by Kiki Leach
I moved at a much quicker pace then, sliding him across my tongue and between my lips, and using my other hand to massage his balls with such an intensity that I could feel the veins in his cock swell up near the head of it just before he jerked forward and finally exploded. Hot liquid poured into my mouth like molten lava, warming my insides as I swallowed. As he began to relax and soften after a few shivers, I released him. And while trying to catch his breath, he reached down for both of my hands and pulled me up to my feet.
His skin was flushed; his full lips were still wet from his tongue and his cool grey eyes were darker than I had ever seen before. The man was starving and I was his breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert right after.
"Where the fuck did you learn to suck a cock like that, darlin'?" he asked me. "Jesus." He wrapped both hands around my face and drove his tongue between my lips before I could even answer. I nearly fainted as he circled his tongue around mine and suckled the tip. My hands moved up his back again and I clawed my nails into his skin to hold myself up. And that's when his phone rang, distracting us. He was only slightly startled, pulling away for two seconds before bringing his mouth back down to mine. He practically devoured me in that kiss, taking turns to suck on each of my lips before slowly sliding his tongue across and between them again, and fluttering it against the tip of my own. Then he dropped one of his hands from my face, dragging it down past my breast (when his finger brushed against my very erect nipple, I shuddered) and stomach, and pushed it between my legs again.
My panties were completely soaked by now and he didn't hesitate or tease me this time when he moved his fingers past the fabric, slid it back and forth between the lips of my slit and finally pushed one deep inside me. I gasped as his kiss deepened, as his tongue practically suffocated me with each soft stroke. "You are so fuckin' wet for me, babe." He slid another finger inside me and I bucked my hips against him while clawing my nails into his back so hard, it was only a matter of time before I officially broke through his skin. "And so fuckin' sexy, goddamn." He lowered his other hand from my face in that moment and as the phone rang for the second or third time, we continued to ignore it, especially him, as he was too damn busy falling to his knees in front of me and sliding my panties down my legs. Once they reached the floor, I rested my hands on top of his shoulders and stepped out of them. He looked up at me with a deliciously intoxicating yet dangerous fire in his eyes that almost made me want to come right then and there.
He slid his hands around the back of my thighs and squeezed me hard until I nearly fell over on top of him. He chuckled and tugged at my skirt, yanking it down to the floor along with my panties, forcing me to step out of it just the same. Then he leaned forward and kissed me just below my belly button, keeping his eyes on mine the entire damn time. My hands crawled up the sides of his throat and then his face. His jawline was so exceptionally strong and masculine. I needed to know what my thighs would feel like wrapped around it. He extended his tongue and swirled it around my skin. I closed my eyes for less than a second and he brought his hands up to my bare behind. I nearly choked when he squeezed me again, harder this time as if to make sure that I felt it and leave his marks. Then he gave my cheeks a light smack while gently sucking, licking and nibbling his way down to my clit. I could hardly remain on my feet the minute I felt his teeth; but as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulders to angle himself and I moved my hands back up into his hair, I was able to find a steady balance that worked out well for the both of us.
Almost too damn well.
Once he finally moved his face between my legs and I felt the soft hairs of his jaw brushing along the inner parts of my thighs, he brought his hand back up to my breast that remained free outside my bra and tank and lightly pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger. I gyrated without even realizing it until the tip of his tongue slid along my wet opening and fluttered against my clit. "Oh my God!" I called out, my entire body on the verge of bursting into flames.
"Just me, darlin'," he said with a soft chuckle. "Just me."
I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and smiled while slowly dragging my fingers in and out of his hair. He flicked his tongue against my opening again, then used two fingers to spread my lips. And then he kissed me in the same way that he had my mouth, stroking his tongue against me, shoving it in, pulling it out and swirling it around my all too sensitive nub. Then he rocked his mouth against me in the same way that he had with his cock and my body reacted, spreading my legs even further, allowing him to go even deeper, and he did.
Goddddddddd. I felt him then, all of him, every last damn inch of his tongue. "I'm coming," I told him. "Oh, God, Roman, I'm coming already -- ahhhh."
"Not yet, babe," he growled. "Not fuckin' yet." He pulled away from me again, lowering my leg back down to the floor, and stood up to his feet. I could have killed him for dragging me to the edge only to yank me back so quickly and I probably would've tried if he hadn't recaptured my mouth again and replaced his tongue against my slit with the hard pads of his index, middle and ring fingers. "I need to feel that shit," he told me. "Jesus fuckin' Christ, I need to feel you." He pumped in and out of me in the way I wanted and needed his cock to do the same. Then he walked me back over to the dresser and as I fell back against it this time, I hiked my legs around his waist and tightened my arms around his neck. He used both of his hands to hold me up and as the head of his cock slid against my opening, I cried out for him to push it deep inside me. He wrapped one hand around himself and began pumping until it was hard and ready, then teased me by slowly rubbing the head up and down between my slit and rolling it in a circle against my opening and clit.
"I hate you for this," I told him, breathless, weary, anxious and needy as I squirmed against him again. Tiny bumps rose on my skin as I felt it flaring up from the inside. "Roman, you just don't know how much I hate you for this."
