by Harley Stone
Wasp
CARLY WAS ONE of the most unintentionally amusing people I’d ever met. She was so damn complicated I couldn’t wait to see what she showed me next. Every story, every fear, every complication made me want to know more about her. She had layers of pain on top of layers of tragedy, and every time she laughed, one of those layers peeled away. Every musical note felt like a personal victory.
I’d finally found something besides fixing bikes that I was good at: making Carly laugh.
Drifting down her body, I felt her tense up beneath me, so I slowed down and peppered more kisses across her stomach. She was so self-conscious about her stretch marks, but I saw them as more signs of her strength. I kissed every last one before hovering above her thighs. She tensed again.
“Dove.” I grinned up at her. “You’re not gonna taste like Cool Ranch Doritos. And if you do, they’re my favorite, so it’s fine.”
She cracked a smile and shook her head at me. “I never should have told you that story.”
“Yes, you should have, because now I can get you over it. Trust me, oral is something you want to experience. You’ve been missing out.”
She chewed on her lip. With cheeks a sensuous shade of freshly-fucked-pink, hair a mess of dark curls, and body writhing beneath me, she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. My lips landed on her right thigh, and I kissed my way up to the swollen lips of her pussy. She sucked in a breath, and I grazed over her slit before kissing the other thigh. With my thumb, I began massaging her clit as I licked and nibbled the delicate skin between her legs.
“Drew,” she breathed, sounding so hot and bothered my cock instantly hardened.
“What do you want?” I asked, blowing on her slit. She was so damn wet my breath against all her inviting dampness had to feel amazing.
She moaned. “More.”
I licked her folds. She moaned again, and I decided that was my new favorite sound, loving it even more than her laughter. Dipping my tongue into her folds again, I circled her clit.
“Oh, God.”
Flattening my tongue, I licked through her tempting folds before attacking her clit again. She raised her ass off the bed, silently asking me for more, but I wasn’t even close to finished playing. I sucked on her clit and circled my thumbs around her entrance, occasionally dipping into her wetness.
“More,” she said again.
Spreading her legs even wider, I licked my way down to her pussy before plunging inside. She gasped, her body stiffening. I don’t know what she was so embarrassed about, because Carly was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Rolling her flavor around on my tongue, I climbed back up her body and kissed her. She hesitantly opened her mouth to me, and I licked her tongue, giving her a taste, before pulling back so I could see her reaction.
“You taste fuckin’ amazing,” I said before lowering my face to her pussy to get more.
I feasted until I felt her walls tightened around my tongue. Then I dunked two fingers inside and curved them to hit her g-spot. She squirmed and bucked, taking my fingers deeper as I sucked on her clit, flicking it with my tongue.
Eyes half-lidded, she threw her head back, fisting the sheets as she continued to thrash. “Fuck! God! Holy Christ! Motherfuckin’ shit!”
I dug in, licking and sucking harder. Her climax was so intense, I almost came from watching her. That question about her ears ringing made me wonder if she’d ever had an orgasm before. Regardless, I planned to give her plenty more to make up for it. I hadn’t been lying about how amazing her pussy felt, and I couldn’t wait to get back inside her.
Sprawled across the bed with her eyes closed, still breathing heavily, Carly looked like she’d been ridden hard and put away wet.
“How you doin’ there,” I asked with a chuckle as I climbed up her body.
“I think you killed me,” she mumbled.
“Dead people don’t talk.”
She opened one eye, peeking at me. “You put me in a coma, then.”
I trailed my hand up the inside of her thigh. “Nope. People in comas don’t talk either.”
“That felt amazing, Wasp. Thank you.”
I’d made a lot of girls come in my life, but none of them had thanked me. “My pleasure, sweetheart.”
“Pleasure?” she asked. “Really? How is that pleasurable for you when you got nothing out of it?”
I grabbed her hand and put it on my stiff dick. “Trust me, I enjoyed it. There’s nothing sexier than watching you lose control like that. Your language got a little colorful there at the end.”
