Gunny (Rebel Wayfarers MC Book 5)

by MariaLisa deMora

  “Yeah, he used to. I’d shave him, and Mom would make her lemon cookies. He wouldn’t eat any of them unless they won, but she had to make them so he could smell the plateful before we left for the rink. He’d slap the top of the doorframe on the way out to the car, and when we got to the rink, he’d tap the door with his stick. One year, they didn’t do well, his team lost a lot of games. Dad and I had to eat a ton of cookies.” She grinned. “Most guys have some things they do, like crossing themselves or tapping the sides of the gate when they head out onto the ice. Ace had a bunch before he left for juniors.” She laughed, reaching out to steady herself with a hand on his shoulder.

  “You want to shave me, baby?” he asked, and one side of his mouth curled up when she nodded enthusiastically.

  Handing over the razor, he told her, “Putting my life in your hands. I don’t do this lightly.”

  “I accept the responsibility, my liege,” she teased, bowing over his hand as she took the razor from him.

  For the next twenty minutes, he was halfway between Heaven and Hell as she shaved him, her fingers touching and tugging his face, pulling and stretching his skin as she dragged the edge of the razor across it. Her face was so close to his that the urge to devour her mouth was nearly irresistible, especially when he felt the heat from her breath ghosting across his skin and him unable to move except at her silent request. Such a private act turning sensual, her touch tender and strong at the same time as she guided his head into the next desired position.

  The mirror gradually misted over as steam from the running shower filled the room. Without his reflection to distract him, he found himself focusing on her face, having to fight the urge to smile when he caught sight of her, tongue tucked into the corner of her mouth, held tight between white teeth as she concentrated. He closed his eyes, standing motionless as she wet her hands, running them over his face, feeling for any areas that might require additional attention. He felt her hands slowly still, palms cupping his cheeks, and he opened his eyes, finding her poised in front of him, lips only inches from his. Her gaze was intently fixed on his mouth, handle of the razor clenched between her thumb and palm, the metal heating as it pressed against his face.

  “Baby,” he whispered and saw her inhale sharply when his breath hit her lips.

  “Yeah?”

  “You done?” He spoke quietly, not wanting to break whatever this spell was.

  “Yeah,” she said.

  “You wanna give me back the razor?” Still speaking quietly, he watched a hectic color rising in her cheeks, knowing it for arousal. She wants me.

  “Okay,” she breathed, and he took the razor from her hand. Without looking away from her face, he folded it closed and laid it on the edge of the sink.

  “You wanna kiss me?” he asked, gaze locked on hers, broken only as her eyes slipped closed on a slow blink.

  “Yeah,” she whispered.

  “I’m all yours,” he said, reaching up to wrap his hands around both her wrists, slowly sliding that contact up her arms, past her elbows, and around her shoulders. Slipping his hands down her back, he splayed his fingers wide, suppressing a frown as he felt the bumps and impressions of her ribcage under his hands. Still too fucking skinny, he thought, making a mental note to ask Goose about that. He tugged gently, pulling her to him, closing the distance separating their mouths. “All yours, baby.”

  “Yeah,” she breathed and leaned in, her lips pressing lightly against his. It wasn’t their first kiss, but he knew this was the one that would lead into their future, knew she needed to feel secure, needed to be in control. He let her guide the way, following her example for the speed and passion of the kiss, slanting his head when she did, and then backing off, gently nibbling on her bottom lip as she tugged on his top one. Forearms leaning on his shoulders, she let her fingertips glide across the smooth skin of his scalp. She jerked when her questing tongue first touched his lips, surprising herself, and then groaned as he opened to her, letting her delve into his mouth, stroking back with his tongue when hers caressed his.

  When he gauged she would be wet and wanting more, he pulled back, controlling his response ruthlessly, dusting slow kisses across her lips and up to her nose. “Thanks for the shave, baby,” he said, taking a step backwards and turning away to unbutton his jeans. “And for the kiss.” Letting them drop to the floor, he made no effort to hide his arousal from her, reaching down to stroke his cock root to tip and back again, then gripped himself firmly around the base, squeezing tight as he let out a little huff of air. “My shower time,” he explained, moving back towards where she stood still on the toilet seat.

