by Sam Crescent
As he turned back toward the room, Charlotte stepped out of the bathroom, covered in a towel.
“Hey,” she said, holding the towel against her breast. There was a little slit up the side of her thigh, exposing some of her flesh. Fuck, his cock went rock hard.
“Hey,” he said.
“You got some food.”
He licked his lips. The only thing he wanted to eat was standing in front of him. All he wanted to do was push her to the bed, spread her thighs, and lick that sweet cunt. She was sweet as well. He’d only had a little taste, but he wanted another one.
Placing the food on the floor, he shoved the key into his pocket. His cock pressed against the front of his jeans, begging to get out.
“Drop your towel,” he said.
“What?”
“You heard me. Drop your towel.”
Charlotte stared right at him, her knuckles going white where she gripped the towel. “You bought food.”
“I did, and we’ll eat it soon. It’s too hot. Drop your towel.”
He removed his leather jacket, and tugged his shirt over his head. Kicking his boots off, he stared at her, waiting. Looping his fingers through the rings of his jeans that held his belt, he watched.
“I’m not going to wake up in the morning and forget. I’m here, right now. Don’t you want to take a chance?”
She licked her lips, and finally dropped her gaze to stare down his body. He saw the moment she caught sight of his dick as her eyes grew wide.
Opening his jeans, he pushed them down his thighs, careful when he released his cock. He stood before her naked, and stroked his dick. “You see what you do to me, baby.” Coating his fingers in the pre-cum, he worked the liquid down his shaft, getting him nice and slick.
Seeing the conflict in her eyes, he bent down, and pulled out several condoms from his jeans. “I bought them. There was a pharmacy near the Chinese, and I figured it would make sense to have them.”
“You’re that sure of yourself.”
“I know I want you, and from what I remember, you want me. Don’t deny your pussy is soaking wet. We both know it is.”
“You’re being arrogant again.”
“No, I know what we both want. You’re too busy denying it.”
“I’m not denying anything.”
“One day, we’ll have kids but not yet. We’ve got a lot of stuff to do together first.”
“You think we’re going to have kids?”
“Yeah, lots of them. Once this is done, we’re going to get married, have some time together, and get started on six kids.”
“Six?”
“You keep repeating everything I say,” he said.
“Do you even hear yourself?”
Gash smirked. “I hear myself. Tell me what I’ve just said isn’t a dream come true for you?”
“I’ve not thought about it.”
He saw it was the truth. Charlotte wasn’t trying to lie to him.
Closing the distance between them, he cupped her face, tilting her head back. “All of these years it has been you that has brought me back from the brink of going insane. When I got out of prison I didn’t know what I was missing, but being with you, I don’t want this to end, Charlotte.”
She snorted. “You thought I helped send you away.”
“Yeah, and there’s nothing I can say to express how sorry I am about that. I was conflicted, but I’m not conflicted anymore. I know what I want, and I want you.”
“You want me?”
“Yeah. You’re my old lady, Charlotte. There’s not going to be another woman for me, and there’s going to be no other guy for you but me.” He stroked his thumb over her bottom lip. “We didn’t get our chance last time. This is our chance, and I’m not going to back down without a fight.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. It was a gentle kiss, nothing too demanding. “We’re going to have kids someday, and you’re going to have my ring on your finger.”
Charlotte chuckled. “You’re so sure of yourself.”
“Drop your towel. Take a chance with me, and let me show you that I mean every single word I say.”
She paused, the smile dropping from her lips.
“I’ll take care of you. I’ll love and protect you.”
“Love?”
“Yeah, love, Charlotte.”
“You don’t know if you love me. It has been too soon.”
Gash sighed. She was always so doubtful. He didn’t remember her being like this. From the night he first saw her, he’d come to the realization that he was in love with her, had always been in love with her. Over seven years ago, he’d fucked her roommate, and throughout it all, he’d imagined it was Charlotte underneath him. She was the only woman he wanted, the only woman that had invaded his heart, and settled there. No matter how much he wished to deny it, being around her again, he couldn’t do it. They were meant to be together.
