Badger

by Harley Wylde

  “Sweet girl, your doctor said you needed to take it easy. And trust me when I say easy isn’t even remotely possible when I’m inside you. All I want to do is pound into that sweet pussy until you feel me for days after.”

  “I need to come,” she begged. “Make it stop hurting.”

  Fuck me. How the hell was I supposed to deny her when she said that? Of course, the doctor had said sex wasn’t a good idea. He hadn’t said anything about me giving her pleasure without taking my own.

  “Stand up,” I told her. “Take off your clothes. All of them.”

  Her eyes widened and she slowly stood and began stripping off her clothes. When she stood naked in the middle of the kitchen, I spread my legs a little to brace her weight and pulled her down across my thighs. Her legs splayed and I could see how slick she was, my poor angel. Oh yeah, she wanted me, and while I couldn’t give her my cock, I could still make it good for her.

  I wrapped my arm around her back and she leaned against it, her breasts thrusting upward, just asking for attention. I bent my bent my head and took a rosy tip between my teeth, giving it a gentle nip before sucking on it. Adalia trembled in my arms as I sucked and licked her hard nipple. I reached across her and teased the other side with my fingers, pinching and rolling the rosy peak until she was crying out for more. I almost wished I had a third hand, so I could tease that sweet pussy at the same time. Maybe we should have taken this to the bedroom so I’d have both hands free.

  I released her breast and slid my hand down the slope of her belly. I didn’t stop until I’d reached that pretty pussy, and used my fingers to open her up. Releasing the nipple still in my mouth, I looked down between her legs and nearly groaned at how fucking beautiful she was. All slick, pink, and swollen. Yeah, my baby needed me, and I was going to make sure she had an orgasm that would satisfy her at least for the rest of the night. Or so I hoped. I really didn’t want to push it while she was healing.

  I brushed her clit with my thumb, just lightly stroking it. Her eyes were dark with passion as I kept rubbing, each stroke getting a little harder, until she was moaning and trying to fuck my hand. I slipped a finger inside her, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough. She’d taken my cock like she was born to it, and a single finger wasn’t going to satisfy my hungry girl. Keeping her still was more of a challenge than I’d anticipated, but I gripped her tight as I fucked her, adding a second finger, then a third.

  She was getting hotter and wetter with every thrust of my fingers, and I knew she wouldn’t last long. Suddenly, the thought of her coming on my hand wasn’t enough. I abruptly pulled away and lifted her onto the edge of the table. She gasped, then waited to see what I would do next, her legs still parted, her pussy on display for my viewing pleasure. I could look at her like this all day. I’d be hard as fuck the entire time, but I wouldn’t mind looking at her like this for hours.

  I kicked the chair out of the way and knelt next to the table, gripping her thighs with my hands. Then I latched onto her pussy with my mouth, my lips pulling on her clit and making her squirm before I thrust my tongue into her tight channel. I wanted her to come, needed her to. While I fucked her with my tongue, I stroked her clit with my fingers, using quick, hard strokes in hope she would come fast. I didn’t know how much longer I could torture myself.

  I felt her thighs tense a moment before she screamed out my name, her thighs clamping down on my head. I kept thrusting my tongue in and out of her sweet pussy until the last of her orgasm had ebbed and she was left trembling on the table, her breaths coming out more like pants.

  “Colton, I…” Her fingers tunneled through my hair and she moaned as I kept pleasuring her with my mouth. I’d thought I’d wanted it over quick, now that I had her cum on my tongue, I wanted her to come again. She lifted her hips, and I kept rubbing her clit with my fingers, kept fucking her with my tongue, and soon enough I was rewarded with a second orgasm from my beautiful angel.

  I drew away and wiped her juices off my face.

  “I want to do that to you,” she said.

  Oh hell. “Sweet girl, you’re supposed to be resting. I think the doctor wants you to keep your head as still as possible.”

  “Then hold my head still and fuck my mouth. You can have complete control.”

