Addicted: A Secret Baby Romance (Rebel Saints MC)

by Zoey Parker

  Without warning, he took me by the waist and nearly threw me onto the bed. I hardly had time to catch my breath before he started stripping off his clothes. My mouth hung open in wonder as he revealed his body to me. The word “gladiator” came to mind, and I dismissed it, but that was the closest thing I could think to compare him to. He was pure muscle, chiseled, his massive arms and shoulders begging to be held onto. My fingers ached to touch him. He slid off his pants and I nearly gasped. His shorts revealed the size of his erection, and I was torn between drooling over it and being afraid I wouldn’t be able to take him inside me. I hoped he would be gentle.

  Then he was on top of me, crawling up the bed. Instinctively I spread my legs, allowing him to settle against me. We kissed again, even harder this time, before he worked his way down my body. I closed my eyes, rolling my head from side to side, wanting more, afraid of more, wishing it would last forever.

  He licked a trail between my breasts, then down my flat stomach. I gasped when his tongue reached my navel, abdominal muscles fluttering in response. He went lower still, down to the center of my heat. I ached for him, but was terrified.

  “I don’t know…” I whimpered. Sex was one thing, but oral was another.

  “I want to taste you,” he whispered. I felt his tongue lap at me, over my panties, and I groaned in blissful delight. My body took over, and I nodded my head with my eyes still closed. He hooked his fingers around the waistband and slid the thong off. That was it. I was naked in front of a man for the first time. Again, I reminded myself not to cover up with my hands. I gripped the sheets instead, clutching them in my fists.

  He started slow, kissing the insides of my thighs. I spread my legs wider without meaning to, my body taking over again. I couldn’t resist him as his tongue moved closer and closer to my center, to where I burned for him.

  When he touched it to my aching, swollen lips I almost left the bed. But he held me down, forcing me to receive the delicious pleasure he gave me. I rolled my head back and forth in total pleasure, moaning, gasping. And he hadn’t even dipped inside my lips yet.

  When he did, I immediately started to come. It was too much to take. I tensed up all around him, then exploded. It was incredible, better than anything I’d ever managed to do for myself. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, how good he was. I was lost in pleasure, whimpering, moaning, wanting more but not sure I could take more if I tried.

  Then he settled himself between my legs, and at some point he’d shed his shorts.

  “Wait,” I asked, looking down. “I don’t know about this.”

  “I’ll go slow,” he panted. I knew he was dying for release by then.

  “Can we turn out the lights, please?”

  “Why?” He pulled back, puzzled.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just feel like I want them off. Please. This is a big deal for me.”

  He nodded, then got up. The brief movement afforded me the chance to see what he had between his legs, and I couldn’t believe it. He was long, thick, rigid. I had seen sex toys that big before, but never thought I could take one inside myself. Then, the lights were off.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  He settled himself over me again, only he didn’t try to enter me right away. Instead, he kissed me. Softly, gently. He must have sensed my fear and was trying to calm me down. I knew I would never be able to thank him enough for that.

  He licked my lips, his tongue darting over them. I whimpered, wanting more, and I opened my mouth to meet his tongue with mine. The sensation was incredible, sending lightning bolts to my center. I was already simmering, ready to boil for him. And he wanted me to. He wanted me to want him.

  I gasped when I felt him slide against me, through my wetness. The head of his penis rubbed my clit and I groaned and rolled my hips in a circle to meet his friction with my own. He sighed, moving his hips again. I moved with him, grinding my clit against him. I wanted to come again, the way he’d made me come before. I was already craving more pleasure, and I knew he could give it to me.

  “Yes…yes…” I whispered, turning my head away so he wouldn’t see what he was doing to me. I was still afraid, a little embarrassed. He kissed my neck, licking, sucking at me. And still he stroked me with his hard length, letting out little grunts of pleasure with every breath. I almost couldn’t stand it, knowing he was taking pleasure in my body just like I was taking pleasure from him.

  I felt another orgasm coming on, and I gripped him tighter and tighter as the pleasure condensed in one solid ball of fire, then exploded all through me. I nearly screamed, pressing my face into his shoulder as the waves washed over me. I had never done that before in front of another person, and this was now the second time. It was huge for me. I thought I might cry, but held it back. Why would I cry? Nobody ever told me I might want to cry.

  “Are you ready?” he asked. I felt sorry for him, almost. He was dying to let go.

  “Yes,” I said, meaning it completely. I was ready to do it. He had gotten me ready. I winced, though, when I felt the first pressure from the head against my tight opening.

  “Please,” I whispered in the dark. “Please go slowly.”

  “I will,” he promised. Then the pressure grew stronger, until he was inside me. I gasped, my eyes closed. I gritted my teeth against the discomfort. He was so big it hurt. Not as much as I was always told it would, but enough to make me wince.

