by Kay Maree
Releasing her breast, I leaned out a little.
“Let me have a taste, sweetheart? No sex, not yet, but you smell so fucking good, I need to have you down my throat. And since I was the one who got you so worked up, seems only right that I be the one to take care of it for you.”
“I’ve never— no one has ever put their mouth down there.”
That had my heart soaring. I’d be the only one who would ever know what it was like to have her taste down the back of my throat.
“That’s good, darlin’, real fucking good. Means that it’s all mine.”
Hopefully it also meant I wouldn’t hit any triggers. While still keeping my gaze on hers, I slid my hands over her hips, under the material of her jeans and pushed them, along with her panties, down her legs. She still had her shoes on, so I left them around her calves. That would give me enough room for now. Later on, I’d get her naked with her legs around my head as I made a proper meal out of her.
“Just a taste for now, little dove. Later I’ll be back down here for a full meal.”
I pressed my nose into the crease between her thigh and torso and inhaled against her soft flesh. I pressed a kiss before I pulled away and focused fully on her face for a moment.
“You doing okay?”
She nodded, her eyelids having closed half way with her arousal. Woman was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen and I’d only looked directly at her eyes. I could see the rest of her in my peripheral vision, but couldn’t wait for her to be comfortable enough with me that I could look directly at every inch of her body.
Shoving her jeans down as far as I could, I tapped her inner thigh. “Spread them as much as you can. Give me a little room to work.”
She wriggled against the wall, bending her knees out to open herself up to me. The scent of her arousal washed over me as she moved. With a growl, I leaned in and took my first swipe up her center.
Fuck. For a moment my eyes slid shut at the Nirvana that filled my senses.
“So good, sweetheart. So fucking good.”
I gripped her hips in my hands and locking my gaze with hers once more, I leaned in and ran my tongue between her lower lips again, until I got up to her clit, which I stopped to flick with my tongue before I sucked at it. Her mouth dropped open a moment before her eyes slammed shut and her body went taught as she whimpered and came. Now that her eyes were closed, I hungrily ran my gaze over her shuddering body as I lapped at her core, taking every drop of her cream for myself. I was already addicted to her taste and couldn’t wait for later tonight when I could have her on her back in my bed, with my mouth right where it was now.
As my gaze ran over her, I noticed for the first time she had a tattoo on the inside of her right hip bone. As I nuzzled my face against her inner thigh, pressing little kisses to the trembling flesh there, I ran my thumb over the crudely drawn star with an A in the center. On the third stroke over the ink, she stiffened and pulled away from me.
“Whoa, Veronica. It’s okay, we’re okay.”
She already had her panties and jeans tugged up by the time I was on my feet and dragging her back against me. I wanted to ask who was behind that tattoo but if this was her reaction to me just seeing it, I knew it wouldn’t be a discussion we’d be having any time soon.
Tugging her with me, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into my lap, curling her up like I had that first night. She nuzzled into my chest, her palm splayed over my heart. I was wearing a t-shirt today, so I couldn’t undo the buttons to give her access. And I sure as fuck wasn’t putting her down to strip off, so I grabbed her wrist and lowered it down until she could hook it under the bottom of my shirt. She got what I intended and slipped her hand under the material until it was up over my left pectoral.
Damn this woman was breaking my fucking heart with her vulnerability. How could anyone look at this sweet creature and want to hurt her?
Veronica
After the awkward end to our little session earlier, we’d come down and I’d been surprised to actually have enjoyed my evening. Zara introduced me to the other old ladies and I’d hung out with them for a little while before Blade came and reclaimed me.
A big man with a beard much longer than Blade’s short one stood up at one point and made some announcements, including Blade’s new status as a prospect. He seemed totally happy with the development, and I had to admit I was glad he would be settling here in Bridgewater. I wasn’t sure where, exactly, this thing between us was going, but I really wanted to find out.
My body was still tingling from earlier, even if things did end abruptly when he’d discovered my tattoo. I’d expected him to ask questions, but he hadn’t pushed me since that incident outside Marie’s Cafe. By the time we’d got back to my place, he’d been in full-on caretaker mode and was still there.
It was now getting late. Many of the old ladies had gone home and there were no more kids running around. That was apparently the cue for a bunch of barely dressed women to join the party. I frowned as they filed out the rear door and spread around the yard, latching on to whatever man would let them.
“Fucking club whores.”
I turned to see Silk, whom I’d been introduced to earlier. She was Eagle’s old lady and a tattoo artist. After I’d lied and told her I had no ink, she’d spent ten minutes begging for me to let her be the one to pop my tattoo cherry. She’d also had a son with her earlier.
“What? And where’s your son?”
“Raven’s having a night with the grandies.” She paused and nodded to the women. “And I was talking about them. They’re the club whores. They’re confined to a room inside until ten at night, then they get to roam free. Some of them are all right I guess, but for the most part, they don’t care who they fuck. Don’t care if they’re taken or not. Nor do they care about privacy.”
