by Max Henry
He’s already done it. Sweet, baby Jesus. The heat radiates off his body as I blindly feel my way toward the shadow that stands before me. My palms hit flesh, and I still, the sensation sending my desire into overload.
He might not have wooed me I the most traditional of ways. Hell, he might not have been the sweetest at the start in the slightest. But damn it all if he hasn’t won me over the best way—by romancing my heart and mind first.
I’ve fallen for the man he is inside before letting this incredible exterior win me over.
I’m in love with who he is as a person: kind, compassionate, and loyal to a fault.
The rest of this? It’s an added bonus. I think I’d feel the same way about him no matter how he looked. Still …
“You okay, fairy?”
I lean forward, resting my forehead against his hard chest. “Yeah.” My gut is doing backflips, my clit aching to be rubbed, but there’s no way in hell I want to rush this. I want to savor every last drop of him, make the most of what I’m given in case I don’t get any more.
He gently coaxes my head back and grazes his lips over mine once, twice. “Last chance to back out, babe.”
“No way,” I whisper. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good”—I squeal as he abruptly shifts and picks me up—“because I have plans for you.” My back hits the mattress, my heart racing from the free fall through the dark. “First”—the bed dips under his weight—“I’m going to trace my way down your body from your throat to your pussy.” His knee knocks between my legs, widening them. “And then …” A low, seductive chuckle echoes around me, sending goose bumps rippling over my flesh. “Yeah. You’ll find out.”
I don’t know if I can last. Just listening to him map me out like a delicacy waiting to be devoured … holy hell.
I wriggle out of my cut-offs, Hooch lifting his knee to let me get them down to my ankles where I kick them free of my feet. The distinct clang of a belt buckle is quickly followed by the bed rocking as he shifts around to strip the last of his clothes off.
I don’t know if he’s completely naked or if he still has his boxers on. I’m almost too scared to find out.
He repositions himself over top of me, blocking out what little light there was creeping in from the hallway. I’m encased in darkness again, shrouded by his size, and I couldn’t feel safer.
“Take them off.” His finger snaps the waistband of my panties.
I shiver at the directive, and hurriedly remove my underwear.
“Now roll over.”
Huh? A bit of a let down, but okay. I spin onto my stomach and wait for his next instruction.
There isn’t one.
A firm hand slips beneath my stomach, and with a harsh jerk, he lifts my abdomen in the air effectively putting my ass on display. His warmth envelops me as he lays his body over top of mine, holding himself up with one hand beside my arm as he leans down and kisses a hot trail from the nape of my neck, down my spine, to the top of my butt.
I moan shamelessly as he licks a line straight back to where he started. If you’d asked me if being licked was high on my must do’s before, I would have laughed in your face. But … I feel incredible knowing I’m that appealing to him.
“Any hard limits I should know about?” he whispers in my ear.
“Nuh-uh.” I’m open to anything, all of it, if it means having him inside me, on me, around me.
I want it all.
He brings his free hand to my right breast, cupping it in his massive palm as he repeats the first action, kissing his way back down to my butt. Only this time he doesn’t stop. He nips each cheek with his teeth, his fingers rolling my nipple deftly as he does, and continues over the swell of my backside.
I gasp as he rears up and, with both hands, roughly spreads my legs apart. My core clenches, the anticipation of what’s to follow too intense. Thick fingers massage my folds, his other hand stroking my back, bottom to top, as he explores between my legs.
I shudder, lost in the sensations, oblivious to the world around us until boots on the hardwood snap me out of my lust filled daze.
“Room’s taken,” Hooch snaps, still rubbing, circling, teasing. “Fuck off.”
I hang my head between my shoulders, mortified, and try to peek underneath us to see who it is. A black outline in the doorway of two people is all I’m afforded.
“Sorry, man.” Dog. I could die.
He at least has the foresight to shut the door as he retreats, something I have to thank him for if this ever comes up in conversation. God, I hope it doesn’t.
I moan into the comforter. “That was so embarrassing.”
Hooch slips two fingers between my folds, running the slick juices the length of my pussy. “You sure about that?” I shudder as he rubs extra hard as he passes over my clit. “Something tells me you liked it.”
No way. Really?
“Got something you want to share with me, fairy?”
I chuckle, lost for words. “Like what?”
His fingers concentrate around my opening and I find myself wishing the conversation would end and he’d just thrust the damn things inside to bring me relief.
“We’ll talk about it later,” he murmurs, leaning down over top of me again so his lips hover next to my ear. “Perhaps while I fuck you good and hard on the bar where everyone can see.”
My muscles clench at the visual, and he chuckles.
“Knew it.”
At least one of us did. Guess you learn something about yourself every day, huh?
Hooch pulls back again, towering over me as he works his fingers closer and closer to slipping inside. My hands clench the bedding, my bottom lip pinched painfully between my teeth to stop me from begging him to do it, to finger fuck me into oblivion.
Something wet drips onto the back of my thigh, and I suck in a sharp breath when I realize what it is. Fuck me. He’s so damn turned on by this that his dick literally weeps. I want to taste it.
