by Gemma Weir
I’ve been happy finding a willing hole to fuck for years, and I never thought I’d want anything more than that. But this girl, something about her is different. Today’s been a fucking nightmare, but this right here, lying in bed wrapped around Livvy, feels right.
She’s woken something inside me, a primeval need to claim her, to be in complete control. She’s mine now, and I never plan on letting her go.
I wake up naked and alone in Echo’s bed. The sheets are cold; the dent in his pillow and his recognizable Echo scent are all that’s left of him. The feeling of emptiness in the room spreads to my chest.
Mine.
His words creep into my mind, along with memories of the possessive way he touched me. My hand reaches for my neck; I can still feel the way his fingers wrapped around my throat. His lips kissing me is the last thing I remember before I fell asleep.
I walk to the bathroom and splash water on my face. Lifting my head, I groan at the sex-ravaged reflection that stares back at me in the mirror. His room’s masculine and clean, but practically empty, and I hunt for my clothes but can’t find them. His T-shirt hangs over the back of a chair, so I pull it over my head. The soft cotton rubs against my naked skin, the fabric dropping to midthigh so only my legs can be seen.
I can’t find my shoes, so I pad barefoot out of his bedroom and head towards the bar. The low hum of music and male chatter buzzes in the background. It’s quieter than earlier, with maybe twenty or so bikers sitting in groups drinking and smoking. The atmosphere’s relaxed, and no one notices me as I walk silently into the room.
Smoke’s behind the bar. When he sees me, his serious eyes pin me to the spot, but quickly soften as recognition and amusement flash across his face. Taking in my T-shirt dress and bare feet, he smiles and shakes his head. He turns to a group of guys sitting on the other side of the bar, and whistles. “Echo, brother, you need to deal with her before she starts a fucking riot.” He tips his head in my direction, and twenty sets of eyes turn to me.
Echo storms across the room and looms over me, his huge frame blocking me from view. “Livvy, what the fuck do you think you’re wearing?” he snarls.
I shrug. “I couldn’t find my clothes, so I borrowed a T-shirt.”
She’s standing in the middle of the clubhouse wearing a fucking T-shirt and nothing else.
I can’t tell the entire fucking club to keep their eyes off my woman when she’s wandering around practically naked.
I hid her clothes so she’d be forced to stay in my room when pres called church. My woman’s a flight risk, so leaving her naked was the only way to make sure she’d be there when I got back.
I never figured she’d come find me just wearing my fucking T-shirt.
I feel the heat of my brothers’ stares on my back. All of the horny bastards are trying to get a look at what’s mine. I’ve claimed her. I needed to hear her say the words and know she understood them.
She belongs to me, and it’s time to claim her properly.
Echo stalks closer; his hands circle my waist and lift me into the air. It feels like the most natural thing to wrap my arms and legs around him whilst he walks us back to his room.
He shuts the door behind us, and the lock clicks into place. He drops me to my feet, and his fingers grip the hem of his shirt and peel it up and over my head.
Completely naked, I’m frozen to the spot. His eyes devour me from head to toe, and my nipples harden as his gaze drops to my breasts, arousal pooling between my legs. The look in his eyes is territorial and predatory. I can see the hunger in him. His whole body is tense and poised, ready to consume me.
“On the bed.” The command in his tone leaves no room for question. I comply instantly, climbing onto the bed and shuffling back till my head hits the pillows. “Spread those legs wide, baby, I want to see that pussy.”
Vulnerability at being completely exposed washes over me, and a blush of embarrassment heats my face and chest. I cover my eyes with my hands and slowly let my knees fall to the sides.
“Look at me, sugar.” I let my hands fall away and my eyes meet his. “Good girl,” he praises. He stares into my face for a moment, then, licking his lips, his gaze drops between my thighs to where my pussy’s open and displayed for him. His teeth pull his bottom lip into his mouth. Pure sexual desire burns in his gaze, and I feel my arousal drip down my legs.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs.