I followed her gaze and stumbled back a step. “Whoa, that escalated quickly.”
One of the whores was naked on the picnic table top, a man between her thighs thrusting into her while another man had his dick down her throat.
“Yeah. It does. You staying tonight or heading home? Because if you’re heading home, I’d suggest you do that soon. Well, unless live porn is your kink.”
Considering I could remember a time when I’d been forced to provide the live porn, I had no interest in watching that shit.
“Definitely not my kink. I, ah, I think I’m just gonna go find Blade then get outta here.”
She pressed her hand to my forehead. “You’re not looking so great. Hey, look at me, not them. You’re doing fine, sugar. They’re nothing you need to worry about, ‘k?”
“Everything okay, babe?”
Silk turned to Eagle who’d come up beside us but I wasn’t tracking what was said. I couldn’t believe I was having another episode so soon. So far I’d managed to not let the memories take over, but it was taking everything in me to hold it all down.
The sound of heavy footfalls getting closer to me a few moments later had me twisting my head in that direction. Blade was jogging my way with Eagle at his side. Guess Silk sent her man to go get mine. Blade took my face between his palms and held my gaze.
“We doing okay, little dove?” He didn’t look away but spoke to the side. “Silk, what happened, what was the trigger?”
“Club whore getting double teamed over on the table.”
He winced. “Fuck. I meant to get you outta here before they came out. Time slipped away from me.”
Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to my temple then tucked me in against his front.
He shook Eagle’s hand and thanked his friends before he bent and scooped me up against his chest and headed inside. I was back to feeling like I was floating as he took me upstairs to his room. As soon as his door was shut, he gently set me on the edge of the bed before he dropped to his knees in front of me. I watched, detached, as he took my shoes and socks off, giving each of my feet a rub before he set them back down.
He looked up, our gazes locking together and the fog started to lift. My heart ached at the pain in his eyes, so similar to what I’d seen in them that first day when his burns were still hurting him so badly. I leaned forward, cupping his face in my palms a moment before I pressed my lips to his for a short kiss, keeping my eyes open and locked with his when I pulled away.
“You are such a good man, Jared Walker. Better than I deserve.”
He winced. “I’m no prince, sweetheart, but I want to take care of you more than anything else in this world.”
“That, right there, makes you my prince, Blade.”
I slid my hands down his neck to where I started to push the leather off his shoulders. He wrapped his hands around my wrists before I got very far.
“You sure, Veronica? If you want, I can just hold you while you sleep. If you’re not up to it, I can wait.”
Tears pricked my eyes at his sweetness. This former mobster, who was now an MC member, was possibly the sweetest man I’d ever met. He’d been so unexpected.
“I’m sure, Blade. Help me burn away some more of those old memories.”
He gave me a nod, then rose up to his feet. He carefully removed his vest and hung it over the back of the chair that had my bag sitting on it. Then he pulled his shirt over his head and I got a little breathless taking in all the muscular real estate he’d just revealed. He dropped his shirt then glanced over at me with a smirk and a twinkle in his eyes.
“You gonna join me stripping off, or do you want me to do it for us both?”
Heat flared over my cheeks and I forced my mouth closed from where it had dropped open at some point. I stood awkwardly and went for the bottom of my shirt. As I pulled it over my head, memories tried to encroach on the moment. Tried to remind me of the last time a man made me strip for him. But this was different. I looked up at Blade, desperate to see his bright blue eyes. I had no clue why, but something about them grounded me.
After toeing off his boots and losing his socks, he looked up and with a frown, barreled toward me.
“Veronica, we’re fine. It’s just you and me here. No pressure. What was the trigger? I need to know so we don’t hit it again, sweetheart.”
I felt like an absolute fool. Who the fuck freaked out over stripping for their lover?
“Taking my clothes off. He used to make me—”
A lump in my throat cut me off but he didn’t push. Just leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my lips before moving back and running his hands up my sides.
“Well, then, guess it’ll just be up to me to unwrap you each time. Trust me, my little dove, I have no problem with that.”
As he unclipped my bra, he kissed me again, holding my gaze until I let my lids drop closed as I got lost in the way he was mastering my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he continued to distract me with his tongue and lips, while his hands set about stripping away the rest of my clothes. By the time he pulled away again, I was naked and panting for him. He stepped back and let his gaze drop to run over my body, and this time he didn’t linger on my hip and the ink there but moved straight over it.
“So fucking beautiful, little dove.”
He flicked open his fly and after hooking his thumbs in the top, he paused. “You ready?”
His whole body was tense, like he was holding himself in check. I was beyond ready for tonight with him, but I couldn’t have him stopping to see if I was okay every couple of minutes. The past was firmly back in its box now, and I refused to allow it to ruin this night.
I stepped up to him and as I spoke, I slid my hands inside his pants and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of his underwear.
