Shit. I really am an elephant, barging all over her. Leaning my forehead against her, I close my eyes to catch my breath. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m going too fast, aren’t I?”
“No,” she fumes. “Not at all, dammit.” She pushes against me, catching me off guard, so I stumble back, falling to my side.
“Too slow actually. So I got advice from the girls. They made me go to this woman from hell to get waxed and I bought this sexy lace chemise but I just had to get my period. Now, after all this time, now is the time for me to get it, so in fact…I get nothing. No action at all. So instead of wearing a lace thong, I’m wearing my shark week period boy shorts. And here you are, finally wanting to rip my clothes off and…and…” There are some other words that might slide into screams of frustration.
I feel like laughing again but I’m sure that won’t go well. I need to take a different approach.
“Hey.” Reaching out, I grab her around the waist and pull her close, settling her yet again over my chest.
“Like I said, we’re in this bed together. We’ve got a lifetime. So let me hold you for now. Maybe we need to be careful with the kissing because that will blind me with the lust to have you sliding that tight pussy over my cock.”
“Stop talking…” she adds with a singsong voice.
Now I do chuckle. “You got it, sweetheart, you got it. Close your eyes and get some sleep. We need nights to pass before we can…”
“Stop talking…” Again with the fucking singsong voice, leaving us both roaring with laughter.
Chapter 08
***Orianna***
It’s been a full week. Seven days of quick kisses, gentle touches and heated glances. Today is Friday and there’s some kind of party over at the clubhouse. Everyone is supposed to be there. Well, except for Ridley and Tyler. They came over to our place over an hour ago because they offered to watch over Austin.
First time I’ll be away from him for a whole night. “Are you sure they…”
“Relax, sweetheart. Ridley knows how to handle a kid. Austin knows her since she’s been around almost every day of his life. You’ve earned a night out. Austin is in his own fucking crib, you put him there. We’ll be over at the clubhouse. It’s just a few hours, they both have our numbers so if something’s up, we’ll be here in a few minutes. Now would you fucking relax already?” Pokey growls as his eyes flash to my hand.
I quickly stop the movement. I was tucking down the hem of my dress that’s way too short if you ask me. Ridley gave me a bag, telling me it was a gift from Blue. When I opened it, there was a tiny dark blue leather dress with pyramid stud embossing, as well as one strap that goes over my left shoulder. In the middle the leather was a lighter blue.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. It made my cleavage look amazing. I was surprised the dress was comfortable, it wasn’t as tight as it looked, and I didn’t feel like I was on display. Yet with the boots that had high heels, somehow still not giving me any real height in comparison to Pokey…ugh, sexy was an understatement.
There was a note in the bag from Blue that said this outfit would make me seem like the real-life version of Spiky. Pokey’s wet dream. And so here I was in his car, all dressed up. Going on a freaking date. Our first one, and yet we’ve been tied to each other for a while. How crazy is that? Add the part where we’re away from our son. To say my stomach was in knots didn’t even come close to how I really felt.
Then there was the tension of the promise of sex. No more period, no more big struggles between us. Free for the night, leaving only two people who were highly charged. I mean, I would be okay with going straight to a hotel room and getting the sex part out of the way. Yes, I’m nervous. Crazy, crazy nervous. I really wish I could have a drink but I’m still breastfeeding Austin so that’s a no go.
I glance to my left. Pokey should be allowed to have a beer or two. “You could have a few drinks if you want, because I still can’t, and I could drive if...”
“No. I’m fine without booze. If something comes up, I want to be able to have my head fully functional. Besides,” his gaze connects with mine, “I will not have alcohol taint anything I’ve got planned for tonight. I want to fully enjoy it.”
Well, shit. “Maybe we should go home. I’m a mom, I shouldn’t…”
“Spiky.” Pokey snaps right before he guides his car to the left and parks it next to a row of bikes.
He’s out of the car and opens my door before I can catch my next breath. He places my head in his hands, leaving me no other option but to keep staring straight at him.
