by Jordan Marie
His cock springs out, as if it’s pointing right at me. His dick, dark in color, is wet from the way his pre-cum has risen to the top and spilled out, painting the head in a clear gloss that makes me lick my lips.
“It’d drive me crazy because I could remember everything from the way you heated in my hands, to the texture when I would squeeze your cock tight, and even the way you stretched my mouth. I dreamed of the way it felt to slide my tongue along your shaft as I took you to the back of my throat,” I tell him, my voice a little more than a whisper, my body tense with need.
“Christo, Beth, mi cielo, let me…” he exhales.
I hold his cock tight in my hand and stroke him once slowly and deliberately before bringing him to my mouth. I run my tongue over the tip, moaning as the taste of his pre-cum blooms on my tongue. I watch him as I swirl my tongue across the head.
“I wanted to cry each time because, as much as I could remember, I couldn’t taste you. I wanted to taste you again, just once… one more time…” I tell him, right before I inch my mouth down on his cock, slowly taking him in, using my tongue to brush along his shaft. I slide him in until he reaches the back of my throat. I hollow my cheeks out, sucking him hard. Slowly, I let him go, withdrawing him from my mouth.
“Beth, mi cielo, I need inside you…”
“And I need this… Skull. I need it more than I could tell you.”
That part, at least, is honest. I do need him like this. I need him in so many ways.
His hand comes around to pull on my hair, holding me still. His thumb brushes along my jawline, as he studies me.
“I will see your body soon, querida,” he tells me, so I know now that he has me figured out. I know I will show him eventually, but I can’t deal with it right now. I just can’t.
“I’ll show you… I just…”
“It’s okay, mi cielo. We’ll take this slow,” he tells me, his face tender. This side of Skull, I’ve missed.
I rub the side of my face against his cock, pushing down so his pants are out of the way. I let my tongue slide along his balls. They’re warm and tight, and I feel moisture slide along the inside of my thighs. I flatten my tongue, then curl it under his balls before licking slowly up his cock, gathering the pre-cum which is running down the sides.
“Tan bueno,” he groans, his hands moving back to my hair and tightening into it to the point of pain, sending tingles through my body. So good… and it is. I had missed him like he was a piece of me, but I had forgotten just how good being together was.
Skull holds the base of his cock with one hand and my face with the other. He moves his dick along my lips, painting them. I can’t resist letting my tongue come up and lick more of his taste. He yanks my hair harder, forcing my head back.
“I’ll give it to you, mi cielo, and you’re going to drink down every drop.” Shivers of need roll through my body, especially when his voice drops a notch. “Open for me,” he demands, putting pressure on the side of my face. I open and he guides his cock into my mouth. I close my lips around it, humming against his shaft as he pushes my head down. He fills my mouth so full it’s hard to close my lips around him because of the way he stretches me.
He pushes me down and hits the back of my throat. I pull from his hold, but he doesn’t let me go. I try to relax my throat, swallowing in my nervousness. Skull moans and pushes even farther, holding me tight so that my face rests against his fine nest of hair at the base of his cock. I whimper, feeling both submissive and powerful at the same time. He slowly backs out of my mouth, and then sets a pace that has me moving up and down on his cock so hard and fast I’m forced to hold onto him and take what he does.
I’m helpless—and I love every second of it.
My fingers bite into the cheeks of his ass, my nails scoring the skin as he fucks my mouth hard. He’s murmuring Spanish above me, but I’m so caught up in what I’m doing I can’t grasp the words. I know they’re dirty, filthy-hot, and that does nothing but make me more excited.
“I’m getting ready to blow, Beth, and you’re going to swallow every drop.”
I can’t talk. My mouth is too full of cock, but I hum my approval. I want it.
One more thrust in my mouth, and pulling back out… then another… and another… then I feel the first spray of his cum hit the back of my throat just before he thrusts back in, hard, not giving me a chance to catch my breath. I swallow it down.