“Give me a chance to prove myself to you. No more pain.”
She was his entire world.
If she asked him to turn around now, and spend the rest of their lives together, he would. He would forget about his need for revenge, and live the rest of his life without it. Charlotte gave him a future that he could settle with forgetting his past.
Charlotte dropped the towel, and he wrapped his arms around her, gripping her ass, and pulling her close to him. His cock pressed against her stomach, and he ran his hands up and down her body. Her pale skin was so soft.
“You’ve got a lot of scars.”
He pulled away, sliding his fingers down her arms, and turning her wrists up. “So do you.” Gazing down her body, he saw there were scars on her body as well. Across her stomach, there was an uneven scar. Caressing his fingers across the scar, he frowned. There was another on the other side of her stomach. He looked down to find another scar on her thigh. “What did you do?”
“I sucked at taking out my wrists, so I tried other ways, bleeding out. Doctor Williams was so annoyed. I almost succeeded with my thigh. After that, he kept me in confinement, and made sure I couldn’t move. He talked to me, and I didn’t have a choice but to listen to him. It was the best thing he ever did for me.”
“No more.”
“No more.” She nodded.
Going to his knees, he pressed a kiss to each scar on her stomach, then on her thigh. Next, he kissed her wrists. “Forgive me for not being with you.”
“There’s nothing to forgive, Gash.”
Climbing to his feet, he kissed each of her nipples then sank his fingers into her hair. Slamming his lips down on hers, Charlotte gasped, opening her lips. Sliding his tongue into her mouth, he moaned, loving the way she gave herself to him.
“You’ve had no other man since me?” he asked.
“Not one. I’ve not been interested.”
He pressed her against the wall, releasing her hair, and putting her hands above her head. “I can’t promise this time will be slow. Soon, I’ll go slow, not today.”
“I didn’t ask for slow.”
“I was fucking wrong about you, so wrong.” Claiming her lips once again, Gash held her hands up against the wall with one of his, and with his other hand, he caressed down her body. He pinched her right nipple, pebbling it. Down he went to slide his hand between her thighs. He cupped her pussy, teasing her clit. She was soaking wet.
Moving his hand down, he slid two fingers into her wet cunt.
“Do you want my dick, baby?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to give it to you, and make you beg, and scream my name.”
She moaned.
He stroked his thumb against her clit, teasing her even more.
Charlotte moaned, and her cream coated his fingers inside her. He pumped in and out, finding a pace that took her to the edge of pleasure and kept her there.
She was responsive.
Capturing her lips, he glided his tongue inside her mouth, and she met him stroke for stroke.
Her body thrust onto his fingers, and he wanted to fee
l her coming on his fingers. Tonight, he wasn’t in a rush to have this over. They had seven years, and a lot of pain to get over.
“Come for me, Charlotte. Soak my fingers with your cream.”
She groaned as he spread his fingers, opening her up. Charlotte was so tight that he needed to stretch her to accommodate him.
His cock pulsed, spilling pre-cum against her stomach. This wasn’t about him, but about her.
He flicked his thumb from side to side, and Charlotte came apart. Her orgasm spilt onto his fingers. Gash didn’t stop. He slowed down his strokes until she was still gasping his name.
When it was over, he removed his fingers from her pussy, and sucked the digits into his mouth.
“You taste so damn good, baby,” he said. He released her arms, and she wrapped them around his neck, holding onto him.
She sighed. “That was amazing.”
“There’s more to come.”
****
Part of Charlotte knew this was crazy, but another part knew it was the right thing to do. She wanted to be with Gash, and being in his arms, settled the war within her. He’d never hurt her, and apart from grabbing her around the throat, he never had.
There hadn’t really been much pain then either. He’d caught her by surprise more than anything.
