CHAPTER 12
ADDYSON
This man. What am I going to do with him?
As I shift on his lap, the grip he has on me reminds me of exactly the position we’re in.
The way he wants me is more than evident.
I’ve been thinking about having him inside me all day.
I thought about sneaking back to his office more than once, but if he really had work to do then I would have felt ridiculous and clingy.
But then he stalks into the common room and carts me off.
I put up a fight about it, but I kind of like it when he carries me around. He does it so effortlessly. How could it not be sexy as fuck?
“How did you know my sizes?”
Briggs scoffs and shakes his head like the answer is obvious, “I looked at your clothes, and then shopped accordingly.”
“Well,” I clap my hands as I jump off his lap too quickly for him to stop me.
When I rip the hoodie I’m wearing, his hoodie, over my head and drop it to the floor, his eyes widen.
I motion toward him, before pulling my hair free of its tie before pulling it up again.
“Strip,” I command, “I’m sucking your cock. ”
Before he can do anything, I’m on my knees and reaching for his belt. I get it undone along with the top of his jeans before his hands grab mine.
“What are you doing, Tempest?” He growls the question, his eyes flashing with something feral and dangerous.
“I think it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing,” my words are soft as my hand slides inside his jeans and long his length. “I need more room,” I mutter before looking up at him and pleading, “Please?”
With a groan, Briggs lifts his hips and shucks his clothing from the waist down. I lick my lips when I see the pre-cum beading on the crown of his cock. My fingers wrap around the base of his length, and I give a squeeze which pulls a groan from deep in his chest.
His abs flex and his fingers curl into fists like he’s stopping himself from reaching for me. My tongue swipes over the head of his cock and he hisses at the contact, his blue eyes reminding me of lightning.
Each word puffs air over the slick crown of his cock, my lips barely touching him, “Why did you get all of this stuff for me? You didn’t need to get even half of this,” I point out and watch as he shudders from the almost contact.
“I need to take care of you, Addyson,” he pushes the words past his teeth, his jaw clenched tight and the cords of his neck straining with how hard he’s holding himself back. “You’re mine and I take care of what’s mine.”
“Like an obligation,” I challenge and flick my tongue against that spot right under the crown of his cock.
“No,” he barks, his eyes burning with something too big for me to confront, “a privilege.” His fingers dive into my hair.
He holds my head in place with one hand and grips my hands where I’m holding his cock with the other.
When he paints my lips with his pre-cum, my pussy gushes. “My privilege,” he growls.
I part my lips, expecting him to guide his length inside my mouth, but he doesn’t. Briggs’s large body practically vibrates right before he shakes his head and lets out a low growl.
The next thing I know I’m being lifted from my knees and put back on my feet. “If I slip inside your sweet mouth,” Briggs’s voice is rough and full of gravel, “I’ll lose my fucking mind. I’ll fuck your throat until you’re gagging on me, my Tempest.”
“I don’t think that’s the kind of threat you think it is,” I sass him.
He tugs the rest of my clothes off slowly, his eyes taking in my skin as he uncovers it. My hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders, taking his cut with me. I gently fold it and put it on his bedside table. I’ve seen the way he treats it. It’s not just leather to him. It means something.
The club.
His loyalty.
The ride.
His brothers.
The family.
His legacy.
“I can’t fuck your face like I want to, Addyson,” he rumbles the words as he pulls his shirt off and we’re both naked.
There’s something sweet in the vulnerability between us, but the way he’s looking at me is all rough and tumble. He stands slowly, his hands on my hips holding me in place. The smile on his face feels like a warning, one given to all the good girls about the bad boy.
“I need you too badly,” he whispers the words like if he speaks any louder then they’ll be stolen from him. His tone is covetous, “I’ve been thinking about sinking inside of you all fucking day. I’m on edge and I’ll be too rough, but your sweet little cunt can take it.”
Mayday. I’m going down.
My knees buckle slightly but he holds me up. Our bodies are so close that our skin brushes, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. He lifts me effortlessly and then turns us. His hand lands heavily on my ass as he rasps, “Hands and knees, Addyson.”
The way my skin erupts in goosebumps is kind of maddening. And incredibly hot. I’m scrambling to follow his command before I even realize what I’m doing.
I hear him open the drawer to his bedside table and listen to the crinkle of the condom wrapper with an anticipation that borders on madness. My pussy is practically dripping when he kneels on the bed behind me.
Just when I think I can’t take it, his hands land on my hips. He caresses down over my ass, and I push back against his touch, wanting more, needing more. I let out a surprised yelp when he slaps both of my ass cheeks before soothing them with his touch.
When I look back at him over my shoulder, his crystal blue eyes are focused on my pussy. He bites his lip as he grips his length before sliding the head up and down my soaking wet slit. I gasp and try to push back, wanting him deep inside of me, but he grips my hip and holds me in place.
“Please Briggs,” I pant, “I want to feel you stretch me. Need it,” I gasp as the head of his cock brushes against my clit.
“I know what you need.”
Then he’s pushing inside me. Slowly. I feel every single fucking inch of him sliding into me until he’s buried to the hilt.
His fingers tighten on my hip while I throw my head back, my back arching.
He grips the hair I gathered up out of the way when I thought I’d be sucking his cock.
