Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
STRYKER
Ilie awake, listening to Soraya’s soft little snores and counting her breaths. I feel each intake of air as her lungs expand and then contract. It’s calming in a way I didn’t know I needed.
The sun has been up for a few hours,, but my Soraya hasn’t moved and neither have I. She pretty much passed out the moment we got out of the shower last night, but I don’t mind. The girl deserves to rest after what we did.
God, being with her was incredible. More than incredible. It was life altering. Soul shattering. Coming deep inside her was absolutely indescribable and yet, without a doubt, the most profound moment of my life.
And she was a virgin.
Jesus Christ, a virgin. I never knew I was a possessive caveman until I realized I was her first. I’ll be her last, her fucking only. She knows it, too.
I want you to move. I want you to… fuck me.
My dick grows hard just thinking about her words.
She trusted me with her body, her virginity, her pleasure.
She begged me, and god, I’ll never forget our first time together.
I can’t wait to be inside her again, but I know my girl has to be sore.
Each thrust tore at my sanity until I lost my mind completely and fucked her so damn hard.
Soraya moans softly in her sleep, then wiggles her hips, trying to get closer to me.
I can’t stop the deep, hungry growl rising up from my chest when she adjusts her leg and grazes my hard as fuck dick.
She’s still asleep, but her leg hooks around mine, her knee rubbing up against my nearly painful erection.
I reach down and wrap my hand around the back of her knee.
I meant to push her leg away so I don’t come all over myself like a teenager, but instead, I find myself grinding against her.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as unbelievable pleasure rolls through me.
How can I be so close to the edge from just this simple touch?
But I already know the answer. It’s her.
Everything about her. I’ll never get enough.
I know I need to stop, but she feels so damn good.
Precum leaks out of me, my raging hard-on needing some kind of relief.
When Soraya rubs her soaking wet core up against my thigh, I groan loudly, unable to contain the sound.
Soraya returns my groan with one of her own, awareness slowly creeping into her movements as she wakes up.
Her nails bite into my bare chest, snapping the last thread of my control.
Wrapping her long, auburn hair around my fist, I tilt her head back, growling when I see her hazel eyes ablaze. My lips are on hers in the next second.
I swallow down her cries of pleasure as I devour her. Her hot, curvy little body writhes against mine, creating delicious, torturous friction. I need more. Need to feel her from the inside out. Need to consume her, taste her sweat, bite her soft skin, and drink down everything she’s offering.
“Stryker,” she whimpers into my mouth before capturing my lips once more. I pull her on top of me so she’s straddling my lap. Soraya breaks our kiss, gasping for air. “Stryker,” she says again as she rolls her hips.
Soraya’s pussy lips wrap around my cock, fluttering around my length and driving me insane.
I’ve never had this overwhelmingly primal need to claim, to possess, to own someone completely.
Soraya rests her forehead on mine as a shudder ripples down her spine.
I know she’s as desperate as I am when a pained whimper escapes her mouth.
She sits up, steadying herself with both hands on my chest. I grip her hips and lift her up, positioning her dripping wet hole over the head of my cock.
I hiss out a breath and squeeze my eyes shut, trying with everything in me not to come like this.
Her cunt pulses, massaging my sensitive dick and making me buck my hips involuntarily and slide a few inches inside of her.
“Are you sure, Soraya?” I grit out, though I pray to god she doesn’t stop. I’d never take what she doesn’t offer, but goddamn, I’m in physical pain every single second I’m not inside of her.
Instead of answering, Soraya bites her bottom lip and nods, her round hazel eyes telling me everything I need to know. Slowly, so slowly, Soraya sinks down on my length, her pussy stretching obscenely wide around my cock.
I drag my eyes up her body, taking in her pale skin and silky reddish brown hair.
She’s practically glowing in the sunlight streaming through the window.
I watch in awe as the golden light kisses the side of her face, her breasts, her thighs.
My fingers skim over everywhere the light touches, needing to feel this goddess as she brings me unimaginable pleasure.
Soraya tilts her head back and claws down my chest, gasping for air once she’s fully seated. I grip her hips, anchoring her to me, keeping her right here. Her core ripples around my cock, making the fucker jerk and leak more precum inside of her.
“You feel so good,” I whisper, unable to find my voice as I get lost in the way our bodies are connected on every level.
I help her find her rhythm, rolling her hips and grinding her down on my swollen dick. Each movement sends sharp pangs of ecstasy shooting through my veins. I know she feels it, too, with each breathy moan that falls from her lips.
Soraya’s eyes snap open, locking on mine. I see the moment she recognizes her power. Her strength. Those magical, multi-colored eyes turn fierce, almost feral as she lifts up on her knees and drops down on me, her little hole swallowing my dick completely.
