Brick settles in between my legs and I let a moan out as his tongue fights with mine. The kiss went for being desperate to demanding. My body has already submitted to him. My mind has submitted along with my heart and body. Gone is the ten-year vow. In its place I don’t even know. Just the here and now. Just live, live in the moment. That last thought echoes through me, mind, body and soul.
Brick’s hands leave my hair, my shirt is leaving my body as he breaks the kiss. I tug at his shirt. He takes his cut off and lays it over the bar and his shirt is gone. I don’t get to look at his tattooed torso before his lips are back on mine. There are no words spoken, neither of us wants to break the spell. I’m scared to say anything, that this might stop. That he might stop and take me home.
Eyes closed, I feel my bra following my shirt as his hands cup my too small breast and he rolls my nipples against his finger and thumb. I moan into his mouth. “So, fucking receptive to my touch.” He states around my lips. He pinches my nipples a little hard and I moan louder as his lips leave mine to travel down my neck. His hot mouth finds one of my nipples as he takes it in his mouth. I grind against his hard cock. He growls around my nipple. He picks me up from the bar stool, his mouth not leaving my skin.
We travel down a hallway I didn’t see before. I feel the bed against my back as he puts me down. He stands back and I take the moment to really take him in. I never get enough of his chiseled chest and wash board abs. His arms flex as he takes me in. After a month of fucking this feels different, like it is the first time all over again. I feel my skin flush as his dark eyes take me in. I feel like I am completely naked under his gaze, like my soul has been bared to him.
“Your fucking beautiful.” His hands are pulling off my jeans slowly, as I lay exposed to him, completely. He pushes out a breath between his teeth as I watch his eyes take in my pussy, I know I am wet, I can feel the heat and feel how the cool air in the house makes my thighs cold. “Your so fucking wet, all for me.” I nod my head not wanting to speak, closing my eyes I hear his belt being taking off. Knowing when I open my eyes, he will be standing naked in front of me. with his glorious cock on full display standing at attention.
I open my eyes and take him in. His cock free, large and hard. My mouth is watering wanting to taste him. I lick my lips expectantly. “Not tonight, babe.” He tells me. He takes a step towards me, fisting his cock, I groan as I watch him. Instinctively my legs fall open further for him. The bed dips with his weight as he nestles himself between my legs. “Are you on the pill?” He asks bringing my mind back to the forefront. “Yes.”
His lips catch mine again as my hands raise to his back, I feel the head of his cock against my pussy. he slowly enters me, we have never gone this slow before, it is torture. He rocks in, then out slow. In then out slowly, when he hits the hilt and is buried in me completely. “Damn you feel good, so fucking good.” My back arches against him as he slowly rocks in and out.
I can feel an orgasm starting in my core. It is too much, coming them leaving. He is bringing me almost to climax then slowing down. It feels like torture. “Brick, please.” I beg him.
“Please, what?”
“Please, make me come. Brick please.”
I feel his pace pick up. “Korey, look at me.” I open my eyes to see his eyes boring into me.
“Your mine, Korey your mine.” Brick states as he picks up the pace. “Who do you belong to?” Those words do something to my body, I can feel the orgasm building in me.
“Yours, Brick, I’m yours.” I have never wanted to belong to anyone before, but damn it all to hell. I want to be his, I want him to be mine. Brick pulls out I whimper at the loss of him. He flips me over on all fours. He enters me slamming against me. “Whose pussy am I fucking?” He slams into me hard my arms almost giving out as I feel the orgasm hit me, when I yell out. “Yours, Brick, my pussy, my body is yours!”
“Fuck” he roars as he finds his release. He fills me up with is come, so much I can feel our mixture on my thighs. He rolls over pulling me with him. My back is to his front, his arm draped over me. Both our breathing is labored. I am pretty sure I can’t walk right now. After a few minutes of basking being in his arms for the first time in his house. It has pretty much been a hit it and quit it type of sex. It has been great but who am I kidding, I have craved this for a long time. Even before Brick came along. The silence is present, but it is comforting, listening to his breathing even out, and feeling his chest pressed up against my back. I let out a sigh of content.