He withdraws and roughly pushes back in, then more cum bathes my mouth. I swallow it all… and then more… and then impossibly more. Slowly, he begins to fade, his cock never completely soft, but enough so that my mouth isn’t as full, and I can breathe in through my nose and try to calm my heartrate.
He pulls me off of him by the hold on my hair.
“Mierda! Mi cielo… you undo me.” I don’t answer, I can’t. All I can do is lick my lips and see what he does next. I don’t have long to wait. “Christo! I hope you’re ready for round two because I need back in your pussy now.”
I look up at the sky, glad that night has started to fall, because I want everything he gives me and for once, I don’t want to worry about the scars on my body.
“Good morning, mi cielo,” Skull whispers and I tense up, thinking I’m just dreaming again.
“If you disappear, I don’t think I can’t handle it.”
“Disappear?”
“I can’t count the number of times I’ve dreamed of us like this… in your arms with that look in your eyes, and you calling me ‘your sky’… all of it. Only to wake up and find it was all a dream.”
“It’s not a dream, Beth. It is a promise.”
“A promise?” I ask him, my fingers trailing over the ink on his chest, unable to drag my eyes away from it. God, everything about him is just as beautiful as I remember. His hand moves up my shoulder, trailing a path along my neck, then arriving at my jawline and chin. Carefully, he adds the slightest bit of pressure so that he pulls my head up. I look at him in question.
“Last night was our beginning, mi cielo. There is no looking back, no forgetting that no matter what is at stake, it is the two of us and Gabby—”
“Against the world,” I finish, kissing the inside of his hand. His response is a warm smile, which looks amazing on him. “I love you, Skull. I always have, but I love you so much more now. I’ll never take having you in my life for granted.”
“What do you say we pick our daughter up from Sabre’s and drive out to Natural Bridge for the day? I feel the need to spend the day with my two favorite girls.”
“You can take the day off from the club?” I ask, greedy to spend more time with him, but not wanting him to be lax. I can’t let anything happen to him—not now. Not ever.
“I can do anything I want and I most definitely want this,” he whispers. He’s leaning over me, his hand still holding the side of my neck. He buries his face in the other side, letting his teeth rake against the skin. My hips thrust up against his. He groans.
When we got home last night, he took me straight to his room. He let me get ready for bed on my own, giving me one of his long-sleeved shirts that fell to my knees. I thought he would pressure me to show him what I’ve been hiding. He hasn’t, and I’m glad, but as his hand moves up under the shirt and the pads of his fingers trail up my leg, I wish I’d just let him…
When he gets to my hip, I tense up. I know he feels it because his eyes go to me and he squeezes my hip gently.
“Mi cielo, nothing you are hiding could bother me. You are beautiful to me no matter what,” he whispers, and I want to believe him. I want that so much. I swallow and it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him it’s okay.
“Skull,” I start, but I stop when there’s a pounding on the door.
“Boss, you in there?” Sabre asks.
“Hijo de puta,” Skull mutters, holding his head down. He slowly brings it back up, his eyes holding mine. “This better be good, Sabre,” he growls, much louder, still looking at me.
“We’ve fo
und Colin,” Sabre says.
Both of us tense at the same time.
“I’ll be right there. Tell everyone to meet me in my office,” Skull tells him, and we hear Sabre walk away.
“When this is over, Beth, I am loading you and Gabby up and we’re hitting the road and only stopping when we want, and only answering the fucking phone if we feel like it.”
“I’m not sure I like that idea,” I tell him honestly.
“Why’s that?”
“Our bed isn’t on the road.”
“But you haven’t experienced the joys of hotel sex yet, querida. Trust me, I’ll make you like it.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” I tell him with a half-smile.
“I better go to work,” he says. I nod my head in agreement and regret. I don’t want to lose the connection the two of us have finally made. “Hey, I got this,” he says, correctly reading the worry on my face.