Gash took possession of her mouth, and he moved them toward the bed. She kissed him back with a passion that startled her. Charlotte had never considered herself to be particularly into sex. Gash was awakening all of her body, making her crave his touch in the most basic way.
He dropped her to the bed, and she stared up at him. Gash reached down, grabbing one of the condoms. “We deserve this chance to be together. No kids yet.”
“No kids yet.” It didn’t hurt anymore. Seven years it had taken, and Gash being back in her life for her to finally get over it.
“We will, baby.”
“Yes.”
He tore into the condom and slid the latex over his cock.
She opened her thighs as he climbed onto the bed, and he settled over her.
“Do you want me to turn back and head to the club?” he asked.
Charlotte frowned. “Jeff? Rebecca?”
“I can live without taking them out. I’ve got you, and they can’t take that away from me. Tell me if you want me to leave and we’d start our life together.”
She cupped his cheek. “You’d do that for me?”
“Yes. I’d do that for us. No questions asked.”
Stroking her cheek, she ran her finger against his lip. Charlotte struck, grabbing his shoulders, and pushing him to the bed. She straddled his waist, and then was nervous about her weight. “Am I too heavy?” she asked.
He shook his head, grabbing her hips, and grinding against her body. They were not having sex yet, but his desire was evident. “You’ll never be too much for me.” He ran his hands up her body, cupping her tits. She moaned as he fingered her nipples, pinching them.
Taking hold of his hands, she placed them beside his body.
“You don’t like my hands on your tits?”
“I like it a lot, but I’ve got something more to say and do first. Leave your hands there.” She waited until he sighed and relaxed beneath her touch. Releasing his hands, she stared down his body. There were scars that decorated his body. Some of the scars were covered by the ink that he’d decorated his body with. Starting at his neck, she found the first scar across his collar bone. Tracing her fingers over each mark, she tilted her head to the side, staring down his body. “Your body is covered in scars. Some of those were given to you because you’re a Skull, right?”
“Yes.”
“Others were given to you in prison?”
“Yes.”
She saw the uneven ones, and guessed they had to be made from an object not generally used to cut flesh. “Did they hurt?”
“Yeah, but I got them back, and if I didn’t, then the guys did when they were released.”
“The Skulls took care of you?”
“Yes.”
“I like that.” She stroked down his rock hard stomach. “I like to know that you were taken care of by people who cared about you.”
“No one cared about you.”
“I wasn’t important, Gash.”
He sat up, gripping her arms. At first she gasped, flinching as he moved so fast, then feeling stupid. “I would never hurt you, Charlotte. You’re important to me, and back then you were, too.”
“I want you to kill them, Gash. They ruined our lives, and what if they come back to destroy us again?” She pressed a kiss to his lips, and her eyes filled with tears. “I’m a bad person.”
“No, baby, you’re not.”
“What we’re doing, it’s not wrong?” she asked.
“It’s wrong, but I don’t give a shit about wrong. Rebecca, she brought Jeff into our life. He stole our child from us, and our future. We need to have a little payback, and I need to know that he’s never going to come back to hurt us.”
“Then I don’t want to turn around and head back. We both came here to do something, and we’re going to get it done.”
He cupped the back of her head, claiming her lips.
Closing her eyes, she held on tightly to Gash as he flipped her to her back, pressing her to the bed. Opening her thighs wide, she watched as he pulled back enough to grip his cock. He aligned the tip to her entrance, and then he was sliding inside her.
She couldn’t help the wince as he wasn’t a small man. He was large all over, and it had been so long since he’d last been inside her. Her body was greedy for more, wanting him inside.
He captured both of her hands, locking them either side of her head.
With one sharp thrust, he plundered her, going to the hilt within her. She cried out, unable to hold back the bite of pain as he fucked inside her.
Gash paused for a second, pressing his head against hers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s okay. It’s, erm, it’s been a while.”