“Stay here tonight.” Brick tells me. It isn’t a question but a demand.
“What about Amy? I don’t want her to think I am using her.” I tell him turning over in his arms. Looking at him, he frowns for a second, then it is gone.
“I doubt she would think that, but I will handle it.” I watch as he gets up and retrieves his phone from his pocket. He types away on his phone. Watching as his triceps flex as his fingers move across the screen I sigh. I haven’t had anyone do something for me in a long time.
His phone dings with a response from whoever he is talking to. “Stink Eye, says that Sadie and Sean can stay at their house tonight.”
“Will that be okay, I uh mean I don’t want to intrude on them.” I try to get out. I hate having to ask someone to help. I feel guilty already, trying to have a night away.
Brick smiles at me and presses another button. “Hey, Stink. Got a question for you.” He puts the phone on speaker. “Go ahead, Babe ask him.” I blush and narrow my eyes at him.
“Y’all don’t mind watching my kids do you. I don’t want to intrude…” I don’t get to finish my sentence before I can hear him laughing over the phone.
“Woman, do you. Next time let your man take care of you.” The phone clicks off. Guess that was it. Nothing to worry about, I guess.
I scrunch up my nose and look at Brick. His smile takes my breath away. It softens up his features. He has slight hint of crow’s feet starting when he smiles. It tells me that he has spent a lot of time in the sun, probably ridding into the sunset. His full lips gives, way to straight white teeth. I smile back at him in spite of myself.
For the moment he is all mine, for however long that is. We lay back down in his bed. I thought the king size bed was huge, the California king he has, holds so much space that I shouldn’t disturb him too much in my fitful sleep. We lay back down on the bed in a contented silence. He breaks the silence.
“So, Korey, what makes you tick?” Brick is laying on his side drawing lazy circles on my bare skin. His head is propped up with his hand bent at the elbow. He looks like a wolf waiting to pounce. My pussy clenches just from looking at him.
“I really don’t know. I guess my kids. That’s why I wanted a job. You know, so I wasn’t just a stay at home mom.” I shrug my shoulders. Like that answers his question. He gives me a small laugh at my answer.
“So, your kids, that what makes you not give a fuck?” he tries again.
“Well, no.” I have never had someone question why I am the way I am. Thinking about it, I know who influenced me the most. “Grams had a lot to do with that. After my parents died, she took us in. she was always different. But when she took us, something changed. She was a little freer, like she just didn’t care, you know. Any way she taught me not to care, to always look for freedom in the night sky in the moon.”
“Ah, so that’s why you wanted a ride under the full moon. Makes since. Riding is like freedom.” He answers for me.
“Yeah, it feels like flying. It’s amazing really it is.” I smile up at him.
“You enjoy it that much huh?”
“Yeah, I do. It is kind of like getting a new tattoo, addicting.” He laughs at my sorry excuse of an analogy. “So, how did you get into tattooing?” I always wondered how he got started.
“Well, Charlie took me under his wing. I enjoyed doodling, and he helped me to master it. The rest is history.” When he spoke the worry from is face at the memories from his mentor, makes me smile. But the words sink in
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“Wait a minute, you said Charlie.” Things started to click into place, that tattoo that I saw the first time in his shop, was Grams. “Did, um, did Charlie have, I dunno a girlfriend named Isabel?” I tried. The smile was gone from his face.
“Uh, Yeah. He did have a sweetie. That is what we call a girlfriend. After she left, he got sick. He left the shop to me before he died. We never heard from her again. It was sad really. We all thought the two of them was going to settle down. He even claimed her before she left.” He frowned at his memory. “Did you know Isabel or something?”
Oh shit, shit, Charlie his mentor was my Grams Ol’ Man. Oh my god. This is awesome but is sucks so much. He got sick after she left and because of us she couldn’t come back to him. Why didn’t she move us here? Things could have been so much different.
“Maybe, my Grams name was Isabel, she told me before she died about her love, Charlie. She didn’t want to leave. But she said she felt the need to raise us in Texas at her old house. I didn’t understand why she left him. I mean she could raise us with him.”