Gently, he brushes his nose against mine. “You’re a mom. A great one. One who’s also a woman. An ol’lady and a person who’s allowed to take a little time for herself, or to spend some with her ol’man. We are going to walk inside, talk to our friends, enjoy some music and snacks, or go to my room to watch a movie, or have sex, whatever.”
“Save the best for last, huh?” I mutter while his eyes twinkle.
“Something like that.” He feathers a kiss against the corner of my mouth.
I swallow, hard. “You sure Fuzzbutt is okay too?”
Now he chuckles. “Yes, sweetheart. I locked her up in the tiny bedroom next to Austin’s room so she can sleep on the bed. Litterbox, food, and water are right there with her. She’s okay for the night. Tyler and Ridley are aware she’s in there so they won’t open the door unless they need to. Not that there would be, so relax.”
“Good,” I sigh. “Everything is okay.”
“Everything is okay,” he confirms while his thumbs caress my cheeks.
“Let’s go then.” I beam a smile that I hope gives us both a boost of confidence that I’m ready to enjoy the night to come.
We’re almost at the door when he spins around. Leaning down he hovers his mouth next to my ear. “I haven’t mentioned anything yet…but, sweetheart? Your pussy is going to be really sore tomorrow. You sealed your fate when you decided to wear that tonight. So if my dick is painful for hours being confined and straining against the teeth of my damn zipper with you looking like that…we’re trading discomfort tomorrow.”
My whole body shudders just from the thought he planted in my head. I have no reply, nor does he allow me to, because he turns and opens the clubhouse door. Loud music fills the air as we step inside. Blue is sitting in a corner with Everleigh and Nerd. They spot me and wave, signaling me to come over and join them.
I feel Pokey’s arm wind around my waist, pulling me close. “Go on, Spiky. Have some fun with the girls.”
His hand strokes my cheek and leaning closer, he gives me a kiss that doesn’t even come close to the brief kisses he has given me the last couple of days. This one carries a promise. His tongue is doing things to me that make my toes curl in my high heel boots. My fingers dig into the leather of his cut, pulling him closer.
“Okay, if you two are going to start fucking here, can I join in?”
Pokey’s lips have barely left mine before he’s got Sico by the throat. “What did you just say?”
Everleigh strolls over and gives me a wink. “He’s just voicing his fantasy, that’s all. In fact…that literally is all, because reality is a bitch. As in him not getting any.”
“Yeah, well…I bet your cunt is as dry as a piece of leather by now since you’re not allowed to use it either.” Sico sneers at Everleigh.
Everleigh leans in close to Sico and I have to strain myself to hear over the loud music but luckily, I manage. “Look at my fingers, tough guy. Might seem like I just did the dishes, but in fact they are all wrinkly from my soggy tight cunt. Hmmmhmmm, made myself come real good. Want a taste? Want me to slide them along your lips so you can get a whiff of what you’re missing out on?”
Her fingers slide across Sico’s beard and I swear I see his nostrils flair, drawing attention to his septum piercing. He grabs her wrist and with that, slowly makes a pumping motion along her skin. Her breath catches and it’s like there’s some kind of silent communication going on between
them, electricity bouncing off them. That is until they both huff in frustration, spin away from each other and stalk as far away from each other as the clubhouse allows.
“That was totally weird,” I mumble.
Pokey is still looking at Sico, who’s standing at the end of the bar waiting for a beer. “More like, something is going on but I don’t think I wanna know about it.”
“Most definitely,” I agree and reach up. I grab his head with both hands and pull him down for a quick kiss before I step away and head in the direction of my friends.
“Nice game of uvula tag you had going there, missy,” Everleigh teases.
I shrug my shoulders but totally fail, so instead I place my elbows on the table and lean my head on my fists and sigh in content.
“Oh, shit, don’t give me that sappy, hungry for each other shit. Dammit. You know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex?” Everleigh groans.
“Hey,” I snap. “I can pinpoint the exact date and time, and it was once. You heard me, once. So…”
“Nope, you’re getting some tonight and after that you’ll make up for a lifetime of all that within the next few hours. Now me on the other hand, it’s been…yeah, never mind.” Everleigh takes her glass of beer and drains it before it hits the table again.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Blue chimes in. “Spill, woman. We need to know the gory details.”
