Chapter 41
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
RATTLER
Iwhisk away the pillow that she’d propped up behind me, and, biting my tongue to prevent myself groaning in pain, I shuffle my hips so I can lay back down, careful not to telegraph that I’m hurting, or she’ll get concerned all over again.
Not that I don’t enjoy and appreciate her caring for me, it’s just now I’ve got other things on my mind.
Even in the state I’m in, just kissing her has me harder than any ministrations by the club girls.
Her untutored touch was arousing me so much I knew precum was oozing into my boxers.
I could have talked her through the best way to get me off, but that wasn’t what I wanted.
For perhaps the first time in my life, I wanted her to have her own release more than I wanted my own.
To see Ames’s head thrown back in ecstasy, best fucking thing I could imagine. Maybe that vision was what I’d see in my dreams replacing that nightmare of Stone.
She hesitates as I ask her to lie down beside me.
And to be honest, I’m not quite sure how this is going to work.
I can’t turn on my side like a normal human being, as that would mean my arm, which I’d emancipated from its sling, would be the one doing all the work.
My brain attacks it like the sort of puzzle I failed when asked to solve in the school I rarely attended. But I’m determine to pass it now.
Careful not to jostle me, she manages to lie down on her back next to me. That’s not going to help. “On your side,” I correct her. But even when she complies, I know that’s not enough. “Ames, you’re going to have to lie over me. Hoist your thigh and place it over my body.”
“You’re going to touch me there?” she whispers.
Fuck, she’s so cute. “Sure am, unless you’ve got any objections.
” Awkwardly, she gets into position. I move my hand down and slide it into the waistband of her shorts, thank fuck it’s elasticated.
Then I feel her tense. Leaving my hand barely touching her lower stomach, I rasp, “Need your mouth, darlin’. ”
She shifts herself so she can reach my lips, which actually brings her higher, making my access easier.
My shoulder pulls, but I ignore it, using that hand to anchor our mouths together by twisting my fingers in her hair, the action that makes her moan.
As our tongues start to slide together, I take charge, invading her mouth, pulsing into the warm cavern.
She starts to squirm, pushing herself against me, and unconsciously wriggling as if her pussy has a mind of its own and is trying to draw me in.
Distracting her by deepening the kiss, I slip my fingers inside her panties, pause for a moment as I feel her natural pubic hair — trimmed, but not waxed bare.
An unusual sensation, but one which I find that I like, so different from the whores.
But I don’t waste time lingering, I move down.
I’m not deaf, I’ve overheard the whores talking when they weren’t aware I was there.
I’ve heard the jokes about supplying me with a map.
It’s not that I’m ignorant of a woman’s anatomy, with them I just couldn’t find it within me to care.
But Ames? When I feel that bundle of nerves, satisfaction runs through me, bolstered by the shocked squeal that I swallow with my lips.
She tries to move back, but I hold her to me as my fingers start to explore. Then, suddenly wondering if I’m moving too fast without her consent, I allow her to lift her mouth.
“This okay?”
Her face is flushed, her breathing has sped up in anticipation. “Mm mmm.” It’s as if she doesn’t want to use words.
Experimenting, trying to find a good angle, I start working her clit, strumming, seeking the action and rhythm that most makes her react.
“Tell me, babe. Tell me where. Tell me what you like.”
“There, right there.” She gasps as I find the right tempo and spot. Then she lowers her face into my shoulder, and her hips start to buck into my hand. “God, Rat…”
“Flynn,” I growl. “Though God works too.”
She chuckles, then sucks in a sharp breath. “Flynn, I…”
Yeah, that’s the right place. I can feel her stomach muscles tightening under my arm. I strum faster, she gasps in air, holds it…
“Give it to me, darlin’. I got you.”
“Fl…y…nn.” She draws out my name on a scream.
Her body’s pulsing beneath me, I keep stroking, gently bringing her down, until her hand shoots out to cover mine. “Enough, it’s too much.”
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful when you come,” I say, reverently, meaning every word. Withdrawing my hand from her panties, I suck my fingers into my mouth. “And you taste fuckin’ fantastic.”
