by Tara Oakes
In the past, she’s told me she hates when I do this because it makes her feel like a child. I’ve known Mace most of her life, and I used to do it to her then, too. I’ve never cared to stop. “Now take it off.”
As I walk around her and start to remove my tuxedo jacket and tie, I look up to find Mace hasn’t budged.
“What?”
She levels me with a challenging glare. I’m used to these, so I stand here, waiting for her to start in on me. “You haven’t seen me for a week. I got all dressed up in this, for you, and now you won’t even pay it any attention!”
“Not paying attention?” I repeat her question while undoing my cufflinks, then the buttons on my shirt. She watches every move I make, waiting for my response. “Babe, take the fuckin’ thing off.”
Mace’s mask of petulance falls when her eyes scan my body as I bend to remove my pants. Her mouth draws open and her chest moves up, only once, as she stalls her breath.
“You didn’t …” she starts as she stares at my ribcage; the side left without ink before Hem and I went to visit another club for business this week. We stopped on the way home and I had something done I’d been thinking about doing for a few years now.
Walking closer, Mace turns my body in the direction of the dim light outside the window. Her warm hands grasp my waist as she uses her small body to maneuver my large one enough so she can study it. When she leans down to take a closer look, I hear the hitch in her breath. My hand reaches out and grabs her hair, clenching it tightly in my grasp. I’m staring at her in the mirror of my old dresser, and the reflection of us together slows my breathing.
“Shame,” she says, rubbing her fingers up and down, outlining the new tattoo. “It’s beautiful. Is that—?”
Knowing my girl like I do, if I allow her to get caught up in her emotions, I’ll lose the chance to fuck her right now… here, in this room. The same room she gave herself to me for the first time all those years ago. Mace has become accustom to my ways, but she also knows if I see a tear fall from her beautiful face, I’m fucked.
“On your knees,” I whisper carefully, pushing on her shoulder to get her to the floor.
She adjusts herself before looking up and stares at the tattoo again. The names, scrolled through a vast array of arrows and blades, are obviously familiar. It’s those of the people who’ve come to mean the most to each of us; some still alive, some already gone.
Mace’s mother, Lynda, the one person who sheltered me when I needed protection from my own parents.
Mace’s father, Doc, who took me in as an unruly teenager and taught me many lessons on how to become a man.
Our children, each name held within their own blade, outline the two no longer here. I thought it was a way for them to protect the memories of those lost to us forever.
Sadey and Hem’s names are branded at each end.
Looking up, her eyes swelling with tears, Mace whispers, “I love you.”
“And I love you,” I reply tersely, still trying to keep her mind on tonight.
I catch the tear from her cheek before it falls, and it pulls her from her thoughts. Finally, she lowers her head to my cock, wrapping her mouth around it and sucking it hard. There’s no preamble—no foreplay or introduction—just her urgency to taste me.
Just the way we’ve always been.
My hand reaches to the crown of her head and I thrust my hips gently at first, giving her time to relax the back of her throat, then I give her the rest of it. My head lifts towards the ceiling as I continue stroking her hair, cheek, and neck, urging her without words to pick up the pace.
Before Mace has a chance to sucker me into giving her what she thinks she’ll take, which is my cum down her throat, I pull her head back. My cock drops from her mouth and her lips shine with what she’s done. She bites down on her bottom lip, thinking she’s won something she hasn’t.
“Stand up,” I demand. She does what I ask without having to be told again. Her obedience is rewarded as I start to push her chest in the direction of the bed. My first two fingers push into her mouth. “Wet these,” I instruct.
Unfortunately, for me, she does this with enthusiasm and in reaction, I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her lapping them with the flat of her tongue. Once I pull from my own thoughts and look down at her, she’s smiling around my fingers.
“You got somethin’ to say?” I don’t wait for an answer. “Lay back.”
“Shame, are you going to snip at me the whole time?”
“I don’t know, Mace. Is it necessary?” I return. “Lay back.”
