Opal (Rugged Skulls MC Book 2)

by Amy Davies

  Fifteen

  Jodie

  Sitting in Opal’s room, I’m thankful the pain in my shoulder has subsided. I took a pain pill just after Opal left and I raided his bathroom. Looking around, I take in the manly deco and smile at it because it actually suits him.

  The walls are a dark gray, the furniture black. The TV unit is pretty cool, and I could tell that Tucker liked that. Maybe I can add something to his room that is similar. He has little knick-knacks dotted around that also make me smile. There is a large biker photo above the TV unit, which is at the bottom of the bed. I can just picture Opal leaning against the black headboard watching some action-packed movie.

  I pick up my phone and send a text to Estelle, letting her know what has happened and that we are safe. She replies saying she loves us, and she will see us soon.

  The door opens and in walks a very sexy looking Opal. He looks relaxed but I can see the slight frown on his face and a little limp. I have no doubt he got it when fighting with Roy earlier.

  “Are you hurting?” he asks me as he slips his cut off his shoulders and sets it down on the back of a chair. His denim shirt follows, leaving him shirtless and my mouth watering.

  I shake my head because the sight of this man has completely stolen my voice. Opal smirks at me, knowing what his body is doing to me. It’s always a pleasure to look at a man that takes pride in his body, and Opal is no exception.

  “I’m going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?” he asks, but I can hear the amusement in his voice.

  “You should be so lucky,” I manage to say, smiling at him. He laughs and undoes his belt and jeans, before dropping them to the floor, leaving him standing there in all his tattooed, muscle glory.

  Illegal and GQ magazine comes to mind.

  “I won’t be too long,” he says and disappears into the bathroom, leaving the door open so I can hear the running water.

  Images of a naked and wet Opal flash in my mind and my body responds. My thighs clench as my pussy pulses, my nipples peak hard against the material of my sports bra. No man has made me feel like this, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

  I bite my lip and fidget on the bed, thinking about what will happen when he comes out. Will he expect sex for keeping us safe? Will he just want to have sex with me? He did say that he called ‘dibs’ on me and it’s a club thing.

  “Shit,” I mutter when I hear the water shut off. Opal walks out with a towel wrapped around his trim waist, running a smaller one over his head.

  Oh, dear Lord.

  This man is pure sex.

  Water runs down his body, starting at his pecs and sliding down, over the valleys of his six-pack. His towel hangs deliciously low on his hips, giving me the perfect view of that very sexy ‘V’ muscle.

  “Like what you see, baby?” His voice breaks my Opal induced thoughts. I look up and see him standing right next to the bed. He reaches out and brushes some hair off my forehead, keeping a sweet smile on his face.

  “Eh, I’ve seen better,” I jest, and he laughs, before turning to walk over to a dresser and pulling out a pair of gray boxers. He drops the towel and I gasp at how tight and firm his ass looks. A bubble butt, my mom would say.

  He laughs as he walks around the bed and climbs in with me. Resting on his elbow, he looks up at me, then drops his gaze to the bed, telling me to lay down without actually using words.

  I do what he wishes, careful of my shoulder.

  “Not going to sugar coat shit with you. You are intelligent enough to know when shit is happening. I just claimed you as mine to the club by calling dibs on you. Childish it might be, but it has meaning to the club. Tomorrow, Smack, his VP and Creep, aka Roy, will be coming here to talk about our situation.”

  My heart starts to race with both annoyance and delight as he called it ‘our’ situation. I also know that he wants to protect us, and in turn, we will get the protection of the club.

  “I can take care of Tucker and myself, Opal. I don’t want you and the club getting in the middle of this screw up,” I state. Opal surprises me by leaning down and kissing me. His tongue pokes at my lips, and I open for him.

  His hand slides across my stomach, pushing the material of my top up. He has effectively silenced me for now, and completely baffled my brain. He tastes like beer and something sweet.

  Breaking the kiss, he cups my jaw, locking our gazes in place before he says his piece.

