by Lane Hart
“You’re not leaving until we deal with those fuckers at the studio.”
“How long will that take?” I ask.
“As long as it fucking takes.”
“Then I’ll stay as long as it takes…if you make it worth my while.”
Winston’s mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue plunging forcefully into my mouth, letting me know he’s accepted the challenge and is more than up to making the next few days good for me.
His hands work fast, yanking my shirt up and over my head. He then balls it up and shoves it under me, making it into a pillow. I’m not wearing a bra, like usual around Winston to torment him. He squeezes the shit out of both my breasts, like it’s payback and he wants to hurt me, but it only feels good. In fact, I think I love his punishments, especially when he spanked my ass in the garage…
“Take your bottoms off while I put on a condom,” Winston orders against my lips before he sits back on his knees to shrug out of his leather cut. After reaching behind him to tug his shirt off, he reaches into his jeans pocket to find a foil wrapper.
My shorts and panties only go to my thighs since Winston’s still straddling me.
He’s already got his jeans shoved down, the condom out of the wrapper, and is rolling it down his thick length.
“That’s far enough,” he tells me. “I just need to get inside of you right fucking now.” He rubs his head back and forth through my slit, then pushes forward. Even with my legs still together, he doesn’t meet any resistance, thanks to how slick I am. “Oh fuck,” he groans as he slides a few more inches inside. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he fills up the emptiness that’s missed him for so damn long.
“I swear I’ll lick your sweet pussy all night, but my cock has waited too fucking long for this.” Winston grabs my hands from his waist and pins them above my head, his face hovering above mine again as our lower bodies join completely and it’s impossible for us to be any closer. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says. “And for the next few days, you’re mine.”
I bite down on my lip before I can blurt out something stupid, like that I gave him my virginity because I wanted to be his forever.
Winston pulls back and then slams forward again with a groan. “Fuck yes. So damn good,” he grunts. “Every time I fuck you the rest of the week, it’s going to be with your sexy legs together, making your pussy just as tight as the very first time.”
“Yes, please, Winston,” I moan as I lift my hips to meet his forceful thrusts. His big cock feels so good, like it hits even deeper and better than all the men who couldn’t come close to taking his place.
His grip on my wrists above my head tighten as his heavy body moves faster but he doesn’t kiss me. It would be impossible at the moment to keep our mouths together with his urgent thrusts, but what he does is even better. His eyes are locked on mine, watching me, seeing me and showing me the emotions he kept hidden the first night we were together. And what his eyes reveal takes my breath away. They say more than his words ever could—how much he cares about me, missed me, and yeah…there’s some lingering anger in them too, for not coming back sooner and for taking my clothes off for photos.
I don’t blame him. I want to kick my own ass for not coming home before this week, for holding a grudge and staying pissed at him for so long.
No, I want Winston to punish me for the time we were apart. I want his big hands smacking my ass so hard it hurts to sit again. But I have to admit that having him fuck me like this—riding me when I’m unable to touch his amazing, muscular body or wrap my legs around his hips to urge him faster—feels pretty good too. Each pump of his powerful hips drives his pelvis against my clit, sending pleasurable jolts through me that make me gasp and moan.
I squirm underneath him as much as he’ll let me, which isn’t much, trying to get more pressure on that needy bundle of nerves as he hammers away inside of me.
“Harder to get off with a rubber on, isn’t it?” Winston asks and I nod my agreement. “How dare you let me fuck you bareback your first time? You ruined sex for me and for yourself that night, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I whine as he lets my wrists go to pull his cock free and teases me with just the tip occasionally brushing against my entrance.
“You ever make that mistake again?” Winston asks, his chest sweating and heaving against my own.
“No. Did you?” I throw the same question back at him.
“No. Never,” he answers. “You on the pill?”
“No,” I reply because they make me gain weight like crazy, which is not something I can afford in my profession.
“Do you trust me?” Winston asks.
“Yes,” I agree with a nod and then both of our hands are grabbing for his cock, in a hurry to get the rubber rolled down and off.
As soon as Winston gets the condom free and tosses it away, he’s plunging inside of me again and… “Oh my god, yes!” I moan because it feels even better.
“Fuck, that’s amazing,” Winston agrees as he buries his face in my neck. He moves in and out, in and out, slow and leisurely so we can both savor every second of our bodies joining together with nothing in between, creating magic.
“More, faster,” I demand, and Winston obliges. “Yes!”
He hits that perfect spot inside of me and I explode and tremble through the pleasurable waves. My pussy clenches around Winston’s shaft until he reluctantly pulls it free. Seeing his big hand stroke his own dick causes a few more of the wonderful tingles before his hot release shoots across my stomach.
“Jesus Christ!” Winston exclaims as he throws his head back as he finishes himself off. “Fuck, Zoe!”
Finally free to touch him again, I run my palms up his chest while his pumping hand begins to slow. “That was good, right?”
“So good,” he agrees, looking down at me with a grin. “You’re addictive.”
“Clean up the mess you made and then take me to bed so we can do it again?” I suggest.
