Jester

by Lilly Atlas

  That had the desired effect, and a genuine laugh bubbled up from her. “You’re right. Maybe I could get a little of your sleep therapy now.”

  He hardened as though there were a direct link between her words and the blood flow to his cock. “I think the doctor can spare a few minutes for you.” He scooped his woman and jogged toward his bedroom with her in his arms.

  “I can walk, you know.”

  “I know, baby, but I didn’t get to touch you all night so I’m making up for lost time.” He set her on the edge of the bed and captured her hand when it went to the waistband of her shorts. “Let me.”

  He locked eyes with her. She nodded and he gripped the edge of her sleep shorts. Emily lifted her bottom and allowed him to draw them down over her shapely hips. As he slowly worked them off her legs, his fingertips grazed the silky skin of her thighs and she shivered.

  Next, he reached for the hem of her flowery tank top, lifted it, and pulled it over her head when she raised her arms. A sheer red bra overflowed with her generous breasts and a tiny swatch of red lace covered her pussy. He raised a questioning brow at Emily.

  She smirked, bracing herself with her hands propped on the bed behind her body, arching her back so her breasts were even more prominently displayed. Gone was the nervous, shy woman he’d met just a few weeks ago. In her place was a sexy siren who knew exactly how to drive her man wild. “I was too tired to bother taking it off last night. See something you like?”

  He loved her like this. “Fuck yes, I do. Christ, Em, you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Each time I have you I want you more. Someone just has to mention your name and I’m hard and aching for you, counting down the minutes until I can touch you, taste you and hear you moan my name. You’ve done something to me, baby.”

  “Jester,” she whispered, the flirty playful twinkle gone from her eyes as deep emotion filled them, darkening the pale blue.

  He pulled his T-shirt over his head before stripping out of his sweatpants.

  Emily’s eyes roamed over his body as the soft material dropped to the floor. Jester loved the way she looked at him, always with a little awe in her gaze like she was continually surprised by what was revealed when he disrobed.

  “Let’s take a shower,” he ordered, pulling her from the bed. “I smell like the clubhouse.”

  Emily took the lead heading to the bathroom, and he watched her walk away, mesmerized by the sway of her hips and the twitch of her ass.

  “You coming?” She peeked over her shoulder, catching his eyes on her curves.

  “Right after you do.”

  She laughed, and continued into the bathroom while he grabbed both of their phones and switched the ringers off. There would be no distractions this morning. The outcome of tomorrow’s takedown loomed ahead, uncertain, but today, today he would seal them away from the rest of the world, until nothing existed but pleasure.

  When he joined Emily in the bathroom, he found her standing in front of the mirror much as he had the morning after they’d first been together. God, he liked her here. In his room, in his space. This was where she belonged, and he planned to tell her as soon as tomorrow was over and successful.

  She stood there in that sinner’s red bra and panty set, and his cock twitched at the picture she presented.

  Jester slid into place behind her. He cupped her breasts in his large hands and trailed kisses along her neck. She tilted her head to the side, giving him unhindered access to the line of her throat, which he took full advantage of. When she sighed in contentment, he slid his thumbs into the cups of her bra, rubbing them over her nipples. He was pleased, but not surprised, to find them already drawn tight.

  Emily squirmed, and he slid a second finger into each cup of the bra, pinching her nipples with the exact amount of pressure she liked. His baby loved for him to play with her tits, almost as much as he loved to do it, and she didn’t require a light touch.

  They both kept their eyes open, watching in the mirror, as the sexy couple reflected back at them grew more and more frantic with need. Jester controlled the pace, keeping it slow and just shy of what she needed. He wanted her on the edge, thinking of nothing but her need for him and the pleasure only he could give her.

  “Jester.” He sucked on the spot where her neck met her shoulder and she moaned. “It’s not enough. I need more, please give me more.”

  “I know, baby, believe me I know. I want to be inside you so bad it hurts.”

