“So, it looks like a normal elevator to me. Maybe a bit smaller, but other than that, what’s the big deal?” she asks. She’s glowing with happiness and her features are lighter than I’ve ever witnessed them being. I can’t help but be filled with pride that I’m the reason for this.
“Look down, baby.” She does and immediately bursts into laughter, holding her stomach as if she can’t help herself.
“What on earth? Do you really think she’ll know to push the button with her nose?”
“Why not? She’s a smart dog, so I figured if she wanted to go up and down by herself, she could do so. At most, it’ll take her a few times to figure it out, don’t you think?”
“How does she get out of our room?” Ah hell, she didn’t notice that part.
“There’s an electronic doggy door in our door, baby. We have to put a charm on her collar but when she gets close to the door, it’ll open for her to either go into the room or come out of it.” Nice thing is that it’s not all that big and Maddox searched everywhere to make sure that the room would still be relatively soundproof. Any noises my woman makes are for my ears alone.
“Luca,” she whispers. “I can’t believe you did all of this for her.”
“She’s an important part of your life so that makes her important to me, too.” Not that I’m telling her how fond I am of the little wench. That’s a secret I’ll hold for myself to know only.
“She’s going to think this whole place is hers,” she warns, before she starts giggling again. “I can see her now, leaving our room and going to someone else’s for attention.” That’s okay, I want them both to feel like this is their home and they can roam anywhere they choose.
“When we’re in for the night, we can ‘lock’ the door, baby. You won’t have to worry about her wandering the halls while we’re asleep. Besides, from what I’ve seen, when she’s down for the night, she’s down.” And is not happy to be woken up the next morning, something I’ve witnessed a time or two...or twenty.
We arrive downstairs and I see the delivery boy standing there with our food. I take the bags and tip him before motioning to Gypsy to follow me. As we head out the door, I stop by my bike and grab the blanket, then take her hand and walk us into the clubhouse.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I walk over and put stuff down so I can arrange the blanket.
“We’re having a picnic lunch.” My mom told me this would be romantic and would show Gypsy what she means to me.
“A picnic?” she murmurs. “I’ve never been on one before.” I was sorta banking on that and hoping that I’d be able to give her this first.
“Consider this your first one, then.” I’m glad I get to give her this first and hope there are other firsts in our future.
Gypsy
I’m in complete and utter awe of this man. Every day, every minute, he’s always thinking about me and what would make me happiest. I want to show him, not only tell him how appreciative I am and what he means to me.
He’s busy setting the food out but right now, my hunger is of a different sort. “Luca?” I lean over and whisper in his ear. “How hungry for food are you right now? Because I’m not.” His head whips around so quick at my words that I worry he gave himself whiplash. I know he catches my intentions from my words because he looks like a boy that just entered his favorite candy store.
“What’re you saying, Gypsy?” He’s holding himself taut, as if he wants me to say one thing but is afraid I won’t. No worries, my Luca, I’m on the same fucking page as you. I’m not feeling shy at this moment, because I know he wants me, and desires me, as much as I do him.
“I want you, Luca. We can eat later, right?” He nods, then packs the food back into the bags and puts them off to the side. His eyes never leave mine as I slowly remove my shirt and then my bra. I see his nostrils flare and his cheeks redden slightly and realize he’s holding on by a thread. Let’s see if I can snap it. I wiggle my finger at him as I lower myself onto my back. We’ve fooled around a lot in the past few weeks, and he even got to third base, but I’m aiming for a grand slam.
He lays down next to me, so I roll over so that we’re face-to-face. I cup his jaw in my hand and lean in and kiss him. What starts out soft and smooth soon hits incendiary, and I find my hands roaming his back and the top of his ass. “Too many clothes, Luca,” I pant.
“Taking our time, Gypsy,” he returns. He’s always in a hurry, for everything in life, and I’m loving the fact that he wants to take his time and savor our first time together, but at the same time, my hunger is taking over and my pussy is clenching in need. The ache is steady and isn’t dissipating any, I crave to feel him sliding in and out of me.