“I know, I just… things are so good right now…”
“I’m going to kill him, Beth. Then, when he’s no longer polluting the air we breathe, you and I are going on our trip with our daughter. That’s my promise to you.”
“Do I get to…”
He puts his finger on my lips. “You killed Matthew. You have to save one for me, querida. They destroyed my life, too.”
“You’ll let me know what’s going on? You won’t hide it from me?” I ask him, knowing that if I at least know what he’s doing, that will be enough.
“I promise. You and me against the world, remember?”
“And Gabby,” I answer.
“Always Gabby,” he confirms.
“Then get off of me. It’s time we get this day started.” I smile, trying to shake off this bad feeling I have. He reaches down to kiss me, and I take it with gratitude. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, moving against my own as we slowly taste and enjoy one another. I bring my fingers up to my lips when we pull apart. Five minutes later when Skull has dressed and left the room, I’m still holding my fingers to my lips and wishing I was on the road with my family.
“You’re looking awfully satisfied there, boss,” Briar says when I come through the door.
I look him over. Could he be the mole? A man could drive himself fucking insane trying to figure this shit out.
“This mean you’re finally boning your wife again?” Torch asks. I slap him on the back of his head, harder than is warranted, but that shit feels good.
“Respect, estúpido,” I warn him. Bastard doesn’t even blink an eye. He laughs. I could almost hate him.
“‘Bout damn time. Hell, my balls were turning blue watching you two pussyfoot around each other,” Sabre says.
“Pussyfoot? What the fuck, man? What the hell does that even mean?” Briar asks.
“That means your old lady’s been broke by a foot-long dick,” Shaft says.
“Fuck you motherfucker,” Briar grumbles, flipping Shaft the bird.
“Can you fuckwads tell me what we’ve found out about Colin or are you just going to gossip like a bunch of old ladies all night?”
“Damn, I don’t remember you getting so bitchy when you get sex. Someone pass the boss a candy bar.”
“Torch,” I growl.
“You’re not yourself when you’re hungry, boss.”
“Christo!” The men laugh, but eventually settle down. When the serious face comes over Torch, I know I need to be worried. “Spill it,” I tell him, my hand tightening into a fist while I wait.
“Boss, the Chrome Saints have moved into that textiles factory that went out of business last year.”
“What the fuck? They moved less than two hundred miles from us and I’m just finding out about this shit now?” I yell, standing up and knocking the chair behind me to the floor.
“Shit, boss, I don’t know. Dragon had no idea either.”
“Dragon doesn’t have the fucking history with these sons of bitches like we do! Does Diesel know they’re this fucking close?”
“He does now, but in his defense, his club’s been handling some of their own shit. Some fruitcake bitch kidnapped his Ry,” Torch says, and my stomach clenches. Diesel’s son was kidnapped? Mierda, what would I have done if that was Gabby?
“How am I just hearing of this? Why didn’t we help him?”
“He didn’t reach out, boss. He locked it down and dealt with it in-house. I guess he knew the bitch,” Torch says.
I rake my hand through my hair. “Everything around me is going nuts. Do we think Colin is making his move with Viper and the Saints as his muscle?” I ask, because the Saints have always been the Donahue’s lackeys.
“That was our first thought, boss, but that’s not the reports we’re getting.”
“What reports?”
“Word is that Viper’s old man, Tucker, stripped him of the gavel and took the club back over.”
“Christo! Really?” I’m almost grinning. I hate that rat-bastard Viper.
“It gets even more interesting, boss. The old bastard has declared war on the Donahues.”
“Que diablos esta pasando?”
“The old bastard wants to talk to you, boss. He says he’ll make it worth your while.”
“Son of a bitch doesn’t have one thing I want,” I tell him with certainty.
“He says he knows where Colin Donahue is and he will deliver the man’s head on a silver platter for you.”
“So why doesn’t he?”
“He wants something.”
“Don’t they always. What the fuck does he want?”
“He won’t tell me. He says he’ll only talk to you. He requested you meet him at Psychotic Ruby’s.”
