by Ryan Michele
Her breath quickens and she thrusts her breasts forward, silently begging for more. Trailing a hot, wet path down her throat, my lips pause over the fluttering pulse beating just above her collarbone. I can’t resist sucking on it, hard, as I pinch down with my fingertips.
She moans louder and it’s such a fucking hot and sexy sound, I could listen to it all night. I vow to make that happen, but right now, all I can think of is getting my mouth around those sweet nipples. I move down over the swell of those gorgeous breasts—breasts that fit perfectly in my big hands like I knew they would, exactly how I’ve fantasized, night after night.
My mouth latches on to one nipple and circles it with my tongue, learning its texture and shape, instantly committing it to memory for life.
She whimpers, her hands threading into my hair, pulling and clutching me closer to her.
I lick and suck and toy with it using my teeth until I’m ready to move to the other and give it all the attention that has it sitting up so pretty.
“Oh, Travis,” she moans, and I want to reprimand her for speaking since I’d told her “No talking,” but my name from her lips in that sexy purr gets my dick bobbing.
I close my big hands around Paige’s tiny waist and ease her down onto the bed, my mouth trailing over her belly to her navel. My tongue traces around it to play with the piece of jewelry as her stomach trembles beneath my mouth.
Paige tries to reach for me, attempting to wrap her arms around my shoulders, but her elbows are caught in the sleeves of the nightshirt and she’s trapped. I like it that way and pin her wrists to the mattress.
My lips travel slowly, pressing soft kisses down her silken skin to that little bow on her panties. I close my teeth over the fabric and bite, pulling and releasing, as it snaps back against her.
She jerks under the surprise of it.
I release her wrists and curl my fingers around the lace at her hips, dragging the panties slowly down her legs and tossing them aside.
Palming the inside of her thighs just above her knees, I push them slowly apart, taking in the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.
She’s dripping wet, and I can smell the musky scent of her arousal as my eyes travel upward over her quivering abdomen, to the rise and fall of her breasts, then landing on those sexy blue eyes with the heavy dark liner peering down at me—watching and waiting.
I press kiss after kiss up her thighs, slowly alternating from one side to the other, dragging out the anticipation while rubbing my beard along her skin, teasing and tickling her.
Paige curls her fingers, fisting the sheets tight.
I like how I’m getting to her; I like how her thighs quiver, her breathing accelerates, her hips writhe, and that pretty pussy lifts off the mattress, seeking that first touch.
She’ll have to wait just like I’ve waited years for this.
I slide my palms up that soft skin until my thumbs hover over her pussy lips.
Paige whimpers as I brush the pads over her, a barely there touch, but she jumps in response.
I make a long, low hushing sound. “Shhhh.”
She swallows and stares at the ceiling, letting me have my fill of looking at her. I stroke her slowly, over and over with my thumbs, and watch her flood in response. Drawing small circles with my thumbs, I continually bring those plump lips together and apart until she’s soaked and rolling her hips from my caresses.
I break my own rule and speak. “So beautiful, Paige. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re so wet, so fucking wet for me, baby.”
“Travis—” she moans.
“Shh. No talking, Paige. You promised me.”
“Travis, please—”
“Shh, baby. You do it again, I’ll flip you over and spank that pretty ass of yours.”
She stutters in a ragged breath and writhes, but stays quiet.
“Good girl,” I say in a low growl. “Good girls get a reward.” I dip my head and press the flat of my tongue in a long, slow swipe along her clit.
Paige moans and her thighs clamp tight around my shoulders. God, I love that. But I want her open to me. I move my hands to the crease behind both knees and push up and back, pinning her and spreading her wide—so open for me; so vulnerable. That’s how I want her.
I dip my head again and lap, my tongue laving her clit again and again, stroke after stroke, then delving inside her pussy and taking that wetness and coating her clit with it. It glistens and stands out so pretty from her already swollen pussy lips. I like it wet like that, and I plan to keep that way all night.
I brush my beard over her and she moans.
