“Hangin’ on by a thread, sunshine. Don’t come at me with your sweet whispers,” he mutters.
I don’t stop. I continue to walk up to him. Without a word, I sink to my knees once I’ve reached him. He lets out a guttural sound as I work the button of his jeans and his fly before I swiftly pull his pants and underwear down just past his ass, exposing his hard cock.
I don’t touch him. Instead, I lick the underside of his length, circling my tongue around the head of his dick. I hear the wood of the jamb cracking beneath his fingers, and I can’t help the excited thrill that shoots up my spine and down to my pussy.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby. But if you don’t suck my cock, I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he warns.
Opening my mouth, I take him as far as I can down my throat. He lets out a deep groan, and I feel it wash over me.
“Look at me, sunshine,” he orders.
I open my eyes and look up at him through my lashes. My gorgeous blond husband. My eyes shift to his forearm, and I see my name permanently etched in his skin. I can’t help but moan.
Mine.
He’s all mine.
It spurs me on to suck harder and faster. I reach up and cup his balls in my hand, massaging and tugging on the soft flesh as he growls deep from his chest.
“I’m about to come, baby,” he warns.
It’s been years since I’ve swallowed. Blow jobs themselves were few and far between in our dysfunctional relationship. When I was young, swallowing just seemed gross. By the time I was comfortable with my sexuality, we were so fucked up that I only did it a few times before I refused, just because I could.
I want that part of him again—all of him. As he grows larger in my mouth, I welcome the warm spurts of his release down my throat as he lets his head fall back. I watch the beautiful column of his throat when a loud roar escapes his mouth.
Sloane takes a step back and sinks to his knees in front of me, his hands at my waist before he gently tugs me closer. To my surprise, he presses his lips against mine. Then he forces his tongue in my mouth and tastes me, no doubt tasting himself as well.
His hands slip down to my ass and he squeezes my flesh roughly, the pads of his fingers digging into me before he lifts his head just slightly and lets his forehead rest against mine.
“Fuck me, baby,” he rasps. “Took all of me, in control, in charge, but sunshine you took it all.”
“You made me feel beautiful when I wasn’t sure how I felt about myself,” I murmur, letting out an exhale.
“You know you’re gorgeous, sunshine. You don’t need me to tell you that,” he murmurs.
“My bruising… I don’t feel it and you know that. I wanted to thank you,” I smile.
He laughs softly and moves one of his hands to my hair. He twists it in the strands at the back of my head, and the other presses against the small of my back.
“Best thank you for a delivered compliment in my whole fucking life.” Sloane’s hands flex, tightening in my hair and pressing against my back even more.
“Baby, I know you’re vain and that looks really fucking matter to you, but believe me, Imogen, you’re still gorgeous no matter what,” he assures.
I close my eyes with a small nod. He presses his lips at the corner of mine before he stands up, helping me to my feet before he fixes his pants.
“Need to redo your lipstick, my sunshine,” he whispers.
My eyes widen, and I turn around to face the mirror, making a strangled noise. Sloane laughs softly behind me.
“My dick’s got that red lipstick all over it. Fuck me, I’m going to be hard all goddamn night just thinking about it,” he grunts as he leans against the jamb and watches me fix my face.
“Sloane,” I hiss as my eyes move to his. They sparkle as they take me in. I can’t stop my belly from fluttering.
“Mean it, baby. Can’t wait to get you back up to my room tonight and fuck you all night long,” he grins.
“All night?” I ask as I lift an eyebrow.
“All fucking night. I’m putting a baby inside of you tonight. Then maybe right before you fall asleep—” he mutters softly as he walks up behind me and places a hand on my belly. “—maybe I fuck that pretty ass of yours. Been a while, baby.”
His warm breath washes over my neck, his words making me shiver, causing my legs to shake with anticipation. It has been a while; so long, in fact, that I’m pretty certain it’s going to hurt.
