Forgiveness

by Wilder, Chiah

  “Thank you for trusting me, Duchess.”

  Silence stretched between them as their gazes locked together. And then Maggie launched herself at him and tackled him to the bed, her lips exploring his, way faster than he could process the motion.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Maggie

  “Whoa! Shit, Duchess,” Flux spoke through her eager kisses, but Maggie barely paid any attention, only knowing that she wanted to lose herself in this moment and scrub away the nastiness that Chet had left behind with something she chose—something that made her feel things were good and in control.

  She angled her head again and laid a small trail of kisses along his neck leading down toward his pushed up T-shirt. “Do you really want me to stop?” Her words were muffled as she enjoyed the surprisingly soft, yet hard planes of his body against her mouth. “Please, Flux.”

  “I don’t want you to stop, darlin’.” Flux groaned and threaded a hand through her hair, bucking his hips. “Far from it. I’d love to pick up right where we left off earlier in the stables.”

  “Okay, good,” she murmured before placing her teeth into his shoulder, eliciting a small moan from him.

  “But hold up a sec,” Flux grabbed both her wrists just as her fingers were tracing down the fine lines of his abs heading straight below the belt. “Duchess, before we do this, I … uh … Fuck. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but fuck it. I need to be sure you know what you’re doing, okay?”

  Maggie blinked down at him, her lips still buzzing from the delicious contact with his skin. Why does he want to stop this? Am I doing something wrong? A million scenarios flew through her mind.

  “No strings, right?” She breathed out, ragged breaths drawing through her lungs as her heart beat like a caged bird behind her chest. “We’re both adults, and I want this, Flux.” She ran her finger along his jaw. “I want you.”

  Maggie made sure she caught his gaze, and even though his pupils were dilated and his fingers formed claws into the bed covers, Flux looked as if he wouldn’t touch her until he got an answer that satisfied him. It was sweet, very gallant, but not at all necessary. All she wanted him to do was rip her clothes off and give her a real man to think about for the next hour or so, not the one who haunted her nightmares.

  “You don’t think we’re going too fast after what—”

  Maggie stole his words away with another passionate kiss. She must’ve been doing her job right because a trickle of a growl escaped from Flux’s throat as he wrapped his arms around her back and flipped them over so he was on top.

  “Fuck, darlin’,’” he gritted against her ear, his hard dick already digging into the denim fabric of her skirt as she wrapped her legs around him, silently begging for more. “You won’t regret it in the morning?”

  “No. Will you?”

  “No fuckin’ way.” He crushed his mouth on hers at the same time he struggled to rip his shirt off. Then he guided her palms back to his chest. “Have your fill, Duchess. Tell me exactly what you like and take what you need from me.”

  Kind words. Much nicer than she ever expected from the intense, introverted biker, who dodged death for a living. His even tone, so sure and certain, ripped all hesitation away. While Maggie’s fingers tripped down his chest, trembling for an entirely different reason than before, she ignored Flux’s racing heart and smiled against his lips.

  Lost in the dark, earthy, and leather scent of him, Maggie glided her hands down the taut muscles in Flux’s back. They tangled together like two people forbidden from one another. A part of it felt illicit, dangerous, and yet he would no more hurt her than anyone else she kept in her inner circle—and she knew that with certainty. Maggie didn’t know why or how she was so sure of him, but her gut knew that this man, though broken, was genuinely good.

  “Duchess, tell me what you like,” Flux grated out the words, hissing as she lightly tugged on his nipple with her teeth. “Tell me what you want.”

  Maggie moaned and leaned her head back against the pillow, biting her bottom lip. “Take me. I just … need you.”

  “That’s not gonna work for me, Duchess. I need you to do the dirty work. You’ve gotta speak up, or this stops now.”