  Jesus. Did she have any idea what she was asking? If she knew how fucking turned-on it made me, just to think about gripping her hair and fucking her mouth, shoving my cock down her throat until I came… I shuddered and my cock throbbed in my jeans.

  “Not tonight, baby. Soon, but not tonight. I’d lose control and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She pouted, but didn’t argue.

  “You should get dressed,” I told her, and nearly froze at the evil glint that entered her eyes.

  “Or I could stay naked,” she said. “And you could get naked. We could lounge on the couch and watch TV together. Naked. And if your cock just happens to slip and end up inside me…”

  If she weren’t injured, I’d have pulled her off the table and spanked her ass for that one. As it was, all I could do was narrow my eyes and growl at her, which she found funny if her giggle was anything to go by. Maybe I needed to work on being scarier. If one pint-sized female wasn’t afraid of me, how was I supposed to strike fear in any assholes who came up against me?

  “Clothes, Adalia. Put some on. I’ll get us some food while you’re doing that.”

  “Fine.” She poked her lower lip out, which should have looked ridiculous on a grown-ass woman, but I just found it endearing. What the fuck was happening to me?

  She slid off the table and I quickly moved to the other side of the kitchen, not trusting her to keep her hands to herself. And if she touched me, then I couldn’t promise my cock wouldn’t end up inside her, just like she wanted. Adalia was going to be trouble, but it was the kind I enjoyed. I smiled as she sashayed out of the room, swishing her ass more than usual, likely in an attempt to get me to change my mind. She was something else. A handful and then some.

  Life certainly wouldn’t be dull with her around. Maybe I could do this. Lead a mostly legal life, with her at my side… do the committed relationship thing. I’d never been a one-woman kind of man, but then I’d never had a woman like Adalia. She made me want to be a better person. Oh, I was still an outlaw biker, and I always would be. But maybe I could still be part of this club, stay out of trouble for the duration of my parole, and give Adalia what she wanted.

  For the first time, I finally wanted to give it a try, see where things went. I wanted that happily ever after women were always reading about. And fuck if that didn’t scare the shit out of me.

  Chapter Six

  Adalia

  Three Weeks Later

  The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that it was still dark outside, or maybe that was the room-darkening curtains Colton had added when I’d started having daily headaches from my concussion. The second thing I noticed was that Colton wasn’t in bed with me anymore. And the third was that I didn’t have a headache for the first morning since Twister had slammed me into the pavement.

  A smile curved my lips. I knew exactly what that meant. Colton had kept me at arm’s-length. Oh, he’d given me orgasms, as long as I held really still, but he hadn’t let me touch him in all that time. He had to have blue balls from hell, especially since he got hard every time I was naked, or bent over, or sat too close to him. Pretty much if I breathed in his direction. Poor guy had been suffering, and while I might have enjoyed it a little bit at first, now I just wanted to put him out of his misery. If that meant he fucked my brains out for twenty-four hours, I was okay with that.

  I got out of bed and padded over to the window, pulling the curtain back, then frowned when I realized it really was dark out there. I fumbled for my cell phone on the nightstand and saw it was only three in the morning. So where was Colton? I checked each room of the house, and found him in the kitchen, a cup of coffee clutched in his hand as he stared out the window over the sink. The light
s were off, and his expression was pensive at best, from what little I could see in the moonlight. I didn’t know what made him leave the bed, unless he’d had a nightmare. Ever since our discussion about his past, he’d woken during the night several times, reliving those moments. I hated it, hated that I’d pushed him. I’d thought talking would make it better, but maybe it had only made things worse for him.

  “Colton, is everything okay?” I asked.

  He didn’t acknowledge me, just took another swallow of coffee. It wasn’t like him to ignore me, and my stomach clenched as I wondered what that meant. I moved closer and pulled out the chair next to him, sitting down and reaching for his hand. He didn’t pull away, which was nice. I hadn’t been certain, not with his present expression and quietness. It unsettled me, seeing him like this, and I didn’t know how to fix it. If he wouldn’t talk to me, how could I find out what was wrong?

  “Bad night?” I asked, trying again to draw him out.