I still haven’t slid my fingers inside and decide I’ve waited long enough. I release Paige’s legs, lean down over her, then sink two fingers into her pussy. She’s tight and wet and hot as fuck. While brushing my thumb over her clit again and again, I search for her g-spot with those two fingers.
I find it and her back arches off the bed. Damn, if that doesn’t fire me up.
Leaning my elbow near her head, I trace her lips with the wet thumb of my free hand.
“Open,” I order, and she does, instantly obeying. She sucks my thumb as I fuck her with my fingers, my other thumb not letting up on her clit. Her hips lift off the bed to meet each thrust, eager for more and I give it to her.
Paige is getting close to orgasm, and her movements become more frantic, urgent, and desperate; her breath pants in and out as she moans around my thumb, and sucks hard on it. I slow down the motion and make her wait. She thrashes harder. I ramp it up again and soon have her on the edge once more.
She’s a vision beneath me, all laid out for me to play with, and I intend to do so for as long as I want, as long as my hard-as-fuck dick can hold out. I want her to come multiple times before I’m done with her.
She’s so close again. Her back arches and those pretty pink nipples are just pleading for my mouth. I give it to them, dipping my head and latching on and sucking hard.
She gasps in a breath and grabs my hand between her legs and bucks against me, rubbing hard against my hand as her channel clenches down on my fingers. I give another long, hard tug on her nipple and she shudders again against my hand, moaning as she shatters, coming hard and coating my skin.
That’s my girl. So fucking beautiful as she takes her pleasure.
I lick and kiss the hard nipple that I’ve been tormenting. Brushing it softly with my lips, I give the other the same attention, and then trail down her belly. I pull my fingers from her pussy and lick them clean as I move back off the bed.
Paige watches me; her breathing is still hard and panting from her orgasm. I pull off my cut and hang it over the back of a chair in the corner. Then I reach back between my shoulder blades, grab a fistful of T-shirt, and pull it over my head, tossing it to the floor.
Her eyes sweep over my bare chest and the tattoos that twine down both arms, across my broad shoulders, and down along my ribs.
Reaching for my belt, I unbuckle it, and she bites her full bottom lip. God, I want those plump pink lips around my cock.
I kick off my boots, undo my pants, and strip. When I’m standing there naked, I take my hard cock in my hand and stroke it, base to tip, twisting at the head. Paige’s eyes follow my motion and she sits up, shrugs the shirt off her arms frantically, and scoots to the end of the bed like she wants it. Like she can’t wait to have it.
I step to her, the head of my dick just inches from her sweet mouth. “Open,” I order.
She does, eagerly, as her small hands move to cup the base. I let go and stroke her head as she takes me inside her mouth.
Sweet Jesus. It’s better than I fantasized.
She licks and sucks and toys with me like I did her. Payback’s a bitch those eyes of hers say as she looks up at me.
I grin, giving her that as I lace my fingers through her hair and fist it, bringing her closer. She takes me deep and I groan when she purrs around my dick, and fuck, I love it. She gets me good and wet, slick with her mouth as I tig
hten my grip in her hair. She moans and I can tell she likes that—me taking control. So, I do. Both hands are tight in her hair, guiding her, controlling her as I begin pumping into her mouth, thrusting my hips in a slow rhythm, going easy on her at first.
I can tell she wants to please me, and she is. I let her know.
“Good girl. Such a fucking good girl, you are, Paige. You take my dick so good.”
It spurs her on and she bobs her head fervently. After a few delicious minutes, I know I’m getting close. But coming so soon is the last thing I want. There’s so much more I want to do with her sweet body.
I tighten my hold and pull her head back until her mouth pops free of my dick.
Paige looks up at me uncertainly, but I just push her down to her back. I straddle her, a knee on either side of her ribs, and I take her breasts in my hands. Pushing them together, I slide my dick between them, then reach back and swirl two fingers in her wet pussy to lube up her cleavage.
I pump my dick in and out of her plump breasts, fucking them. She lifts her head and takes the head into her mouth on each upward stroke.