Her innocent eyes open wide. “Flynn!” Then she shakes her head, and leans over to kiss me again, but pulls back after our lips have met for too short a time.
“Let me do something for you now.”
“You want to make me come?” As I stare up into her face, I have the thought that any red-blooded man would have. I’d like that mouth around my dick. But it’s too soon for that. “You want to feel my dick in your hands?”
She fixes her eyes on mine, then moves her hand down my body, this time sliding it under the sheet.
When her hand slips inside my boxers, I tense.
When she reaches lower and places her fingers around my dick, I suck in air.
Her movements are tentative, I stretch down, cover her hand with mine, and teach her the pressure and action I need to get me off.
Showing she’s a quick learner, I soon leave her to do it herself, throwing my head back and closing my eyes, enjoying the sensation.
It’s made one hundred times better because this is Ames.
Although the situation’s half-assed to hell, she might already be legally mine on paper, but now it’s her I want to claim.
Then the warmth of her body leaves me. Oh fuck, what have I done?
Have I pushed too far? My mouth opens to issue an apology, but the words stall and my eyes open wide, as she’s only moved to inch herself down my body.
Fuck, no, or rather, fuck yeah. She isn’t, is she?
But hell yes, she does. Her mouth replaces her hand around my cock, and I’ll be fucked if I’m not seeing stars already.
Using both her hands and her inexperienced mouth, she bobs up and down on my dick then experiments by licking under the glans.
Every movement she makes has me tensing in the most delicious of ways.
Lopsided, only being able to put weight on one elbow, I prop myself up so I can watch her.
Fuck, what a turn on, seeing my dick disappearing between her lips.
And then, she fucking swallows. And all the time her hands are wanking that length of me that she’s not yet brave enough to try to get into her mouth.
“Ames,” I warn. “I’m fuckin’ close.”
Instead of discouraging her, my words encourage her. She increases her speed, runs her teeth teasingly around the head of my dick, then sucks, taking more than I expect of me into her mouth.
I’m not made of iron. And that it’s Ames sucking me off turns me on more than any of the more practised mouths that I’m used to. My head falls back onto my pillow as tingles start running down my spine.
“Ames,” I warn her again, my voice hardly sounding like mine.
But she keeps going, and like a volcano about to explode I reach boiling point.
I draw in air, unable to breathe for a moment as cum shoots from my balls and out through my cock, and into her precious mouth.
The very thought that it’s her taking everything I can give her keeps me coming.
My hips buck, pressing my cock deeper into her mouth, but she doesn’t stop.
And my God. Her swallowing my cum? Best feeling I’ve ever felt.
And when I finally deflate, and she sits up, her hand wiping my cum from her mouth, I blurt out, “You’re the fuckin’ best ever.”
She smiles, but as my feelings of elation dissipate, pain returns to my body. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to be physically active so soon. Even the action of my lungs expanding to take in the much-needed air hurts my bruised ribs.
“Flynn,” she cries out. “You’ve gone pale. Are you alright?”
As I’m simultaneously panting and groaning, I manage a sated smile. “Best fuckin’ day ever. But hell, Ames. Could you just crawl into bed, and hold me?”
She does. We snuggle for a moment, then, when my breathing has returned to somewhat near normal, she hesitantly asks, “Did I do it right?”
“Darlin’, if you’d done it better, you’d have fuckin’ killed me.
” In fact it might be debatable whether she might have.
My whole body is screaming. I’d tensed muscles that were already too sore.
But it was fucking worth it. “I can’t wait to taste you for real,” I murmur, trying to take my mind off the pain by imagining if the sample on my fingers was anything to go by, eating her out certainly won’t be a chore. My mouth waters as I think about it.
Turning my head so I can see her face, I have to smile. After what we just did, my simple comment has made her blush.
A knock sounds on the door. Ames jumps up like a scalded cat, brushes her hand over her hair, doing little to smooth it down. Chuckling, I call out for whoever it is to come in.
“Hi Ames, Rattler. I just got off shift. Thought I’d stop by and check how you’re doing. How are you feeling?” The last is obviously directed at me.
“Could do with some of the heavy duty painkillers,” I tell Bronwyn, noticing Ames suck in her cheeks. Yeah, even though I wasn’t doing much of the work, perhaps letting her give me a blow job was a bit too much. But fuck, I’m a man. There was no way I was going to tell her no.
