Chapter 21 Gracie Mae
Gracie Mae
Some time in the early morning Oak must have carried me to bed because I wake up alone.
It doesn’t surprise me. Oak hasn’t known peace since he enlisted.
And I’m making it my mission, my fight, to show him that the peace he’s desperately searching for, the peace he’s dying fighting for, is a reality he can have.
Oak giving in was his own way of asking, no, pleading, for help.
And that’s exactly what I am going to do.
When he’s too weak I’ll put him over my shoulders and carry him to safer travels. When he’s wounded I’ll patch him up. When he’s too exhausted I’ll stay up on guard so he can rest.
My heart that I wear proudly and maybe naively on my sleeve will give him every beat.
And I know what that sounds like.
And I know what it feels like.
It feels a lot like the ‘L’ word.
And I know without a doubt I do.
I love Oak.
Wanting to freshen up before I see him I rise out of bed and I feel a deep ache that I honestly have never felt before.
Fuck, last night was the most mind blowing erotic pleasurable night of my entire existence.
Oak fucked me last night like a man who hadn’t fucked in ages.
There was a roughness in the way he handled me that I more than enjoyed, I fucking loved it.
As I walk in the en-suite bathroom I turn on the light and look at myself in the mirror.
Wow.
My blonde hair is in compete disarray. My makeup is all smeared as if I had a night out on the town. And my skin is flushed.
I looked thoroughly fucked.
A little giggle escapes me and I clamp my hand over my mouth to silence the sound.
Opening the medicine cabinet I find makeup wipe removers and I silently thank the ladies for remembering to have them here for me.
As I take off my makeup, scrubbing my face clean, I can’t help the smile that stays glued to my face.
Feeling giddy and pleased with myself I turn on the shower and set the temperature to a warm setting before going in.
I close my eyes as I let the warm water splash across my face and glide down my body. I even let out a moan at how good it feels under the pressure of the shower head.
Turning my back to the stream I grab the shampoo the Old Ladies at Vipers MC have so kindly stocked me with. My heart swells with affection knowing just how much they did for me.
Closing my eyes once again I tip my head back and rinse out the shampoo.
As I’m halfway through rinsing out my thick hair I hear the shower curtain being pushed open.
Opening one of my eyes I find Oak in all his glory stepping inside the shower with me.
And despite how sore I am my pussy clenches at the sight of him.
Clearly she didn’t get the memo on how walking has literally proved to be discomforting for me at the moment.
Oak’s eyes do a sweep of my body and I feel my blood humming in my veins. His eyes linger on my breasts and then the flare of my hips before they return with a hunger on my own.
I lick my lips and his eyes follow my tongue. “For how big you are it should be impossible for you to move that quietly.” Still, I find it in myself to sass him while I physically ache for him to touch me.
Acting as a predator who is closing in on his prey he takes a step towards me. His eyes darken but it doesn’t quell the desire flowing through his blood like lava. “You can thank my times as a Marine for that.”
Wanting to get that dark look out of his eyes I ask him with a seductive purr, “And who do I thank for this sexy as sin body?”
His eyes lighten then, the dark past vanishing before my eyes. “You can thank me for that.”
I close the distance between us and lay my hands flat on his broad muscled tattooed chest.
His body immediately yields to my touch.
“And how would you like me to thank you?”
Those lips of his tip up in a mischievous smirk. “Trust me, baby, I can think of more ways than one.”
“Then tell me,” I say to him in a husky tone that exposes how horny I am for him.
Taking my wrists he removes my hands from his chest and crosses them behind my back. With this motion my breasts jut out and the water glides off my peaked nipples.
“As much as I’d love those lips wrapped around my cock again,” he says in a voice that’s throaty, “I’d rather be inside your tight wet cunt.”
My pussy clenches at his words and I can feel the slickness between my thighs.
Bounding my wrists in one of his hands he glides the other up my body and the outer swell of my breast before rubbing his thumb over my nipple.
Not ashamed in the slightest and knowing it pleases him I moan loudly. His cock twitches against my stomach.
“Do you want that, baby? Do you want to feel me stretching your tight pussy until you ache all over?”
“I already do,” I pant.
His smirk is a self satisfied one now. “That’s because your cunt needs to get used to my cock.”
He rubs my nipple in maddening circles and it has my hips moving restlessly. When I can formulate a response I reply, “Oak, your cock is massive. I don’t think anyone can get used to that.”