“We can do that later, Luca,” I state. The desperation in my voice is evident to both of us, he moans into my mouth, a telling sign that I’m not the only one on fire.
He pulls back slightly and says, “It’s our first time, Gypsy, and I want to go slow and take my time with you. Show you how precious you are to me.” I want to blurt out that I know, that we can take our time in the future, but I know my words will fall on deaf ears.
Well, fuck, when he puts it like that, how can I object? No one has ever wanted to take that time and considering that he’s mine and I’m his forever, according to ‘biker rules’, I think I should let him. “Okay, but can you at least take your shirt off? I wanna feel your skin against mine.” He pulls back and whips his shirt off so fast I feel the breeze.
Now it’s my turn to moan as I feel his chest pressing into mine. He isn’t overly hairy, but the way his chest hairs scrape against my nipples has me wiggling and writhing. My breasts feel swollen and heavy and I’m mentally praying that he gives them some attention soon.
“You feel so fucking good, Gypsy,” he murmurs, his lips going to my neck where he nuzzles, nips and licks until I’m lightly panting.
“You do too,” I reply. My hands have been roaming his body, taking in every muscle as it flexes and contracts. He’s got ink that I want to explore, but I figure that’ll happen at some point, so I continue my exploration. When his hands reach my breasts, I nearly weep in exultation, because his lips follow. Finally.
He nuzzles between them and I want to scream until his thumbs come up and slowly circle each nipple. I didn’t think they could get any harder, but he has just proven me wrong. “Gotta have a taste, baby,” he says, lowering his head to my breasts. When he takes a nipple into his mouth, I swear I have a mini orgasm. I can feel how wet I am and find myself clenching my legs together in an effort to get some relief. “So fucking good,” he whispers as he moves to the other side, keeping the first nipple erect with his thumb.
Part of me wants to roll him over and pounce and the other part wants to drag this out as long as possible. I’m torn because he’s made his opinion known. I don’t want to go against it, but dammit, I’ve got feelings coursing through me that I’ve never experienced before, and I want it all! I want to demand that he end my suffering, but I know that he’ll make it all worth the wait in the end.
“Luca,” I breathe out. His hands stop and he looks up at me. I know he can see the desperation I feel plastered all over my face. I don’t have the words to express how badly I need him to move this along without offending or upsetting him. Instead, I continue to keep my mouth closed, but I desperately want to shout out that he’s taking things way to slowly.
“Patience, baby. I’ll take care of you,” he replies. When his hands slide down to my jeans and he unsnaps then unzips them, I nearly scream my approval. ‘Do it, Luca’, I silently chant, ‘take them off and have your wicked way with me’. He pulls them down and then I hear him chuckling. “Guess they’d come off easier if I had taken your boots off first.” I join him, giggling at how we both forgot that shoes can’t stay on if you’re taking off tight pants.
By the time he’s done, I’m breathing so hard I can see my chest rising and falling. He doesn’t take off my panties and when I raise my eyebrow at him, he mer
ely grins, before he removes his boots and then carries on removing his own jeans. Moving back to me, we’re now chest-to-chest, with only two cotton barriers separating us.
He rolls over, onto his back, and in a deep voice, says, “C’mere, Gypsy, and ride my face.” He wants me to do what now? I have no clue what that means. My past experiences have been limited to wham-bam-thank you ma’ams. In and out and they’re done, so this phrase means nothing to me.
“What? Wait. Why?” I stutter out, hoping he’ll explain what it is he’s expecting me to do without me having to say the words out loud.
When I hesitate for too long, he manages to pull me up so that my legs straddle each side of his neck. He rips the sides and suddenly my panties are gone. “Fucking gorgeous and dripping,” he mutters before he pulls me closer and swipes at my core with the flat of his tongue.
