by Eve R. Hart
“Oh, God!” The words came out loud and drawn out as his tongue made its first pass over my pussy and around my swollen, throbbing clit.
It was already too much. Too intense. Yet, my hand slammed down on the back of his head as if to hold him there and beg for more.
I was dizzy. The things that man could do with his mouth. And did do! I mean, damn. I’d never experienced anything like it before. How he slowly dragged me to the edge and how he kept me teetering there.
“Bocca, please,” I panted. I couldn’t take much more. “I need to come. Please.”
I could have sworn he chuckled but I was so far gone that I wasn’t sure of anything.
His mouth covered my clit as he slid a finger inside of me for the first time. As he sucked hard and curled his finger at the same time, I lost it. I shattered. My body shook like never before and I felt like I was floating in the middle of the ocean.
My mouth fell open and a strangled scream filled the room.
He kept going, slowing only slightly, drawing out my orgasm as long as possible. Finally, he pulled away, placing a kiss right above my sex as he made his way up my body and settled over me again.
“That was…” I panted out having no control over my brain or body at the moment.
“Just the beginning, baby,” he said, his tone cocky but not in a cheap sort of way. “Though I have to be honest, it’s been a while so the first time might be quick.”
“How long is a while?”
“A month…ish?”
I looked at him blankly.
“Try a year, then you can talk to me about a while,” I retorted playfully.
I had a feeling that Bocca got a lot of play. I’d seen how smooth he could be and I wasn’t an idiot. It wasn’t something I wanted to overly think about, but I wasn’t going to hold it against him. Besides, he said it had been a month. So all I heard was that he hadn’t touched anyone since he met me. And that made my heart soar.
“Oh, fuck, no,” he said in shock. “Then I have a lot of work to do.”
“Seems that way, biker boy.”
That made him light up and I giggled. Though I hated that I actually giggled, deep down, I loved that he could do that to me.
He kissed me and I felt hesitation on his part. Like he was trying to distract me with his mouth. But I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
Was he nervous?
That seemed beyond ridiculous. I imagined he could have sex in his sleep. Not that I wanted him to. But I got the sense that he was…well versed in that category.
So that wasn’t it. There was something else. Trying to figure it out had me slightly distracted, which led to him pulling away and looking down at me with pinched brows.
Instead of saying anything, I slid my fingers under his shirt. That was the moment he went stiff and froze.
“Bocca?” I said as my hands stilled on his bare flesh.
I kinda hated that I didn’t know his real name. I wondered why he hadn’t trusted me with that yet. What if it wasn’t even about trust? That was another thing that had me losing my mind.
I sat up, causing him to move back. Then I scooted forward, causing him to slide off the edge of the bed and get to his feet. I looked up at him with soft eyes. I had a good idea what was wrong and I wanted him to get over it and know that it was okay.
My fingers started at his waistband, slipping under his shirt once again. I kept my eyes locked on his as I softly and slowly moved my hand upward. His skin was soft but I could feel the firmness of his muscles. I felt my fingertips heat from the touch. My fingers glided over his marred flesh and I kept going as if I hadn’t noticed. We both knew that his scars were there but I wanted him to know that I saw past them.
Wordlessly, I dragged his shirt up encouraging him to remove it. Which he did in a very sexy manner. I was panting once again. As soon as his shirt hit the floor, I was working his belt free. He kicked out of his sneakers one at a time, then dragged his legs out of his pants the same way.
Now I was currently faced with his barely contained hard-on. And I say barely because the man-thong that I was starting to realize he loved very much, wasn’t doing much to hold him back in this state. I took a moment to look at them. These were the same as the ones he’d worn before only the pattern was a different color. I wondered how many he had.
“I really like these,” I commented on a giggle. “That’s weird, right? I never thought I would have. Maybe it’s just seeing them on you…” I bit my lip to keep from rambling any further.
“I do pull them off quite well,” he said. Though his words were a bit confident, if not arrogant, the shakiness I heard in his voice let me know he was trying to cover up the fact that he was still unsure.
“I want you,” I said scooting back on the bed and spreading out for him to take. “All of you.”
My words didn’t come out sexy. Instead, they came out soft and sweet. I mean I wanted all of him. His scars. His beauty. His darkness. His soul. And even his heart. Just like I wanted to give all of mine to him.
He dropped his thong and retrieved a condom from his crumpled up pants on the floor.
“I hope you have more than just that one,” I said as a way to break the intensity that clung to the air.
“Don’t you worry, my sexy, dirty nurse,” he said as he sheathed himself and lowered back down on top of me once again. My legs didn’t hesitate to wrap themselves around his hard body. “I got all I need to take care of you.”
I felt the blunt tip of his hardness brush up against me. It was enough to make my body bow back with anticipation as my lungs sucked in a quick breath. I needed him right now. No more talking. No more waiting.
I was so wet and he slid in so easily. He went painfully slow, causing my whole body to shake and heat with need. I felt every inch of him stretching me, filling me, to the point that I felt I might split wide open. This was like nothing I’d ever felt before and it was only the beginning.