  He reached out and gripped her waist, pulling her in for a brief, soft lip touch before lifting her and setting her down on the floor. Not content to allow their contact to break, he followed her down to kiss her again, smiling as she rose on her toes to meet his mouth. His cock jumped, pressing against her stomach, and she groaned into his mouth.

  Lifting his head, he looked down at her face, flushed with arousal, her eyes darkening with desire. “Want you, baby.”

  She took a breath at his words, shivering under his hands clasped loosely around her waist. She nodded and her mouth parted, the tip of her pink tongue sliding across her bottom lip. Hesitantly, she said, “I saw Goose today.” He nodded, and after a moment, she drew in a deep breath and continued, “He told me I get a go-pass in recovery. No more stitches anywhere, and he said I’m healed enough if I…if we were ready.”

  He slowly shook his head back and forth once, watching as her chin came up; a fierce look on her face, lips gripped between her teeth, she looked prepared to argue. My woman, fucking spitfire. He said, “Don’t do that, Sharon. Don’t get mad at me. You have to know I’m ready to have you. But, baby, ain’t gonna take you standing the first time. I’m gonna want to go slow, enjoy the ride. I won’t get a second first time, and I want it to be good for both of us. Building our memories, yeah?” He stepped back, opening the shower door, moving it out of the way. “Won’t say no to some wet and slippery company, but until I fuck you in my bed, we leave things as they’ve been these past weeks. Your hands anywhere you have an itch to explore, my hands and mouth everywhere except on that pussy of mine.”

  She nodded and stepped forward, fingers eagerly working at the waistband of her jeans as she unfastened then pushed them down, stepping out of her pants and panties, pulling her peasant blouse over her head, baring her body to him. He reached out and wrapped one hand around the curve of her naked hip, savoring the skin-on-skin as he pulled her into the shower, under the streaming water, watching as she tipped her head back to wet her hair, steadying herself by resting one palm on his forearm.

  Leaning back against the tile wall, he cupped his balls with one hand, tugging firmly on his sac, feeling the head of his cock mushroom larger, the ridge growing more pronounced as his arousal intensified from watching her. Eyes closed, unaware of his scrutiny, she leaned backwards into the water. Lifting both hands now, working deft fingers through the length of her hair. The movement caused her titties to arch up and his gaze tracked down, seeing her nipples soft and smooth on the peaks of her breasts, water sluicing down her body, funneling between her legs and over her pussy. Fuck, he thought with what had become a constant sense of amazement, my woman.

  As if she could feel the weight of his gaze, she opened her eyes, stepping out from under the water and grabbing her shampoo from the shelf. Eyes half-hooded, she watched him slowly stroke himself as she raised soap-filled hands to her hair, exposure to the cool air causing her nipples to pucker and harden. His hands moved up and down his shaft, pulling and tugging his foreskin over the end of his cock, drawing his palm back to reveal the dark purple head repeatedly. His pulse pounded in his shaft, balls tightening and drawing up against his body as his cock bounced and throbbed.

  He waited until she finished washing her hair to reach out, bringing her towards him, laughing along with her when his cock refused to slide to one side until she tw
isted, putting her belly against his hip. Leaning down, he slipped his lips across hers, groaning when she opened naturally for him. He felt her hands on his cock and stilled, closing his eyes to focus on the sensation she was drawing from him, her fingernails scoring the soft underside. He muttered, “Goddamn, baby,” when she gripped him firmly, water from the shower making his skin slippery.

  Her mouth was on him before he realized what she meant to do, and he threw his head back against the wall. Stifling his groans with gritted teeth for a moment, he bent double, drawing her face away from him, cupping her chin in one hand as he reached past her to turn off the water. “Babe,” he said hoarsely, picking her up with one arm around her waist, “I want to touch you, baby.” He felt her legs wrap around him, and then the tip of his cock was bumping against her ass and pussy as he walked to the bed, reaching down to knock the covers and pillows onto the floor.

