Hoss (Rebel Wayfarers MC Book 7)

by MariaLisa deMora

  He framed her core with his hands, eyes to his fingers as they pressed into the crease where her legs joined her body. Thumbs sliding over her flesh, she felt the folds around her entrance tugged open, watched as he blew out a steady stream of air through pursed lips, his gaze fixed on his hands moving over her skin. She looked down his body to see his erection jerking, a bead of liquid slowly making a wet trail down the side of the engorged head.

  He locked gazes with her, a pleased smile spreading across his face. “Beautiful,” was all he said before shifting, lying on his belly, shoulders between her legs. She felt his breath only a second, and then his mouth was there.

  “Oh, God,” she breathed, her hips twisting and bucking at the immediate and overwhelming sensations assaulting her as his lips and tongue worked in unison in an intimate caress.

  ***

  She was just as sweet as he remembered from the barest taste he had taken at the park. He liked eating pussy, liked it a lot, but he didn’t think he ever had better. Couldn’t remember better. Fuck, he couldn’t remember anything right now.

  Every touch of his mouth on her caused ripples of reaction through her entire body. Teasing her with flicks and licks of his tongue, he used his fingers to separate her lips, tracing up and down, licking along the length of her pussy with the flat of his tongue, alternating that with rapidly flicking the tip against her clit. Her hips were shifting, moving side-to-side in what he knew was an unconscious drive for more.

  Gaze focused up towards her face, he saw her mouth open and close with a soundless cry then she called his name again, sounding confused; he watched as she rolled her lips into her mouth and bit down…hard. Her hands wrapped around each other, clenched into a single fist clasped low on her belly, pressing deep into her flesh. Every reaction screamed inexperience to him, but with the way her ass was moving, while it seemed she didn’t know what she was seeking, her body knew what it wanted. Running his fingers over her, he trailed his fingertips through the slick wetness as he shifted backwards, lifting his head.

  She stilled and raised her head, and he waited until her dazed eyes focused on him before he spoke. “Hope, baby, anybody ever eat you before?” He knew the answer when she squeezed her eyes shut, and found his confirmation when she shook her head, cheeks blushing bright red. “Fuck,” he whispered in awe, hands still in motion on her pussy. “Baby, if it feels good, all you gotta do is let me know and I’ll do it again. You like my mouth on you?”

  Fuck, he had to make this memorable for her, set the bar for all the next times he would have her in his bed. She didn’t respond, and he asked the question again, slightly differently, “I like eating pussy. It makes everything better for me. I’ll like it a lot more when I know I’m doing it right for you. You enjoying my mouth on you?”

  She took a breath and blew it out on a sigh then nodded. In a soft voice, she said, “It’s just so intense. It feels like I need to get away, but everything feels so much more there, than anything I remember. Good intense, but intense. I’m sorry if I’m doing it wrong.” That last was whispered, and he almost missed it as he pulled a gasp from her by spearing a finger deep inside her, rewarding honesty with more pleasure.

  He hadn’t lied to her, because he very much enjoyed the power the act granted him. A woman handing her body over to him, trusting him to make it pleasurable for her. Fuck yeah, that was a heady rush. It was gratifying in different ways when it was this good, drawing a woman close, feeling her body change and move in reaction to his touch.

  He slipped his finger in and out, fucking her slowly, as deep as he could reach, grinding his knuckles into her pussy with each deep thrust, feeling her inner walls tense and clutch at his withdrawal. The muscles in her legs were quivering, stilling only when he seated his finger deep inside, then trembling again when he curved and curled it inside, twisting his hand back and forth to stroke every inch of her pussy.

  With Hope, he was finding he loved provoking her raw reactions more than anything. No man in her bed for more than eight goddamned years, no man ever touching her in this intimate way, tasting her, arousing her like this. Her first in so many ways. He would do a lot to keep seeing this look on her face. A fuck of a lot.

  Now to address the needless apology. “Nothing you ever do in this bed, or any others we share, could ever be wrong. You feel what you feel, baby. You show that to me. Let me know what’s good for you. Let me be good to you, make it sweet between us every time.”

