.”

  “Watcher,” he reminded her, and she bit her lip at her slip back to a title, her nose wrinkling as she nodded again. “I know you won’t. I do trust you.” How to introduce it? Best simply barrel ahead, get everything behind him and see how she felt about him after she knew. “I’ve never had that before.” Her eyes widened in disbelief, and he nodded. “Yeah, my first time.” He leaned in so she couldn’t miss his sincerity, exposing his own uncertainty and fear of failure. “I’ve never done that. Never had it done to me. I liked it, honey, but I didn’t…don’t know what you want me to do. Enjoyed it…a lot.” His voice dipped on the last word, stretching the sound out, and he got a different eye flare in response.

  “I know the basics, but I’m afraid of what I don’t know. Most guys…they had different lives than me. I just never…so here I am, in bed with a beautiful woman who I want to make love to, but without the first idea how to do it so I don’t fuck it up for you. I’m the one who’s sorry, honey, because I want to erase every bad thing with good, but my fumbling fingers won’t let me figure things out. Normally I have steady hands, but not with you. You strip my control, make me question everything with how beautiful you are, how you touch me, how you make me feel.”

  “Never?” Her voice filled with shock, she probed the truth of his statements. “Not ever?” Wordlessly, he shook his head back-and-forth, staring down into her face. He watched as a change swept over her features, a growing self-assurance which looked so good on her it stole the breath from his throat. Surety suffused her expression, and then a tiny smirk hit her lips. “Mine to introduce to pleasure?” He nodded, and she fucking purred. His cock, which had been deflating during their conversation, rushed back to life, blood pounding through in a rapidly increasing flood.

  ***

  Juanita

  Dios, she thought, staring up at him. Untouched, and as handsome as he was, a miracle in her hands. I have enough experience for the both of us. With that thought, she had a plan and put it into motion. With growing confidence, she asked, “You liked my mouth?” Since Juanita understood what held Watcher back before, she wouldn’t rush into it, would take the time to watch his reactions, see what he liked best. Confidently bring him with her mouth, give him a release so when she worked him up again, he would have staying power. He wasn’t a teen, but if it was really his first time, she thought he’d be able to manage two fairly quickly. This way she could make the sex good for him, make it last, so he wouldn’t question his own abilities. Or mine.

  Green eyes darkening with desire, he nodded in response, thick fingers tightening in her hair, tugging at her scalp without knowing he was doing it. Watcher was so tightly wound, his body intent on forging forwards. His beard scratched her face, tickling her lips as she lifted to press to his mouth. Immediately he took control of the kiss, angling and slanting his head so his mouth moved across hers, tongue dipping deep to tangle with hers. Not shy about where he’d been before, only where they were forging new ground. Good. Hand to his hip, Juanita slipped her fingers under the hem of his shirt, skating across his back and up, dragging her shirt out of the way with her other hand, the bare skin of their bellies grazing and then settling into contact.

  Bringing her knee up, she planted a foot on the mattress and slowly rolled, so Watcher was on his back, never breaking their kiss, not breaking the contact in any way. She reached out, her hand unerringly finding his cock, taking his sudden groan into her mouth. Stroking slowly, up and down, she brushed and slid her fingers along his shaft. I’m in control, she thought, marveling how destiny had brought this man to her. A man perfect for her, possibly the only one who could most benefit from the fate befallen her. With a last smooth glide of her tongue against his, Juanita broke the kiss. Staring down at him, she smiled slowly as she bent close again. Mouth to his chin, she kissed through his beard, nibbling on his neck, watching avidly as his head tipped backwards, the muscles of his neck bulging, calling for their own caress.

  Skipping his chest, mostly covered by his shirt still, Juanita liked what she saw. Mouth to his skin again, she glided fingertips across his belly, engrossed in an instant by how his muscles jerked and quivered at her touch. Hand steadily stroking up and down, she tightened her fingers rhythmically around the shaft, rolling up and over the crest of the engorged head, then back down. Opening her eyes, she marveled at how beautiful his cock was, a bead of glistening liquid at the tip and her tongue darted out to lap at it, curling around the crown.

