by Marata Eros
Noose looks like he's in pain. His agonizing tells me a lot of things.
Yes, he was with Crystal. No, I don't know why two people as different as we are seem like magnets.
We gravitate toward each other. And I can't fight the pull anymore. I feel safe with Noose, out-of-control, free—and alive.
He groans when I pull down his pants. A slanted beam of moonlight slashes across his face, causing those gray eyes to seem like molten silver fire.
I shiver openly when he tells me what he'll do. Not past tense, present.
Noose doesn't land on me, ravishing me like his expression tells me he wants to. Instead, he reaches out, tracing his fingertips over my glucose tattoo.
“Rose,” he breathes reverently.
“Don't. It's okay. You won't hurt me, Noose.”
His eyes go to mine. “I can't make promises, Rose. I've fucked up already. Big time.”
He has. I close my eyes. I love this man. This rough, hard, sexy-as-hell man. I don't know if it would even matter if he was a biker or what his background is. He just makes sense.
With me.
His fingers shatter my thoughts. His hands mound my breasts like the best push-up bra ever created. I widen my legs.
He catches his breath. “Jesus, Rose.”
His head dips over my breasts, loose hairs tickling the sides as his tongue slowly wraps my nipple. Taking it softly into his mouth, he sucks the small bud deeply. Hard.
I cry out, a thread of heat running between my breast and my pussy. My sex clenches around nothing, wanting to be filled with his cock. I blush thinking about it. My heightened arousal makes pants of labored breathing escape my mouth.
Noose's eyes roll to meet mine. Our gazes lock as his tongue goes to my other nipple and sucks.
Pulls.
Laves.
My back arches, and he works my breast slowly. His finger enters me. A sharp memory of Drake slides through my mind and is gone. Noose is so different with his touch, it's impossible to confuse the two.
His finger is suddenly on my lip, dipping into my mouth. I taste myself, him.
“Noose, I want you to—fuck me.” I say it shyly.
His response is anything but timid.
Noose's hand goes to his dick, palming it up and down. His gaze is a gray storm. “Gonna fuck you. Want to feel that sweet pussy pulsing around me first.”
Oh God. The way he talks—dirty and hot—makes me gush.
He spreads my labia with one hand, sliding his penis back and forth. The tip touches my clit then runs the slick length to my entrance.
Noose does it again. And again.
My pussy shudders, clenching and releasing. Noose senses my nearness, speeding his hard length against my open, wet folds.
“Noose!” I cry, aching, trying to eat his prick with my spread pussy.
He grits his teeth. “No, Rose. I'm in control here.”
Oh my God, is he.
Still, I push my hips down against his prick, hoping to capture him inside.
When I feel his fingers bite the inside of my thighs I tense and relax at the same time.
My eyes meet his. “Please,” I whisper.
His cock moves inside my entrance, just the tip.
I've seen how big Noose is. How he'll stretch me. But if I don't have him, I'll weep.
Noose's large hands slide underneath my butt and jerk me forward. His length sinks another inch inside me. My head whips to the side, and I whimper, my damp hair sliding across my cheek.
Noose flicks the strand away.
“Watch me, Rose. Watch me fuck your body.”
My eyes latch on to his prick as it sinks deeper.
He waits, letting my body adjusts to his size.
A breath whistles between his teeth. “You're so fucking tight, Rose.”
I nod. He's so big. Hurts. Feels perfect.
My hips move down on him, and he grunts. “Stop. Gonna blow inside you right now if you move a muscle.”
I still, wanting to ram the rest of me on the rest of him. Knowing it'll hurt. Not giving a crap.
I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood, and Noose chuckles. “You want my cock deep, babe?”
I give a helpless nod. Oh yeah, so deep.
His eyes hood as he sinks farther.
Almost to the end of me.
My pussy strangles him with a single pulse. His eyes tighten, and his thumb moves to my clit, flicking across the top. One hard, strike, and I'm almost there.
We groan together, and I feel him throb.