An animalistic growl rumbles through her, wracking her body as she fucks me furiously. Christ, it’s all I can do to hold on. I want this for her, need this, need her to take control and understand that I’m hers. She owns me, body and soul.
I cup the back of her neck and pull her down for a kiss, tasting her sweetness as she brings both of us closer, closer, closer…
"Stryker," she whispers. "Stryker… Stryker… Yesss…" Her whimpers turn into moans, louder, louder until she's crying out my name, her voice broken as she comes all over my cock. Goddamn, she comes with her whole body, every muscle tensing and releasing as her orgasm works its way through her.
I keep her right here with me, her forehead resting on mine as she shakes and releases more of her juices. Her cum drips down my dick and coats my balls… and holy hell, is she coming again? Soraya buries her face into the side of my neck, muffling her scream as an intense orgasm rips through her.
Something breaks loose inside me, leaving me unhinged and wild with need. I flip Soraya onto her back and rut into her throbbing pussy, grunting with each thrust. She bows her back and wraps her legs around my hips, digging her heels into my ass.
I lean down and suck on her breast, teasing one nipple and then the other, back and forth until I feel her fingernails bite into the back of my head. She pulls my hair and tilts my head up before slamming her mouth down on mine.
My greedy girl rocks into me, meeting me frantic thrust for frantic thrust. I break our kiss and inhale sharply, feeling my orgasm barrel through me. With a roar, I let go of every fucking thing and come so damn hard I feel my bones rattle.
Soraya’s cries carve through the morning air as her channel squeezes and snaps around me, milking me and prolonging our pleasure. We’re both shaking and panting as we cling to each other, riding out the last of our climax.
I collapse on top of her, gathering her limp body up in my arms. I try rolling to the side to keep from crushing her, but Soraya urges me to stay right where I am.
I’ll be her safety blanket whenever she needs it.
We stay wrapped up like that for long moments, Soraya taking deep breaths while I whisper how much she means to be and that she’s safe right here in my arms.
Eventually, her grip on me loosens, allowing me to roll onto my back and drape her over my chest. After a few moments of silence, I begin to worry I hurt her. I mean, Jesus, I tore into her like a beast after taking her virginity only a few hours ago.
“Soraya?” I murmur, cupping the back of her neck and guiding her to look up at me. “Are you alright?” She nods her head, but I can’t quite see the look on her face in the shadows of the room. “Need your words, baby. Did I… did I hurt you?”
“Not at all,” she assures me. The pressure in my chest releases, allowing me to breathe again. “That was…” She nibbles her bottom lip, searching for something to describe what we just shared.
“Yeah, it really was,” I agree, kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose. Soraya sighs contentedly before curling up on my chest again.
“Tell me about you,” Soraya says, surprising me.
“There’s not much to tell,” I reply. Soraya narrows her eyes at me, trying to look tough. She’s too adorable for her own good.
“I don’t believe that for a second. Everyone has a story. Did you always want to be in a motorcycle club?”
I take a deep breath, reaching into the forgotten corners of my soul so I can lay it all out for Soraya. She’s already trusted me with so much, I can trust her with this.
"I grew up in the system," I begin, the words feeling heavy and unfamiliar on my tongue.
"Bounced around from one foster home to the next.
By the time I was fourteen, I was a petty criminal, in and out of juvie more times than I could count.
When I got out for good, I ended up joining a street gang on the south side of Seattle. "
I pause, trailing my fingers up and down her spine as she listens intently. "Honestly, if it wasn't for Wolf pulling me out of that life, I’d probably be dead or rotting in a prison cell right now."
Soraya pulls back just enough to look at me, her expression dubious. "And joining a motorcycle gang was the safer route?" she asks, raising a skeptical brow.
I can't help but chuckle at her logic. I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "It is now that I’m the one in charge."
A soft hum vibrates in her throat as she nestles closer, her lips pressing a tender kiss to my chest, right over my beating heart.
When she tilts her head to look up at me again, her eyes are shining with complete sincerity and a deep, quiet understanding.
"I'm just happy you're here with me," she murmurs.
"I'd go through all of it again," I reply, my voice turning thick. "Every single bad hand I was dealt, just to end up right here in your arms."
I capture her lips in a slow, claiming kiss before we settle back into the mattress, snuggling together in the tangled sheets.
A moment later, my phone buzzes violently against the wood of the side table next to me.
Old habits scream at me to answer it, to handle whatever club business is waiting on the other end.
Instead, I reach over, my fingers fumbling for the button, and flick it to silent. For the first time, the club can wait.