“Love your scent,” he growled, stroking himself faster. His chest expanded with another deep pull before his heavy-lidded eyes refocused on me.
A glistening bead of precum emerged from the head of his cock, pooling around the silver barbell that emerged from the tip. My cotton mouth problem was solved as saliva flowed with the craving—the half desperate need—to taste him.
I glanced at the digital clock beside the bed, trying to burn how much time we had into my brain. There was no way I was going to be able to stop. I knew it as surely as I knew how much he loved that I kept the curls between my legs the same electric blue as what was on top of my head.
My hands hit the mattress, knees following close behind as I crawled towards him, slinking towards my target like a lazy cat. Rain scooted back so that he was propped against the headboard, eyes following the swing of my breasts. He spread his thighs wider, giving me room to lay on my stomach between them.
I was close enough to count the veins keeping his dick engorged.
Close enough for the musky smell of skin and sweat to flood my senses, drugging me slowly but surely.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked softly, eyes never leaving his cock, letting my breath fan out over him.
“You know it is.” His voice had gone noticeably deeper and I smiled at the coiled tension he was suddenly holding himself with. He knew how this went. He knew what he was in store for, but only if he followed the rules.
Any other time, my body was his for the taking.
My mouth and tongue? His.
My breasts? Also his.
My hot, wet center and gripping walls? Totally and completely his.
But when I was sucking on his beautiful cock?
He belonged to me.
I shuffled forward another inch, turning my head from side to side, letting the ends of my hair slide against his thighs.
“Move your hand,” I breathed. He snatched it away and his cock bobbed towards me. To have a badass biker that dwarfed me in size following my orders was a heady feeling.
My mouth lowered towards the tip of him and I stopped, waiting for his thundercloud eyes to meet mine.
“Don't get any ideas.” His cock swelled as my breath hit it again. The precum coating the tip started sliding down. “This is all you're getting for now. And I'm going to be needy and irritable later, so you better make it up to me.”
His hands flexed on his thighs. “You know I will,” he grunted. “I'll worship that sweet pussy until you can't stand.”
Love that filthy mouth.
Instead of answering, I let my pink tongue flick out, catching his offering on my taste buds. He groaned at the brief contact and I pulled my tongue back in, swallowing the salty taste of him.
It wasn't enough.
It never was.
I tilted my head forward, taking the blunt head between my lips and sucking. His abs tensed, stomach dipping as he sucked in a breath. I hummed along his tip, tongue playing with the jewelry. It was the single point of cool contact compared to the iron heat of him and the contrast was always fascinating.
My lips parted and I held my mouth open as I continued licking all around his head, now glistening with my spit.
I flattened my tongue and made it a pillow for the underside of his cock, making a point of capturing his stare before I slowly closed around him again, taking half his length, tongue coiling.
“Fuuuuuck,” Rain rasped, pulsing in my mouth.
My cheeks hollowed and I sucked in more, wiggling my head back and forth as I loosened my jaw and opened my throat.
But the angle was wrong.
He tapped against the back of my throat and went no further.
Not enough.
I wanted him deep in my throat, testing the limits of my passageways.
I wanted to be forced to choose between watching the mind-numbing pleasure play across his face or breathing. And to have the tabloid of pleasure win.
Releasing him with a wet pop, I idly watched the strands of spit connecting us as I placed my hands on his strong thighs, nails drifting through the hair there.
I raised myself up and tucked my feet beneath me before settling back in. My thighs rubbed together in a smooth glide, eased by the wetness dripping from my center. My clit throbbed, begging for just a touch, one little rub to ease the ache. But I denied it, knowing that final release would be twice as sweet for my efforts.
Rain’s cock bobbed, drawing my gaze back to it and then up to him.
“Come on, Pixie.” His voice was raw, eyes drowning in desperate need. “Don’t leave me like this.”
I squeezed his thighs. “I’ve got you, babe. Now and always.”
Before he could draw in a breath to respond, I had dipped low and swallowed the head of his cock back into my mouth. My tongue looped around him, paying special attention to his piercing. He groaned, followed by a loud thump that I knew was his fist hitting the wall behind him.
Spurred on by his reaction, I moaned around his length and took him deeper. His long, thick shaft disappeared a half-inch at a time, stretching my mouth wide as I continued my descent. He hit the back of my throat again and my eyes watered, turning the tableau of his curls and the base of his shaft into nothing but a blur.
I breathed through my nose and held it, trapping his intoxicating scent along with the air in my lungs.
Then I opened my mouth wider and slid down the last few inches, feeling him enter my throat. Deep and full and throbbing.
I swallowed reflexively and Rain cursed loud and long.
When I did it again, his hips bucked off the bed, forcing himself deeper. I gagged around his dick, saliva flooding my mouth and overflowing. Escaping my mouth to run down towards his balls.
I refused to let up, despite the oxygen starting to burn in my lungs. Knowing I was shooting so much pleasure straight into his system that he couldn’t contain himself was a rush without compare.
Instead, I swallowed a third time, throat constricting around him.
“Fucking hell!” Rain’s hands flexed desperately at his sides and my pussy spasmed suddenly, stomach clenching.