“Fine. You want a good laugh, I’ll give you one. My ex-boyfriend…”
“Scum of the Earth,” Nerd growls as we all loudly agree.
“Well, it was missionary position, twice. Before he brought his…well…we all saw how that went…”
“Scum of the Earth,” we all scream in sync.
Everleigh points with her index finger in the air. “Got that right. Anyway…I moved here and then I did that thing with the three guys here. It was like therapy, it sucked. A necessity to go through something, I had to prove a point. Mainly to myself but seriously, never again.” She shudders while her eyes close for a second, as if she’s shaking a bad taste in her mouth. “Then Sico came by to get inked and he heard all these stories about me. In return I heard everyone talk about Sico and how he is one of the biggest manwhores in this state. And for real, we had a moment when our eyes locked, but I wasn’t going to fuck him except…”
She shrugs her shoulder and plays with the empty glass of beer in front of her.
“Don’t you dare stop now. Come on. Here comes the juicy part, gossip…it’s fun. You know we’d never tell.” Nerd is cheering her on.
Everleigh’s hands go into her hair and she shakes it in her fingers. “Ugh. I swore I was never going to tell a soul. You know what. He’s an ass, so why do I even bother. Okay. Listen up.”
We all huddle forward as Everleigh starts to whisper. “So I’m working on his ink and in the meantime, he’s talking…dirty talk. Seriously, the best you can ever imagine…”
“Hold it,” Nerd squeaks. “My man is the master in dirty talk, so I have to disagree with that one. Dams is…”
“Oh, shush. Zack’s mouth can make my pussy drool with just a few scrabble tiles, now shut your mouth and let Everleigh finish her story.” Blue pushes her finger against her lips.
“He had me squirming in my seat so when I was done with his ink, I thought, why not? I cleaned up and when I wanted to turn around, he blocked me against the counter. His hand was on my breast and his mouth on my neck. Then…well I don’t know how but it was so fast, my pants were down and he filled me up, making me shoot into a massive orgasm.”
“Holy shit, with one stroke? Does that guy have a magic dick or something?” Blue gasps.
“Yeah, well…he came right along with me so that was it.” Everleigh chuckles.
We all slap a hand over our mouths as our eyes widen while we glance at each other, totally stunned.
“Now I know how to shut you girls up.” Everleigh laughs.
“Well that would hardly work a second time, now wouldn’t it?” I giggle and that makes me wonder. “So that was the only time, because that one hardly counted as one.”
“Bahahahaha, one.” Blue is gasping for air.
“Oh, stop it. And you have to shut up about it. Come on…I mean, he’s known to never give a woman an orgasm…”
“He gave you…one.” Blue starts to snort giggle again and now we all have a hard time keeping a straight face.
“Yeah, but he also didn’t use a condom. Plus the orgasm, and the…one…yeah. See the challenge here? At first I swore to myself I wasn’t going to have him again, but with every experience I had, he was the only…”
“One,” Blue squeaks.
“Okay. Seriously. It’s not funny anymore, Blue.” Nerd tries to keep a straight face.
Everleigh rolls her eyes and continues. “I gave him the promise he could spend the night, after I gave him a blowjob underneath the bar in the Purple bean.”
She gets this dreamy look on her face. “And that night, that was some serious stuff. On his bike, against the garage, the shower, the kitchen counter, and in bed.”
“Wow. In bed. Spicing it up,” I mutter. “Now why aren’t you two together with all that hot, getting it on in a weird way action?”
“Because,” Everleigh face turns angry, “he’s a man whore, that’s why. I got a text from a client asking if seven thirty was okay because he was running late, and Sico saw. He didn’t even ask or let me explain it was a client I needed to ink. Nope, he assumed I had a new guy to fuck. So there.”
“Scum of the Earth,” we all yell in sync.
“Yeah.” Everleigh picks up her empty glass of beer. “But I really thought he could be my scum of the Earth,” she mutters in a sad voice while she stands up. “I’m gonna get another beer, you gals want anything?”