  Every nerve ending in her body went on high alert as she gave him an incredulous expression. A slow, wolfish grin broke across his face before his intense eyes darkened, and he took each of her hands from his body and pinned them over her head. Maggie’s breath caught in her throat, her voice tight. Flux was taking away all her control, yet he wanted her to take it back from him: a weird power struggle that she’d never engaged in during sex. Nine times out of ten, she was used to being the aggressor, but she never had to … speak.

  “Flux,” she whimpered in warning, squeezing her thighs around his waist.

  “Duchess,” his dark tone mocked her before he kissed the tip of her nose and meandered down the sensitive skin of her neck with the flat of his tongue.

  She hissed and arched against his touch, hungry and desperate for more of him.

  “Just say the words and it’s yours …” His warm breath lingered along her collarbone as he pinned her to the bed with his body weight, lightly squeezing her wrists with his one hand. “I know you’ve got it in you, darlin’.”

  Maggie gulped, strung out on the scent, the touch, and the taste of him as he completely engulfed her small body. Flux’s free hand roamed idly over her exposed stomach, a light touch that belayed all of the sexual aggression he would unleash on her if only she learned to use her words.

  “I need you to …”

  “Yeah?” Flux’s voice became coaxing, his finger easing along the line of her skirt, barely brushing over the top button before he curved his palm around her breast through her bra.

  Even that small touch sent a shockwave of sensation through her, and she writhed beneath him unable to do a damn thing so long as he had her pinned to the bed.

  “Put your mouth on me,” she whispered as she ground herself against him. “I need your mouth on my breasts … everywhere …”

  She had barely finished speaking when he lifted up off of her body. Oh shit, are we stopping? Did I say something wrong? He stood between her legs and stared down at her splayed, still-clothed body as if she were some kind of work of art. She wasn’t used to such smoldering attention as his gaze took in every single inch of her before his hands drew back to the edge of her skirt.

  Their eyes locked and he licked his lips.

  “Do you care about this top, Duchess? Not a favorite?”

  “W-what?” she stuttered.

  He nodded as if that answert was good enough for him. But she hadn’t really said much of anything before his large, delicious hands ripped her top in half, leaving it to hang in ragged edges off her body. She shuddered from the pure lust that vibrated down her nerve endings and watched in awe as Flux bent down and circled her navel with his tongue.

  Such a light, teasing touch shouldn’t have had such an impact.

  “I like that you haven’t moved for me, Duchess. Good.” Flux’s voice rumbled up from low on her torso. “Keep your hands like that until I tell you to move them.”

  Maggie closed her eyes, trembling from his tongue as he licked a path from her stomach to up under her bra, lightly tracing along the edges of each cup. She sucked in air as if she were drowning, and the rest of their surroundings fell away.

  “More—please, more.” She didn’t dare move her wrists from above her head, but she angled her vision so she could watch as his tongue circled and teased her. When their eyes connected, his gleamed with lust and something deeper.

  “I like the sound of that, darlin’.”

  He nipped at her tight nipple through the bra and then undid the front clasp with one hand. No sooner had she taken a ragged inhale, his mouth closed around her nipple with the slight press of teeth. Maggie bucked with a low groan. He laughed, quite possibly the sexiest sound in the world, as he continued sucking and toying with her. By the time he moved onto
the other one, she was a panting, wet, frantic mess.

  His fingers flicked and massaged and pinched her hard nipple while his warm, wet mouth closed in on the other, leaving her breathless and nearly mindless from the multiple sensations. By the time he was done, it took all of her willpower to keep her hands anchored above her head. A final nip with his teeth made her gasp.

  Maggie gazed down the line of her body as Flux slid lower toward her jean skirt. His look held a-million-and-one promises: dark, dangerous, and ready to please her; all she had to do was ask. She bit the inside of her bottom lip and rolled her hips upward, hoping that was enough of a signal while he kneeled between her legs, his mouth so close to exactly where she wanted him.

  Flux arched a brow and made a soft chiding sound with his tongue.

  “What do you want, Duchess?” he said in a low voice.

