by Lilly Atlas
She let out a low sound, part desire, part frustration, and part need. This was so much more than making love. The things he was saying? He was claiming her, mating with her, letting her know she belonged to him now.
Without warning his mouth clamped down on a nipple and he sucked, hard. After being so turned on, the sensation was almost beyond what she could tolerate. Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain exploded from her breast, and she was helpless to stop the scream that erupted from deep within. His mouth moved to the other side, lips, teeth and tongue worshiping her as she writhed beneath him.
Lila grew wetter by the second. Were she still in control over her thoughts, she may have been embarrassed by the amount of fluid easing between her legs. But, as it was, she focused completely on the delicious sensations that rocketed through her body. Her entire being centered on the twin peaks, and Striker’s attention to them.
After what could have been five minutes or an hour, Striker abandoned her breasts, and trailed his mouth back down her body, nipping and sucking along the way. Never had a man spent so much time on her pleasure without thought for himself. When he reached his destination, he lifted each of her thighs, placing them over his shoulders with his head positioned between.
For a few seconds Lila felt nothing, heard nothing, and grew a little nervous. She was wetter than she had ever been in her life, saturated. Maybe it was too much. Maybe he found it unappealing. Then she heard him inhale slowly as though she was a fine wine he wanted to savor.
“Fuck, baby, you smell amazing. You are drenched. Do you have any fucking idea how it makes me feel when I see your body telling me how much you want me? I’m trying to get myself together so I can take my time with you, but you’re making it very hard.”
She knew how hard it was, she’d felt the evidence against her leg when he’d tormented her breasts. Her mouth opened to make the sassy retort, but at the last second she caught herself and shut it, remaining silent.
“You’re being very obedient. I like it.”
In the next instant Striker took a long sweeping lick through the folds of her pussy, up to her clit, where he sucked it lightly into his mouth.
That was all it took. Her orgasm slammed into her without warning, like a runaway freight train. Somehow she managed not to scream his name, but she did make a sound that was a cross between a wail and a moan. Unable to keep her arms up any longer, her hands fisted into his hair to pull him closer, or push him away, she wasn’t sure.
Striker acted as though he didn’t realize she just had an explosive release. Shoving his tongue into her channel he fucked her with his mouth. This time, Lila did scream, she was so sensitive from the previous orgasm that the jabs of his tongue inside her were barely tolerable.
Striker was relentless, giving her no time to recover before he drove her right back up again.
Lila’s head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, and she bucked and jerked beneath him, completely out of control. She was seconds from coming again, and wanted him inside her this time. With a cry of need, she yanked Striker’s head up by his hair, and met his eyes. He looked wild, and a little out of control as he raised one eyebrow and speared her with a questioning look.
“Fuck me, Striker,” she begged. “Please. I need you to fuck me. Now.”
He rose. With her legs still over his shoulders, his muscles bunched and flexed, making him look every bit the alpha male he was. He held himself over her, a hand on each side of her head as his shoulders pushed her knees toward her chest. “Position me.” His voice was rough and dark.
Immediately, her hand sought him out. Her entire body trembled in anticipation as she wrapped her fingers around his impressive girth. Lila decided Striker needed a bit of his own torture. She squeezed and stroked him, enjoying the feel of the soft skin over his hard length.
“Lila,” he rumbled out the warning.
With a sassy smile, Lila guided him to her opening. He wasted no time. Almost before she could register him moving, he impaled her.
“Striker.” She whimpered.
“I know, babe, I know.” He stilled for a moment, his forehead rested on hers. “You ready, baby?”
“God, yes.”
He needed no further prompting. Striker pulled back until he was almost completely out, and then roughly pushed back in. A harsh cry ripped from her mouth. The sound seemed to spurn him on and he plunged in and out of her like a madman.
“There’s no going back, Lila. This is it. You’ll never have another man.”
“I don’t want to go back, Striker. There’s no man I could ever want as much as I want you.”
“I gave you a chance to walk away, to save yourself, and you didn’t take it. You’re mine now, Lila. This makes you fucking mine,” he ground out, never letting up his furious pace. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Whose? Who do you belong to Lila?”
“You, Striker! I’m yours, Striker. Oh God,” she cried when his hand slid between their bodies and found her clit.
“Damn fucking straight,” he said before he captured her mouth in his for a rough kiss that matched the pace of their lovemaking.
“Harder,” she managed to say between heaving breaths. She needed to feel his full strength pumping in and out of her.
“Yes ma’am,” he quipped, as he forced her knees even farther toward her body, and powered into her, deeper than she thought possible. “Christ, I love you, Lila.”
The moment she heard the words ripped from his throat, pleasure crashed in a wave that overwhelmed all her senses. Lila yelled his name over and over again as she came. She curled her fingers into his ass, holding him to her as though she could meld their bodies. Her pussy clamped down on him, and she spasmed and shook for endless minutes. Above her, Striker swore, stiffened, and jerked as orgasm claimed him as well.
Lila sagged into the mattress, spent and sated. Striker collapsed next to her and rolled to his side, tucking her tight against his sweat-dampened skin. They lay silent, each breathing hard for many minutes while their bodies cooled and calmed.
