by V. Theia
"Sure, and I'm about giving it to her, right? You see, she wants an audience and you're the lucky lad who gets to be that audience."
"Audience?" A second went by. But then... "Oh, shit, really? You mean...damn, man. Seriously, wow." Slider grinned, rocked back on his heels and whistled rubbing at his jaw.
"It means I'm going to fuck her and we want you to watch. You down for that? Now don't be jumping ahead with your tiny pickle and thinking I'm going to tag you in. That won't be happening, it's simply eyes-only deal, she's mine and your sticky fingers won't be laying a touch on her."
"Yeah, yeah, I feel you, Preacher. Shit, she really gonna let you? I mean, usually chicks aren't down for that kinky shit are they?"
Ruby was one of a kind. He smiled to himself. Lucky fucker.
"Are you in, kid?"
"Shiiiiit." Slider scrubbed at his stubble again and looked towards the door as if he could already see Ruby naked and he was liking what he saw.
Little bonehead. Preacher almost took a step forward to clean his clock with a very large fist. Reining in his possessiveness. Nah, he couldn't punch his lights out, that would defeat the object of this thing, Slider was going to be looking his fill at Ruby.
"Yeah, yeah. I can do this for you. I mean, she's sexy as all get out and----"
"Eyes fucking only, prospect." Preacher growled his warning. Slider backed up.
"Yeah, I got it. No hands whatsoever."
"A toe even comes close to her, prospect, and I'll cut it off along with your wang and feed it to the dogs."
The prospect laughed not entirely sure Preacher meant it.
He meant it alright.
"You got dogs?"
"Nope. Make a reminder for me to get some bastard mean-as-fuck big toothed dogs. Rottweilers, they'd eat your skin and bones."
Slider snorted. "Lemme just go tell Tag I got stuff to do and grab a beer."
Preacher stopped him with a hand on his chest. "You don't say a word of this, Slider, you hearing me?"
"I gotcha, sir. I'm just going to get a beer, swear."
Ruby was standing by the bed; her gaze came straight to him when he went into his room.
"Second thoughts, beautiful?" He asked.
"No. Unless you do. Did he say no?"
Preacher smiled gently at her, tipping her chin up to get a better look at the beauty in her eyes. "Eager little shit went to get a drink. He comes back with popcorn I'll have to end him."
His joke had the desired effect by making her laugh.
"Let's get you comfortable." He slid the jacket off her shoulders, tossing it on an armchair. "Nervous? It's just and you, Rubes. We can stop anytime and kick the prospect out."
Preacher had to prepare for the stop sign, because the way they both fucked each other she might like the idea of some dirty pervert getting off on them getting off but it was a whole other ball game when naked and slick flesh on show was involved. He swooped down and took her mouth, her taste so sweet, even sweeter when she wrapped arms around his shoulders and got into the kissing, her lips parting to chase his tongue with hers.
"Nervous, but I'm turned on, Preacher man," she whispered against his mouth and it pounded inside his chest.
Goddamn, he was going to take her harder than he ever had. "Help me out of my clothes, would you?" Her little teasing tongue licked his lips.
Today, her hair was a disturbance of curls around her shoulders, he used two handfuls of it to draw her in closer, their kiss going on until he gave her a second for air, only then did Preacher remember he had to keep his head as straight as he could, this was for Ruby.
His throbbing cock keen to get at her didn't agree.
******
He was right. Ruby was nervous. Was she really doing this? A fantasy brought to life was one thing for it to be hot as hell at night when her hand was sliding into her sleep shorts, thinking of a second pair of eyes on her while she had the best and dirtiest sex, and another thing to actually have it happen.
Her belly rolled over, some of it to do with Preacher's kiss.
He helped her shirt to rise by yanking it up and over her head in one fell swoop, her clothes soon became a pile on the chair he'd tossed her jacket on. Left only in her lacy panties she was oddly exposed and majorly aroused. Again, she questioned was this really happening? She reached up on the very tips of her toes to grab at his lips, when she was kissing Preacher she didn't feel so nervous, and not when he palmed both hands on her butt dragging her in, letting her feel he was turned on just as much as she was.
