29. Butch
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
BUTCH
S tanding back and doing nothing while Candy was put through the wringer was more than most men could take. More than a few times, I had to tell myself not to intervene in her training. I’d be doing my woman a disservice if I fought these training battles for her. What good could come from me stepping in to help whenever she needed it?
We’re walking into a dangerous situation, and my woman needs to be fully prepared for whatever develops along the way.
Shit goes sideways in our line of work all the damn time. You need to be quick on the draw and fast-thinking. There are no do-overs in recovery missions.
As painful as it was to stand back, it’s what was best for my woman.
The rubber acoustic canceling tiles on the gym floor may have gotten a little worn away from my pacing the last hour of Candy’s training. But I held off stepping in until the end.
She was struggling to grasp that last lesson after having so much thrown at her in less than twenty-four hours. There wasn’t a single crew member present who wasn’t impressed with Candy’s efforts. My encouraging her in the last ten minutes of the lesson wouldn’t overshadow all her hard work accomplished.
After a hot meal, compliments of Mama Bear Holland, Candy and I went back to our suite for the evening.
Our suite.
It’s ridiculous how happy those two words make me. Having Candy living in my space and sleeping beside me each night is another step closer to revealing our nuptials.
Prior to Flay knocking on our door this afternoon, confessing the status of our relationship was on the tip of my tongue. Holding this massive secret isn’t helping my indigestion, and the conscience I thought I had very little of seems to grow by the hour the longer I keep our marriage a secret.
I set the foundation as best I could—minus the methods I used to make them happen. Candy has agreed to be my domme, to be my old lady, and we’re sharing a living quarters.
That’s progress no matter how you look at it.
Am I scared to confess we’re hitched?
You’re damn right I am.
It’s not every day you drop a bomb like marriage on the person you love prior to discussing it.
My fears aside, I’m no longer sure if telling Candy about our marriage is in her best interest, not with everything we’re currently facing regarding the trafficking case. It’s another heavy thing added to her already massive pile.
My woman is strong as hell. But how much change can one person take before they break down?
No, I can’t add any more burden on her. Not at this time. It sucks I need to carry around this boulder of a secret longer, especially when I want to scream she’s my wife and tattoo my ring finger with her name, like my other married brothers did with their wives. Yet I refuse to dump anything else on my goddess.
We have a case on the line. Her focus needs to be strictly on the assignment. The marriage talk can wait until after the mission is complete. Eight more days isn’t going to kill me—I hope.
Shaking off my worries, I focus on giving my woman all my attention.
Candy stands under the spray of the shower, her face upturned into the water coming out of the shower head. Hot water cascades down her lush body, hugging her ample curves the way I want to wrap my body around hers.
And where am I? On my knees, kneeling behind her and rubbing her sore body down with a soapy washcloth. Every once in a while, Candy releases a soft little moan of satisfaction, the kind of sound that makes my dick hard and leak with pre-come.
Finished with her backside, I take her gently by her slender hips, turning her to face me. Looking up at her from this angle, following the subtle dip of her trim waistline up toward the stiff peaks of her breasts, has my already stiff cock turning to stone. I scrub her front side, working my way up from her feet to her neck, standing slowly as I go to take in every slick inch of her.
After the water rinses the suds away from her enticing skin, I lean in and kiss her in the crook of her neck. She hums a joyful sound of contentment, making my dick jump.
Between Candy joining the team on the case, fighting with her stubborn ass, moving her into my room, claiming her as my woman, and watching as she wrestled around on the mats, my balls have been in a serious blue state, desperate for relief only my woman can give me.
As much as I want to roll around in the sheets, I rein in my horny cock. Candy went through hours of rigorous training, enough to make her whole body pulse like a bruise.
I may be a horny dick, but I’m not a selfish dick. And my dick can wait until she’s good and ready to take it inside of her.
For now, Candy’s needs come first.
“Are you sore?”
“You mean from the beating I took downstairs?” she teases.
“Training, sweetness,” I correct her. “Not a beating.”
“Could have fooled me. And yeah, I’m sore, but nothing a good night’s rest won’t fix.”
“You want to hit the sack?” I ask, hiding my disappointment. If my woman wants to sleep, I won’t complain. She worked hard, and her body needs to recover.
Candy looks at me through hooded wet lashes, making her deep brown eyes smolder against her creamy skin. A hint of a smirk plays on her cupid lips. “Not too tired.”
Thank fuck.
Eager to move things to the bedroom, I grip her hips and nip at her neck, something I hope will spur her into action.
She gasps, swatting my chest. “Naughty biker.”
I lick a path up her neck to her ear, whispering, “ Your naughty biker.”
“Mmm,” she hums, running her hands down my chest before taking hold of my aching cock.
I hiss through my teeth as her nails graze gently over the head of my shaft. “Fuck, Goddess. That feels good.”