I pulled my head back, only letting him fall from my mouth long enough to suck in a greedy breath and blink my eyes free of the tears now tracking down my cheeks.
Air replaced, I gulped him down to the base once more. His hot length vanished rapidly, filling his place in my throat with ease. It took me no time at all to sink into a relentless pace, bobbing up and down on his cock with enough vigor that the wet sloshing sounds of him stirring up my mouth echoed all around us.
“Look at you,” he rasped, fingers finally working their way around to the back of my neck, curling in the thick hair there. “So fucking perfect with that cute little mouth wrapped around my dick.”
I hummed in agreement, slurping loudly. He pulsed on my tongue and satisfaction rushed through me in time with the hot flood between my legs.
Our eyes locked, and I couldn’t talk.
But I could speak all the same.
Cum for me, I told him, batting my lashes, never pausing my assault. Give me all of it. Every drop.
With an animal roar I felt deep in my bones, he did just that.
Rain’s hips surged forward and every muscle in his body tensed in a beautiful display of pure, hard male. His cock swelled and the first hot splash of cum hit the back of my throat as his grip on my hair tightened. I sucked hard, accepting his offering and swallowing almost as fast as he gave it to me.
When the pulses slowed, I pulled back until I had trapped the tip between my lips, making sure to catch every drop. The amount was ludicrous, given everything we’d done earlier, but I loved it all the same. A whimper escaped me when he finally popped free, cock shiny and sated.
I pushed up on his thighs and ran a thumb across my lip. I popped it into my mouth to lick the digit while my man sprawled there looking boneless and satisfied, breathing hard. Mentally, I patted myself on the back. And I did my best to i
gnore the hollow ache inside my soaking wet channel, begging for the same treatment my throat had received.
Rain leaned back against the headboard and threw himself off it faster than I could’ve expected. What the hell? I squeaked in surprise as his weight hit me and pushed me backwards, strong arms gripping mine and pinning me to the bed.
I scowled at his slow grin, hoping he wouldn’t notice the flush that covered my chest when the feeling of his hard body pressing down on mine registered. “We really, really don’t have time for this,” I huffed, hoping he would be the voice of reason.
Because if he stayed like that much longer, still hard length pressing against where I needed him most, my thighs were going to wrap around him, and our friends were going to kill us.
“I know,” he said softly, claiming my mouth in a slow kiss. My eyes closed as our lips locked together, tongues meeting and dueling like the seasoned veterans they were by now. He shared my love of long make-out sessions, and while I could’ve stayed like this for the rest of the day, we had somewhere to be.
I patted his chest and we came up for air.
“Seriously,” I panted. “I feel like you’re not listening.”
His grin spread, eyes flashing with heat. “Hearing you loud and clear. But I still need a taste of that sweetness to tide me over.”
Before I could process what he was saying, Rain was disappearing between my legs. He slowly drug the flat of his tongue up my wet slit and my whole body tensed. His lips closed around my clit, tongue flicking against it, and I cried out.
All too soon, he reappeared above me and my eyes fluttered open. I wasn’t sure when they’d closed again.
I was slow to react to him climbing off of me, but it clicked when his feet hit the floor. I sat up suddenly, staring daggers at him. “Bastard.”
Rain licked his lips and my hips undulated. “Your bastard. And you know I love you.” He reached down and helped pull me to my feet, planting a sweet kiss to my forehead that melted my heart and did nothing for the buzzing ache I was dealing with.
“I love you too, grease monkey.” I poked him in the chest. “But you’re gonna have your work cut out for you later.”
He pushed me towards the bathroom—specifically the shower. A good idea too. Showing up at a wedding smelling like sex would probably be frowned upon. Even considering that all the attendees were made up of some of the roughest, toughest people in the state.
He tossed his words at my back as I started to close the door. “No worries. I always rise to the occasion.”
I rolled my eyes and slammed it closed completely.
Goofy man, but all mine.
Chapter 13 - Rain
“Where the fuck have you been?” Creed turned his angry scowl on me the moment I stepped through the door of the clubhouse.
If I had walked in to find anyone else—literally anyone else, even the ever-silent Sylvia—I would have opened with a shit-eating grin and a reference to the debauchery my girl and I were up to not long ago.
My goddamn blood was still bubbling like a volcano waiting for an excuse to become active. There was no such thing as enough where she was concerned.
But lady luck wasn’t smiling on me.
I must have used up all her favor yesterday when I fixed Mrs. Foster’s leaky oil pan in her ancient Cadillac without getting any of it in my mouth. A true achievement for the ages.
Because even newly domesticated, Creed still wasn’t that big on jokes.
He was pure aggression distilled into a menacing vessel. Weaponized rage was what Kayla called it after the very first time I grudgingly introduced them. When my brother walked into a room, or paced across one like he was doing now, you could almost see after images of the violence he was capable of dancing on a grisly stage.
Carelessly, I threw a grin his way and plopped down beside Caitlin. The tiny, freckled redhead was lounging on the sofa in sweatpants, her red curls meticulously arranged, a paperback spread open in her lap. It was a fuck ton of fun poking the bear, but I wasn't suicidal. I kept a good foot of distance between myself and his girl.