She blushed. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
I leaned over her. “Never apologize for enjoying yourself. Not with me.”
Her gaze drifted down to my cock. “Looks like you have a problem there. What are you planning to do with that thing?”
“Why? Do you have something in mind?”
She licked her lips. “Can I… Uh… Try to…”
“If you wanna suck me off, you never have to ask. I’d love to see those lips wrapped around my cock.”
Lying on my back, I watched her expression change as she worked through some sort of internal battle.
“Have you never done this before?” I asked.
“I was a little busy surviving, so there were several things about the high school experience I missed out on. Then Trent came along and… Short answer: no.”
That meant Trent’s dad was the only man she’d ever been with, and their relationship had been short and limited. More like two kids fumbling in the dark than adults seeking pleasure. “You’ve got a lot of catching up to do, dove. I’d be happy to show you the ropes.”
“How very kind of you,” she deadpanned.
I wrapped my fingers around my cock and gave it a few hard tugs. “Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”
She hesitated a second or two longer before rolling over onto me. Settling on her knees between my legs, she pushed away my hand and gently wrapped her fingers around my dick.
“You don’t have to be gentle.” I bucked my hips, bouncing my cock in her hand. “He likes it a little rough.”
She tightened her grip and tugged, pulling a groan from my throat. Smiling, she swiped her tongue across the tip. My cock jerked in response. Surprise lit up Carly’s face. Sometimes she was so goddamn innocent it almost did me in. Flattening her tongue against my balls, she licked all the way to the tip like it was a giant lollipop. My cock jerked again. Her eyes smiled as she looked up at me.
“Enjoying yourself?” I asked.
“I think it likes me,” she replied.
I snickered. “You have no idea.”
Every inch of my body liked her, craved her. I wanted to pervert that sweet innocence, to show her all the ways we could bring each other pleasure. As she went back to her exploration of my dick, I reveled in her ministrations. She licked me a few more times before sliding her lips over the head. Watching myself disappear inside her mouth was so damn hot, I moaned. Smiling around my cock, her gaze met mine, and her big brown eyes watched me as her lips slid down my shaft.
She wanted to please me.
Watching me for my reactions, she continued to experiment with her tongue and lips. Hollowing out her cheeks, she slid down my shaft until my head was hitting the back of her throat and she was gagging on my size. It was all hot as fuck, and I laced my fingers behind my head, content to lie back and watch her enjoy herself. My cock hit the back of her throat again and I hissed out a curse. Picking up on my pleasure, she did it again, adding one hand to the base and using the other to cup my balls.
The sensation was too much. Those big brown eyes kept watching me, questioning.
“That feels so damn good. You keep it up, and I’m gonna come.”
She squeezed her hand tighter around my base and took me further down her throat. Eyes watering, she sped up.
Releasing my hands so I could grab the back of her head, I kept her right where I wanted her as I fucked her mouth, bucking my hips until my balls were cl
enching with impending release.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned her.
She sucked harder, silently begging for my release. I gave it to her. She kept her lips sealed around my cock as cum filled her mouth. Swallowing every drop, she licked me clean before pulling away and meeting my gaze again. “Was that okay?” she asked.
“Carly, I can’t even tell you how beyond okay that was. You’re a fuckin’ natural. You took me so goddamn deep my cock had a full-on play date with your tonsils.” I patted the bed next to me. “Come here.”
She crawled up to lie beside me. Maybe an inch separated us, and it was too much space. Pulling her against me, I kissed her before tucking her under my arm. I was exhausted but couldn’t sleep. My mind kept replaying the events of today. Bowling, dinner, hanging out on the couch, talking, fucking, Carly in my bed. It all felt so perfectly natural I was dreading spending tomorrow without her and Trent. For the first time ever, I could see the value in a long-term relationship, because I wanted more nights of this.
I wanted all my nights to be like this.