Placing his leather waistcoat over the back of a chair, he pulls his undershirt over his head, revealing the colourful tattoos that adorn his beautiful chest. He’s a work of art. A huge chest piece flows effortlessly beneath the words “Honor,” “Love,” and “Freedom” that stand proudly across his collarbones.
My mouth waters and my fingers twitch, desperate to touch him, to kiss every inch of him. His hands drop to his waist, and I watch while he opens the buttons on his jeans, popping them one by one. Defined muscles sculpt his abs, culminating in a v-shape that frames his hard cock. His jeans fall to the floor and pool at his ankles, before he kicks them to the side and straightens to his full height.
A tattooed Adonis. I barely get to appreciate the spectacular view of his naked form before he prowls towards me. I curl my legs together and sit up, desperate to reach him.
“Stop. Open your legs,” he commands.
I fall back, resting on my elbows. The heat in his eyes and his gloriously hard cock fill me with confidence, and slowly I part my ankles, spreading my legs wide, and arch my back seductively.
A primeval sound escapes him as he pounces. He covers my body with his, pinning me to the bed. His hard cock slides against my pussy, and I lift my knees, desperately urging him closer to my aching core.
His kiss is a brand of ownership. He’s consuming me, dominating me, all with the touch of his lips to mine. He pulls back to nip at my bottom lip with his teeth.
“I need you. Please,” I beg.
A fingertip grazes my cheek, trailing a path to my chin. He tips my face up and kisses me. Echo reaches between my legs, where my flesh is swollen and dripping wet. Desperate, I wrap my legs around his back and try to draw him towards me, but he pulls my legs away and pushes them up to rest over his shoulders. His tattooed fingers grasp his impressively hard cock and tease my clit with the head.
“Ahhhhh,” I moan. My hips thrust, rubbing against his swollen tip. My back arches off the bed, and I push closer to him. I can’t take it anymore. “Echo, please, please now.”
Our eyes lock as he quickly pulls on a condom, then slowly guides himself into me. My muscles stretch, accommodating his size, and the air pushes free from my lungs until he’s fully sheathed inside me.
He circles his hips, and delicious pain sparks through me. I’m stretched to capacity, his length massaging every sensitive muscle as he slowly retreats. Gliding inside me again, he sets a torturous pace. Every thrust builds my orgasm in a slow burn that swirls in my stomach and heats my skin.
Echo pulls my nipple into his mouth, his lips wrapping around the erect peak and sucking tightly. He nips the pink tip with his teeth, but the pain instantly turns to pleasure when his tongue laves over the sensitive flesh.
“Sugar, I love your nipples. I could play with them all day,” he says with a groan.
I moan when his teeth sink in further, biting harder. His warm tongue swirls across the hurt before he sucks my nipple deep into his mouth again.
He pulls back and changes the angle of his cock. His thrusts stay slow and steady, but his cock hits deeper. My orgasm hovers just out of reach. He plunges deep, each thrust exquisite agony, and shuddering, I throw my head back in ecstasy. He kisses a path down into the valley between my breasts, then his tongue seeks out my other nipple, and taking it into his mouth, he sucks hard, and I arch into him.
“Oh God.” Desperate, I bury my hands into his hair, gripping and pulling with every thrust of his hips. “Echo,” I whimper.
His eyes rise to meet mine while his teeth continue to abuse my nipple. “Wh
at’s the matter, baby, do you need to come?” he drawls.
I nod frantically. “Yes. Yes. Now. Please, please.”
A smug grin twitches at the corner of his mouth. My eyes follow his tongue as it dips out, flicking first one nipple then the other. “Who owns you, sugar?” he asks with a sly grin. His thrusts still, only the head of his cock still inside me.
The answer slips from my lips easily. “You. I belong to you.”
Firm hands grip my hips, pulling me onto him in one hard thrust. I whimper, and my eyes roll. He pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back into me again.
“Who owns all your orgasms, Livvy?” Echo pauses, his cock buried deep inside of me, and our eyes lock as he waits for my reply.
“You.” The word flows easily, and I’m surprised to feel at peace with his ownership. He plunges back into me, and I shatter, screaming as my orgasm explodes.
