by Gemma Weir
Lost in him, I reach back and wrap my arm around his neck. My eyes drift closed as his touch and the ethereal pulse of the music hypnotise me. His fingers edge under my dress and slowly climb up my leg. He brushes against the fabric of my panties; my breath hitches and a small moan escapes me.
His finger slides under the damp fabric and easily pushes inside my wet pussy. The music disguises the noise of my pleasure, gasps and moans lost in the pulse of the song. He grinds against my arse as we dance with his finger buried deep inside of me, curling up, pressing on my sensitive flesh.
“Did you enjoy teasing me, Livvy?” His voice, smooth as whiskey, growls in my ear, his thumb rotating against my clit. “Shall I tease you now, sugar?”
I shudder, his words affecting me. “No, I need you.” A second finger slides inside me. “Ahhhh,” I moan. Desire pools in my stomach, and my hips unconsciously circle into his hard cock. He laughs, the sound drowned by the music, but I feel it vibrating through his chest. “Please,” I beg, my voice wanton and desperate.
“That’s it, sugar. Let me hear you. This body belongs to me,” he growls and his fingers slide deeper, stretching me deliciously.
“Echo,” I cry. I’m so close my body tenses, and I fight to tamp down the orgasm that’s threatening to explode.
“Come for me. No one but me can hear you.” His thumb presses down on my clit, and I detonate, biting my lip so I don’t scream. I shake, my knees go weak, and I cling to Echo, his lips nuzzling and kissing my neck.
Eyes closed, I collapse against his chest with my legs wobbly and my skin still tingling. Echo bends, scooping me into his arms, and walks us straight out of the clubhouse and back to the truck. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I breathe deeply and inhale his uniquely Echo scent. He opens the door and places me on the seat before climbing in. Needy, I climb straight back into his lap, desperate to be close to him. Warm lips touch my temple, and we leave the madness of the clubhouse in a cloud of dust.
The journey home flashes by in a series of touches. His hands and lips caressing, stroking, and pinching. My mind a jumbled mix of sensation with only one clear thought.
Echo.
He places me down on the floor once we reach our bedroom, lifts my arms into the air, and pulls my dress over my head, dropping it to the floor. My bra and panties are ripped from me, and I’m naked, waiting.
He quickly discards his clothes. Then I’m lifted in the air, and his lips find mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, and we devour each other. He carries me to the bed, and my back touches the cool sheets. His eyes swim with desire, and I shudder in anticipation. Quickly crawling down my body, he hovers over my pussy, so close I can feel his warm breath on my skin.
He pauses. Our eyes meet, silently staring. The tension buzzes and crackles in the air. “I want to memorize this moment, Livvy, the way you look. So fucking desperate, so fucking perfect.”
He releases my gaze, and his eyes drop. He peppers reverent kisses on my thighs and mound, slowly working towards my clit and pussy. His breath warms my skin, and I shudder in anticipation. The seconds that pass feel like hours till his tongue strokes along my fevered flesh.
“Oh God,” I cry.
His movements are lazy, licking my clit then lapping the full length of my pussy, only for his tongue to dip inside of me a moment later. His actions aren’t intended to make me come, more to build up my pleasure, driving me insane with need. I want to touch him. My hands find his hair, desperate fingers entwining in the strands and pulling frantically.
“What do you need, sugar?” he asks.
I try to pull him closer to me. “You. I need you. I want to touch you. Please.”
He crawls up my body, and my frantic hands rake his back, trailing a path over his spine and shoulders. I push one hand between us and grasp his hard, eager cock, sliding my hand up and down his length. His skin’s warm and velvety smooth; drops of cum create a wetness my thumb collects as I move up and down.
He stands abruptly, and my hands are left empty. He reaches for me; I take his outstretched palm, and he pulls me to my feet. Echo sinks back down to the bed, his feet flat on the floor. His hand strokes up and down his cock, once, twice, before he beckons me. “Come here.”
Cautiously, I go to him and hover between his legs. Strong fingers spread across my hips, guiding me to turn around and sit in his lap, my back to his front. I look up, and my reflection stares back at me from the mirror.