Bronwyn rummages in the bag she’s brought in with her, and joy of joys, brings out a refill for the tablets she’d left for me.
Approaching, she places them on the nightstand, then delves into the bag again, this time producing a thermometer that she presses to my ear.
After it beeps, she looks at it, and appears satisfied.
Next she wraps a cuff around my arm, and attaches it to a monitor.
After I’ve felt the tight squeeze followed shortly after by the cuff releasing, she activates it all over again.
After glancing at the second reading, she tuts.
“Your blood pressure is a little higher than I like. Have you been taking it easy?” I can’t help the smirk that comes over my face. Rolling her eyes, she takes in Ames whose face is once again bright red. “You’ve got to rest, Rattler. You want to get back on your feet, then no exertions, okay?”
As she’s examining my legs, there’s more rapping on the door. Ames goes to open it.
“What you want, Dee?” I ask, as I see the prospect.
“Ames has got a visitor. Prez asked if she could come downstairs.”
I open my mouth but Ames gets in first. “What visitor?”
“Satin.” The prospect’s mouth twists as he drops his bombshell.
Ames’s face lights up, while internally I’m screaming, what the fuck is that traitorous bitch doing here, and why has Prez okayed a meeting? One thing for sure, she won’t be going down there alone.
I sit up, gently pushing Bronwyn’s probing hand away. “I’m coming with you.”
“Rattler, you need to rest.”
“I’ll rest when I’m dead,” I tell Short’s old lady. “Ames, pass my crutches to me.”
Bronwyn sighs as if knowing she’s already lost the battle.
Then she watches carefully as I slowly get to my feet.
When I make my way out of the room and to the stairs, she’s hovering right next to me.
I hope I don’t lose my balance, a little thing like her wouldn’t break my fall.
It would be her who’d probably end up hurt.
Which makes me extra cautious. Short would fucking kill me if anything happened to her.
Ames is sensibly following behind. But when she reaches the bottom, she squeals as she sees her friend, and rushes over to her as if the last few weeks hadn’t happened.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Satin asks.
“My brother caught up with me. I had to go into hiding,” my woman explains.
Satin pulls her in for a hug, then speaks quietly, and if I didn’t have great hearing, I wouldn’t have heard. “Come outside with me, I need to talk to you.”
I hop the few steps between us, and stand possessively close to Ames.
“She’s not leaving the clubhouse. If you want to talk, you do it here.
” I wave Dee over. “We’ll be sitting there,” I point to a table.
“I’ll have a beer…” Bronwyn coughs loudly.
Inwardly cursing, I change my order. “I’ll have a soda, and Ames? Satin?”
“Soda for me.” Ames smiles at Dee.
Satin seems uncomfortable, but nevertheless requests, “Double Jack.”
I lead the way over to the table. The girls sit, but I’m left wondering how I pull out a chair and sit on it when my legs won’t bear weight.
They’re even worse than they were earlier.
Ames sees my predicament, and pulls out the chair, but Dee is approaching.
I decide he can help get me situated, then push me in so at least I’m sat at the table and not two feet from it.
When he returns, he’s got drinks and mats on a tray—didn’t even think we possessed beer mats.
The tables are already marked to shit, what do three more rings matter?
Or is he trying to impress? But as he goes to put the mats on the table, he drops them and swears.
Then he sets the tray down and goes down to his knees to retrieve them.
My eyes are on his strange behaviour, so I notice him glance at Satin and when he sees she’s distracted by Ames, he gives me a wink, then presses something to the underside of the table as he stands up.
Then he nonchalantly spreads out the beer mats and gives the girls the drinks. Mine, he keeps on the tray.
“Prez wants to see you in his office, now. Direct order.”
My jaw clenches. “He told you to say that?”
“Those exact words,” the prospect replies.
I can’t ignore a direct order from my Prez, however much I want to. Every instinct tells me to stay here with Ames, but I can’t.
Leaning down, I say to her. “You know where I am if you need me.” Then to Dee, I add, “They don’t leave this room, you got that?”
He gives me chin. “Got that.”