“That was absolutely, the most amazing feeling. You clenched me so fucking tight.” Ellis groaned. “I want you to do it again.”
“I don’t think I can stand anymore.” I sighed, lowering my head to the door, still breathing hard. Ellis pulled out of me and quickly scooped me up into his arms. He carried me to his room, lying me on the bed. When he turned to move away, I grabbed his hand. “I didn’t say we were done, just that I couldn’t stand."
Smiling, Ellis crawled on top of me and slid between my legs. His condom covered cock slowly entered me again as he looked down into my eyes. My hands gripped his back as my legs wrapped around his waist. He lowered himself onto his elbows so that our lips could meet in a slow, sensual dance, in sync with our bodies. I closed my eyes as he brushed across my forehead with his thumb, pushing wet hair from my face even as he carried on thrusting into me. I trailed my lips against his neck, biting down on the base of his neck. A primitive groan slipped from Ellis’ clenched teeth in reaction as he thrust harder into me.
“Oh, you like that?” I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. Sweat dripped off his forehead onto my chest, yet it was so incredibly sexy he was working so hard to make sure it felt so damn good. “God, your cock feels good. Does it feel good to be in my pussy?”
“Hell yeah.” He groaned. I knew he liked it when I talked dirty to him.
“Keep fucking that pussy like that and I’m gonna come again. Want me to drench that cock in my come?” I tightened my legs around him and dug my fingers into his back. As much as my dirty talking was for him, it was pushing me that much closer to the edge. His pace sped up and that was all I needed to spiral out of control again. I arched my back into him and yelled his name. My nails dug into his back as my orgasm washed over me. Ellis cursed and slammed into me hard twice more before every muscle in his body flexed and he groaned my name.
We both laid there without moving or speaking, breathing heavy, hearts beating out of control. Ellis rolled to his back, lying next to me when he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. Side by side, both of us staring at the ceiling, I laughed breathlessly. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” was all that Ellis managed. Once I could feel my arms and legs again, I rolled over to look at him.
“I’ve never come like that. I don’t know what you did, but you need to do it again. Like multiple times a day,” I said when he finally opened his eyes to look at me. The biggest smile I’d ever seen crossed his face before he reached out and pulled me down to his chest.
“Good. I think I can suffer through that.” Ellis laughed, holding me tightly to him.
Ellis and I spent the next couple days in the hotel room. I watched more TV shows and movies during those days than I probably had in a year. When we got bored with the boob tube, Ellis would find a fun way to help pass the time, like giving me a massage or playing poker. We only had actual sex a couple of times. When we did, Ellis was always hyper aware of my banged up body, taking extra time to make me feel incredibly cherished. When my bruises were finally healed enough that I felt I could go out in public without everyone staring at me or Ellis, we packed up to head home.
I was happy to be going back home, but it also meant that Ellis and I would have to be more secretive than when it’d been only us in the hotel. I wasn’t ready to break the news to Patrick about us, and I don’t think Ellis was either. After we piled into Ellis’ pick up, I turned to look at him with my back resting against the door.
“What are you looking at?” Ellis glanced at me as he navigated traffic as he headed towards the house.
“You. This is going to make things interesting, you know, not telling Patrick about us.” I straightened my legs out and he rested one hand on my shins while the other rested over the steering wheel.
“I’ll tell him if you really want.” Ellis’ tone of voice told me that he would, but he didn’t want to. I laughed and shook my head.
“Hell no. I think we need to wait at least a week or two, or more for all this shit to calm down or Patrick might explode from stress. Plus, I can drive you crazy and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it. Mmm, yes I think this could get very interesting.” A wicked smile came over my face as I moved my foot to nudge his semi hard cock. He playfully glared at me before looking back to the road.