  He laid her back on the mattress and knelt between her thighs. Propping himself up on one arm, he teased her opening with his fingers, finding her wet and ready as he dipped inside and withdrew, searching her face for any indication of discomfort. Seeing none, he sat back, drawing his hands smoothly down her body, sweeping the beads of water off her skin, leaving only little waves of shivers and goose bumps behind.

  “Babe, gonna love on you,” he said, watching his hands, fascinated to see his fingers touching her, stroking her skin, and he leaned in to kiss her softly as he settled his length beside her. “Gotta touch you. My first touch. You’re gonna have to tell me if it’s too much.” Nudging her chin with his face, he smiled as she shifted and exposed her neck, reveling in the sighs and moans she gave when he licked the water droplets there, softly kissing her throat, nibbling gently with his teeth. “Gotta have my hands on you. Need you.”

  He reached out, trailing his fingertips up the inside of her thigh, cupping her mound with his palm, groaning when his fingers again found the wetness between her legs. “Need this, babe. Need you.” Dropping kisses down the slope of her chest, he sucked a nipple into his mouth while his fingers slipped and slid between her folds, circling and teasing her clit, aware and focused on her responses. “My fucking pussy,” he murmured. When he found a spot or movement that drew a sound from her, he repeated it, as he did by nibbling on her breast and drawing in a sharp breath, pulling air across her wet nipple and feeling it harden against his lips. She seemed to crave sensation, his hands, his teeth, his mouth—the more he touched and kissed and stroked her, the hotter she blazed for him. “Fuck yeah, you like that. Show me, babe.”

  Her hips slowly moved in small side-to-side circles, and he ground his palm against her, pushing his thick middle finger deep inside, advancing slowly but confidently, feeling coolness from the little spurt of air against the top of his head that matched her quickened breathing. He watched the muscles of her abdomen bunching and tightening, rubbing his face against her to hide his smile as her arousal visibly played out across her entire body. “Love watching you…so fucking beautiful.”

  She arched up against his hand, and he let her fuck herself on his fingers for a moment, his thumb grazing across her clit with every pump of her hips. Then, suddenly, he knew she was there, her pussy tightening on his finger, and she gasped as he pushed a second finger inside, stretching her and thrusting deep, dragging across her front wall with every plunge, and drawing out her orgasm relentlessly. “Oh, baby, come for me. Just like that, babe.”

  He gently bit down on the side of her breast when he felt her breathing beginning to even out, and worked to pull her back up the wave. Driving her onwards with his hands and mouth, he smiled, lips curving against her skin when she said his name softly, gasping, “Gunny.”

  He moved up, capturing her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, tongues stroking against each other in a frantic effort to communicate the passion and arousal they shared. “Want to be inside you. Need you, baby.” He rolled to his back, reaching to the nightstand and pulling out a condom. Rolling it on quickly, he moved and lay between her thighs. Before she could say anything, he reached between them, using the head of his hard cock to hammer on her clit several times before slipping it down and stilling, poised outside her entrance.

  He looked into her face, their gaze locking, and he said, “Need to know you’ll be honest, baby. Tell me if I hurt you.” She made an impatient noise and arched her hips up, but he moved away. “Ain’t fucking around here, Sharon. I know I’m a big motherfucker. I have to believe you’ll tell me, or this stops here, even if it kills me.”

  “Yes,” she breathed, “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

  “Okay. I’m gonna try to go slow, babe. Want this first time. My first with you. God, I wanna fuck you hard, hear my name from your mouth again…but gonna try—need you.“ With a groan, he slipped inside her by a couple inches, and stilled, teeth clenched and breathing through his nose when she froze underneath him. “Baby?”

  The one-word question was scarcely out of his mouth before she was arching up into him, saying, “It’s good, okay? Please.”