“I’ll get you used to my touch, baby.” He claimed her lips, and she gave everything to him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He broke the kiss to move down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. She couldn’t lie still as the arousal got stronger. Gash had already brought her to orgasm once, and she was ready for a second. Thrusting her hips up, she took him deeper. The pain was gone, and the pleasure heightened her senses.
“Let me hear you scream, baby,” he said, whispering the words against her ears.
“Yes, please, Gash.”
“Tell me to fuck you, Charlotte. Tell me you can take my cock, and love it.”
“Fuck me, Gash. Please, fuck me.”
He released her hands and went to his knees, grabbing her hips. Gash pulled out of her only to hold her where the tip of his cock was inside her.
“Look at me, Char,” he said.
Staring into his eyes, Charlotte couldn’t look away even if she wanted to, not that she did.
“I want you to look at me so that you know who is fucking you, taking you, and loving every second of it. I love your body, Char. I love that you’re strong, and that we’re together now.”
Every word he said tore down the doubt that she once had. He wasn’t going to hurt her, nor was he going to leave her, not once.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“Do you believe me?”
“I believe you.”
He slammed all the way inside her. Gash didn’t stop for her to get accustomed to the feel of his cock. He took, and she gave him with abandon, and loved every single second of it. Not a moment went by that she didn’t love it. He fucked her harder, going deeper than before.
“Yes, please, yes,” she said, screaming his name.
Gash pounded inside her. He ran his hands up and down her body but didn’t stay in one place. Touching her pussy, he slid his fingers across her clit, then spread the lips of her pussy open. She watched his thick cock disappear inside her only
to reappear. The condom was covered in her cum.
“Do you see us together, babe? See how damn good we look.”
He fucked inside her harder, going deeper still.
“Yes.”
“This is how it’s always going to be with us, baby. I’m going to fuck you every single chance I get, and it’s going to be fucking amazing. My woman, my old lady, my wife, and I’m not going to stop. I’m going to own you.”
She loved every single word he said.
“You feel so fucking good.”
The only sounds in the room were of their heavy breathing, and their flesh slapping together.
The pleasure was out of this world.
“Come for me, Char, let me feel you come on my dick.”
He fingered her clit, stroking her. Charlotte didn’t think she could come a second time, but he proved that wrong as he continued to fuck her at the same time as teasing her pussy.
She came apart in his arms, and he rode her harder still.
Only when she came down from the peak did he let her go. This time he let her go, grabbed her hips, and started to ride her harder, fucking her deeper.
Charlotte screamed his name, loving the feel of him inside her. He slammed deep within her, and staring into his eyes, she watched as he came hard, filling the condom. She felt his cock pulse with each jet of his cum, and yes, she was pleased that he had in fact used a condom.
He collapsed over her, and she didn’t mind his weight, wrapping her arms around him.
“Was that better than last time?” he asked.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, it was much better.”
****
“You think he’s coming?” Tiny asked. He looked into his dining room that had several Skulls seated around the table. The club was his family, and Eva loved cooking for them all, even with their latest child. He was pleased it wasn’t another set of twins. Miles and Tabitha threatened to send him to an early grave.
“It’s only a matter of time, Tiny. I don’t have a clue who this guy is, and I don’t know what to fucking do. I’m a father now, a husband. I can’t just let shit happen, and hope for the fucking best that I make it out alive,” Devil said.
Tiny had been talking to Devil on and off for the past couple of months. He was trying to repair the damage that he had caused between the two clubs. The way he’d dealt with Devil was one of the reasons he handed the club to Lash. It was time for him to move on, and when he started The Skulls, he’d promised himself that he would find the right man to take over. Lash was that man, even if he didn’t believe it at times, but he was doing a great job. Tiny couldn’t fault him. Taking on The Skulls wasn’t easy, and anyone who thought so didn’t understand the role that was being handed to them. It wasn’t easy. The lives of men, women, and children were in your hands.