“Fuck, yes, baby.” We go at it until I’m about to explode. “Someday, I want to give you a pearl necklace, coat your chest with my cum, would you like that, baby girl?”
She nods and moans.
I back off her to move down between her legs, then take my cock and stroke it, looking at her pussy.
“Travis, please. I need you.”
I lift my gaze to her. “Baby, what’d I say I’d do if you talked?”
Her eyes get wide, disbelieving.
I quirk a brow; she really shouldn’t doubt me.
Before she knows what I’m about, I back off the bed and flip her to her stomach then growl, “Up on your knees, Paige.”
She looks back over her shoulder, but complies.
I rub my hand over her soft, lush ass cheek. “You’ve got a pretty ass, baby.” Then I smack it. “But a bad girl gets her pretty ass smacked when she doesn’t listen.”
She yelps, but pushes her ass up higher and I smile, giving her another one.
“You like that, baby?”
She groans and nods as I smack her cheek again, watching it jiggle so pretty as that soft skin begins to pink. My eyes trail down to her pussy and it’s drenched from her arousal. I sink two fingers inside and she moans as I work in and out of her, massaging her cheek with my palm. “You gonna be a good girl or bad girl?”
She looks back at me, not sure if she should speak, and I grin.
“I think you’re a good girl who wants to be bad. Am I right?” I press on that g-spot. I’ve already memorized its exact location.
She moans and nods her head.
“Does my Paige have a vibrator?”
She won’t answer.
“Tell me. I’ll find it, baby. You know I will,” I threaten.
She nods and points to the nightstand. I withdraw my fingers and move to pull the drawer open. I find it and bring it to the bed.
Paige is still on her hands and knees. Her eyes follow me as I move behind her. I lay my palm on the small of her back and she jumps.
“Easy, baby girl. I’m not going to hurt you.” I roll the head around the entrance to her pussy, coating it with her release. I find the on switch and it purrs to life. She lets out a moan when I play with her clit, and her legs tremble. While I move the head back to her opening and tease it in and out just an inch, Paige’s hips tilt and she pushes her ass up, wanting more.
“So greedy. Such a greedy girl I’ve got on my hands.”
I slowly insert it, fucking her with it until she drops her head, whimpering. Once again I find her g-spot and hold the vibrator against it, and she lowers to her elbows and groans, her ass jiggling as she humps her toy. She starts to pant. “Oh, God…”
I smack her ass. “You know the rules.”
Paige practically explodes and I give her mercy, dipping my fingers between her legs to play with her clit. She orgasms hard, bucking wildly.
I draw out every last shudder before I withdraw the vibrator and shut it off. She crumples to the bed, but I’m not done with her.
“Please, Travis.”
“Now, see, there you go talking again. I was going to fuck you missionary, all proper and sweet, but now I’m gonna have to fuck my bad girl from behind.” I drag her hips up and lift her ass high then line up the head of my dick with her opening. “Tell me you want me.”
“Yes, please. Fuck me, Travis. Fuck me hard.”
I plunge inside, filling her in one thrust and she gasps. She’s dripping wet, sleek and hot, and tight as hell, and I growl, “Oh, fuck yeah, baby girl. So good. Such a good girl for me. You gonna take it all? Everything I’m going to give you?”
“Yes. Yes.”
I begin a rhythm, driving in and out, pumping, pulling that luscious ass back against each thrust. She moans, dragging her breasts across the sheets as she arches into me.
“So pretty, Paige. So fucking beautiful.” I release my grip on one hip, sure there’ll be bruises the size of my fingertips tomorrow, and I smooth my palm along her spine, then down to her nape and back again to those sexy little dimples at the top of her ass. “You take me so good, baby.”
She whimpers and I reach around and toy with her clit again. She rocks against my hand until she’s wild. “Oh God. Oh God.”
She’s getting close again. I change angles, pulling back a couple of inches and find that sensitive trigger inside her that has her panting hard until she finally sucks in a breath, holds it, and goes still, coming all over my dick.