Lila had nearly drifted off to sleep when she felt Striker’s hands stroking over her. They skimmed up her ass and snuck around to the front. Wetness, evidence of their lovemaking, coated her thighs and he let out a low groan when his hands encountered it. With slow strokes, he rubbed a finger over the tender flesh between her legs, and her eyes popped open. “Striker, you’re still hard.”
He chuckled. “Yes, baby, I’m aware.”
“How is that even possible after…that.”
“I’m pretty much hard around you twenty-four-seven.”
Lila smiled and enjoyed his touch until a familiar smell tickled her nose. “Striker, have you been smoking?”
“Smoking? What?”
Lila didn’t believe his phony innocent tone for a second, but when he lifted her leg and slid into her from behind, she lost all conscious thought, and climbed toward ecstasy once again.
Chapter Thirty-Two
A buzzer sounded, and the heavily padded players jogged off the turf field for a fifteen-minute halftime. Tonight was the third home game of the high school’s football season, and Lila’s sports safety and concussion program was in full swing.
She made a habit of attending the home games to answer any questions the coach may have should someone be injured. By mid-season, she hoped he’d feel comfortable performing a basic concussion assessment and be able to make the appropriate recommendations.
“Dr. Emerson, thank you again for the hours of work you’ve put into our team. The new equipment is wonderful and I feel much more confident handling injuries after studying your pamphlets.” Lila looked at the salt and pepper haired coach who approached her, his hand outstretched to shake hers. The evening was warm and sweat coated his brow.
“It’s been my pleasure, Coach Reynolds. This is an issue I’m passionate about, so I’ve been overjoyed at the enthusiastic response to the program.” She gave the middle aged c
oach a warm smile as she grasped his hand. He’d been so receptive to any advice she had to share. At one of their planning meetings he’d mentioned a student athlete who’d graduated last year had developed a seizure disorder after suffering two untreated concussions in one season.
“Looks like you’ve generated interest from other schools as well. Wouldn’t it be great if you could grow this throughout the county?”
Great was exactly what that would be. None of the Crystal Rock Falcons had been injured in tonight’s game, which she was grateful for, but a player from the opposing team had slammed head on into another player, and went down hard.
Coach Reynolds had jogged over to assist their coach. He walked them through the concussion assessment that Lila had educated all the coaches at CRHS on, and the guidelines for determining whether a student could return to play.
When the opposing coach requested a copy of the printed information, Reynolds had pointed him in Lila’s direction. “I’m meeting with their athletics department next week to start educating them on concussion prevention and management as well as the importance of equipment maintenance and replacement of worn gear.”
Excitement zinged through her blood each time she thought about it. Months of hard work were finally paying off, and it seemed like the program was growing, exactly what she’d hoped for when she created it.
“You staying for the second half of the game?” he asked her.
“I’d love to, Coach, but I have another commitment this evening.”
“Well it was nice to see you. Enjoy your evening, and your weekend.”
“Thank you, Coach Reynolds. Please say hello to your wife for me.”
He smiled at her as he sauntered back toward his team. Two sharp toots on his whistle indicated to the players that halftime was almost over.
Lila glanced down at her watch to see how much time she had. Tonight was the third Friday of the month, which meant she’d be attending the mixed martial arts fights the MC hosted. This would be the second time Lila went, and she had to admit she’d loved the first one. Watching Striker in the ring had been an exhilarating experience. By the time he won his match, she had been embarrassed to confess she was fully turned on.
Striker was the epitome of male animal grace when he fought, completely in command of his powerful body. Lila was aware Striker was in amazing physical shape from the many times she’d seen, touched, and tasted his body, but seeing him pushed to his limits was something else entirely. She couldn’t keep her hands off him after the last match, and was excited for a repeat performance.
One of the No Prisoners owned a gym on the edge of town, and most fighters in the area used his place to train. The club shut the place down on the third Friday of each month for Friday Night Fights, as the event was called. It was a pretty significant production, with fighters convening from all over the state to participate. Afterward, the MC hosted a party in a big vacant lot behind the gym. The men barbecued and drank while women flocked to them.
Lila stood on her tiptoes and stretched her neck in search of Jester. He was supposed to meet her here, and follow her to the gym. When she didn’t see his giant frame towering over the rest of the spectators, she decided to make her way to the parking lot and wait for him.
She’d only taken three steps, when a clammy hand on her arm stopped her progression. “Dr. Emerson, I’m so glad to see you here. I haven’t seen you in weeks. I’m so sorry I couldn’t be at the last committee meeting. Mother’s hands were acting up. You know how her arthritis gets. Would you care to sit with me for the second half of the game?”
Lila rolled her eyes heavenward, and counted to five before she turned around. Earl White was a sweet man, but his clinginess was wearing on her. Each time she saw him, he glued himself to her side, and smothered her with his questions and offers of assistance. She’d politely declined numerous invitations to dinner, and if they persisted, she’d have to use a stronger approach.
“Earl, it’s nice to see you. Thank you for the offer, but I’m actually on my way out. I have another engagement.” She gave him a polite smile that felt forced, and started to turn back around.
