by K. T Fisher
When the slaps become too much I grind my ass onto him. "Please Ink, I need you now!"
He ignores me, biting down on my shoulder from behind as he continues to slap my wet pussy. The extra pain brings on my orgasm. I scream my release as it surprises me. I haven't even come down from my high when Ink brings himself home. Slamming into me so hard my orgasm is taken to another level. My mouth hangs open, my eyes rolling to the back of my head in pure ecstasy.
Ink holds tightly onto me, he fucks me hard, the shower still on, washing away our sweat.
"Come for me, Elle."
What? Is he serious right now? I've just come twice, I can't manage a third!
"I can't." I whimper as he thrusts even harder.
"Yes, you fucking can." He reaches forward, pinching my hard clit. Circling his fingers, he traps my clit between them. Sure enough, I come hard, it makes me literally weak at the knees. Ink holds me up as he follows, growling in my ear. Fuck me; Ink knows my body better than I do!
After quickly removing the condom, he holds me under the shower whilst we wash ourselves, and then helps me out. We smile stupidly at each other as he towel dries us both, then like the kind biker he only shows to certain people; he carries me to the huge bed. Lying naked next to each other, I fall into a blissful sleep.
***
Gabe
When I wake up its deadly quiet.
I've had a shits night’s sleep from fucking worrying about how Eve is going to handle what I have to tell her. Prez thinks I shouldn't tell her after the stress she's had lately, but I have to. I don't want to lie about anything when it comes to Eve, so I know what I have to do.
This is going to really fucking hurt her. I tell you what, I'll be glad to finally be fucking rid of Satan! Ever since I've met Eve we've had him hovering over us. Always there, niggling away in the background.
My fists tighten; he’ll never get his hands on my woman.
I hear Elizabeth stir, she wants her juice. I quietly get up from the bed, handing Elizabeth her juice. It's so funny; she doesn't even open her eyes as she holds up her hands for it. She closes her tiny hands around the pink juice bottle, guzzling it down. Now that she's had her juice I know she’ll be good for at least another hour. The girl loves her sleep.
With a heavy heart I turn to make my way back to bed. I want to make sure Eve gets as much sleep as she can, or maybe I'm just wimping out on telling her. Only, when I turn around, Eve is looking at me, a big sleepy smile on her face.
"Morning, sweetheart." I get in beside her.
She rolls over, sliding her hand over my exposed chest. "Morning biker."
I laugh at that. Eve slides her hand downwards. I‘d love nothing more than to let her grab my dick, but it would lead to sex and it’s too soon after her accident, that and I have something to tell her.
I stop her by placing my hand on top of hers. She frowns at me. "Gabe?"
"I need to tell you something."
She searches my face then sits up, looking over at me. Fuck me, she's beautiful. She holds the sheet at her breasts with one hand, but I can see the side of them as they swell. My dick stirs, but I shake the sexual lust from my head. Eve leans on her free hand, looking me right in the eyes, bright blues to mine.
"Something's wrong. You have your serious face on."
I manage a small smile. "Yeah babe, it's serious."
She leans in and kisses my chest, easing the confession out of me. I take a deep breath, come on Gabe, you can do this.
"Last night, we had a call from your mother."
Eve's eyes go a little wide but she nods her head for me to continue.
"Eve, your mother’s house was burned down the day we left. Your mum wasn't inside, don't worry. She was at her boyfriends, she’s safe."
Eve clasps her hand to her chest. "Oh thank god."
Tears gather in her eyes. I lift her head to mine, kissing her softly.
"Why us Gabe? Why is all this shit happening?"
"I don't know, but I promise you I will end this."
"I don't want you to get hurt." She whispers.
"Don't you worry baby, nobody will get to me. But I will protect you and Elizabeth with my life. You hear me?"
She nods, tears falling down her cheeks. I gather her tightly in my arms, whispering comforting words to soothe her as she softly cries.
Chapter Twelve
Elle
This food is truly delicious. While we were walking around Newcastle we were advised to visit the Salsa Cafe tapas bar, and I am so glad we did. The food is great, and there’s plenty of it. There’s a rustic feel to the building, chunky wooden tables and chairs adding to the atmosphere. It's a little on the dark side, but lights flicker around the restaurant to give it a romantic feel. I'm a little tipsy from the drinks we’ve had, so when I see Ink has finished his mouthful of food I become brave. Instead of sitting face to face, Ink decided he wanted to sit as close as possible to me. So we’re sitting next to each other, partially hidden away in a corner, enjoying our tapas. I lean in close, kissing his stubble, his hand wraps around the back of my head as he turns to face me. He kisses me deeply on the lips and I return it.
He breaks away, giving me a naughty grin as he looks at me. I watch as he gathers a little of the left over bruschetta from the table then orders me to open my mouth. Slipping the food in, he lets his finger enter too. I look him right in the eye as I suckle on his finger as he slowly removes it from my mouth. Wearing a cheeky smile as he watches me eat the delicious food he fed me.