“Oh God!” I say, trying to keep my voice contained.
Noose shoves the rest of himself inside and shudders, his head hanging. Long strands of hair fall forward, hiding his face.
Moonlight stripes him, shattering the tats like broken glass. His finely cut body just pieces of muscle and bone, he begins to pump in firm strokes within me.
His finger blazes over my slick nub, and I gasp. My hips meet his thrusts as he gently fills me, stretching me.
“Babe, not gonna last with you doing that with your cunt.”
Somehow, that word from Noose isn't bad. “What thing with my cunt?” I ask in a daze, shoving my hips down and feeling his cock kiss my womb.
I seize him inside me in a tight grip. I never want to let Noose go. He feels so right inside me, so safe around me.
“That,” he whispers and starts to hammer me.
“Yes,” I say above the noise of our flesh slapping together. “Harder.”
He plunges into me, huge strokes where he nearly exits my body then drives into me again.
“Oh!” I say in soft surprise as my pussy blows apart around him, pulsing in the first orgasm of my life.
“Ah,” Noose groans, “Gonna come in you, Rose.”
“Please,” I beg as another orgasm washes over the first.
Noose's hands grab my boobs, squeezing as he thrusts so hard I feel pinned to the bed.
Hot jets of his seed pour into my body, and I cry out, grabbing his muscled ass as we stick together.
Then his lips are on mine. Soft. Brutal.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and Noose shivers against me. “Rose,” he says above my mouth, then kisses my lips.
I kiss him back, never more satisfied than I am in this moment. My mind is a blank of everything but this man. This feeling. “Yeah?”
“I gotta tell you something.”
My high teeters. Noose's face pulls away, looking young and tender—not the hard face I've seen so much of.
I take a deep breath, my sex still warm, still cocooning his softening length. “Go ahead.”
His finger runs down my cheek, tracing the bones of my face. “I think I love you.”
Tears run out of my eyes, crawling over his tender touch.
His expression is pained. “Don't fucking cry, Rose. I didn't tell you that to hurt ya.”
I smile through my tears, my cheeks lifting his fingers. “Don't you know the difference between happy tears and sad ones?”
Noose shakes his head, his hair slithering over his fingers and my face. “No. Don't know. Never stuck around long enough to figure out the difference.”
My breath catches. “Well, I don't think I love you.”
Hurt washes his expression for a heartbeat before he catches himself and that softness I'd seen recedes like the tide.
I grip both sides of his face with my hands, and he lets me, but I can see it costs him. “I don't think I love you.”
His face is motionless, expressionless. “You said that.” His voice is flat.
“I know that I love you.”
Tenderness returns like the tide coming to shore, and Noose stares at me for a long moment, studying every piece of me.
Eventually, his lips speak for him.
All over my face.
My body.
My heart.
5
Noose
I should feel like a dumb fuck for spilling my guts to Rose.
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sp; But I don't.
Telling her how I really feel is sort of like taking a ride on the best road, and I get to again. And again.
Is this what love feels like?
I like it. But I hate it.
My hand wanders over Rose's side. She's so fucking gorgeous, it hurts to look at her. My fingertips slide down her hip, feeling skin like silk. I suddenly latch on, gripping the soft flesh, kneading it. Her waist is tiny, but she has a fine ass and huge tits. Love that.
Rose giggles, and I smile. Jesus, I'm a fucking fool. Can't wipe the grin off my face. Can't believe this girl is mine. Feels like she always was.
I roll over on top of her. “Hey, babe.” I press my hardening cock between her thighs.
A smile lights her face, and I swipe the long dark-blonde hairs out of her eyes. “When's the kid pop out of bed?”
Her face changes, becomes serious. I hate to bring it up, but if we're for real, I can't be showing up in her bed if he boings in here.
Rose's lips quirk. “He's not a piece of toast, Noose.”
I shrug. “Yeah.”
“What an evolved vocabulary you have.” Her eyebrow rises slowly.
