by Sam Crescent
“This is a change of everything we’ve ever known,” Tiny said. “Ned says we’re being a bunch of pussies, and I told him to suck his own dick. I consider that bonding.”
A lot of brothers burst out laughing.
“Okay, let’s kick off and get this vote underway. The offer that Michael put on the table, wiping our slate clean, helping out with innocents, and only innocents, yea or nay.”
Around the table the club voted, and not a single person voted nay.
They were going to help, but for better or for worse, would remain to be seen.
Chapter Nine
Fluffing out her hair for what felt like the millionth time, Sally stared at her reflection in the mirror in Steven’s apartment. She’d gotten off early at the gym, and made her way to his apartment. This wasn’t a decision she had taken lightly, but that morning she had woken up alone in her room, and she just knew. She knew in her heart that she was ready, that she was going to be with him.
He was the only man she had ever loved, the only man she ever wanted to be with. Her hands were a little sweaty because she didn’t really know the proper protocol for getting a guy into bed.
Should she be really polite, and ask him first?
Was this too forward?
She didn’t know what to do or what to say, and she was so confused. Leaving the bedroom, she glanced down at her sheer negligee, and her hands clenched. What if this was the wrong way to go, and he thought she was being a bit too forward?
Cringing, she was about to turn back and change back into a pair of jeans and a shirt. The door rattled, and that took the chance to change right out of her hands. Standing by the dining room table, she placed a hand on her hip, while her other held the back of the chair.
You can do this.
This is easy, and is done all the time.
Stop shaking.
Steven closed the door, and his back was to her. When he turned around, he saw her and froze.
“So, erm, I had this crazy idea that I would surprise you today. I’m kind of panicking here, dressed like this. Is this too forward, or do I need to go and get changed? The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”
“You could never make me uncomfortable,” he said.
“Good, good.”
He stared down her body, and the heat in his gaze made her shiver in all the right ways. “What’s this?” he asked, taking a step toward her.
“This is my way of trying to seduce you. The woman in the very fetching lingerie shop said that no man or woman could resist. I let her know that it was only a man I wanted, and that I didn’t know how to tell him that I was ready, and she said this would send that message clearly.”
She moved away from the table, and took a few steps toward him. Placing her hands on his chest, she ran them up, and pushed his jacket off his shoulders. The leather hit the floor with a thud.
“And I am … ready, Steven.”
He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back so he could stare into her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything else.” Before she had even finished her last word, his lips were on hers. His fingers sank into her hair, and she moaned, gripping his shirt as pleasure rushed through her body. She wanted him so much.
All she had been able to think about all day was getting to this moment, and him seeing that she desired him.
He’d been so patient with her, never once forcing what he wanted. Throughout the nights they shared, he held her. They talked about everything.
Steven broke the kiss, pressing his head against hers. “I can wait.”
She chuckled. “I can’t. Not anymore. I’m not going to change my mind.” She wanted him.
“I’ll go slow.”
“I’m not fragile, Steven. I won’t break.” She was ready, desperate to feel him. There was going to be no running away.
Tugging on his shirt, she pulled it up over his head, and off onto the floor. He had a lot of ink, and she traced the designs. His chest was rock-hard, full of muscles, and she glided down, going to the belt of his jeans.
Staring into his eyes, she tugged on the belt, and he took over, shoving his jeans down.
When she went to go for his boxers, he took her hand, placing it on his chest. His hands went to her hips, and he pulled her toward him so that they were pressed together.
“I’ve thought about this moment for a long time.”
“I’m not a virgin, Steven.”
“To me, you are. All the other times, they don’t matter. I’m your first in every single way that counts, and before we go on, I want to tell you that I love you. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He kissed her lips.
Tears filled her eyes. His declaration meant more than she had ever thought possible.
“You love me?”
“More than anything in this world. It has been you for a long time.”
“I love you, too, so much.” She wrapped her hands around his neck, and he moved them back, leading into his bedroom.
There was no rush to their movements. When the bed hit the back of her knees, she eased down on the bed, and once she was comfortable she flopped her upper body down, letting out a little huff as she did.
She giggled, followed by a moan as he pressed her down onto the mattress. His fingers went to her knees and glided up beneath the sexy negligee.
“This is driving me crazy,” he said. “It tempts me, showing everything and yet hiding it all. I can’t stand it.”
“Good. The woman at the shop said you wouldn’t be able to resist even if you wanted to put up a fight.” She went to her elbows, watching his hands as they disappeared beneath her negligee. Through the sheer fabric, she saw him cup her pussy. Closing her eyes, she gasped.
“No, you keep those eyes open, and you see who is touching you, loving you, wanting you.”
His fingers stroked the small thong that she wore. She didn’t think she’d like wearing the thong. For the longest time, she’d thought a piece of fabric against her ass wouldn’t be comfortable especially with the cheeks of her ass hanging out each side, but it didn’t bother her, not one bit.
