Inflamed: A Shadow Riders MC

by Kiki Leach

  I took his cock in both hands and licked every side of it as if I would've a Popsicle before sliding my lips around it and bobbing it in and out of my mouth.

  He groaned and jerked his body forward. "Fuck." The harder I licked, the more I sucked, the bigger he seemed to grow in size against my cheeks. "Fuck, darlin'. Fuck." I looked up into his eyes as he stared down into mine and felt that moment of intimacy between us. It's what I wanted, it's what he needed and we had both found satisfaction with each other from it. "Jesus, baby, you're gonna take all of me before I can even give you what you need. I can't fuckin' come inside you like this."

  I pulled away from him and he wiped my mouth, then reached down for my shorts and panties again and tossed them across the room.

  With his eyes between my legs and the hunger in them intensifying, I felt as if he could've eaten me alive right then and there, and I would've been absolutely fine with him taking every lick, nibble and full on bite.

  "I need that sweet as fuck pussy on my cock, darlin'," he told me. "Shit's been swollen for too fuckin' long and the only relief it's gonna get is from bein' right inside of you."

  Right inside of me.

  "Okay."

  He scooped me up from the bed and without his even asking me to do it, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kept his eyes on me the entire time as he spun us both around and landed on the mattress with me on top of him.

  "Never in my goddamn life needed a sweet fuckin' pussy so goddamn much."

  "It's yours," I told him. "It's all yours. Just own it. Own every part of me, River, just own it – own me."

  He leaned in and swept his tongue across my lips, making me feel even dizzier, even more lightheaded than I had already. “Own. Me. Babe. You fuckin’ own me.”

  And then without another word from either of us, he lifted me up and over his cock, and in one swift move, he was inside me. So fucking deep inside of me.

  And I felt him.

  Oh.

  God.

  I finally felt all of him.

  It was just as he wanted, just as I wanted; every single inch of him, every ounce of thickness swelled up inside and filled me until there was absolutely nothing left of himself to give.

  "Oh God." Our bodies came together, crashed like waves of water swept up by a thunderous gale; my head swung back, my hair flew over my shoulders, and my eyes flew right up to the ceiling as every explosion he sent coursing throughout my entire body shot straight down to the tips of my fingers. "Oh, my God." It was like my body wasn’t even my own anymore as he moved against me, clawed at me, craved for me; I realized in that moment more than any other before it that my body belonged to him just as much as his belonged to me. “Oh... my God.” He pumped into me soft and slow to find the perfect rhythm for us, and once he did, he moved faster, and harder, and stronger to the point that I couldn't help but scream out again. "Oh my God!" My breasts bounced heavily against him and I felt his body shift as his teeth grazed against my nipples and the skin surrounding them. "Oh my God."

  "Shh, baby," he said. "God ain’t here, it's just you and me." He moved his head beneath my chin and opened his mouth to suck my skin. I dug my nails into his soft, beautifully sculpted back before shoving them up into his thick head of hair, and the harder I pushed myself against him -- my body, my pussy, every single inch of me that I could move -- the harder he sucked, the louder he moaned, the harsher he grunted. "Unh! Shit, baby... fuck." He shoved himself even harder inside of me, even deeper, even stronger, even faster, and dropped his hands down to my waist, grinding me against him, forcibly moving my body back and forth to his liking to satisfy every hungry and desirable need of his cock, and I let him. I just let him because it felt too damn good to make him stop; not just for him, not even for me, but for us. What was happening wasn't just happening to one of us individually, it was happening to us both simultaneously. And my God, my God was it so. damn. good. "Shit." He sank his teeth into my throat so hard he left a mark of each one, and I squeezed my pelvis tight in reaction, thus squeezing his cock, allowing him to come inside me. "Fuckin' shit, baby, goddamn." He moved his hands around to my ass and then up my back and into my hair. He wrapped his hand around a portion of it and gruffly yanked my head back. "Jesus Christ,” he said, his tone so achingly thick and harsh that I moaned. “I'm gonna make you fuckin' come."