“Oh, if you want to go down that road, two can play that game, baby. I know you are just as jealous as I am.” Ellis squeezed my leg lightly. Was this what it was like to be in a normal relationship? Playfully teasing each other without worrying about something being taken wrong or getting smacked for saying something wrong? Over the last few days, Ellis had casually touched me more than Jeremiah had touched me the entire time we’d been together. It was always a soft touch here or a brush of his hand there. His eyes or hands were constantly on me if we were in the same room. Normally, I’d feel like I was suffocating, but the way he did it made me feel beautiful and desirable, instead of beaten down and defeated like I had been when we had arrived at the hotel.
A mile from the house, Ellis pulled into a vacant parking lot. I looked around, expecting to see someone behind us or someone waiting to meet us. As I turned back around to look at Ellis, he grabbed my neck to slant his mouth over mine for a heated kiss. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to mine.
“I feel like we’ve been living in our own world and now we have to go back where other people exist and problems arise. I don’t want to leave our little slice of heaven." Ellis looked right into my eyes as he spoke. I pushed him back and climbed into his lap, placing my hand over his heart.
“It’s only temporary. Just let Patrick calm down and then we won’t have to sneak around or hide from anyone. I’m not embarrassed or concerned what anyone will think, if you’re worried about that.” I kissed his lips chastely. “And if we don't tell him, we will always have the trip to DC for just the two of us.”
“Do you have to go to DC? I was hoping that since ass wipe is no longer around, you might not have to go.” Ellis asked, resting his hands on my hips.
“It’s not an option. I have to go, but at least I hear I’m supposed to have some fine ass company for the ride.” I smiled at him. I didn’t want to talk about DC; I didn’t even really want to talk about the trip. I wanted to pretend it was never going to be time to leave, but the pain in my chest told me that I couldn’t put it off much longer. But until we left, I wanted to pretend I had all the time in the world left to explore whatever Ellis and I had together.
“Yeah, I’ll be with you, baby.” Ellis gave me another kiss, pulling my hips against his so I could feel his hardening erection. Before I could even react though, he lifted me and set me back in the passenger seat, making me frowned. “Your brother will be expecting you and I’m not explaining why we are late or why you have sex hair. I’ll have to deal with the untamable beast later." Ellis gestured to his groin.
The pain in my chest subsided and I was able to laugh at his joke, “Untamable, huh?”
“No matter how much I try to control him, he has a mind of his own,” Ellis explained as he pulled out of the parking lot. I rolled my eyes at him but couldn’t help the stupid happy smile from sliding back on my face. The pain had been coming and going just that quick for the last few months, but it was starting to happen more frequently. Trying to push those thoughts back, I thought about the abrupt end of my abusive relationship and the death of my abuser at the hands of my new… Fuck buddy? Boyfriend? I wasn’t sure what exactly Ellis and I had going on.
I should have been sad. I should have been distraught. I should have been so many things, but I just couldn’t do it. Maybe I was still in shock or denial or maybe my mind had just decided to be content that Jeremiah wasn’t going to be coming around anymore. It was a good thing. It was the freest I’d felt in so long; I almost didn’t know what do with all the emotions I was feeling. There were more happy feelings than the constant cloud of doom hanging over me.
As soon as Ellis’ truck pulled into the
drive, Patrick was opening the door to the house, so I knew he’d been waiting for us. I was glad Ellis had the foresight to pull over, giving us one last moment before joining the real world again. I glanced at Ellis before opening my door. We exchanged a quick smile before I climbed out of the truck.
“You look much better than when you left.” Patrick pulled me into a tight hug, meeting me halfway.
“Yes, Ellis made sure I was taken care of. Plus, we all know bruises just need time to fade.” I pulled back and smiled up at my brother’s worried face.
“But memories take much longer.” Patrick’s eyes clouded over for a moment before he turned me towards the house as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "This is more than the bruises, Ryan. Everything about you is glowing, happy even. I like it.”
