Astrid Chapter 5
Somehow, I found myself alone with Mayhem in a house… his house. The transition from the pool to here had been done in a haze. That kiss we shared had left me befuddled. That was the only excuse I had.
The way I was acting was nothing like the typical Astrid.
I thought things through before I jumped in.
I was methodical about decisions. I was always alert and aware of my surroundings.
It was something I couldn’t stop. However, Mayhem’s mouth had thrown all that out the window.
His lips and tongue should come with a warning label.
And if he could make me feel this way by kissing, what would it be like when he and I had sex? God, would I be able to survive it?
He’d guided me inside and to the living area. I was seated on a loveseat. My bathing suit was wet, but the loveseat was made of leather. When I voiced concern about ruining it with wetness, he waved it aside, and he sat in his wet trunks, tugging on my hand until I moved closer to him.
Now that we were alone, my nerves were getting the better of me. What would we talk about? Would he expect more than kissing? Did he think I was easy because I submitted so quickly?
“Astrid, stop.”
“Stop what?” I asked.
“Driving yourself crazy and making yourself tense over a bunch of questions that won’t even apply to us. If you want to know something, ask. I’m an open book.”
I squirmed, then decided to do as he said. “I’m concerned. I don’t know where to start.”
“How about we begin with our names? You know my road name is Mayhem. My real name is Jamison Alexander Tyrell. I’m forty years old.
I spent five years in the Army. I showed an aptitude for shooting, so right after boot camp, I was sent to Special Forces training to become a sniper.
I joined the Punishers at twenty-three and was patched in as a member at twenty-four.
I was eventually asked to be the club’s enforcer.
I take my job as protector of this club very seriously.
You know I manage Punisher’s Eden for the club.
This house is mine. I think that hits some of the basics. Questions?”
“I have questions, but first, let me give you my introduction. My name is Astrid Noelle Tuttle. I’m thirty years old.
I spent eleven years in the Navy, where I was trained to be a pilot.
I was medically retired from the Navy last year.
I’ve been wandering since, trying to figure out where I fit.
The only place that felt right to me was here.
Whatever job I do, I put my all into it.
I’m currently unemployed, but I’m actively seeking a job and a place to live.
Did you enjoy being a sniper? Why only five years? ” I finished off.
“Hang on. Before we get in deep, is there anything I can get you? A blanket, something to eat, or drink? I can turn down the AC if it’s making you too cold in your wet suit.”
“The temperature is good and I don’t need a blanket. As for food or drink, not at the moment. But go ahead if you want something.”
“I’m good. I just want to be sure you’re comfortable.
You’ll find that with a man like me, I can be somewhat demanding.
It’s automatic and has a lot to do with my personality in general and the position I hold in the club.
I direct, and people listen. However, I know you’re a woman who likes to do things your way, and you usually take the lead.
It’ll probably cause some friction between us, but if I get too bossy, talk to me.
All I ask is that we do it in private and not in front of the club or outsiders.
There’s a level of respect I need to maintain as the enforcer.
But your health, safety, and happiness will always be a priority for me, Astrid. ”
I heard the sternness in his voice. I reached over and took his hand in mine.
I rubbed my thumb over the back of his knuckles.
His large hand looked so unreal next to mine.
I briefly wondered what those hands would feel like caressing my entire body.
A shiver of awareness hit me, causing my nipples to peak and my pussy to begin producing my essence.
It was preparing to take him inside of me.
Whoa, slow your roll! We’re not having sex, I told myself.
“Beautiful, look at me,” he said gruffly.
I was staring at our hands. I lifted my chin and tried to calm the quivering in my insides. My attempt to remove my hand from his failed when he flipped over his hand and captured my fingers.
“Don’t stop. You can touch me anytime and anywhere. Your soft skin is incredible. I love to feel it. There’s something else I’d like to feel, if you’ll allow it,” he asked, pressing my hand to his thigh. Shit, it felt like steel covered in enough padding to keep you from being hurt.
“What?” I croaked. I fought the urge to slide my hand up his thigh to cup the mound pushing against his trunks. Mayhem was back to being erect. His bulge was huge and demanding attention. I wanted to give it to him.
