“What do you want me to do, Christy?” he asked, as they stared at one another for a moment.
Her eyes shone bright in the muted light of the room. “Fuck me, and make it good. I want to fight to keep my moans quiet, keep my screams in. I want to know that if someone’s outside the door, they can figure out what’s going on in here. I want you to own me.”
Son of a bitch. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Your wish is my command.”
Just like it always had been, he’d never been able to deny this woman anything. So with his feet planted on the ground, he used them as leverage to raise her body and impale her deeply on his hard cock. The sound she made would live in his memory forever.
Chapter Eight
Christine threw her head back as she sank down on his length, moaning when she felt him expand inside her. Shivers worked their way through her body as she tried to deal with the maelstrom of emotions hitting her from every side.
When she’d first met Steele, sex had been something kind of off-limits with them. She hadn’t been sure she enjoyed it after what she’d gone through as a teenager. Being given to a religious zealot and forced into sexual slavery did that to a person, but her husband had been patient. He’d calmly shown her everything she needed to know about pleasing him and herself. He’d helped her overcome the fears and insecurity she’d had, and now she could say with complete conviction that she loved this time she spent with him. There was nothing she appreciated more than giving her pleasure over to him and letting him work her body like those keyboards he loved so much.
Tilting her head back up, she opened her eyes slightly, loving the look of concentration on his face. The black-framed glasses he wore added to his good looks. She thought his mind was one of the sexiest things about him, while he wasn’t the strongest, fastest, or even the most badass in the club, he could fuck someone up with one stroke of his keyboard and she really liked that.
Grasping the back of the chair behind his head, she circled her hips, letting her head fall forward so she rested her forehead against his shoulder. “Feels so good, Travis,” she moaned when she felt his fingers grip her hips, helping to pull her up and back down over his cock.
“I know, I know,” he said the words almost like a chorus. “I still can’t believe you picked me. I’m the luckiest bastard ever.”
She felt the same way about him, but it was hard to put the thoughts into words, especially when he snaked a hand in between her legs and started strumming her clit with his finger. “God,” she yelled.
Sex with him was sometimes like a religious experience, and for someone who’d grown up the way she had it was a hard thing to admit. When he touched her, entered her body, and gave her everything of him, it was as if she were seeing the other side. Giving into those feelings wasn’t hard because it was the only thing she could do. She could hear moans coming from her throat as she bounced on him, groaning when she felt his palms cup her breasts.
“Shhhh,” he quietened her. “Someone could hear. I don’t know if everyone else is asleep yet or not.”
They probably weren’t, and she knew that, because presents needed to be wrapped, cookies needed to be made, and cards needed to be signed. But God, she also needed to be fucked. “I don’t care,” she grabbed his ear between her teeth. “Let them listen.”
This was new. Travis thought to himself as he heard the words coming out of her mouth. It wasn’t like Christine had never been the type of person to like sex where anyone could hear or see them. He thought back fondly to the night she’d gotten herself off while he’d watched on camera. It had been one of the hottest moments of his life. But this not caring if people heard? Was definitely a new thing.
Using the tip of his finger, he continued flicking her clit, as he thrust higher up into her. The chair squeaked against the frantic pace of their movements, and he was pretty sure that anyone who wanted to, could know exactly what they were doing. The thought sent a shot of adrenaline through his body and if at all possible, he got harder.
“Do you like this?” he asked as he pulled her ear down to his lips. “You like someone could hear? You like how loud we’re going at it?”
“Yes,” the answer was ripped from her throat, sounding like she’d run a marathon as she panted with him. “I like when you lose control and you do all the things I want you to do to me. I love when you let us be exactly who we are to one another. I trust you,” she continued, her voice breaking. “I trust you with everything I am not to hurt me, not to use my pleasure against me. You know how to make me fly, and I can’t get enough of it.”
Hearing that she trusted him was the best thing he’d ever heard in his life. Trust was hard for Christine, always had been, and even this far into their relationship, there were still times he wondered if he actually had it. Living through what she’d had to made it difficult for her, and he understood that better than anyone else. He held her when she woke up crying, calmed her fears when she had a panic attack, and promised to always be there no matter how hard she pushed him away sometimes.
She wasn’t perfect, but neither was he. They never had been…but together, they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. They were perfect for each other. They answered to no one and lived their lives exactly how they wanted to. The thought forced a ribbon of heat through him, and he removed his finger from the middle of her body, putting his hands back on her hips. Gripping tightly, he pushed her down as his thighs jackhammered into hers.
His hamstrings burned like he’d run five miles, but he knew as he heard her voice break above him, felt the sting of her fingernails in his shoulders, the bite of her teeth against his throat, and the hard panting of her breath against his chest, he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop until they were both there, and as he used his feet for leverage on the floor, he knew it wasn’t going to take much for that to happen.