Once I've eaten the food, I decide to reciprocate the gesture, picking up some prawns for Ink. I slip my finger in his mouth as he sucks, and as my finger slides out I have an idea. "Oops, you spilled some."
I lean into him, eyes connecting for just a second before I close them, swiping my tongue slowly along Ink's smooth bottom lip. There's no spilled food at all, I just wanted to taste him. After a very pleasurable night last night in our hotel room, we spent most of today touring the sights of Newcastle. Now we’ve had time to rest I want him again.
As I lick I feel him tense. When I pull back he’s got a very serious look on his face. "Careful sweetheart, a man like me can only take so much from a beauty like you."
I give him a smile. He's forever flattering me, his words leaving me flushed. It's what a charmer does though, that's what I need to remember. No doubt he’s said these same words to many other girls before me.
I feed myself some chicken this time, licking my fingers before looking back up at Ink, an innocent look on my face. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Immediately Ink stands, making me jump. He walks over to the bar and I see him hand over some money. I hide my smile as he returns to me. When he reaches me he yanks me up from my seat, holding me against his hard body. "Sweetheart, you just ended this meal with your teasing. We're going to the hotel. Now." With that he pulls me along. "I know just the thing to fill that greedy mouth of yours." He mutters as we leave.
I giggle as he speeds up, not caring about the curious glances from the other diners. I'm having way too much fun.
***
I'm sitting on a hard chair, my breathing shallow. I'm feeling pretty helpless right now. I can't move an inch. My legs are tied to the chair I'm sitting on; my arms are tied and secured behind the back of the chair. I'm completely naked and I can't see a thing. The blindfold covering my eyes makes sure of that. I'm experiencing so much ecstasy that I don't care how naked I am before his eyes.
Ink growls as he settles himself between my quivering thighs. When he tied my legs to the chair, he made sure that they were spread wide for him. I'm on display for his enjoyment, it makes me so horny.
I feel Ink’s dark stubble as he scrapes it along the insides of my thighs. He moves his head closer to the magic spot. It’s not close enough for me, I almost growl with impatience. Just one single, glorious swipe of his tongue along my quivering wetness has me melting and starting to plead. "Ink!"
I nee
d more, he's been teasing me all fucking day!
This morning we arrived in Edinburgh, spending the day taking in some of the sights. While we were having what was supposed to be an innocent day, Ink being his usual self, turned it into a not so innocent day. All day he’s been kissing me on my neck, biting my earlobe, smacking my ass and whispering naughty things in my ear.
When we finally made it back to our hotel room, I was almost horny beyond control. I wanted to jump him and rip off every bit of his clothing; however Ink stopped me as he had ideas of his own.
First he got me naked, slowly, planting soft kisses all over my body along the way. Then he blindfolded me. So here I am, bound and naked before him and I love it! I am in kinky heaven right now!
Ink gives me a few more swipes with that talented tongue of his, then he's gone, leaving me on the edge. He soon comes back though. I can feel him standing beside me, his cock grazing my shoulder. I feel drops of thick liquid drop on my body. It drips between my legs, down my breasts and along my arms and stomach. Ink begins to lick my body, everywhere the drops have touched. I break out in a shiver. The sweet aroma of chocolate reaches my nose. Ink moves his focus to my breasts. He licks everywhere apart from my nipples. I squirm within my bounds as he teases me. I want him to give my nipples the attention they need. After he finishes with my breasts, he travels downwards, licking along the insides of my thighs. He dips a finger inside my mouth; I groan as the chocolate covers my tongue. I almost start pleading again as he continues to tease me. I need him to reach my pussy; but he licks everywhere else instead, I have no doubt that I will come if he does.
When he makes sure I’m clean of all the chocolate, he stands, pulling my head in his direction. He guides his cock into my mouth, it's covered in chocolate. I moan in pleasure at the sweetness, happily licking him clean. It's not enough though, I need to feel him, to touch that fabulous body of his, and I really want to see him, his gorgeous face and those dangerous, sexy tattoos.
I hear Ink’s sharp intake of breath as I suck harder. He removes his cock with a pop. I try pleading with him again. "Please, Ink."
This time I get my wish as he gently removes my bindings; only the ones securing my legs though. He guides me to stand and gently moves me to the bed, laying me down and moving me further up the bed. Ink loosens the bind on my wrists, moving my arms so they're above my head. He ties the binding to the bed so I can't move my arms. I feel him hovering over me; then without any warning, he slams into me. I groan loudly at the amazing feeling of him filling every part of me. I'm still not used to his size, the sting only adds to my enjoyment though.
It's not long until the sensations become too much, and I come. Ink continues his thrusts, growling and biting me. His movements cause the pressure to build inside me again. He rips the blindfold from my eyes, after blinking a few times my blurred vision becomes clear and I see him. Ink stares down at me, a dark look in his eyes, he’s so fucking hot. If I'm not careful, this man will hurt me; I need to make sure I protect my heart so that doesn’t happen. This is just innocent fun for both of us.