After hearing her mumble under her breath about me being so bossy, I move to lay beside her, but refuse to touch her body. My finger dips in her mouth again and I bare my teeth briefly as she bites down.
“Don’t,” I clench out, half-pissed and fully hard.
My fingers move the material of her gown, finding the piercing on her clit. It’s the same piercing she had done for me before we were married. I didn’t love that she’d got it done because she’d done it when I wasn’t around, but I missed it when she had it removed to give birth to our children and after; at least until she put it back on.
After gaining her full attention by stroking it gently, I lean down to whisper in her ear while her face is aimed at the ceiling, her eyes closed. “What you’re wearing makes me want to fuckin’ ruin you, Mace.” I bite her earlobe as hard as she bit my finger and repeat the act for good measure. “Ruin you.”
“Shame,” she gasps, moving her hand to clutch the wrist of the hand I have working her hard.
“Ride it, baby. Ride it hard.”
Her hips move back and forth as my hand stays in place. I push another finger inside and let my palm put pressure on her clit.
“Shame,” she says again.
“Louder, Mace. I wanna hear how much you’ve fuckin’ missed me.”
Her fingernails dig deep, piercing my wrist, causing my cock to harden further. I thrust it against the side of her body, letting her feel what she’s doing to me.
Her moans of near release are stifled when my mouth covers hers and I release her from my hold. “You ready to be fucked now?”
“About time,” she retorts. “If you’re ready. Are you?”
“You’re fuckin’ with me,” I call her out.
Mace has baited my ass with bullshit all her life. My younger days were spent walking into to her traps. However, as we’ve grown older, her playtime is usually cut short if I’m not in the mood for games. And tonight, I’m sure as fuck not up to serve as her entertainment.
“I’m ready to be fucked hard, Shame,” she replies, now serious.
Figuring I’ve won, I climb over her body. Mace wraps her legs around mine as I take her wrists and pin them over her head. “Fuck yeah, baby,” I breathe, sliding into her fast, hard, and deep.
Reaching her head up, she licks my neck before biting down. I feel my skin pull as she cuts into it roughly.
“Work my cock,” I hiss. “Hand to clit, baby. Let me watch.”
Her hand moves between us as I continue thrusting in and out of her. “I’ve missed you,” she exhales, using her fingers to manipulate herself into release.
“Grasp me, Mace. Let me feel you. Let me hear you. Let me have you.”
“Always,” she cries out as her back bucks off the bed and she lets out a feral moan of satisfaction.
It’s then I still myself inside her. The connection is always ever-present.
“Why are you stopping? You’re not—”
“Fuck. I love you, Mace.”
Her smile is small, but there, and her whisper is sincere. “I love you, Shame.”
For the next hour, my demands are held at bay and my orders are left unsaid. Instead, I make love to Mace as though I’m here, in this room with her, like it’s our very first time.
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Madison
As Serena pulled her car into my driveway, I looked at her and said, “Thanks for the last two days, I needed them.” We’d spent the last two days at Surfers Paradise having girl time, and as much as I missed J, it had been good to get away and just chill.
She gave me a smile. “Anytime, chica.”
“We should do it more often.” I undid my seatbelt and grabbed my handbag off the floor.
She raised her brows. “I’m not sure your hubby will be up for that. Especially not while he’s desperately trying to get you pregnant.”
“Oh, God…don’t remind me.” I laughed. “I wish he would just let that go. He promised he’d leave me alone for three months, and it’s only been just over a month.”
Serena laughed and then jerked her chin towards the front door of my house. “Looks like he’s ready to get going again.”
I turned to find J standing in the doorway. His intense gaze met mine and I smiled. He didn’t return my smile, but rather settled his shoulder against the doorjamb and folded his arms across his chest as he continued to watch me.
Opening the car door, I gave Serena one last look. “Some days I wished you still lived here because then I’d have an excuse not to have sex.”
