“Come here.” My voice hoarse with lust, I reached for him. He could worship me all he wanted. Tomorrow and the next day and the next. Right then, I needed to unwrap him like a present. Over at the side of the bed, I rolled his boxers down his hips. He stepped out of them, his huge shaft bobbing free.
Now it was my turn to stare, transfixed. Veins running along its thick length, it twitched as I looked at it. I swallowed, licking my lips, remembering how I’d taken him in my mouth the night before. Seeing it now, about to take it deep inside me, I had to wonder, could it fit? He was huge. Reaching out, I ran my fingers down his length, rubbing the cushion of my thumb to his sensitive tip.
The muscles in his throat flexed as he watched me. He caressed my hair, eyes drugged with desire. Hand to my shoulder, he pressed me down, laying me back to the bed. “I want to be inside you.”
“Yes,” I cried, desperate for it. “I need you, Jax.”
Reaching inside his jeans, he pulled out a condom. Watching him roll it on, I knew he did it all quickly but it was taking too long. My legs twisted, hips writhed with impatience.
Stretched out on top of me, every inch of him so hot and hard, his skin seared into mine. Gasping, kissing, I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t decide which part of him to press and grab. I wanted this, that, every slope and plane. I needed all of him all over me.
I looked up at him, into his face as he gazed down at me and it hit me hard, how many times I’d fantasized about exactly this moment. The two of us, intimate, alone, nothing between us.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.” He voiced my thoughts.
“Yes, I do,” I murmured.
The head of his cock settled at my entrance and I widened my legs, biting my lips, inviting him in. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He paused. “I’m not sure I can be gentle.”
I looked up into his eyes and brought my hand to his cheek. “I don’t want you to be gentle. Fuck me, Jax.”
With a groan and a thrust, he entered, spreading me so wide my eyes opened big, watering. I’d never been with anyone so huge. He went slow, pushing in, pulling out, a bit at a time, pushing deeper and stretching me. His dick was so thick and long, I grabbed at his arms, trying to breathe and adjust. Looking up I could see him holding his breath, the muscles corded through his arms as he held back, restraining himself.
I wanted more. I moved my hips, pushing against him, so slick I moved easy along his cock. It hurt, but I wanted it and I showed him, moaning, opening my thighs wider, thrusting up to take in every inch.
“Fuck,” he groaned, leaning down, starting to pump into me, giving me more power. “You feel so good. You’re so wet.” He held me open with his hand, pushing my thigh up and back, positioning me as he moved. Riveted, he looked down at where we joined, his cock sliding in and out. Up on my elbows, I wanted to see too, his hips moving as he thrust all the way in and out, back and forth, faster.
He looked so huge, massive above me, the definition of masculine with his broad chest and his muscles flexing. I took his rhythm and met it, leaning back into the mattress, wanting it harder, faster. Digging my fingers into his ass, I groaned his name. Leaning in, he started pounding, driving into me, pushing me up the bed until my head tapped the headboard. Clawing at him, at the sheets, I moved my hand up to push against the wood, giving us more friction, more purchase so he could fuck me like an animal.
“It’s better…” he panted, our bodies glistening with sweat, slapping together.
“Yes.” I knew what he meant even though neither of us could form a complete sentence. We’d both wanted it so long, fantasized about it to such lengths, but the reality was so much better.
I looked up into his eyes. I couldn’t believe it was him, after all that time, and I could give myself to him completely. He gazed down at me with such love, such intense, fierce possession, it took my breath away.
“It made me insane when you were with him,” he hissed, thrusting in me deeply. “I’m never letting you go.”
I cried out, twisting my head to the side, eyes closed as I could feel my orgasm building. Every time he thrust he hit my clit, pounding it. I spread my legs, taking everything he gave me.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice fierce and low. I tore at the sheets, wild, screaming his name as my mind shattered, my body erupting as I came. Over and over, he pushed into me, sending me higher, then higher again. With a feral groan, the muscles in his neck and arms so thick and tense, Jax came too, pulsing inside so deep.