Ink kisses me hard, and I whimper against him. I pull against my restraints, I want to scratch my nails along his skin and grab that hard ass of his. He continues to fuck me hard and my eyes close in delight.
"Open those eyes, sweetheart." Ink growls.
I struggle to obey, but I manage. The pleasure is almost too much for me. My eyes feel heavy with lust. Ink grins; it’s a devastatingly handsome smile. "There's those green eyes I love; look at me when you come."
Then he fucks me hard, and I mean hard! I'm screaming, my eyes struggle to remain open but I do it. I scream my release as I look into his dark eyes, all the time he’s watching me. His own release quickly follows mine, and he falls on top of me. We’re a sweaty mess, but fuck, that was the best sex yet.
Chapter Thirteen
Eve
Elizabeth has gone off to play with Teresa so I can have a shower and get ready for the day. Gabe left early this morning, so I had to ask Teresa to keep an eye on her for me. Elizabeth is a curious child. I know if I let her out of my sight she’ll be off exploring the clubhouse alone, which is something I don't want.
The guys here are great and try to keep their bad mouths to themselves as much as they can when she's around, but there are some areas of the clubhouse I've obviously kept her away from.
As I walk out my room, I pass Elvis' old room and pause at the door. I’m filled with sad memories. I wish he was here, so that Elizabeth could meet him. As I’m gathering myself together the door opens, a shocked Sue standing in the doorway. I've seen her around, but we haven't spoken much. I've noticed she’s not her usual self, but that’s to be expected after the death of Elvis, it’s still recent and raw. I feel like there's still something wrong between us. I need to change that.
It's time we have a heart to heat and fix our relationship.
"Hi." I smile; I'm surprised when she smiles back at me.
"Glad to have you back."
I raise my eyebrows. "Really?"
Sue slowly nods her head, indicating the inside of her room. I enter slowly, cautious as the last time I was in here, I was in tears and left with Elvis' blood covered cut.
"Come on in, darling, I'm not going to bite." She smiles. I sit on one of the chairs in the corner and Sue follows. She turns her chair towards me. "Now what do you want to talk about?"
"How are you?"
Her eyes go wide. "Wow, you just jump right in there don't you honey?"
"Oh god, I'm sorry."
She laughs a little, shaking her head. "I'm pulling your leg." She leans back in her chair. "I'm doing ok. No need to worry."
"Really?"
She nods her head. "I'm sorry, Eve."
I know exactly what she's saying sorry for and tears sting my eyes. She’s apologizing for blaming me and for what happened in this room right after her old man’s death.
"It's ok."
She shakes her head. "No, it's not. What I did was horrible. There was no need for that. Elvis would have spanked my ass for that."
She laughs and I join in.
"I miss him." It slips from my mouth without thinking.
Before I can apologize for what I just said, Sue smiles a sad smile. "Me too, darling. Every second of every day."
I love the way she calls me darling, but at the same time I hate it. It reminds me of Elvis.
Tears gather and I try and hold them back. "He would be pretty damn proud of you, Eve."
I look back up at Sue as she smiles over at me.
"You’re a brilliant mother to your girl. I had the pleasure of talking to her yesterday; she's a credit to you."
I can't hold my tears back any more; they fall and drip onto my lap. I quickly try and wipe the rest away. I feel terrible crying in front of Sue.
Sue scoots her chair closer, taking hold of my hand. She begins to tell me a story about Elvis I’ve never heard. He’d often sit up in the middle of the night, staring out at the night sky in frustration. He’d cry when he spoke of the girl he’d loved and feared he would never see again. How her mother wouldn't let him take her as his own as she grew up. He’d had to watch her being raised in neglect. He wanted to bring her here with him, but her mother wouldn’t hear of her leaving and wouldn’t let him ask her, so he’d had to leave her behind. I realize the girl is me. My throat becomes tight and I can't speak. Part of me hates my mother right now, but I realize if I hadn’t stayed in England I wouldn’t have Elizabeth now.
"He loved you like a daughter. I shouldn't have said the things I said. He wanted you here from the moment he returned to this club. He would want you here with Teresa now. I'm just sad he didn't get to meet his granddaughter."
When she calls Elizabeth his granddaughter, my heart fills with love and sadness. I cry, Sue joining in soon after. She holds me tight in her arms.
As we both dry our eyes, there's a knock on the door. Teresa walks in holding Elizabeth’s hand. She smiles
at seeing us together. "Reminiscing?"
"You bet." Sue replies.
Elizabeth lets go of Teresa's hand, running up to me. She raises her arms. I see she looks tired. It’s not time for her mid-day nap quite yet so I sit her on my lap; Sue smiles at her.
"Hello little lady."
"Hi." Elizabeth replies.
"Come on over here and let me tell you all about your grandpa Elvis." Elizabeth scurries down from my knee, excitedly running over to Sue. "Teresa, grab my photo albums from under the bed." Sue requests. Together we spend the next hour talking about Elvis, laughing over the photos Sue has of him until Elizabeth falls asleep and I carry her back to our room.
