14. Butch
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
BUTCH
C andy grabs me by the front of my cut, pulling me in for a fierce kiss. With her soft lips pressed against mine, I meet her energy with the same level of aggression. I groan into her mouth, selfishly taking everything I can from her. She tastes like tears and lust, stoking my hunger. My tongue fights against hers, tussling for control. It’s only a matter of time before she reclaims her dominance, and I can’t wait to see how she’ll do it.
A tight squeeze on my nuts has Candy regaining control of my bad behavior. It hurts so good.
I break the kiss, pulling back from her face. A hum of pleasure rolls deep in my chest.
“Fuck, I love you getting rough,” I groan, licking my lips eagerly. “You’re a damn natural at bringing me to heel. Go ahead, Goddess. Make me hurt. Do it knowing I belong to you.”
“Butch,” Candy purrs, rubbing her body against mine like a cat in heat. “Why are you still dressed?”
About fucking time.
“Waiting for your permission to strip us bare.”
She smirks, releasing her chokehold on my balls in favor of pulling down the fly on my jeans. “Permission granted, biker boy.”
With her authorization, I attack, stripping her clean of her clothes, then myself. My pants have barely cleared my knees before Candy pushes down on my shoulders.
“Down,” she orders in a firm yet sultry voice.
Like a dog eager to please his master, I drop to my knees. I stare at her expectantly, waiting patiently for her next command.
“Last night seems more like a dream than a memory,” Candy muses aloud, running her fingers through my short brown hair. “I want to remember if your mouth is as good as I recall.”
My chest rises and falls rapidly, beyond eager to be set loose. I clench and unclench my fists at my sides.
Candy runs a finger over the shell of my ear, toying with me. My eyelids flutter closed, enjoying her gentle caresses.
“Do you remember how I taste, biker boy? Or do you need to sample my pussy again?”
Last night may have been a hazy memory, but I could never forget her taste. Salty and sweet, like a rich candy, exactly how I expected she’d taste. However, Candy isn’t asking me how she tastes to jog my memory. She wants me to devour her.
A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I open my eyes and say, “Again, please.”
She snickers. “Smart answer. Be a good, dirty biker and be greedy with your meal.”
Holy hell! I fist my balls to stop myself from nutting on the floor. That filthy mouth of hers would put a siren’s song to shame.
“Yes, Goddess.” Not wasting any time, I throw one of her lean legs over my shoulder and lick the inside of her thigh, straight to her wet, hot core.
I get the pleasure of watching Candy throw her head back on a loud moan of pleasure. There’s no way I’m not going to watch her lose herself while riding my face. It’s like a live art show where I’m the artist bringing my muse to life.
My woman leans back against the shelving unit on the wall, grasping the shelf above her head with one hand for leverage as her other hand holds the back of my head close to her dripping cunt.
With the tip of my tongue, I swipe the full length of her sex from center to the head of her sensitive nub. Back and forth, I flick and suck on her decadent pussy. I don’t censor my groans of enjoyment as I feast on her tender flesh. And Candy certainly isn’t keeping quiet either, mewling as she grinds her snatch against my hungry mouth.
Her musky arousal floods my nostrils, putting me into a lust-fog state and making my dick weep with need. Pre-come from the head of my cock drools onto the concrete floors of the closet, proof this woman makes my body lose control.
Rushing will never do. My woman deserves to be savored. Slowly, I build her up, alternating between diving my tongue into her tight little hole and flicking her rosy clit free of its hood with my tongue.
When I try to snake my fingers into her sopping heat, she tsks. “No fingers. I want you to make me orgasm on your talented tongue alone. Hands behind your back. Now.”
Elated, I lock my hands behind my back, honoring my domme’s command. My dick jumps with excitement while I continue my steady increase of flicks, nips, and sucks.
“Yes,” she pants, letting go of my head to play with one of her ripe, pointed nipples. “Like that. Don’t stop doing that.”
Although this is a refresher of last night, I’m damn happy she requested a repeat. With my head clear of the effects of alcohol, I’m able to experience eating out Candy like it’s the first time all over again.