"I know it, babe." He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against my ear, then he muttered. "Believe me, I know that shit all too goddamn well."
When the phone rang again and much louder than it had before, I lowered my legs from around his waist as it had officially broken the mood, thus rejecting any chance I had in achieving the fullness of an explosively delicious orgasm, and dropped my feet back down to the floor. "Damn." Every part of me still ached and felt sore even though he had barely done anything to me. I started to wonder once he finally had, would I even be able to survive it?
Once he pulled away from me, I noticed that his entire face was completely red; his skin was so flushed from his arms all the way down to his hands and thickly muscled thighs that it was now beaming beneath what was no longer water but sweat. His cock was still hard while the tip of it gleamed from my wetness; had he not walked away from me to pick up that phone from the bed, I would've gladly dropped right back down to my knees in front of him again and taken him even harder and much further inside my mouth than I had before.
"Yeah," he finally said after answering. He peeked at me over his shoulder while holding the phone inside his large hand as I moved forward, rolling my tongue around my lips and taking in the entirety of that black and white coiled snake tattooed in the center of his back, and picked up my underwear and skirt. He turned his entire body halfway when he noticed me holding onto them and grabbed my hand, slightly shaking it and forcing me to drop everything back down to the floor. I frowned at him. He narrowed his eyes at me and rattled his head. "Yeah, brother, I got caught up with some shit back here at the house," he replied to what I assumed were questions about why the hell he hadn't yet shown up for church back at the club. "No, everything's good." His eyes remained on my face while he rubbed his thumb in circles against the back of my hand, slowly, as if to cause me arousal once again. "Just some shit that I needed to take care of that's been handled for the time being. Something I plan on getting back to later tonight." I held back a smile and sank my teeth into my bottom lip. He turned to face me completely. "Just let Prez know that I'll be there in a fe
w. Shouldn't take me too long to get ready and finally head out there." I heard the voice on the other end of the line mumbling something and Roman nodded his head. "Alright, yeah." He yanked the phone away from his ear and pushed the off button just before tossing it behind himself back onto the bed.
"I need to put my clothes back on," I told him. "I can't walk around here like this all damn day."
He crinkled his brows and shrugged. "Why the fuck not?" He wrapped his arm around my waist and yanked me to him. "And for the record..." He raised his hand to my face and brushed his thumb back and forth across my chin; then he moved it up beneath my bottom lip and gently tugged it open. "The way you taste..." His eyes lowered to my mouth and he gulped. "You've got me addicted to you like a goddamn drug. I've needed that taste of you since the beginning of all this, babe."
"Since the beginning of all this?" I asked, sounding dumbfounded. He nodded. "Erm, since the beginning of all this?" I tried clarifying. "Or since the beginning of all... this?" I stared down between us.
He chortled. "Since the day I met you, darlin'. Right outside the house near my lake out there, I knew right then and there that you should've been my woman instead of Jeremiah's."
Be his woman.
I wanted to melt.
He said the words with such hardcore conviction and ownership. My insides immediately lit up like the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree and I beamed up at him like the brightest star sitting right at the top of it.
"Really?" I asked him, my voice hopeful as hell that I hadn't misheard him say a single thing to me.
"Yeah," he muttered, nodding his head again to reassure me. It was almost as if he could read what I was thinking word for word and needed me to know just how serious he was about all this; how serious he was about us. "I couldn't stare at you for too long back then, couldn't even touch you because I knew there was no chance in hell of me ever letting you go. My brother's a stupid son of a bitch who never deserved a good woman like you. Never deserved your sweetness and everything perfect that you've ever had to offer up to him or anybody else. And now I can say that everything you ever thought you should've been giving up to him, you can give to me and I'll treasure it all like a motherfuckin' pile of gold." He dragged his thumb from one side of my face to the other and tugged at my bottom lip again. Then he dipped his face forward and I inhaled him.
"I've wanted you," I told him, the words spilling out of my mouth before my brain even had a chance to get them in a decent order of some kind. "Ever since that day, I've wanted you every moment of every hour of every second of every day, Roman Starvaski. I thought you hated me but I was so young and naive then that I didn't care. I just wanted to see you, to be near you, talk to you, get to know you as a man... I wanted to see you in ways that I never saw your brother, ways that I never even imagined that he or any other man I knew could ever be. Telling me this now, it makes so much sense but I hate knowing after all these years that we just wasted so much damn time in not being together."
"We don't have to waste that shit anymore," he said. "Everything that happened might not have been the way you wanted it, including last night, but it all happened for the reasons it was supposed to. We've wanted each other for so goddamn long and now you're my wife." He grinned, and that dimple in his cheek outright drove me insane. "I wanna keep you forever. Take care of you the way you deserve. Make love to you in the way you've always needed but never had. I wanna give you the full life you've always dreamed of having. It might not come in the prettiest of packages, but I'll make damn sure that it comes inside the package that's perfect enough for you, babe."
"You're what's perfect enough for me," I told him. "Even though all of this is crazy and I'm crazy as hell for wanting it."
"You might be." He snickered. "Just the same as me."
