Thirty-Five
H is touch was driving me insane. Now that we had time to explore each other, he was doing exactly that, but I wanted to be doing the same. I wanted to get to know every inch of him, but he was determined to drive me into a second orgasm using his lips and tongue, and those fingers he had inside me. There were two now, thrusting smoothly, and stretching me just enough to make me whine and wriggle, as I felt pleasure starting to build again. I wasn’t a two orgasm woman, or at least I’d never been before, but he was pretty relentless, and that delicious warmth was starting to overwhelm me again, and I knew I was pulling his lovely hair as I writhed against his mouth.
“Fuck, yeah… you taste even better after you come, baby, keep coming for me,” Micro whispered, sucking my clit between his lips and circling his tongue over it until the pleasure wave peaked, and I made a strangled scream at the new orgasm burning its way through my senses, and clouding my vision.
“I just wanna keep doing this,” Micro groaned, starting to lick me again, while I suddenly started pulling at his hair with renewed desperation. I couldn’t take another one, and I couldn’t take any more attention down there right now. My wrist ached when I pulled on his hair, and he chuffed out a laugh as he finally lifted his head, and stared at me with the sluggish owl eyes of a man high on his favourite drug. Was it me? Was that what I was to him?
“I can make you come again, just leave some hair on my head, Soph.”
I shook my head, trying to form words, while my body was still half tingling, and numb with pleasure.
His eyebrows lifted, and he stopped fighting my hair pulling frenzy for a moment.
“You okay?”
I shook my head, and his hands slid away from me, off my skin, and out of me.
“Too much?”
I nodded vigorously, and he chuckled as he crawled up the bed, licking his way up between my breasts on the way.
“Orgasm drunk, baby? Feeling good, like I promised?”
I swallowed hard, fighting the lethargy he’d created with his attentions.
“Babe? Can you speak?”
I cleared my throat, and tried. “I… yes…” Nope, that was a hoarse whisper, and he grinned at me, looking proud as hell for making me sound like that.
“Aw… did I just tongue-fuck you mute? That’s sexy, baby. Want me to stop touching you down there for a minute?”
“God, yes,” I breathed, still not sounding anything like myself.
“That’s okay, these tits need more loving now.” His lips sealed around my left nipple, and I yelped at the sudden sensation, and the tingles of pleasure emanating from there.
“Oh god, oh god!”
He lifted his head, grinning at me again. “Sounds like you’ve lost your voice, babe, but listen,” he looked serious all of a sudden, “if you need me to stop, I will, yeah? I know what they thought of me, but I’m not that guy. I can take no for an answer. And stop. And get off me, and go away, all of that shit. If you just want me to hold you now, I’m good with that.”
My eyes followed the firm lines of his body, to settle on that thick, inked cock of his, straining and weeping with need.
“No, don’t worry about that. You think I’ve never had a boner before? Blue balls? Trust me, all men have. We survive, no matter how much we bitch and moan about it.”
“No,” I gasped, and he grinned, stroking my cheek with his fingers.
“It’s okay.”
“Want. You. Inside. Me.” I finally hissed at him, and he started chuckling again.
“Well, thank fuck for that!”
He lined up his cock, rubbing it over my still sensitised clit, as I shivered beneath him, and then he froze.
“Babe, we fucked without protection earlier, because we thought that would be our only time, but now we need to be smart. Shit . We didn’t even get a chance to look for that next day pill thing.”
I didn’t care, and it was weird that I didn’t care, but should we keep being careless, or start being smart? I could get back into regularly taking my birth control, but it’d take a couple of days to be sure it was working.
“You got condoms, babe?” I shook my head and he groaned, then he offered me a sly look.
“Can’t get your ass pregnant.”
I gasped, slapping his bare chest, and he laughed, eyeing my lips, but I was already there.
“Or my mouth.”
He groaned, brushing his fingers lightly over my lips.
“You don’t have to do that, babe. I could just fuck you a bit, then stroke one off over these gorgeous tits.”
Micro
T he woman could seriously destroy me, just with her need for me, and want, as in she actually wanted me that desperately, that she was willing to lower herself for me. I wondered if I’d ever see myself as being worthy of her, but I was pretty sure that answer would be a no. How could I?
How could a waste of space like me ever be worthy of a woman this fucking perfect?
