Chapter 14 – Belle
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
BELLE
Night? Night? Was he serious? I sit up and switch my lamp on. “Are you serious?” I ask.
He squints his eyes, glancing at me while laid on his back with one arm behind his head. He looks like something from one of those dirty calendars. I look down and see that he is still rock hard, and by the looks of it, practically bursting out of his jeans.
I raise my brow. “You are just going to sleep with that?” I point.
“Eventually,” he answers.
“That doesn’t seem fair. I get that you won’t touch me, because you know, in the words of Monty Python, every sperm is sacred, but that’s got to be painful,” I point out.
“You watched Monty Python?” he asks with a smirk on his face.
“I think you’re getting off topic here,” I say, rolling my eyes.
I bite my lip, feeling brazen. “I want to do something. Will you let me?” I ask.
His jaw tightens, but he nods. I smile and take in a deep breath before I reach for the hem of my dress and lift it over my head. Kneeling next to him in nothing but my bra, I reach behind and unclasp it, freeing my breasts. I cover my stomach with my hands, feeling a little anxious.
“Don’t,” he growls. I look at him and slowly remove my hands. I reach for the waist of his jeans and I begin to slide the zipper down. “Belle,” he warns.
“I know you don’t want to touch me until I’m sure, but that doesn’t mean I can’t touch you,” I tell him. I grab his jeans and he raises his hips, lifting himself off of the bed so I can pull them down. “Holy Fuck!” I blurt out as I free his ginormous pierced dick.
Beast chuckles. “Why do you think I’m called Beast, darlin’?” he asks.
“I thought it was because you’re built, and your arms are like the Hulk’s,” I state as I lean my head closer to look at his dick.
“Darlin’, as much as I’m enjoying your reaction, can you not examine my dick like it’s some kind of weird growth?” He smirks.
“I mean, it kind of is. It’s not far off a third leg, but with a nice piece of jewellery, and I mean, look at the girth of it! I don’t think we will be able to have sex, because there is no way it will fit,” I point out before flicking his piercing.
Beast wraps his fist around his dick and begins moving it up and down. “You going to stare all night, or were you planning on doing something?” he asks, his voice husky with arousal.
“Right,” I say, shaking my head to get over the shock. I tentatively go to wrap my hand around his dick. He quickly removes his hand and places it over mine, guiding me. “I mean, this is going to need more than one hand,” I say, using both of my hands. Beast groans before he removes his hand. As I use both of my hands, I look at him and see that his eyes are hooded as he watches me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groans.
I smile, keeping eye contact with him. I remove one of my hands and lean forward, taking the tip into my mouth. He lets out a deep growl as he watches me take in as much as I can, until I feel him hit the back of my throat. I lift my head back up and swirl my tongue around his piercing before I begin bobbing my head up and down, sucking. He grips my hair in his hand as he watches, and I make sure to keep my eyes on him.
His jaw is gripped tight, his chest heaving as I feel him twitch in my mouth. “I’m going to cum. Darlin’, fuck,” he groans. I keep going, but he pulls me off and flips me onto my back, straddling himself over me. I watch as he moves his hand hard and fast up and down his length, his entire body tensing before he releases a deep guttural groan as he climaxes, spilling himself all over my body. “Spread it all over your body,” he pants.
I spread his cum all over my breasts and stomach before I take my finger and place it into my mouth, taking my turn to suck his arousal off my finger. I’m merely copying what he’d done, but apparently, it’s the right thing to do as he moans.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he states.
Damn it, I feel turned on again.
He rolls next to me, pulling me close to him, both of us now completely naked, with Beast spooning me from behind.
“Should I not shower?” I ask.
“No,” he answers.
“You know, technically you are touching me, and if I wiggle…” I pause, wiggling my behind, feeling his dick starting to get hard again. I laugh as he grabs my hip firmly, stopping me from moving.
“Go to sleep,” he orders.
“Okay,” I sigh.
We lay there in silence for a moment. “Beast?” I call out.
