He worked his way down my body, in no hurry to discover the zones that turned me on the most. And when he did he spent extra time there, torturing me with the subtle promise that there would be more. So much more. I nearly cried out when his fingers skirted down to the wetness between my legs, stopping to pull on the strip of hair covering my mound, teasing the folds that protected my clit before dipping inside to discover and claim it.
God, what he was doing to me felt so real! The soft moans escaping me sounded like a distant humming reaching us on the wind. Deeper, masculine groans became music to my ears, revealing that Rock was receiving as much pleasure as I was from what he was doing. I arched my hips against the fingers invading me, straining for more, sighing with satisfaction when his mouth closed over my nipple. He tugged and bit, drawing a sharp sound from me that was derived from both pain and pleasure.
He continued down my body. When he reached my pussy I opened my eyes instinctively and raised my head to peer down at him. He was watching me, watching my reaction as he curled his fingers inside my body and tickled that mass of nerves in my upper walls. My butt left the bed as I bowed sharply, crying out helplessly as Rock pressed down on my belly against his embedded fingers. He ruthlessly curled over the patch of skin, overwhelming me with ecstasy. I twisted my fingers into the sheet beneath me and laid my head back, convulsing with a small cry.
I don’t know how long I lay there, basking in orgasmic bliss, before it dawned on me that this wasn’t a dream. I was fully awake now, and fully aware of what had just occurred. I couldn’t complain, considering how good I felt, how alive Rock had made me feel. He had yet to move away from my pussy, I could feel the rasp of his warm breath against my sensitive mound. As he slowly withdrew his fingers from my body I felt his tongue lap at my buzzing clit.
“Oh!” My hands unclenched from the sheet and I grasped him by the hair, unsure if I was going to pull him away or hold him closer. I was so sensitive down there, and not surprisingly still throbbing.
I didn’t have to worry, because he crawled his way up my body. My hands followed the hard muscles down his back as he settled on top of me. His hard cock wedged right up against my pussy, causing me to quiver when it brushed against my clit. I caught my breath, my nails clenching into his firm butt. I wanted to love Rock the way he’d just loved me, slow and sweet. I accepted his rough kiss, tasting a hint of myself on his tongue when he thrust his tongue into my mouth. He caught me unaware by slipping his cock into me.
“Fuck, baby. Always so tight,” he rasped.
I closed my eyes tight and enjoyed the feel of him filling me, the feel of his thrusting in and out and setting a rhythm that threatened to make me explode again. I kissed him wherever I could. I touched him wherever I could. The muscles in his back bunched under my hands, his biceps bulged with the strain of holding the top half of his body from crushing me. He didn’t need to worry about that because I liked his weight on me.
He pulled out and flipped me over. “On your knees with your ass in the air,” he ordered, breathing loudly. “I want to see this ass bouncing while I pound into you.”
I did what he wanted, eager to feel him back inside me. I had no sooner gotten into position when he thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt. I caught my breath, feeling him right up against my cervix. He held himself and ground hard, his hands tight on my hips.
“Love this ass.” The deep rasp of his voice turned me on. Then he began to move, starting out slow, as if to savor the feel of sliding out and then gliding back in. “Gonna fuck it good some day.”
I quivered wildly, pushing back into his thrusts. There wasn’t anywhere I didn’t feel him inside me. The slapping of his heavy balls against my clit kept every nerve ending alive and zapping through me, like tiny bolts of electricity. Pleasure overwhelmed me, and I felt tears of emotion fill my eyes. His cock was a rod of hot steel penetrating my body, starting a fire that rapidly grew out of control.
“Fucking, hell, baby. Your cunt is squeezing my dick good.” He continued to plow into me, grunting each time. “You’re mine, Allie. My dick inside your body, my cum dripping out of your pussy, makes you mine.”
Yes! Yes! I screamed inside my head, bouncing with every hard thrust. “Rock!” I felt my orgasm rushing toward the peak.