I take him by surprise as I turn, repositioning myself on my back with my legs wide, horizontal to where he kneels on the side of the mattress.
“What ya doin’, babe?”
Taking his wrist in my hand, I guide his fingers back to my pussy, and shimmy on the bed until my head rests between his knees. I don’t miss the sharp intake of breath as it dawns on him what I want, and I don’t miss the growl that rumbles deep in his belly when I reach up and take his thick shaft in my hand.
“Jesus, girl.”
“Just get back to work, would you?” I tease.
His cock is thick and hard in my hold, the veins making noticeable ridges against my palm as I pull slowly from base to tip, forcing more sweet precum from the tip.
Hooch groans as my tongue makes contact, his fingers diving inside my center in one harsh thrust. I moan in response, sending vibrations through the tip of his cock as I wrap my lips around him and suck the sweet taste into my mouth. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, making me squirm as I groan around his cock. Pushing up on one elbow, I reposition myself so that I can take him all the way to the back of my throat. It’s uncomfortable, and it makes me gag, but fuck is it worth it when he rumbles his satisfaction as my throat muscles close on the head of his cock.
I work his shaft, licking, sucking, and even using my teeth gently to add a lick of pain to the mix. I wouldn’t say I’ve ever been the most confident girl when it comes to feeling sexy, but damn it all if my inhibitions aren’t left at the door with this man.
I feel like a fucking Goddess.
His shaft throbs under my tongue as I squeeze the base in my hand. He reaches down, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me off him.
“Babe, you keep that up and I’ll be giving you something different to choke on.”
Yeah, it makes me smile. I did that. I turned him on so much that he’s losing control.
He places a hand to my shoulder and gently shoves me onto my back. I relax onto the bed, staring up at this incredible man bef
ore me. The light is almost non-existent with the door now shut, but I don’t need any to know what I’m looking at. Every inch of him is burned in my memory, my mind filling in the blanks created by my lack of sight.
And what I do see? It takes my breath away.
Hooch’s hands slip beneath my thighs, twisting my body so that I’m in line with his. He hitches my legs up his, and then with a swift toss of my body into the air, he readjusts his hold so that both palms lay flat against my back, lifting my hips up to his shoulder height.
I giggle as my head is crushed into the mattress at this awkward angle but my humor is quickly shut down by the incredible sensation of his tongue lathing a long straight line straight between my folds. Oh my God … do that again. I wriggle in his hold, my legs slipping down his arms as I try to inch closer. He chuckles, the sound tickling me deep in my gut, and repeats the action.
The damn room could be on fire around us and I wouldn’t let him leave until he’s finished.
“Jesus, Hooch,” I groan, my eyes shut and my hands lax at my sides.
“Fuckin’ tastes like heaven, fairy.” He pushes harder this time, his nose rubbing deliciously over my clit as he finishes his pass.
I don’t get time to respond before he’s quite literally buried his face in my pussy. I never knew a man’s tongue was capable of such things. He licks me out as though his life depends on it, his hands bruising as he grips me tight to stop me from crumbling into his lap as my strength gives out.
His hand shuffles in from my right, the other helping to adjust me so that I lay on his singular palm like a platter of goodies ripe for the tasting. I grip the bedding, attempting to stop myself from rolling off either side of his palm as he brings his free hand up between my legs and adds his fingers into the assault on my core.
I see stars. Motherfucking stars everywhere.
He growls as I cry out in ecstasy, two fingers pumping in and out of me to milk my climax for everything its worth as he laps up the offering around his hand.
And still, I want more.
My ass hits his thighs hard, and he moves his brutal grip to my hips as he drags my body closer. I moan, already lamenting the loss of his touch as he positions himself at my entrance and nudges inside.
“Hard,” I instruct. “Don’t hold back.”
I need this man to fuck me in two.
He doesn’t disappoint. The points of his hips bruise my inner thighs as he takes me with a throaty groan. “Fuck, Dagne.” He pulls back, circling my clit twice with his thumb before slamming home again, and again.
“You can fuck me harder than that.”
“Don’t fucking push me.”
“Why not?” I challenge, leaning upon my elbows as my body still jolts from the force of his blows.
I catch the twitch of his lips in the pale light before he slaps me on the side of the ass, pulls out, and flips me over. Excitement courses through me in waves, the adrenalin as fresh as if I were standing in line for a roller coaster that promised to scare me half to death.
I wriggle my butt at him as he repositions himself further onto the bed behind me. He slaps it hard, lining himself up with my entrance once more, before filling me balls deep.
One hand wraps around my throat, the other snaking around my mid-section and up to my breast as he pulls my body up flush with his. I’m seated in his lap, on his cock, and God damn if the position doesn’t feel made for me.
My taunts come back to bite me as he pistons his hips upwards, slamming me hard, sending shockwaves through my body that barely have time to dissipate before he hits me with another. I moan under his palm, his grip tightening the harder he strikes. I feel him bottom out on every stroke, and it’s pure heaven.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” I murmur as he grunts with each thrust. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Full of surprises, fairy,” he groans out between thrusts. “Fuckin’ dirty surprises.”