  “Okay?” he grunted. I could tell he was barely holding himself back for my sake. I made a noise in the affirmative, and he continued to ease his way inside me. I pressed my lips together, breathing deeply. Finally, he was in. I felt our bodies connect.

  “You’re so tight. I had no idea,” he whispered. “I’m trying so hard to hold on.”

  “It’s okay,” I whispered. “You don’t have to.” The pain was receding, and in its place came a low, deep sort of pleasure. Not earth-shattering, but just a warm goodness from deep inside me.

  But this wasn’t about me. It was about him. He had paid for me, and was getting what he paid for. Besides, he had already made me feel so good. I didn’t think it mattered how it felt when we actually had sex. I didn’t expect anything amazing.

  He pulled out just a little, then slid back in. I gasped, then groaned. It did feel good. He did it again, and again, going a little faster every time.

  He picked my legs up, putting them around his waist. It allowed him to go even deeper, and I bit into his shoulder as I groaned. It wasn’t painful, though. It started to feel better and better. I groaned again to let him know how much I liked it. I didn’t know how to say it otherwise, and was too shy.

  I looked up at him, where he bore his weight on his elbows. His eyes were closed—I could tell, even in the darkness. What was he thinking? Did I feel good? I must have, since his breathing got faster and harder with every thrust. The low pleasure inside me got bigger, brighter, better. I moaned his name, and he grunted.

  He groaned louder, and I thought it meant he was going to come. I held onto his shoulders, digging my fingers into them, reveling in the way he felt under my hands. I felt pleasure, but not the sort of pleasure he had taken me to with his mouth, or what I had felt on my own. I hadn’t expected to either.

  He stiffened and cried out, and it was over. He fell against me, taking my breath away before pushing himself up on his elbows.

  That was it. I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

  I looked up at the ceiling, over his shoulder. I didn’t feel any different. Not really. A little sore, maybe, and still glowing with the memory of what Eric had made my body do. I pressed my mouth to his shoulder, hoping he understood how important what we’d done was to me. It wasn’t just about money, though that was part of it. He could have used me, taken advantage just by the fact of his sheer physical strength. But he didn’t. I would never see him again, but I would always be grateful.

  He moved away from me, and suddenly I felt very alone. I wished he would hold me, but I didn’t know how to ask or if he
would. There was no reason he should. I remembered, then, why I had always wanted to wait until it was special. Thirty thousand dollars couldn’t hold me when I felt emotional.

  Chapter Eight

  Eric

  I couldn’t believe she was actually a virgin before we got started, but there was no missing the way she almost screamed when I first entered her.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, stretched out on my side next to her. She was on her back, and I could just barely see in the dark that her eyes were closed.

  “Yeah, I’m okay,” she whispered. It sounded like she was crying.

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded. “I don’t know if this is how I normally am when I have sex, since that was the first time I ever did.”

  I did my best not to laugh. It was a serious moment for her, I knew. “Is there anything I can do?”

  She turned her head toward me. “Really?” She sounded awed.

  “Well, yeah. I mean, if you’re feeling weird, I wanna help you. I can’t let you lay here crying.”

  She sighed. “Thank you. Can I…like…sorta snuggle up a little? Just a little.”

  I hesitated. I didn’t want her to get any ideas. But what could happen? Besides, I understood how she felt. I still remembered my first time. And I had been with virgins before, when I was a teenager. I remembered how they were a little emotional afterward. It made sense.

  “Okay.” I held out one arm to her, and she turned her back to my chest. I spooned her, wrapping her up tight. “Is that good?”

  “Yes. Thank you.” We stayed that way for a long time. Her body trembled under my arm.

  “You’re not scared of me, are you?”

  “No.” It came too fast, though. Like she was afraid to tell the truth. I cut her some slack.

  “You don’t have to be. I’m not such a bad person.” I was a terrible person, an awful person. A murderer, and that was just the start of the list. She didn’t need to know that. I didn’t want her to know.

  She was the first really good woman I’d ever slept with. The thought almost made me gasp out loud. It was the truth, too. I wasn’t used to being with women like her. Smart women, beautiful women, women with a future ahead of them. Women with good hearts. She had a good heart.

  I didn’t normally think about things like that. What did I care if a woman was a nice person? If she was willing to fuck and worth fucking, she was okay by me. But this girl was different. She took care of her mother, who was dying. She was willing to give up her virginity just to pay for the old lady to have hospice care. It blew me away. I hadn’t known women like her existed.

  “Can I ask you something?” I whispered. I hoped to make her feel a little more comfortable, because already I was thinking about doing her again. I stirred against her ass. She was so tight, so delicious. That first thrust was like heaven, a pure rush. I needed another hit.

  “What do you want to know?”

  “You said you’re a bartender, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “You seem too smart for that. What is it you really wanna do?”

  “What if I really want to be a bartender?” she asked.

  I laughed softly. “Nobody dreams of being a bartender.”