Christine could feel her body tightening against his, could feel the rush to the finish line in the way she tried to catch her breath. The swift thrust and exit, along with the angle they were at, was hitting all her hot spots. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
Digging her nails into his shoulders, she pushed herself further up on his lap, and cried out when he reached forward, capturing her nipple in between his lips. His head moved with the rhythm of their bodies, following the up and down motion, not letting go of the hard nub, as he circled his tongue around it. She could feel the tug of his teeth all the way down to where her pussy encased his cock. It was a dilemma she had. Should she let go of his shoulders and direct his head and mouth, or should she let him do what he was best at?
Just as she thought she was going to come to a conclusion, she heard and felt the sharp sting of a slap against her ass. This wasn’t something she liked all the time, but when they got out of control, it was a huge turn on for her. Between the bite at her chest and the stinging on her ass, and the invasion of his dick, she was ready to explode.
“Travis,” she panted, chest heaving, voice rough. “I’m gonna come.”
“Are you?” he asked as he pulled away from her nipple, gazing up at her over the edges of his glasses.
Those glasses had slid down his nose and she couldn’t help but love the spontaneity of it all. He was half-dressed, still wearing his cut and t-shirt. Glasses were falling off his face. Pants were at his ankles, stopped by the boots still on his feet. God, she loved this, loved that they could do this to one another. There would never be another man who loved her like this, and she knew that like she knew she was taking her next breath.
“Yes,” she pushing back against his shoulders, tilting her head back, letting the feeling fly all over her. Her body tightened even further on his cock and she could hear the moan that left his throat.
“Fuck, if you get any tighter on me,” he stopped the words as she felt her orgasm break over her.
A rush of moisture could be felt as the two of them heaved against one another, both gasping loudly, cussing with the emotions flowing through their bo
dies. The chair squeaking one last time as he came to a stop inside her. They didn’t need words, not right now. For just a few moments they needed to be.
So Christine did what she did best when it came to Steele, she ran her fingers through his hair and tried to tame the thoughts probably flowing through his mind. She timed her strokes with the way he lazily ran fingers up and down her back. And together, they just were.
Chapter Nine
Travis was lethargic as he sat back, trying to catch his breath. She’d blown his mind in every single way there was to blow it. This had been the most unexpected Christmas gift he’d ever received in his life.
“What made you do this?” he asked as he fingered the lace, hanging on by a thread, at her chest.
She giggled, stretching so she could lay her head against his shoulder. “You’ve been stressed the past few days, and I hate when you’re stressed. You’re kind of a pain in the ass,” she snickered. “But I also know how hard you work and how much you worry. Everyone needs some time to relax every once in a while, and I felt like you weren’t getting that. Plus, I missed you,” she shrugged. “And if I want to have time with you, sometimes I have to make that time.”
“I can’t believe we christened the cave,” he pushed her hair back from her face. “You know it’s going to be hell for me in here now. I’m gonna sit in this chair and think of the way we are right now, think of what we just did, and I’m gonna have a perpetual hard-on.”
She kissed the side of his neck. “Good. I want you to have one every time you think of me.”
“Babe, that is absolutely no problem,” he nosed his way to her neck, kissing her softly. “I think we need to get dressed and somehow walk ourselves to our room.”
She sighed, lifting herself off his body, testing her legs as she put her feet flat on the floor. “Oh I’m not as young as I used to be,” she winced. “This is probably going to hurt in the morning.”
“But it was fun right?” he put a hand around her waist as she steadied herself.
“Fun doesn’t even begin to describe it,” she admitted.
He waited until he was sure she was good, and had grabbed her coat before he stood up himself, pulling his pants back around his waist and tucking himself inside. “C’mon, let’s go take a shower and go to bed,” he grabbed for her hand.
As they exited the room, he was almost sure he’d see people outside, but instead the main room of the clubhouse was quiet. It looked like most everyone was in for the night, or if they weren’t, they’d made themselves scarce. Not letting go of her hand, he walked them down the hallway and to their room.
When they entered, he let out a sigh of relief, he hadn’t wanted to be stopped and now that he was relaxed as fuck, all he wanted was a shower and a nice warm bed, with the woman of his dreams curled up beside him. Considering he’d never thought he’d have it. He knew that wasn’t too much to ask.
“You go take a shower first,” he scooted her towards the bathroom.
“Why don’t we take one together?” she gave him that smile again.
“Because if I go in there with you, we aren’t showering, and I’m pretty sure we’re both tired.”
“I hate when you’re right,” she sighed.
“But you love me no matter what,” he fired back at her.
“That I do, Travis Steele,” she answered. “That I do.”
Later, two of them lay against each other, quietly enjoying their time together after they’d gotten themselves in bed.
“So since I gave you one of your presents tonight, does that mean I get one of mine?” Christine asked as she tilted her head up so she could look him in the eyes.
“That’s blackmail,” he laughed as he smoothed a hand down her back, cupping the curve of her ass.
“All’s fair in love and Christmas gifts,” she licked her lips and shot him a saucy grin.