As she moved, she’d felt sensual, sexy, as if the sight would tease Steven even more.
“You’re wet, baby.”
“I put something else on for you.” She pushed his hands away, and he frowned.
When she moved to get on her knees, her cheeks were on fire, but she lifted her negligee up, and she heard his indrawn breath. Her prosthetic wasn’t causing her much trouble tonight, which she was thankful for. “I thought you might like that.”
She glanced behind her, and his gaze was on her ass.
“Now that is a fucking beautiful sight, baby.” His hands went to her curvy butt, and she gasped as he spread the cheeks open, only to hear him groan once again. His finger traced the path of the string, going down her back, to her anus, and then slipping beneath the fabric, and plunging inside her core.
Sally cried out at the pleasure his touch was creating. He pulled his finger out, only to thrust back inside her again.
Gripping the sheets beneath her, she felt heady from the rush, the arousal.
“One day soon, I’m going to fuck you like this. I’m going to have you on your knees, open, ready to take my cock, and I’m going to fuck you so that you scream my name.”
He grabbed her hips, and flipped her over so that she was on her back. “That day is not today.” He eased the strap down her shoulder, and then her other, lowering them until they were close to letting her breasts pop free. “Tonight, I’m going to take my time, and I’m going to make love to you, showing you how good it can be between us.”
The negligee glided down, and she heard him hiss as he exposed her tits to his view. His gaze followed the path as he removed her negligee, pushing it to the floor. Next, he got rid of the thong. He gave her that wicked smile she loved so much. “I think I should keep these.”
She burst out laughing. “Don
’t worry, I bought quite a few pairs.”
“You’re going to drive me crazy wondering, aren’t you?”
“You got that right. Every time you see me, you’re going to wonder if I’m wearing a thong, plain old panties, or maybe nothing at all.”
“You’d be that much of a tease?”
“For you I’d make an exception.” She chuckled and then moaned as he cupped her pussy. All laughter ceased as he slid a finger through her slit.
“Your pussy is so wet, baby. Have you been thinking about me?” he asked.
“Yes.” She gasped as he slid two fingers inside her this time. Closing her eyes, she thrust up, and then cried out as his thumb pressed against her pussy.
“I want you to look, Sally,” he said.
She opened her eyes, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do.
****
Steven intended for her to be there, every single step of the way. There was not going to be a chance of her hiding, now or ever. She sat back on her elbows, and as her gaze left him, he ran his thumb across her clit, feeling her cunt tighten around him.
She was so wet and so tight. He wanted her to come, screaming his name as she did, before they did anything else. That was all he wanted from her, to hear the sounds of her pleasure.
“That feels so good.”
“I’m only just getting started, babe. I’m going to make you feel oh, so good.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy, and tasted her cream. He’d gladly lick her all day long. Steven helped her move up the bed, and he bunched up the pillows so that she could see everything that he did. “I want you to tell me what feels good, what you like, and tell me what you don’t.”
“O-okay.”
“You don’t need to be nervous. I want this to feel good for you.”
“It does feel good. Everything you do feels so good.”
He loved her smile, and her body, and her mind. He just loved her more than anything else.
“You’re so beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, and glided down, sucking on her pulse.
He didn’t stop there, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, followed by the other, sucking hard. She gripped the back of her head, moaning. He ran his hands down her body, going between her thighs, cupping her pussy, and playing with her clit. Down he went, kissing her rounded stomach, and down still until he was at her mound. Opening her lips, he gazed down at her clit, and then looked at Sally.
She was doing exactly as he ordered, watching him.
Sliding his tongue through her slit, he heard her gasp and moan. He released her pussy lips, pressing a single finger inside her, and then pulling out. He fucked her with his finger, feeling her grow even wetter.
“Do you like that, baby?” he asked.
“Yes, it feels good. I don’t want you to stop.” She whimpered as he pushed a second finger inside her, fucking a little harder.
Stroking her clit with his tongue, Steven watched her, seeing the flush begin to glow on her cheeks, and her lips seeming a little more swollen from his kisses. His cock pulsed inside his boxer briefs with the tip leaking pre-cum inside.
He didn’t stop though, and kept on licking her pussy.
His arousal was building, but he ignored his own needs and focused on hers.
“I love … your tongue, Steven. It feels amazing.” She licked her lips, and when he thought she was going to close her eyes, she’d open them, and watch. “I’m so close.”
“I want you to come all over my face, baby.”
As he spoke her cunt tightened around his finger, and he just knew she liked his dirty talk.
Thrusting harder inside her, he sucked her clit into his mouth. Flicking the bud, he watched her, tasted her, surrounded himself in the pleasure of her, and it was so damn good, everything that he needed and more.
She was his entire world, and he loved her more than anything else.
“Steven,” she said, crying his name out.
Her orgasm came unexpectedly and hard, riding her body. He flicked her clit, keeping her orgasm going at the same time as he fucked her pussy with his fingers, wanting her to enjoy it.
