SACRED GRIP

by Allen, J. C

  I wanted in on the action some. And while I could fight that reaction for several minutes longer than most, even I had my limits. The decision to move on to the next phase of the wakeup thus came out of my own throbbing erection’s growing eagerness.

  And so, as Eve’s still sleeping body tensed further, her fingertips beginning to clench into the fabric of the sheets, I moved my hand up and slid two fingers past her now incredibly slicked entrance. I heard a gasp and a moan.

  Smiling, I worked the fingers deeper and deeper, testing to see how far I could go before Eve awoke. Having done this a couple of times, I was getting a better sense of what would wake her and what would give her the female equivalent of a wet dream. This would wake her eventually, but—

  “Oh! Oh God!”

  It was a sound that was woven from equal lengths of pleasure, playfulness, and defeat. It was the sound of a woman on the brink of climax who’d simultaneously realized she’d lost a game that she’d only just then realized was being played. It was a sound that I, myself, had made a few times this week—but one that I was determined to make her produce more than I ever did.

  I glanced up towards her, not bringing myself to leave my work. I could see her beautiful eyes staring back at me, almost in disbelief—in moments that didn’t involve both of us naked, I suspected that she, too, woke up often thinking “God fucking damn!”

  Those eyes regarded me, showing with that same look of pleasure, play, and defeat, and then rolled back before hooding behind her fluttering lids. Her body tensed, convulsed, and her grip on the sheets deepened, creating five angry-looking divots in the bedding at either side of her writhing torso. It was like holding on to a canoe in the middle of rushing rapids—except I was the one producing the shaking and I was the one getting off from rocking the boat.

  “O-oh fuck!” Eve growled out in a husky, half-woken voice. “Just like that! Eat me! Fuck, Derek!”

  Suffice to say, I eagerly obliged.

  She whimpered. Her next inhale led to a hiccup. She paused, ended her breath in a sharp gasp, and then let out a long, sustained moan as the muscles of her stomach began to twitch. Motivated by the response, I intensified my efforts, watching the playfulness and defeat wash entirely from her face and leaving behind a mask of sheer pleasure.

  I don’t think she had any regrets about getting me to deliver this morning wakeup call.

  “C-close…” she said, more breathlessly uttering the words than actually producing coherent English.

  Hearing this, I arched my fingers, found the sweet spot inside her, and began to strum with a rising tempo against the sensitive surface of her G-spot. Her body responded by pitching back, her legs clamping down on other side of me as her ass lifted off the bed. I smirked at the response, allowing myself to be pulled along.

  And now, for the moment you’ve been waiting for, babe.

  Gently taking her clit between my lips by sucking in, I began a series of rapid flicks with my tongue as I slowed my thrumming fingers; giving her two most sensitive parts a conflicting set of sensations.

  Eve’s head began to roll from side to side in slow, agonized flops. Her moan was a long, low whimper. Her lips moved, speaking, but no words came. She had become overriden by the intensity of pleasure coursing through her body.

  She was on the edge.

  I continued, reading the signs I’d come to know as a language all their own—one I’d become quite fluent on, if I may say so—and waited. It was all in the speed and volume, I’d come to find; the tempo of her rocking head and the pitch of her moan always reached a certain point right before…

  Her head began to wag that much faster, her moan rising to almost a shrill cry of pleasure.

  I sped up my fingers to match the rapid pace I’d set with my tongue at that moment.

  Eve came.

  Hard.

  So hard, in fact, I almost lost my breath as she closed my head with her legs, hips, and hands, trapping me on there. And then, when the climax of the climax ended, she shoved me away with such violence that I thought I was going to pop a vertebrae.

  So, yeah, it was worth it.

  “Jesus,” Eve said breathlessly. “Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Ohhhhh, my God, Derek.”

  I looked down, noticing that her hips wouldn’t stop quivering—like an orgasmic muscle spasm of sorts.

  “Yeah, I don’t think you mind.”