When we were good, and then when we would go through long spells of being good, that was something we both enjoyed. I kept it from him when he hurt me. No way could I trust him to go there with me.
So, while it’s been a really long time, I trust him more now than I ever have, and I want that. The connection we share when we’re together, when I’m completely at his mercy like that, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I love it.
“It’s been a while,” I admit with a whisper, my eyes connected to his in the mirror.
“You feel comfortable with that?”
I could kiss him for asking. I nod once, biting the inside of my cheek, trying not to show how nervous I am—but I want it. I want him every way, and I want a new start to us, in every way possible, even in this.
“Make you feel good, sunshine,” he mutters as he presses his lips to my neck, nipping my skin before he licks me.
“I know you will, Sloane. You always do,” I admit on a whimper.
I’m so wet, between making him come with my mouth and this talk, I’m afraid that my need is going to start sliding down my thigh at any second. His hand slides down my belly and his fingers gently slide through my slick center.
“No panties,” he grunts as he presses his semi-hard cock against my back.
I rock against his fingers, urging them to play with my clit or slip inside of me, anything. “Dress is too tight,” I mutter.
“So wet, but you’re going to have to wait. We’re late, sunshine,” he murmurs. I can’t help the whine that escapes my lips. “Mmmm, I’ll take care of you, I always do—eventually.”
Sloane removes his fingers from beneath my dress and takes a step back, jutting his chin toward the mirror in a silent command for me to finish my lipstick. It takes everything inside of me not to stomp my foot like a child, but I don’t.
I finish my lipstick, and a few minutes later, we’re on our way out the door. I head toward his car, but he makes a tsking sound and guides me toward his motorcycle.
I haven’t ridden on the back of his bike in years, and I can’t stop the thrill of excitement as it rolls through me. Then there’s the fact that I’ll be completely exposed, and plastered against his back, with no barrier between my naked center and the rest of the world.
He loads my small bag in his saddle pouch and straddles the machine. I lick my lips at the sight of his thick thighs straining in his jeans and shiver. His head tips to the side as he watches me climb up behind him.
“Press that sweet bare cunt against my back, baby, and let’s ride,” he grunts.
My thighs shake as I do exactly what he asks. He starts the engine as my hands grip his shirt, and he roars down the road toward the clubhouse. I shiver at the sensations that roll through me. as his bike vibrates down the road.
Grabbing onto his shirt, clutching it in my hands, I try to bite back the moan as he moves through the curves of the mountain roads.
SOAR
The drive to the clubhouse is quiet. Mainly because we’re on my bike and we can’t talk. Genny holds on tight, her sweet bare cunt against my back.
I can feel her heat pressing against me and then, she shifts, and I hear her moan. Fuck me. She’s getting off. I try to focus on the road—that shit is not easy. Pulling over to the side of the dark shoulder, I stop.
Without speaking I turn around and wrap my hand around the back of hers, shoving her face in my neck while I slip two fingers into her wet pussy. She cries out as I curl my fingers inside of her and place my thumb against her clit.
“Get yourself there,” I growl in her ear. She whimpers and doesn’t say anything as she shifts, and rolls her hips, finding her release. When she comes it’s with a cry against my neck, and a sob. “You okay?”
She lifts her head, her eyes shining brightly, and a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, Sloane,” she whispers.
Fuck me.
Yeah.
Nothing else is said. I turn around and take off toward the clubhouse again. Her now, sopping wet pussy, pressed against me. Fuck, it’s one of the best feelings in the world.
My mind starts to wander, to think and I’m grateful for it. This will be my first true test. My first real party since getting out.
Sure, the guys threw me something when I was released, but I got drunk as shit and fucked a whore, maybe two. I honestly don’t remember. It wasn’t the same as what’s going to happen tonight.
Nervous.
I feel fucking nervous.
Imogen’s hand wraps around my thigh and she gives it a squeeze. “Sloane?”
“Just thinking,” I grunt, squeezing my handlebars a little tighter.