  “Then why are you waiting?” Her voice sounded desperate, a near whine.

  “Because I want you completely out of your mind before I take you.”

  “I’m there.”

  He chuckled. “No you’re not, but I’ll let you know when you are.” He removed his hands from her breasts, and chuckled again when she protested. “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll get back to your tits. I know how much you love me to suck them.” When she groaned again, he unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

  His eyes immediately lowered to her breasts, watching in the mirror as they rose and fell with the increasing pace of her breathing. They were gorgeous, large and heavy with beaded nipples he loved to feel against his tongue. Despite the number of times he’d already had his hands and mouth on them, he still fantasized about them daily.

  Watching themselves make love in the mirror was unbelievably erotic, but he needed to feel her tits in his mouth, and hear the sounds she made as he sucked them. Without warning he spun her around and lowered his head, latching on to a nipple and sucking with a force that had her crying out.

  “Yes, Jester, you always know exactly what I need.” She clutched his head, and held him close as she tried to grind her pelvis against him. He knew she ached, he did as well, fiercely, but he held his lower body away from her, prolonging the sweet torture just a bit longer.

  He moved to the other breast and treated it to the same efforts he had the first. Emily moaned, a combination of frustration and ecstasy as he both delivered and denied what her body was begging for.

  “Please, I can’t take much more.” She shook her head, her control slipping.

  “We’re almost there, baby. Just a little bit more.” He moved back to the original nipple and sucked harder still, knowing he’d be leaving a mark on her. The sound she emitted was almost animalistic in its intensity. There we go.

  Emily wanted to cry. This was the last time she’d be with Jester like this. It was impossible to commit every touch, every sensation to memory, but that’s what she tried to do. The memories would be all she had to cling to after she and Johnny left town. No man could ever compare to Jester in her eyes.

  She needed this final connection, this final bout of pleasure more than she needed air.

  Her hips moved of their own accord, pumping against nothing, seeking friction and relief from the most intense arousal and need she’d ever experienced. Her entire body began to quake as Jester sucked her nipple, pain and pleasure mixing in a way that had her out of her mind. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she might not survive this encounter.

  Just as suddenly as he’d spun her the first time, he turned her once more so she was again facing the mirror. A firm hand on her back pushed her down, bending her over the sink, her forearms coming to rest on the counter top. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, knowing that anytime now she would have the relief she so desperately sought.

  Both sets of eyes were riveted to the mirror, the voyeuristic factor adding to the passion of their joining. Emily could see Jester’s cock behind her. A bead of fluid dripped from the purple head. She met his gaze in the mirror and held her breath as she waited. She loved that he wanted her so much.

  “You wet for me, baby?”

  Emily almost laughed at that. Wet didn’t come close to describing her state at the moment. Jester placed one hand on the inside of each thigh, and nudged her legs open wide. His hands encountered the cream that had spilled from her sex and run down her thighs.

  “Oh, fuck.” The masculine growl o
f approval had more fluid easing from her body. “Jesus, baby, you are fuckin’ drenched. You need me bad, don’t you?” As he spoke he used his hands to rub the moisture into her thighs.

  Just a few weeks ago Emily would have been mortified by her body’s uncontrollable response to him, but now she loved for him to know how much she wanted him. “I need you.”

  His fingers trailed up, pulled her thong to the side, and danced over the entrance to her core. Her body clenched, trying to pull his fingers inside, but he kept the touch light and shallow. “Only you, Jester. You’re the only one I could ever want like this.”

  His eyes dilated and his nostrils flared in the mirror. Her words brought out the animal in him. This would be more than sex, it would be a mating, a claiming. He fisted his cock, pumping it twice before he rubbed it through her soaked folds.

  “Look at yourself, Emily,” he commanded.

  She shifted her eyes to the woman in the mirror, a woman she barely recognized. The woman staring back was flushed, her normally pale eyes darkened with desire. Two substantial breasts hung low, the nipples swollen and reddened from Jester’s earlier ministrations. She looked wanton, like a woman who couldn’t get enough of her man, and as it turned out, that’s exactly who she was.