Steele couldn’t believe how saucy she’d gotten. Back when he’d first met her, she’d been scared of her shadow, and even more scared of the world around her. To know he’d helped bring out this side of her? He’d give her fucking Christmas gifts every damn day. Grunting, he disentangled himself from her arms and got up from the bed they shared.
“Close your eyes,” he told her. “I don’t want you to see where I hide your stuff.”
She huffed, but did as he asked as she covered her eyes and waited for him to tell her when the coast was clear. Steele watched, to make sure she was following his request, because it’d taken him forever to find a good hiding spot, damned if he was going to lose it now.
He grasped the smallest gift and walked back over to the bed. Once she felt his weight make the mattress dip, she opened her eyes. “What is it?” she asked, her voice reminding him of a kid.
Too often he forgot that she wasn’t used to things like this. Having a seat, he handed her the small package, wrapped by someone he’d paid, because Travis Steele did not wrap gifts.
“It’s small,” she gave him a look. “But good things do come in small packages.”
“That’s right they do,” he nodded.
She shook it around in her hand but heard nothing. “It’s not loose.”
“Nope,” he shook his head. This was something they did every time he gave her a gift. She always tried to figure it out before she opened it.
“I think I’m just gonna have to open this one,” she twirled it around in her palm before she ripped the paper open, using her fingernails to help her gain entrance. In her hand sat a Tiffany Blue box. “Travis,” she gasped.
“What?” He couldn’t keep the pleasure out of his voice. He’d surprised her and gone to great lengths to do so. “Open it.”
She did with shaking hands, not being able to believe he’d done this for her. Opening the box, she gasped again as she saw a pair of pearl earrings laying against velvet.
“I thought about getting you a necklace, because every good Southern Girl needs her pearls, but with you working the way you do, I figured it would get in the way. So I came up with the idea of earrings,” he explained as he took them out of their box and put them in her ears.
He watched as she struggled to speak to him, her chin wobbling as she inhaled a deep breath. “Thank you. I don’t have any other words besides thank you and I love you.”
“Love you too,” he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Those are all the words I need.”
Part Three
Jagger & Bianca
Chapter Ten
Bianca Stone cut her eyes to the clock located at the back of her classroom, willing it to fast-forward an hour. It read two-thirty and she was dying for it to be three-thirty, which would signal the end of her workday. The end of her workday would mean she had a total of three weeks off for Christmas and New Year’s. No getting up to an alarm, no rushing to get to school in the morning, and leaving Jagger behind for eight to ten hours while she worked.
This year the break was much needed because she was burnt the fuck out. She couldn’t wait to sleep in and stay up late with her husband. Whether it be watching stupid Christmas movies on Netflix or between the sheets. She just wanted to spend time with him and not have to worry about anything. She didn’t want to make her lunch the night before, grade papers while sucking down coffee to stay awake, or be the voice of reason when answering emails from worried or angry parents. The next three weeks were hers and hers alone.
If she could get through the next hour.
She thought back to the last long weekend she had from school. She and Jagger had spent it on the back of his bike and in bed. She’d never been so relaxed in her life. There were certain things Bianca needed in her life: a good night’s sleep at least three times a week, to ride bitch on Jagger’s bike more often than not, and to be the sole object of his attention in bed at least twice a week. By the time this break was over, she hoped like hell she’d experienced all of those more times than required. After all – she was an overachiever. Bianca licked her lips and couldn’t help the grin t
hat came to her face. Yes, she and her husband had a very active and enjoyable sex life.
Her hand itched to delve into her purse and pull out her cell phone. It’s what she did when she wanted to waste time and today she wanted to waste as much time as possible. It was bad form though, for her to pull out a cell phone in the middle of class. If any of her students did it, she took it away from them. Of course she’d give it back when class was done, but she tried to follow all the rules she made them follow.
Pushing her hair behind her shoulder, she sighed, looking out over her class. They were as anxious as she was. Most of them were in small groups talking and laughing. She didn’t miss that nearly all of them had their eyes glued to the clock just like she did. No one was paying attention to her. Throwing caution to the wind, she reached into her bag, grabbed her phone, and sent a quick text to her husband.
Can’t wait for this day to be over! I miss you, can’t wait to see you tonight! Hopefully they include me, you, and as little clothing as possible.
It wasn’t exactly a nudie pic, but the implication was there, and it would have to do. Knowing Jagger, it would be just enough to get him going. The grin that spread across her face was mischievous, knowing exactly how he would be affected.
“What are your plans tonight?”
Jagger leaned against the quarter-panel of the car he had just finished repairing. When he’d straightened, wiping his hands off, his cell phone had beeped with a message. Checking it, he realized it was a text from Bianca. Normally, she didn’t text him while she was at work. It made his heart race, but he made himself slow down as he swiped his thumb across the screen. Just because he wasn’t used to her texting him during the day didn’t mean this was bad news. Reading the text message, he felt himself looking forward to leaving more than he had all day. Glancing up at Layne, he answered the question posed to him, as he felt a bit of heat rush to his cheeks. Damn him for blushing sometimes when it came to his wife.
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