  He pressed farther inside, gliding slowly but steadily into her pussy, gritting his teeth, because she was so fucking tight…she felt so fucking good stretching around him it nearly stole his wits. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, he felt his pelvic bone press firmly on her clit, thinking he was as deep as he could go, and then she shifted her legs up on his hips. With a rumbling groan, he found the room to drive a little deeper. Seated inside her like that, he stopped in place, his muscles jerking as he fought the urge to take her hard, fuck her like he wanted, pull her onto his cock and feel his balls slapping her ass. Take her slow, drink from her mouth with long kisses…fuck her until they were both sated and exhausted, worn-out from rough sex and sweet loving. He wanted everything.

  “Fuck,” he ground out, needing to move…to feel her sliding on him, wanting her satin wrapped around his hard-on, and he allowed himself two fast, reckless strokes, then slowly pushed deep, burying himself inside her again. “Babe, stop it,” he gritted in response to her pussy tightening and relaxing around him, opening his eyes when she laughed.

  “Gunny, you’re not going to hurt me. Just love me already,” she teased, tilting her head up to look him in the face. His body engulfed hers and he rounded his shoulders, bringing his face down for another hard, hungry kiss. She moaned into his mouth as he moved and lifted her hips, bringing her pussy up to meet every slow, downward thrust of his cock.

  “Oh, yeah. Fuck me back, baby. Like it when you move like that.” This was muttered against the skin of her shoulder, his teeth dragging back and forth across the taut muscle where her neck joined her body. He buried his face into that crook, feeling sweat breaking out across his back and ass. He shifted his knees a little wider, forcing her legs apart even more, and it felt like he plunged even deeper with every hard thrust. “You feel so good.” He kissed her skin, trailing his tongue along her neck. “Taste so fucking good.”

  Her hands were on his neck and head, holding tightly to him. “Wanna wrap yourself around me, baby? Touch me? Fuck, I want your hands on me,” he growled, then roared wordlessly when she gripped his ass tightly and her fingernails dug in, pulling him into her. “Fuck yeah, like that,” he gritted, thrusting faster.

  “You like ass-play, baby? Little gentle push and pull?” he asked, and when she gasped, “Yes,” he adjusted again, sliding one hand down and between them. He pulled his cock out to plunge his fingers inside her, thrusting back in quickly as he moved the hand around her thigh, pulling her leg up and teasing down between her ass cheeks with a brush of his knuckles. With his slippery fingers, he played with the taut pucker there, pressing then circling, retreating several times before finally dipping a fingertip into her anus. He pushed past the ring of muscles and groaned as her pussy clamped down on him in reaction. “Fuck yeah, you like that. Like ass-play,” he said, pushing his finger deeper, going to the second knuckle and holding there for a moment, then thrusting in and out in counterpoint wit
h his cock in her pussy. “Little push and pull, fuck yeah.

  “Goddamn. You’re fucking tight everywhere, baby.” He groaned against the side of her head, feeling how the sweat made their bellies slippery as they slapped together. “Baby,” he said, “talk to me. Tell me what you want.” He could feel his cock moving inside her against his finger in her ass, and suddenly wanted his mouth on her, but goddamn fucking condoms tasted terrible, so he would have to wait for that first time until… Fuck, he thought, as she tightened around his cock and finger.

  “You coming again, baby? Talk to me,” he demanded, plunging into her hard.

  “Yeah…coming,” she breathed, pressing her ass back against his hand, forcing his finger deeper. “That’s good, Gunny. So…good,” she said, groaning again, shuddering, pressing her head into the mattress, and he bit down on her neck, pulling his name from her on another deep moan. “Gunny.”

  Hearing her voice, the sound of his name rolling off her tongue brought him to the brink, and then two more hard, deep thrusts took him over. He roared again, coming for a long time, his head thrown back, cock pressed deep inside her, feeling the heat from their combined orgasms surround him. Gasping, breathing raggedly, he moved against her, slowly and carefully slipping his finger out of her ass, sliding his hand between them and stroking her softly as he withdrew.

  Lying on his side, he let his latex-covered cock rest against her belly, telling himself he would get up in a minute and take care of it, get her a cloth. Stirring himself, he dragged a heavy arm up her torso, cupping her breast in his hand. Still breathing deeply, he pressed his lips against the side of her head, bending his knee, resting his thigh across her legs, pinning her into place beside him.