  She darted her eyes back to Jester and watched, captivated, as he continued to tease her with his shaft.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he ground out, his eyes so dark they looked black. He’d removed the tie from his hair, so it fell around his shoulders making him look wild and dangerous.

  “I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby. I can’t be gentle right now. I need to mark you, brand you, make you mine in every fucking way.” He stopped moving, his erection poised right at her entrance.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “That’s what I want.” This would be the last time, and she needed to be claimed by him no matter how much harder it would be to heal from the broken heart.

  With a roar, he slammed into her in one fierce, almost violent thrust, his big body moving her forward so she had to brace herself with her arms to keep from flying into the mirror. They both watched as he pounded into her without finesse, possessing her.

  Her heavy tits swayed and she noticed his attention drawn to them. Bending forward he surrounded her with his large frame, and brought his hands up to grab her breasts, using them as a handhold while he continued to pummel her from behind.

  Emily was completely dwarfed by the dominant position. She pushed back against him as best she could, but his thrusts were so powerful it took all her strength to hold on for the ride. Pleasure like she’d never known shot from her pussy with every ram of his hips. This was the man, hidden under the jokes and wit, the animal he didn’t let many people see.

  Her legs began to tremble, out of her control, as her mind went fuzzy, swamped by the physical sensations rioting through her. When Jester pinched her nipples, hard, between his thumb and forefingers, an earth shattering orgasm overtook her.

  “Jester, oh my God,” she cried out as her body soared to new heights. “Jester, Jester,” she cried out again and again. It was almost too intense. The physical pleasure combined with her overwhelming emotions brought tears to her eyes.

  “Let go, Em. Let it take you. I’ve got you, I promise,” Jester crooned, his low voice at her ear, a soothing contrast to the wild actions of his body.

  She gave herself up to it, and a second orgasm rushed over her before the first had even calmed. Her body was out of her control, and after two more thrusts Jester buried himself deep inside her coming with a savage cry of his own.

  Neither of them spoke, there were no words to capture what had just transpired between them. Emily barely had enough energy to remain standing as Jester turned her in his arms and kissed her deeply. She realized the shower was running and wondered absently when he’d turned it on.

  Jester lifted her into the shower stall. She was thankful he kept an arm around her the entire time, or she may have collapsed exhausted to the ground.

  With an almost tender hand he washed them both, his mouth on hers nearly the entire time. He paid extra attention to her breasts and between her legs.

  She sighed, wishing she could tell him how much she loved him, but the words stuck in her throat.

  When they were both clean, he turned off the water and lifted her back out into the bathroom, gently drying her with a fluffy towel. He then scooped her up again and carried her to the bed. Before he laid her down, he pulled back the covers.

  Jester climbed in behind her and she immediately turned into his embrace. Still naked, they wound themselves around each other, and within minutes Emily could feel the even rise and fall of Jester’s muscular chest against her ear.

  She was helpless to do anything but wait until her meeting with Snake. Despite her physical and emotional exhaustion, Emily knew sleep would elude her once again.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Emily slowed her car and turned into her driveway. The street was quiet and peaceful, but the flutter of her curtains indicated that horror and fear awaited her despite the beauty of the day.

  Good thing she planned to move. No way could she live in this house again, knowing how easily Snake came and went. Her next house would rival the security of a military base.

  Three deep breaths in a row did nothing to calm the furious beating of her heart, or settle the angry butterflies in her stomach. With a final breath she stepped out of the car and toward her and Johnny’s fate.

  The door to her house swung open before she reached it and a pale hand pulled her inside. The creepy egg-like man stood before her with a twisted smile on his pasty face.

  “So lovely to see you again, Emily. It was unfortunately that we couldn’t speak yesterday, but I’m so glad you’ve been successful in your task.” Across the room, Snake leered, tall and imposing.