Panting, dazed, at some point I became aware that I was lying half at his side, half on top of him. My cheek to his chest, we panted, sweaty. I felt limp, nearly disembodied, like I was floating above myself. Listening to his heartbeat slowing into a steady rhythm, I gradually grew more grounded.
“You’re amazing.” He held me to him, sounding as dazed as I felt. My whole body was so warm and fluid, as if I’d melted with him.
“I love you.” I smiled into his chest, kissing him there.
“I love you, too, Sky.” I’d never known such sublime happiness.
16
Jax
I couldn’t believe I was alone in a hotel room making love to Sky. Fucking her, the way I’d fantasized about and jerked off to more times than I could count. She was amazing. Crazy amazing. She needed a new word. Cramazing.
I wasn’t making any sense. I’d cum so hard inside her I wondered if I ever would again. Nothing had ever felt as good as Sky wrapped around me, moaning, taking me in, wanting everything I gave her. I’d worried I’d be too much for her, have to stop or hold back the whole time so I wouldn’t hurt her. She was so much smaller than me, I’d honestly figured the logistics could pose a problem. But where there was a will, there was a way. She’d been so wet that I’d slid right in, so eager she’d clawed at my ass, rolling her hips to take in all of me.
I’d wanted to make it last, give her a romantic first time together. Maybe burn a few candles, show her what a patient, giving lover I could be. I could go all night and, with Sky, I wanted to blow her mind again and again.
Then she’d wrapped her legs around me, cried out my name and told me she wanted me to fuck her. I didn’t remember too much after that. I’d pounded into her, sweaty, demanding, a beast on the edge of reason, beyond control, needing to possess and mark her as mine with my seed.
“I thought maybe you didn’t want this,” Sky murmured, lying naked in my arms, her head against my chest.
“What?” The idea was so crazy. I couldn’t imagine she’d ever thought that way. “What about the way I could never keep my eyes off you? Or how I couldn’t stop touching you even though you were married?”
“You didn’t kiss me when I came to you.” Her voice sounded small.
“What, the night you were attacked by your husband?” She nodded against my chest. “Was that the right time to make my move?” I knew I sounded incredulous.
“No,” she agreed. “I know. It’s just… when I saw you with Nikki. You looked so perfect together. She was so pretty and happy. And you looked so happy, too.”
“I did?” Bored, maybe. Distracted. Or pleasantly comfortable. Those were a lot of the memories I had of being with Nikki.
“I’m not exactly like her,” she continued, “all carefree and easy.”
“Hey.” I managed to prop myself up on an elbow. I wanted to look her in the eye. “You know who I thought about when I was with Nikki? You. I tried to move on, but I couldn’t. I thought about you all the time.”
She smiled, resting her chin against my chest. “I can’t believe you remember that day I met you when I first moved here. That was like four years ago.”
“Course I remember that. You looked so sweet and pretty. I hated seeing you with Griller. You never belonged with him.”
She shook her head. “I was young and stupid. I wasted way too much time with him.”
“Not any more. You’re with me now.” I stroked her hair, loving the silky feel between my fingers. Ev
ery inch of her was a playground, her skin, her breasts, her lips. I wanted to devour her whole all over again. But after the pounding I’d just given her, she had to need a break. I had not exactly gone easy or slow.
She wriggled against me, pressing her breasts to my chest, running her palm along my stomach. If she didn’t want to get the party started again, she was going to have to stop doing that. When she dropped her hand to my cock, cradling its length, stroking it as it grew hard again, I had to say, “You can’t be ready to go again.”
She smiled up at me, impish, determined. “Let me decide if I’m ready or not. She rose and damn if she didn’t straddle me, her hips grinding against mine. “Let me show you how ready I am.”
She took my shaft and brought it to her dripping entrance. Holding onto the headboard, she steadied herself. I watched her face as she sank down on my cock. Her mouth opened at the size of me. She felt so good, almost impossibly tight around me, her hips stretching open. I probably should have let her go slow, lead, but it felt too good. I loved making that mouth of hers pop open way too much.
She might be on top, but I drove into her. Hands on her hips, I pushed up into her with my dick. She groaned, her head tilting back, her naked breasts displayed for me as she arched back in pleasure.