  She swallowed, her body heavy with arousal and her mind not working quite right. Connecting sounds to her mouth seemed like the hardest chore in the world right now, and he was expecting her to speak to him? A small whimper came out of her lips. Flux grunted as his hands slid between her back and the mattress to unzip her skirt, and she moaned when he yanked it down to her knees.

  “You gonna answer me?” he asked thickly. He pressed his hands into her thighs, drawing small circles with the rough pad of his thumbs.

  She writhed beneath him, her mind numb with pleasure and anticipation of what was to come. “Flux,” she panted.

  “I’ll take that as an answer ’cause seeing you flushed and so fuckin’ ready is more than I can take.”

  Flux’s words were stolen away as she watched his head delve between her legs, and then she sensed a warm, teasing wetness against her panties as he licked her through them. Small, little touches, offering nothing but torment to the real feeling that was building deep inside her as he played with her body.

  Although she tried to coax him further, her legs were bound by her skirt. There wasn’t much she could do but submit to his control of her body. Even a small arch was made harder by the caged fabric. She yearned to grab his head and drag it exactly where she wanted it—but that wasn’t the point, was it? Instead, she challenged herself to take his pleasure-filled teasing and allow him to take the wheel, as much as he wanted her to wrestle it back from him.

  The power exchange was new and charged with lustful expectation. Sure, she had thrown in a few dirty words and sometimes full-on sentences to ease a guy’s nerves or to drive home that she liked something. But this? This was very different territory as Flux gently took her panties between his teeth and pulled them to the side, anchoring the soft fabric with his fingertips.

  “I thought, you said … you couldn’t wait …” Maggie groaned as Flux’s breath ghosted across her sensitive outer lips, and the warm burst of air made her tingle and writhe as much as her trapped skirt would allow. “Please, Flux.”

  His name was whispered on a gasp as Flux flicked his tongue across her most intimate place and stars shot across the backs of her eyelids. She clenched her hands together so as not to move them, then he eased his tongue around her sensitive clit before catching her off guard and driving his tongue into her opening in a move that nearly had her sitting up.

  “Oh God, yes. More.”

  These kinds of noises she could manage, if only it would keep him between her legs. Maggie alternated between trying to keep her eyes open so she could watch him, and closing them as he did something amazing with his lips, that tongue, and his teeth. She couldn’t capture a specific pattern. Just when she thought he’d repeat a certain motion, he’d lightly nibble her clit or tongue her slit instead. None of it was the same in method or strokes or intensity, and keeping her constantly guessing brought her to the edge quicker than she was used to, as his other hand anchored her to the bed by her hip bone.

  When a single digit slid into her wetness, she clenched hard around him. Torn between the lust that was making her feel wanton and greedy, and the blush that stroked beneath her skin, she submitted to his slow strokes inside her body as her muscles grew tight.

  “That’s it,” he coaxed against her as she attempted to rock her hips up to meet his strokes. “Fuck, Duchess, you taste like heaven in my mouth.”

  Before Maggie could reply, he clamped his mouth around her hardened nub, setting her on fire. Goosebumps coated her skin as her thighs pressed together. Her hands desperately clung to each other, so she didn’t make a single move that would make him stop this exquisite torment. Even the coolness from the clunky air conditioning unit blew insistently against her hard nipples, teasing all her exposed flesh as his hot warmth took her to new heights.

  “I need … more …” she begged through her tight throat, quivering on the cusp of an orgasm and desperate for him to push her over the edge.

  “Since you’ve been so good, darlin’, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” he growled against her aching nub before turning away and gently biting her inner thigh. “Stay exactly as I’ve put you, understand?”

  Maggie nodded, silently frustrated with his need to move at all while she watched him quickly throw her skirt on the floor, shuck his clothing, and walk over to the nightstand and pull out a foil packet. She closed her eyes again and tried to catch her breath. Her body reeled with desire, fueled by only one single objective—Flux inside her while she clung to his shoulders.