  “I know you can take care of yourself and Tuck, but you don’t have to anymore. The threats that fucker threw out don’t sit well with me. I won’t be happy until he is out of your life once and for all. He is no good for Tuck. With us being new, I know that you will have reservations when it comes to this type of thing, but you need to deal. I am here now; the club is here now.”

  His words leave a mark on my heart. I lift my hand, cupping his jaw, mirroring his hand. My heart is pulsing, making other body parts pulse with need.

  “I will have a prospect on you. If possible, I will drive you wherever you need to go. Tuck will have a shadow also. If I have to tie you to me, I will, baby, but I need to keep you safe. You get me?”

  Nodding, I can’t give him words, so I give him my mouth. I kiss him like he’s my last meal. No way should I fall for a guy this quickly, but he has this way of making me feel safe. I believe him that he and his club will keep Tucker and me safe.

  With my hands on his face, holding him to me, his hand glides down my body. I quickly respond to his touch. My skin feels warm and sensitive. I moan, and Opal moves so he’s hovering over me, looking down and giving me a sexy smile.

  “I need to taste you, baby. Then I need to be lost inside of you. Claim you as mine,” he says, his voice even sexier with that lower tone.

  “I need that too. I can’t fully comprehend what is happening here, Stefan, but I feel the need to see where this will go. All I ask is that you don’t lie to me. I hate that. Don’t disrespect me or Tucker. If you are done with me, then tell me, before you move onto someone new. That goes both ways.”

  “I can do that. Can I have you now, baby?” I nod, and he moves.

  In a flash but also in a gentle way, my shirt is gone, so are my shorts. I’m left in my sports bra and panties. Opal smirks at me and with one hand, he reaches up and slowly slides the small zipper down at the front of my bra.

  Once that’s open, my breasts jiggle in their freedom.

  “Fuck me,” he mutters before swooping in and sucking a nipple into his mouth. “More,” he says against my skin and moves to sit up.

  Taking hold of my hands, he helps me to sit up and removes my bra, then slides his hands down both sides of my body, hooking his fingers into the material of my panties and dragging them down my legs, before dropping them onto the floor.

  We lay back down, him on his side, as he takes my mouth again in a searing kiss. One of his hands glides down my body, reaching the place I want his dick. With commanding fingers, he plays with my clit, sucking a moan out of me.

  With direct circles he brings me closer to my orgasm. His tongue delves into my mouth, demanding yet playful. He feels so good touching me.

  “Oh shit, that feels good.” I tear my mouth away from his and pant. The feeling becomes too overwhelming, and I grip his wrist, keeping him there or pulling him away my brain can’t decide.

  “I need you to come all over my cock, baby, not on my hand. Or we can do both. Are you up for that?” Opal says against my lips, his gaze penetrating mine.

  “Both,” I moan, and my eyes close when he pinches my clit.

  I have only had sex with four men in my life. Opal will be number five, and if he can make me feel this good with just his fingers, then I am happy to leave it at five, as long as he keeps doing this.

  “Done,” he whispers and slides two fingers inside of me, and my pussy clenches in need. “Fucking hell, baby, you are wet. My cock will slide right in and be happy to fucking live there.”

  “Yes,” I pant out as he fingers me faster.
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  Opal sucks on my neck, no doubt marking me, and my back arches. With the hand between us, I reach inside the material of his boxers and grip his dick. Opal hisses and speeds up his movements, in and out of my pussy.

  “I’m going to come,” I pant out. I shatter in the next second, my body locking up like it never has before. The sound of my arousal echoes around the room as Opal keeps fingering me through my orgasm.

  His movements slow until my orgasm has passed. Opal kisses me again, stealing what little breath I had left in my lungs.

  We lay in silence for a few seconds, hell it could be minutes. My breathing finally evens out. Dragging my gaze to his, I smile at his face. He looks amazing with the light shining down behind him.

  “You are so beautiful when you come, babe, but now I need to make you come on my cock. I need to feel these silk walls suck me in and keep me there. I have no doubt that my cock will be happy to stay put for a while,” Opal says, before he kisses me again. My hand grips his dick harder. He hisses against my lips, then bites down on my bottom lip, causing me to moan. The hand that brought me to an intense climax slides up my body, leaving a wet trail in its wake.

