Chapter Thirteen
His cock was smooth. Much smoother than I thought it would be.
Of course, I had seen pictures, but this was the first time I had touched one and it was…
nice. It kind of felt like velvet. Closing my hand around his width, I began to move my hand up and down in slow, languid movements.
My eyes darted between his face and what I was doing.
It felt like I was doing it right. His face looked like I was.
He looked like he was in some sort of blissful state, his face slack and happy.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, him just letting me explore him and then his hand closed around mine, stopping me mid-stroke.
“My turn,” he murmured with so much heat in his voice that I didn’t know whether to blush and look away or keep looking at him to bask in it. What was I meant to do at a time like this?
Shifting his weight to the side, he laid down and pulled me back into his arms. His lips found mine, his tongue lapping against my lips until I opened my mouth to him.
His tongue thrust into my mouth, delving deep so he could explore every inch of me.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I relaxed against him. Pocket kissed me like he knew what he was doing. Like he had done it a million times before, and, knowing the Savage Sons, he probably had.
I pulled away slightly. My fingers slipped from the hair at the back of his neck to land on his naked shoulder.
“How many people have you slept with, Pocket?” I whispered, and I hated myself for asking. Only a moron would ask that at a time like this and I already knew I wasn’t going to like the answer. He wasn’t some inexperienced kid like me. He was a man and…
Pocket’s lips slid back over mine in the sweetest of kisses, removing my thoughts instantly.
“I am here with you, Chloe.” His fingers tiptoed up my ribs, dancing against my skin.
“Just with you. You are all I want.” Reaching my breast, he covered it completely with his hand and squeezed hard enough to make my breath catch in my throat.
“It’s taking everything I have not to throw your legs over my shoulders.
” He moved his mouth downwards, replacing his hand with his lips.
Each lick against my tight nipple sent spasms of pleasure rocketing through me.
My spine arched as he suckled hard against my point and I grabbed at his head, holding him to me so he couldn’t get away because I liked it when he did that. When he took me into his mouth and sucked. It made my entire body zing.
And it made me needy.
Chuckling, he moved his lips to the other nipple. Licking it upwards until it was straining to an almost painful point before covering it with his mouth.
It was distracting in the best possible way.
So distracting that I didn’t realise his hands were moving down my body until he dipped his fingers between my legs.
Ever so gently, he traced the line of my slit through my simple panties and then he slipped his hand inside my underwear and he was touching my naked flesh.
One thick finger teased at my entrance and I stiffened before I could help myself.
He moved his fingers between my lips, but didn’t go any further, just enough to coat his skin in my wetness.
“You’re so wet for me, love.” Without warning, he pressed upwards, breaching my body with his thick finger.
I stiffened, and Pocket’s eyes narrowed.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Mutely, I shook my head.
“Are you sure? I can slow down.”
“No,” I muttered. Stopping was the last thing I wanted to do. Even slowing down didn’t appeal to me. It didn’t hurt, but it did feel alien to me.
“You're so damn tight.” Ducking his head down, Pocket bit down on my shoulder. “You really are a virgin, aren’t you?” Slowly, he moved his finger inside of me.
Twisting his hand so he could brush his thumb against my clit.
I had touched myself before, but it hadn’t felt like this.
When I did it, it felt nice. When he did it, it felt like my whole body was being jolted by lightning.
“Sorry.”
Pocket slipped his finger from me completely.
Meeting my eyes, he sucked his finger into his mouth and my eyes widened in shock.
“Don’t apologise. I love this. I can feel that I’m the first person to ever be inside of you.
” Thoughtfully, he sucked again. His eyes darkened.
“Do you touch yourself? Make yourself cum?”
I didn’t know what to say.
He read my silence easily. “Why?” Moving his hand between my legs again, he pushed his finger up and hooked it deep inside of me, making me gasp. “You have such a pretty pussy, Chloe. It holds on to me so fucking beautifully. I can’t wait to taste it.”
“What?” I swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”
“This.” Sliding down my body, he knelt between my legs. Dragging my panties down my legs until they fell to the floor, he finally lowered his mouth to me and his hot breath felt like fire. He blew a trail of fire over my pussy and I held my breath.