He laughs at me this time. “Now it makes perfect sense. Old Charlie didn’t like kids, never had them, never wanted them. Damn the luck though. We could have started this back then.” He leaned in and kissed me. We laid down together and I rested my head against his chest. Before long he fell asleep and I looked at all his tattoos on his body. Creepy I know, but I loved a man with tattoos.
I took in he bleeding heart with his parents names, that one I saw many times. It covered his right pec and was a beautiful memorial tattoo. His other pec was clear of ink. He had scroll work down on his abdomen Sinner by choice I wanted to trace the letters but I didn’t dare. Looking down further at hos hip tattoo that I never paid attention to, my breath caught he had my tiger drawing tattooed on him. I traced the drawing with out realizing I was doing it. I liked that he was the only one that had it. The coloring was beautiful her eyes were done in a dark yellow that looked into my soul. She was fierce and beautiful all at the same time.
Brick’s hand covered mine and I jumped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” I smiled sheepishly.
“I didn’t know she was off limits. The damn tiger spoke to me.” His voice was deep ad low.
“I’m kind of glad it was you that got the work done.”
“Yeah, your not mad?”
I thought it was sweet that he was worried that I might be mad over a choice that he made. “Tell me, what does it mean to you?” He brought his hand up to cup my face.
“She reminds me to be vigilant, to be fierce at all times and to never back down from a fight.” I nod my head at him. “That was why I drew her.” I admitted to myself more than anyone.
“Trust me babe, she gets the point across.” I look at him for a second before I lay back down and snuggle up to him. “Yeah, she does.” Brick goes back to running his fingers up and down my spine and I slowly drift to sleep with a smile on my face.
***
I had fallen asleep, I don’t know what time it was, but I could feel Brick. “Oh, god.” I moaned out still half asleep. Brick was under the covers and his tongue was doing delicious things to my body.
“Is that a good ‘oh, god’ or a bad ‘oh, god’?” Brick said mimicking my moan.
“A good one.” He chuckled going back to work.
“Fuck you taste good.” I could feel the rumble of his deep voice against my tingling flesh. I felt his fingers making their way up my thigh and finding my center as his mouth and tongue focused on my bud of nerves.
“Brick, Brick. I’m, oh, I’m gonna.” Was all I got out when it hit me. I tried to find purchase on the sheets, I could feel my back arch as Brick held my hips down with his other arm. Keeping me planted in place as he kept working my body like a tightly strung guitar.
“I need you inside me Anthony.” I heard myself say.
“I want you to ride me this time.” Brick huskily stated. He kissed his way back up to me. I could taste myself on his lips, and it kicked my desire for him into overdrive. He rolled us over and I was on top of him.
I impaled myself on his cock and groaned as I slowly sunk down on him. From this angle I could feel him inside me hitting my sweet spot. “So good.” I tell him as I slide down his big cock. I lost myself as I let the moment of control take over. With my head thrown back I felt his hands on my ass. As he brought me down harder on his cock. I stopped and leaned forward so I could make sure he heard me. “I am fucking my cock, whose cock am I fucking?” I threw his words back at him. He stilled and smiled, “Yours, my cock is yours.” He mimicked my answer from before. I nodded and continued to impale myself on him.
Digging my nails in his pecs, Brick found my clit and sent me over the edge. As I was orgasming, he rolled us over and took control. He fucked me hard and deep bringing out another orgasm from me. “Who’s pussy. am I fucking?” he asked through his teeth. When he sounded all growly and in control my body gets even more worked up. I feel my mind reeling as he continues to thrust hard in me, my back arched deep as I yelled out my response and my body convulsing around him. “Yours.” As soon as the words fell out of my mouth Brick roared his release.
He Kissed me gently as out bodies came down from our euphoria. When he was soft, he slowly pulled out of me. I rolled over against him and snuggled into him. My arm over his chest, I sighed a content sigh.
“I could get used to this.” I think I hear him say in a soft voice as I drift into sleep. I don’t remember ever being this content. As my mind was going groggy, I tried to remember a time in my adult life that I felt this content. As sleep slowly took me, I couldn’t find a memory.