  Su
cking him into her mouth, Juanita felt the pebbled surface of the head against her tongue and palate. Swollen and aroused, he filled her and then some, she felt the stretch as her lips took in his girth. Up and down, steady movements began and she adjusted to cover the shaft she wasn’t yet taking in. She would be, having already proved to herself she could, swallowing the salt and musk that was Watcher. My Watcher, the words flashed through her mind as he spoke, his voice rich with awe. “What do I do?”

  Pulling him deep, she reached up and gripped one of his hands, bringing it to the back of her head. Fingers threaded with his, she clenched their grip around a hank of her hair, applying pressure he could feel and she could respond to, taking him even deeper, the vibration of his groan rising through his cock. In moments she felt his muscles tighten and relax, then tighten again, his hand cupping the back of her head as his hips lifted. Opening her throat, she took him deep, deeper, swallowing around him in a way she knew he liked, because that firm grip on her hair tightened and Watcher ground out, “Fuck, Juanita,” gifting her with clear recognition of who was giving him pleasure. Leaned across him as she was, she felt when the muscles in his thighs turned to stone underneath her and knew he was trying to fight it off, holding back because he was unsure. Wet between her legs from giving this to him, she pressed close, wanting something for the first time in what seemed forever.

  Hand firmly wrapped around his cock, she jacked him fast, focusing her mouth and tongue on the head, urging him to climax. Watcher’s warning came, as she knew it would. Him being the gentleman he was, he’d give her the option of backing off, willing to spill on his belly if she couldn’t take things through to their conclusion. “Juanita, I’m going to…” A groan broke from deep in his throat, and his hands fell away from her head to grip the sheets at either hip. She increased her speed, needing to own his pleasure in a way she’d never owned a man. Lips locked around his shaft, she sucked hard and then pushed down fast, swallowing, forcing him deep, feeling the heat as he gave in, coming hard, spurts of semen flowing down her throat.

  Groans and grunts filled the air around her, painting a picture of Watcher’s passion with resonating sounds. Body stiff with an intense orgasm, it seemed to go on for a long time. Juanita held tight throughout it all. Tongue working up and down his shaft, her fingers squeezed rhythmically until he was done. He groaned a final time, muscles previously wound tight relaxing into slackness, his cock losing its rock-hard firmness in her mouth. Juanita licked and sucked him clean, allowing his still half-hard cock to drop to the hollow of one hip. Settling her head onto his belly, she didn’t want to look into his face, filled with a sudden and intense fear he hadn’t really liked it.

  The sex ring hadn’t been her first introduction to intimacy, that having been courtesy of her boyfriend. Julio had been experienced, and interested in arousing her passions, claiming Juanita was a natural at everything she did, claiming to love what she did both to, and with him. Julio had also been sleeping with two other girls, something she’d found out when she’d stumbled in on him in the backroom of the local market where he’d worked. But during their time together, she’d found a healthy desire for sex was part of who she was, and she’d enjoyed exploring things with him. Kidnapped not long after they’d broken up, her next months had been a discovery far different from what he had managed, and by the end, she’d found ways to lock herself inside her head when a man had approached. Giving him her body, but not her mind. Not her.

  Watcher was different. The idea of him being so inexperienced was intoxicating, and she hoped he’d enjoyed himself enough to want more with her. She breathed a sigh of relief when his fingers returned to her scalp, trailing and twisting through strands of her hair, stroking and easing her nerves. “Honey,” he whispered, his voice thick and heavy with emotion. “That was unbelievable.” She smiled, tipping her head and kissing his belly, seeing he was still half hard. She trailed a fingertip up the underside of his cock, watching as it moved with her touch. Juanita smiled again when she saw it thicken, starting up the path back to hardness.

  “Watcher,” she spoke quietly, fingertips still working slowly up and down his shaft. “Do you have a condom?” His fingers tightened briefly in her hair and then relaxed, stroking and pushing through to her scalp again.

  “Yeah, honey. In my wallet.” Attached by a chain to his belt loop, his wallet was still in the rear pocket of his only partially discarded jeans. She abandoned his cock, reaching across him to tug the wallet out of his pants. Offering it to him, she sat on the bed nearby, taking in all that was Watcher as he opened the leather rectangle, fishing out a wrapped condom. His body was tall and broad; thick, dark hair manageably short, beard the same. Tanned by the wind and sun, he was strong, arms perfect for holding her. She focused on his face. Green eyes filled with curiosity, it looked like he was studying her and she realized she’d frozen into place next to him.