“Oh, wow,” she said, panting as she jerked up. She rode her orgasm hard, crying his name, screaming it in fact, and only when she grabbed his hand, halting his touch, did he press a kiss to her clit.
During her orgasm, she had closed her eyes, and now he waited for her to open them, keeping still.
Slowly, she did, and the smile on her lips would stay with him for the rest of his life. It was complete and total serenity. “That was amazing.”
“Good.” He kissed her pussy again, and then moved from between her legs.
“Don’t go,” she said. “I want us to go further.”
“We will. I’m just grabbing one of these.” He held up a condom, and he saw her nod.
“Oh.” She glanced down his body. “I’d like to see you.”
“You want to see my dick?”
“Yes. You’ve seen and touched and felt every single part of me. I want to see you now.”
He stood up and gave her a wicked grin. “I’ve got no problem with that.” Pushing his boxers down his thighs, he kicked them to one side, and wrapped his fingers around his cock. “Do you like what you see?”
A flush coated her cheeks, chest, and the tops of her breasts.
“You’re … big.”
“That’s what every guy wants to hear.” He tore into the packet, and was about to take the latex out, when he saw the nervousness in her eyes.
He moved toward the bed, kneeling beside her. “Touch me.”
“What?”
“Touch me.”
“I can’t do that.”
This made him laugh. “Baby, I belong to you. Every part of me is yours. You can touch me.” When she made no move to touch him, he took hold of her hand and placed it on his cock. “This is what you do to me. Seeing that thong against your cute ass, I thought I was going to blow just from the sight.” Her touch was uncertain at first, delicate even, as if she was afraid to reach out to him, and he didn’t like that.
Covering her hand with his own, he guided her with his touch, taking his time. He began at the base, working up to the top, and then down again. The caress started out slow, which he didn’t mind. Only when he was sure she was confident to touch him did he release her hand and let her get used to the feel of him.
Her hand was smaller than his, and he watched the heat in her eyes.
“Do you like what you feel?” he asked.
“Yes. You’re so soft, and yet, you’re rock-hard.”
“That’s what you do to me.” He moved a little closer and ran a hand up her thigh, cupping her cunt. “Being around you does this to me.”
She kept running her hands up and down his cock, and he was slowly losing control. It had been a long time since he’d been with anyone, and the only person he had wanted had been Sally.
“I’m not going to last much longer, babe.”
Sally pulled her hand away, and looked up at him. “Maybe another day I can watch as you come?”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
He took the latex out of the packet and rolled it over his cock. Never had he been so nervous in his life, but he wanted this to be perfect for her.
“I won’t break.”
Dropping a kiss to her lips, Steven stared into her eyes and saw she wanted this. They both did.
Gripping his condom-covered cock, he moved to her pussy, and then slowly began to sink inside her. His gaze returned to hers as inch by glorious inch, he filled her. Moving over her, he thrust the last bit inside her and heard her moan.
He held her tightly, never wanting to let her go.
She felt amazing, and he cupped her cheek, tilting her head back as he claimed possession of her mouth. “This makes you mine completely.”
“Yes, and you’re mine,” she said.
“You never have to doubt it.” He had been hers for as long as he could remembe
r. Even when he tried to deny it, she’d been there.
He’d not been able to look at another woman when he finally realized his true feelings for her, nor had he wanted to. She was beautiful, his, and he loved her more than anything.
Her hands held him close as he began to rock inside her. He didn’t rush, wanting this to last, and for her to love every second of it.
“Tell me how you feel,” he asked, kissing her lips, her cheek, her neck.
“Amazing.”
“Do you have another word?”
“I can’t really think right now. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.”
“I can live with that.” Moving inside her, he wrapped his hands around her body, holding her close. He kissed her, and took his time making love to her. She felt incredible in his arms, and Steven knew he was fucking lucky to have her there.
She was his, all his. Even now he couldn’t believe that after all this time, she actually belonged to him. He’d even give up the club if he had to. That was how much he wanted her, and he’d make sure Whizz knew that there wasn’t anyone else for Sally. She was his woman, and one day soon she would be his wife.
Reaching between them, he stroked her clit, bringing her to orgasm a second time, and feeling her come apart on his cock brought him to his own release. He cried out her name, knowing nothing was ever going to be the same again.
****
Angel stood close to the nursery, seeing Lash staring in at Chloe. When he closed the door, and went to Anthony’s room, she moved up behind him. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she felt his hands go to hers, holding her.
Their son was spread-eagle on his bed, a book on his stomach, and she smiled.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong.”
“You can’t lie to me. You really do suck at it.”
“I’m just thinking about our babies.” He stepped back, closed the door, and pressed a hand to her stomach. “And our other baby.”
She held his hand, and smiled at him.
“The doctor said everything is good, and you need to stop worrying.”
“I’ll always worry about you, Angel. Always.”
She saw something was on his mind. “Talk to me, Lash.”