Soph took advantage of my moment of distraction, and grabbed my cock, guiding me to her pussy with a firmness I had no fucking ability to fight. We were taking such a risk, but she wanted me inside her, and I’d already decided long ago that I’d never refuse her something she wanted this much.
“You sure?” I asked, trying to hold back from thrusting deep inside her wet heat, and fucking finding my happy place.
“Fuck me, Micro. I want your cock inside me. I want you to come inside me.” With a low groan, I did exactly what she demanded, and pressed deep, my groan turning more guttural as her wet walls clenched around my bare cock. How the fuck was this my life now? How was I not dead already?
“I love you, Micro, I love you so much,” Sophie said softly, almost like she knew I needed that reassurance, because my head was always so filled with how much I didn’t deserve her, or anything I suddenly had.
“Love you, babe, I can’t fucking believe you’re with me, but I’m never letting you go.”
We were moving together, almost as one, and every time my cock filled her, we both gasped out with pleasure and relief. As soon as I could make her my old lady, I was fucking doing it. The need to see my name on her was a burning fucking urge, to see my ownership on her, so that she could never change her mind about me.
“Oh god, harder,” she gasped, and I obliged, because giving her everything means giving her fucking everything I have in me.
The bed was crashing against the wall, and if she cared that we’d be overheard, she was hiding it well. Her ragged gasps became high pitched whines, as her orgasm contorted her body, and her pussy tried to eat my fucking dick. That took me with her, as pleasure shot through me, and right into her, marking her as mine from the inside, until she could wear my ink.
I sagged on top of her, trying to brace my weight on my shaking arms, but fuck, that orgasm had ripped my strength from me, and dimmed the lights, and I was barely fucking able to breathe. She was literally everything I’d been waiting for, for my entire life.
We fell asleep wrapped around each other that night, and for the first time in forever, there were no nightmares, or horrors in my dreams, just peaceful sleep.
A fist banging on our bedroom door woke us both with a start, actually confusing my senses enough that, for a moment at least, I imagined I was back home at the Phoenix clubhouse, and one of my brothers was outside the door.
“Oh god,” Sophie gasped beside me, sitting up and holding the blankets around her bare chest.
“What!” I yelled out to Nick, a former brother, no longer a prospect either, but seemingly without a real road name yet either.
“I put coffee on, but I’m leaving in a minute. You want me to lock anything up behind me?”
I told Soph to stay where she was, and got up, grabbing the towel I’d discarded on the floor the night before, and wrapping it around my waist. It was still ever so slightly damp, so really wasn’t all that pleasant, but I figured it was better than showing off my cock.
I stepped outside the door, and he backed up, one eyebrow lifting at my appearance.
“What? Didn’t exactly have time to get dressed, did I?”
He rolled his eyes, heading for the kitchen, with me following behind him.
“She seems nice, man. You got a good one there.”
I grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him around to glare at him.
“You been looking at her?”
He laughed, shaking me off pretty easily, because he wasn’t exactly a wuss.
“Yeah, you sound just like every other fucker with an old lady. How the hell you got to stay alive, and find love, I have no fucking clue, but well played.”
I wanted to punch him, but I felt at a distinct disadvantage, with being nearly naked, while he was dressed, with heavy boots on, and actually an inch or so taller than me.
“I didn’t play anything or anyone. I got lucky, and that’s because the Pres and VP aren’t the cunts I thought they were. You, on the other hand, seem to have turned into one. What, you got out of the wrong side of the fucking bed?”
Nick snorted. “You’re hearing insults somehow, but I didn’t say anything like that. You did good. A second chapter of the club is a good thing, and I think you’ll nail it. Just, maybe get your head out of your ass, rather than jumping down people’s throats when they’re backing ya.”
I saw him off the premises and locked up behind him, pouring two coffees to take back to bed. Was he right? Was I assuming hatred from every angle, and judgement from every voice, when maybe that wasn’t what was actually happening?
“I was just going to get up,” Sophie said as I climbed back onto the bed, and passed a coffee to her. Instead, she wrapped her hands around the mug, and settled back against the headboard.
“He’s gone, babe. Just you and me now.”
She nodded, leaning against me as I sat closer to her.
“So what happens next? I mean, they want you to build the club from the ashes, but where do you even start?”
Yeah, welcome to my first problem. I had no fucking idea where to start, and nobody to ask for advice. Who’d fucking help me, right?