Fuck it, she thought, they were all consenting adults and she'd had a crappy day.
She needed this. She wanted this. Don’t overthink it.
Some of that bravado fell to her feet when a fist knocked on the door, she froze against Preacher's chest, he kissed the tip of her nose and told Slider to come on in.
Oh shit.
Oh shit, this was happening.
"Grab a seat over there, prospect."
"Roger that. It'll be like I'm not even here ... unless you want me to be." He winked at Ruby, the bottle of beer to his smiling lips. She laughed, tension draining out of her. Preacher growled. She rubbed his sternum. His jealousy apparent and delicious. "Okay." Slider laughed and parked himself in the second chair, "got it. I'm just eyes-only here, but just saying I got a perfectly good working dick if it’s needed."
"Pushing it, prospect. Slip your shoes back on, beautiful. I intend to feel those fucking heels digging into my ribs soon." Preacher told her and held her hand while she slid back into the four-inch heels.
He took her mouth cutting off any misgivings she might have questioned knowing Slider was watching their every move with a little smirk on his stubble face. The tongue delved in, hot and owning, his hand held the back of her neck, angling her up so he could eat at her, she opened and let him. Lost in him.
"There's that sugar," he groaned biting her lips open, his hand squeezing her ass made her go up on her toes, to get closer, even with the heels she was still a good few inches smaller than he was.
“I'm going to relax you,” he told her, slipping both hands down into the back of her panties he slowly peeled them down her legs, aware they were being observed from just a few feet away she felt empowered hearing a hard inhale coming from the prospect male, Ruby loved her body. Preacher went down on his haunches, taking her panties off first one foot then the other, he lay a kiss to her mound on the way back up. “Beautiful girl.”
That smile wrecked her.
He palmed a full aching breast. “Sweet girl,” the same hand stroked down her belly, the muscles seizing when he dipped lower and cupped her pussy, petting with the full palm, up and down and then he opened her up, she suspected so the prospect could see her fully, and because she was feeling so wanton she even widened her own legs, the heat of his touch blasting through her.
Ruby strangled a moan, lost in the in-out movement, the deep drill of his fingers, another one joined the other two.
Full. Passion.
The energy was so thick a barometer in his room would have swung wildly back and forth.
He played her like a maestro, his movements growing rougher, it was tilting her world, blinding her eyes, she moaned more, her voice making sounds she never thought possible, animal starved noises.
One hand between her thighs doing the wicked, the other locked her around her neck holding her in place, the spasms began in Ruby's spine, splintered off through her clit and shook her entirely for a minute, his hand never stopped pumping hard until she exhaled, boneless.
He did something so amazing it was cruel, those wicked fingers, she threw her head back and released a howling moan, the noise compounded by the rushing of blood in her ears, muffling her surroundings. What surroundings? She was floating in space.
Throwing his head back to look down his nose at her in that gorgeous commanding way that a big man had—professional athletes on a football field, soldiers going to war, Preacher curled his fingers around he
r hips, letting them dig in just a little, letting her know he had this, to trust him. She did and she would.
It was like having an out of body experience only to find on re-entry back into her skin that it was far too tight. He unleashed a storm on her body, a passion so strong she lost sight of time, it no longer was relevant, if it wasn’t about her and Preacher, it didn’t matter.
When she, at last, opened her eyes, she was resting her forehead against his rumbling chest as he snickered. “There, got you nice and relaxed, baby. Ready for more?”
“Oh, yes,” she purred.
“Fuck yeah I am.” Offered the prospect.
She wanted to pull Preacher closer but he had her arms pinned behind her back, taking the control, making her glow inside, and she liked it, no, she reveled in it, pulses of ecstasy flooded her system overriding any nerves she might have had.
Warm and radiant, her body felt like a noodle after her epic and extremely fast orgasm.
“On your knees, Ruby.”