His face hardened, and Lila felt a split second of unease. Each time she turned him down in the past, his face had filled with a deep sadness, and she felt guilty for denting his sensitive ego. Tonight there was no hint of melancholy, but his eyes sparked with anger and his mouth pressed into a firm line. “You’re going to see him aren’t you?” He spat the words through clenched teeth.
Lila sighed. She really hated to do this to him, but perhaps it was time. Maybe if she spelled out her relationship with Striker for Earl, he could finally move on. “If you mean Striker, Earl, then yes. You know I’ve been dating him for months now.”
Earl’s expression didn’t soften as he stepped closer to her. “It’s a mistake, Lila. He’s a mistake. You need to stay away from him before something happens to you.”
A small shiver coursed through Lila. His words seemed more threat than concern. “Listen, Earl, I’m flattered that you care for me, but maybe I need to make my position perfectly clear. Striker and I are pretty seriously involved. Last week I officially moved in with him. You may not approve, and I apologize if this is blunt, but it’s really not your concern.”
He leaned forward. He wasn’t tall for a man, but at such a close proximity, Lila had to tilt her head back to view his face. “Striker is a criminal, Lila. A lowlife, dirt bag criminal, just like that group of bikers he leads. They are nothing but a bunch of losers who belong in jail, and—”
“Earl! That’s enough.” Lila put sufficient snap in her voice to stop his rambling. The last thing she wanted was to cause a scene in public, but she wouldn’t abide by him speaking to her in such a manner. “You know nothing of our relationship, and I’d appreciate it if you kept your opinions to yourself in the future. All you know about the MC is hearsay and rumors. They have become family to me, so please do not speak ill of them in my presence. I won’t tolerate it.”
Earl had lost a fair amount of weight, and his skin reflected a grayish pallor that she’d not noticed before. It had only been two weeks since she’d seen him at a committee meeting, but since his campaign to get her to go out with him had ramped up, she tried to avoid him, and hadn’t taken a close look at him. He had a sickly appearance. Anemia maybe. Possibly a cardiac issue.
“This is the last time I’ll warn you, Lila,” Earl ground out.
Where had this outraged man materialized from? Earl was always so meek and nervous, but today he seemed angry beyond reason.
“Is there a problem, Stitch?” The loud voice rumbled from above her head and just behind her. Lila turned and craned her neck farther, to peer up at Jester. He stood directly behind her, hands on his hips and a scowl on his mouth. Lila again had to resist the urge to roll her eyes, this time because she knew Jester was trying to intimidate poor Earl.
She shook her head and narrowed her eyes at Jester. “No, no problem. I was just coming to look for you.” She turned back to Earl who stared down at his worn sneakers. He once again had the look of a man beaten down by life. “Enjoy the rest of the game, Mr. White. Please think about what I said.”
Without waiting for a response, Lila spun on her heel and looped her arm through Jester’s, giving a firm tug toward the parking lot. He didn’t budge. When she shifted her gaze back to his face she noticed he still frowned down at Earl. The man may have been a nuisance, but few deserved to be on the receiving end of Jester’s ferocious glower. Lila pulled a bit harder this time. “Come on, Jester. I don’t want to be late.”
The only reason she was able to move his oversized body was because he allowed it. He turned and walked to the parking lot with her, a beefy arm thrown across her shoulders.
“You know, Jester, it’s been over two months since the incident with Snake, and he’s kept to his part of the deal. Don’t you think you guys can lay off the hovering a bit? I can’t go anywhere without one of you tailing me.
It’s cramping my style.”
He laughed at her and gave her shoulders a squeeze. “Cramping your style, huh? Hon, you might as well get used to it. I don’t think Striker is ever going to forget what happened. You just may have a tail for the rest of your life.”
“Lovely.” She grumbled. It got old, always having someone follow her around, but she knew Striker had been frantic with worry when Snake took her. If this gave him peace of mind about her safety and security, she’d tolerate it.
“The Grimms aren’t our only enemies, Stitch,” Jester reminded her.
When they reached her car, she noticed Jester had parked his bike behind her, boxing her in.
“I’ll move out of your way then follow you to the gym.”
“Okay, just give me a few seconds.” Lila took a quick peek around, and, not seeing anyone, she started to shimmy her stretchy maxi skirt down her legs.
Jester’s jaw dropped in shock, and he threw an arm up across his eyes. “Jesus, Doc! What the hell are you doing? You can’t take your clothes off in front of me. Striker will remove the eyeballs from my head, slowly, with a rusty knife. I thought we were friends!”
Lila cracked up as she drew the Falcon’s Football T-shirt over her head, and tossed it in her back seat. “Jester, relax. I have other clothes on underneath. I wasn’t going to wear a high school football shirt to the fights. You can open your eyes. I promise I’m not naked.”
Jester spread his fingers and peeked through the opening between his pointer and middle finger with one eye. Then he dropped his hands altogether and reached into her car. “Oh, hell no!” he spat out as he stuffed the T-shirt and skirt back in her arms. “Put this back on. You cannot go like that. Your ass is practically showing in that skirt thing, and your boobs are definitely showing.”
