Chapter 16 #2
“Hey Abbey.” JD leans in from the seat next to me and Ringo. “You want me to put that piece of shit in front of them so he gets covered in piss?”
Cringing, I shake my head as he refers to Daniel. “No, but thanks.”
“You want us to give him a taste of his own medicine?” Smitty’s voice makes me stiffen as he steps out from the bushes off to the side. I didn’t even know he was there.
Such a creepy fucker.
“We got a few men here that don’t mind cock and arse. We could show him what it’s like to be raped.”
Air gets trapped in my throat at Smitty’s words, and a growl rumbles in Ringo’s chest, clearly not happy with his President.
Those two have been off over the last few days. Ringo hasn’t said anything, but I can feel the tension radiating between them like it’s a living thing.
“Our club doesn’t rape,” Ringo barks, and Smitty shrugs.
“It’s just another form of torture. Wouldn’t hurt the fucker to know what it feels like.”
“No!” I burst up from Ringo’s lap, glaring at Smitty. “Absolutely not!”
His brows hitch, and his jaw ticks as he regards me. “Maybe you don’t have a say in it, Charity.”
Balling my fists, I take the three steps to close the distance between us, standing on my tiptoes to get up in his face.
“He’s my prisoner!” I snap, feeling like the blood in my veins is near boiling.
“No one touches him,” Ringo snaps, standing behind me, and Smitty grins like the Cheshire cat himself, holding up his hands and walking backwards casually.
“Fine. No one touches him.” He rolls his eyes, spinning on his heel and strutting off in a walk that reminds me of Captain Jack Sparrow.
“Is it just me, or is he getting more and more unhinged?” JD asks from beside us, and I shoot him a glare.
“You started it by suggesting they pee on Daniel.”
“Shit,” JD cringes. “Sorry, Abs. My bad.”
“I guess you’re next on Daniel watch then,” Ringo grumbles, jabbing a finger at his best mate. “I don’t fucking trust Smitty when he’s like this. We should’ve brought Celina along to keep him busy.”
“Fine. I’ll watch the rapist, but I’m not holding his dick if he needs to take a leak. That’s the prospect’s job.”
We all glance over at the newest prospect as he runs around picking up scraps of food the club brothers throw him to eat.
I shake my head, not interested in being around that stuff tonight.
“I’m going to bed.” I turn, hearing the guys call goodnight to me, and I make my way over to the Landy.
Ringo is only a few steps behind me, and I turn to him as I open up the back of the car.
“You don’t have to come to bed yet, Cam. You can stay and hang out with your club brothers.”
He shakes his head before I even finish talking.
“It’s cold. And the only thing I’m interested in is right here.” He grins, reaching out to pinch my arse.
I squeak as I scurry up into the back of the car where our made up bed is.
Turning, I watch as Ringo starts to undress outside, so I kick off my shoes and put them aside, before shuffling out of my jeans.
Ringo smirks watching me as I watch him, both of us shedding layers like we do every night when we go to bed.
Although most nights sex is involved. I guess tonight will be different since we are in the back of his car, and there are no curtains on the windows.
Ringo climbs up and closes us in a few minutes later, both of us bumping into each other as we manoeuvre in the small space to slip under the blankets to get warm.
“It’s gonna be a cold night, Angel. Make sure you cuddle up to me nice and close.”
I giggle as I settle against his side, his arm sliding under me as he draws me even closer.
“It is cold. Maybe I should put my hoodie back on.” I shiver, and Ringo reaches over with his other hand, running it up and down my bare back to help warm me.
“You won’t need clothes on,” he rasps into my hair, his lips pressing there a moment later.
“But it’s cold,” I whine, and he gives me a squeeze.
“You won’t be cold soon, Angel.”
I giggle at the little thrust of his hips, letting me know he’s already hard.
“We can’t have sex in here,” I point out, and he scoffs.
“Why the fuck not?”