“Look at you. You’re swollen like you’ve been hard all day.”
“I have been.” I groan, my eyes closing and head falling back as her fingers wrap around my length and pump slowly.
She grips me tighter. “Eyes on me, biker boy. I want to see what I do to your soul.”
My head obediently snaps forward, opening my eyes to her. “Yes, Goddess. Tell me what you want.”
“Depends on what you have to play with.”
The minx’s words have my balls drawing up, ready to blow my load all over her freshly washed body. I can barely suppress my eagerness. “You want to use toys?”
Her grin is wicked as her thumb runs over the slit of my cock, collecting the growing amount of my pre-come. She brings her thumb to her plump lips, sucking the digit into her mouth. She moans around her thumb, sucking me clean off her, before pulling it out with a wet pop.
“On you.”
My nerves ignite with keen anticipation, sending goosebumps to break the surface of my skin.
Taking her hand, I help her out of the shower. We dry off speedily, eager to play. I lead her out of the bathroom to our bed, where I kneel at the foot of the bed, pulling out the built-in drawer.
Candy peeks over my shoulder at what I have for her to choose from. She gasps. “Jesus. That’s quite the collection still in their boxes. Haven’t you used any of these?”
I glance at her over my shoulder. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
She does a double-take. “You bought all this for us?”
I nod, unabashed. “You’re all I’ve wanted since the moment I joined the MC.”
The way this woman devours me with her eyes, I’m surprised I’m not combusting with my release on the spot. “Tell me you have batteries.”
My lips turn upward. “I’ve got all the batteries.”
Candy wastes no time digging into my pile of sexy good time products. Her eyes light up with mischief when she comes across a vibrating cock ring set—one for my dick, and one for my balls.
“Oooo, you’re in for a treat.” She chuckles before she turns serious. “On the bed, face up.”
Biting back an excited moan, I do as my goddess commands, centering myself on the bed. I prop myself forward on my elbows to get a better view of the show. There’s no way I’m not watching.
Naked and in total control, Candy straddles my thighs. She takes my heavy balls in her dainty hands, securing one ring around my nuts.
Riled up, I chew on the inside of my lower lip. This is going to feel amazing .
With the other cock ring, Candy takes her sweet ass time rolling the ring down to the base of my shaft. It squeezes around my girth, providing pressure and pleasure in equal amounts.
“Grip the sheets, biker boy,” Candy orders, with a sultry smirk. “This is going to be intense.”
She presses the buttons on the thick bands of the rings, and I gasp. Ball-tingling currents run rampant along my cock and through my nuts. My fists grip the bedding at my sides. She’s right. I’m going to need the anchor.
“Look at you,” Candy purrs. “All worked up, and I’m only getting started.”
Say what? Only getting started? I’m ready to bust a nut. This is only the warm-up?
“Candy?” I groan through delicious tremors.
Giggling, she slides off my legs onto the floor at the foot of the bed. Candy digs around in the drawer, searching for something. I lick my dry lips, fighting my mounting pleasure as currents continue to tease my junk.
When Candy pops back into view, she holds up a black butt plug. It’s the smallest of the three I have in the drawer. “Is this for me?”
“For either of us,” I growl with need.
Shocked by my response, Candy drops the butt plug on the bed, her mouth hanging open. “You’d let me use it on you?”
My hips shunt upward on their own accord, loving the idea. “Fuck yeah, I would. The lube is in the nightstand.”
Her pretty brown eyes grow bigger. “You’re serious?”
The vibrations from the rings and my growing anticipation have my eyes rolling back in my head. “Goddess, I’m hanging on by a thread. I’m begging you—grab the lube and stuff me so I can stuff you.”
My woman must hear the strain in my plea. Candy rushes around the bed to my bedside table, yanking the drawer wide open. Pop goes the cap before she covers the plug with generous amounts of lubricant .
Candy crawls onto the bed beside me, looking a little anxious and lost. “I’ve never done this to someone else before. What works best for you?”
I roll onto my stomach, pushing my ass into the air. “From behind.”
My woman releases a purr. “Your ass in the air, vulnerable to me, is so damn hot.”
Crawling behind me, Candy squirts some of the cold lube over my puckered hole. I groan, feeling her slender fingers rubbing the oily fluid into my skin. “Do you want me to prep you with my fingers?”
Such a good domme, checking in with my needs first. “Only your thumb. No need to bother with more. I don’t want to get too excited.”
Covering her thumb in more lube, Candy gently pushes against the tight ring of muscles. I help by pressing my ass back against her thumb, helping her ease in. There’s a bit of a pinch before Candy’s thumb is seated nicely in my ass up to her knuckle. Slowly, she saws in and out.
My head falls forward on a groan. “Fuuuck.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, sweetness. It feels good. I’m loose enough. Try the plug.”