The scent of sex surrounding us fueled my arousal, and I imagined it was the same way for Rock. His movements grew in intensity and speed. Without warning he jerked my hips up and closer to his body, surprisingly going even deeper. I clenched down on his cock, pleased to hear his groan. I felt powerful, knowing that I was giving him pleasure. Keeping one big hand on my hip, he reached forward with his other to tease my clit.
His strong fingers flicked my swollen clit and that was all it took to have me crashing. “I’m going to come!” I warned.
“No!” Rock grunted. His speed never faltered as he fucked me hard. “You come on my dick when I tell you to!”
Somehow I managed to find the strength to hold off my orgasm, but it wasn’t easy. My body was a mass of tingling, sensitive nerves that needed relief. “Rock!” God, I was going to explode when the time came. I was so close to the edge, the need to climax halfway between heaven and earth. I was afraid that once it reached the top there would be no stopping it from reaching the final outcome. “Please!” I begged him.
“Get ready, baby!” he rasped. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back. “Fuck! Now!” he commanded. His arm curled beneath my tummy and he held me against him tightly. “Come for me, baby!” I felt his cock swell, clamped down on it with my muscles and held tight, but it was something I didn’t need to do. He ground his hips against me, and a loud roar escaped him when he released.
We climaxed at the same time.
He came so hard that I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside me with every release. My body convulsed wildly, adding to the kaleidoscope of feelings coursing through me. Rock was shuddering, too, his breathing harsh and out of control.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he rasped, out of breath, moving his arms and allowing my body to sink onto the bed. His followed, covering me as we remained connected and twitching with spasms. “You’re going to fucking kill me, babe.”
His comment brought a smile to my face. I turned my face away from the pillow so I could breathe. It thrilled me to know that I could bring a big, strong man like Rock to his knees, that I could turn him weak when it counted. His possession, both in and out of bed, was fierce and controlling, but that one tiny moment when his body was locked tightly to mine, and his cum was flooding my insides, I held the power.
I hated the feel of his cock slipping out of me. As Rock moved to the side of me I felt cum seeping out between my legs. I whimpered, turning my head to face him. He was laying with his face turned toward me, a tired yet satisfied look on his rugged expression.
“You know we’ve been fucking without protection.” I don’t know why I felt compelled to remind him of that in that moment. He knew I wasn’t on the pill, too. So what did that mean?
“Babe.” He turned a little my way, reaching for the sheet we’d kicked away which was now at my feet. “We both know this is it for us. You’re not going anywhere. And if I had to put a hundred babies in your belly to prove it to you I would.”
A snort escaped me, even while his words gave me hope. “You know that’s impossible, right?”
He grinned, his eyes filling with amusement. It made my heart feel good to see Rock this way, when he was usually so serious. “Yeah, but trying to accomplish that would be fun.” I caught my breath when he pulled me against him. “They’ll be nothing between us, baby, not even a fucking condom.” He slammed his mouth down on mine.
Nothing else mattered after that. I drank in his lust and passion, returning it to show Rock without words that I was on board with that. His comment meant far more to me than just a statement about condoms. He was talking about our lives. There would be no more running, no more miscommunication, and no more unnecessary hurt. Tears leake
d out of my eyes and my untimely sniffle broke us apart.
Rock pulled back enough to see my face. “Baby?” His expression turned soft at seeing my tears. “You’re with me on this, aren’t you?” He’d misunderstood my tears.
Doubt filled his eyes with my silence, and I realized that if we were going to make this work between us then it had to begin now. “I’m with you, Rock.” I sniffed again. Was it too soon to tell him that I’d never stopped loving him? What if he didn’t feel the same way, and this was all based on sex? I had to stop guessing and find out. “I’ve never stopped loving you,” I whispered, half hoping that he hadn’t heard me. “Even when I hated you.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched, his expression turning hard. But it was the smoldering look in his eyes that revealed the depth of his emotions. Rock didn’t show his feelings, if he could help it. He was too damned alpha for that. He fought showing any kind of weakness every step of the way. I could tell that he was struggling with finding the right words to say. Before I knew it, he’d pulled me onto his body while rolling onto his back. He tucked my head beneath his chin.