Fucking hell. I’ve never experienced anything of this magnitude before and I’m hoping that he’ll make this an everyday event. The shiver that courses through me at such a minimal touch has me realizing that this is a ride I’ll thoroughly enjoy. He does it again, then again, each swipe getting firmer. When he sucks at my extended, hard clit, I finally understand the pleasure that I’ve only ever read about before. Soon, rational thought disappears as he adds first one finger then a second, while his tongue swirls around my clit, lapping at my juices.
“Luca,” I moan. By now, I’m moving my hips back and forth, riding his tongue. I can feel something building deep in my gut. He doesn’t answer, just doubles his ministrations and I find myself shattering as I scream his name. He continues pumping his digits in and out of my clenching pussy while I ride out my orgasm. When I finally come down, he gently kisses my clit before sliding me down his body.
Part of me just wants to lay here forever, but the other part wants him buried balls deep inside of me. He gently rolls so that I’m on my back and he’s leaning over me, swiping my hair back from my face, as he kisses me. I can taste myself on him and it ramps my desire back up. “Gonna make you mine now, my gypsy girl,” he says, pulling back slightly. I’m both nervous, and full of excitement, at the prospect of him filling me up and spreading me wide. The fact that it’s finally happening is fulfilling a desire I’ve had since I first laid eyes on him.
“Okay, Luca,” I whisper. I can’t keep my eyes off of him as he settles between my widely opened thighs, his hard dick pressed against me. I reach down and he takes my hand in his and together we guide him into me. My pussy immediately clenches at the feeling of his head breaching my opening, then his dick filling me up. I’m stuffed with his long, fat length consuming my channel.
“Fucking heaven,” he moans out once he’s fully seated inside of me. My pussy is so stretched I can’t respond, so I grin at him to let him know I feel the same. He starts to move, slow thrusts in and out and I find myself falling into the sensations once again. My hands clutch his biceps as my legs encircle his hips. At the change in our position and angle, I cross my eyes in pleasure as he begins hitting something deep inside of me, that has me seeing stars.
“Luca, you fill me so good and are touching that special place in me that makes me want to come, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I plead. Okay, I begged while panting, but hell, he’s a hot guy and has a huge dick. Plus, he gave me a fucking hell of an introduction to oral sex.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he replies. How unfair is it that he barely sounds winded and I sound like I’ve run a marathon? Before I can complain, he adds a swivel to his hips and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I feel like I’m grounded in him yet flying through the stratosphere at the same time. How does someone experience such different feelings at the same exact time?
Soon, the only sounds in the room are of our skin slapping skin, and panting, as he increases his pace. “Faster, Luca,” I encourage. I can feel another orgasm on the horizon, and it promises to be bigger than the first one he gave me. My spine begins to tingle, and my brain begins to buzz as I feel him and I becoming one.
His hips are now practically pummeling in and out of me, he cups my face in his hands and kisses me, our tongues mimicking the action of his dick sliding in and out of my pussy. “Gypsy, get there, baby,” he grits out. At first, I don’t understand how I’m supposed to do that on command, until a foreign sensation takes over.
I detonate at his tone and demand; my pussy begins clenching his dick so hard it makes it nearly impossible for him to move. At my exhilarated scream, he throws his head back and thrusts his hips twice more before moaning and calling out my name as he freezes. He stills inside of me, and I feel his dick swell to twice its normal size, then his release coats my inner walls. It feels as if he’s marking me so all men know I’m taken and my chest distends with pride that he’s chosen me.
Chapter Sixteen
Gypsy
Long moments later, he’s moved us so that I’m lying on top of him, but we’re still intimately connected. I’m still struggling to catch my breath and am happy to see that he is breathless as well. “That was incredible,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss his lips. His satisfied smirk makes me want to hit him, but it was incredible, so I let it slide.
“Yeah, baby, it was pure perfection,” he replies, feeding my ego. “Need to take care of the condom and get you cleaned up.”
Wait. Condom? Well, based on the fact that I can feel him running out of me, seems we forgot that little bitty detail. “Luca? Unless you managed to disintegrate one, I think we forgot.” I’ve heard of spontaneous combustion, but I don’t think that analogy applies to rubber prophylactics.