“There’s not enough room.” I giggle, already starting to feel warmer from his body heat.
“It’s the perfect amount of room,” he says, gripping my thigh, and hitching it over his hip, opening me up. “Close quarters, Angel. No way to avoid brushing against each other.”
He does another one of his thrusts, and the head of his dick presses to my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“But someone might see in,” I weakly protest, melting against him as my body heats from the inside out.
“Let them. I don’t give a shit about anyone else but you right now,” he groans, before finding my lips with his.
His tongue is searing against mine in a kiss that goes on and on. So often we move straight onto other stuff, but this time, Ringo kisses me thoroughly, and who knew just that alone would have me whimpering with need.
“Fuck, Angel. I could kiss you all day,” he rasps, his facial hair tickling my neck as he nibbles down to my breasts.
Then, just like he does so often now, he licks and then sucks on my nipple, drawing it deep as my milk starts flowing into his mouth.
His magical hand slides down my body, finding my clit and circling it, quickly building the pleasure inside me to fever pitch.
When he’s done with one breast, he shifts to the other, grinding his hard shaft against my thigh as he drinks from me.
In a matter of minutes, I’m writhing against him, the sounds of the men outside slipping away as my focus shifts to everywhere he’s touching and kissing me.
Desperate to feel him too, I reach down between us, finding his erection and wrapping my hand around it.
He hisses in a sharp breath, the vibration of it teasing my nipple, and his fingers work faster over my sensitive bundle of nerves as I let myself go.
I cry out as the first spasm hits, his fingers speeding up in a relentless assault, dragging my climax out as wave after wave ripples through me.
When my hearing starts to return to normal, I realise how loud my panting is, and snap my eyes open in shock.
“Hey, beautiful.” Ringo grins, and embarrassment rushes over me at how well I can see him from the glow of lights coming in through the windows.
If I can see him, then he can see me.
“Making you come is better than me coming myself.”
My brows shoot up. “Really?”
“Fuck, yes.” He chuckles, brushing some of my hair back off my forehead. “I love how far you’ve come, Angel. How relaxed you are with me.”
Blushing, I bite my lip and nod. “I love that too. I’ve never felt safer.”
Smiling, Ringo brings his fingers up out of the blankets, licking them clean, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.
Holy moly. This guy could get me pregnant without even having sex if stares had that power. Thankfully, Dee slipped me a package the other day, and I’m now taking birth control, although I know I have to give it some time to be considered in the safe zone.
“Remember that first night you used my fingers?” Ringo asks, wiggling his fingers before my eyes, and I nod, remembering how he’d let me use them on myself. Let me be in control.
It had worked. God, just remembering the feel of his digits sliding through my…
“That was fucking hot.” Ringo grins, moving his hand to my breast, and cupping it.
“It was,” I agree. “I wanted more. I just…” Frowning, I shake my head at how frustrating it was that I couldn’t get past my trauma.
“I know, Angel. You don’t have to explain.”
“I want you now.” I smirk, giving his hard dick a squeeze, finally remembering that I’ve been holding on to it this entire time.
“You have me, Abs. Back then. Now. And always.”
He nips at my lips, and for another few moments, we get lost in a slow, sensual kiss of tongues and nips, and swallowing each other’s moans.
“Angel, I want to fuck you now, but it’s a tight squeeze in here with the mattress set up. You’re not going to be able to ride me, so do I have permission to go on top?”
“You don’t have to ask for permission anymore,” I tell him honestly, knowing the trigger of missionary no longer happens when it comes to him.
He nods. “I know, but I’m going to be right on top, Angel. Crushing your body into the mattress. Nose to nose. There’s no room for me to hold myself off you to give you space to breathe.”
I get what he’s saying, and I appreciate his concern for me. It may potentially feel smothering. A few months ago, I don’t think I would have coped. But now, with him, I’m totally fine with the idea of it.