I stuff my hand between our bodies, covering her pussy. I hook my middle finger inside, and she gasps.
“Good enough?”
She nods.
I watch that hazy expression her dark eyes get when any piece of me goes into any piece of her. Fucking hot.
“He gets up about eight in the morning on weekends,” she answers in a breathy voice.
My grin splits my face. “Plenty of time.” My eyes grab the time from the clock on top of the nightstand. Six in the morning.
Two hours. Might go twice.
I don't tell Rose that. I just spread her legs, crawling down her lush body, and put my tongue where my dick just was.
She tastes as great with my cum as she did without.
*
Rose throws herself backward, forearm flopping over her eyes. “Oh my God, you're a manimal.”
I frown. “What's that supposed to mean?” I ask, dying for a cigarette. My eyes move to her tits. I can almost break the habit, thinking about picking up a new one.
The Rose habit.
Sounds like a plan.
Her eyes watch the direction mine are going. “Ah—no. I'm pretty sore,” she says with a laugh.
What? Hell, I was gentle. I tell her so.
“Gentle? I don't know. With a—” She clears her throat delicately, her eyes skating to my dick. “How you're built? It's amazing you didn't hurt me.”
Rose had been as tight as fuck, like a velvet glove. Just thinking about doing her makes me pop half a boner—third of the night. I chuckle.
“What's so funny?” She gives me a look I have actually seen quite a few times from chicks. Don't want to ever see it from Rose.
“Hey, come ʼere.” I pull her tightly against me. “I mean it. I fuck the way I want, as hard as I want. Haven't had any complaints. You—” I stroke all her hair away, fisting it. Her eyes get that fucking hot look. My boner goes full stroke. “You I fuck like glass. You've got the golden pussy, Rose. This dick”—I jerk my jaw toward my crotch—“is treating your cunt like treasure.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Don't you ever think it's different.”
“Oh,” she says in a sort of stunned voice.
Can't take that soft, parted mouth. I lean over, biting her soft lips, crushing her mouth, stabbing her mouth with my tongue like I want to with my dick. I groan inside her mouth, releasing her hair and cupping the back of her head. “Love you, Rose.”
“I love you too, Noose,” she whispers, and I smile against her mouth.
Rose tilts her head, searching my face. “Why are you smiling?”
“Fucking happy.” I shrug, flinging myself on her bed, stuffing an arm behind my head.
“Good,” she says, eyes serious. “I get the feeling like you haven't been before.”
I don't reply. Telling her how I felt is enough revelation. Maybe ever.
“I have to know something, Noose.”
Right.
She flips over on my chest. I give her a narrow look as I fold an arm around her back.
Rose laughs. She's not buying my menacing look. Shit. Doesn't work on her.
She has fucking neutered me. But I'm sporting a massive hard-on, so maybe not.
“What?” I ask as neutrally as possible.
“You can tell me something.”
“Yeah.”
“Your favorite word. One word.”
I nod.
Rose smiles, and the thing lights up her face, tightening my chest. I would do anything for this woman.
Scary as fuck.
Rose lowers her chin into her fists between my pecs. “What's your name?”
Not what I expected. “Noose.” I lift my eyebrows.
She gives an exasperated sigh. “No. Not your… road name,” she says as though those are foreign words.
“Ah.” I flex my fingers over her bare skin.
“What? Is it really that personal?” Her smile is still there, but it’s not as big as it was.
Yeah. “Sean. Sean King.”
“Really? I like the King part.” She rolls her eyes.
I shrug. My lips twitch. “Like my ride, Road King.”
“I don't know anything about motorcycles.”
I give her a sideways glance. “You will. Can't wait to have your ass on the back of my bike, Rose.”
“I'm scared.”
My finger hooks her chin. “Hey—glass, remember.”
“Glass breaks, Noose.”
I nod. “I treat glass like what it is, a fragile commodity.”