“I’ve never gone ungloved. Fuck!” he sputters out, running his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Gypsy. This is on me.” I don’t understand what he’s so upset about, I don’t have any venereal diseases or anything.
“Luca? I’m on birth control,” I whisper. I don’t want this to change how he feels about what we’ve just done. I had to get on the pill due to my periods and to help keep them on a trackable schedule.
“Guess that explains why it felt so fucking phenomenal,” he mutters. He can say that again, it was one of the most sensational moments of my life. Feeling him bare inside of me tops every fantasy I’ve ever dreamed.
“It really did. And so you won’t worry, I’ve never forgotten either.” I don’t want him believing I’m an irresponsible person when it pertains to sex and past partners.
“I do not want to hear about other men.” I swear he’s part wolf with the gravelly way he growls this out.
“Let’s both agree, we have pasts, but we never speak of them with each other.” I offer a compromise hoping it settles the beast within.
“I don’t give a fuck about any of our past ‘mistakes’ I just don’t want to ever imagine or be compared to anyone. I’m a possessive motherfucker. The sooner you learn this, the easier things will be. I’m also protective and will do anything to keep you safe and unharmed in any way.” I know this about him, he’s never made it secretive that he can go a bit overboard at times. I’ve already accepted this about him.
“Nothing compares to you, Luca. Other than those that were self-induced, you’ve given me my first orgasms.” There, that should give him a bit of a swollen head.
“Gonna wanna watch that one night, baby,” he whispers.
“Oh, I’m sure you do.” I snicker at the visual that one brings up. As soon as the last word leaves my mouth my belly rumbles. I place my hand over it and widen my eyes at Luca.
“Looks like you worked up an appetite. Let me take care of that for you,” Luca chuckles as he reaches for his pants.
I reach out and stop him. “You may as well leave them off, once I fill my tummy, I need to be filled somewhere else,” I raise a singular eyebrow in his direction.
“Your wish is my command,” he rumbles, “after.” He taps my nose with his index finger.
“After,” I agree.
After the second time we make love, I raise up on my elbows and run my finger over his abs
. “Luca? I was thinking.”
“Oh shit, a woman says those words and her man is in trouble,” he laughs, thinking his words are funny, which they most certainly are not. “Okay, I’m sorry,” he says when I stick my lower lip out in a pretend pout.
“Anyways,” I draw the word out dramatically, “since this is the first day that the clubhouse is complete, I think we should have dinner with everyone and celebrate.”
“What are your thoughts?” He always makes me feel important; willing to listen to what I have to say, and input his opinions, making us a united front. We are strong and unstoppable together. We could rule the world if we put our minds together.
“What if we order pizzas, wings and beer? Maybe some soda?” I ask.
“I like that idea. We’ve got a few hours before we have to place that order, so I’ll send a text to Tig and get him on notifying everyone. Because I plan to be very busy with my old lady up until everyone arrives.” Oh yay, I’ve unleashed the sexy beast. I have a feeling we’ll be humping like bunnies for the next couple of months.
“We need to make sure we go check on Lucy, though,” I remind him. “She’s used to us being around a lot.”
“Can’t Tig or Tawny do that for us?” he whines, catching me off guard. I’ve never witnessed him acting like a petulant, insufferable child...it’s kinda cute to see and to recognize he’s not as perfect as he appears. Everyone has to have at least one flaw, and if this is his, I’ll accept it.
“I guess so, if it’s going to keep you from acting like you are right now,” I tease. He swats at me and I giggle.
“Let’s clean this up and I’ll give you the rest of the tour,” he suggests. “Because I want to christen our bed as well.” I wonder if I should send a text to Tawny to grab me some Epsom salts because I suspect by the time we’re done today, I’m going to be very sore. God, I hope so, because I’m just as hungry for him, and don’t think I can say no or stop us, when he looks at me, and touches me.
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