“Hhm,” he answers.
I pause for moment, wondering how I can explain how I feel. Instead, I chicken out. “Good night,” I whisper.
The next morning, I wake up to an empty bed. Sitting up, I squint and look around the room to see the sunlight streaming in through the windows. I get up and walk over to the large draws on the opposite side of the room and after opening one of them, I find his T-shirts. I quickly pull one out and put it on before wandering off to look for Beast.
As I make my way downstairs, I walk through the living area and enter the kitchen. He is nowhere to be found. I frown, pausing for a moment, wondering where he could be. I notice a door open to the side of the kitchen and after walking over, I look through it to see a set of stairs that lead down to the basement. Walking down the steps, I realise it’s not your normal basement; he’s had this one refurbished with crisp white walls and bright lights that make it light and airy.
Hearing panting noises, I scrunch my face up, wondering what the hell he is doing. It’s not until I reach the bottom that I see Beast is stood there in nothing but a pair of shorts and trainers, with a baseball cap and headphones while lifting weights. His muscled back is covered with a sheen of sweat.
I creep further into the room, not wanting to disturb him, but the wall opposite is one big mirror. I catch his eye and he smiles wide. Placing down his weights, he removes his headphones, and turns and walks over to me, not saying a word. His hands cup my face before he brings his mouth down to mine, kissing me like he hasn’t seen me in years.
He breaks the kiss. “Good morning, beautiful.” He smiles against my lips.
“Morning,” I whisper.
I run my fingertips across his stomach, feeling his muscles twitch from my touch. “Hungry?” he asks.
I raise my brow and smile. “Depends on what you mean by hungry?” I ask.
He laughs. “Damn, I’ve awoken a demon.” He leans down and places a chaste kiss on my lips.
“A beast and a demon, sounds like a perfect match,” I joke.
He takes my hand in his. “Come on, before I bend you over my weights bench and fuck you,” he states.
At this point, I wouldn’t mind that. Entering the kitchen, he spins around and picks me up. “No! Beast don’t, I’m too heavy,” I protest, tensing. He ignores me and lifts me with ease, seating me on the kitchen counter before he kisses me again.
“Don’t ever let me hear you say that again,” he states.
“But I am heavy,” I state.
“You’re nothing but perfect,” he states while opening the fridge. After pulling out some eggs, bacon and fruit, he moves around the kitchen, placing the bacon in a pan. He then begins to crack some eggs in a bowl and whisking them before he starts chopping up some fruit.
“So, you’re a bit of a health nut?” I state.
His eyes come to mine. “No darlin’, I just appreciate good food and home cooking.”
I smile. “Did your mom teach you how to cook?” I ask.
His smile falls and he shakes his head. “My mom was a useless bitch, and my old man wasn’t much better. Mrs. Neal taught me how to cook some stuff, and the rest I learnt on my own,” he answers.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I—” I pause, not really knowing what to say.
He stops chopping the fruit and places himself between my legs. He reaches behind me and places his hands on my back, stroking them up and down. “Don’t apologise for my shitty upbringing. My father beat me, and he beat my mom. They were both drunks. They didn’t feed me. I survived on scraps from the dumpster or what Mrs. Neal fed me. I learned some from her, and the rest I learned on my own,” he explains.
My heart aches for him, for what he went through growing up. “Sounds like this Mrs. Neal was an angel.” I smile.
His eyes warm. “She was. She took me in, and she fed me when she had hardly anything herself. As soon as I was old enough to work, I would give her my wages to help her.” He lets out a small laugh. “But fuck me, that woman could hit.” He laughs, shaking his head. “If I gave her any shit, she would hand me my ass.”
“How come you joined the MC?” I ask.