“I hated you for a long time, babe. Once I’d gotten over the shock of you being pregnant, and being an asshole, I went for you. When I found you’d moved away, I let you go, convincing myself that it was for the best. The club was in trouble at the time, and I didn’t want to bring a young girl, much less an innocent baby, into the mess. Maybe I used that as an excuse not to go after you at first. Fuck, I was young, too. But I missed you every fucking day. The anger that you’d left me without giving me a chance came later, after I’d lost myself in pussy and booze trying to work you out of my mind.”
It angered me to know that while I was pregnant, giving birth, and raising our son he’d been carrying on as if I’d never entered his life. I didn’t like thinking about him with other women. My leaving had pushed him into their arms. I guessed I should have been thankful that he hadn’t found anyone to replace me permanently.
“I woke up one morning and knew that I had to find you. Got Fox on it right away and found out that you’d settled in Cedar Key.”
All the while he was talking, Rock’s hand caressed up and down my body in a way that made me wonder if he was aware of what he was doing. His other arm was curled around me. With my ear on his chest I could hear his heartbeat, and while his words hurt with the truth, it was the steady thump of his heart and being in his arms that kept me calm.
I felt my eyes growing heavy with the need to go back to sleep. Somehow I’d slept through most of the night. Rock must have removed my clothes, because I didn’t remember doing it myself. I’d turned the TV on and relaxed back on the bed, waiting for him, and that’s the last thing I remembered. It was still early enough to go back to sleep and get a couple more hours in.
“I’m sorry, Rock,” I murmured in a lazy tone, struggling to keep my eyes open.
“Me, too, babe,” he said gruffly. “We lost a lot of years, but beginning now we go forward. No more bullshit. Now get some more sleep.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I closed my eyes, content for the first time in a long time. Just as I began to drift off, Rock positioned us so that we were spooning. Everything about him was making me feel safe and warm. Cherished.
I closed my eyes and welcomed unconsciousness.
Chapter 26
Allie
In the days that followed, Rock and I settled into the normal routine of a committed couple raising their son, much to Sam’s delight. For the first time in his young life he had a family, both a mom and a dad who was there for him. I was amazed at how fast he’d accepted our new arrangement. It was as if it had never known anything different. And it was something to watch when he and Rock interacted, so easily and naturally. I knew that if anything ever happened to me Sam would be well taken care of.
The change in our relationship meant that I’d moved into Rock’s bedroom. Our nights were filled with us consuming one another, as if we were trying to make up for lost time. And in a way, we were. We went to sleep fucking, we woke up fucking. Rock took me in every position imaginable, wherever he wanted, in the bed, up against the wall, in the shower. Once I’d walked into the room naked from my shower and he’d stepped up to me, commanded me to bend over and touch my toes, and then took me roughly from behind.
The massive mirror across from the bed allowed us to watch. At first I’d been uncomfortable with it, but Rock soon showed me how much a turn-on it could be watching his cock pounding into my body, watching it disappear into my mouth when I went down on him. Watching as we pleasured each other added intensity, and was a massive turn-on. Sometimes we just touched, running our hands over each other’s bodies, as if we couldn’t stand not touching. Just the thought of Rock’s large, capable hands smoothing up my torso, cupping my breasts, and then making a return trip down to my sex made me tingle all over.
Rediscovering the hard, defined planes of Rock’s body was something that took my breath away. Everything about him was so hard and tight, there was not an ounce of fat anywhere. I loved the definition and strength in his arms that were riddled with thick, pulsing veins and roped muscle, and the thickness of his powerful thighs and tight butt. I took my time learning all over again what he liked best, while worshiping him from his six-pack down to the heavy muscle between his legs.