Echo’s eyes lock with mine, and we watch ourselves in the glass. “Don’t look away. I want you to watch while I touch you.”
He curls his ankles underneath my calves and slowly spreads his legs. I stare into the mirror as my pussy’s slowly revealed, my legs supported by his. “Watch,” he orders.
His hands slide along my skin, goosebumps following his path. His tattooed fingers cover my breasts, his colourful skin contrasting with my paler flesh, the erotic scene playing out in our reflection. Pinching my nipples, he rolls the sensitive peaks between his fingertips. Unable to help myself, I let my eyes drop from the mirror, drawn to where his skin touches mine.
He stops.
“Gahh,” I cry, and arching my back, I try to push into his touch, but his fingers cuff my neck and squeeze lightly.
“Watch,” he says. The single word a demand that I’m helpless to deny.
I lift my chin and find his eyes in the mirror again. Watching him touch me heightens each sensation, and I flinch as he rolls and pinches my nipples between his fingertips. The pain morphs into a burning ache, and my nipples tingle in pleasure. His hands trail over my ribs and dip between my legs.
He moves his knees, widening our legs until I’m completely on display. Fingers run up and down my pussy, spreading my dripping arousal and teasing my swollen flesh. My breath catches in my throat. His eyes are focussed on me as he watches me watch myself. Our eyes clash, lust and passion sparking till his eyes dip, and I follow his gaze in time to see him push two fingers deep inside of me.
Spreading my folds, he displays my pulsing clit; his fingers rub and squeeze the sensitive bud. I arch my back, purring and mewling, consumed with sensation. “That’s it, Livvy, watch me make you come. I wanna hear it, sugar. I wanna hear you scream for me.” He buries a third finger into my tightness; my muscles clench onto him. An orgasm rises quickly as his fingertips roll my clit, pinching. My muscles tense, and arching off his lap, I climax, screaming his name.
Echo’s hands rest lazily on my legs, his damp fingers absentmindedly drawing patterns on my skin. I slowly open my eyes; our gazes meet in the mirror and the heat between us surges.
“You’re mine; nothing else could ever be enough,” Echo whispers.
He wraps an arm around my stomach and guides his hard cock into me. We both watch the mirror, and the erotic reflection as his cock disappears inside me. Echo takes control, sliding my body up and down his length; my inner muscles tighten and grip him, pulling us both over the edge. We come together, joined as one.
I never wanted a woman until her.
I never needed a woman until her.
She’s fucking perfect.
She’s mine.
Our eyes meet; I’m still buried deep inside her, connected.
Words I’ve never said to a woman before, words that need to be said, flash through my mind.
I’ve never wanted to say them till now.
I’ve never needed to say them till now.
“Olivia.” Turning her to face me, I wait until she’s focussed. “I love you.”
My heart pounds, and my ears buzz, white noise consuming me.
I hear his voice, his words, and everything stops.
“I love you,” he says.
Do I deny the way I feel? This might not be forever, but right now, in this moment, it’s perfect. And really, how many truly perfect moments do we get?
This could all blow up in my face tomorrow, but I don’t have to lie to myself now. If I only get to keep this feeling for a fleeting moment, then it’ll be worth all
the heartache I have to suffer for it.
So I fall and let fate catch me; after all, that fickle bitch obviously has plans for us.
“I love you, too.”
We fall asleep entwined together, and hours later, light floods through the windows, warming the room. My eyes drift open and reality overtakes my surreal dreamland. I’m unsure of the time, but its feels early. The world’s silent except for the sound of the birds serenading the dawn. The reassuring thud of Echo’s heart beats beneath my head, and his heavy arms are wrapped around me. Happiness and contentment wash over me. Smiling to myself, I burrow deeper into Echo’s chest, closing my eyes and allowing sleep to drag me under again.
Gentle kisses pepper my neck and cool air wafts over my skin, urging me to open my eyes. “I love you,” Echo whispers.
I wasn’t looking for him. I came here to escape the monotony of my real life. Instead, I got something I had no idea I even needed.