Dirty. Apparently I am.
And apparently he’s the one who knows how to bring these hidden parts of me out.
I’ve never felt more complete, even more so when he growls his release and warms me from the inside out.
***
The distinct hum of people socializing drifts under the door as I open my eyes on the room we stayed in last night after he fucked me six ways from Sunday, twice. I check out the surroundings, everything new in the daylight, feeling strangely sated at the smooth, even sounds of his breathing beside me.
He was a perfect gentleman after we exorcised our need for each other. We lay naked and talked into the small hours. About everything and anything. He told me about his sister Dana, who he lost. As well as his father and what happened to the club on his watch. They fell apart, lost their sense of unity, and with everything that’s happened to these people the last five to ten years, I can totally understand why.
They’ve been threatened, blackmailed, cornered with financial obligations, and had people they love taken too soon.
It’s not an easy life, and I’d be a liar to say that doesn’t still worry me a little.
“What you thinkin’ about?”
I whip my head around on the pillow to look at Hooch, yet his eyes are still closed. The only indicator he’s awake apart from the obvious question, is a small smile on his lips.
Lips that make me feel treasured. Lips that send a current surging through me at the memory of what they did last night.
“Nothing much.”
“Usually means somethin’ when a woman says that.”
I chuckle, scooting down closer to him. “Morning.”
“Mornin’.” He opens his eyes, blinking a couple of times before his smile spreads. “I would kiss you, but I’ve probably got terrible mornin’ breath.”
Probably smells like me, too.
I lift my hand to his forehead and frown. “You look hot, but you feel cold.”
“Detox, baby.”
“How do you handle it so well?” I haven’t had a lot of experience personally with people who are drug addicted, but from what I’ve caught on TV documentaries, or read in articles on the net, they’re usually pretty hard to handle when they choose to quit.
He rubs a palm over his face and yawns. “Necessity. Ain’t got time to be laid out on my back feelin’ sorry about myself. Neither does anyone else.”
“Well, I admire you for it.”
“Don’t.” He pushes up on one elbow, the sheet falling free of his large shoulder. “Don’t make out that my stupid decisions are anything to be praised about. I knew what it would do to me, and it was fuckin’ dumb.”
“I’m not disputing that.” I roll to my back, staring up at the ceiling.
He reaches across and strokes my hair out straight on the pillow. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“No offense taken.”
“So.” His hand lingers a little lower on my collarbone, stroking the exposed ridge. “You ready to get a belly full and head down south with me?”
“Yes and no.”
He frowns, using his free hand to tip my face to his. “Why not?”
“It means I’m serious about this.”
He simply stares in silence. Yet why? I can’t decide if it’s trepidation, wonder, or a bit of both.
“Say something,” I plead. “I feel awkward as shit right now.”
“Does that worry you? Being serious?”
“Does it worry you?” I match his pose, propped up on one elbow.
“Not at all.”
“We haven’t talked about this, not really.” I wave my hand between us. “I mean, what are we?”
“I thought I made that pretty obvious last night?” he says.
I guess he did. But how do I know that he doesn’t do that with just anyone? That what we shared was special to us?
“I guess I’m not sure since we haven’t actually labeled it, is all.”
He leans forward, placing a close-mouthed kiss to my lips. “We’re t
wo people who feel a strong connection explorin’ where it takes them.”
I nod, acknowledging that part at least. “But is it exclusive? Are we an item?”
“Did you think we would be anything other?” His frown shows his confusion at my questions.
“I wasn’t sure, Hooch. That’s why I asked.” I flop onto the mattress again and roll away.
He reaches out, his hand resting lightly on my side. “What’s the real question, Dagne?”
Damn him. Why does he have to be so good at reading me? “What are you normally like?”
“You know that.” He scoots closer, enveloping my body in warmth.
“Not, like all the time. I mean … with girls.”
He chuckles, his breath hot against the back of my neck where he’s stroked the hair away. “First of all, they ain’t girls, they’re women.”
I smile, even though I’m still annoyed at him for calling me out on my insecurity.
“Second, what does it matter?”
“I want to know if you’re being real with me.” I roll in his hold, staring up at such a ridiculously handsome beast. “I want to know if this will last. If you’re not being yourself, if you’re not comfortable with this, then what chance do we stand?”
“What makes you think I’m treatin’ you special?”
I shrug. “I don’t. That’s just it.”
He sighs, running his fingers down the side of my face. I lean into his touch without intending to.
“It’s no secret that I like to fuck hard. But what I had with you last night?” He sighs, seemingly searching for the right words. “It was more. There was a connection. I had a genuine need to make you feel as good as I damn well could. I’ve never given a shit like that before. Trust me when I say the intensity I feel with you is the most real I’ve ever been.”
It shouldn’t move me to tears, that confession, but damn it all if I don’t smile to stop from blubbering instead. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“Now.” He rolls to his back, dragging me with him so I lie on top. “Eat first, play later? Or play now, eat later?”