  He’s seen me naked, she thought, swept back to the hell hole for a moment, then forcibly jerked herself away and back into the moment. “Juanita, you don’t have—”

  He’s seen me naked and wasn’t disappointed. With that, she gained the courage to grab the hem of her shirt and lift, closing her eyes as she dragged it over her head, not looking at him when she tossed it aside. Reaching behind her, she worked to unfasten the still unfamiliar clasp on the bra one of the Soldiers’ women had provided. Everything I have, I owe to him. She knew instinctively he would hate knowing she’d given even a second’s consideration to the thought, so she pushed it away. Not why I’m doing this, she reminded herself, peeling the straps down her arms, putting herself on display.

  Lifting to her knees, she pushed at the too-big jeans, also given to her by the woman of one of his friends. Nothing I have is mine, except me. I can give him me. Everything else was only surface, and he was the one person she wouldn’t be afraid to have know her, inside and out. His hand reached, fingers digging into her hip and he tugged. She fell onto him, kicking the pants from her legs as he found her mouth with his and kissed her deeply, not shying away from delving into her mouth so recently on his cock, so recently swallowing down everything he offered.

  Juanita shifted to her side, then to her back, silently urging him to roll with her, pulling him so he partially covered her, pinning her to the mattress with his weight. Mouth to his, she kissed him, hands roaming, pulling and pushing at the fabric of his shirt, his jeans, wanting…needing the skin-to-skin only he could give her. A moment later, his clothing joined hers on the floor, condom rolled down his already stiff cock. She tipped one knee to the side, opening her legs for him as she tugged on his hips, encouraging him to move over her.

  He did, and she took his weight as he adjusted, elbow to the mattress on either side of her head. She reached between them and took the length of his cock in her hand. Swiping the head through the wetness there once, twice, she positioned him between her lips, stroking slowly up and down the length of his cock. “Please,” Juanita whispered, and he kissed her again. Rocking her hips, lifting up, she took him inside a fraction of an inch. Thick, so thick it took her breath, and the heat of him was scorching.

  Watcher lay on top of her, and with a quiet groan that shuddered through her chest, he pushed and, with a stuttering in-and-out motion, he glided inside her. She felt the controlled power behind each movement, deeper on every stroke, taking up residence there, rooting himself and burying his face in her neck on another groan. I’m his in this moment, she thought, praying it would be more than this, wrapping her arm around his back. Then he gave her reassurances she didn’t know she needed. “Mine, Juanita. Mine.” He gritted out the words like a vow, and she believed them.

  Rocking, she moved, helping set a rhythm to give them both pleasure. Listening for cues, she worked to sustain the motion, keep things going even when he lost it. He panted grunts into her ear when he dove deep between her legs, too far gone to stop, hips working instinctively to bring him to climax. Arms around his shoulders, she thrust one hand up
into his hair, holding on tight, the other splayed across his upper back, pulling him to her. “God, Juanita. Yes, honey.” Her legs lifted, curling around his hips, giving him room to move deep. “Ahh, baby.” She closed her eyes when his teeth buried into her shoulder, when his groan vibrated through her again as he set himself deep inside her and trembled in her arms. Satisfaction rolled through her when he growled his possessive, “Mine.”

  My Queen

  Watcher

  Watcher sat at the kitchen table with Bones and Mason, his gaze fixed on Juanita as she stood at the counter beside Bethy. Ty and the other men were in the living room, their conversation centering around whatever game was on TV. Mason and Bones talked quietly, giving him space he desperately needed to come to grips with all that had happened. I made love to Juanita, someone I’ve vowed to protect, but failed to protect from me.

  The only consolation? A confidence he hadn’t realized she lacked was echoing from her now, new light beaming from her face with every smile she turned his way. Well, not the only consolation. He’d made love to her. She’d helped him through every wave of nerves that swept over him as they’d laid in bed, and he’d made love to her. And now, she was acting as if he’d handed her the world. As if in her giving everything to him, including the best two orgasms he’d ever had, he’d given her diamonds in return. I didn’t even make her come, he thought with disgust, then immediately wondered with concern if pleasure might be something blocked for her. It wouldn’t be surprising, given what had happened to her, but God, he wanted to give her back everything she’d given him. Jewels of sweetness, waves of confidence, and bright moments of loving untainted by fear.