I growled with satisfaction, watching her hips roll and undulate as she took me in, riding me in rhythm. “That’s it,” I encouraged her, watching her work to take me all in, sliding along my length. Working her back down again, I slammed up inside of her.
She cried out, hand up to her hair, straddling me and rocking like she was riding a bucking bronco. It was as erotic as hell, but I needed more. Moving swiftly, I flipped her, keeping her knees bent, ass up, but guiding her shoulders and head down into the pillows. Pushing her thighs apart with mine, I brought my cock to her entrance. At that angle, I pushed into her without warning in one, long thrust. She screamed, digging her fingers into the pillows, but she pushed back as she did it, wanting every inch. She wasn’t trying to squirm away. She was trying to arch back into me, offering herself up to fuck and fuck hard.
Grabbing onto her hips, I started working her, pounding into her, watching the way she took me in with every thrust. Her ass jiggled with the force, her moans growing louder, mewling, crying out for more. I reached around, finding her clit and stroking it in rhythm, filling her deep as I worked her most sensitive spot. She broke apart, squeezing along my cock as she came, spasming and gasping. But I didn’t stop. Pounding into her, relentless, I kept at it.
“More,” I growled, pumping into her, watching her quiver and strain to stay up on her knees. The orgasm must have been powerful. She probably thought she was going to get a rest afterwards. Not yet. I’d waited too long, had way too much time to cook up nasty fantasies about her. One of my favorites was forcing her to cum, again and again, making her beg and plead and shake and sweat.
Slowing down, deliberate with my movements, I teased her, giving her the entire length of my cock, then inching it out. She panted, trying to slide down on me, trying to get me to pick up the pace. I loved how eager she was. But I wasn’t going to let her have it. Not yet. I wanted to watch it build in her, see her shiver and shake before she exploded again.
“You’re going to come again for me,” I told her, so slow in, so slow out. “You’re going to come hard.”
“Yes, Jax.” She moaned, “Please.” She clutched at the sheets.
I spread her ass cheeks apart, feasting on the sight of her pussy as I shoved my thick cock in deep, then withdrew. So slippery, I slid in and out in a maddeningly slow rhythm. She whimpered, trying to push back on me, trying to make it happen faster. Ass up in the air, back curved, she was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. I rubbed her lower back, pressing her down as I caressed her. “That’s it. Give yourself to me. All of you.”
She moaned, surrendering completely. Firmly, commandingly, I grabbed her hips. Positioning myself up closer, right behind her, I raised her higher for a more intense angle.
“Now, I’ll fuck you the way you deserve. The way you need.” I thrust all the way into her with one long, strong push. She trembled and cried out as I ground into her, faster, deeper, losing myself to the rhythm, pistoning in and out.
She looked so perfect there before me, so rosy and curvy, all feminine softness, yielding and wet. I was going to cum soon. And I realized I didn’t have a condom. Balls tightening, pulse pounding, at the last minute I withdrew and shot my hot cum all over her ass.
She screamed, shaking as she came, my cum spurting all over her pink cheeks, dripping down her thighs, coating her creamy skin. I shot out, then shot some more, rubbing her ass with my cock, watching it glisten over her rounded curves. I ran my hand over her cheeks, claiming her, rubbing in my cum, stroking her as she shuddered and rode out one last crest of her orgasm.
“So good, baby,” I murmured, amazed by her. I’d never had sex so intense, felt so turned on by a woman’s every sound, every move. She sighed in response, so content, so spent as she collapsed onto the bed, hips down, legs splayed. I’d worked my woman hard. Gathering her against me, I kissed her hair, her cheek.
Had I been too rough with her? She’d been with a violent, abusive man. I probably should have talked with her first, had a logical, rational, adult conversation about boundaries and language. I hadn’t meant to get so rough with her. But instinct had taken over and with Sky, that was how we fit together.
“How you doing?” I caressed her arms, her neck, wanting her to feel cherished and loved.
“So good.” She sounded drowsy, exhausted.
But I had to ask, “Too rough?”
