Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Popeye
I didn’t wait for her to invite me in.
Instead, I stepped forward, crowding her backward into the house, and kicked the door shut behind me with my boot. The sound echoed through the quiet space, final and decisive.
“Stephen—”
I took her face in my hands and kissed her.
Not gentle. Not asking permission. I kissed her like I’d been starving for her, like every goddamn morning watching her move behind that counter had been torture, like every sharp word from that beautiful mouth had been foreplay.
She made a sound of surprise, maybe protest, but then her hands fisted in my leather jacket and she kissed me back just as hard.
Fuck yes.
Her mouth opened under mine, and I took everything she gave me, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting coffee and sugar and something uniquely her. She tasted like every fantasy I’d had sitting in that bakery, causing me to go to bed every night hard and aching.
I walked her backward through the living room, my hands sliding from her face down her neck, her shoulders, finding the zipper at the back of that blue dress. She gasped against my mouth as I dragged it down, the sound going straight to my cock.
“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy,” I growled against her lips. “Months of watching you, wanting you, knowing you wanted me too but were too stubborn to admit it.”
“I didn’t—” she started, but I bit her bottom lip and she moaned instead.
“Don’t lie to me, darlin’. Not now.” I pushed the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. She stood there in a simple white bra and panties, and Christ, she was beautiful. Soft curves, pale skin, the body of a woman who’d lived and loved and survived.
Perfect.
“Stephen, we should?—”
“Should what?” I backed her up until her legs hit the sofa. “Talk? I’m done talking, Trudy. I’m done waiting for you to stop fighting this.”
I pushed her down onto the cushions and she landed with a gasp, her eyes wide and dark with arousal. I shrugged out of my jacket, pulled my shirt over my head, and watched her gaze travel over my chest, my arms, the tattoos that marked decades of life in the MC.
“You’re seventy-two years old,” she whispered, but there was no judgment in it. Just wonder.
“And you’re sixty-eight.” I unbuckled my belt, then popped the button on my jeans. “You gonna tell me that matters?”
She shook her head slowly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Good.” I kicked off my boots before shoving my jeans and boxers down. My cock sprang free, hard and thick, and I watched her eyes widen. “Because I’ve been thinking about this, about you, every goddamn day since I walked into that bakery.”
I dropped to my knees in front of the sofa, grabbed her hips, and dragged her to the edge. She yelped, her hands flying to my shoulders.
“What are you?—”
“Tasting you.” I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down her legs, tossing them aside. “Been wanting to know what you taste like for months.”
“Stephen, you don’t have to— oh God.”
I spread her thighs wide and put my mouth on her.
She was already wet, ready for me, and the taste of her made me groan against her pussy. Sweet and musky and perfect. I licked up her slit, found her clit with my tongue, and sucked.
“Fuck!” Her hands flew to my hair, gripping hard. “Stephen, I... oh my God.”
“That’s it, darlin’.” I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her clench around me. “Let me hear you. Want to hear every sound you make when I make you come.”
I worked her with my mouth and fingers, relentlessly, listening to her gasps and moans, feeling her thighs tremble against my shoulders. She was close. I could feel it in the way her body tensed, the way her fingers tightened in my hair.
“Come for me, Trudy. Come on my tongue.”
She shattered with a cry, her back arching off the sofa, her pussy gripping my fingers as she came. I worked her through it, licking and sucking until she was whimpering and pushing at my head.
“Too much,” she gasped. “Stephen, I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can.” I rose up and positioned myself between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. “You’re gonna take all of me, darlin’. Gonna feel me for days.”
I pushed inside in one slow, deep thrust.
Holy fuck.
She was tight and hot and perfect, her body gripping me like a fist. We both groaned, the sound filling the quiet room.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed, holding still, giving her time to adjust. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Move,” she demanded, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Stephen, please?—”
I pulled back and thrust hard, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I set a brutal pace. No finesse, no gentleness, just raw need and pent-up desire.
“This what you wanted?” I growled, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “This what you’ve been thinking about when you lie in bed at night?”
“Yes!” She met me thrust for thrust, her body arching into mine. “Yes, God, yes?—”
“Say my name.”
“Stephen—”
“Louder.”
“Stephen!”
