“You’re so good at this,” she murmurs dreamily as I rest my head on her thigh while she catches her breath. I grin, I can’t help it.
I give her a few seconds to get over it as I look for my wallet. I was hopeful before leaving the clubhouse, and I’m glad I was careful enough to grab five new condoms. I quickly slip one on with Abby’s eyes on me. She shifts a little, until she is in the middle of the bed. Looks like the lady wants it missionary.
Works for me. I join her on the bed, slowly stroking myself and secretly enjoying the little gleam in her eyes. My arms on each side of her face, I settle between her silky thighs and take the time to kiss her. Thoroughly. Her tongue is a little lazy as it plays with mine while her hands travel over my back. Her touch is smooth and soft, almost delicate, and I find myself enjoying this calm before the storm mood.
At least for a few seconds.
I smile into her kiss and peck her lips once more before murmuring, “I’m all for sweet and slow but baby, you’re the only one who’s already satisfied here.”
She laughs then pinches my ass.
“Ow!”
“Is that hard enough for you?”
“I’ll show you hard,” I grumble, taking the time to rub at my left cheek. She didn’t hold back either, the little minx.
I slip my hand between our bodies and grab myself. I don’t tease her this time and slip inside her in one smooth stroke. She is wet and I glide right in, letting out a small sigh as I drop my head in the curve of her neck. Palming her ass, I tilt her hips up, deepening the angle. She helps me too, resting her feet flat on the bed and moaning low when it allows my pelvic bone to brush against her clit. Once I’m satisfied with our position, I pull back, enjoying the dragging against her walls, before slamming back in. I give it to her slow and deep at first, allowing myself to savor her clinging heat to its fullest before I start losing control. It’s what she needs to get from one orgasm to another, a gentle coaxing to tease her pleasure back to life. There is something about this girl that makes me want to make her come as much as possible, especially when my cock is deep inside her pussy. She squeezes me like crazy when she climaxes, and the way her body tenses under mine is a major turn on.
She is already panting in my ear, and I start to pick up the tempo. My hips snap harder, my strokes shorten. The bed is one of those old-fashioned metal frames with a spring mattress or something because soon enough a squeaking sound comes from underneath us.
It’s hot. Almost as hot as last night when I fucked her so hard I thought the bed frame was going to dig a hole in the wall. That kind of sound only proves to whoever is within earshot that I’m giving it to her good.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I plan on making sure that the ones sleeping next to us tonight aren’t going to be able to do much apart from listening to the way a man should fuck his woman.
Free lesson, you know?
“Aaron,” she whispers breathlessly, my one warning that things are getting good for her. I focus on her, the way she holds me tightly, her face snug against my throat. I make sure my strokes are fast, short, focusing on where I know her sweet spot is. She goes off like a rocket in no time, clinging to me and chanting a long string of strangled “yes, yes, yes” that end up on a shout. Abby isn’t exactly a screamer, as I said. But she does shout when I give her a hard climax, and I just did.
I groan and squeeze my eyes shut when her muscles start to massage me deep inside, her body calling for my seed like biology dictates it to do. I slow my pace as she catches her breath and eventually lift my head to take a good look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is an absolute catastrophe, and her eyes are staring at me with that dreamy light she gets when she rides down the wave.
If I could take a picture of her like that, I would. I would probably jerk off to it often, too.
I mentally make a note to do that before the night is over. It will make a nice souvenir.
A few squeaky mewls cling to her throat, and I grin as I sit up. “That seemed like a good one.”
She nods, licking her lips as I pull her thighs on my lap. Her legs circle my hips and this position completely frees my hands. I grab her hips, hard, as I slowly pump inside her, my gaze attracted to where we’re joined. She drenched me with her orgasm, her juices covering me, and the smell of sex is now surrounding us. Her thighs are trembling beneath my hands as I set a faster pace. My thumb is free to tickle her clit and that’s exactly what I do. I gently brush over it, working her from the inside and the outside. She is tighter now after her second climax and it feels amazing. Watching my cock disappear deep inside her pussy, her red and glistering folds surrounding me, is hiking up my own arousal. The heat in my lower abdomen has been there since she put her hand on my crotch in the reception room but now the coil of tension is tight. I need release and the lady has been pleased twice already, after all.