Carly’s breath evened out and her body relaxed against me. The room was cooling down, so I pulled the blankets up over us. Her body was so damn perfect, it felt like a crime to cover it up, but I didn’t want her to get cold. I wanted to make sure she was comfortable, to protect her.
Her past kept fucking with my mind. I still couldn’t believe all the shit she’d been through, and I was worried about this Nate psychopath she’d told me about coming for her. Grabbing my cell phone from the night stand, I texted a recruit by the name of Bull to see if he could keep an eye on Carly and Trent.
Moments later my phone vibrated with an incoming call from Link, so I slipped out from under Carly and sneaked out of my bedroom and into the hall to answer.
“Hey Prez, how they hangin’?” I asked.
“I should ask you the same. What’s this about some girl you want Bull to keep an eye on? Who the fuck are you, and what have you done with my brother?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. You say that like you didn’t just get married. Has Emily given you joint custody of your balls yet? Or do you still only see them on the weekends.”
He roared with laughter. “My balls are right where they need to be. Emily’s pregnant.”
“Wow. That was fast. Congratulations, brother.”
“What, no jokes about it being your kid? It’s like I don’t even know you right now.”
I had to smile. “Yeah. Sorry to disappoint, but I’ve got a lot of shit on my mind.”
“I hear ya. Emily just took another high-profile case, and I’m worried about her safety. I’ve been trying to get her to quit or lay low or something, but my damn woman is as stubborn as the day is long.”
Snickering, I replied, “You don’t say?”
“I do say, smartass. She’ll come around, eventually. But for now, Bull’s with her whenever I can’t be.”
“I get it, Prez. Thanks for the call.”
“You should try Stocks. Everyone thinks he’s breakable because of that fuckin’ bullet wound, but he’s bored out of his mind and chompin’ at the bit to do something.”
“All right. I’ll give him a call.”
“This girl you’re seeing, is she Flint’s girl? Carly? The one you’ve been trying to get with for months?”
“Yep.”
“Finally gave you the time of day, huh?”
“It would appear so since she’s currently sleeping in my bed.” I probably shouldn’t have kissed and told, but Link’s opinion mattered, and I wanted him to know what was up. Carly and I were making a go at this, so I needed his blessing.
“You at the club?” he asked.
“Nope.”
“You took her and the kid to your house, huh?” He knew I wouldn’t lie, so he was fishing for information.
“Sure did.”
“Guess that explains why I haven’t seen you around much. Heard her kid goes to school at Helping Hands.”
My brothers gossiped worse than teenage girls. “Yep.”
“Okay then. Well, don’t forget that the Fourth is in a couple weeks.”
Since so many of my brothers had a level of PTSD that made it impossible to enjoy fireworks, we usually went camping up in the woods during Independence Day. Ironic, but those who fight for our country’s freedom often can’t join in the celebration.
“Like always, families are allowed, Wasp. Have you fucked around and gotten yourself a family?”
Leave it to Link to plow head-on into the hard questions. I glanced at both bedroom doors, wondering why the idea didn’t scare the shit out of me. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more right it seemed. “I don’t know, brother, but it’s lookin’ that way.”
“Never thought I’d see the day. She must be one hell of a woman.”
“She is, Link. But she could be in trouble.”
“Well, call Stocks and get her security sorted. You know we take care of our own, and if she’s with you, she’s family. Maybe bring her and the kid up on the Fourth so we can get to know them.”
And just like that, he’d accepted Carly and Trent. I knew the rest of my brothers would as well… after they harassed me, of course. “Thanks, brother,” I said.
“Of course. I can’t wait to see how this plays out.” Laughing, he hung up.
I called Stocks and set up Carly’s security before slipping back into bed with her.
Carly
AFTER AN INCREDIBLE night of orgasms in Wasp’s bed, I could barely walk the next morning. Muscles I didn’t even know I had were stiff, sore, and aching as I limped to the bathroom.