“God, stop staring at me like that, or I won’t be responsible for what I do. I’m trying hard to be a gentleman here. What I want is for you to let your hair down so I can run my hands through it. I dream of feeling that against my skin,” he confessed.
This time, when I tugged on my captured hand, he let go. I quickly reached up and undid the messy bun. As my hair fell around my shoulders and down my back, I shook my head and ran my fingers through the strands, attempting to tame it.
“No, don’t. Let me,” he half-demanded and half-pleaded.
Letting my hands drop, I watched him raise both his hands and run them through the tangled strands. He was gentle and didn’t tug hard on any knots. When he found one, he worked it out as gently as possible.
“It’s so silky. And the smell…” Mayhem leaned toward me, burying his nose in my hair. He inhaled deeply before scooting back.
“The smell is like the salty sea mixed with fragrant flowers. I know keeping it out of your way is why you put it up, but would you leave it down when it’s only us?”
“I do keep it up out of habit, but if you’d like me to wear it down when we’re together, I can do that. You may have to remind me for a while.”
“I will,” he assured me.
As he caressed my hair, he studied me. I wondered what he was looking for.
I was about to ask when he dropped a hand to pick up one of mine.
He brought my fingers to his mouth, where he kissed the tips of each.
Good lord, this man knew what to say and do to seduce a woman.
I felt like I was on fire. I gasped as he took a fingertip into his mouth and sucked on it while twining his tongue around it.
I couldn’t help myself. I moaned. Then I let my restraint slip.
I lunged over and somehow straddled his lap.
Mayhem leaned against the back of the couch.
I removed my hand from his mouth and replaced it with my lips.
Catching his tongue with mine, I sucked it into my mouth and went to town working it.
The groan that rumbled out of him spurred me on.
My position on his lap placed me perfectly over the bulge in his swimming trunks.
I knew I shouldn’t do it, but I had to. My whole body and brain were haywire.
I rubbed my thinly clothed pussy along it.
Mayhem jerked and cried out. Suddenly, hard hands gripped my hips and yanked me down on top of his erection.
Those hands began to move me back and forth against him as his hips flexed upward.
Unable to leave all the work to him, even if I knew we were playing a dangerous game, I rubbed along his cock. It was my turn to cry out when the head bumped against my engorged clit. I wondered if he could feel my wetness through my suit and his trunks. My crotch was soaked.
I had to stop kissing him to get my breath. As I did, Mayhem panted out, “That’s it. Rub that sweet pussy along my cock. Let me make you come. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have us skin to skin, but this will do.”
A wildness overcame me. Without a word, I fumbled at the waist of his trunks, undoing the string holding them up.
“Astrid, what’re you doing, baby?” Mayhem asked.
“I’m freeing you. I need to feel your warmth and firmness without anything between us.”
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
“Yes. Help me,” I cried.
I frantically rubbed against him. A quick shift, and he lifted his hips, which raised me on top of him.
Within moments, he had his trunks loosened and pushed to below his sac.
I looked at it and gulped. His cock was huge and dark red.
Shiny precum covered the head and was sliding down onto his thick shaft.
Fuck, but I wanted his cock in my mouth and then inside of my aching pussy.
Even if I was frightened by the size and wondered if I could take it, I’d die trying, even if he split me in half.
I jumped when his fingers slid along the seam of the crotch of my bathing suit. Then Mayhem nudged it to the side, exposing my slickness. I threw back my head and moaned when Mayhem ran his finger up and down my slit.
“Jesus Christ, you’re soaked. Please tell me this isn’t too much. I need to taste you, Astrid.”
“It’s not too much. Hurry,” I pleaded.
When he lifted his hand between us, it was covered in shiny cum—mine.
As he opened his mouth to lick it off, I surprised him and myself when I lunged forward and licked the side facing me.
I had never tasted my cum. I found it slightly tangy and salty, reminding me of the ocean.
Mayhem’s eyes widened, then drooped to a slumberous expression as he licked the rest away.
I kept myself entertained by humping him and kissing, and touching his broad chest. With every pass over his cock, I whimpered or moaned.
Mayhem would grunt. It wasn’t long before I tensed.
“I’m close, baby. So close,” I whimpered. Our rubbing became more frantic.