My legs hit the mattress as he slides them from his shoulders. He flips me, and I land on my stomach. Fingers grip my thighs, lifting my arse and pushing my knees and legs under my chest. My arms drape in front of me, pliant, whilst he moves me into the position he wants and enters me from behind. My hypersensitive muscles stretch to allow him in. His whole body covers mine, and I surrender, completely subject to his will. One of his hands covers my hip, the other wraps around the back of my neck, his thumb gently stroking the skin, back and forth as he rocks in and out of me.
The relentless pounding of his cock triggers another orgasm that bursts out of me on a cry. Echo tenses, groaning as his release spills deep inside me.
His cock slides out of me and I roll to my side, stretching out my legs. I watch him pull off the condom and throw it into the wastebasket. He collapses back onto the bed and his strong arms band around me and pull my head to rest on his chest. Neither of us speak. The room’s silent except for panting breath and racing hearts. His fingers absentmindedly stroke the side of my breast while our legs knot together.
He’s consuming me. We’re practically strangers, but it doesn’t seem to matter. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I murmur.
Echo chuckles lightly. “What do you mean, sugar?”
I reach up and cover my face with my hands. “This. I’m in Texas, getting spanked and fucked by a biker. I can honestly say, I never even dreamed this would happen to me.”
Echo pulls my hand from my face. “Which part, the spanking or the biker?” he asks, amused.
Laughing lightly, I reply, “Both.”
His chuckle vibrates through his chest. “You loved it. It’s too late to pretend you’re a good girl now.”
I push off his chest and lean back on my elbow, our eyes meet. “But that’s the thing, Echo, I am the good girl. I’ve only had boring sex with my normal, suit-and-tie boyfriends.”
His eyes darken. “Fuck, Livvy. I don’t ever want to think about another guy fucking you.”
“Sorry.” I sigh. “I just don’t do this. I never expected this.”
Echo pulls me back down so I’m resting on his chest again. “Livvy, I fucking love that you like me telling you what to do. I love the way your body reacts to me. I love the shade of pink your ass went when I spanked you, and the sounds you made. Sugar, you’re fucking perfect, and all mine.”
“This is fucked up.” I groan.
His fingers still, and I try to move, but his arms clamp down, holding me to him. “There’s nothing fucked up about this, sugar. You’re mine,” he growls.
Frustrated, I push against his hold and ask. “God, Echo, what the hell does that even mean?”
An exasperated sigh billows from his chest, and seconds later, I’m face down on the bed with his hand holding both my wrists above my head. His body weight pins me down, and rough fingertips pull my hair to the side. “Do I need to remind you again who you belong to?” he whispers.
Soft kisses rain from my jaw down my neck. “Hmm, sugar? Do I need to prove I own every inch of you?” His teeth sink into the soft skin where my neck meets my shoulder, and I shudder with need. “I don’t need to prove anything, do I, Livvy? Your body knows who owns it. Your brain might be overthinking this, but your body feels this connection. Your body knows that this is exactly where we should be.”
Flipping me onto my back, he straddles my waist and growls out. “Being mine means that we’re together. I don’t fucking understand this either, but I know that you belong to me and I belong to you. We can figure everything else out as we go along.”
Filled with confusion, I shake my head and look away from him, unwilling to show him the fucked-up guilt gnawing at my chest. His fingers grip my chin and force my face up to meet his angry eyes. “Livvy,” he snarls.
I want Echo more than I’ve ever wanted another man. Why did this have to happen now, when our time together is so limited. “We shouldn’t be starting something that can’t last, Echo. We have an expiry date. Eventually, I have to go home.”
“No,” he barks out. His lips claim mine, and the moment Echo touches me, the world around us stops. “Eyes on me, sugar. You don’t question this. Us. It’s new, I get that. But this connection, it’s fucking real. It’s happening. I gave you the chance to leave last night, but you decided to stay. So if you want out now, you need to look me in the face and tell me you don’t feel what I feel.”
His eyes burn into mine, daring me to deny it. I try to speak, but the lie sticks in my throat. “Yeah, sugar, that’s what I thought.”