“Hell yes,” Winston agrees. “I just…I have to keep my phone close by, in case Roman calls.”
“And what happens when Roman calls?”
“We’re going after the fucker with the dagger tattoo, and maybe everyone at the studio if they had something to do with the kidnappings.”
“Sounds dangerous,” I say in concern, worried about Winston having to use the gun he carries on someone who could be shooting back at him.
“That’s why we’re not going in without some intel and a plan. Roman’s working on that. Until then…”
“Until then, we can stay in bed naked?” I ask. I don’t want to think about him getting hurt, especially not right now.
“That. Exactly.”
Chapter Fifteen
Winston
* * *
After I clean up in the bathroom, I head back to Zoe’s room in just my boxer briefs. That’s where I find Zoe sitting against the headboard of her white, four-poster, childhood bed, naked, and eating a Pop-Tart. It’s insane how the woman can make anything look sexy, even this. Guess that’s why she gets paid to model.
“You want one?” she asks, since I’m just standing in the doorway, staring at her. I’m not hungry for food. I’m only hungry for more of Zoe.
I still can’t fucking believe she forgave me and finally let me touch her again. I’m hoping she meant what she said about us moving to the bedroom to go at it again. I want her as many times as I can get her. Well, until she leaves again…
“Nah, I’m good,” I answer before I move around to climb onto the empty side of the bed and sit beside her on the pink-and-purple comforter. Looking around for the first time in a while, I realize our parents have kept her room exactly the same since she left. It’s crazy to see how young and innocent Zoe looked in the collage of pictures of her and her friends from high school posted on the bulletin board. A lot of things in here are so familiar I’m surprised I forgot about them, like the ballerina j
ewelry box and unicorn statues on her dresser, not to mention the various stuffed animals that are still resting on her bed between us. The entire room is a stark reminder she’s still my younger sibling, which instantly makes me feel…guilty. If her dad found out I not only fucked her when she was eighteen, but was her first, he would kill me. And my mom? She’d be more torn up than this Joey fucker will be once the Kings get their hands on him.
When I was fifteen, my mom was stuck in an abusive relationship with an asshole who was twice my size. I couldn’t do shit to keep him from hitting her, except get smacked around with her. While she never blamed me, I couldn’t help but blame myself for not being bigger or tougher. Which is why I started hitting the weights hard and haven’t let up since.
I don’t want to hurt my mother after the shit she’s been through. Martin makes her happy, and vice versa. So, if I piss off Martin and cause a rift in the family, I’ll be royally pissing her off too.
But the past is the past, and it’s not like they’re going to find out I slept with Zoe while they were gone. It may be only a few awkward days with Zoe here before she leaves again. For all I know, she might not come back for another ten years.
And no matter how much I wish I could follow her, I made an oath to stand with the Savage Kings until I can no longer ride.
Which reminds me…I left my phone in my jeans that are still on the kitchen floor.
“I’ll be right back. You need anything?” I ask on the way out.
“Nope,” she answers. “Just hurry,” she adds with a smile as she brushes off a few Pop-Tart crumbs from her cleavage.
Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.
I’m back in bed in record-breaking time with my phone in hand, checking to make sure I haven’t missed any calls from Roman. I figure it will take a few days at least to get ready, but that’s a call I can’t fucking miss.
“Any news?” Zoe asks and leans over, distracting me with a lick of her tongue around my nipple.
“Not yet,” I answer, tossing my phone on the mattress to grab her and pull her onto my lap so we’re chest to chest. Her knees straddle my waist and both my hands continue squeezing her amazing ass.
“I wish you didn’t have to do this, go after these guys,” she says as she loops her arms around my neck.
“They deserve it,” I grumble.
“I know they do,” Zoe agrees, her lips and tongue greeting the side of my neck, making my dick instantly hard again. “I’m just worried about you.”
“Good,” I choke out as she sucks on my neck hard enough to leave a mark, making me desperate for her mouth to suck on something a little lower. “It’s about time the roles were reversed since I’ve spent the last ten years worried about you.”
I’m a little disappointed when she pulls her mouth free from my neck to look at my face. “You think I didn’t worry about you?”
“Don’t fucking lie,” I warn her. “When you called your dad and my mom, sometimes I was with them, and I know you never asked about me.”
“Because I didn’t want to know if you were with someone!” Zoe exclaims. “I had nightmares about you getting married and having kids with some other woman. I hated her so much…”
“Her? There was no her,” I respond. “Never has been anyone even close to being her. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted more than a night with, but I can’t have you…”
“Why not?” Zoe asks after I realize I’ve said too fucking much.
“You know why,” I mutter. “You’re my stepsister.”
“So what? It’s not like we’re related.”
“Do you have any idea what your father would do to me if he found out I slept with you all those years ago, when you were still a teenager?”
Zoe pulls back, removing her arms from my neck, and I reluctantly let her ass go so she can sit back on my thighs. “Do you know how many men I had to sleep with to get ahead in my career, to earn a spot on a front cover or a place in a fashion show?”