Wasp chuckled at my back, clearly proud of himself. “Sorry, sweetheart.”
He sure as hell didn’t sound sorry. “Right.” I pushed open the door.
“I could always come in there and give you a shower massage.”
And there was no doubt in my mind where that would lead. He’d already given me a bed massage this morning and I didn’t think my body could take many more of his ministrations. “You stay away from me or we’re both gonna be late for work. And I’ll probably end up in the hospital.”
Laughing, he sat up and reached for his jeans. “Can’t tell me it wouldn’t be worth it.”
Oh, it would be worth it. I had no idea sex could be so amazing. The things that man could do with his tongue… “Not today, Satan.”
He only laughed harder. “Fine. I’ll wake Trent up and get some breakfast in him.”
My heart stuttered, as it always did when Wasp took care of my kid. The man was just too good to be true. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, no problem.” He lumbered out of the bedroom, looking a little stiff and sore himself, and I hurried into the bathroom to rush through a quick shower.
“I didn’t have any nightmares,” Trent announced when I joined him at the little bar separating Wasp’s kitchen from his living room. He was happily munching on a slice of crispy bacon, with a plate of eggs on the bar in front of him.
Wasp had made breakfast. Could the man get any better?
“Of course, you didn’t.” Wasp mussed up Trent’s hair. “Nothing can get you here, T-man. Not even bad dreams. You’ll always be safe with me, kid.” He looked up at me, his gaze so intense I felt the last of my walls crumble. “You both will.”
My heart was squeezing so hard I couldn’t form a response, so I nabbed a slice of bacon and took a bite to keep my mouth busy.
Wasp went in with me to drop Trent off at school, and I swear the receptionist’s mouth practically fell off her face.
“Morning Heather,” I said, signing my kid in.
Her jaw snapped shut. “Uh… Carly. Hi.”
Heather was a total bitch who always accepted my payments like they were foodstamps. I swear, she got off on calling me for every little thing Trent did wrong. Seeing her so flustered made my morning so I laced my fingers in Wasp’s, and together we walked Trent to his classroom.
As we rounded the corn
er, Wasp gave a low chuckle. “You gonna start markin’ your territory, dove?”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “Do I need to?”
The hungry look he gave me said a whole lot more than the slight shake of his head. “It might be kinda hot, though.”
Wasp opened Trent’s door for me and we went through. Trent, who was normally so eager to play with his friends I had to hold him back to give him a goodbye kiss, hung back, clinging to Wasp’s leg.
Wasp kneeled and wrapped an arm around my kid. “You okay, buddy?” he asked.
“I want to stay with you,” Trent replied.
“I want that too, T-man, but I gotta get to work. So does your mom. I had fun hanging out with you last night though, and I promise we’ll do it again real soon, okay?”
“When?”
Wasp looked to me. “Well, your mom has to work tonight, and I have something going on Wednesday night, but how about we plan to get together this weekend?”
“What will we do?”
This could take forever if I didn’t step in. “Trent, Wasp and I gotta go or we’re gonna be late. Tell him goodbye and go play with your friends.”
“I’ll make plans for this weekend and call you and let you know,” Wasp replied. “And I want you to promise you’ll call me if you need me.”
“But I don’t have a phone,” Trent replied.
“That’s okay. You can use any phone to call me. Even your mom’s. Here, let me give you my number.” Wasp approached the teacher (who’d been watching the entire exchange) and got a post-it and a pen. He scrawled down his digits and handed the post-it to Trent. “Can you read this?”
Trent recited the numbers.
“Good.” Wasp mussed up his hair. “You really are a smart kid. I want you to keep saying them until you memorize them… until you can say them without looking at the paper. Think you can do that by this weekend?”
Trent nodded.
“Now you have a way to reach me if you’re ever in trouble.” He gave Trent a hug. “You go have a good day, okay? Your mom doesn’t need any calls about you misbehaving.”