I woke up to Brick running his finger against my arm. I wasn’t quite in the same spot, but close. I am one of the wild sleepers, even in a king size bed I woke up the other day at the end of the bed with my ass in the air. I generally have at least four pillows and all four always make it the floor.
“Your beautiful in the morning.” Brick says as I look up at him. I give him a small smile. A girl could get used to hearing that.
“Your telling me I didn’t kick you out of bed?” I ask half joking. He laughs out loud.
“Honey, do you see where you are?” I looked at him confusion sinking in. I look around and we are indeed at the foot of the bed. No pillows to be seen except for the one under his head. My head is in the crook of his arm and the blankets are tangled around my legs.
“Oh my god.” I tried to hide my face. Somehow, I took him with me. In my wild sleep rodeo. I only hope I didn’t hit him or kick him.
“It’s a good thing I sleep light, or I might have gotten hit a few times. Woman you kick like a mule in your sleep.” He laughs when I swat at his chest.
“Well at least one pillow made it.” I grin at him.
“Nope, I had to find it on the floor. I don’t think I have ever seen someone move so much in their sleep.”
“Well, what can I say, at least my ass wasn’t in the air.”
“Wanna bet? Woman I woke up to your face in my crotch. At first I was getting excited until you snored.”
“I do not snore.” I half yelled at him. The smirk he gave me told me he might be joking. Although I wouldn’t past my sleeping self. God, I have never been more embarrassed of my sleep habits.
“You always move around that much?” He looks at me seriously.
“You should see me in a nightmare.” I half laugh. It was true when I had a nightmare shit got real. I punched my dad when he tried to wake me up when I was a kid. I guess the only good thing is that I don’t talk in my sleep.
“Damn, I might lose a limb.” He laughs.
“If I had a pillow, I would throw it at you.” I laugh at the irony that the only one is the one he found on the floor.
“How many times have you fallen out of bed?” he laughs when I shriek at him. “C’mon lets, get some food, then maybe a shower.” He smirks at me and winks as he rolls out of the bed. I laugh at him when he shakes his head at m
e as I try to untangle my self from the sheets. “I’ll be in the kitchen, making us some breakfast.” He tells me as I watch him pull on a pair of boxers. I watch his retreating form and have to snap my jaw shut.
I get out and find his shirt on the floor and pull it over my head. It is like a dress on me, coming down to just above my knees. I take a whiff and moan, the smell of bad boy cologne, leather and Brick, messes with my hormones as I feel myself getting wet from the just the smell of him.
I try to find all the pillows and make the bed. I think about yesterday and everything that happened. We are going to see where this goes between us. In two years, I haven’t thought about have an actual relationship. Sure, he didn’t outright say, ‘be my girlfriend’ or ‘sweetie’ like Anthony said they called their girlfriends. The little bit of research I did gave a little insight of what is expected of a woman or an Ol’ Lady of an MC. Pretty much, next time I am at the clubhouse I am to be seen not heard. Don’t speak unless spoken to, and above all always respect your man. Which isn’t really problem. I mainly hung out with the other women at the party anyway. The thought of being less than, kind of rubs me wrong. But the way Anthony treats me in private, behind closed doors, is anything but less than. I see how happy Amy is with her Ol’ Man. I haven’t seen him treat her with anything other than like a woman needs to be. Anyone can see the love that man has for her.
I can’t tell the future, but I hope like hell everything winds up being better than what I have had in the past. The sex is off the charts, the man is withholding but aren’t we all. I know I am, I haven’t talked about how Sadie was conceived with anyone. The only person that knows is my ex. He still laughs about it to this day.
I can smell something good coming from the kitchen in Brick’s home. The smell draws me out of my depressed mood. I don’t know how long I was in my thoughts but apparently enough for the smell of cooking food to make its way in here.
Chapter 15
Korey
“Smells good.” I tell Anthony when I find my way to the kitchen. In the daylight I can see more. The kitchen is all updated with stainless steel appliances. Anthony is standing shirtless with his back to me. I don’t know how I never noticed the tattoo that takes up his whole back. He has the image from the back of cut taking up the whole space.
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