“Shit,” he grunted out once he was fully seated inside of me.
“Give it to me, biker. There’s a lot of sexin’ to make up for,” I said half out of my mind.
“Oh that mouth,” he said and I felt like there would be a punishment coming if I kept it up.
I didn’t have the chance to respond. His mouth was on mine and his hips were working back and forth. A motion so languid and slow that I couldn’t help but to rock against it in desperate need.
We moved together so fluidly, so perfectly. I had no idea that something like this even existed. I knew, right here, right now, that I’d found my match. Everything that I hadn’t really believed in before suddenly felt so real. True Love. Soul Mate. As much as I hated those words, I couldn’t deny the truth in them right now. The realness. The end.
Because that was what Bocca was. My end. And my beginning. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know his name. First or last. It didn’t matter that I knew that he was keeping things from me or that he might have to do so in the future. Nothing mattered but making sure this man was in my life.
“Yes,” I moaned as I arched back further, my peaked nipples scraping against his hard chest.
My body was at war with itself. It was torn between wanting to stretch away from this overwhelming feeling and needing to curl into it.
He pushed into me, hard and fast. Then retreated with the patience of a saint, the contrast turning my world upside down and making mush of my brain.
“You feel so fucking amazing. Perfect,” he said breathlessly next to my ear.
His name fell from my throat in a raw, scratchy moan.
“Jake,” he all but mumbled.
“Your name’s Jake?” I said as we kept pace. It was strange but I didn’t think either one of us wanted to stop. Hell, I was surprised I even asked the question.
“My middle name, it’s what I preferred to go by when I was growing up.”
“Good enough for me,” I said as I kissed him.
Like something broke inside of him, he began to thru
st into me harder. I wrapped my legs around him tighter and held on. I was wound so tight and with every pull, every thrust, I was feeling tighter.
“I’m so close. Please, Jake, don’t stop.”
His hand gripped my hip, attempting to hold me in place as he worked his way in and out of me. Sweat coated our bodies and I wasn’t far off, I was going to come but I wasn’t ready yet. My moans escalated. My body grew rigid. I was helpless against the oncoming orgasm.
Then I came, hard and excessively. Like I’d never come in my life. All the while, screaming his name over and over. His eyes were on me, I could feel them, but my lids seemed like they were fused together as my body trembled with my release.
As soon as I started to come down, he changed his angle and started hitting something deep inside of me. He swelled, stretching me further as his harsh, sexy grunts filled my ears. He came, filling the condom, triggering another orgasm that had me going blind and clawing at his back.
“Rosemarie,” he said in a harsh, raw whisper.
His body collapsed onto mine. I stretched my legs out needing to work the tiny cramp that I started to feel in my legs. We held each other as we came back down. I loved the feeling of his weight on me, though I knew it wasn’t all of it. He was still attempting to hold some of it off me but I could tell he was struggling.
That was more than just sex. It was more than anything I’d ever known. My mind was definitely blown and I was left speechless.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Bocca
Where the hell did I begin?
That was…
I had no words at the moment. In fact, I currently didn’t have feeling in ninety percent of my body. Yep, I had fucked myself into numbness.
But I wouldn’t really call it fucking. Truth was, that was the most intense, most raw, most beautiful experience I’d ever had. It was so beyond anything that I didn’t even have a box to put it in.
If I had any doubts before that Rosemarie was a keeper, well that fucking went out the window the moment I slid inside her.
Neither of us could speak and that was alright with me.
Eventually, I reluctantly slid out of her and cleaned both of us up. Her body was limp and I could see that she was struggling to keep her eyes open. But the smile that was permanently plastered on her face told me all I needed to know.
“Stay,” she said half asleep as I tucked her under the covers.
Please, like I’d go anywhere.
“Always,” I said as I slid in beside her and pulled her body into mine.
“I want to keep you,” she whispered as her cool hand moved to rest on my hip. It came out garbled and I had an idea that she was practically asleep at this point.
A smile overtook my face as I hugged her tighter.
“I’m all yours, baby,” I whispered then kissed her head.
I fell asleep not long after that.
And I stayed asleep.
The first real, deep sleep I’d had in a month.
Then when I woke, I was comfortably warm, wrapped in a soft blanket of Rosemarie. Her head still on my chest, her body draped over my torso, her legs tangled with mine.
“You’re still here,” she said as she pulled herself out of slumber.
“Where else would I be?” I asked like she was crazy.
But for real, where the fuck else would I be? Not one single fucking place I would wish I was more than right fucking here.
“You’re so hard,” she said, her hand gripping my dick and giving it a firm squeeze. “Mmmm.” I wasn’t sure if that sound was because she was trying to wake or she was extremely hungry for my cock.
“Yeah, just like that, baby,” I said as she continued to stroke me slowly.
I spotted my pants on the floor, way too far for my liking right now. Damn. Should have thought of that last night. Wrapping my arm around her, I held on tight as I reached with all my might. I may have been trying to use some Jedi mind trick shit to get my pants to come to me. Just to let you know, it didn’t work.