  "River," I said, my voice light, breathless as I tried recapturing some semblance of thought in the midst of absolutely, mind blowing, sensational satisfaction. "River, all I ever have to do is look at you and my entire body feels as if it's on the verge of collapse..."

  "Yeah, baby," he grunted against my skin while digging his fingers into me. "I feel that shit every time I fuckin' look into those goddamn beautiful as fuck grey eyes or that beautiful as fuck... shit, that goddamn, beautiful as fuck face. I feel it every time you look right back at me like I'm the only motherfucker alive for you."

  "You are," I told him. "You are. I've never even...ahhhhhhhhh," I shrieked as he used every bit of his desire and strength to finally reach my G spot. My hands slid across his wet skin and he moaned. "I've never even needed you inside of me to feel that, to feel it.... Oh God.... But I've wanted to feel it from you so badly since the first moment I saw you again."

  "Darlin', I've wanted it long before then. Every goddamn thing you've had to offer, I've always wanted it to be mine, needed it to be fuckin' mine and now it is. Now it fuckin' is and what you've got, what you've given me, what you're givin' me right now will never belong to another motherfucker again. Shit's mine and I'm fuckin' takin' it for all its goddamn worth, and babe, it's worth a whole goddamn motherfuckin' lot. Always has been to me, always fuckin' will be."

  "Oh God, River."

  How the hell could he be so terribly crass and wonderfully, beautifully and so damn erotically romantic all at the same time? It was an accomplishment I didn't think anyone else could ever achieve.

  I tilted my head forward and he brushed the strands of hair from my face, though it wasn't easy considering my skin was covered in sweat, both mine and his.

  When I looked into his steel blue eyes, the whites of them were red like before, and glassy; his lids were hovered over them as if he was fully and completely intoxicated, filled to the rim with brown liquor, but I knew that he wasn't drunk. It was all due to me, and us, and this... this moment between us, this moment where we finally came together as a unit, not just with our bodies, but with our hearts, our souls and minds. This wasn't just sex, it wasn't just 'fuckin' it was actual love making between two people who had fallen so deeply and madly and crazily in love with each other that my life without him, his life without me would be the epitome of devastation.

  "Baby," he finally said, his voice so rough and raspy, so gruff and deep as it burned against the skin between my breasts. His tongue traced back and forth between them as he wrapped his hand around one and his lips around the other. I whimpered when I felt his teeth again and he held me tighter, kept me closer, stroked me longer. As sweat continued to pour from my body and onto his, tears streamed my face; and as they rolled down my neck, to my chest and landed on top of his lips, he licked them away and trailed kisses up to the center of my throat. "I hope those are happy tears," he said. "Last motherfuckin' thing I ever wanna do in this entire goddamn world is make you cry while I'm this fuckin' deep inside all this sweetness, unless that shit means you're happy as fuck and need me to go even deeper."

  "You can always go deeper, River. So deep that, I..."

  He jerked his body forward to show me just how far and deep he could go, and I yelped.

  “That deep enough for you, babe?”

  “I don’t think it ever could be,” I said. “But River? I'm happy," I told him as he continued pumping into me, forcing himself to go even deeper, even harder, even faster, even stronger despite euphoria overtaking even the smallest pieces of our minds. And then I came. I don't even know how many times it was, but it wasn't enough, he could never give me enough. "God,
I've never been happy like this with anyone in my entire life, ever."

  "I wanna make all your goddamn dreams come true, Mia Marie Sullivan. Every goddamn fuckin' one of 'em--"

  "You already have, Jacob."

  "Shit, baby, I ain't even come close," he said. And before I knew what was happening, he was moving me off of him and placing me down on the bed, flat on my back and maneuvering his body between my legs.

  He covered my body with his and in a single motion, grabbed onto his cock and slid himself back inside me. I felt him in there, I felt him release, but it didn't matter because we still weren't finished. I didn't think we'd ever be and I didn't care if we ever would.

