THE BABY OATH: Anarchy’s Reign MC

by Sophia Gray

  Antonia blushed and shook her head. She pressed her face into Cal’s chest, lazily kissing his chest hair and rubbing her hand along his thick, powerful arms. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

  “No,” Cal said, his tone serious, full of some unspoken emotion. “I really don’t.”

  Antonia didn’t know what to say that, so she decided to just keep petting Cal, gradually applying more pressure with her hands until she was raking her nails down his chest and stomach, then teasing at the waistline of his pants, which had somehow remained on during the whole finger-fucking and oral sex session. Antonia undid the button and the zipper, but she was too drained of energy, at least for the moment, to force the pants off of him entirely. Her hands drifted back up to his chest, her fingers lazily circling one nipple. Cal grunted a little under his breath, and Antonia’s energy perked up a little bit in curiosity. He likes to be teased, she realized, biting on the inside of her lip to keep herself from smiling and betraying the fact that she’d uncovered something secret about him. She kept moving her hand casually along his chest, lightly pressing her nails down, not exactly scratching him but applying enough pressure to make him murmur something under his breath. Antonia let her fingers dance along his collarbone, smirking to herself when she felt the hairs on his skin stand up in response her touch. She eventually dropped her hand back down to his stomach. His firm abdominal muscles tensed under her touch, clenching and unclenching rapidly as her fingers traveled down to his pants.

  “You really know what you’re doing here, don’t you?” Cal muttered above her head. He brought his hand down to scratch at the top of Antonia’s back, briefly distracting her from her task.

  “Mm? Just having fun,” Antonia said. She gazed up at Cal. A lazy smile spread over his face. He looked so relaxed, so calm. She only realized now, seeing him like this, that he was tense most of the time, walking around like he was carrying a giant set of weights on his shoulders. But here, at least for the moment, he stretched out his body like a cat, looking perfectly content to have Antonia on top of him.

  Antonia slid down his body a couple of inches until her face was aligned with his stomach, allowing her to drop soft, teasing kisses against the stretch of hair that pointed towards his crotch. “Your skin is soft,” Antonia whispered, brushing her lips lightly against the area of skin around his belly button.

  “No, it’s not,” Cal said a little defensively. Antonia had to fight to keep herself from laughing at him. He was too manly to be “soft,” she realized. She would have to be more careful about choosing her words. But for now, it was too much teasing him. It was so addicting, like just one taste of it made her need more and more. She wanted to make him blush, to force his blood to move this way and that because of her words and actions. She wanted to feel powerful.

  “Come on,” she said, leaning up to look back into Cal’s eyes. “You know you’re a big tough man.”

  “Shut up,” Cal said, scoffing and shaking his head. Antonia thought she noticed a slight change in the pigmentation of his cheeks, the color of his face going a little darker as he averted eye contact with Antonia. He’s embarrassed, Antonia thought, feeling her heart beat faster in her chest. He’s shy, for Christ’s sake. It was ridiculous, thinking that this burly, handsome man could possibly be vulnerable, but here it was, happening right before her very eyes.

  “Mm,” Antonia murmured. She reached up to grab both of Cal’s arms, feeling over his bulging muscles. “You work out a lot, don’t you?”

  “I just live an active lifestyle, that’s all,” Cal said, shrugging humbly. Antonia had to bite her tongue to keep herself from unleashing a stream of questions that had been lurking at the back of her mind for the past several weeks. What kind of lifestyle is that? Where do you go at night? What do you do? Can I come with you to see?

  Instead of saying any of that out loud, she kept kissing his stomach while her fingers rubbed and pressed on his biceps, tracing the outlines of his muscles. She imagined all the power that he held underneath his skin. A little shiver ran down Antonia’s spine just thinking of what Cal might be capable of. I bet he could fuck me against a wall, keeping me up the whole time. The thought made her cunt grow a little warm again, even though it was still kind of numb in the aftermath of her orgasm.

  She finally began biting the skin of his stomach, growing too impatient to hold herself back anymore, even if she did like to keep Cal on his toes, unsure of what was to come. Antonia gripped harder at his arms and pressed him down into the mattress, attempting to pin him under her weight. When Cal tried to shift underneath her, she bore down with her hips, keeping him in place. “Stay put,” she whispered as she nibbled along the waistband of his pants. He inhaled shakily. “I want to take care of you.”

  “Why?” Cal asked in a low whisper, flexing his muscles even though he remained in place, obeying Antonia’s command.

  “Because you just made me come my brains out,” Antonia said with a laugh. “I want to return the favor. Now relax.”

  Cal looked like he was about to argue for a second. He frowned slightly before he finally relaxed, sighing deeply as he leaned his head back against the pillow. Antonia’s hands moved to grab Cal’s, her fingers entwining with his while her palms pressed down as hard as they could to remind him not to move.

  Antonia bit and sucked along the skin of his lower stomach, smiling to herself when she heard Cal gasp a little, his breath coming out more and more unevenly as she grabbed the hem of his pants between her teeth, tugging and pulling until they fell down to his knees, revealing his thick muscular thighs. “Mm, yummy,” Antonia said. She leaned in to sink her teeth into the newly uncovered muscles, moving up and down with her mouth until she felt his skin prickle with goosebumps under her lips.