We pull into the clubhouse parking lot and I don’t make a move to get off of my bike.
She lets out a sigh and crawls off behind me only to crawl over my thighs, and straddle me. Her knees on either side of my hips. Parked in front of my club, I move my hands to wrap around the outsides of her thighs, my eyes looking into hers.
“Are you scared you’ll be tempted?” she asks.
Admitting it makes me feel weak, but if I can’t be honest and truthful with my wife, then who the fuck can I be honest with? I nod my answer and she smiles softly. “By drugs or women?” she asks.
My heart fucking aches that she even has to ask, but I understand why.
“Only one woman I want, Imogen,” I mutter, running my nose alongside hers. “Just you, my sunshine.”
I don’t kiss her, not wanting to mess up her lipstick again, but press my lips to the corner of her mouth. When I squeeze her thighs, I explain a little more about how I’m feeling.
I tell her that I haven’t craved the drugs since I’ve been out, but I’m worried that in this environment, at this party, I will. And if that craving is strong enough, I’m afraid I won’t be able to deny it. If I don’t deny it, I’ll hurt her, and the probability of me being locked up again is high.
“Sloane,” she sighs as she cups my cheeks when I’m finished sharing my pussy-assed feelings. “You’re assuming a lot of things. You’re worried and you don’t even know how you’re going to react yet. You cannot worry about what could happen. If I did the same thing, I wouldn’t be right here with you.”
Thinking about her words, I nod. She’s right. If she stressed about me, about my fidelity and the future—our future—then she definitely would not be where she is.
My track record is fucking shit, but I promised a change, I promised my faithfulness, and I aim to deliver. Part of that means no dope. My head has to be in the right place, and I can’t let my own self sabotage ruin our life.
“Ready to have some fun, sunshine?”
She smiles beautifully, nodding as she answers, “Yeah, I’m so ready.”
I squeeze her thighs and help her off of me, watching as she shimmies her skirt down and tries not to flash the empty parking lot with her bare pussy.
I get a peek anyway.
When she’s situated, I get off of my bike and wrap my hand around her waist. I tuck her close to my side and turn us toward the clubhouse.
“These rocks are going to ruin my shoes,” Imogen huffs next to me as we crunch through the gravel.
I reach down and pick her up, slipping my arm beneath her knees and my other behind her back. She throws her hands around my shoulders and looks at me with surprise.
“Shoes are hot as fuck, sunshine. I expect to see you in them in the future. I’m also going to fuck you in those shoes later.”
She shutters in my arms as her lips part in awe, and I know she’s imagining me fucking her hard, wearing nothing but the hot as shit shoes.
My sunshine can’t wait.
Chapter Twenty-Five
IMOGEN
Sloane sets me down just outside of the main clubhouse door. I can already hear the loud music blaring from the bar, and I know the party must be in full swing. We’re late, but not overly so.
Regardless, I know that these men like to party, and they like to party hard. He asks me if I’m ready, and although I’m not, I smile brightly and nod.
Walking into the hazy room, I look around and see that many whores have already lost their tops, or perhaps they never had them on to begin with. I’m not sure.
Sloane guides me away from them and toward another side of the room, the side where the couples always seem to congregate. Not that I came to club parties often, but when I did, this was where I hung out.
All of the Old Ladies smile as I step up to the group. Colleen’s eyes take me in, and when she reaches my face they soften. I’m surprised that I don’t see pity in them, but I don’t, and I’m relieved.
Sloane stays directly at my side the entire night, never leaving, ordering a prospect to deliver our drinks throughout the evening.
Perched on his lap, I spend my time chatting with the other women. It’s fun. Relaxed. It’s easy to ignore the other side of the room, the side where sex is assuredly being flaunted without reservation.
Mary-Anne and MadDog are the first to leave, followed by Ivy and Camo, then Mammoth and Teeny, then finally Torch and Cleo leave. The pregnant women, all looking as though they were at different levels of exhaustion.