She smiled, looking up at me so enraptured. “You’re exactly how I always dreamed you’d be. Late at night.” She traced a finger over my chest, gazing up shyly. “When I’d touch myself. Only what you just did was even better.”
She sank back down, snuggled into me. My heart raced, my cock already starting to stir again at her words. “You might be the death of me,” I told her.
“We’ll both die happy,” she murmured, sounding pretty damn deliriously happy herself.
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“What do you think they’ll do to him?” Sky sat next to me in the back seat of the SUV, a plain black baseball cap pulled down low over her head. We were parked in downtown Cavallo, half a block from Griller’s girlfriend’s apartment. So far, we hadn’t seen either one of them.
“Do you really want to know?” Did she really not know? She’d been a part of the MC world the last several years. Sure, she and Griller had grown increasingly distant, and she’d told me she’d never spent much time with the crew. But she must know.
“Yes,” she said, certain.
“They’ll kill him.” No question about it.
She nodded, not seeming surprised by the news. Perhaps she had already known. “They will.” She bit her fingernail, never stopping her vigilant search out the front window. “I know it’s not right. But he’ll never stop hunting me down. Never let me live in peace.”
“Never,” I agreed. I wanted to rush in, reassure her. Tell her everything was fine. But there was that pragmatic streak in me, holding me back. She needed to work it out herself. I might be able to put a Band-Aid on the wound, make her forget about it for the short term. But life was a long time to live. If you felt guilty about something, it would eat away at you no matter how many people tried to make you feel better.
I should know. After the boat accident, everyone involved had told me I wasn’t to blame for Ian’s injuries. Ian himself had asked for me, one of the first persons he wanted to see after he came to in the burn ward. I’d slunk into his room, so embarrassed all I had was a broken arm and a few bruises. Seventy percent of his body had been burned.
But he’d looked up at me from his hospital bed, a mess of bandages and charred skin, and he’d thanked me. “You did all you could,” he’d said as I’d stood there silent, one of the few times in my life I’d shaken with tears. “I saw you trying to
get to me. I know you did everything you could.”
His words had stayed with me, but the guilt had proven even stronger, something about that night seeming to validate a fear I’d always had about myself, deep down. All my life, looking like a thug with a disinterested mother and a father in and out of jail, I’d always felt like a bad guy. I’d struggled to straighten out, do the right thing. But no matter how hard I tried, that doubt dogged me. Maybe it didn’t matter how hard I tried. Maybe it was baked in. I was no good.
So, I let Sky work it out herself. She needed to come to her own conclusions about the step she was about to take. If she went through with it and led Griller to the Reapers, she wouldn’t be the one pulling the trigger, but she wouldn’t be far from it. She had to look that head on, and make sure she could live with it the rest of her life.
“There’ll be no tracing it back to us, right?” she asked. “That’s the deal. We give them Griller. They give us freedom.”
“That’s right. Freedom.”
“We can walk away.” She smiled at me, but it wasn’t like the smiles she was giving me last night, or in the early hours of the morning in our hotel room. This one was determined, but small and tight. “It’s pretty Old Testament, though.” She looked out the window again.
“An eye for an eye,” I agreed.
“I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do.” It was difficult, watching her work her way through it. But I was a patient man. “He doesn’t do things the right way, though,” she added. “He’s been torturing and murdering people for years. Who knows how many people he’s hurt, husbands and fathers. He’s a bad man.” She shook her head. “He hurt me. He’ll hurt you. He’ll never let me divorce him. He’ll never let me rest.”
“Never,” I agreed. “But this is a big call, Sky. You have to make sure you really want to go through with it.”
She nodded, looking out with more weariness than I ever wanted to see on her lovely face again. But I guessed that was part of what made us connect so intensely, too. Neither of us had had an unmarked life. We’d both been through some rough shit, seen things that left us scarred. But that was part of what made her beautiful to me, how resilient she was, how I still saw her sing and smile and chat with everyone at the home even while she knew such darkness and pain. The woman baked pies, for Christ’s sake. She insisted on being happy, despite knowing the exact opposite. And man did she deserve to be happy. I hoped she’d give me a shot at making her feel that way the rest of her days.
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