Since Blue and Nerd are both pregnant, Everleigh is the only one of us that’s drinking tonight. Well, alcohol for that matter. It doesn’t take long until she comes back with our drinks. The discussion clearly over when it comes to Sico.
I’m having a great time though talking with the girls. Even though I’m not having a beer, I have a huge smile on my face. I really needed this. Pokey was right. I’ve never had this. Friends, girl’s nights, parties.
Well, my father’s version of parties were classic music, dinner parties, or a large ballroom and black tie dress codes and fancy dresses. All about status. Here? I’m pretty sure if I turn my head a bit to the left and lean backwards I could see couple having sex against the wall over there. Yep, like I said, so very different.
But everyone here is very friendly, and some are just weird. There are a few girls that are clearly here for sex. I mean, they dress like there’s a huge sign above their heads with neon letters flashing ‘fuck me’. Hence the two having sex against the wall.
Except there is some kind of rule or something because they are all smiles and nod heads, friendly when those girls pass by our table. They don’t ask to sit or walk up to chit chat. Blue explained to me that there indeed are rules. Ol’ladies are to be respected by every member of the club, but the hos especially need to watch their asses. Those who do not follow the rules will find themselves evicted from the premises.
“Can I steal her away now?” Pokey’s voice comes up from behind me.
Blue and Nerd nod. Everleigh went to the bathroom like twenty minutes ago, but never returned. Must have headed home or something.
“Sure, you two should fuck. Hell, we all should. Where’s my man, you seen him?” Blue waves her hand to shoo us away while she scans the room.
Pokey whistles loud. Zack’s head comes up and Pokey points. “She’s looking for you. Well, some part of you.” He chuckles.
He takes my hand and guides me to his room. When we’re both inside, he locks the door. Turning his gaze on me, his eyes darken, making me step back until I’m across the room against the wall.
“Wait,” I breathe. “Shouldn’t we…like…talk about it first?”
Oh, shit. That smile. It’s close to f
eral, as if he’s aware of what’s to come and is in for the best time of his life. Well, for him it is different. He knows what’s coming and for me…wow. Pokey grabs the hem of his shirt and shows his naked torso covered in ink while his shirt falls to the floor.
“What’s there to talk about, Spiky? We did that last time. Remember? I walked into the bathroom, found you crying. I lifted you up on the counter and placed myself between your legs, my hands sliding up and down your thighs to comfort you while words and tears spilled. You asked…no, demanded, I make love to you. Remember that, Spiky?”
I swallow hard against the feelings and memory raising inside my heart. “I remember,” I whisper.
He was so big, powerful, and muscled with tattoos on his hands, neck, everywhere. Yet his voice was soft, his touch soothing. His eyes were a solid promise of trust wrapped in the warmth he radiated. He filled up the whole space around me. I’ve never felt as safe as I felt back then.
“I fell to my knees after I asked you three times if you were sure. Slipped those lace panties to the side and made you come on my tongue. Best pussy ever. Tell me, sweetheart…does it still have that soft fluff of curls on there, just like I remember?”
I softly shake my head. “I got a wax job.”
The growl that rips from his throat sends a shiver through my body, igniting an intense throbbing that wells up between my legs. “Don’t you think you should have discussed that with me first?”
“No worries, believe me…a wax job isn’t something I want to repeat anytime soon.”
“Good. Because I loved that shit tickling my nose. Sliding my fingers through it like last time. You tasted so damn sweet. I’ve spent hours awake with my eyes closed, remembering how your face turned into pure pleasure. Pleasure I gave you. You were so fucking wet for me, and yet it still took effort to pump my finger inside you. Then I pushed my thick mushroom head between those lips, sliding up and down that wetness. Coating my dick with your juices to lube it up. Your hands went underneath my shirt. Then I had to bury myself to the hilt in one fast move. No other fucking choice because it was going to hurt either way. I had the scratches from your nails on my back for a week as a reminder of the few minutes I was in heaven. Did you know, do you remember?”
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