When he fists the strands, I swear I have a little orgasm.
He huffs a breath out of his nose, the sound all feral wild animal preparing to rut.
“Addy,” my name falls from his lips like I’m his savior.
He pulls out of me slowly. When only the head of his cock is lodged in my entrance, his grip tightens and we take a breath together.
And then he punches his hips forward and doesn’t stop. He fucks me hard and fast, every thrust brutal and brilliant. The sounds that come out of me are obscene.
I’m not even sure what is better—the way he’s making my body tingle all over or the care he’s shown me.
While it doesn’t make any damn sense, everything in the box of goodies are things I would have picked out for myself. He’s gotten me pants that look so damn comfy they’ll only be good for a movie marathon. The tops are simple and the sweaters are soft.
The whole thing is awfully sweet. Not that I think my big tough biker would want to be called sweet. I’ll keep that part to myself.
“Yes,” I moan and give my body over to him.
He holds me in place and pounds into me. Every time he fills me, it teeters right on the edge of pain. I welcome it. I crave it.
“You see why I couldn’t put my cock down your throat, Tempest?” He growls the words and I’m fucking lost.
To the pleasure.
To the way his words wash over my skin.
To how much more I want.
The sound of our skin slapping together whenever he’s buried deep inside me fills the room. It’s sexy as fuck and only ramps up my arousal.
Briggs tightens his grip on my hair and uses his hold to arch my back even more. I feel suspended, my fingers brushing the bed underneath me. But fuck, it’s all bliss.
“Your sweet pussy feels so good,” he grits out through his teeth.
I don’t even have to see him to know the muscles of his neck are strained and he’s barely holding himself together. Every time he fills me is a reminder of his power. It’s obvious in the way he’s holding me steady while he uses me.
“I would have destroyed your fucking throat,” he grunts, “and I’ll never do anything to hurt you, Addy.”
His words sound rough because of how on edge his voice is, but there is sweetness there. I believe him. I trust him.
Pleasure coils in my belly. It tightens with every thrust of his cock inside of me. My eyes slide closed, and my mouth falls open.
I moan and plead, his name a chant I can’t control.
“You’re so close,” he snarls the words, but I’m too far gone at this point. “You’re going to fall apart in my arms, at my command.”
“Briggs,” I moan, the sound a warning. I’m just not sure if I’m warning him or myself.
Everything feels like it’s strung tight. From the way he’s holding me to the way pleasure is coiling and knotting, ready to explode.
“Fuck,” he groans, holding out the word as he powers into me. “You feel so fucking good, but I can’t wait until I can bury myself inside of you and fill you with my cum instead of a condom. Gonna make it so you’re leaking my cum for days.”
His words are dirty as fuck. And I love each and every one of them.
I’m so turned on and I get even wetter. You can hear it as he fucks me and the sound of it is beyond crude. I just can’t find it in me to care at the moment.
Not when I’m so damn close to flying apart for him.
He fucks me harder, grunting every time he’s buried all the way inside of me. “Yeah,” he rasps, “can’t wait to see my cum leaking out of your sweet hole. Gonna make you so fucking messy.”
Something about the promise in his words is too much for me to take.
“I’m gonna,” I breathe out the words before almost howling, “fuck, yes, Briggs.”
“That’s it,” he praises me, “come all over me. Squeeze me.”
And I do. I fucking do.
My body climbs and climbs, then it feels like it floats for a second before freefalling. My thighs shake while the walls of my pussy tighten and squeeze. It feels so fucking good as my vision goes white for a moment, and I swear I lose the ability to hear.
Or maybe all I can hear is the blood rushing through my veins. I have no idea and I definitely don’t care.
I can feel Briggs’s cock thicken inside of me. He grunts my name every time he’s filling me. Once. Twice. Three times.
When he punches his hips forward a fourth time, our skin slapping together sounding like tortured bliss, jets of his cum fill the condom. I suck in air as I open my eyes, black spots dancing across my vision.
I’m not sure how, but Briggs manages to hold me upright and steady the entire time. The realization has me shuddering in his hold. His hands are gentle as he lowers me back down to the bed and releases my hair. I slump into the mattress, my body incapable of holding me upright.
How could it when my muscles are jelly and I don’t think my bones even exist anymore?
I feel the bed shift and then I’m being pulled into my man’s strong arms. He runs his fingers through my hair and massages my scalp. I melt into his chest.
“I’ll get you cleaned up in a few minutes, Tempest, but I just need to hold you.” He rumbles, “You took me so well. I already want to be buried inside of you again.”
I pat his chest, half asleep, but content because I know Briggs is going to take care of me. Trusting him already should have me worried, but I’m not. I don’t fully understand it, but I want everything he’s offering.
Even if it scares the hell out of me.
“First nap then more hanky-panky,” I mumble the words, half-asleep and barely coherent.
I feel the chuckle that comes from his chest more than hear it. And it soothes me.
While I wish the events leading up to me running to the clubhouse had been different, I’m thankful to be in my man’s arms. It feels like I belong and I’ll protect this feeling with everything in me.
The man basically bought me a wardrobe and did a damn good job. If that’s not showing up, I don’t know what is. Now to make sure a crooked cop doesn’t try to take it all away from me.