“Just don’t hit your head.” I grin, and he shoots me a wink, quickly shuffling beneath the blanket so he can settle over me.
There’s something so intimate about being so close. Just the two of us in this cramped space, not able to fully move, but desperate to feel each other.
We both laugh when he hits his head, curses flying from his lips as he gets his foot tangled in the blanket, but eventually he gets comfy, his hard shaft pressed against my seam, teasing me, and I moan.
“You hungry for my cock, Angel?”
“Always,” I breathe, spreading my legs wider in the hope it slips in all on its own.
“You want to feel it stretch you open? Hit you deep?”
“Ringo,” I groan. “Put it in.”
He chuckles, deep and raspy, lifting his hips a fraction, causing his tip to glide through my folds, finding my entrance.
“Here you go,” he breathes, his dark eyes locked on mine. “Open wide, Angel.”
I relax as his tip presses just inside, and when he shifts closer, his dick sinks in, giving me that stretch he was talking about.
He moves agonisingly slow, thrusting in, rolling his hips, pushing me further into the mattress before retreating. Over and over, my entire body ignites from the tease, already wired to come again.
Travelling my hands down over his shoulders and back, I dig my nails into his arse cheeks, loving the hiss of breath that leaves him, and the way his thrusts grow more urgent.
When he rears up, trying to get deeper, he hits his head, and we both pant out a laugh before the frustration of it settles in.
“We’re gonna need a little extra, Angel,” he grunts, still grinding into me.
“Extra?” I pant, wondering if he packed the pink dildo he was talking about yesterday, but then his hand slips between us, and I figure he’s about to give my clit some attention.
“I’m gonna stretch you extra wide tonight,” he tells me as his fingers bypass my clit and go straight for where he’s thrusting in and out of me.
“Ohhh,” I moan as he squeezes a couple of his fingers in past his dick, curling them up inside me.
“I want to hit all your spots,” he pants, thrusting harder as his thumb presses to my clit.
“Cam,” I half cry, half moan as his fingers quickly spike my pleasure.
“Fuck, Angel. You need to feel this,” he pants as my nails dig harder into the globes of his arse.
“Yes,” I whimper, not really sure what I’m saying yes to.
“Give me your hand… down here.” He thrusts fast. “Quickly, Angel.”
I do as he demands, slipping my hand between my legs, feeling his shaft sliding in and out as he withdraws his fingers.
“Slip yours inside,” he orders. “Three or four.”
I don’t even get a chance to hesitate, his hand guiding mine until I feel the hot wetness of myself as three of my fingers squeeze inside me, past Ringo’s dick.
“Fuck yes,” Ringo hisses, his whisky eyes nearly blown. “You’re such a dirty girl. Can you feel how well you’re taking us both?”
“Yes,” I moan, grinding the heel of my palm against my clit, and I curl my fingers inside.
“You can take more. Add a fourth finger for me.” He pants, thrusting faster, his eyes trained on mine, and I do exactly as he asks, feeling my pleasure build. “Fuuuck, yes. Are you stretched nice and wide?”
I nod against the pillow, and his hand slips out from under the blankets, pressing his fingers to my lips.
“Open up, Angel. Clean yourself off as we both fuck you.”
A strangled moan falls from me as he slides his thick fingers into my mouth, and the combination of both of us filling me while he draws his fingers in and out between my lips at the same rhythm of his thrusts has me catapulting into an entirely different universe.
The moment Ringo starts coming, I feel his dick pulsing against my fingers as he spills inside me, the slick heat of both of us washing over my fingers.
I don’t know how this man does it. How he keeps showing me new ways to enjoy each other. I always thought sex was pretty basic, but with Cameron Musgrove, even the simplest of positions, like missionary, turns into something sinful, and utterly intoxicating.
It’s a pity our euphoric moment doesn’t last long, when the car door flies open, and JD’s panicked voice barks.
“Smitty has taken Daniel.”