Chapter 41
Amelia
When I said I was fucking horny, it was like I was replaced by a sex demon that controlled all my desires and needs. And in front of me was a man that would graciously give in and give me what I needed.
To be lost and away from my own mind.
I undressed him, eyes outlining the curves and lines of his muscles.
The light hair on his chest, and even the light trail from his navel to his sprung cock.
He wanted to play, and I wanted to be unleashed, to be used for mutual pleasure, to trust someone to know what I could take and what I needed.
The man was a depiction of perfection, ungodly beauty.
“Is that pussy wet? Or do you need some help?” he asked. Shooter knew that I was a fucking waterfall down below.
But that didn’t stop him from spreading my pussy with his fingers to check. “Oh, drenched to perfection.” He teasingly grazed over my pussy like it was own little play toy. One hand playing with my clit and the other gripping my ass, giving it a smack.
“I think you’re ready, but there’s lube in the top drawer, go put a little on there,” he whispered in my ear as he took the suctioned dildo and placed it on the floor.
I did as he asked, but I knew it would slip in nice and easy, unlike his cock. Shooter started stroking his cock, watching as I sank down to my knees, grabbing it, easing myself there. It wasn’t a full stretch, but it could keep my mind from thinking briefly.
“What a beautiful sight, you taking that cock, wishing it was me.” He stepped closer to me, tilting my chin. “Look at us, knowing what we both need.”
“I just need you,” I whimpered, already on the edge.
“You have me, always.” He bent down, kissing me softly. The soft hum of the little bullet came between us. “You want to know the best part?” he asked, ghosting the bullet over my already sensitive clit. “You can come whenever and however many you want.”
When I said I didn’t want to think, he’d knew the tried and true way, fuck every one of my senses and braincells until I numb and spent.
Every movement I made only made the cock inside press against me, like I was riding him slowly and in agony. The gentle vibration had me teetering.
“Now open, peaches, and remember how to stop me.” Shooter stepped closer, his cock in his hand, nudging my mouth wide.
With one hand tangled in hair, pulling it sent shots of glorious pleasurable pain through my body. His cock thrusting in and out of my mouth as the bullet and the cock inside me pulled me closer to the edge of the first orgasm.
My body felt like there was a fire burning inside and I just needed to release it.
Shooter’s cock stretched my mouth as bits of spit and drool came pooling from me.
We were a wet sloppy mess. He was using me for his pleasure and it only made me happy inside.
His grunts and curses sent me over the edge as my pussy fluttered from the first round of orgasm.
“There’s my dirty girl. That cock filling you up, getting you ready for me,” he huffed out, as he kept working my mouth.
I squeezed his thigh with my free hand, agreeing with him. Our mixture of sounds flooded me with wild sensations. I could feel the pressure of another one coming through me.
“Shit, your mouth feels so fucking good.” He pulled out as I stuck out my tongue waiting for him. He teased me, slapping his cock on my tongue. “Ride that cock inside you, peaches, let me see.” He kept his cock on my tongue, waiting for me to give us both what he wanted.
I started rocking my hips around it, picturing him holding my hips, having me slam onto him. Soon I exploded, a small cry of the glorious release. My body started singing, pulling me into a delirium.
Shooter growled, knowing I was on the edge of bliss. He pulled me up off the dildo that glistened with my cum. He pulled me up making me wrap my legs around him. “Your next orgasm is mine.”
I nodded, “It’s yours. I want you inside me.”
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
I knew what he wanted to hear because I wanted it too. “Fucking fill me up. Please.”
“As you wish.”
He walked us to the loveseat, plopping me on it, twirling his finger and telling me to turn. My arms hung over the back, my ass wiggling for him. A sharp pain was planted on my ass.
“Tell me again what you want,” he hissed at my ear. His hands were all over my body, teasing me every chance he could.
“I want you inside.”
“And.” He nipped at my ear, his tip teasing my entrance, ready to sink into me.
“Fill me. Breed me.” The wanton in me pleaded.
Without hesitation, Shooter’s thick cock sank into me, stretching me over again. Both of us released a moan. It felt perfect, like I was made for him, I belonged with him wholly.
“I’d be happy to do that every day if you asked me to.” He slowly pulled his cock out and back in.
“Shooter, fuck me. Stop with the gentle shit.” I groaned, needing him to move.
Smack. My ass was going to be so red by the end of the night.
“What do you say?”
“Please,” I whimpered.
Without any reprieve, he fucked me relentlessly, deeper and harder. My head lolled from side to side. I needed this, I needed to feel him. To be lost without thinking.
He fucked me hard and deep as his cock hitting in all the right places. I almost bit the loveseat from screaming too loud. But I knew there was no one around to hear me.
Emotions welled up, tears threatening to spill.
“I’m close, peaches,” he boomed as he pistoned into me. Seconds turned into minutes and I just erupted into my orgasm that was coming without mercy.
“Please,” I begged.
“Come with me,” he demanded, as if it was a promise and a demand.
In and out. In and out. His hand pinched my clit until I exploded on his cock and his cock spilled every ounce into me.
Our waves of pleasure rode together. Our sounds mixed in with each other.
He kept fucking me until I cried out louder and then he slowed his pace.
His cum leaked out of me, dripping down.
He was still waiting for his wave to slow down.
Fuck, everything was sensitive, I mean one puff of air and I would be withering down on the ground.
Shooter’s steady breathing soothed the drop from the bliss high I was having. He leaned down, his head resting at the top of my shoulders. “I can’t get enough of you.” He softly placed a kiss on my shoulder.
“I could say the same for you, sugar.” I wheezed, trying to catch my breath.