“I’m coming with you this time,” I warn her as my ass clenches every time I pump into her.
She nods and bites her lips, her hands covering her breasts and playing with her nipples now. I’d like my mouth on them, but this position allows me in deep and I’m not sure she’ll get there fast enough if I can’t stroke her clit at the same time. The pressure is rising for me, I can feel it building in my dick and my balls are drawing tight. Fuck. I’m gonna come.
She probably feels it too because she pants, “Don’t stop.”
She is massaging, pinching and pulling on her tight nipples, her movements growing desperate as she tries to get there with me. It gets to me, because it’s hot to watch her that way. Uninhibited. Spread out just for my eyes and pleasure, her body yielding to mine. I own her in that moment, and the primal part of me is smug in that knowledge, threatening my self-control.
My knees digging into the mattress, the fucking loud mattress that has probably never seen such action in years, I let my dick take over and pound into her like I need to.
Abby’s neck tenses as she throws her head back, her body bracing itself. She is getting there, I know it, I know her well already. All the signs are there, the red on her skin, the tension, the strangled moans, the way her hands tighten on whatever they’re holding - this time, the pillow under her head.
But I’m getting there too, and the way my cock rubs against her snug walls, the slight pinch from my piercing when I bottom out, it all sends me to the point of no return.
“Fuck. You’re getting it,” I growl, my hips setting a hard, fast pace.
“Yes. Please, yes,” is her response and the way she spreads her legs as if she can’t wait for me to give it to her, to shoot my load inside her, makes me snap. I plant myself deep and let go with a long groan. It drains me. It fucking drains me, all my energy seemingly transferring to her body with each spasm that sends my seed into the condom.
My head is fuzzy, a low buzzing sound filling my ears as the orgasm runs its course, and I’m surprised when the sound of my name reaches through the fog. The pure rapture on her face lets me know she found her pleasure too, my orgasm triggering her own. I lean over her, completely spent, my cock still deep inside her quivering pussy.
OK, there is something weird going on. I can’t remember if I ever had such explosive sex so many times in a row with the same chick.
I struggle to catch my breath as our eyes meet. We both smile at the same time, and I think that’s when I realize I’m going to have to find a way to keep her in my life somehow. She could make a decent civilian girlfriend, I guess. I’d visit her every now and then for a fuck fest and then go back to the clubhouse. It’s pretty obvious she doesn’t have a man in her life and hadn’t had one for a while, so it would be win-win for her, too.
I wince when I pull out of her, the head of my cock extremely sensitive as her pussy clings to me. I get rid of the condom on my way to the bathroom then quickly wash up and walk back to bed where Abby is still sprawled out in the exact same position I left her.
She lets out a small squeal of surprise when I bring the wet wash
cloth between her legs, but I don’t give her time to be shy and all that shit. That’s my pussy, and I used it well, so I’m taking care of it now, whether she likes it or not.
The fact that I’m weirdly possessive over her should be a warning sign but somehow, I easily push it back.
Chapter 9
Abby
Apa eventually leaves the room to hunt down some food. He asked me if I wanted to go back to the reception, but it would have taken me hours to get back to a proper appearance. My hair is all over the place, my makeup is gone, and I can barely walk. Not that it hurts, more like my thighs are perpetually shivering with the last remains of my orgasms.
I worry a little about how on earth I’ll ever be able to have sex again. Not with Apa, because I am pretty sure I’m down for it anytime he wants to. But with other men. He ruined me. Twenty-four hours with him, and I’m used to my mandatory orgasms, great oral skills, and a proficiency in dirty talking.