“I’m more than ready, but, Blade, you can’t keep stopping to check in with me. I know I’m broken, but I don’t want to be. Tonight, I need you to help make me feel normal. Before you, I’d never willingly taken a lover. You’re my first. I want to be able to look back on tonight and remember how you overwhelmed me, how I couldn’t think of a damn thing but you all night long. Not how my past ruined it all.”
I shoved his pants and underwear down over his hips. As the material dropped down his legs, a growl rumbled from his chest, making my skin tingle.
“You letting me off my leash? Be careful, love. Once we start, I’m not sure I’ll be able to pull back and I can get rough.”
I hadn’t wanted to, but I had to admit that I was rapidly falling in love with this man, and I knew even if I had a freak-out in the middle of us having sex, he’d find a way to stop, to pull back. Because that was the kind of man he was. Feeling brave, I wrapped my hand around his hard erection, giving it a solid stroke and drawing a full body shudder from him.
“Give me your true self, Blade, not a muted version you think is all I can handle. I think I might just like you getting a little rough.”
His head lowered and he looked at me from under his lashes before he growled words out at me. “You’re in for it now, my little dove.”
He took hold of my wrist, pulling my grip off his erection. Then he had his hands around my waist and I was in the air a moment before landing on the mattress with a gasp. Before I could move an inch, he was on the bed between my thighs.
“Told you earlier that I was gonna make a meal outta you, and I’m a man of my word, darlin’.”
With the first swipe of his talented tongue my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I’d never felt anything like the pleasure that raced through my body when he touched me like this. I reached out to take handfuls of the bedding as he proceeded to do just as he said he would. Make a meal out of me in the best possible way.
Blade
This woman was going to slay me. She’d been badly abused. I might not have the details yet but it was obvious she had some PTSD going on from whatever she’d been put through. Yet here she was, shattering apart under my tongue and fingers. Fuck me. When she’d taunted me earlier to give her all I had, she’d been offering me everything I’d been wanting to give her since we’d met.
With one last lick up her center, I moved up her body until our faces were level. Her eyes were soft from the orgasm she’d just had, and she was completely relaxed against the bed.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come.”
Remembering what she’d told me previously about my eyes, about how if she could see them she’d be fine, I made a mental note to make sure she could see my face no matter what we did tonight. I’d told her I wasn’t sure I could pull back if what I did got too much for her, but I knew that was bullshit. The first sign she was freaking out and I’d stop on a dime. No question about it. But I was praying that didn’t happen.
I lowered my mouth to hers and plunged my tongue in deep, letting her get a taste of herself. She moaned and her hands slid up my chest and neck until she was cupping my face. She was so damn sweet. I thrust my hips, rubbing my hard cock through her slick folds as I kept kissing her until she was writhing beneath me, wanting this as much as I did.
Tearing my lips from hers, I lunged for the edge of the bed, scrambling to get the drawer open on the nightstand. Pulling a strip of condoms out, I snapped one off and tossed the rest on the top for later. No way was one gonna be enough for tonight. Then I shifted to kneel between her thighs, so I could take her in while I rolled it on. Her gaze was switching between my face and my hands on my cock and I smirked at her as I gave myself a few lazy strokes.
“Gonna make you mine, Veronica. Tell me what I wanna hear. That you’re mine.”
She ran that tempting little tongue over her lower lip before lifting her gaze to mine from where she’d been watching me work my cock.
“I’m yours, Blade. Only yours.”
“Damn straight.” I growled the
words out so low, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she hadn’t been able to make out what I’d said.
I gripped her hips and pulled her down the bed, lifting her up in line with my cock. She wrapped her legs around my waist, holding herself up as I released one hand so I could take my dick and press the head against her soft, slick opening. I groaned at the feel of her heat, wishing like fuck that I didn’t need to wear the condom. I’d never fucked without one before, but with Veronica, I wanted it. I wanted to know she held my seed within her. Carried it around all day, like a brand, marking her as mine.
I teased her opening for a few moments, sliding the head of my dick back and forth until she was arching her hips, trying to get more of me inside of her. Only then did I re-grip her hips and slam deep within her.
She screamed my name and her back arched off the bed as her tight channel rippled around my length. I leaned forward over her and took a nipple deep in my mouth as I began to move my hips, thrusting in and out of her perfect body. I wasn’t going to last long this first time, I’d been too desperate for her. But I wanted her to come again before I did. I moved to flick my thumb over her clit but the moment I made contact, it wasn’t arousal that crossed her expression, but fear. Fuck, no way was I letting her demons ruin this. Quickly I abandoned her clit and reached for her left breast, tweaking her nipple hard before I leaned down and nipped at her jawline.
“There’s no place for your demons here. They can’t fucking have you. You’re mine.”
With each of my hard thrusts I made sure to grind against her clit, her eyes were wide and her mouth open as she panted, but there were no signs of fear anymore. She was back with me, one-hundred percent. Elation flowed through me. We could do this. I just needed to pay attention and draw her back to me when the demons tried to drag her away. And I had to admit, it made me damn fucking happy that all it took was a little pain mixed in with her pleasure to have her back with me.