The way her body flushes a beautiful shade of pink as she grows closer to her climax, the way her breath hitches when I flick the right spot, and the way her tangy cream coats my tongue are all more intense this time around. Potent and sweet—like my goddess.
When Candy’s hips rock faster, I react by enveloping her clit in my mouth and sucking— hard .
Candy cries out, bucking against my face as a gush of saccharine liquid flows over my tongue. I slurp her nectar down, groaning against her thoroughly fucked pussy. Her body shakes as my hums of pleasure vibrates against her clit.
Like last night, Candy doesn’t take a moment to come back down to Earth before demanding round two. She slides her leg off my shoulder, nodding her head at me.
“On your feet, biker boy.”
No need to tell me more than once. I jump to my feet, my dick bouncing against my stomach.
My goddess climbs me like a tree, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Impale me against the wall. I want to feel your fat cock reach my stomach.”
“Sure thing, Goddess,” I say with a toothy grin, hoisting her under her firm thighs and pressing her back against the finish drywall of the storage closet. And as she commanded, I drive myself deep inside of her slick center, where her pussy engulfs me in phenomenal heat.
She screams, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “AGAIN!”
My hips take over, brutally railing her exquisite cunt. The slickness between her legs grows in volume with each harsh slam of my thrusts, evident by the squelching sounds of her wetness bouncing off the walls of the closet.
It’s me creating the mess between her thighs, me who’s giving her pleasure. Pride drives me into a frenzy, bucking for the finish line.
Sweat drips down my spine as Candy’s manicured nails slice across the surface of my back. The sting of exposed flesh adds tension in my heavy balls, slamming against her ass with each plow of my hips.
I’m beyond ready to fill her with my release.
My woman must be a damn mind reader, sensing I’m close. “Don’t come. Not yet. Not yet,” Candy chants, her pussy quaking slightly around my rigid cock.
A normal man wouldn’t last long at this pace. Half the male population would blow their load less than five minutes in. The other half wouldn’t have the leg strength to endure the physical efforts.
But I’m far from normal. I’ve got a woman who likes to delay gratification until she’s had her fill. Sheer willpower keeps my focus on satisfying my goddess. My prize for my obedience will be her glorious cunt squeezing my spunk from my cock.
As if this woman could turn me on any more, she shoves two of her fingers into my mouth. “Suck, biker boy.”
Obeying her orders like the good submissive I am, my lips eagerly latch on, my tongue swirling around her slender digits. I can’t wait to see what she does with them.
When her fingers are lubricated with my saliva, she pulls them from my wet mouth with a pop and snakes them between us to the pretty trigger button between her legs.
She groans as she works her clit, in tight little circles, making her inner muscles quiver around my dick in the best kind of torture.
“Fuck, Goddess. You feel so good when your pussy is gripping my cock.”
Half-hooded brown eyes meet mine. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” I growl. “I want every bit of you.”
Moans pour from her pretty, parted, round lips. “Again.”
“I want you. I want you. I want you,” I chant, half-delirious from prolonging my release. “I want you always.”
All at once, Candy’s body bows away from the wall, pressing her tits against my sweat-slick chest. She screams through her orgasm, her pussy pulsing deliciously along my shaft. Her body convulses in my arms as I continue to pummel her snatch with bruising force.
“Goddess,” I beg, my body shaking from holding back my oncoming orgasm. The base of my backbone is alive with current, making my balls ache from restraining my need.
“Fill me,” Candy demands on a cry, her sex squeezing my cock in a stranglehold.
My hips snap upward into her three more times before my vision goes white. I explode with violent relief, roaring as I fill her cunt with ropes of my release. She’s brimming with our juices. My cum spills from her thoroughly abused pussy, falling with soft splats onto the acid-stained concrete floors at my feet.
We make a beautiful mess together.
My arms and legs shake from my extended efforts. Still, I hold my woman upright, unable to pull myself from the heaven between her legs yet. I pant into the crook of Candy’s willowy neck, slowly regaining my vision and strength.