A sense of possessiveness was one of the few things we actually had in common as far as our personalities went, but Creed managed to take it to another level.
Just ask the guy who tried to make a grab for Caitlin over the counter of her bar a few weeks ago.
Oh. Wait.
You can't.
Creed broke the fucker’s jaw in three places, and I was honestly surprised he hadn't finished the job then and there. A part of me wondered if the guy would conveniently disappear the moment he got out of the hospital, but I banished the thought a moment later. It was none of my business and not something I planned on being involved in.
“Morning, Cait.” I held out a fist and she bumped it, folding her page over and closing the book.
Green eyes flicked up to me in amusement. “Good morning, Raymond.”
I groaned, shooting my brother a dark look. It was about as useful chastising a lion, but it made me feel better.
Caitlin laughed at my put-out expression. “I don't know why you make such a big deal about it. Raymond is a perfectly sweet name.”
“Sweet?” I scoffed. “Give me a break. I might not carry a Glock around with me all day-”
“A mistake,” Creed interrupted, pausing in front of us.
I ignored him, upholding my sworn duty as a younger brother.
“-but there ain't a damn thing sweet about me. Other than my Pixie Stick, of course.”
“Of course.” She smiled. “Nothing like cute pet names to establish what a tough biker mechanic you are.”
“Come on. You're saying my brother doesn't have a syrupy nickname somewhere in his arsenal?” I nudged her with my elbow. “Give me the dirt. I'll be able to hold it over him for the rest of our lives.”
They shared a glance and Creed visibly relaxed, taking a breath so deep it threatened the integrity of his suit jacket. I was sure I would never get used to seeing him look at someone like they were his whole world—the same way I looked at Kayla. When he exhaled, the overbearing pressure he was throwing off eased. Some of it, anyway. He was a changed man ever since Caitlin showed up, but he wasn't born again.
Baptizing Creed wouldn't do a damn thing but make the water evaporate.
“The only dirt you're gonna get will be on top of your casket if you fuck up again today.”
My brother. Such a charmer.
I stood up, straightening my own matching suit. “I got Kay over to Tex and Lizzy’s with plenty of time to spare. I triple checked with the caterer and the DJ. And I ran back over everything with the planner until the bastard was blue in the face. Everything is under control.”
Caitlin snickered. “Remind me again why you hate the wedding planner?”
“He wears suits on purpose.” I shuddered in mock revulsion and Creed cracked a tight grin.
She hummed. “I hate to break it you Ray-Ray, but you're wearing a suit right now.”
“Yeah, because people we care about are about to do some official shit. Not because I enjoy dressing up like a stiff. Seriously, what motherfucker in their right mind wants to wear this kind of shit on a daily basis?”
“Amen to that.” Creed pulled at his collar and Caitlin stood, smacking his hand away. Anyone else who dared to do that would've lost a limb, but he only narrowed his eyes. “I'm going to burn this fucking thing when I finally get out of it.”
Instead of withering beneath his glare—the only sensible thing to do—she cozied up beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her head on his chest. His arms folded around her in turn and I fought the urge to pinch myself. “Maybe I like seeing my monster all put together.”
“Hmm.” About as close as Creed would ever get to a maybe. Which was one hell of a concession coming from the scariest motherfucker around.
I clapped my hands together. “Break it up, lovebirds. We've gotta roll. Your truck, brother?”
“Yeah, sur
e,” he muttered, staring down at Caitlin. I wasn't privy to whatever private conversation they were having, and I didn't want to be. There were times I could be nosey but some things I really didn't need to know.
I glanced towards the key rack hanging on the wall, wondering if he would notice.
“If you touch those keys, I will end you.”
I threw my hands up. “One time! I wrecked one time and it just happened to be on your bike.”
“The bike you had stolen.”
I shrugged, unrepentant. “It was for a good cause.”
Creed met my eyes. “I don’t give a fuck. You're still not driving, Raymond.”
***
“Bride at six o’clock!” Tone shouted, deep voice carrying over the chatter of all the men in the church lobby. “Get him out of here.”
Curses and yells started being lobbied back and forth but Creed and I were closest to the issue at hand, so we leaped into action first, bum-rushing the dirty blonde giant that was already starting to turn around.
We each grabbed one of Tex’s bowling ball-sized arms and started pulling him along. Not an easy feat given the fact that he stood taller than both of us and was built like the Terminator in his prime.
“Don't turn,” Creed snapped.
“I want to see my woman,” Tex rumbled, his Southern drawl especially thick. “She's been out of my sight for hours.”
He started to actively oppose our momentum and our progress slowed to an immediate crawl. The man had tree trunk legs, lineman status. If he didn't want to be moved, nothing short of us tackling him would do the job and Sylvia had already made it abundantly clear that she would neuter all of us if something went wrong on Lizzy’s special day.
“I like my balls right where they are,” I muttered, grunting with effort as we slowly inched along. “Thank you very fucking much.”
“No one gives a rat’s ass about your balls.”
That saying has never made sense.
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