  “Shit,” Cal whispered, so softly that it was probably not intended for Antonia’s ears, but she felt a surge of satisfaction anyway. Her head felt heavy with lust as she stared up between Cal’s legs to look him in the eyes. He looked almost helpless, his mouth fallen open and his face contorted as he spread his legs wider, inviting her to touch him in his most sensitive area.

  Antonia grinned mischievously as she looked at the bulge protruding from Cal’s underwear. God, he was so fucking big, bigger than anyone she’d ever fucked before. She almost couldn’t believe that she’d ever taken his full length inside of her. I’m fucking strong, she thought to herself. She leaned in to press her mouth against the fabric of Cal’s boxers, keeping her lips closed so as not to get them wet just yet. She wanted to tease him, bring him to the edge several times and then back again before finally pushing him over. She wanted to fucking destroy him, to make him feel like he was being rearranged and remade, just like he’d done to her.

  “Shit, goddammit,” Cal huffed out, his hips rising as he arched his back to push his cock closer to Antonia’s face. “Touch it.”

  “What was that?” Antonia said. She pulled back and wiped her mouth, giggling a little as Cal groaned in disappointment and sagged back against the pillow. “What do you want?”

  “You know what I fucking want,” Cal said between clenched teeth. His arm muscles bulged more as he strained under Antonia’s arms. Antonia knew that he could easily throw her off if he wanted to, but he was holding himself back, letting her be in control. It gave her a little thrill to think that she had the power here. She could walk away at any moment, leaving Cal hard and desperate for her. But she wouldn’t. She was going to fuck him as hard as she possibly could, but not without a proper build-up.

  Last time they just rushed into it, and she’d let Cal pound her into the kitchen counter. She’d loved it, but she wanted to see if he could be patient. He seemed to have so much sexual energy, all of it lying dormant during the day and then bursting out of his body at night. She wanted to see what would happen if she let it build up and then go back down again. She wanted to know what he was like when he was really frustrated, denied control, teased to the point of insanity. Would he fuck her even har
der than before? She wasn’t sure if that was even possible, but Antonia’s heart pounded faster as a result just thinking of it, picturing herself being torn apart by the huge dick currently straining against the fabric of Cal’s boxers.

  “I’m bad at guessing games,” Antonia said. She pulled back farther from Cal’s crotch and tossed her hair over her shoulders imperiously, feeling regal even though she was totally naked. She should have felt exposed and vulnerable, but instead she felt like a queen, surveying the glorious kingdom of Cal’s body quivering underneath her. “You’re going to have to tell me what you want,” she added, keeping her face as innocent as possible even though she knew he could probably tell she was teasing him on purpose.

  “Your mouth,” Cal said, licking his lips and breathing a little harder. His firm chest rose and fell faster. “I want your fucking mouth.”

  “Where?” Antonia whispered. She leaned over Cal’s body until she was hovering over his face, staring right down into his big dark eyes. “Where do you want it?”

  Cal groaned and shut his eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply a few times. He squeezed Antonia’s fingers so hard that she thought her hand might get bruised. “On my dick. I want you to suck it.”

  “That’s not a very nice way to ask,” Antonia scolded him. She dragged her lips down the side of his neck, mouthing at the big purple vein there until he was mumbling something incoherent under his breath.

  “Suck my fucking dick, please,” Cal grunted out. His voice sounding vaguely irritated, but Antonia wasn’t worried. She knew he would thank her for this later.

  “One more time for me?” Antonia said. “I couldn’t quite hear you.” She bit down on the bottom of his chin and sucked lightly until he practically whimpered.

  “Please, Antonia,” he half-sobbed, panting as Antonia pulled one hand away from his and started traveling down his body again. “Please, suck my fucking dick, please.”

  “Good boy,” Antonia whispered hotly into his ear. She licked down his neck again, peppering his chest and stomach with kisses before she got to his boxers. Seeing how his cock twitched even though she hadn’t touched it directly yet, Antonia made a last second decision to tease him a bit more. He was desperate for it, sure, but he hadn’t transformed into an animal yet. She wanted to drive the beast within his body to the absolute edge and force him to come out and fuck her.

  Antonia licked her lips and pressed them against the cloth-covered cock, mouthing lightly at it. Cal let out off a choked-off groan, his hips rocking forward to push more of his length against her mouth. “Mm, yeah, so hard for me, aren’t you?” Antonia murmured. She slid down to run her tongue over his balls, wetting the fabric.

  “Fucking do it already,” Cal said.

  Antonia laughed, then, surprising herself with how happy she sounded. “You’re going to have to be a lot meaner than that if you expect me to just do what you want,” she said. She dragged her tongue all the way up from his balls to the head of his cock, feeling it pulse through the fabric.

  Above her, Cal growled a little, but he didn’t sound angry. Antonia kept at it, twirling her tongue in circles around the head of his dick, tasting him even through the layer of underwear separating them, smelling his secret scent, that indescribable smell that made her feel a little drunk, overwhelmed with desire for him. She couldn’t wait to taste the real him, to lick the salt from his skin. But first, she needed to make him want it even more.