  He leaned down and nipped at her clit while he ground his finger into her, curling deep inside. Pulling as much of her into his mouth as he could, he flicked her rapidly pulsing nub with his tongue, pushing a second finger deep in her pussy. He slipped his other hand underneath her ass, encouraging her to lift her hips against his mouth. “I want to hear you, Hope,” he encouraged her, and received a soft sigh in response. Not quite a moan, but he huffed a laugh, his mouth still working her, thinking, I can work with that.

  “Yes, baby,” he said, pushing deep and curling again, then withdrew his fingers, flicking and licking her opening around his still moving fingertips, caressing her with mouth and hands. Gently using his teeth on her, he heard another sigh. “Fuck, yeah,” he murmured, words muffled by her body as he nuzzled into her. Reaching up with his other hand, he found her hands, clenched so tightly together her fingers were ice cold when he unfolded them. Tugging at her, he pulled one hand down to his head, pressing his mouth harder on her when her fingers threaded tentatively through his hair. Show me, baby, he thought. Trust me to do what you want, what you need.

  “Hoss,” she whispered and her hand tensed, but he already knew she was close. Her pussy walls were rippling and clenching around his tongue and fingers. Covering her with his mouth, he ate at her using the things she had reacted to, fingers in deep, teeth on her clit, tongue spearing between her lips. "Oh," she said in surprise at his urgent movements, and then breathlessly called, “Hoss.”

  He kept his gaze fixed on her, watching as the flush of her arousal rose from her chest, up her neck, and across her face. One hand in his hair, the other had flattened on her stomach and he saw her fingertips moving restlessly, tracing circles on her own skin. Her nipples had hardened, sitting on her shifting breasts in pebbled peaks. She gasped, and the muscles in her stomach clenched and jerked in a movement he remembered from the park, so he added a third finger and pushed deep, pressing into her hard. His name rolled off her tongue again, louder this time, that rich tone he loved flowing through the air and caressing his skin. My baby is so fucking hot, he thought, watching the play of emotion and reaction across her features.

  Eyes closed, she rolled her lips, first the top one tucking between her teeth, and then the bottom, followed by a slow lick of her tongue. He slowed his attack, shifting to long, steady strokes with his fingers and tongue, letting her relax for a moment. Then, right before she bottomed out, he demanded more, using his thumb on her clit while he flicked and licked around his fingers at her entrance.

  She called his name again, that gorgeous tone in her voice signifying profound arousal, and then her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling in tentative direction away from her clit. Fuck, yes, he thought, shifting so his mouth was lower on her pussy. Yes, trust me. He used the fingers of both hands to spread her open wide, pushing her legs out with his shoulders. Pausing a moment, he looked at her, displayed for him, glancing up her body to meet her unfocused gaze.

  He froze for a moment, because there was such wonder and surprise in the look on her face it stole his senses. “So fucking beautiful,” he said, seeing a smile curl her lips. He would keep telling her those words until she believed them. “Come for me again, baby. Give me this.” Her lips parted in a gasp, and he lowered his head, covering her in the heat from his mouth again, thrumming across her clit with the tip of his tongue. He gave her two fingers again, thrusting steadily into her, then he shifted his arm and the new angle had her calling out wordlessly, muscles clenching as she shattered in his hands.

/>   Easing her down with soft and slow caresses, he watched and reveled as her body relaxed, knees falling wide to the side. Head tipped back into the pillow, her mouth worked for a moment then produced a breathy, “Wow.” Chuckling, he moved up on the bed beside her, arms wrapping around her and tucking her into his side. Loose and limp, she gave herself over to him, letting him move and arrange her, a heavy, satisfied sigh escaping her when he finally stilled.

  “Sleep, baby,” he murmured into her hair. “Let’s get you a nap.” He didn’t miss how she froze in place at his words, so he asked her, “What, baby?” There was no response, but she still hadn’t moved, and he asked her again, his voice harder, demanding a reply. “What is it, Hope?”

  She took two quick breaths, and then asked in a shaky, uncertain voice, “What about you?”