Echo.
I feel his fingers drawing patterns on my skin, willing me to wake up. I’m happy. I’ve been stumbling through life from one day to the next, just trying to make the best of things.
But then something or someone will come along and shatter the illusion, making you realise that simply making the best of things is not the best you could be doing with your life. Sometimes you’ll be lucky enough to find someone who makes the highs higher and lows easier, and that’s what I’ve found.
I open my eyes and stare at the man who has me ruminating on all the great questions in life. In our bubble, in his home, in his bed is the happiest I’ve been in my adult life, and I want to hold fast to this feeling for as long as I can. “I love you,” I say.
His eyes light up at my words. “I love you too, sugar.”
Echo claims my mouth, his kiss saying a thousand different things. His lips are possessive and loving, dominant and gentle, claiming me again and again with every touch. And I bask in it, matching his intensity kiss for kiss. An instant later, we go from loving to desperate.
My phone alarm beeps, shattering the intensity, and we both groan in frustration. “Echo, I’ve got to get ready for work,” I say.
He rolls on top of me, his arms resting on either side of my head, and he pouts. “Don’t go today.”
I laugh. “I have to go. Now let me up please.”
His eyes glint playfully, his teeth scraping and nibbling at my nipples. The bite of pain sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I close my eyes briefly, basking in the sensation. Forcing them open, I push against his chest. “Echo, I need to shower, I’m walking like John Wayne, and I smell like sex.”
A growl comes from deep in his chest, and his lips claim mine possessively. “I want you to smell like me, that way everyone’ll know your mine,” he says.
I turn away from his dangerous mouth and giggle. “Yeah, or I’ll just make everyone horny and thinking about sex.”
Dramatically, he pushes off me and flops onto his back, his hands covering his face. “Fuck, sugar, now I don’t want you anywhere near any of them drunken idiots.” He hauls me off the bed and carries me straight into the bathroom, placing me on the counter while he turns to run the shower.
I watch him move. Completely naked, his muscles ripple and contract as he reaches for the dials and starts the shower. His toned shoulders begin a path down his spine to his toned arse. Tight, firm, and round, he’s so perfect I refuse to look away. “Like what you see, Livvy?”
Caught, I look up, giggling, and nod. “I do, your arse is perfect.”
His chuckle is deep and so incredibly sexy that I shudder. Shaking his head, he reaches for me, pulling me off the counter and slapping my arse before guiding me into the shower. He follows me in and watches me as I stand under the deluge of water, rubbing shampoo into my hair and cleaning my skin. I turn around and drop my head back so the hot water can wash the suds from my hair.
Hands wrap around my waist. “Now you’re nice and clean, let’s dirty you up a bit,” he growls into my ear. I turn my head, and our lips meet in a hard kiss. His hand slides down my body to stroke my clit.
“Ahhhh,” I moan. My knees buckle, and I put my hands out to brace against the cool tile.
“That’s it, sugar, bend right over and keep those hands on the wall,” he growls. His kisses move down my neck, and with one hand resting on my shoulder, he uses the other to guide his cock deep inside of me.
“Oh, God,” I cry.
Echo pulls back his hips and plunges forward, hitting the bundle of nerves deep inside me. Hard and fast, his movements are frantic and race us both towards completion. Pressure builds from my pussy, flowing outwards through my body.
“God, I’m so close. Oh God, I’m going to come.” I shiver, the intensity of my coming orgasm pulsing through me.
“Together, Livvy, let me hear you,” he snarls, roughly ploughing into my pussy; two, three thrusts, and we come together, shuddering and moaning in unison.
Echo pulls out, turning to lift me into his arms and carry me into the bedroom. Dressing quickly, I fight the need to go to him and lose myself again. Instead, he reaches for my hand and leads me to the kitchen. I’m lifted onto the granite counter, and he heads to the fridge, pulling out two bottles of water and handing one to me.
My eyes fall to the brand new oven, still covered in the plastic wrap. “Are you ever planning on using this cooker?” I ask. I jump down from the counter and run my hand across the oven, my mouth watering at the thought of the breakfast we could cook.