Rose seems to digest that. I know I have. I'm fucking hyperaware of how vulnerable she is. How vulnerable I am now that I know the truth—that I love this woman.
“How old are you?”
I think I do need a smoke for this. I hop out of the bed and make my way to the bathroom.
I sense her eyes following me. “Noose?”
“Twenty-nine. Let's do twenty questions later. I'm hungrier than hell. Gotta grab a shower.” I turn, the invitation in my eyes.
Rose glances at the clock. Half an hour before the kid goes ding.
She gets out of bed, wincing a little.
Maybe I did fuck her a little too much.
Nah.
I feel my eyes eat her up as her naked self walks toward me. “I'll clean you, Rose.”
I do. I clean every piece of Rose. I make sure she comes before I'm done.
*
“Trainer's watching the house, Rose. He'll follow you.”
She sighs, pushing back squeaky-clean hair and tossing it up in a bun thing high on her head. “I don't know,” she says uncertainly, arms flying as she expertly knots her hair blind. “Hmmm, seems weird.”
I don't mention that fucker Diablo making another appearance. “Listen, my cell’s blowing up with texts. I have to figure it out with the guys. But fucking Trainer fell asleep when he should have been watching the house.” I leave the other part unsaid.
Rose nods. “I know. I don't have to be told. I know that Drake wouldn't have…” She covers her face with her hands.
I cup her jaw, drilling her eyes. “No tears, Rose. You told me he left you that way as a warning to me. But a warning to me is a warning to Road Kill. Because Diablo knows the deal. He's Chaos, and whatever he does, he does for the club. His club. Now he's threatening my property.”
“That sounds awful, calling me property.”
I gently grip her chin. “Golden pussy. Glass. Treasure. Love. Those are just a few of my pet names for you, Rose. You're no sweet butt, some cheap bitch. You're classy and gorgeous. But you're my property. Never forget it. Mine to protect.” I draw in close to her face, lips against her temple. “Mine to fuck.”
She shivers. “How can I resist when you sweet talk me, Noose?”
I lean away, looking at her, gauging her mood. “It's what I am, Rose. I
t's all I am. I've never done this before.” My look in her direction is steady.
“Me, either,” she admits.
Can't say I'm crying a river over her not fucking the universe.
She laughs. “Double-standard, much.”
I nod, unapologetic. “Yeah, don't like the thought of you being with other men. Makes me fucking insane.”
“Same here.”
I can't resist. “Me being with other men?”
Rose laughs, shaking her head. The bun flops on top of her head. “No. You being with other girls.”
My face goes serious. “There are no other girls.” I jerk her against me and plow into her mouth with my tongue. In and out. Like I'm fucking her. “There's only one girl.” I'm breathless, in a good way.
I take my hands off her. She sorta falls against the closed front door. “Okay,” she breathes.
I don't want to leave.
But the kid's gonna be up. We've decided the Diablo incident is too close to me showing up. Rose thinks it would be destabilizing or some bullshit.
Kid will be seeing a shit ton of me pretty soon, but whatever. If it makes Rose feel better… I lose nothing.
She rises on her tiptoes.
I brush those soft lips with mine. “I'll text you.”
She nods.
“I programmed my number into your phone.”
Her face crumples, fear sliding through her eyes. Her expression makes me hate Diablo even more.
“I don't have a phone.”
“I know.” I reach into my pocket and pull out a prepaid mobile. “It's just until we can get you something new.”
“You don't have to take care of me, Noose.” Pink spreads across her face.
“Fuck yes, I do. I've never wanted to do something more.” Tears make her eyes shiny.
I can tell the difference this time.
6
Rose
Sean King, age twenty-nine.
Dick like a demon, tongue like a saint.
I swallow hard, trying not to remember every thing those parts of his body did to me last night.
Epic fail.
“Aunt Rose!” Charlie shouts.
“Hmm?” I answer, sipping my coffee, shifting as delicious soreness reminds me of my well-used parts.
“You're not listening.”
True. “I'm sorry, dirty worm.”
