by Ily Jacks
I work every last drop into Adam before slowly easing my cock from his asshole. I watch his muscles tighten where they opened for me. When my gaze lifts to meet his, Adam’s lips smash into mine. His neediness is a reminder of his age and how much he’s given me in such a short period of time.
“Let me clean you in the shower,” I murmur against his kissing lips.
Adam lets me take his hand and guide him up from the bed. Inside my bathroom, I turn on the hot water. Adam reaches for me when I begin to leave the room.
“I’ll be right back,” I promise.
I leave the bathroom long enough to yank off the wet comforter and replace it with a clean one. Returning to the bathroom, I take Adam’s hand again, and we step into the large shower.
The warm water rains down on us from two showerheads. The steam does nothing to hide Adam’s big, waiting eyes. I wrap my arms around him and rest his head on my chest.
How many men used Adam’s body over the years and then walked away without ever knowing what they rejected? I can’t imagine him not being immediately addictive. Those men were fools, but their stupidity is my gain.
We remain in the shower long after our skin begins to pucker. I take turns kissing him and washing away the remnants of our fuck. Adam stands limply in the middle of the shower while I care for him. He tries more than once to reach for my cock.
“I’m back in control now,” I demand in a quiet voice. “Remain still.”
Once he’s clean, I lean against the tiled wall and hold him against me. One hand caresses his hair while my other strokes his cock.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say between kisses. “You’re like no one I’ve ever known.”
Adam struggles not to cry. With my cock shoved inside his ass, he remained in control. Fucking is what Adam knows. Love is something he’s still learning.
I suck gently on his tongue with the same rhythm my hand strokes his cock. When I feel him close to coming, I let go of his lips and tilt him back just enough to gain access to his throat. Sucking deeply, I mark him as mine. My hand strokes him faster, tugging at his beautiful erection until hot cum mixes with the water.
“So beautiful,” I whisper in his ear as I draw waves of pleasure from his body. “And all mine.”
Relaxed now, Adam watches me while wearing a loving smile. I turn off the water and wrap him in a towel before we step out. Soon, I’ve dried his puckered flesh before giving my body a quick pat down.
We move back to the bed where no one but me has ever slept. Tonight, I hold Adam against my body. We eventually watch TV and even get up later for a snack. Throughout it all, I keep Adam close so he’ll never forget how he owns my heart and I demand his too.
10
♂◈ Adam ◈♂
Declan wasn’t kidding about hogging the bed, but I only have to poke his chest to get him to roll over to his side. He barely uses any blankets, meaning I have the comforter to myself along with a great view of his ass as soon as the sun rises.
In the dark, though, I wake up often uncertain about where I am and whose body is next to mine. Each time, I remain very still and let my brain recall the events of the night before. Declan’s scent reminds me of his presence, and my rapidly beating heart slows until I return to sleep.
He wakes before I do, and I find the bed empty when my internal clock forces open my eyes. Sitting up, I rest against the dark wood headboard. My body feels great, and I find a smile on my face when I think about last night.
Declan never struck me as a cuddler, but my man didn’t want to let me go for hours after we left the shower. His clinginess was exactly what I needed. Why had I felt so vulnerable afterward?
I walk naked from Declan’s bedroom to mine where I get dressed. Replaying every moment from last night, I can still feel him inside me when I clench my ass muscles. They burn approvingly at the invasion of his hard cock.
“Shit,” I mutter, realizing I’m making myself hard. I try to ignore my erection as I drink a cup of coffee and eat cinnamon donut holes Declan brought home from work the day before. I even ask Abbott if she wants to take a walk, but she ignores me since no doubt Declan already wore her out earlier.
Despite having no shift today, I’m about to head down to the restaurant until I hear Declan coming up the metal stairs. I think of the hard body hidden under his warm jacket, and my erection only thickens.
Stepping back from the door, I smile when he enters. Declan gives me the once-over and notices the woody I’m sporting in my sweats.