  She didn’t respond, her attention riveted to her brother, sitting in a kitchen chair much as he had two weeks ago. This time, thought, he wasn’t bound to the chair. There was no need. He didn’t look like he could manage to blink, let alone escape from Snake and Casper.

  If he hadn’t been sitting somewhat upright in a chair with his swollen eyes partially open, Emily would have thought he was dead. Corpses looked better than Johnny.

  She would have a difficult time getting him out to her car, and they couldn’t risk a stop at a hospital until they were well out of town. It would be the first place anyone would look. Emily sent up a quick prayer that he’d make it that long.

  “As you can see, I brought Johnny for you. I can’t say I’m sorry for the condition he’s in.” He shrugged as though he were telling her he broke a dish in her kitchen. “It’s really no more than he deserves. Now, I played nice, tell me what you know.”

  Emily swallowed past the lump in her throat and rubbed her damp palms on her thighs. She just had to get through her rehearsed speech, then she could take her brother and go. The car was gassed up, her suitcase in the trunk. Whatever Johnny needed, they would get on the way.

  “They know about the drugs you’re buying tomorrow, and they plan to steal them.”

  If it was possible, Snake’s black eyes grew even darker.

  “Do they know where?”

  “No.” She drew in a shaky breath. “And they’re pissed that they can’t figure it out. They are aware it’s happening at eleven tomorrow morning. They know you need a lot of manpower so your clubhouse will be unprotected. The plan is to invade and be waiting to ambush you when you arrive back with the drugs.”

  He had to believe the lie. She’d given him just enough truthful information to seem plausible. If he left men back to guard the clubhouse, the No Prisoners had a better chance at success in their plan. The deception was the only idea she’d had that stood a chance at protecting Jester after she left with Johnny. She’d still lose Jester, but at least the two men she loved would be alive and unharmed.

  Of course, Snake had to buy into the deception first.

  He drew in a deep
breath, the expansion of his chest filling the space in the room. He glowered as he blew it out. “And I’m supposed to believe they want my drugs. You should know by now, teach, that they don’t deal in drugs.”

  She nodded, forcing herself to relax and sound uninterested. “Money is a powerful motivator and I hear the drugs are worth a lot. I imagine a saint would be tempted.”

  Snake grunted, still piercing her with an assessing glare. One wrong move, one extra blink and she’d be caught. “How’d you find out? How’d they find out for that matter?”

  As she’d lain awake all night, every possible question he could ask had rolled through her head. She was prepared. “I sneaked into the chapel when everyone was partying.” She shrugged and looked Snake right in the eyes. “By the end of the night everyone was passed out. Maybe you have a rat.”

  If he didn’t believe her soon her false bravado would fade. Throwing up at his feet would be a dead giveaway that something was amiss with her story.

  After a few more tense moments of scrutiny Snake shifted his focus over her shoulder, she assumed to his eggy minion. They men seemed to communicate silently until Snake nodded and addressed her again.

  “You’ve done good work. But how do I know this isn’t all bullshit? How do I know you didn’t tell Jester everything, and he fed you this story to lure us into a trap? He sure seemed protective of you yesterday. I’m supposed to believe you’d betray him?”

  Tears filled Emily’s eyes and spilled down her face. Pretending wasn’t necessary anymore. She had betrayed Jester. She met him under false pretenses, lied to him for weeks, spied on his club, and now she’d leave him without a word. The sorrow was real and deep.

  “Yes.” A sob broke from her chest and her knees knocked together. The upside to her breakdown was that Snake appeared satisfied.

  “You wouldn’t have lasted anyway. Too soft for our world. At one tomorrow you can pick up your brother, here.” Snake smirked, completely unaffected by her emotional outburst.

  Emily staggered backward as though she’d received a physical blow. “What?” She didn’t even try to disguise the panic in her voice. He wasn’t leaving Johnny?