  Antonia brought her hand between his legs and tickled at the sensitive skin of his thighs for a few moments while her mouth focused on his cock, sucking lightly for a few seconds a time. Eventually, her hand made it to his balls. Her fingers gently tugged and squeezed. Cal grunted obscenities and jerked his hips upward, pushing his covered cock a little deeper into her willing mouth.

  “Yeah, fuck, yeah, do it,” Cal muttered. His free hand reached down into her hair and pushed lightly to force her down onto his cock. Her mouth took most of him in while her hand moved faster over his cock, squeezing the whole thing in her palm over and over again. With her eyes closed, she imagined that she was holding onto his heart, making it pulse for her, setting the rhythm of his blood to whatever pace she wanted. Still, Cal wasn’t as helpless as she wanted him to be. He could still form coherent sentences, for one thing, so her job was clearly still far from finished. She tightened the seal of her lips around his cock and sucked like she was trying to swallow him whole. Cal responded by whining loudly, like a dog begging for food. “Oh! Ahh! Shit!”

  Antonia tickled his balls a few times, swallowing around his cock, but after a few more seconds she’d had enough. She pulled herself off his cock entirely and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “Fuck! Goddammit!” Cal said in a frustrated, raised whisper, disentangling his hand from Antonia’s hair to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “Jesus Christ.”

  Antonia gave herself a moment to just stare at him, drinking in all the details of his flushed, aroused body, while he met her gaze through heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes. “You want to drive me crazy, is that it?” Cal asked in between long, drawn-out panting breaths.

  “Maybe,” Antonia said coyly. She leaned down to lick a hot line from between Cal’s pecs, down his stomach, over the outline of his cock. “Maybe I just like playing with you. You’re like my new favorite toy.”

  Cal smiled and rolled his eyes, but it wasn’t a mocking gesture. He reached down again. Antonia expected him to push his hand on the back of her head, guiding her back towards his cock, but instead he just traced the outline of her face, his fingers lightly hovering over her cheek. “You’re something else, you know that?” Cal whispered. He blinked heavily as he stared at her, and she felt weirdly calm even though her heart still thundered in her chest like a freight train.

  Antonia blushed a little and looked away from Cal. She ran her hands over his thighs and hips. “You want me to take these off?” she asked, sticking her thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and tugging just a little bit so that they dipped below his hipbones.

  Cal gave a scoffing laugh. “Um, yeah. Duh.”

  Antonia smiled, but she didn’t give him what he wanted right away. Instead, she leaned over and bit down on his hip, sucking around the protruding bone until a pathetic whine fell out of Cal’s mouth. “Ahh…ohhh…”

  She raked her teeth over his hips and pushed his boxers down a little bit more as she sunk her teeth into the very top of his thigh. Cal spread his legs farther apart. His hand found her head again, pressing down so hard that Antonia wasn’t sure she could throw him off this time if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to. She wanted him to press down harder, to force her to give all of her mouth to him, to bite him like an animal. She wanted him to unleash his deepest, darkest desires, to give her all the parts of himself that he’d been hiding ever since they’d met. He won’t, some small part of her, deep inside her mind, thought. He doesn’t trust me enough to show me the beast inside his heart. He doesn’t care enough to make the effort, either.

  Still, she kept going, gradually pushing the band of his boxers down with her mouth until the top of his dick was exposed. By this point, Cal was panting harder than ever, his fingers tangling into her hair almost painfully while he gripped her other hand so hard she worried he was going to break one of his own fingers from sheer force.

  But it was his face that led her to finally move on to the next stage—his expression so pained, so torn up that she couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him. He looked like he was suffering under the weight of his own desire, and she decided it was time to have mercy on him, since he would never break down and beg her the way she wanted him to.

  Just then, though, right after she’d given up all hope, he cleared his throat and closed his eyes, his cheeks darkening even more as he whispered, “Please.”

  Antonia’s hairs stood on edge in response to that single word. Her body tingled as her blood coursed faster through her veins. “What was that?” she whispered. She crawled back up
Cal’s body until she was eye-level with him, staring deeply into the darkness of his pupils.

  Cal swallowed hard and licked his lips again before answering. When he spoke again, his voice was a bit louder, but it still trembled, like he was terrified of his own words. “Please. Fucking suck me off. Please. I need it.”

  Antonia grinned so hard and so fast that it felt like her face was splitting in half. She chuckled lowly and leaned in to tease her teeth along the edge of Cal’s neck, her tongue dancing along the outline of his shoulder. An electric current seemed to buzz off his skin, his desperation more and more tangible with every pulse of his heart. She imagined that she could taste his desire, feel it pressing against her tongue. It was enough. Finally, she was getting to the good part, the part she’d been aching for forever. If she was being honest with herself, it was the thing she’d been waiting for ever since she’d met Cal, to feel him truly come apart, all because of her.

  She reached down and tore Cal’s underwear off, tossing it across the room. No more games. It was time to break Cal down and rebuild him from the ground up. For that, she’d have to get her hands dirty.