"Maybe," I replied. "But I do. I want this and I want you so badly and I won't apologize for that anymore."
He dragged me to his chest, forcing my bare breast to push against him. His thick, hard penis slid between my thighs again and as I rolled my sex along the shaft of it, he pulled me into yet another deep kiss. This time, he kept one arm around my waist while wrapping the other just below my bottom to continue holding me up against him, because I nearly fell over as soon as I felt his tongue again. "I wanna taste you again tonight," he said between my lips, just before pulling away. "After church, I'll need to stick around the club for a bit for the other brothers, but I won't be longer than I need to be. Especially when I've got much more important shit to take care of around here."
I shoved myself against him even harder than before, drunk on the everything that was this man, and draped my arms across his neck. "I want to take a shower while you're gone."
"No fuckin' way," he said, wagging his head like a wild dog.
I looked into those cool grey eyes of his with question and knit my brows. "What?"
"You don't get to do all that without me being here to watch and take some part it in."
"You showered alone," I replied with a small laugh.
"That's different," he shot back.
"How?"
"It's before you came in here and let me taste you." He grinned. "Had we done all this shit beforehand, I'd be missing the entirety of church just to stick around here, risk losing my patches and having my Prez and VP kick my ass for it. Speaking of which..." He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and crushed his mouth to mine again. Once again, I could hardly breathe as his tongue performed a whirlwind of insatiable destruction against and around my own. "I should start getting dressed and heading out there." I exhaled after breaking away from him and bobbed my head. My lips felt swollen and sore from his tugs, nibbles and full on bites but I couldn't help in still wanting more of his pain; mixed with as much pleasure as he gave me, it had quickly become my favorite drug of choice in the same way that I was for him.
"I'll cook something up for you while you're gone," I told him. "It won't be much considering there isn't a lot to work with in the kitchen, but--"
"I'll eat anything you put on a plate in front of me, darlin'. Even if that includes..." His eyes fell between my legs. I threw a hand into his chest to playfully shove him back. He kissed me one last time, but I jerked my head back and reached down for my clothes before he could fog up my brain again. Then I scurried from his room and closed the door behind me.
I dropped back against it and pulled up my bra and tank over my breast to cover myself, along with my skirt, though I left off the panties, and allowed myself to think. In less than twenty-four hours, I had gone from the girlfriend of one man to the wife of his brother. And in even less time than that, I had debated my morality, placed it alongside his and told myself that as much as I wanted him, there was no way in hell that it could ever work out or become real between us. He was a criminal, possibly a murderer given all that his club had ever been known for (the 1% wasn't just a patch given to the members for show and tell to other clubs) and no matter what he wanted to say about bringing me here instead of taking me home where I thought I belonged first, he was basically a kidnapper. A kidnapper whose hands made my body warm, whose tongue set my mouth on fire; whose eyes made me melt and whose dick made me damn near come just from the very sight of it.
I was officially the wife of an ASS KICKER in the WILD REAPERS MC. And I'll be damned if in that moment of realization, a small part of myself didn't suddenly start to enjoy the absolute hell out of what it now meant for me in being one.
Chapter Five
Roman
I pulled up into the parking lot in a spot just outside the front of the club about an hour and a half later than I was supposed to be there for church. No doubt Riggs, my club president, along with Tracker, his VP, would be lined up and ready to kick my ass for holding shit up and keeping the rest of the brothers waiting for longer than necessary, which they hated on days like this when fresh pussy would be making its way here later this afternoon once we were finished with our usual business.
But
if I had to do the shit all over again and be even later than I was right now, I would without question. Finally having that sweet taste of Colette after all these years, knowing just how her lips moved against mine when we kissed, how her hips moved against my mouth and cock as it pressed against her wet slit and teased the absolute hell out of her clit; how her fingers felt tugging at my hair and digging into my back as I devoured that sweet, soft cunt and made her come apart at the seams with every stroke of my tongue against her opening, was just what I needed to get myself up and recharged like an old car battery finally getting that well-deserved tune up after years of sitting dormant inside a broken down garage.
And her hands. Goddamn, those hands wrapped around my cock as it went hard... I was sure as shit that I was going to come before she even positioned herself right in front of me just like the woman of my dreams and took me right into her mouth without hesitation. I wasn't even sure who the hell wanted it more by that point, me or her. But I was damn sure that even as she swallowed my come and I went soft against her tongue and between her cheeks that I didn't want her to stop. Another tug at my balls and I would've been ready for her to suck me off a second or even third time right after. Just thinking back on it made me hard all over again. Had I not been out in front of the club, I would've shoved my hand down inside my pants within seconds and whacked right off to the memory of her and what we had done.
"Yo, motherfucker!" As soon as I heard that familiar voice calling out to me from the door leading inside the club, I rattled my head and quickly shut off the engine to my bike. Our Road Captain, Atom, was standing there with his arms folded over his giant round belly that hung over his pants. It had gradually blown up over the last ten or fifteen years thanks to his guzzling back one case after another of beers and eating more shit that a man of his age and growing health issues didn't need to even look at, let alone swallow whole like a goddamn garbage disposal without the blades to help break it all down.