We say nothing as we come down from our high. Only the sound of our labored breaths fills the storage space.
After what seems like mere seconds, Candy runs her fingers along the scar on my neck, coaxing my body to relax. “Time to put me back on my feet, biker boy.”
“No,” I refuse, holding her tighter. Fuck obedience for one more minute.
Soft snickers fill the space. I pull away from my woman’s neck, finding her smirking at me. I love her little vixen smile. It’s playful yet sinful. It’s a smile she reserves for only me. And like her, it’s mine.
Leaning in, she presses her full lips against mine, stealing the air from my lungs. She runs her fingers through my cropped hair, her nails trailing along my scalp. Her touch has me moaning against her lips, desperate for more of her caresses and kisses. If we keep this up, I’ll be stiff inside her once again.
Round two is pretty damn tempting.
Too quickly, Candy’s lips leave mine. I chase after her, getting one last peck before she presses a finger to my mouth, halting me. She rims my lips with her finger, teasing me more. I’m half out of my mind with lust for her—I’m not above buying Super Glue and applying it to my lips to keep her attached to me.
“We should shower. If we’re not sore, we can try something a little less strenuous in bed. Okay?” she suggests sweetly, but with a firm tone, leaving no room for negotiation. “I think you could benefit from some after-care. A little back rub to release your tight muscles. How does that sound? ”
After-care is nice, but all my dick registers is my woman offering sex in bed. “Sounds amazing.”
Ignoring the protest in my muscles, I pull my wet dick free from within her tight heat and place her back on her feet. We dress quickly, fumbling back into our clothes, and take a quick scan of the room. The closet is perfumed from the scent of our sex—not able to do anything about that. The mess we made on the floor, I wipe clean with a bandana from my back pocket. All our clothes are getting thrown in the hamper anyway. A soiled bandana in my pocket is only temporary.
We switch off the light and exit into the hall, only to come to a screeching halt.
At the end of the hallway near the great room, a crowd has gathered. Several of my brothers stand in shock, looking at us like we’re some weird science experiment.
Had my brain been functioning instead of my dick, I would’ve recalled the storage closet wasn’t soundproof, like the rest of the rooms in headquarters. Why would it be? It’s a closet. Jo probably never envisioned the need to soundproof a four-by-six space used for housing cleaning supplies.
Everyone on the main level surely heard us going to town. I don’t give a fuck-all what anyone thinks of me. But Candy has worked on changing her image within the club, and I don’t want her feeling bad about what we did because of some nosey nellies.
Although my beautiful woman is accustomed to being gawked at, I’m not, nor do I appreciate the attention on Candy. I don’t like the way the others are eyeing her with my come still running down her leg. I don’t like it one bit. She’s not theirs to enjoy anymore.
Guess I’m as big of a territorial caveman as the other claimed bikers in the club.
To censor the crowd’s view, I shield her body with mine, turning her away from the mob of bikers. No more will anyone see what’s mine.
My heart thumps proudly in my chest at the thought. She’s mine .
With my hand on the small of her back, I guide her toward the back stairwell. Before we reach the steps, the catcalls begin.
I roll my eyes. Love my family, but they can be major dickheads.
“About fucking time,” Ziggy shouts from the back of the group. “I was afraid you’d never grow the balls to follow through.”
I’m about to tell him to suck a clit—I can’t exactly tell him to suck a dick when I know he enjoys it too much. But Candy beats me to it.
“Oh, he has them alright. And his are the biggest pair I’ve seen. Y’all must be jealouuus.”
All my brothers gasp. It’s rare when someone cuts them down to size—figuratively. Leave it to Candy to find their universal weakness and exploit it publicly.
Muffling my laugh into her mussed pink hair, I whisper near her ear, “You’re wicked.”
Her lips curl into a devilish grin. “I said nothing that wasn’t true.”
Fuck my unconditioned heartstrings. This woman knows how to inflate my ego. I’d take her against the stair treads if we didn’t have an audience at our backs.
Candy and I quickly escape up the back staircase to our room, chuckling to ourselves as the guys defend the size of their junk to each other.