Echo smiles. “Feel free. I don’t have a fucking clue how you even turn the damn thing on. The saleswoman told me it was the best available, so I bought it, but I eat at the club, so I’ve never had any use for it.”
I laugh excitedly and rip at the plastic, freeing the oven and searching for the switch to heat it up. “Do you have any food?” I ask.
Sheepishly, he shakes his head. “Fuck, sugar, I don’t keep anything here. But we can go get some groceries and anything else we need later.”
I nod, then grab my bag and head towards Echo’s bike. His loud whistle stops me. “Can you drive?” he asks. Surprised, I raise my eyebrows.
“Erm, yeah, of course I can drive.”
Echo smiles indulgently and lifts his hand, a set of car keys dangle from his finger. “You wanna take the truck?”
My eyes widen in shock, and I stutter, “Wha-what? Me drive?” He nods. Squealing, I run to him and grab the keys from his outstretched finger, holding them to my chest. “Seriously, I get to drive the truck?”
He nods, a huge smile stretched across his face. I launch myself at him, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly. “Oh my God, thank you. This is so cool. I love this truck,” I shout excitedly. His lips claim mine, hungrily devouring me. Finally prying me from his neck, he opens the truck door and lifts me in.
“I’ll follow you. I’ve got to work this afternoon,” he says.
Window down, wind blowing through my hair, and music blaring, I drive the short distance to Strikers. The truck’s amazing, and my face is covered in a huge grin as I pull up outside the bar. Echo stops his bike next to the truck and opens the door for me. I jump at him, and he catches me. Giggling, I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him playfully. “You like the truck, sugar?” he asks.
I smile broadly and cradle his cheeks in my hands. “I love the truck, and I love you.”
She loves me.
Fuck if I know why, but it changes everything.
Hearing those words coming out of her mouth has me growling and more fucking possessive than I’ve ever felt.
She loves me, and she’s mine. I’m a fucking caveman through and through; everything in me screams to keep her safe and protected.
I’ll never let anything hurt her.
Her fate is sealed.
Our destiny entwined.
Perhaps I can save her, drain the devil from her blood.
Or maybe I’m the executioner sent to free her from her sinful existence.
I’ve watched.
Waited.
Decided.
Planned.
And now it’s time to act.
Echo sits at his booth in the back of the bar and glares at every guy I serve. Drawn to him, I watch the way he watches me. Intensity coats his features, his eyes narrowed, scanning the room for threats. Brandi’s off today, so I’m working with Abe, a quiet older guy who rarely speaks but gets the job done.
Echo strides across the room and rounds the bar, scooping me into his arms and kissing me breathless. Pulling back, we both pant loudly. “What was that for?” I ask.
Fire burns in his eyes. “To remind them, and you, that you’re mine,” he growls.
I shake my head and push at his chest. “Oh my God, you really are a caveman. I don’t need reminding, and neither do they. Literally everyone in this town knows I’m yours.”
His lips reach mine in a sweet, consuming touch. “Maybe I just like kissing you?” he teases.
I laugh loudly and wrap my arms around his neck. “Well, I suppose I can work with that,” I purr.
He sits me on the wooden bar and his fingers play with my curls absentmindedly. “What time do you finish today, sugar?”
I grab my phone from my pocket and check my schedule. “I’m on till five.”
He nods, his lips nuzzling into my neck. “I’ve gotta go take care of some stuff. Daisy’s on his way, but I’m not sure if I’ll be back before you finish. Will you be okay to drive the truck home?”
I roll my eyes at him. “I have no idea why this bar needs a biker security guard. I’ve never even seen a drunken scuffle here.”
He scowls and grasps my chin, squeezing. “Livvy,” he warns.
I sigh loudly. “Fine, whatever. I’ll be fine getting home. I’ll stop and grab some food so I can break in that oven of yours as well. Is there anything you don’t like?”
His smile is huge. “I’ll love anything you cook me. The house key on the ring is yours anyway, so call me if you need me.”