He raises a brow. With that dominant tone he tells me, “But I’m not talking about anyone, Grace. I’m talking about you.”
“Oak,” his name comes out as a whimper.
With a brow raised he asks me, “So did you lie to me when you said you could handle anything? Did you lie when you said you can handle me?”
Fuck, that tone. That sexy as fuck commanding tone has my pussy pulsating and dripping.
I shake my head from side to side as my tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip.
His hand snakes up my neck and then he pinches my chin between his fingers. “Words, Grace,” he demands from me.
“I didn’t lie.”
“No?”
“No,” I say as firmly as I can but my voice comes out on a breath.
“Then you’ll take my cock like the good girl you promised me you are and you’ll come all over it.”
Before I can even agree to his demands he hoists me up on him and slams my back on the tiles of the shower wall and sinks his cock all the way inside me in one powerful thrust.
Holy motherfucking fuck.
“Oak!” I cry out his name as I feel myself stretching around him. Before I can get well adjusted he pulls back and slams back in.
I wrap my arms around his neck and my ankles hook around his lower back.
With his brutal pace it’s clear he was holding back from me last night.
What I had thought was Oak fucking me last night is nothing compared to this.
This, this bruising and fast paced rhythm is pure fucking.
And I love it.
His swollen cock batters my walls causing an ache that brings both pleasure and pain.
And I’m starting to realize that sex with Oak will always blur the lines between the two. One will not simply exist without the other.
I bite down on his shoulder as a scream wants to rip free. That little slice of pain from my teeth only causes him to fuck me harder.
With every thrust he says to me, “Tell. Me. You’re. Mine.”
My fingers tangle in the ends of his hair and I raise my head to meet his heated gaze. “I’m yours,” I say breathlessly. I then add because it’s the truth and he has to know, “I’ll always be yours.”
That sets his icy blue eyes ablaze. The sounds of our sex slamming against each other overpowers the sound of the shower.
I can feel the familiar build up starting in my lower abdomen and fraying every one of my nerve endings. My eyes roll to the back of my head and Oak growls in my ear.
I fucking love hearing him just as much as he loves hearing me.
I love knowing that I affect him so profoundly.
“Eyes on me, baby” he orders and my eyes flash open to meet his. His eyes can set my skin on fire. “You’re close aren’t you?”
“So fucking close.”
“So am I, baby. You’re going to come with me and look me in the eyes as you do. Touch yourself, Grace. Touch your clit like I would.”
I obey his command and slip my hand down my body to my pussy.
I touch my clit gently at first and he narrows his eyes at me.
“I said like I would, Grace. Rough and hard. Do it now.” And I do just as he says.
I rub against my clit with rough strokes and it has me seeing stars.
“That’s it,” he says encouragingly. “You take direction so well, baby. You love submitting to me, don’t you? ”
I flick my clit harder and I answer on whimper, “I do. I’ll do anything you say.”
“And that’s why you were made for me.”
“I’m about to come,” I tell him.
“So am I.”
I flick my clit harder and it takes everything in me to keep my eyes open. I’m on the precipice of coming. The only thing that is holding me back is for Oak’s command to tell me to.
He thrusts hard and as he’s about to slam into me he growls, “Now, Grace. Fucking come all over my cock.” And with that command when he slams back into me and my walls clench around him my orgasm hits me deep and violent.
I rest my head in the juncture of the space between his neck and shoulder and ride out the everlasting waves.
Oak pulls out at the very last second and comes all over my stomach. The hot liquid coming out like thick rope that almost seems as if it’s never ending.
His body sags against mine, making my back plaster to the shower tiled wall, as he’s finished.
Honestly, I don’t know how the man has the strength to keep himself up, let alone the both of us.
“You know,” I begin breathy, “I came in here to get clean.”
He chuckles, a rich sound that I want to hear again and again. “I couldn’t resist,” he says simply.
A lazy smile adorns my face. “Will you ever be able to resist me?” I tease him.
He looks down at me then, his ice blue eyes tender. “Never.”
Gliding my hand from around his neck I then bring it to caress his beautiful face. He leans into my touch and my heart melts. Keeping his eyes on mine he kisses my palm and then rests his cheek back on my hand. His eyes are soft and tender. The most vulnerable I have ever seen them.
I swallow down all the emotions that want to burst free. I bite down on the ‘L’ word that wants to escape.