Her eyes widened as if she struggled to believe what I’d said. “You’re kidding, right? I mean, for one, you would never knock back sex even if J had an ulterior motive, and two, nothing would stop him from trying to get in your pants, not even me living in the same house.”
I grinned. “You’re right.”
Nodding, she flicked her hands at me in a get-out-of-here motion. “Go. I don’t want to be the one to keep J from his woman.”
“You two have come a long way since you first met.”
“Yeah, we have a mutual understanding – I put up with his caveman ways and he lets me have you all to myself sometimes.”
I smiled because I knew deep down she and J respected each other now. They might have been untrusting to begin with, but that had all changed when Serena had realised how much he loved me.
Stepping out of the car, I promised, “I’ll ring you tomorrow. We need to organise a coffee catch up with the girls.”
“Talk to you then,” she said. I grabbed my overnight bag from the back seat and then watched as she drove away.
When I made it to where J waited for me, he uncrossed his arms, pushed off from the door, and took my bag from me. “Serena in a hurry to get somewhere? She’s driving like a maniac.”
Standing on my tiptoes, I brushed a kiss across his lips. “She always drives like a maniac, you know that.”
His hand landed on my ass and he pulled me back to him for another kiss. A deeper, longer kiss. When he finally let me go, he said, “Yeah, but she seems worse today.”
“She’s got a date tonight.”
His hand moved off my ass and took hold of one of my hands. Leading me inside, he headed straight to our bedroom and dumped my bag on the floor. He then turned and pulled me to him. “I fucking missed you, babe.”
I ran my hands up his chest and looped them around his neck so I could pull his face down to mine. “I missed you, too,” I admitted before kissing him again.
His hands moved to undo the button on my shorts and a moment later his hand slid into my panties and over my pussy. He ran a finger through my wetness and groaned into my mouth before growling, “I need to be inside you. It’s all I’ve thought about for the last two days.”
I gripped his neck harder, my fingers digging in to his skin. “I’ve been thinking non-stop about your cock in my mouth,” I said as my breathing picked up. His need had lit my entire body with desire and I was almost panting for him.
Heat flared in his eyes and he removed his hand from my panties. Undoing his jeans, he said, “You get what you want first and then it’s my turn. And Madison?”
I didn’t take my eyes off his. “Yes?”
As he pulled his cock out, he said, “It’s gonna be a long night, baby, and I’m not going easy on you. You wanna go away for two nights, you gotta expect me to be so fucking hard for you that it’s gonna take all night to work that need out of my system.”
I sucked in a breath as my own need coiled its way through my body. My eyes held his and I loved what I saw there. It didn’t matter how many times he had me, my husband always needed more, and I’d never get enough of him either.
Dropping to my knees, I took hold of him and stroked his length a few times before running my tongue along his cock. When I finally took him in my mouth, his hand landed on my head and he hissed as he pushed himself further into my mouth.
I sucked him and swirled my tongue over him while I took hold of his balls and massaged them. My other hand moved to his ass – God how I loved J’s ass.
“Fuck…” his voice trailed off as I continued to work him towards his release.
His love for this turned me on more than I already was. As much as I loved giving him a blowjob, tonight I was way past ready to have him fuck me, so I picked up the pace in an attempt to get him off faster.
I sucked harder, taking him deeper into my mouth, and when his hand grasped a handful of my hair and he groaned, I knew he was close. He surprised me when he pulled out of my mouth and reached his hands down under my arms to pull me up.
His eyes were wild as he yanked my shorts and panties down, and then pulled my t-shirt over my head and removed my bra. At the same time, I lifted his tee over his head and dropped it onto the floor before pulling his jeans down. J hardly ever wore underwear and today was no different.
I looked up into his eyes. “Why didn’t you let me finish you off?” He loved to come in my mouth so I’d been surprised when he stopped me mid-blowjob.