Slipping his hands under my ass, he lifted me against his face and the tip of his tongue flicked against my clit in quick little bursts that felt like I was being electrocuted.
“Oh, oh, oh.” My fingers scrambled to find a hold on the sheets. But I couldn’t find any. I wasn’t even sure I could feel my hands anymore. All I could feel was him.
“That’s why.”
Confused, I stared down the length of my body to find him staring at me from between my thighs.
Our eyes met, and he licked me. His tongue traced one long line from my ass to my clit and then back down again.
My body convulsed, and his hands tightened on my hips to keep me locked to his mouth.
Lazily, he licked up and down, taking his time torturing me.
“This is all so new to you,” he murmured against my swollen flesh.
“So I can’t fuck you like that. I can’t throw you around and fuck you so hard that you don’t remember your own name.
Trust me.” Suctioning his lips over my clit, he screwed two fingers into me, pushing them in as far as they could go, and it was almost too much.
I was so full and so aroused. I just didn’t know what was pleasuring me more.
All I knew for sure was that I was sprinting toward a cliff edge and I didn’t know what would happen when I fell off.
Part of me didn’t care. I wanted to fall.
“Cum for me, beautiful.” He kept moving his fingers inside me, his tongue swirling in a tight circle around my clit and his other hand reaching up to cup my breast. “I want to watch you cum.”
“I need—” I didn’t even know what I needed, but I knew it was more than this because I was racing so fast towards that cliff edge that my muscles had started to harden and cramp and I didn’t know if I could take it anymore.
Deep inside my full pussy, I throbbed, gripping his fingers tightly.
Pocket groaned. His mouth moved away from me so he could watch his fingers disappear in and out of my body.
“That’s it, beautiful, just like that. Cum for me.”
My head thrashed back and forth. My hands gripped the sheets and twisted as I finally fell, tumbling and screaming. It was a pleasure like I had never felt before. Blinding white lights flashed behind my eyelids as I screwed my eyes shut, desperate to soak up every second of pleasure.
“The prettiest wet pussy I have ever seen.”
I barely heard him. I was too busy riding the wave.
And then there was pain.
My eyes flew open to find him looking down at me. He held his weight off me on one elbow, the other moved between our bodies. He had the thick head of his cock already between my lips, probing and testing my tightness.
“I don’t know…” I cried out as he surged forward, slamming forward in one long smooth stroke that filled me completely.
“I can’t…” Tears fell from my eyes. I had expected the pain, I truly had, but I hadn’t expected it to be like this. The feeling of fullness was worse in a way because there was nowhere I could move to find relief.
“You can, beautiful.” Pocket’s lips moved across my face, kissing away my tears.
“You already are. God, you’re so perfect.
Just take a deep breath.” Finally, his lips found mine.
“I know it’s painful now, but relax, the worst is over.
” Again and again, he kissed me, making it impossible to answer him.
“Trust me, Chloe. Trust me, and I’ll make it feel amazing. ”
Mutely, I nodded. I did trust him. I wouldn’t be there, naked, with my pussy full of him, if I didn’t.
I had chosen him for a reason, and this was it.
It didn’t matter that he looked like a big, scary biker.
Pocket was gentle. Wrapping my arms around him, I found the curve of his ass just as he began to move.
The pain continued, but there was pleasure there as well, building rapidly on the pleasure he had just given me with his mouth and his fingers.
“I think you were made for me.” Sliding his hand down my thigh, he lifted it over his hip, changing the depth of his thrusts.
“I think this pussy was made for me,” he growled out.
“I think that’s why you waited.” His eyes stared down at me as he began to move more forcefully, filling me completely, only to slide almost all the way out and slam back inside.
I agreed. I couldn’t imagine my first time being with anyone else. Not now. Because this was perfect. He was perfect.
Pocket groaned low in his throat, and the sound of his breathing changed. It became rougher and needier, and that was fine because I was needy as well.
I wanted to fall off that cliff again, and this time I wanted to take him with me into blissful oblivion.