  “Your appointment is this morning,” he said after a few more minutes of silence.

  “And it’s going to go great. No more headache!”

  He took another swallow of coffee, then pushed the mug aside.

  “That’s not what you’re worried about, is it?” I asked.

  “I’ve been sitting here the last two hours thinking. The last three weeks have been the best of my life. Griz hired me at the garage just like you said he would, I get to come home to you every night and see you at work when you venture out of the office. I don’t remember a time before this I was ever happy. Guess I’m just waiting on something to come along and trash everything.”

  “And you think my appointment will do that?” I asked. I didn’t understand, unless… “Are you worried I might be pregnant? I know I haven’t started yet, but I told you that doesn’t mean anything. I’m late all the time.”

  “The thought of you being pregnant scared me a few weeks ago. Now, I’m not so much worried about screwing up my kid’s life, but more that you’ll decide I’ll be a shit dad and ask me to leave. You wouldn’t be wrong. I never had a good example of what a dad should be like.”

  I squeezed his hand and moved my chair closer. “Colton, if I’m pregnant, and that’s a really huge if, then I know you’re going to be an amazing dad. You might not see it, but you’re kind and caring. You’ve watched over me since I got hurt without once thinking about yourself.”

  His lips twitched. “Oh, I thought about sex. Thought about your lips wrapped around my cock, thought about pounding into that sweet pussy of yours. But I didn’t want to make your headaches worse.”

  “I don’t have a headache now,” I said, leaning in closer. “And we still have five hours until I need to see Dr. Larkin. I’m sure we could find a way to pass the time.”

  “You should rest.”

  “All right.” Obviously, my sexy biker was going to play hard to get. So I’d see just how hard I could make him.

  I slowly stood and took a step back. His gaze was focused on me as I began stripping out of the tank I’d slept in, then shimmied out of the matching shorts. My fingers dipped under the waistband of my panties and I worked them down my hips, then let them fall to the floor. Colton didn’t move, but every line of his body was tense. I reached up to cup my breasts, pulling at my nipples in what I hoped was a sexy come-and-get-me kind of way. I’d never tried to seduce someone before and had no idea if I was doing it right.

  I let my hands drift down my belly and one slipped between my legs. I was already wet, and I parted my thighs to make sure he could see what I was doing. Spreading the lips of my pussy, I felt the cool air coast over my heated skin. He made a low, growling sound and his hands clenched into fists. I stroked my clit, slowly. My gaze was locked on Colton, waiting to see if that iron control of his would snap.

  “Feels good,” I murmured. “Know what would feel better? Your cock.”

  I could have sworn I heard him grinding his teeth, and still he didn’t move. I didn’t know what would make him break, but I had an idea. Easing down onto the chair, I spread my legs wide and leaned back so that my breasts thrust upward. I toyed with my pussy with one hand, while I cupped my breast with the other. I teased my nipple and my clit at the same time, letting my eyes slide halfway closed. I rubbed, pinched, and flicked as my pleasure grew. Soon I was coming, my hips lifting off the chair. My eyes opened all the way when I saw Colton reach for the button on his jeans as he slid his chair back a bit. He eased the zipper down and worked his jeans down a little ways, until he could pull out his cock.

  “Come here,” he said, crooking a finger at me.

  My heart raced in anticipation as I stood on trembling legs and approached him. He pointed to the floor and I dropped to my knees. Colton reached out and threaded his fingers through my hair, then dragged me closer to his cock.

  “Open,” he demanded.

  I whimpered and licked my lips before opening wide. He used his grip on my hair to control my movements, dragging my lips down his hard shaft. He didn’t stop until I’d taken every inch, my eyes watering as I fought not to choke. Then he pulled me away, only to drag me back down again. His pre-cum coated my tongue and he groaned, his cock flexing in my mouth. It was almost like he lost control at that moment. His grip tightened, and he began fucking my mouth, deep strokes that I fought to breathe through.