  I let out a small cry of satisfaction as his fingers massaged my sex and moved up to my stomach. He released a soft moan and moved his hand along my waist, and up to my breast; he drew his fingers around my nipple, then slid them up to my throat and gently wrapped his fingers around it. He dug them into me again and as I looked up into his eyes, I saw the release of his pain, of his anger and rage and hunger and thirst. I saw love and hate and rich, rich, thoughtful desire mixed in with lust and hell of a whole lot of fear. I saw everything I never had before, things he never allowed me to see; things I wished I hadn't, but things I knew I needed to. I saw him. For the first time since looking into his eyes again after so many years, I saw this man clearly, and not just because he was naked and inside of me, not just because what he was giving me was bound to last until the end of time, but because he was allowing himself to be vulnerable, and he was allowing that to be shared with me; it was a gift that no other woman would ever have. One I would cherish for the rest of my life, just as much as this moment.

  "You're my entire goddamn world," he said, swerving his hips, making sure I continued to feel nothing and no one else but him inside me. That wouldn't be a problem ever again. "Every fuckin' thing I ever imagined but never thought existed in a world like this, a world like mine, came true the moment you came back to me." He moved his fingers beneath my jaw and gently bent my head back, and brought his face down to mine. Even in partial lightheadedness, I could feel him. And my God, was it one of the best and most preciously intimate things in the entire world. "You've got my entire goddamn heart wrapped up inside your perfect hands for the rest of my life," he told me. "Yours too." He smirked. "You fuckin' own me just as much as I own you, baby. You think you can handle that shit?"

  I smiled up at him and gradually lifted the lower half of my body from the bed. God, I was ready for anything with him -- ready to handle anything with him, just as long as I was with. him.

  I wrapped one leg around his, forcing him to sink himself deeper inside me until he couldn't go any further, and that's when he hit it, that's when I felt it, when we reached the height of intimacy -- pure and existential ecstasy; my toes curled, my skin was so hot that it felt like the blood in my veins was actually boiling inside me and against him; pleasure and pain was locked in tight between us and neither one of us seemed to know which one was more intense, which was better, which was worse, which was stronger or even more intimate; but we didn't seem to care all that much either, because it felt too good, too unbelievably good to even stop and wonder why we didn't.

  "Baby," he whispered, rocking, stroking himself in and out of me. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt yet another orgasm taking over and I draped my hands across his back and slid them down to his ass. He growled as I squeezed him and hovered his mouth over mine. "Shit, baby. Fuck." He slid his tongue inside my mouth and glided it back and forth between the inside of my lips, and without even kissing me, slipped it past my teeth and stroked it against my own tongue again.

  It was the most intimate feeling in the entire world.

  I grinded myself against him and opened my eyes to his face. His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, his nostrils flared and his jaw was locked up tight; he was hard, he was soft, his breath quickened, then relaxed and spread across my skin, creating goosebumps all the way down to the tips of my fingers and toes. I rolled my tongue between my lips and brought a hand back up to move my fingers across his features, around his eyes, down his nose and to his lips. His eyes opened and as he stared down at me, all I could see this time was... love. This man loved me, completely, fully, honestly, obsessively, ridiculously, crazily… he loved me. It should've scared the absolute shit out of me to finally have it all, to feel just like this, to finally have him; it should've made me run. But all I wanted, all I needed was more of it, more of him, more of this, more of us. I needed it, I craved for it. I desired it even more than his desire to keep me safe.

  I wrapped my other leg around him and locked my ankles tight around his back.

  "Make love to me," I said, "from now until we can no longer move."

  He chuckled. "Fuck, baby, we're almost fuckin' there as it is."

  "No, we're not," I told him. "You've got more energy for me than any other man I've ever known."

  "No other motherfucker will ever give you the kinda love you need and deserve," he said. "Not like I can. And I'll never let him have a fuckin' chance or opportunity at it."

  "You promise?"

  "I'm not the kind of motherfucker who makes a promise he can't keep, babe, remember that shit?"

  “I remember.”

  He dipped his face and brushed his lips against mine and whispered. "I'll never make you a promise that I don't plan to keep, babe. That shit's apart of bein' in love with somebody, right?" he asked.

  A single tear escaped my eye and he brushed it away with his thumb. "Yes," I said. "That's a part of being in love with somebody."