He smiles. “I was getting shit from my boss, at a crappy garage I worked at. He was chewing my ass out because I refused to do a temporary fix on a car. It was his thing; do a temporary fix, charge the customers for a full fix, then they would be back within the month with the same issue, where he would then do a full fix, charging them double.” He shakes his head. “Anyway, Ghost rode in with a couple of the brothers. He wanted some oil or something, I can’t remember. My boss tried to say he had shit wrong with his bike, trying to scam him, and Ghost called him out on it. My boss went nuts, tried to use me as his muscle. Instead, I asked if they had space for me, and that was it.” He shrugs. Leaning forward, he places a kiss on my nose before returning his attention back to the bacon.
Sitting down and eating breakfast together, on our own without the loud chatter and laughter of the rest of the club feels extremely intimate. I find myself wondering what I should say. I feel like I’m on a proper date. Which is ironic considering I had his dick in my mouth last night.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
He places a fork full of eggs into his mouth and smirks. “What do you think it is?” he counters. Taking a sip of his coffee, his playful blue eyes light with mischief.
I shake my head. “Um, Gerald,” I suggest.
He leans back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head. “Guess again,” he states, a smile playing on his lips.
I shrug. “I don’t know. It could literally be anything. Can you at least tell me what it starts with?” I plead.
“How about we make this interesting?” he suggests. Leaning forward on his elbows, he rubs his thumb along his bottom lip.
I smile and nod. “You’re on.”
He stands, and before I can process what’s happening, he lifts me onto the dining table. “What are you…?”
He then lowers to his knees before me and glides his hands up my calves, going right past my knees, where he pushes my legs apart. I have no underwear on, and his eyes flicker to between my legs before he slowly licks his lips.
Pausing, he looks up at me. “Like the game Hangman, but instead for every letter you guess correctly, I will reward you. The closer you get to getting it right, the closer I will get to the grand prize,” he states.
“I thought you weren’t going to touch me,” I breathe.
“Yeah well, that was until I had a taste of you last night,” he answers.
“But I’m on your dining table. People eat here,” I mutter.
He smiles. “That’s exactly what I plan on doing. Now, guess the first letter of my name, darlin’,” he demands, his lips hovering over my inner thigh.
“J?” I whisper in anticipation.
“Guess again.” He smiles.
I lick my lower lip, deciding to just start at the beginning of the alphabet and work my way through it. “A.”
He smiles. “Correct.” His lips caress my inner thigh, his teeth giving me a light nip, before his tongue sweeps across my skin. Then he stops. “Keep guessing, beautiful,” he prompts.
I nod. “B,” I breathe. The anticipation of wanting the feel of his lips on me is almost too much.
He shakes his head no. Closing my eyes, I guess again. “L.” Again, he shakes his head no. “Er, N,” I say, feeling desperate. He moves his mouth further along my inner thigh, kissing and nipping. A whimper escapes me when he stops. “D,” I guess. He smiles and continues further, his hands gripping my thighs as he continues to caress my inner thigh. He stops. “No, please,” I beg.
“Sorry darlin’, those aren’t the rules. Guess,” he growls.
My brain thinks immediately that his name must be Andrew. “W,” I guess. He shakes his head no. “What?” I pant. “A, B, C, D, E,” I breathe, reeling off the alphabet. Stopping at E, he moves closer this time, his lips just inches away from my centre. My hands grip the table tight while I enjoy the feel of his mouth, my brain desperately trying to figure out his name, when suddenly it clicks. He stops and looks up at me. I smile. “Anders,” I whisper.
His eyes spark and he smiles. “Thank fuck for that,” he growls before his mouth is on me. His tongue glides across my clit, causing me to gasp. He circles his tongue, over and over again, causing the most delicious and intense pressure.
“Oh, oh fuck,” I pant, surprised at this feeling; this new feeling of pleasure that is building. My hand grips his hair as his hands cup my behind, while he quite literally fucks me with his tongue. “Beast!” I call out.
“My name baby, you scream my name,” he orders before he sucks my clit. My body tenses, my legs clamp around him, and my hips buck as my orgasm explodes through me.
“Anders, I’m coming, fuck!” I scream, arching my back. He doesn’t slow up as he rides out my orgasm, right to the end.