I power into her and explode, wrapping my arms around her hips and locking them tight, and holding her to me as I come long and hard. Then I sink my teeth into her shoulder, and she rocks against me again with one more jerk of sexual ecstasy.
Breathing heavily, I collapse, taking us both down to the soft sheets and relish the exquisite bliss that’s humming through my veins. I pull free and move to her side, running my palms over her trembling back, down to her ass, and dipping between her legs. “This is mine, Paige.”
She moans, then nods.
I slide my arm around to pull her back against my chest and kiss her shoulder tenderly where I’d bitten her. Paige lifts her head and I kiss her cheek.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart. Round two starts in about an hour.”
I see the grin on her face as she wriggles her body against me.
She probably thinks I’m kidding, but I’m not. She’ll find that out soon enough.
The first streaks of daylight are peeking around the edge of the blinds as I stand at the foot of the bed and shrug into my leather cut. I dress as quietly as I can, not wanting to wake Paige. I just got off the phone with Blood. There’s a shipment of guns coming up the bayou, south of Barataria, and the boat showed up early so he needs us all there. I don’t mind that the shipment is early. Hopefully, we can get it unloaded and transported before the day really heats up. But I do mind leaving Paige.
I stare down at her and shove my cell phone into my inside pocket. Luckily she didn’t hear it when it rang a few minutes ago. She’s lovely, lying on her stomach in the twisted sheets, naked, one hand tucked under her cheek and her leg bent, exposing the curve of her hip and ass. I long to run my hands over her one more time, but I don’t want to wake her.
I step over to her dresser and pick up a pretty pink perfume bottle, bringing it to my nose and inhaling the delicate scent. It’s one she’s always worn, one I’ve longed to know the name of for years, and now I know: Victoria’s Secret – Bombshell.
I smile and set the bottle down.
I turn to leave and my eyes catch sight of a little scrap of pale blue on the floor by the bed—her sexy little panties. I squat down and pick them up, bringing them to my nose to inhale her scent. It’s erotic, intoxicating, and sexy as hell—much better than any perfume.
I stand and stuff them down into my hip pocket.
A little souvenir of last night—our
first night together, but sure as hell not our last.
6
Walking through the clubhouse door at four o’clock that afternoon, the boys and I are tired as hell. Myself, Blood, Sandman, Joker, and So-Cal pulled this job. We don’t complain. It comes with being a patch.
We crowd around the bar and soon have bottles of beer in our hands. Undertaker walks over and motions the prospect bartending.
“Pour ‘em all a shot, Prospect. My private bottle.”
Shot glasses slide in front of us and the amber liquor flows into each one—the good stuff—Undertaker’s bottle of 14-year-old single malt Scotch.
He lifts his glass and we all follow suit. “Job well done, boys.”
A drink like this should be sipped and appreciated, but I’m not a big Scotch drinker, so I down mine. That’s when I look across the bar and see Paige.
She’s talking with Mama Ray and Sissy, two of the middle-aged old ladies. Mama Ray is a widow like Paige. She lost her old man, Jaybird, years back and has been taking care of “her boys”—as she calls us—and the clubhouse ever since.
Paige glances over and meets my eyes, then looks away. I know what she’s doing here. She’s been waiting for me to get back. Oh, she’s making every effort at nonchalance, pretending that she’s not here for me, chatting it up with the old ladies. But I know better.
I push off the bar and stroll their way, pausing at the other end of the bar to slap Mooch, our VP, on the back and wish him a happy birthday. He’s got a long braid down his back and an ever-present bandana around his head. If Willie Nelson were a biker, he’d be Mooch. He passes me a joint and I take a toke and pass it back.
I make my way around the bar to Paige. Ignoring her, I lift my chin at Mama Ray and wrap my arm around her shoulders, giving her a hug. “Mama.”
“Wicked.” She hugs me back, every one of her fingers laden with silver rings. “Took you long enough to come over here.”