  “Fucking kidding me!” she said, having so much energy from that session that it was like she wanted to rip my tongue out for permanent placement—which she sure had come pretty damn close!

  “Nearly tore my damn head off,” I said with a laugh, rubbing my sore neck as I moved up to her.

  “Sorry,” Eve said, sounding embarrassed. “Heat of the moment, you know.”

  I laughed that much harder, started to shake my head, then decided I’d need a couple of aspirin first.

  “Why are you sorry?” I said, “It was really damn sexy. My neck may not like it, but I sure as hell did.”

  “Well, in that case, you’re welcome,” she said before taking in another deep breath and letting it out in a satisfied hum. “Wow! A girl could get used to waking up like that.”

  I think you’ll get a lot more of that in the weeks and months to come, babe.

  “Figured I owed you for the way you woke me up yesterday.”

  She giggled and shook her head, looking like a girl who had truly woken up in a fantasy—not like a fantasy, but an actual fantasy.

  I could say the same for myself when I awoke

  “Still can’t believe how long it took you to wake up! I had you balls deep before your eyes even began to open.”

  “And who said I wasn’t awake before that point and just wanted to see how much farther you’d go?”

  “Oh, sure, those were waking snores, huh? I didn’t know that Derek Knight was attempting to win an Oscar for his sleeping scenes.”

  “Totally,” I said, trying my best to sound serious. “Waking snores. Those exist. Look it up.”

  A smile crossed over my face, betraying the effort, followed by a short laugh.

  Eve smiled back and also laughed, but then she went silent.

  Not for any bad reasons.

  But for a very, very, very good one.

  The smile turned to a wicked grin, and I raised my eyebrow at the sight. Before I could say anything, she was on me like a dog in heat. I shivered, watching as she ran her lips down my chest. I could feel my own breathing grow heavy at the sight. She was possessed, endowed with the spirit of the orgasm, and now she was going to transfer it to me.

  Oh, fuck, yes.

  “My turn,” she growled.

  She growled! She literally growled!

  She was a tigress who’d found her prey. I was fully willing to submit to her.

  I watched with fascination as she slid my shaft down her throat, her full lips wrapping around my dick perfectly. As I disappeared into her mouth, I arched back as she used her tongue to swirl around my length.

  Fuck! She knew exactly what to do with me. It was almost unfair how good she was—it meant I never lasted as long as my ego wanted to believe.

  I watched as she continued and wondered just how much control she had on her gag reflex. Perhaps it was my ego making up for my inability to last hours and hours because of her skill, but I knew I wasn’t exactly small, and she seemed able to take my cock so easily. It was like watching an unarmed man fight a bear; it never stopped being simultaneously fascinating and seemingly impossible.

  Most especially when the unarmed human was able to wrangle the bear with ease.

  Her cheeks puffed as her neck bulged, but, undeterred, she just kept on sinking and swallowing… sinking and swallowing…

  And sinking and swallowing.

  I arched back, moving my hands through her silky hair. I groaned, glancing down at her. Without pausing in her efforts, she looked back up at me; her beautiful eyes burning into my own with an expression of lust and conquest. I just hoped that
my eyes had had a similar effect on her before. It was almost enough to throw me over the edge then and there.

  Then, dwelling too long on that thought, “almost” became something more.

  And, once again, my ego got put in its place—not that the rest of me was complaining in any way.

  A man’s climax, like the loss of one’s grip on a heavy weight, was a constant slave to the awareness surrounding it—the moment one thought “I can’t hold on” it was already too late. I tried to stammer out a warning, but my breath was gone from me.

  Just like I with her, however, Eve could tell I was close without the benefit of my saying so. She could sense it and could feelit. Our bodies had formed a communication all of their own, and I fucking loved it.

  I arched back, crying out in pleasure as my release slammed through me. I could feel her drinking me. I shivered, that much more rewarded by the thought as by the sensation.

  It.

  Was.

  Incredible!

  I’d never felt so much pleasure from a blowjob before Eve. With her, everything felt more amplified, even the smallest touches nearly undid me with her. It was so fucking amazing!