“You were coming downstairs with that?”
“I hoped the cold would kill it.”
Declan cocks an eyebrow. “Or maybe you hoped I would fuck you right there in the kitchen with an audience watching.”
I can’t tell if he’s angry. With his furrowed brow and tight lips, he looks pissed. I don’t know what he sees on my face because he smiles and wraps a hand around the back of my neck.
His kiss makes clear he’s a happy fucking man. Sucking at my tongue, he reaches down to stroke my cock.
“How are you feeling today?” he asks before nuzzling his lips against my five o’clock shadow.
“Well fucked,” I moan when his lips suck at my throat. “How do you feel?”
“Like I need to suck a hard cock or I’ll go mad.”
Smiling at his words, I break free of his grip even if my cock wants to remain right where it is.
“Catch me if you can,” I taunt and make a run for the bedroom.
Ten minutes later, I feel like a fucking king riding Declan’s cock. He rests on his back, smiling up at me while his fingers casually stroke my balls. One of his hands reaches up to tease my nipples still damp from his earlier sucking. I lean forward so I can pinch his nipples. Immediately his hips buck up, driving more cock into me.
“Crap, this feels so good,” I moan, moving slower as I sense he’s edging toward an orgasm. “Don’t come yet. Let me feel this just a bit longer, please.”
“I’ll do my best,” he says and cups my balls possessively.
I know he wants to suck them. The night before, he’d claimed them with his tongue, and now he can’t get enough.
“If you don’t want me to come, stop messing with my nipples,” he groans, and I see his balls tighten.
“I can’t help it. I love when you fuck up into me,” I taunt while roughly rolling his nipples with my fingers.
“Fuck!”
Declan lets out the most amazing roar as he comes into my ass. He sounds both joyful and enraged. I love the sound of my man losing his fucking mind.
After milking every drop out of him, I release his nipples. Declan instantly sits up enough to shove me off him and onto my back.
Pinning me to the bed, he covers my mouth with his and sucks at my tongue. I can’t breathe which makes my dick crazy hard. His passion leaves me feeling gorgeous, and I never want him to ever stop demanding what he needs from me.
He holds my wrists down with one of his strong hands and reaches down to stroke my cock with his other. I groan like a bitch when his teeth tug at my nipple. Struggling to make him stop, I can’t break free of his grip. I can only moan and wait for him to take me past this controlled pain to the blinding pleasure.
Declan’s knee presses against my balls and asshole, trapping me for his demanding hands and mouth. I whimper his name after each powerful stroke of my cock. From base to head, his rough hand moves until I’m squirting hot cum all over his stomach and mine.
Now I’m the one howling with pleasure. Looking up at me, Declan wears a grin even as his teeth tug at my sensitive nipple.
Soon, he slows his strokes and replaces his bites with tender sucking. I relax from the painful orgasm and enjoy the view of my bearded sex god soothing what he ravaged.
“Next time I ask to suck you off, don’t tell me no,” he says, letting go of my wrist and cock.
Nodding, I watch him lick cum from his fingers. It’s a beautiful sight, and I smile something fierce knowing how muc
h he enjoys the taste of me.
We move to the shower where we watch each other wash off. I can’t take my eyes off him, and Declan’s gaze refuses to see anything beyond me. I know we’ll end up back in bed as soon as we leave the shower. No way he doesn’t want me to suck on the massive erection he’s soon sporting.
♂◈ Declan ◈♂
Still naked, Adam and I rest on our backs in bed. My body hums with the afterglow of great sex. Nothing should feel this good. It’s addictive, so much so that I worry I’ll never leave this bed again.
Adam’s soft fingers lace my rougher ones. He stares at the ceiling while wearing a relaxed smile. I try not to think of him riding my cock an hour ago, but my thoughts return to the sight of his body working mine into a frenzy. I order my cock to stay limp. We need a break, and I really should get back to work. Instead, my dick thickens just enough for me to glance at his with the hope that we can get each other off.