Giving him a half smile, I looked over my shoulder to see Ellis pulling out bags from the truck and following silently behind us into the house. I could hear people talking and making noise in the game room, which was no surprise, the house was rarely empty. Feeling more energized than when I’d been home before, I patted Patrick’s stomach and pulled out from under his arm.
“Well, I’m home and happy. I’ll go find something to keep me busy while you and Ellis do whatever it is you do now that he is home again. Tonight, we can go out to dinner and celebrate my return to the living.” Winking at the surprised look on Patrick’s face, I walked happily towards the door to the living room throwing a farewell wave over my shoulder before slipping through the door. Closing the door behind me, I saw there was actually quite a crowd in the game room. A group was gathered around the TV with some reality show on, everyone had dollar bills in their hands and were egging on the people on the show. Walking up to Brew where he stood at the back of the group, not as involved in the shouting match. I gazed at the show then back to his face.
“What the hell is this?” I asked, looking back to the show that appeared completely mind numbingly stupid to me.
“We all have bets on which wife breaks down in tears first. Shh!” Brew barely acknowledged me. Although he wasn’t shouting like some of the men were, his focus was solely for the TV. Rolling my eyes, I walked away; I had better things to do with my time than bet on a scripted reality show.
“Ryan, welcome back to reality. We missed you while you and Ellis were holed up in a hotel together.” Monk jumped from a bar stool situated around the pool table where there were piles of cash set on a nearby table, there was another bet going on and Monk must be the one in charge of the money as he didn’t move far from the table. He slapped my back like he would any of the other guys after they hadn’t seen each other in a while.
“What? Who said anything about me and Ellis?” I looked around the room in panic, afraid our secret affair had somehow already been found out. But Monk just looked at me oddly before resting a heavy hand on my shoulder and leveling his eyes on mine.
“No one said anything about you and Ellis. Although, with that kind of reaction, maybe someone should have.” Monk’s look was all too knowing. I was overreacting. Most of the people couldn’t give a fuck about Ellis and I doing it, Patrick was the only one I needed to worry about finding out.
“No. No. I was just wondering whose ass I’d have to kick to kill that rumor. You know I don’t dig bikers.” I sighed and rolled my shoulders, telling myself to relax.
“One day that’ll change. You know your brother will be heartbroken if you don’t marry one of us and carry on his lineage." Monk gestured to the chair he’d been sitting on, inviting me to take a seat. I slid onto the stool, laughing at him. It was forced, but I tried to make it sound as natural as I could.
“I highly doubt that’ll happen. I’ve already told him that if he wants someone to carry on the name it’ll have to be him who has a kid. I have no plans to ever have kids, no matter what man I end up with.” I sighed at the truth and turned away from him to pretend like I had gotten sucked into the game to end the conversation. Before long I actually was intrigued by who was going to win and planning what shots I would make if it were me playing that I didn’t notice when Patrick and Ellis entered the room. I should have, since the atmosphere always changed when they were around. Everyone was always more on edge with them since they were the head dogs, the ones who called all the shots.
I did notice that something had changed when a good majority of the available women left the men they were hanging on to or trying to chat up. Even some of the married or spoken for women were looking behind me with envy on their faces. Once I finally picked up on the changes, I turned around, spotting the two men lounging on one of the couches in the room. My jealousy spiked seeing a woman on either side of Ellis, pressing their breasts into his arm while a third was behind him rubbing his shoulders. He had a carefree smile smeared across his face while his eyes took in all their skin on display.
Snapping my jaw shut, I gritted my teeth. I’d known I would have to deal with this. Now was time to prove I was better than my bitter emotions. I could trust him, I knew that without a doubt, but seeing women touching him and not being able to say anything about it…just sucked. Well, two could play that game. Let’s see who had more control over their jealousy.
Game on.