  I finished, spent, and fell back, panting. Eve slid back beside me, looking satisfied by her accomplishment, my taste, or both. I glanced over at her, smirking. She smiled back, and I leaned in to kiss her.

  Life could not have been more perfect then. These types of moment, the post-coital ones, were sometimes better than the actual sex itself. It was a moment in which nothing from the outside mattered. I was looking at Eve’s eyes, the gateway to her soul, and seeing her true self. These moments made me believe more than anything those words that I’d first uttered to her a few weeks ago.

  I love you.

  I love you so much.

  I—

  And then my phone began to ring.

  “Fuck…” I sighed, turning away from Eve to glance at the screen that had lit up from the bedside counter.

  “It’s Roost,” I said, groaning with effort—both physical and emotional—to roll out of bed. “I gotta take this.”

  Eve, though seeming to resent the timing just as much as me, didn’t protest. She had just as much invested with the Savage Saviors now as I did. My business was as much hers.

  While I did resent the phone call for interrupting my morning with Eve, I knew there was still a lot that had to be done. Along with things being great with Eve and I, the Saviors had never been stronger too. I had become the leader I should’ve been from the beginning. Better late than never.

  I slid out of bed, grabbing my phone off the nightstand as I did. Pressing the “answer” button, I moved the phone to my ear, hearing the chatter and movement of work in the background at the shop. It was the kind of sound I enjoyed hearing… when I wasn’t trying to have an emotionally intimate moment with my girlfriend.

  “What’s up, Roost? This better be important,” I said, not masking my annoyance at being interrupted.

  “Well, ain’t’cha a charmer, an’ a good mornin’ to ya, too, dick cheese,” Roost said, adding a mocking tone to his voice.

  “Let’s just say I was having a good morning before your ugly mug showed up on my phone,” I said.

  “Alright, boys,” Eve called out loudly enough to be heard from both ends. “Quit your bickering and get down to business!”

  I gave her a prideful look, and she paused to revel in my admiration before she slid from the bed and sauntered towards the bathroom, swaying her hips teasingly at me as she went. God. Fucking. Damn!

  The sound of Roost’s laughter cut through as I tried my best to turn away from Eve as she slipped away into the bathroom. The sight of her swaying, naked ass nearly undid me again. I promised myself there’d be plenty of time for that—all of that—later and finally forced myself to turn away.

  Away from sex. Away from emotional conversations. Away from… well, not away from Eve, but away from thinking of Eve.

  I groaned, running my hand over my face as the last of Roost’s laughter died out.

  “So, what’s going on?” I asked, switching to business mode.

  “Well, we might’a found some clues to what the Falcons’ got in the works,” Roost said. “Not anythin’ too big—we don’t think so, at least—but… well, I jes’ can’t be certain. Maybe yer gonna think it’s big. Figured it was better to have ya check it out, jes’ to be sure.”

  “Alright, I’ll be right there,” I said, knowing that neither of us liked doing business over the phone.

  “Great, bring Eve, too. I wanna know her thoughts on this too,” Roost said before hanging up.

  Wait, bring Eve? Why?

  Then again, last time I left her here, we went on another wild good chase to get her.

  But still, to request her thoughts and not just have her there for security reasons?

  Sighing, I set my phone down and worked to wipe the last of the sleep from my face. My head was buzzing with the demands of a new day while I still had post-orgasmic tingles from a morning blowjob. Oh, the perks and drawbacks of having a girlfriend as both sexy to look at and as good in bed as Eve was.

  I laughed at the thought.

  “What’s funny?” Eve asked, stepping out of the bathroom.

  I jumped, startled, and glanced back at her. I resented the sight of the robe she’d since slipped into. But it’s for the best… I think.

  “Nothing,” I said, admiring the small bit of cleavage I could make out. “Just a grown man giggling at his own good fortune.”

  “Trust me,” she said in a professional tone, “no man is too grown up to giggle. So what’s up? What happened with Matty?”