  And then he bent his face forward and took my bottom lip between his teeth. He wrapped his hands around my face to keep me steady and when he pulled back, he smiled in what looked like a relief; a relief from all the pain he had ever felt, all the anger and hate and rage he had felt, even tonight, even as he was inside me... I was his relief from it all just as much as he was mine.

  He tucked my hair behind me and shifted his body again. “You want me to release inside you again?” he asked. "'Cause it's comin'."

  I nodded. “All of you in all of me,” I said. “As it should be.”

  “Jesus, baby," he grunted in his release. “Fuck.”

  My entire body quivered as he collapsed from exhaustion and rested his head between my breasts. With his cock still deep inside me, I stroked my legs against his and slid my hands up and down his back and into his wet hair. As I massaged him, he turned to look up at me, his eyelids heavy, his breaths ragged and long. He smiled the deepest, sexiest and most devilish grin I had ever seen him give anyone before, let alone me, and it made me want to keep him inside of me forever.

  “How do you fuckin’ feel right now?” he asked me.

  “Tired, and sore. But a good kind of tired and sore that I had been needing to feel for a long damn time now.”

  “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, babe, me too.” He stopped and brought his hands up to either side of my waist and gently dragged me down the bed and further beneath him. His cock shifted inside of me, making me flinch, but not in a way that I no longer wanted to feel him there. “No other woman I’ve ever been with compares to you, doll. Nothin’ we had here tonight could’ve existed without you. I never thought I could love a woman like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like she mattered more to me than even my own goddamn existence,” he told me. “That’s you, babe. In a goddamn, motherfuckin’ nutshell, it’s you.”

  When I felt him sliding down the bed and pulling out of me, I panicked. “What are you doing?”

  “Shhhh.” He moved alongside me on the bed and wrapped a hand around my stomach.

  “I didn’t want you to pull out of me yet,” I said.

  “Baby, if I don’t pull outta you now, I’ll have nothin’ left to fuckin’ give you by the goddamn mornin’ or any time after. And I sure as fuck plan on givin’ you a helluva lot more and then some compared to what I gave you tonight.” />
  Oh. My God. If this was just a warm up, I’ll never survive the actual race.

  He suggested I roll over on my side and after covering ourselves with a sheet, he shoved himself against me and tightened his arm around my waist.

  “If I ever let go of you, it’s not ‘cause I want to,” he said. “Never ‘cause I fuckin’ want to.”

  “I know.” I wrapped my arm around his and slid my fingers inside his hand. “So is this us?” I asked him. “You and me, officially?”

  “Darlin’, you've still gotta ask?" He wrapped his fingers around my chin and turned my face back to his. "You’ve never belonged to any other motherfucker in the entire goddamn world but me since the very fuckin’ beginnin’. You knew that shit even before I did.”

  “So I’m on your bike, I’m in your bed, I’m yours....”

  “All fuckin’ mine, baby.”

  “And that means you’re mine too?”

  He waited a few seconds and I could almost feel the fire building up inside his chest as it burned against me. “You wanna know if I’d ever be steppin’ out like the other motherfuckers at the club who scoop up whatever hot piece is nearby when their wives are at home.”

  I didn’t want to ask it; I almost didn’t want to know because as much as he loved me, as much as I knew it and as much as he showed it, I also knew just how long he had been living the life and rules of the club. I knew that despite unity and marriage being sacred for some, after what Jolene had said before, it was clear to me that it didn't mean it was sacred for all. Just being called an 'Old Lady' meant that you had 'boss status' when it came to the other random women at the club. But it didn't mean that you could necessarily keep your men, or their dicks in check once you were out of their sight for the night.

  River brought his hand up to my breast and moved it back and forth between them as he nuzzled his face into the back of my hair. “You are not just mine in name only,” he said. “I waited too goddamn long to be inside you and officially own that sweet fuckin’ pussy for me to go fuckin’ it up by stickin’ what’s always been yours inside the worthless pussy of some bitch back at my club or any other goddamn place around the U.S. of motherfuckin’ A.”