Pulling my hair forward over my shoulders, I pulled some cash out of my back pocket. I slapped it on the felted table top, putting myself in line to play. There was one person in front of me, but that was okay. I was formulating my plan to tease Ellis. Sitting back in my chair, I tried to carry on a light conversation with Monk while glancing occasionally over at Ellis and his whores. When his eyes looked up and locked with mine, I gave him a smirk. In return, I got a confused look from him before he turned his attention back to the woman that was practically sitting in his lap with her hand running up and down his chest. Brew joined us once the TV show had ended, I only nodded to acknowledge his presence. My head was elsewhere since I was up next.
Finally it was my turn to play. I chose to let Hammer, the guy who had picked me up from the airport, go first. When he knocked the cue ball into the triangle of waiting balls, they scattered all over the table, but none sank into a pocket. Glancing once more over my shoulder at Ellis, I walked over to the cue ball and leaned over the table to line it up with the ball I knew I could sink in the corner pocket. When it went in, I moved to make another shot, leaning exaggeratedly over the table. My ass was sticking up in the air as I bent at the waist for the shot. I was wearing my favorite jeans so I knew they hugged my ass perfectly. When the ball dropped into the pocket, I moved again. The cue ball was perfectly placed so I could lift my knee onto the table and bend over again, lifting my ass in the air. I was playing it up for Ellis and knowing I’d attract more than just his eyes on my flirtatious stances, but in this environment I knew I was perfectly safe to be so over the top.
Smiling, I turned around after I sank the ball. There were more people gathered around watching the game than when I had first started playing. I knew I would get in trouble with Patrick if I kept it up. Then again I knew if Patrick was hearing about it or seeing it, then so was Ellis and that was the whole point. I shot in the next two balls without any dramatic poses then I got another opportunity to play it up. I leaned down, stretched out over the table, legs spread, and hips against the edge while my body was sprawled flat against the table top so I could reach the ball. Just as I was about to make the shot, I glanced up to find Ellis standing at the other end of the table with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t look very happy. Your turn. I smiled and took my shot. I missed. Ellis started making his way over to where I was just as I saw Patrick pushing through the crowd from a different angle.
“Looks like Wrench and Dirty are going to give you a good spanking.” Brew joked quietly as I took my seat, waiting for Hammer to take his turn. I winked at him and shrugged it off with a smile.
“They better be careful, I might like it.” I laughed at the surprised look that came over Brew’s face. I didn’t normally joke about sexual things, especi
ally not with the guys in the club. I was in such a good mood though that I was letting my playful side out.
“You might like what?” Ellis’ voice rumbled in my ear sending a shiver through me, which I tried to hide by rubbing my arms like I was cold.
“Spankings.” I quickly stood, turning to see the disgruntled looks on Ellis’ face and Patrick’s not far behind him, which made me grin again. “Oh please, I’m not a little girl anymore boys. Sometimes a spanking is just what I need to get off. You know that thing that pushes sex from good to great.”
“Seriously, Ryan. I’m about to bend you over my knee and paddle you good if you keep talking like that. I don’t need to hear shit like that leave my sister's mouth.” Patrick curled his lip as I snickered at the double standards. He didn’t care if I saw him fucking someone but if I spoke about anything naughty he freaked out, always the big brother. He returned to his seat, still giving me his best older brother look. I turned to Ellis to see what he had to say. I could see an intense fire in his eyes that said he wanted to do more than he could in the crowded room.
“Your turn.” Brew spoke up from next to us, giving me the chance to escape before Ellis could say anything. I grabbed my pool cue from where I’d left it leaning against the wall and walked up to the table. I could’ve sworn I heard a growl from Ellis, but there were so many other people talking I wasn’t sure.
Knowing I had Ellis’ full attention, I made sure to stick my chest out and ass up when I bent over to sink my last ball before going after the eight ball. I called the pocket I wanted and easily sank it. Hammer passed off his pool cue to the person I was to play next as I moved to re-rack the balls. I almost laughed out loud when I saw Ellis grab the stick from the man, giving him the stink eye when he tried to object. The guy quickly backed down and allowed Ellis to steal his turn.
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