  “Well,” I said as I pulled myself up and moved towards the dresser to pick out my clothes. “Roost said he might have found something concerning the Black Falcons. Said he’s not sure, though, and wants us to come down to the shop to check it out.”

  “Us? As in you and me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Guess so,” I nodded. “After all, if I gotta be the king of the Savage Saviors then it’s only fair that you be their queen, right? You don’t mind that, do you?”

  “Not at all,” she smiled. “I want to help you out however I can.”

  “Good,” I said, going over to kiss her. I pressed my lips onto hers gently before pulling back with a smirk. “Plus, I can’t have your pretty face getting captured again. I may have nine lives, but I think I’ve used six of them already.”

  “Oh please, says the man who had to have me rescue him twice from death.”

  At least.

  “Touche,” I said, beginning to slip into a pair of jeans and catching myself getting excited at the sudden awareness that Eve would have to once more get naked, even if only momentarily, in order to get dressed, as well. “Alright. Now that that’s that, let’s not keep Roost waiting, shall we?”

  “Agreed,” Eve said, slipping her robe off.

  I hate to say I did this, but I actually turned away from the sight. Not because I would have disliked it, but the opposite—I would have liked it too much. My dick would have sprung right back to life, I would have completely forgotten about Roost’s phone call, and then I’d be putting the state of the club behind schedule… all for an extra quickie that I knew wouldn’t be as much of a quickie as this one.

  The one thing it did that I didn’t like, however, was it forced me to think about how entailed Eve had become in the club. It was easy to just call her the queen to my king, the first lady to my president, the duchess to my duke, but in reality, I hated that I had helped lift her out of the slums of the Black Falcons, only to put her back in the line of fire with them. In fact, not only had I done that, I’d put her in an even riskier spot—at least at her day job, she didn’t face the risk of drive-by shootouts.

  But, as leaving her at my place last time had shown, even that wasn’t safe. The only surefire way to keep her safe was to keep her in my line of sight or, at the very least, in sight of trusted Savior members.
It just reeked of being too possessing, but the alternative was somehow even worse.

  Someday, babe. Someday, you’re going to be able to walk through the mall with nothing more than single dads and divorced losers gawking at you instead of criminal assholes who want to rape you.

  Someday.

  Eve came out to the kitchen, dressed in jeans, a tight red top, and athletic boots. She was both sexy as hell and combat-ready.

  Why the hell you thinking of her in terms of being combat ready?

  “Let’s go,” she said, all statement and no question.

  I kissed her, took her hand, and led her down the elevator and to my motorcycle.

  The drive to the shop was quick.

  Too quick.

  I hated how fast it was over. Trips that had once felt so novel, so new, and so exhilarating had just gone back to being part of the daily grind and the daily adventure. I hated it.

  I decided after all this was over, Eve and I would go on a road trip. I had always loved riding, but when Eve was with me, it was a whole new feeling. She affected me with everything. In such a short amount of time she had changed everything, and I loved her all the greater for it.

  But until we solved a certain bird issue in town, we weren’t going to be driving any further than Samsville.

  “I wonder what Roost found,” Eve said as we dismounted from the bike.

  “He didn’t seem that confident in what he found,” I replied, heading in and nodding to a few Saviors members working on shipment. “But I guess we’ll just have to see. Didn’t sound too worried, but you never really know in these spots.”

  As I made my way into the office with Eve beside me, I was greeted by several other members of the Saviors. I was astonished at just how much things had changed.

  After the incident with Tyler, I had taken my role as the leader of the Saviors a lot more seriously. I didn’t want to see any further abandonments in the group, and though I knew there was always the risk of dropouts and traitors in times of war and violence, I swore I’d live up to the standard set by my father to better take care of it.

  I was happily surprised to see that my efforts had made a difference. Productivity had never been higher, and with the lack of activity from the Falcons, the Saviors had never been stronger. I knew I couldn’t take all the credit, but it felt good to be the leader that my dad would’ve wanted me to be.