“I couldn’t wait any longer. I need your pussy.” He pulled me close and spun me around so my back was to his front. Pushing my hair to the side, he bent his mouth to my shoulder and kissed me there. His arms came around me and while one hand went to my breast, the other moved to my pussy. I dropped my head back and rested it against him when he pushed a finger inside me.
“Feel good?” His warm breath on me caused my skin to pebble with goose bumps.
“Feels so good…don’t stop.” The pleasure he was giving me had taken over my mind to the point where my thoughts were so scrambled I had trouble stringing sentences together. J never failed to deliver bliss. His touch was like a needle shooting what I craved straight to my veins.
He pushed another finger inside and continued his slow, rhythmic strokes while his thumb circled my clit. And from behind, he ground his cock against my ass.
I’m going to die and go to heaven.
My legs wobbled underneath me as every inch of my body came alive, and I moaned as the pleasure built to ecstasy levels.
Soon.
I’m going to come soon.
“How far off are you, baby?” J asked, his voice low and husky.
I had practically collapsed back against him and as the first flashes of brilliant light shot through my mind, I let myself go completely. “Now…” That was all I got out before my orgasm hit.
Oh, God.
Yes.
His fingers didn’t let up; he kept stroking until the moment he growled, “Fuck, you’re dripping.”
He pulled his fingers out and walked me forward to the bedside table where he placed my hands on it. “Hold tight,” he directed before placing his hands under my waist and lifting my legs up off the ground. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
I did as he said, and a moment later, he thrust inside me. I’d hardly recovered from my first orgasm and he was about to give me another one.
Holy fuck.
“Jesus, Madison, two days without you is too fucking long,” he rasped in between thrusts. I had to agree with him, but coming home to this was almost worth it.
My hands gripped the bedside table and my legs clung to him as he fucked me. His thrusts grew hard
er and faster as he chased his orgasm. His fingers dug into me, but I hardly paid any attention to them – the only thing touching the edge of my consciousness was the intense pleasure pulsing through my body. J had tipped me over the edge again, and as I came, I dropped my head down and tried like hell to keep my legs wrapped around him. My limbs had grown weak but I managed to hold on while he came.
“Fuck!” he roared as he slammed into me one last time and then stilled.
When he was finished, he pressed a kiss to my neck before pulling out and letting me go. My feet hit the floor and I almost collapsed, but J caught me and lifted me before carrying me to the bed.
Once he had me settled there, he positioned himself next to me and placed his arms around my shoulders as he pulled me close. I rested my head on his chest and curled into him. Tiredness threatened to claim me, but I did my best to fight it. I wanted to spend this time with J, and reconnect after two days apart.
Shifting so I could look up at him, I said, “Maybe I should go away more often if that’s how you’ll fuck me when I come home.”
He scowled. “Madison, if that’s how you want me to fuck you, I can do that every day. There’s no need to go away just to get that.”
I smiled and pushed up off the bed so I could go to the toilet. “Be back in a minute,” I said and left him.
When I came back to the bed, I took in the tiredness that lined his face, and concern filled me. “Has work gotten worse?” The club was under a lot of pressure at the moment with a new drug dealer in town giving them hell, and I worried every day for J’s safety. Actually, I worried for every member’s safety.
He frowned. “No, nothing has changed. I don’t want you to worry, okay?”
I positioned myself next to him on my stomach and draped my arm across his chest. “Of course I’m going to worry, J. You guys are out there every day dealing with that asshole. Until he’s sorted out, I’ll keep worrying because losing you would kill me.”
He took hold of my hand and changed the subject – probably to distract me, but also because this was a subject he always wanted to talk about. “It’s time you agreed to a baby.” His intense gaze met mine and I knew we were headed into dangerous territory. J’s desire for children right now clashed with my desire to wait at least six to twelve months. We’d only been married for just under a year and I wanted more time alone with him before bringing a child into our relationship. J, on the other hand, was a stubborn bastard and had been doing everything to convince me to have a baby now.