“No clue. I don’t think I want to know,” I admit through clenched teeth.
“Too many!” Zoe informs me, making me cringe because I hate the thought of her with any other man, much less anyone who bribed her into having sex with him. “Those are the men that I’m ashamed of sleeping with, Winston. Not you. Never you. I may have been pissed with you for the things you said afterward, but I didn’t regret what we did that night or what we did on our parents’ kitchen floor fifteen minutes ago.”
“I’m glad you don’t regret it, but that doesn’t make what we’re doing right.”
Being the temptress she is, Zoe cups her own tits and pushes them together, which of course, makes it impossible to look away. “So, does that mean you don’t want to fuck me again?”
“No,” I mutter. “I mean, yes. Fuck. What was the question again?”
I grab her hips and yank her body up my thighs until her pussy is right on top of my hard dick that’s created a bulge in my boxer briefs.
“That’s enough time wasted talking. I’m only here for a few days and I want you,” Zoe says, then presses her mouth to mine and our tongues tease each other before she pulls hers back. Reaching down, she frees my cock from my briefs and then lowers her tight cunt down onto it, causing her to gasp mid-sentence. “You…hurt me back then, Winston. Now, I want you to make me feel good…every day until I leave.”
Fuck, I hate that I hurt her, and that she’s leaving again. Which is why, no matter how goddamn good she feels on my dick, I squeeze her hips and pull her off me.
“W-what?” Zoe asks as I start slouching my way down the bed between her spread legs until my mouth connects with her sweet pussy. “Oh fuck!” she screams and grabs on to the headboard after the first glide of my wet tongue over her slit.
I look up at her face. “I want you to come on my tongue over and over again, until you can’t take any more.”
I don’t deserve more pleasure, not yet. Not until I make Zoe feel so fucking good she forgets I ever hurt her and decides to never leave again.
Chapter Sixteen
Zoe
* * *
The last two days with Winston have been insanely good, only getting out of bed to occasionally shower and eat. We’ve talked about random, ridiculous things and fucked every way humanly possible. My only regret is that Winston never gets to finish inside of me because I’m not on the pill and we both hate condoms.
Neither of us get to sleep for more than a few hours before the other is begging for more. Sex between us is explosive. It’s almost unreal how good we are together, especially since Winston is so freaking hot. From my experience, usually, the more attractive the guy, the worse he is in bed. Not Winston. He’s sweet and caring and attentive; not just in bed but all the time. He’s just a good person. I’m not sure why I ever doubted that when I found out he was in a motorcycle club. Maybe that’s why sex with him is better, because I know who he is deep down, and I love everything about him. Now I can’t get enough, and neither can Winston apparently.
In fact, I think both of us may have been asleep when Winston’s hard cock just so happened to slip inside me from behind while we spooned. I’m not sure who initiated, all I know is we fucked nice and slow at first. Then, after Winston’s hand grabbed mine and guided it between my legs, pressing it on my clit, things got much more frantic until I started coming and he had to pull out to come on my ass.
“Fuck!” he exclaims from behind me as I melt disappointedly into the sheets. Sure, I had an orgasm, but it ended way too soon because we had to stop.
“Maybe we should try condoms again,” I suggest while gasping for breath.
“Hell no,” Winston grumbles. He’s quiet for several minutes before he asks, “Could you take a morning-after pill?”
“Every day?” I ask with a bark of laughter when I glance at him over my shoulder. “I don’t think it works that way.”
“Yeah. Fuck,” he huffs.
“Time to change the sheets again?”
“In a minute,” Winston replies. “It’s only…six a.m.”
“Did I start that round or did you?” I ask, and hear one of his rare chuckles.
“No clue.”
“You should finish in my mouth next time,” I urge him. “I can get myself off again easier when I’m sucking your dick.”
“Jesus Christ!” he grumbles. “Now I’m hard again.”
“Sorry, not sorry,” I tell him before I roll over and climb on top of him to hop on for another ride. “Oh god.” I gasp as I impale myself on his shaft. “That never gets old.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Winston agrees, reaching up to squeeze my tits.
“Is it always like this for you…or is it different with me?” I ask as I start to slide up and down, up and down, a little faster each time.
“Different,” he grunts. “Better with you.”
Thank goodness it isn’t one-sided.
“Tell me…when you’re…close…so I can stop.”
“And you’re gonna suck me off?” he asks between groans.
“Yes.”
“Just like…our first time,” he remarks as his eyelids grow heavy, but he doesn’t take his eyes off me. “God, that was so. Fucking. Good. I watched it over and over again…”
I slam myself down him one last time and then freeze. “You did what?” I ask, thinking I must have heard him wrong.
Grinning lazily, he says, “I had to steal the surveillance footage so, of course, I watched it a few times.”
“A few?”
“Fine. A lot,” he admits with a widening grin, complete with dimples, that seems almost foreign on his grumpy face. It makes him look like a completely different man. A happier one. A gorgeous, happy, incredibly sexy man. Then Winston says, “Hard to feel guilty about that when I got fired for taking the video and for fucking up with the Camaro.”