  “Reach over to the top drawer and grab a condom,” he whispers against my neck, sucking and biting before soothing the area with his tongue.

  Doing as he says, I slide open the drawer and pull out a condom, before handing it to him. I sit in awe that this man, built like no other man I have been with, is lusting after me. His cock is hard and pulsing, the head purple and dripping with need; need for me.

  “Hurry,” I pant out. Even though he just made me come, I need to feel him inside of me, feel that steel rod deep, making me come again.

  “Hungry, baby?” I nod and lean on my elbow, then crook a finger at him. He smirks at me as he leans over my body, lining up his cock at the entrance to my pussy.

  His eyes darken right in front of my eyes, and my mouth waters.

  He pushes forward, the head of his cock nudging in before he pulls back and smirks down at me.

  “Brace, Jodie.” My eyes widen as he slams into me. He bottoms out and I cry out his name.

  He stills, keeping himself deep inside of me. Our gazes are locked, neither of us wanting to break the connection. His piercing blue eyes seep into my amber ones, leaving a piece of himself buried in my soul.

  Bringing a hand up, I cup his face, and he blinks like he was lost in me, and I believe he was. His gaze becomes focused as he leans in and kisses me. And then hips start to move.

  “Oh,” I gasp.

  My back arches, thrusting my breasts into his face, which he takes advantage of. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, gently tugging with his teeth. A jolt goes straight to my pussy and Opal moans.

  “Oh, my woman likes a little pain.”

  Hearing him say ‘my woman’ makes my pussy gush with need for him.

  “Oh, hell yeah. I think my girl is also a gusher.” He smirks down at me, his hips picking up the pace.

  We pant and moan, our breathing echoes around the room. Skin slapping against skin, our bodies are coated with sweat. The injury on my shoulder is forgotten as desire completely takes over my senses. My heart is racing in my chest, my body pulsing at the same beat.

  My hands find his back and my nails dig in, marking him like he has marked me. My eyes close at the sensation that is pulsing through my body. Opal leans in and licks from my collarbone to my ear, tasting me, and from the sounds he’s making I can tell he likes it.

  “Damn, baby, you taste so good. I bet your pussy tastes just as good,” he growls against my neck, before pulling back and looking down at me.

  “Baby, I need you to come, I am so fucking close to bursting,” he groans.

  He reaches between us and fingers my clit, making my body come alight even more. My pants get louder and my climax races through me.

  “Opal!” I scream out, the sounds bouncing off the walls.

  “Keep coming, baby.” With one more hard pinch, I scream again. “There it is,” he says, sounding triumphant.

  I can feel the wetness between us as my orgasm rushes through me like an intense rush of adrenaline. My body is blazing, covered in sweat and smelling like Opal, which I don’t think I ever want to wash off.

  Opal keeps fucking me. My climax has faded but I can still feel the lingering tingles that keep firing with each thrust of his hips. He moves in and out, chasing his own climax, groaning my name, until he lets out a roar and his hips still, his cock buried as deep as he can get it as he comes.

  The sound and the pulse of his climax sets off another one for me, and he lets out a long groan as my pussy clamps around him. We stay laying like that for Lord knows how long. I’m lying flat on my back with my arms around him, and Opal’s cock is still buried inside of me, his head resting on my chest.

  We breathe each other in. His heart is beating in time with mine. I think it’s safe to say that I am his and he is mine.

  Sixteen

  Opal

  Waking the next morning wrapped up in Jodie is the best fucking feeling. Her long legs are entwined with mine, her arm draped over my stomach with one of mine under her head, and the other resting on her thigh which is sitting close to my morning wood.

  After the first time I took her last night, I had her three more times. She came on my dick every time, but she never squirted after that first time. I did notice that I needed to work her up more for it to happen. She told me that it happened that first time because she hadn’t had sex in over a year.