I talk with Colleen and Bobbie for another half an hour or so, but they also decide to retire for the evening. It leaves just me and Sloane. I’m tipsy, but not exactly tired.
“How’s your pussy?” Sloane whispers against my ear from behind, his hands wrapping around my waist and squeezing.
“Neglected,” I admit as I let out a shaky exhale.
“Turn around and straddle me,” he mutters.
I shiver in his arms as I slip off of his knee. I shake my head and he tips his lips in a grin. “I’m not fucking you out here,” I say, waving my hand around.
“I was just going to play with you, baby,” he states.
Shaking my head again, I hold out my hand for him. He slips his inside and stands, his stomach brushing against my chest as he looks down at me. Then he tucks a piece of my wavy hair behind my ear before he lowers his face.
“I want to give you all of me, Sloane. I want wild fucking, but I don’t want anybody to see that.”
Wetting his lips, I hear a low groan deep inside of him as he dips his head even more, his mouth at my ear before he speaks.
“You’re definitely getting a wild fuck tonight, sunshine. Now go up to my room and wait for me. I want you in nothing but those heels,” he rasps.
“Sloane,” I gasp.
“Hurry now, baby.”
I turn away from him and head toward the bedrooms, stopping at the bathroom first to take care of business. When I’m washing my hands, of course, Destini walks in—her tits not moving an inch, even though she’s bare breasted. She smirks at me, and I can’t help but feel the need to scratch her damn eyes out.
“I honestly can’t believe he’s kept you around. It must be a pathetic existence, being you,” she laughs as she washes her hands.
“Why is that?” I ask before continuing. “I’m not here for one purpose only, to spread for whatever man requests it, or for any member that happens to amble on in here.”
“Snooty bitches like you never can keep a man. Eventually, they all come to girls like me, girls who have no boundaries. Girls who know how to suck, how to fuck, and how to take what we’re given with no backtalk.”
I try not to, but I burst out laughing in her face. She narrows her eyes on me and raises her hand. I catch her wrist before she can strike my healing face.
I squeeze her too-skinny wrist, knowing she probabl
y lives off of booze and cigarettes to stay scarily thin, so she’s weak as hell.
“Snooty bitches like me get claimed. We get branded and put up in nice houses, with nice cars, money and jewelry. Snooty bitches like me get their last names, their children, and most importantly their respect. Maybe you get one of them for a time or two, but they’re doing nothing but using you. When you’re too old, too stretched out, or generally of no use to them, they’ll toss you aside and another little cunt will take your place. But snooty bitches like me will still be here.”
I release her hand and turn my back to her. I take two steps away from her when she reaches out and grabs the back of my hair. A low, immature move if I ever saw one.
“You may think you’re something special, but I already know your man can’t keep that cock of his in his pants, so you better believe I’ll be right here to take care of him when he’s feeling like he wants some strange. Then when you suck his cock, I bet you’ll still be able to taste my pussy on it,” she laughs as she releases my hair. I school my features and turn to her as I take a few steps backward.
“I pity girls like you, I really do,” I state as I continue to back up, my hand on the handle of the door.
“Why?” she asks in confusion.
“You have no self-worth. None.”
“Like you? A woman who keeps taking her man back even though he’s fucking everything with a pussy?” she laughs harshly.
“I’m a woman who has been in love with the same man since she was fifteen years old. Big difference.”
“Not from where I’m standing,” she laughs.
Opening the door, I take another step out and give her a shrug. “Maybe not; but I’m not being used, either.”
I turn and leave her in the bathroom, trying to not allow her words to affect me. I can lie and say that they don’t, but they do. Words like that, words that talk of my husband’s numerous infidelities over the years probably always will, no matter what our relationship looks like at the time.
I’m not going to let her words ruin my night, though—not like she wants them to. I’m too tipsy, too needy, and too excited to have my husband in every part of my body.
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