I shivered just thinking about his hard body claiming me. He’d become an obsession for me, a potent drug that I was addicted to and could never get enough of. The fact that Rock pounced on me the minute he walked through the door revealed that I was also his drug of choice. Sam’s presence kept him from acting on what he really wanted, but he always showed me in some way that he was hungry for me.
It got to the point that I couldn’t wait for him to come home each day.
I couldn’t wait for evening when we’d put Sam to bed.
I knew that there was some trouble going on in the club, and I knew enough not to ask what it was. Instinct told me that it had something to do with the Blue Knights. Everyone was on alert, and I knew that prospects had been placed outside the house to watch over Sam and me when Rock wasn’t home. I didn’t know whether to feel safe, or worried about the reason for their presence. I was assured it was just a precaution.
I rolled onto my back and kicked the covers off me. Rock was gone, like most mornings. He’d taken up getting Sam off to school, letting me sleep in, and then going to the club or his place of business, depending on where he was needed. I knew the club had a restaurant and bar, but it had surprised me to learn that Rock also owned a shooting range with certified instructors who taught people how to shoot and handle guns.
I stretched, emitting a loud sound that always seemed to help me get going in the morning. Completely naked (because Rock wouldn’t have it any other way), I reached for his discarded t-shirt and slipped it over my head. I didn’t bother with underwear any more. The house was quiet as I made my way downstairs for my first cup of coffee. A smile spread across my face when I saw that Rock had left the pot on with a clean cup ready for me.
I went to the fridge for the creamer and then fixed myself a cup. An unexpected noise at the front door made me swing around. The sound of a key slipping into the lock calmed me, because I knew it had to be Rock. The door opened and our eyes met.
I smiled at him over my cup. “What’s wrong?” I wasn’t used to him coming home so early once he’d left for the day. His gaze dropped down my body, returning to my eyes with a wolfish glint in his.
“Not a damned fucking thing, baby.” He walked toward me. Normally the look in his eyes would prompt me to retreat, but I liked the hunger, the predator-like vibe he was giving off. It wasn’t to hurt, but to devour in the most lustful way.
He carefully took my coffee cup from me and sucked down a sip, making a face. “Is my shirt what you usually wear first thing in the morning?”
I shrugged, unable to hide a smile. “I like your scent on me.”
My comment unchained the b
east and Rock reached forward, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. He closed the distance between us, bringing me up sharply to his hard, unyielding body. I gasped, dropping my head back. It was all the invitation he needed to crush my mouth beneath the firm pressure of his. Instant, sharp arousal claimed my senses. The flavor of my coffee and something I couldn’t identify, something not unpleasant, exploded on my taste buds. I moaned, and lapped his tongue like a greedy cat.
His deep groan vibrated through me, echoing throughout the kitchen. A rough hand made its way beneath my shirt, claiming my breast. Calluses and barely tempered strength stimulated my flesh and nipples, leaving me straining my lower body against him. He turned hard as steel in what I deemed record time, grinding his lower body for relief. The next thing I knew, Rock had torn his mouth from mine, lifted my shirt with an impatient sound, and took my nipple between his teeth.
“Oh!” I cried out with surprise, burying my hands into his tussled hair. “Wh-what did you co-come home for?” I stuttered breathlessly.
“I forgot.” A rough laugh escaped him. “Fuck, baby, seeing you in my shirt, knowing you want my smell on you, turns me the fuck on.” He pulled back and glanced down, his dark eyes zeroing in on my bare pussy. He hissed, his nostrils flaring. “You better never answer the door like this.”
I giggled, reaching forward to run my hand over his erection. The full shaft throbbed strongly against my palm. I swallowed hard, dropping to my knees. “I need to taste you,” I said softly, opening his pants. His cock was so hard that the second I got the zipper down it pushed out and throbbed with a life of its own. I looked at the wonder of such a tool, so big and long, and curved upward, almost touching Rock’s belly. I took it in my hands, hearing his hiss, feeling his hand drop to my hair and twist into it.
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