Ohhhh. She fell easily, the carpet cushioning her knees, and had her mouth wet and open before she even fully got comfortable. Hungry for him, hungry to give him the same jarring pleasure. “Get me out.” His voice thick.
She did and he jerked in her hands. “Oh fuck.”
“Is this what you want?” She pumped the thickness, kissing the seeping tip, rubbing her lips over it until they were glossy, her eyes slipping to the side to see the prospect intently watching, she licked Preacher’s cock again and saw the other male’s chest inflate so hard it could have ripped open his T-shirt.
What a rush.
“Take me in, beautiful. I want to feel your throat.” She did. His taste exploded on her tongue. He smiled a hybrid kind of smile, a perfect blend of want and need.
“God. Look at you. You love sucking my cock, don’t you?” She had no room to talk, her throat full, she hummed her reply, drawing him even deeper, reveling in that dirty grunt he emitted as he fisted her hair, pumping his hips.
Choking her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“This was the story of falling in love with a notorious biker manwhore. The Jane Austen untold version." - Ruby.
She loved it.
Ruby sucked him harder, her tongue roaming up and down his length, over thick ridges, raised veins until he pulled away panting. “You almost had me, beautiful, almost lost myself with that wicked mouth. I don’t want to come yet, get up on the bed, show me my darling pussy.”
Preacher ripped off the rest of his clothes and came towards her. His command was unmistakable, loving this side to him, the naughty look in his eyes as he watched her climb up onto his bed. Presented herself blatantly.
"Mother of god." Hissed Slider.
When Preacher's mouth was latched onto her clit, the lines blurred between pain and pleasure, becoming something new, something on fire. The edge of pain was a kind of promise, the focus between them palpable as if there was no one else in the room but them.
Only there was someone else. And Ruby felt the penetrating eyes on her like a second skin.
She was hot.
She was turned on.
This was what she wanted, these dominant overtones from him, she wanted it with every fiber of her being.
Aroused and frenzied, incoherent, a little scared, Ruby was consumed in Preacher and what he was giving her.
The subtle grunts the prospect gave off only spurred her to be more daring, to let him see what was between her legs, what Preacher was licking. Was it wrong to enjoy those watchful eyes all over her?
Feeling more wanton and free than she ever had before, she free-falled into a climax, it detonated down her spine, caused her to arch off the bed and into Preacher’s mouth almost suffocating him, hands buried in his hair she pumped her hips, feeling his tongue slip deep inside her, the sensation was too much and not enough, sensitive, her flesh burned, she cried out with aftershocks until she sagged back to the bed, boneless and dead. This feeling of euphoria, she wanted to bottle it, take it out later when she was alone and roll around in it.
“More.” He groaned like a maniac. More? She was dead. Aware he was lifting her, holding her in his arms, Ruby gave a token whimper as he pinned her up against the wall so she was fully facing Slider, his eyes hooded and dark … aroused, she saw the distinct bulge in his pants, legs spread apart he didn’t do anything to mask he was liking what he was seeing.
The thought was releasing and she gripped onto Preacher when he hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder. Oh god. It was some kind of circus strong-man motion that she marveled at for a second before the pleasure overrode her once more, a tidal of heat, his great mouth open fully on her pussy, eating her alive.
It was mind blowing, every one of her abdominal muscles clenched and released, she flexed into his mouth, no need to grind since he was giving her every kind of friction a starved woman could need, his tongue and lips working vigorously.
She was so warm and liquid that when he set her down on her feet eventually she had no choice but to grab onto Preacher, to steady her legs, she had no feeling from the eyebrows down, every sensory nerve focused between her legs on the clit that was pulsing. Trying desperately to imprint every minute to memory, available for playback for any time she would miss this man in the future. No one had ever gone above and beyond to make her happy, to give her what she wanted. If Ruby hadn't been knee-deep in pleasure she might have taken the time to have a little cry for his sweetness in doing just that for her; making her happy.
“I think she needs more.” Groaned Slider and Preacher cut him a curious glance, his brow arched.
She watched them both, panting in small breaths.