Removing her thumb, Candy replaces it with the plug. It takes a little pressure from the two of us to get it inside of me. Full and extremely stimulated, I’m fisting the sheets again.
“You have no idea how sexy you look, taking a plug,” Candy coos, running her fingers over the nubs of my spine. I shiver at her praise, clenching around the plug. My dick jumps in response.
“Get on all fours,” Candy orders, practically panting watching me.
Locking my wrists and bracing myself on my palms, I position myself in doggy style. My throat clogs when Candy slides in front of me on her hands and knees, backing up to me, her pretty pink cunt in my face. It would take nothing to lean forward, burying my face in her ass .
But I resist. She hasn’t given me permission, and I know better than to react without her consent.
Instead, she shakes her pretty peach, showing me how wet and ready she is, denying me what I’m starving for with this prolonged torture.
Between the rings, plug, and visual of her wet cunt, this is agony— beautiful agony . “This is payback from earlier, isn’t it? Because I acted like an asshole in front of the team and moved you in without permission?”
“Naughty boys deserve to be denied gratification,” she taunts me, waving her ass in my face like a red flag in front of an angry bull.
I moan in defeat, hypnotized by the pornographic view of my goddess.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes.” I nearly whimper, gritting my teeth.
“You won’t interfere with my position on the case or future cases?”
I vigorously shake my head. “No.”
“You’ll be a good biker boy and ask for my input before making big decisions for the two of us?”
My body shakes as I fight my mounting orgasm. “Yes!”
A single word is all she utters. “Eat.”
And I do. I feast on her dripping snatch like it’s my last meal, rubbing her juices all over my face and fucking her with my tongue. Her delicious nectar dripping down my chin spurs me on, eager to bring her to the edge with me.
Candy moans, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth to find her release. “So good,” she mewls.
“So good,” I agree in a murmur against her cunt.
Desperate to make her come, I go into turbo mode, flicking and sucking on her engorged clit.
“Butch!” she cries out in pleasure. “Fuck me. Fuck and fill me.”
Growling like a feral animal, I pull my mouth away from her sopping pussy and line myself up between her legs. She told me to fuck her, and that’s what I intend to do. Fuck her until she screams my name and milks me dry.
Not bothering to wet my dick on her natural lubricant, I line-drive my hips, thrusting into her molten heat. We moan in synchronization, meeting each other pump for aching pump. Her inner walls clutch tight around my cock, rocketing me closer to my orgasm.
“Grab hold of me,” Candy pants between thrusts. “Pound me into the bed and don’t stop. Make it hurt good.”
Gripping her hips with bruising force, I cock my pelvis, plowing upward into her with the same ungodly speed.
My balls tighten to the point of pain, but I know the release will be worth the delay.
Sweat drips down my face and chest, falling onto Candy’s backside. My grip slips, making me fall forward on my palm on either side of her until my chest is flat with Candy’s back.
“God, Butch. Like that. Hold me.”
My arms lock around her slender torso, while my quads continue to slap the back of Candy’s thighs. The room fills with the sounds of our guttural moans, the constant hum of the cock rings, and the smack of skin on wet skin. My nostrils flare, breathing in the potent scent of our lovemaking—an aphrodisiac to my senses.
My ass cheeks clench around the plug, only adding to my heightened pleasure. The over-stimulation is going to be my undoing.
When I feel my abs protest from restraining my orgasm, Candy grants me her blessing, screaming her release.
Finally.
There’s no holding back the dam. I grunt, burying myself deep inside her heaven as my orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer. My body jerks with my violent release as I flood her, damn near pulling me free of her cunt. Intent on remaining inside of her until I’ve emptied, I burrow inside her heat. The hell if I spill outside of her. Finishing in her snug clutch is my reward for holding off as long as I had.
After several minutes of me wrapped around her like a boa and our labored breathing returning to normal, the vibration around my cock and balls becomes unbearable. Regrettably, I pull myself free of her warmth, loving the sight of my come dripping out of her pussy and sliding down her toned thighs.
As I fall onto my back, I roll the rings off my dick and nuts, pulling a groan from my lungs.
Candy rolls to her side, biting her bottom lip to stifle her snicker as she watches me. “That was fun.”
“Fun?” I bark a laugh. “That was fucking sublime. We’re going to do that again—soon. Please?”
“You know it.”
I reach between my legs, gritting my teeth as I pull the plug out of my sore ass. Little bastards always hurt like a bitch on the way out.
“As long as you plug me next time, too,” she adds, a hint of amusement in her sultry voice.
Staggered, my head whips to face hers. “You’re literally trying to strangle my dick to death, aren’t you?”
She giggles, her face lighting up in a beautiful smile. “Not possible. But we can have fun trying.”
“Hell yeah, we can,” I say with enthusiasm before pulling her in for a deep, unhurried kiss.