There is also another problem: our lives are somehow linked. Even if it’s not close, we both, somehow, belong to a common circle. It makes him more real, and I’m afraid leaving him tomorrow is going to be slightly harder than waking up alone this morning. I saw another side of him and it makes a difference, somehow.
When he’s back, I’m soaking in a warm bath. I like the way his teeth dig into his lower lip as he takes me in. He makes me feel sexy. Beautiful. Desirable.
He gets rid of his clothes wordlessly then gives me one of his chin jerks to ask me to slip forward. I oblige, and he steps behind me then sits down. The water rises to a dangerous level, and I swiftly unplug the tub to avoid a catastrophe. I settle back against him when I’m satisfied we’re not going to cause a leak in the room beneath us, and I sigh when his arms circle me. My head drops against his shoulder, my hands settling on his raised knees, and I caress his thighs when he drops a kiss on my head. My body feels utterly at ease with him, as if we have known each other for years. It’s a little unsettling, to be honest.
“So, tell me,” he eventually says in a low, throaty voice. I’ve found out that this is his post-orgasmic voice. Deeper. Lazier.
To say it’s extremely sexy is putting it mildly.
“Tell you what?”
“Cassie. What’s the deal there? I knew she was on the bitchy side of the spectrum, but not to that level.”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Her mom and mine are cousins, and close. They were happy to get pregnant around the same time, hoping to raise us like they had been raised. It didn’t work out that way, though. Cassie was the beautiful poster child, and I was more like the ugly duckling. She loved making fun of me, and even though she calmed down, sometimes she still likes the occasional jab.”
He hums, his hand gently stroking my arm in a soothing motion.
“And what is your deal? Why did you join the Sinners? I thought bikers created their family because they didn’t really have one, but from what you told me you’re close to your mom and nice with Louisa.”
He laces his fingers through mine and plays with them. I watch the foam clinging to his knuckles and remember how it feels to be intimately touched by him.
Spoiler alert: it feels good.
“It changes you, you know.”
“War?”
“Yeah. I’ve always been a little bit on the rebellious side, too. I grew tight, really tight, with some other Marines. We share a bond. We understand each other. After my last tour, I knew I didn’t want to re-enlist. But going back to a civilian life isn’t easy either. My best friend, Reese, had been offered to prospect, and the next thing I knew I was cleaning up vomit on a Saturday morning. It took a year and a half, then we were both patched in. Never regretted it either. A bunch of us are vets. Some are still in service, too.”
“Reese? He got to keep his name but not you? Wait, did he get a piercing too?”
I feel his smile against my temple. “It’s his nickname, actually. He did get a piercing, but the fucker called dibs and got a tongue one.”
I pause at that. “Tongue?”
“Yup.”
“Damn.” I can’t help but picture what it would feel like to have someone go down on me with a piercing on his tongue.
“You saucy woman, you’re picturing me eating your pussy with a pierced tongue, aren’t you?”
I fold my lips over my teeth. “I wasn’t exactly picturing you.”
He playfully slaps my thigh. “Get that picture out of your head right away.”
“I thought the club was all about the freedom?” I ask in a teasing voice as I turn my head to face him.
“You’re a civilian,” he growls. “You won’t fuck one of my brothers. Ever.”
Jeez. Caveman, much? I cock an eyebrow. “And how are you going to keep that from happening? I might have developed a particular taste for bikers thanks to you.”
“And that’s good. I don’t mind if you want a brother to join us. But when I’m with you.”
My jaw drops. “What?!”
“Ever had sex with two men? One to take good care of your pussy, the other with his cock down your throat?” he murmurs as he leans down to press a kiss on the corner of my lips.
“Errr. No?”
I’m not sure what to do with that. It’s easy to pretend Apa is just a man like all the others, or at least a normal bad boy. We’re far away from his club and that part of his life, and I see only what I want to see. But there is definitely an aspect of him that is completely unknown to me.