I leaned down and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as I fucked her harder. The sofa creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with our harsh breathing and the wet slide of our bodies.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered against her lips. “Want to feel you come on my cock.”
She slid her hand between us, her fingers finding her clit, and I felt her tighten around me immediately.
“That’s it, darlin’. Make yourself come. Show me how good I make you feel.”
“Oh God, oh God, oh... Stephen!”
She came with a scream, her pussy clenching around me so hard I saw stars. I fucked her through it, chasing my own release, feeling it build at the base of my spine.
“Gonna come,” I gritted out. “Gonna fill this sweet pussy up?—”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Do it. Come inside me.”
That was all it took. I buried myself deep and came with a roar, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, so intense I could barely breathe.
When it finally subsided, I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting, sweating, trembling.
“Holy shit,” she whispered after a long moment.
I laughed, the sound rough and satisfied. “Yeah.”
I lifted my head and looked down at her flushed face, her swollen lips, her dazed eyes. Beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful.
“I’m not done with you,” I told her, my cock already starting to harden again inside her. “Not even close.”
Her eyes widened. “You can’t possibly?—”
“Darlin’, I’ve been waiting six months for this.” I rolled my hips, making her gasp. “We’re just getting started.”
I pulled out slowly, watching her face as I did, then flipped her over onto her stomach. She yelped in surprise, her hands bracing against the sofa cushions.
“Stephen, what?—”
“On your knees.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass up. “Want to see this pretty pussy from behind.”
She obeyed, rising up on shaky knees, and the sight of her like that—bent over the sofa, her ass in the air, my cum dripping down her thighs—nearly made me come again right there.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” I ran my hand over the curve of her ass, squeezed. “Been thinking about this view for months.”
I positioned myself behind her and pushed back inside in one smooth thrust. She moaned, her back arching, pushing back against me.
“Yes,” she hissed. “God, yes, just like that.”
I gripped her hips and fucked her hard, the angle letting me go even deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with our moans and gasps.
“This pussy was made for me,” I growled, watching my cock disappear inside her again and again. “Made to take my cock. You feel that, darlin’? Feel how perfectly you fit me?”
“Yes!” She was pushing back to meet my thrusts now, taking me as deep as I could go. “Harder, Stephen, please?—”
I gave her what she wanted, pounding into her relentlessly, one hand sliding around to find her clit. She was swollen and sensitive, and the moment I touched her, she cried out.
“That’s two,” I said, rubbing tight circles. “Gonna make you come three times tonight, darlin’. Maybe four. Maybe I won’t stop until you’re begging me to.”
“Oh God.” Her arms gave out, and she collapsed forward onto the sofa, her ass still in the air, and the new angle made us both groan.
“Perfect,” I breathed. “So fucking perfect.”
I could feel her tightening around me again, her body trembling, and I knew she was close.
“Come for me, Trudy. Come on my cock again. Show me you’re mine.”
“Stephen,” she gasped. “I’m... oh God, I’m coming...”
She shattered around me, her pussy clenching and fluttering, and this time I went with her. I buried myself deep and came hard, my fingers digging into her hips, my vision going white at the edges.
When I could finally breathe again, I pulled out carefully and collapsed onto the sofa beside her. She was boneless, her eyes closed, her chest heaving.
“You okay?” I asked, pulling her against my chest.
She laughed, the sound breathless and satisfied. “I think you broke me.”
“Good.” I kissed the top of her head. “Been wanting to break through those walls for six months.”
She was quiet for a moment, then whispered, “I was so scared.”
“I know.”
“Of this. Of you. Of feeling this much.”
“I know, darlin’.” I tightened my arms around her. “But you don’t have to be scared anymore. I’m not going anywhere.”
She tilted her head back to look at me, her eyes searching mine. “Promise?”
“Promise.” I kissed her softly, gently, so different from the raw passion of moments before. “You’re mine now, Trudy. And I take care of what’s mine.”
She smiled, soft and genuine, and settled back against my chest.
And lying there on her sofa, both of us naked and sated and finally, finally together, I knew I’d made the right choice.
Not just tonight.
But the day I walked into that bakery and saw her for the first time, knowing my heart claimed her then.
Some things were worth fighting for.
Some things were worth waiting for.
And Trudy Wheeler was worth everything.