What the hell is happening to me?
For years, women have been interchangeable, but never a long-term prospect. I’ve never met any bitch who ever made me feel like that could change.
Until her.
I can see a future with her. It scares the shit out of me, but for the first time, I want more from life. I thought the club and my brothers would be my future, and they are. But now the future has Livvy by my side too.
I don’t know what’s different about her. I want her in a way that makes no sense, but is completely obvious at the same time.
She’s perfect. Hot as fuck and feisty.
I want to own every inch of her, and for her to know that she fucking belongs only to me.
I lie in bed and watch her sleep, her perky tits rising and falling as she breathes. I finally fall asleep, one hand wrapped around her tit and the other cupping her perfect fucking cunt.
When I open my eyes, daylight is creeping through the blinds, casting beams of light and shadow across the bed. She’s still in my arms, her back to my chest and her ass pushed up against my cock.
My dick’s awake and hard as fucking steel. Her tits are free of the covers, with her nipples hard and begging to be pinched. I can’t help myself. I slide my hands up her sides, cupping both of her breasts and gently caressing. When I roll her nipples between my fingers, her breath hitches. She’s not fully awake, but her body responds, urging me on.
Relinquishing one nipple, I reach down her front and slide my hand over her pussy. I spread her lips wide and her arousal drenches my fingers. As I coat her clit with her cream, she arches into me, searching for friction even in her sleep. Her wet cunt clenches around me, but reluctantly I remove my fingers from her perfect pussy, suck her arousal from my skin, and stare at the beautiful woman lying in my bed. My heart slams against my rib cage and a surge of possession pulls the air from my chest.
Mine.
Even in the short time we’ve known each other, she’s gotten under my skin; I want to wake up like this every day. I suddenly understand my anger when she snuck out after our first night together. I wanted to wake up with her. I wanted her to be the first thing I saw and touched, and I wanted to be the first thing she saw the moment she opened her eyes.
She sighs quietly in her sleep. Carefully, I roll her onto her back and gently climb between her legs. I rest my body against hers, making sure my weight is held on my arms, and drop a kiss against the corner of her mouth. Her eyelids twitch, but she doesn’t wake. I pepper kisses across her cheek and down
her neck, watching as goosebumps pebble her skin. I circle her nipple with my tongue, then pull it into my mouth and suck gently.
She starts to stir, gasping lightly. Her back arches, pushing her breast against my mouth. I reach for a condom, rip open the packet, and slide it over my hard cock. She’s wet and ready for me, but I fight the urge to slide deep within her.
Her eyelids flick open and gradually she wakes, her eyes focusing on mine, and she smiles.
My sleepy eyes focus on Echo.
I have no idea what’s happening between us, but him being the first thing I see when I wake up is perfect. I smile and silently watch him. His hair’s a mess. He’s also possessive, bossy, sexy, and… mine.
His tongue is busily licking and sucking at my breast, but when he realises I’m awake, he lifts his head and starts to speak. I interrupt him. “Hi,” I say.
He tilts his head to the side, obviously amused. “Hi.”
I don’t know what to say to him. So far we’ve filled our time together with sex, but this morning feels different. I can feel his cock against my pussy, but the desperation to consume each other isn’t as strong as the need to connect with him. Nerves flutter in my stomach. Yesterday was intense, and now I’m not sure how to act.
“Hi,” he repeats. Leaning forward, his lips meet mine, and all of my nerves disappear. His touch soothes me, and I wrap my arms tightly around him. His response is immediate; he holds me closely against his chest and hums into my neck.
“This is why you shouldn’t have run from me, sugar. This is how yesterday should have started—you wrapped in my arms. I was so pissed that you ran off and we didn’t get a chance to do this,” he whispers.
“Echo.” Regret is clear in my voice.
He loosens his embrace and silences me with a kiss. “It’s done, but I wanna wake up with you every day from now on. Don’t run from me again.”
His hips push forward, and his cock slides into me. I gasp. Gently, he rocks back and forth, his eyes never breaking the connection with mine. He worships my body, arching over me, pushing me closer and closer until I splinter.