  “I’m good,” he lied, trying not to grind his teeth in frustration. He wanted to cover her, working his hips as he pounded into her, but she deserved the afterglow from having someone go down on her the first time, and he was trying to let it stretch out for her before demanding more.

  “Oh,” was all she said, but she still wasn’t moving, hadn’t relaxed. Fuck, he thought.

  “Hope, what’s wrong?” The edge of his frustration was there in his voice, and he knew she felt it when she tightened further, scooting away the tiniest bit, and he lost the heat of her belly pressed into his side. Scooping her with his arm, he pulled her close again, draping her partly across his chest. “Stop it, baby. No running. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

  “You didn’t…but now you don’t…” Her voice cracked and he squeezed his eyes tight. Fuck. Between her and Sammy, he didn’t know which one jumped to the worst conclusions fastest.

  “Yeah, I do.” He grabbed her hand, dragging it under the covers and down his belly, wrapping her palm around his hard length, hissing out her name when her fingers tightened around him. “A fuck of a lot, baby, I do.” He jerked his hips up, thrusting through her hand, his fingers threaded with hers, holding hers in place when she would have released him. “I want to fuck you so bad my cock is weeping at the loss.” He swept his thumb over the head, flinging back the covers and bringing it to her mouth, hissing “Fuck” again as her tongue darted out, capturing the offered sample greedily.

  He heard the drawl thick in his voice when he growled out, “You think I don’t want you, because I’m trying to give you a little space, knowing that’s the first time a man’s had his mouth on you, and you telling me it was intense. And that was before you came in my mouth, shattering for me, breaking so powerfully I could nearly see it move through you, waves of passion and pleasure.

  “Fuck, Hope, if you’re telling me you don’t need a minute, then I’ll take that space back, baby. Because I want to fuck you so bad that having your soft, little hand on me like this is torture, because as hot as your hand is, I know your pussy is going to be hotter and better. So much better, and I want that for me. Like I told you already, I’m a selfish bastard.”

  Wedging his fingers underneath her chin, he lifted her face to his, covering her mouth and kissing her so hard and deep that when she moved her hand up his shaft, his balls were throbbing, heavy sac drawing up tight to his body. Fuck, I’m about to come from a kiss and a two-stroke handjob if I’m not careful. He rolled them, putting her back to the mattress, rising over her and supporting his weight with one forearm in the bed. “You want me inside you, baby?”

  Eyes locked on hers, he saw her lips tremble just before she nodded once, jerkily. “I want to hear it, Hope. Tell me you want me inside you.”

  Her lips parted on a breath as he waited, and then she whispered, “I want you inside me. Make love to me, Hoss.” He kissed her hard, stealing the last whisper of his name from her lips, tongue sweeping deep inside her mouth to tangle with hers. Her palm slid up his arm, fingers curling around his bicep with a squeeze. Stretching out over her, he gave her his weight, wedging his rigid cock between her folds and he pushed, gliding effortlessly through the wetness she gave him. Every thrust brought the head of his cock slipping up past her clit, and he heard the little gasp she gave, felt her hips begin to move against him.

  “Condom,” he muttered, burying his face in her hair, finding the side of her neck with his teeth, gripping hard as he felt her pulse pounding beneath his lips, and then kissing the sting away. She lifted her hips again and he begin to slide down too far, the head of his cock catching on the edge of her opening and he froze, but she didn’t. On the next shift of her hips, his cock slipped inside her a couple of inches and he found himself surrounded by tight, wet heat all around. His ass flexed and he dipped inside farther, and then she lifted and drew him in even deeper. “Hope,” he hissed. “Hold the fuck still. I need to get a rubber, baby.”

  “Hoss,” she whimpered, her hands moving up and down his sides to grip his waist, tugging and pulling him urgently. Fuck, if this was what she did to Sammy’s dad, it was no wonder the man knocked her up, because this kind of raw need, this wanting…demanding, was fucking hard to turn down. Hot. Tight pussy. Willing woman squirming underneath him, her hands scraping and pulling at his control. Bare. Hot. Fraying those reins. Tight satin wrapped around his cock. Not caring if he lost her trust or knocked her up. He remembered his thoughts the first time he had seen her, how beautiful he imagined she must have been carrying Sammy. Carrying his baby. Involuntarily, his hips jerked and thrust, his cock plunging in farther. Hot. His.