Resting against his thigh, his cock remains well satisfied. My gaze rises to his pink nipples and the hickey-covered white skin on his chest. Smiling at my handiwork, I exhale softly.
“My club has an autumn event each year. There’s a potluck, and everyone’s families attend. This year, I’m taking you.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” he asks, and his hand tenses in mine.
“No, but you’re mine, and I won’t hide that fact. Not to Shiv or the club. Not to anyone.”
“What if they get mad?”
“Fuck them. I’ve been there for them whenever they needed something. Gave guys money, helped them move, bailed them out of jail, hid shit from their wives. I did right by them, so they need to do right by me. If not, they can fuck off.”
Adam rolls to his side and rests his hand on my arm. “I don’t want you to lose them because of me.”
“I don’t want that either, but they either accept us or not. I’m not begging for their approval, and I won’t fake anything.”
His lips brush against my shoulder. “Won’t you resent me if you lose them because of me?”
“No, I’ll resent them.”
Staring at me with those gorgeous eyes, he’s worried. I’m not beyond worrying too, but there’s no hiding Adam any longer. None of the guys would hide the women they loved, so why the fuck should I hide Adam?
“Okay,” he says, sounding edgy.
“Coming always felt good,” I whisper as my hand strokes my erection. “No matter if it was from my hand or fucking a woman or getting sucked off. In the end, the orgasm always felt good. I thought I could get by without having what I wanted until I met you. Now I know the orgasm is just a tiny part of great sex. Watching your face when you come is sexy as hell. That’s not something my hand or a woman can provide. Feeling you in my arms arouses me more than I thought possible. You’re not replaceable, Adam. If you outgrow me, I can’t find another you. I wouldn’t want to. You’re it for me.”
Adam’s eyes light up. “You’re all I’ve wanted since we met.”
“I know, and it killed me to wait for you to find your footing here. I want you to want more than me, even if wanting more will lead you to leave me.”
“I never will.”
“I hope that’s true, but I need you to be happy, and I’ll give you anything to make that happen.”
Adam lifts himself up so our lips can meet. I sigh at the taste of him in my mouth. I could suck on his tongue all day, but I feel his erection now poking my leg. This is what Adam needs when he’s scared. Fucking is his crutch, and my affections soothe the unease he feels after a lifetime of disappointment.
“Rest,” I say, pressing him back on his side. I switch around in the bed, so my cock rests near his lips while his does the same for me. “I think I deserve a day off. The new cook is doing fine, and I need to be here.”
Adam takes my cock into his mouth and sucks steadily, milking my pre-cum into his throat. I stroke his cock and kiss each of his balls. Adam spreads his leg farther back, giving me more room to explore. I use my other hand to tease his asshole, and he rewards me with an approving moan. I don’t know which one of us will blow our wads first, but I’m in no hurry. Today is the first day of the rest of our lives together. No one—and I mean no one—will keep us apart.
11
♂◈ Adam ◈♂
I feel sick on the morning of the club’s autumn event. My stomach cramps painfully from the second I wake up to when I sit dressed on the bed waiting for Declan. He appears from the bathroom, smelling delicious and safe.
“Can’t we stay here?” I ask and walk to him. “I’d rather mess around in bed than deal with drama. Wouldn’t you?”
Declan shakes his head. “You look too fucking beautiful to hide,” he says before running his fingers over the collar of my blue, button-up shirt. “This color brings out your eyes.”
“I don’t feel well. I might be coming down with something.”
“You’re fine. Now stop whining and think about how relaxed you’ll be after we get home.”
“I’m not whining,” I grumble.
“Yes, you are.”
“I don’t want to go.”
“I don’t want to go either, but I’ve put this shit off for too long.”
“Then you go.”
“Nope, I want to show you off.”
“What about what I want?”
Declan runs both hands through my hair and gently scratches my scalp. “You don’t have to go, but it’ll only put off what needs to happen. If I don’t show you off, I won’t know if my club will accept us. If I don’t know where I stand with them, I can’t plan my future with you.”