“It’s moot anyway,” I find myself saying. “I don’t live in Edmond, after all.”
“You also don’t live too far away.”
That is true. I’m two hours away. “Are you suggesting booty calls?”
He hums. “We get on well, don’t we?”
It’s a little silly, and my feminist self isn’t really pleased with me but I won’t lie, it’s a nice ego boost to have someone as experienced as him acknowledge that we’re really rocking between the sheets.
The thing is I’m not sure if I’m the kind of girl who can have a fuck buddy. Look at me, it’s only day two for us, and I’m already starting to struggle with the idea of a “without him.” I get attached easily. And he’s charming, which makes him very easy to fall for. I think it would be really stupid to tempt the devil, no matter how much I love having sex with him. My heart would get involved eventually, that’s a given, and I know it would destroy me thinking of everything he does once he goes back to the clubhouse.
“I don’t think I’m really cut out for that kind of relationship,” I admit quietly.
He tightens his arms around me and nods his head. “OK.”
And then we stop talking.
Chapter 10
Abby
“Oh… my… God.”
I nod with the wisdom of a ninety-year-old woman who’s seen three wars and buried as many husbands. “I know.”
“He is…”
“Yes.”
“And you-”
“Yes.”
“The picture at the bar was already wow but up close and… and… have you seen his pecs?” Val says in a breath, her hand covering her chest.
“I have. I touched them and licked them, too.”
I allow myself a small satisfied smile as I take a sip of my lemonade. After our bath, and the sex that followed, we lingered in bed and Apa let me get familiar with his tattoos. I didn’t ask for explanations, I just allowed my finger to trace the ones that had drawn me in the most. There is an angel on his left bicep. It’s a dark angel too, with a tortured face. It’s beautiful but in a painful way, and I didn’t dare to ask what it meant. His right arm is a full sleeve, with shapes and forms that are much more artistic, as if someone had used him as blank canvas. An aesthetic dragon curls around his shoulder and licks his neck. The club colors are on his right pec, a skull with a shadowing behind it that he told me represents a halo and two swords crossed behind it.
“And you have his phone number? Can you invite him here? And tell
him to bring a friend or two?” Elise asks, her eyes fixed on the picture Apa made me take on Sunday morning. He was lying in bed, the sheet low on his hips, so low you could see he was obviously naked, one arm bent behind his head, the other resting lazily on his abs. He wanted to be sure I had a flattering one of him to show off to my girls. He didn’t take any of me.
Val snorts. “Let’s be real. She probably found the one and only specimen. I doubt the rest of his club is like him.”
I hesitate a little at that. “Well… he did tell me most of them are or were in the military. So… he might not be the exception to the rule.”
“Oh my God,” Val whines. “You mean there is like a whole herd of them?”
“Potentially.”
“You need to take us there,” Joan, the usually quiet one of the group, says. The other two nod.
“I don’t plan on seeing him again, and I really don’t think it’s a good idea to get a closer look at his world.”
“Why not?”
“This weekend was great. Sexually, it was mind-blowing. But his world is different. How do you think I’d feel seeing him surrounded by the club girls, as he calls them? Knowing he had sex with them all, and will have sex with them once I’m back home too?”
Elise grimaces. “Yeah… I don’t think I’d like that.”
“Exactly. My life is good, my business is up and running, and I’m really happy I got to have a torrid affair even if it was just for one weekend. And you should have seen Cassie’s face at brunch. She was green with jealousy.”
I don’t add that people commented on the noise the newlyweds made during their wedding night, only to realize they were talking about my room. That’s right. Little old me had a hell of a better night than the ones who had just tied the knot. I made a show of it too, allowing my hair to show the hickeys left by Apa.
The last kiss he gave me was bitter-sweet, though. He walked me to my car, holding my hand, which was surprisingly sweet. Then he kissed me, a long, lingering kiss before stroking my cheek and smiling at me with a little nod.
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