  Fuck.

  With a shove and a curse, he pushed up and off her, jackknifing to the edge of the bed, the heat from her body replaced with the chill of the room. With numb fingers he fumbled the wallet from his pants pocket, and cursed again when he saw only one condom. One. All this time waiting and wanting her, and he had one shot. It wasn’t any use looking through the house for rubbers, because he never brought women back to his home. He fucked in the clubhouse when he wanted pussy, never here. Hope was the only woman who had been to his house, on his bike, or lying in his bed. All of which meant there were no fucking condoms in the goddamned fucking house.

  He rolled again, pressing his full length against her, and he took her mouth, her heat wrapping around him once more. Hard, panting breaths, he devoured her and she brought it back to him, her lips plucking at his. Shoving his face into the crook of her neck, he moved, lifting his body so he could bring his hand up to cup her breast. He already knew what she liked there and worked her, plumping the soft mound as he nibbled and licked up the column of her neck. Thumb to forefinger, he pulled and tugged at her nipple, elongating the erect tip, rolling and pinching it gently.

  Lifting up again, he kissed her slow and soft, feeling her beginning to twist underneath him, desire moving her and he broke the kiss, shifting to his knees between her legs. Sitting back on his heels, he examined her face and body, loving the reactions she gave him. Breath coming quicker as, eyes locked on his hands, she watched him open the condom, her lips parted in a gasp as he rolled it down his length then slowly stroked himself root to tip, gripping tighter, stroking himself a second time.

  With one hand, he reached out and cupped her pussy, curving his fingers over the top of her mound, dragging his thick thumb up, pressing between the folds until he found her entrance. Fucking wet. Glancing at her face, he saw the pink of her tongue dart back into her mouth, knowing she had just swiped across her bottom lip, also knowing it was because he was touching her again and she liked it. She didn’t have to say anything. He had her tell down; that lip roll and swipe communicated clearly that she was ready.

  Stretching out over her, he pressed their lower bodies together, bracketing her upper torso with his forearms, holding his weight off her. Her legs had drawn together, an instinctive protective move, which spoke to pain in bed in her past. Those few weeks she was with Suiter, the man probably didn’t take care of her, and tight as she was, anything less than what he had done for her tonight could leave her with painful memories, leave her pussy raw for at least a few days. Right now, how
ever, he was confident he had worked her over enough. He had gotten her there twice already, and fuck him, but she was drenched for him. That sureness was in his voice when he told her softly, “Open for me, baby. Spread your legs. Let me in there.”

  Dipping his head, he traced along her nose with his own, feeling her tentative movements. Giving her a smile and a softly spoken, “Good girl,” he kissed her then tipped his hips and started the slow push and glide that would get him deeper every stroke, but without hurting her. Push and glide then pull back, rolling his hips to push and glide again, a little farther each time. “Fuck me back, baby,” he murmured against her lips. “Nothing crazy, but I want to feel you move for me.” So nervous, she would never try to take hers yet, but he knew she would give it to him if he asked, as long as he made it about him.

  Her tentative shifts had him drawing a hard breath, because not only did she shift side-to-side in the bed instead of up against him like he expected, but her core tightened down in a way that made him wonder how long he could hold out if she kept doing that. “Absolute perfection, baby. Just like that. Perfect for me, exactly like that,” he urged, rolling his hips again, pushing in farther, letting her make those little circles that dragged him against the walls of her pussy. “Fucking tight, baby. So fucking tight and hot around me. Fucking flawless, you fucking me back like that. Love it. Beautiful.”

  With a surge, he moved forward, penetrating deeper, concentrating on making it good, angling his hips to drive up into her. “Nearly there, baby,” he muttered, his lips moving across her jaw to her ear then down her neck, withdrawing to push forward again, deeper. Hot. Tight. His.

  “Go ahead,” she breathed, tone encouraging, her mouth near his ear, and he chuckled, because he knew she had misunderstood in a way that didn’t speak favorably of her previous partner.