Shooter pulled out of me, and the empty feeling came back, but in a good way.
It was my way of knowing that I would never be without.
I felt the coolness of the wet cloth, cleaning me up, but not without Shooter playing the dripping of cum, trailing it back to my pussy. What a claiming it felt like.
He slipped his shirt over me and slipped back into his pants, walking back to canvas.
This was our normal, enjoying each other just being around each other.
I would snooze on the couch as he finished his inspiration.
And later he would scoop me into my truck and take us back to the compound.
I’d nuzzle him as he would put us into his bed.
My mind dreamed of the day we could call it our bed.
When Shooter crept into my life, I never imagined that I would have a happily ever after.
That he would be my forever. But now, I had imagined what that life looked like.
A house, a dog, and maybe little feet roaming around with his brown eyes and the playfulness and fire of him.
Oh to playfully call him “daddy” after all this time he said he wanted to make dreams come true, or even when he said to make him one if I were to call him that. It was all play, right?
Or were we unleashing that part of us, the hidden part that wishes for things that may not be possible right now?
In the early morning light, back in his room at the compound, I woke to see myself cling onto him, my cheek resting on his chest. His arm protectively and possessively wrapped around my side.
The warm light radiated his tanned skin, the softness beneath the hard shell.
I loved this man, and now I wasn’t afraid to think it or say it. Mostly, I wasn’t afraid to feel it.
I had to trust him that he knew what he was doing.
Did I like that he was risking his life to free mine?
Absolutely not. Do I wish that it could have changed differently or there was a better solution?
Yes. It gutted me thinking that part of this was on me.
I never asked to be saved. I never asked for help.
But I guess that’s the one thing about me that I never realized, maybe all the time I was saying I didn’t need anything, I was really screaming for someone to save me. I guess part of me needed to know that someone else cared enough and pushed past my stubbornness and did it anyway.
But one person did, and he was laying peacefully in bed. He never gave up on me. And I loved that.
“Your thoughts are very loud, peaches.” Shooter’s soft grumbles vibrated against my cheek.
“What thoughts would that be?” I chuckled.
He squeezed my side, almost pulling me tighter. “I don’t know, but the way that your hand is traveling down below, I’m wondering if they were naughty thoughts.”
I looked down and sure enough, my hand was almost at the point of grasping his cock, that was already making an appearance. I bit my lower lip, “Maybe it’s you with the naughty thoughts.”
“I have my woman, half naked in my bed. And she’s smiling this early in the morning on her day off, and all I want to do to ravage her. Yeah, you better believe that I’m fucking hard as hell this morning,” he said, his eyes still closed.
“Oh sugar, that sounds painful.” I pouted as my hand lightly stroked him through his briefs.
“Someone is being a tease this morning. I thought judging by your snoring, we’d be sleeping in,” he grumbled.
I playfully tapped his chest. “I don’t snore.”
“No, you don’t. But you definitely talk in your sleep. My favorite is when you say my name like you’re beckoning, or practically begging for me.” There was a tiny smirk on his face.
“I do not.” I pouted.
“Okay, peaches, you don’t.” He jostled me to lay on top of him. His arms encircled me, pinning me close to him. “Now, can we go back to sleep before my brothers pound on my door for some bullshit reason.”
“Shooter?”
“Yeah, peaches.”
“Are you scared for fight night?”
Shooter was always the beast within his club, the fierce protector. But even strong people have their fears, their weaknesses.
He sighed, a dash of annoyance. Not my fault that my mind started to think and when I did I went down a chaotic spiral. “For the actual fight? No.”
“Then what are you afraid of?”
“Losing you.”
“How? By your standards, you’d chase my ass if I thought about leaving. Plus, I don’t have any plans to leave you,” I said truthfully.
“I’m not afraid of losing you by choice, I’m afraid of losing you by force.” His voice was stern, more anger than fear.
“Oh, you sweet, sentimental, possessive man.” I caressed his cheek. “You know that I’d never allow that chance.”
“It’s not you though. The one thing I tried to warn you against this in the beginning that it’s not my darkened soul, the blood that I take, it’s the people that come with a vengeance that doesn’t see innocence.
They live by the code of an eye for an eye then some.
” I shook my head, “You can’t control everything. ”
“I can certainly try.”
We all could try, but the odds of succeeding were never good. Shooter was a man with the means and the drive.
“Listen to me, River Brooks.” I snapped his attention back to me, “I would fight like hell. I would never try to make you feel alone again. Not if I can help it.”
“That’s why I want you by my side that night. So I know you’re there and there won’t be a risk.”
I played with his beard, feeling his walls come down, and keep showing me the side of him that soothed mine.
The loving protector, the deadly killer that just wanted to be loved in return.
I didn’t know what else to say. We laid there for so long.
We didn’t sleep, we just felt each other’s presence knowing that we didn’t want to leave.
But soon, his door was rattled and life resumed.
Being around Shooter and the club seemed like a godsend. A family that would tear down the world for you. Laughter from the bonds of brotherhood, the smiles that showed the world they weren’t afraid of what was to come.
A family nevertheless filled the void of a dream that hadn’t come true.
Hours would turn into days and days would turn into weeks. The fight was coming closer and Shooter would be in the gym all day and come find me or I’d find him.
I’d stop by the gym to see him, the warrior fighting for his life, for his peace, for his family. Even when I felt like death from work and the lack of care I gave myself, he taught me fighting skills hoping that I would never have to use them. With him, I felt powerful, unstoppable.
We just needed to survive fight night, and then we could breathe. And we desperately wanted to feel that breath of fresh air.