  That little bit of information had me slamming into her harder, claiming her as mine over and over again. I will be the last person she ever has sex with.

  My phone beeps from the bedside table. Without dislodging Jodie too much, I lean over for it and see that it’s a text from Magnum.

  Magnum: Reminder of the meet at eleven. Tuck is in the kitchen with Risky, having some breakfast.

  Me: I know. Thanks, brother. We’ll be down soon.

  Jodie stirs then looks up at me. A sleepy smile shines at me. Not wanting to wait anymore, I lean in and kiss her. Her hand snakes up my body, to the back of my neck, where she grips and pulls me to her even more, like she can’t get close enough.

  “Morning, baby,” I say against her mouth.

  I go in for another kiss before she can answer me. Our tongues play with each other until we’re gasping for air. My hand pulls at her thighs, forcing her to straddle me. Jodie looks down at me. Her short hair sticking up in different directions, but she looks sexy as hell.

  I see the bandage at the tip of her shoulder, and I remember how it got there. Seeing that fucker today will take a mass of willpower. I need to make sure I’m Army Opal in church.

  “I won’t let him hurt you again,” I tell her firmly, so she understands I mean every word.

  “I know,” she says, moving her hips so her pussy slides against my shaft. Lifting my head, I look down at where we’re connected, and I can’t bite back the groan that escapes my lips.

  Bringing my gaze back up to Jodie, she’s smirking at me as she grinds down harder against me. Pre-cum leaks from the tip, and she uses that to coat my dick with her pussy lips.

  “Damn, that’s hot,” I mutter, fighting restraint. Nodding, she sits up, covering both of her tits with her hands, and starts playing with them, pulling on her nipples. Have I ever seen such a perfect fucking sight? Hell no. No other woman or porn has ever had me this hard or needy.

  “You want me to ride you, Opal?” she asks in a husky voice that sends shivers through me.

  “You know I do,” I tell her, leaving one hand on her thick thigh while the other reaches over for a condom. Once I pull one out, I nod to her to move back slightly, so I can slide it on.

  When she sees it’s in place, no other words are spoken as she rises up and grips my shaft, positioning him at her pussy entrance. With locked stares, she slides down me, inch by inch. We both groan and moan each other’s name as a lustful sensation takes over.
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  Jodie starts rocking back and forth, slowly at first, then she picks up the pace when I feel her pussy start to spasm around me. My hands are locked on her hips, guiding her movements.

  “Play with your tits more. Pull on those rosy nipples for me, baby. I want to see you squirt all over me again. I bet we can in this position.” I smirk up at her.

  “Like this?” she asks, massaging her fleshy tits that spill over her tiny hands. She moans and her pussy spasms when she tugs on each nipple.

  Her thrusts become faster and she grinds harder, and I smirk at her. Yeah, I’m going to make my woman cover me in her cum, then I’m going to go to that meeting smelling of her. That will drive Creep fucking wild.

  “Come for me, baby.” Moving my hand to her pussy, I thumb her clit, and she goes off like a fucking skyrocket; screaming out my name, leaning back, resting her palms on my thighs as she comes all over me. Her juices coat me from my balls to my chest, and I can’t stop the smile that appears on my face.

  Her pussy pulses around me, and I feel my balls tighten, right as they send my cum shooting out of my dick and into her.

  “Fuck yeah,” I growl as my climax hits me like a freight train.

  Her body collapses onto my chest. I wrap my arms around her back, holding her to me as we catch out breaths. We stay like that for a beat, enjoying the feel of each other.

  When I was in the Army, this is what I wanted; someone to come home to. Even when I came stateside, no one ever came close to what I wanted until Jodie Simms.

  With Jodie and Tucker safely inside the clubhouse with Risky and two prospects, we sit out in the yard, waiting for the Snake Heads MC to get here. Lifting my beer to my lips, my eyes focus on the main gates as they open and in rides Smash, another biker I don’t know, and Creep.

  Downing the rest of my beer, I place the bottle on the table and stand next to Magnum as we wait for them to dismount their bikes. Creep is scowling at me and I just send him a wink.