  More pre-cum coated my mouth and he began grunting with every thrust. Soon, he erupted, and I struggled to swallow all of his release. He didn’t stop thrusting into my mouth, not even after he’d stopped coming. Colton was semi-hard, but he seemed determined to keep fucking my mouth. Not that I minded. I hadn’t been expecting this side of him, and I certainly hadn’t been expecting him to flood my mouth with cum. His cock hardened even more, and then he pulled me away.

  “Stand up and bend over the table,” he said.

  I stood and turned to face the kitchen table. There was barely any room since Colton hadn’t moved his chair much. I knew my ass had to be in his face, and my cheeks flushed at the thought. I felt his hands as they slid up the backs of my thighs, then spread my ass cheeks.

  “You’ve been very naughty,” he said. “Lean forward and press your breasts to the table. And don’t fucking move.”

  I heard the chair scrape back farther, then his footsteps as he left the room. He wasn’t really going to leave me like this, was he? My hands tensed against the table, but I slowly relaxed when I heard him returning. I heard the rustle of material and wondered if he was removing his jeans, then there was the sound of something opening. What the hell was he doing?

  “Reach back and spread those ass cheeks for me,” he said. “And hold them open.”

  My heart took off at a gallop. He wasn’t going to… Was he? I did as he commanded, finding it hard to breathe as I waited to see what he would do next. I squeaked and flinched as cool liquid dropped in the crack of my ass. Colton used his finger to rub the lube around my tight hole, then eased the tip of his finger inside me. I gasped and froze. He’d mentioned before how much he liked my ass, but he’d never tried anything back there.

  “Relax and breathe, sweet girl,” he said.

  “Is this the punishment you were talking about?” I asked, feeling breathless as his finger sank farther into me.

  He chuckled, a deep, husky sound that sent chills down my spine.

  “No. You’re going to like this part too much for it to be a punishment.”

  If I didn’t trust him completely, I might have worried what he meant by “this part.” Just how many parts were there to what we were doing?

  Colton slid a hand up my thigh, then his fingers teased my pussy. As he stroked across my clit, I couldn’t hold back the moan that built in my throat. The finger in my ass stroked in and out, then he added a second one. My ass burned, but at the same time, it felt really damn good. Forbidden and naughty, but good. I’d read books where the couple had anal sex, but I’d never thought I’d be in this position.

  He added a third finger and s
troked my clit faster. I didn’t think I could handle much more and I wanted to beg him to let me come. Colton removed the fingers that were in my ass and I heard him open the lube again. More cold wetness, and then I felt his cock pressing against the tight hole.

  “Breathe out and let me in, baby,” he said, pressing deeper. “So fucking tight.”

  “Colton.” I bit my lip, not sure if I wanted to ask him to stop or keep going. It pinched and my ass still burned from being stretched, but I kind of liked it.

  He added even more lube as his cock pulled out, then slowly slid back into me. I heard him set the bottle aside, then he gripped my waist with both hands.

  “Hold on, sweet girl.”

  His thrusts were slow and steady. My clit throbbed and begged for attention, but he hadn’t given me permission to move yet. I still held myself open for him, and it made me feel a little dirty, but in a good way. A warmth was starting to spread through me as he took his time.

  “Beg me for it, baby.”

  “B-beg?”

  “Beg me to fuck this ass,” he said, going still with just the tip of his cock inside me.

  My eyes slid shut and I shuddered at his tone.

  “Please, Colton. Fuck me.”

  “Not what I said.”

  I whimpered and squirmed in his grasp. “I want you to fuck my ass, Colton.”

  “You want it hard and deep?” he asked, his voice a purr in the darkness.

  “Yes.”

  He growled softly and thrust deep. I cried out as he fucked me, no longer holding back. It was like he was possessed as he pounded into me. I could feel myself getting close, but before I could come, his cock flexed and soon he was filling me with his cum. Colton stopped, his cock buried inside me.

  “Now that was your punishment,” he said. “Does my baby want to come?”

  “Yes,” I nearly wailed. It was so unfair. I’d been close, like really close, and then he’d finished without me. He hadn’t done that in all the times we’d been together.

  “I’ll let you come.”