“Jesús.” I think it over. Ruby’s is a fucking hole-in-the-wall bar. We don’t do a lot of business there because Ruby is truly psychotic and she owns that shit. “When?” I growl, wondering if it’s not a trap, but I need to do anything I can to get my hands on Colin.
“Tomorrow night,” Torch tells me.
I rub the tension between my eyes and think it over. “Beast, you and Torch are going with me. Sabre, you’re here watching over the club and my family.” He wants to argue, I can see it, but he wisely shuts that shit down. “The rest of you will be Sabre’s backup.”
“Just the three of us, boss? You sure you can trust Tucker enough that we aren’t walking into a trap?”
“You don’t have enough balls to think the three of us can handle whatever they dish?” I challenge him.
“Fuck you,” Torch gripes, and I flip him off. I should tell him, Sabre, and Beast about the fact that there’s a plant in the club, but I just can’t yet. I’ll get Colin taken care of, then I’ll handle that shit before I just tell them all to fuck it.
“Arrange it. Set it up for six that evening, though. I’m not about to drive through that damn town after dark, not with Colin out there somewhere.”
“Got it.”
“Good. Now if you bitches will excuse me, I’m taking my daughter and wife out for the rest of the day,” I tell them, and I give them my back as the assholes are saying shit to me. It’s the closest thing I’ve been to happy in fucking years.
I’ve got Beth back; the mere thought makes me smile.
“Did I tell you what a great fucking day I had with you and Gabby, mi cielo?”
“I can’t remember,” I tell him jokingly.
“Best fucking day ever,” he tells me, letting his finger drift through my hair. We’re lying in bed and it’s late, but I don’t want to go to sleep. I want to capture this whole day and not let go of it.
“I think so too,” I whisper shyly. “I’m almost afraid to go to sleep.”
“Afraid it is a dream?” he asks me.
“Yeah. I’ve wanted this for so long,” I tell him, capturing his hand and following the lines on his palm with my finger.
“So have I, mi cielo. More than you know.”
“I don’t want to lose you again, Skull. I don’t think I could handle it a second time,” I whisper, letting my fi
ngers slide in between his, loving the way his large hand swallows mine, and the dark ink of his tattoos stands out holding my pale white skin.
“I’m going nowhere, Beth. We’re going to get it right this time. There’s no other alternative,” he tells me, squeezing my hand.
“You promise?” I ask, looking up at his face for reassurance.
“Lo prometo,” he tells me, bending down to kiss me. As his tongue pushes into my mouth, I suck on it, humming with happiness. Skull has a taste that is all him. Elemental, sweet, spicy, and delicious man. I’m addicted to it.
His hand moves down to my gown, which falls to just below my knee. He lets his callused fingers brush against my leg.
“What do you say we get rid of this gown, and I prove to you I’m here and I’m not going anywhere?”
Nervousness pushes through my system hard and fast. Fear. The same fear that has crippled me. The same fear that made me swallow the lies Pistol organized when I gave birth to Gabby. The same fear that kept me away from Skull for years. The same fear that deep down inside makes me hear the voice that says Skull is too beautiful, too amazing to settle for someone scarred, ugly, and dirty. Shame… shame is a powerful force.
“Skull…” I whisper, holding his hand tight and keeping him from pushing my nightgown up my body.
“Beth, you have to know that I love you. Christo! Have I not shown you that since we have started over?”
“I’m just not ready, Skull. I need time.”
His eyes bore into me and I know he wants to demand I give in. Part of me wants him to, because if he did, then he could see it and the fear of the unknown would be over.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to just go ahead when he lets out a tired sigh. “If I turn the lights out?”
“Can I keep the gown on? It makes me feel… safer,” I tell him, knowing what those words reveal.
“Mi dulce tortura, you can have anything you want.”
My sweet torture. His words make tears in my eyes. Why can’t I give myself to him without worry? Why do I keep holding onto this fear? Why can’t I be stronger?