He placed her on the bed, she rolled up on her elbows.
“Yeah, I do, too, prospect. You hearing that, Ruby? Slider here wants you to take more. You need a pump of my dick, baby?” Cupping her boob, he teased the hard nipple. He had a way of touching just the right body part that needed it at the time, coming down from pleasure, he just petted her skin a little, getting her ready for the next onslaught.
“God, yeah. Give me more, Asher.”
Coming up onto the bed, bracketing his huge body in a cage around her, his lips glossy from her climax, dirty man ate pussy like it was a steak dinner. It made her smile, reaching out she wiped his mouth, then did something equally dirty and sucked her thumb with a loud pop.
“Holy fuck,” the peanut gallery chimed in. “Sexy as fuck. Man.”
Ruby laughed and took the hard kiss from Preacher, her mouth open and ready, she tasted herself tangled around his masculine flavor.
“Aren’t you the naughty one.” Hoisting her hips up, brushing his cock tip to her opening, she was swollen, sopping wet, the motion jarred her, flinching, she bumped his hips again, not ready for more, yet starved to go again. Asher Priest made her hungry.
“The beard made me do it.” She told him trembling, he kissed her shoulder, down her chest, captured a nipple, made it hard as a pebble.
Preacher knew every erogenous zone and used them to his advantage, making her squirm, pleading for his touch. “Needy baby.” He laughed against her mouth, his fingers moving in and deep. “Do you remember what to say if you want me to stop?”
“Yes. Fucking stop, Preacher.”
The prospect snickered like he was having a fine time watching his live porn show.
“That’s right, beautiful. Because I’m going to push you to those dark limits, I’ll make it hurt so good.”
She saw stars. “Fuck. do it. Please.”
“Oh, I am.” She didn’t see him slip the condom on, but he must have because before she’d even finished pleading he had grabbed her legs, pushed against her thighs until she was concertinaed with them crushed to her chest and he shoved all his cock inside her in one long hard thrust.
Her cry hit every surface.
She was taken under by bliss. Her ass arched up as much as she could, accepting the full brutal stabs, she'd swear his thrust entered
her bones.
“Shhh, Ruby. You took it, didn’t you? Such a good baby. Tell me how it feels?”
Full. It felt fucking full. She told him in garbled graceless words, or she thought she did, her brain wasn’t functioning on all cylinders. She was all hormones.
Splitting open, stretched to her limits, it was a job well done if that was his aim. She sucked in air, his hand moving down to tease her clit, she jerked and moaned, relaxing into the bed, her legs shaking in his big hands, he pressed forward, leaning his weight into her, the motion slipped his dick deeper.
Oh, what a sensation. He was touching everywhere, hitting magic buttons she didn’t know she had.
“You see this, prospect? How my lady likes her fucking stuffed to the brim, don’t you, baby?”
The prospect was busy with his eyes glued to Ruby’s pussy, grunting. Her belly clenched knowing how intently their intimacy was being observed. He was seeing their messy sex, how drenched she was, her juices clinging to her thighs, coating Asher’s lower abdomen as he anchored their bodies together.
His smile seemed to say he knew how liberated she felt.
“Tight.” She spoke finally. ”You need to move, Asher. Or I’ll ---”
“You’ll what?” He laughed, daring. Torturous flicks on her overly sensitive vagina inside and out she was bucking up as much as she could. Their eyes locked, his looked like pools of wicked lust. She was sure hers would mirror the same. “You’ll come?” One more flick on her clit and she did just that.
That was three and he hadn’t started fucking her yet.
Now he started moving. Wet sucking sounds as he slipped in and out of her wetness. She should feel mortification for the mess she’d made, only she felt too good to care, her skin was humming, she was flushed, his massive body churning slowly, her neck arched so she could watch their joining. It was erotic and dirty, seeing how deeply he embedded, his cock drenched from her.
“Fuck. Incredible. That’s what I wanted.” He groaned pushing into the pubic bone. “Got me all messy, didn’t you? Gonna use it now.”