Not so stealthily, I half fell off the bed. Luckily, she didn’t come with me. I snatched up my pants with lightning speed and fished out a condom. This only gave her the opportunity to slide down my body and take my cock in her mouth without me even realizing it until her hot, wet tongue circled my head as her lips closed around me.
“Oh, fuck!” I said half excited, half shocked by the unexpected act.
I was going to blow. I gritted my teeth and balled up my fists to try to stave off the embarrassingly fast orgasm that was about to rip through me.
I didn’t want to come in her mouth, at least not right now. Maybe another day. I hadn’t gotten enough of that glorious, tight pussy yet. As gently as I could, I pulled her head back off my dick and she actually whimpered in protest.
Hell, yeah!
I think I love this woman.
Uh, wait. Love?
Yeah, fuck it. I may have been clueless about romance and love but I was pretty sure that was what this was. It happened so quickly and I barely knew her, but I couldn’t ignore all the signs at that moment. I couldn’t pretend that my heart didn’t skip a beat when she looked up at me with a twinkle in those deep brown eyes. I couldn’t ignore the fact that just the thought of her name brought a smile to my face. Or that with a simple kiss the world melted away.
However, I couldn’t tell her that just yet. I got the feeling she was still trying her hardest to figure out what was going on here. And maybe was even doing her best to push her true feelings away.
That was fine. I was in this for the long haul. I had time. Right now, the important thing was to let her know that I really fucking cared about her. Not only that, but that I wanted something with her. I had to get her to understand that she wasn’t just a fuck to me. And the only way I could see to do that was to show her just how great we were together. Oh, and not leave her side until she forced me to. That last one was the big one.
After I rolled the condom down my throbbing cock, I pulled her body onto mine. I didn’t give her a chance to protest. I gripped her hips, lifted her up, and positioned her right where we both wanted her to be. Her hand slapped down on my chest as she sunk down on me.
“Ride me, naughty nurse,” I said with a sly wink.
She shook her head, but couldn’t hide the amused smile.
Then she did just that. She rode me hard and fast, her cute, small tits bouncing right in my face.
I sent her over the edge, her head whipping back and forth as she tried to hold back. I did my best to keep my balls from exploding. When she started to come back down, I flipped her over and plowed into her with everything I had in me. And this time when she came, I came with her.
We spent the day naked in bed. She informed me that I had her for the next two days and I told her that we weren’t leaving the bedroom.
For the most part, we stuck to that. There were times that we had to crawl out of bed, which we did on shaky, spent legs. We did have to stop and eat at some point. And I loved how we sat on the kitchen floor, me completely naked and her with the sheet wrapped around her as we devoured cold slices of pizza.
Those days we lived off of take-out and water and I seriously wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. That wasn’t to say that I wanted to keep her tucked away forever. No, I had plans to give her everything she deserved and wanted. And definitely, everything she needed.
It was so easy being around her. The little moments when I had her in my arms felt so freeing. Just sitting there talking about the small stuff was the best thing in the world.
I learned enough about her in those few days to know that I was never going to walk away from her. And I fucking hoped she felt the same.
Each night before we fell asleep, she would kiss my scars. Not all of them, but the most obvious ones. Her cool fingers would brush over them and then her soft lips would descend upon my skin, lingering for a beat longer than a second. And every time my body froze, half panicked because the memories were
right there, and half afraid the moment wasn’t real.
“Am I ever going to know what happened?” she asked as she kissed the last scar for the night.
The hours were counting down. Even though her words and eyes begged me for another round, I forced her to get some sleep. She had to be at work in six hours and I knew we hadn’t gotten more than a good nap’s worth of rest since I’d shown up.
I knew this was coming and I had been anticipating it from the second I saw her. Only it threw me that she wasn’t asking what happened. No, she was asking if I’d ever open up and tell her. Or maybe even, if I could tell her. That was the thing about Rosemarie, she was smart. I could tell that she caught onto some things that I didn’t say. She saw the things that I left out, but she hadn’t questioned any of them yet.
I had two choices here.
Tell her no.
Or go into the whole thing. Because I knew if I were to tell her that one day she’d get to know, I’d end up telling her right now anyway.
On one hand, it was club business. Though, I felt like this was on the fringe of things we shouldn’t talk about, especially with people we trusted. And yes, I trusted her, there was no questioning that.
But on the other hand, she kind of had the right to know what she was getting into with me. Right? It would only be the decent thing to let her in. To get her to understand the dangers that came with being with me, and the club. It would be utterly fucked up to keep that from her.
It was a hard choice. Rock and hard place and all that shit.
As her fingers lightly traced the puckered, angry patches of flesh, I decided that I not only had to let her in, but I wanted to. I needed to.
“I wanted to save them,” I said feeling myself break.
Nadya’s words, her questions, they had been rolling around in the back of my head ever since I went to see her. I understood the point she was trying to make and I was also working to believe that she was right. Not that I would ever even think about arguing about it with her to her face. Each day, each second that ticked on, brought me closer to accepting my hell. It brought me closer to releasing my blame and guilt. But I knew it wasn’t something that was going to come easily or overnight.