“What will be different if they don’t accept us?”
“I’ll need to buy out the club’s investment in the restaurant,” Declan says and then frowns. “Huh, I guess that’s it really. I mean they’ll be out of my life, so there’s that.”
“Will they just let you out of the club?”
Declan scratches at his beard while his other hand remains wrapped around the back of my neck.
“Normally, there’d be a violent repercussion to anyone walking away from the club. I don’t see that happening with me, though. The guys are too old, and their old ladies wouldn’t be happy with knowing Eric and Emma lost their dad. Yeah, the club’s gotten sentimental in the last ten years.”
I study his face, hoping to find reassurance in his casual demeanor. If he isn’t worried, I figure I shouldn’t be either.
“Promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll still love me.”
“No,” he says and leaves the room. Standing horrified by his response, I hear him call out, “You should know my love doesn’t depend on what a bunch of fat, old bikers think.”
Rolling my eyes, I follow after him. “Those fat, old bikers are your friends.”
Declan smiles at me. “Yeah, they are, but today we’ll see just how good of friends they are.”
“And after we leave there, what happens?”
Cupping my cheek, he shoves his keys into his pocket. “We’ll come back here and fuck until you calm the hell down.”
Smiling, I exhale. “Okay then.”
Declan kisses me tenderly, soothing me in the way his words can’t. No matter how much he says he loves me and I’m his future, I can’t imagine winning a competition with anyone. Today, I need to keep my cool and let Declan prove what he keeps promising.
His first promise is to let me drive the Harley while he rides bitch. I climb on behind him and try to find a happy thought in my head. My mind flashes to the feel of Declan’s beard on my inner thighs when he teases my balls and asshole. The man they call Machine can be so incredibly tender and playful when alone with me. That’s the Declan I love, and he’s the one who will keep his word to choose me over anyone else.
♂◈ Declan ◈♂
Every year, the autumn festival grows in numbers as members’ kids have their own kids who in some cases have kids too. My first time here was before I got patched into the cl
ub. Shiv wanted to introduce me to everyone and see how I fit in. I spent most of the three-hour party in the corner, avoiding conversations. Despite being an anti-social dick, I made a good enough impression to get patched in six months later.
These days, my kids have little interest in following my footsteps. Hell, they don’t even want to attend these functions.
“Dad, I’m too old for jump-houses,” Emma balked when I told her she was attending this year.
“Well, duh. You can stand in the corner and bitch about the old people. You know, like the rest of the bitchy teenagers.”
This got a smile out of her, and she agreed to come along with her mom and Eric. Arriving on my Harley, I spot Maura’s minivan parked back in a corner. No doubt my ex and kids are filling up on chili and deviled eggs. Soon, they’ll make the rounds of saying hello to everyone before quietly scooting out a back door. Maura pulls the same routine every year.
As a club member, I can’t sneak around, not that I plan to this year anyway. In fact, my goal is to make as big an entry as possible.
Standing next to me as we look at the packed parking lot, Adam is as scared as a kid. I take his hand and squeeze possessively. He gives me a quick glance and then stares at the VFW hall.
“Stay away from the potato salads,” I say, pulling him along. “I don’t want you puking later.”
“Gotcha.”
“If a fight breaks out, don’t try to help me. Just stick close to the women and children to avoid getting hit.”
“Wait, what?”
“You have many skills,” I say and stop walking long enough to smile down at him, “but fighting isn’t one of them. Don’t get hit if you can help it. Your two goals should be not to get hit or end up puking. Otherwise, don’t worry.”
Adam’s pouty expression tempts me to kiss him, but I catch sight of Shiv and a few other guys. They stand with their backs to the kids I’d guess they’re supposed to be watching. I call out to Shiv who smiles when he sees me before switching to a frown when his gaze finds Adam. By the time he notices I’m holding my man’s hand, I suspect my club president is on his way to a coronary.