  “I guess not. I really want to go to culinary school and become a chef. I majored in hospitality in college.”

  “Wow, that’s cool. So you wanna have your own place one day, or what?”

  “Exactly.” She sounded a little more comfortable, telling me about what she wanted to do with her life. Good thing, too, since I was getting harder every time she wiggled against me. I knew she had no idea what she was doing, which made it even sexier. Turning me on without meaning to.

  “Why don’t you do it, then? Go back to school?”

  “It’s super expensive. Like, ridiculously.”

  “Do you really need to go to school for it, though? Could you just go to work in a kitchen?”

  “I guess, but I really want the training.” She settled back against me, and I almost groaned in her ear. It was already killing me just trying to come up with questions to ask her. I was too distracted to think straight. She was making it so hard for me not to take advantage of her. I wanted to turn her over, spread her legs and take her from behind like an animal. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed my name and passed out because it felt too good.

  But she wasn’t the kind of girl I could do that to. I had to get her into it first.

  My arm was still around her, and my fingers were curled up on the mattress. I knew her tits were right in front of them, waiting for me to touch. I ran my fingers over her nipples, which went hard right away. I bit my lip to hold back another groan. She was so easy to turn on; it was like a gift. I flicked her nipples again, slowly, like I wasn’t even meaning to. Just casual.

  Her breathing almost stopped. She was too busy concentrating on what I was doing to her. I flexed my fingers again, strumming them across her tits. My cock strained against her ass. She was so warm, and I knew she would be so wet when I found her spot. I sighed and flexed my hips.

  She sighed, too. I had her. She finally felt me and knew what she was feeling. I ran my hand down her stomach, then to her mound. Her legs were closed, but it didn’t take much effort to get them open again. I found her button, pulsing in her folds, and she cried out when my fingers slid over it. She was wet again, like I knew she would be. She rocked her hips against my hand in a fast, urgent rhythm. I licked her neck, shoulders, anything I could get my mouth on while she came with a sharp, shuddering cry.

  “Oh, my God…” She sighed as she collapsed back against me. “Oh, Eric.”

  “I need you,” I growled, licking her earlobe as I did. “I need you now. I need to be inside you again.” She shivered in my arms. I knew then how much she wanted me, too.

  “Yes. Take me. Please. But be gentle,” she pleaded.

  “I will.” I couldn’t promise, but I would try. My cock was doing the thinking for me, and it was straining and throbbing.

  I left her on her side, taking her top leg and pushing it forward until she was almost on her stomach. I loved the angle this position gave me. I slid one leg between hers and slid my cock through her cleft until I found her entrance.

  “Are you sure?” she whispered. I didn’t know what she was asking, really. Was I sure I could be careful with her, maybe.

  “I’m sure,” I muttered, then thrusted forward slowly. She whimpered, burying her face in the pillow. Her muscles were still trembling and pulsing, and it took everything in me to hold back. I wanted to pound her until I couldn’t move anymore. Her body was begging me to come. But I waited for her to adjust with my jaw clenched.

  “Okay,” she whispered, taking a deep breath. “I’m okay.” I didn’t wait to hear anything more. I pulled back, then slid forward again. Pulled back, then slid forward. She whimpered a little with every thrust, though the sound of them changed. First it was discomfort, maybe uncertainty. Then it was pleasure. I filled her again and again, stretching her with my thickness. She felt so good.

  “You’re so good,” I whispered, pushing into her. “So hot.” She shivered, and I felt her tighten even more.

  “I wanna feel you come,” I whispered. “I want you to come for me when I’m inside you. Touch yourself for me.” I held myself up on one hand, taking her tits in the other and playing with them. It was so good. Her body was perfect, and nobody had ever played with it but me. I throbbed a little when I thought that.

  “What did you say?” She looked back at me.

  “Touch yourself. Don’t tell me you never did.” I kept thrusting, never losing my pace. “Make yourself come. I wanna feel it.”

  She waited for a second, then her hand slid between the bed and her body. She stiffened for a second, probably still sensitive from the last orgasm. Then she sighed, and started grinding her hips into the bed.

  “Fuck,” I whispered. It was even better than I thought, especially the way she moved against me when
she moved her hips. The longer she went, the tighter she got as she started to come. I felt her clamp around me so tight it almost hurt—then she screamed into the pillow, and her muscles started pulsing again.

  “Yes…yes…that’s it…” I pumped harder, just hard enough to push myself over the edge. I grunted loudly, exploding inside her. She was still quivering when I slid out.

  I rolled onto my back, breathing heavy. I kept a hand on her back, though. I had the feeling she needed the contact. She was feeling emotional again, probably.

  What was it about her? Why did I even care? I hadn’t spent the money, or promised to, so I could babysit an emotional chick for the rest of the night. It wasn’t my fault she didn’t know how to be after sex. I hadn’t done anything to hurt her.