  “Are you ready, Duchess?” Flux’s cock twitched against her thigh and he ran himself between her folds, lightly teasing her opening, exactly as he’d done with his lips, tongue, and teeth. “Tell me when you’re ready. I want to hear the words.”

  He slid across her wetness, extra slick from her arousal and the condom he’d just rolled on. His dick was thick and big and so damn hard—and she figured he was reveling in his ability to make her bend to his will.

  “Please, Flux, I’m … ready.”

  “What was that? I don’t think I quite—”

  Maggie’s whole body shook and ached for him, every nerve-ending doing the talking when she couldn’t say a coherent word. She was out of her mind with need for him. She arched her back in anticipation, hungry for Flux to touch her again. Biting her lip, she silently demanded that he sink inside her wet heat.

  Flux looked down at her, his eyes glazed with masculine pride and heady arousal as his dick bobbed against her thigh before he started teasing her all over again. She spread her legs wide and bucked up toward him.

  “Fuck me. Now,” she ordered.

  “That’s it, Duchess.” Flux chuckled as he arranged himself over her body. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight.”

  There wasn’t time to agree. With one chaotic beat of her heart he worked himself against her outer lips, and then in the next, he was buried deep inside her as she rocked her hips up to meet him. They joined in a chorus of sounds. His groan sent a flurry of shivers down her spine as she gasped and spasmed around him, grinding upward into him so he could sink himself even further.

  “Fuck, darlin’. You feel so damn good. So tight … so perfect,” Flux murmured against her neck before biting her tender flesh and sending her into a spiral of pleasure as his hips picked up the pace.

  True to his word, she had to hold on to him. There was nothing slow and easy about his deliberate, claiming thrusts. Her thighs ached, clinging to him and she fought to match his rhythm as they drove each other over the edge.

  “Fuckin’ touch me,” he rasped against her lips before pushing his tongue inside her mouth.

  Maggie moaned and released her hands from the death grip around each other, and then raked her tingling fingers through his hair. That quickly switched to driving her nails down his back when he plunged into her deeper, thrusting in and out so damn fast and hard that it left her breathless and craving for more. Never had she felt this much rapture or intensity or anything even close to this during sex.

  Faster. Harder. Deeper.

  God, she would never get enough of him. His hot, flexing muscles worked beneath his
flesh as he forced pleasure through every inch of skin. Maggie squeezed and felt up and mauled every inch of Flux that she could get her hands on, and by the way Flux groaned and grunted, she knew this was as intense for him as it was for her.

  “I fuckin’ love your tits.” When he moved his mouth back down to them, she arched her back again, offering herself to him with a bone deep sigh of bliss.

  “So … close,” she whimpered, threading her fingers through his hair and yanking a bit, urging him to go a little harder.

  Flux didn’t disappoint. His teeth closed over her nipple at the same time his hand clasped around her ankle and brought one of her legs to rest on his shoulder. The intimate angle shifted at the same time his strokes became more frenzied, eating away at what was left of her rational mind. Before, Maggie thought he had brought his A game, but he’d been going easy.

  Now he rocked into her so hard that the part of her that was barely aware wondered if they would break the cheap motel bed. Then all at once, there wasn’t a thought left in her head as she tensed, and then shattered. Maggie gasped against his lips, moaning as she eased her own down his neck. Her arms and legs flexed around him, her toes came to a point against his shoulder while her muscles contracted and she lost all sense of reason.

  “Oh fuck!” she cried out as the edge she’d been riding since Flux first started teasing her rocketed to a fine point where everything became crystal clear and jumbled all at the same time. A series of small quivers clenched through her abdomen before they released into a wave that wrung out her body beneath him.

  “Almost there, Duchess. Give me … one more. I’m not fuckin’ asking …” Flux panted, grinding against her hypersensitive core as he bent forward, deepening the angle.

  Maggie clung to him, writhing from her first orgasm as his hand fumbled between them and deftly played against her clit. No sooner had he started rubbing in small circles together with his relentless thrusts than she fell again into the deep void of ecstasy where her brain completely shut off.