Xerox

by Esther E. Schmidt

  It’s another punch to my gut. Barlow was pumped up about this shit with Nero and the gallery. Probably the reason he was fierce in his search to nail this guy. Then Nero threatened to do something to the woman that was clearly under his skin, because he talked about it to me earlier. Yeah, no wonder he pumped the guy full of lead.

  My head swivels around to the desk, glancing at the papers she was looming over when I walked in. “What were you doing?”

  A sly smile hits her face, her fingers trail down my chest. “Better get your mind on what I’m doing now, or better yet…what I’m going to do.” Her voice is all husky.

  My breath catches in my lungs when she slides down to the floor. Her gaze meets mine, pupils dilating into black orbs where desire swirls so vividly with the promise that I’m about to be swallowed whole.

  Maci’s fingers reach for my belt. I’m about to stop her, tell her she doesn’t need to do this…make me feel better, relieve the stress…shit like that. But the sight before me? Her whole face and demeanor? It screams that she needs this as much as I do. It’s a primal hunger of raw need. The need to connect, to own, to belong.

  “I fucking love you.” My voice is hoarse, uttering the words that fall freely from my heart.

  Her eyes close for the briefest moment, as if she takes in my words.

  “And I love you more.” She voices it, and it’s like the air surrounding us is loaded with our love.

  There’s no room for anything else, this is the thing people dream about. The shit people write songs about. We’ve fucking got it, and I for damn sure won’t ever let her go.

  “Get your hands on me, release my cock ‘cause it’s getting too damn hard to keep it inside my pants,” I croak. I need to feel her lips around my cock. I’m about to combust as it is.

  She groans. “So impatient.”

  “Sweetheart, impatient isn’t the word I would use to describe the need I have to feel my magic cross hit the back of your throat.” My last words slide into a moan as she palms my cock.

  My jeans hit the floor. Somewhere a tiny bit of my brain functions enough to toe off my boots and kick off my pants so I can widen my stance. I damn well need it to keep rooted to the ground because the moment she wraps those sinful lips around the head, my balls are ready to surrender.

  Daaaaaamn. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I grip her face with both hands and push her back. My cock falls out with a loud plop.

  “Fuck,” I snap.

  She’s sitting on her heels, confusion on her face. Reaching down, I grab her underneath her arms and pull her up, throwing her over my shoulder with ease as a yelp of surprise leaves her throat.

  “I need to be laying down for that shit, love. I can’t hold back my orgasm when I’m trying like fuck to stay upright at the same time.” With my cock pointing forward, leading the way, I smack her ass and walk over to the door that connects my office with my bedroom.

  I’ve combined the two since I work crazy hours. You never know when inspiration hits so I need to be able to walk straight out of bed into my workspace, and vice versa. I let Maci slide down my body when I’m standing in the middle of my room.

  I make quick work of locking both doors, making sure it’s just us, no one getting out, no one getting in. Stalking back to her, I peel off every inch of clothing she’s wearing. After I’m done, I grab the hem of my shirt and let it fall to the floor.

  Walking past her, I place myself on the middle of the bed, tucking my hands underneath my head, while my other head is waving in the air, dying to get my woman’s lips wrapped around it.

  “Get over here,” I growl. “Ass in the air, pointing at me while your lips go around my cock, swallowing my piercings one at a time.”

  I see her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate while her feet match the speed, making her way toward me. Her knees hit the mattress as she now slowly advances at me. Her fingers trail up my leg while her eyes are focused in a hungry stare at my dick that twitches underneath her gaze. Pre-cum leaks out with a warning that it’s ready to erupt at any given time.

  Although I want to watch her eyes as she swallows my dick, the need to finger her tight cunt is stronger. She positions herself just like I ordered her, ass up in the air while she wraps her lips around the head, taking the first two piercings while she hollows her cheeks.

  Sliding one hand down her ass, I land between her legs at her slick entrance. “Fucking perfection. Both sets of lips are the addiction I will never tire from. Made for me, for my dick to slide in, my fingers to pump, my tongue to devour. Come sit on my face, Maci, I need to taste you, drink the orgasm I intend to suck right from your soul.”

  “Christ, you’re good with your mouth,” she mutters and swings a leg over me, placing that sweet cunt right in front of my face.

  A chuckle rips out of me. “You have no idea, but I intend to make sure you feel how my tongue can lash out more than a few words.”

  She fucking hums around my cock, making my fingers dig into her hips. Shit. My hips buck when I feel my piercings hit the back of her throat. It’s a good thing I’m on my back already because I know for sure all my strength to stay upright would have been blown away. Surrounding her clit and the piercing that rests upon it, I suck the hard, little nub while flipping the barbell for a little payback.

  Or so I think because she starts to moan and suck my cock like there’s no tomorrow. And let’s face it…at this moment I don’t fucking care about tomorrow. Right now, this moment, is enough to buy me a lifetime. That’s right, because she owns me. The way she heats the blood in my veins, the pumping of my heart to make it flow through my body. I’m solely alive for her.

  I feel her cunt pressing down on my face, she’s leaning up by the feel of it. Her fingers still pump over the base of my dick, sliding up and down along the Jacob’s ladder, slick with her saliva.

  “Don’t stop. Yes…do that again.” Her words rasp out, as if it’s a struggle to draw air in her lungs.

  I nip at her clit again before I slide the tip of my tongue in her cunt, prodding inside. Her juices are already covering my face and even that’s not enough. When I feel her mouth around my dick again, I have to lift my head to follow the sweet taste. It’s not enough, I need to switch things up. I grab her hips and lift her off me.

  Sitting up, I swat her ass. “Back against the headboard.”

  Confusion spreads her gorgeous face as she slowly backs up. I stalk toward her like a fucking lion closing in on its prey. And it’s exactly that. Her cunt is what I’ve set my eyes on, aiming to devour it. Her hovering over me a moment ago was only baiting the beast inside me. I need to taste, swallow, own it.

  My arms slide underneath her legs, pulling her slightly to me as I settle in between them. My mouth closes down over her clit while my gaze collides with hers. Maci’s hands flash to my head, fingers tugging my hair. Is she pulling me off? Pulling me closer? Fuck if I know, but her head falls back, causing our connection to break. Not. Fucking. Happening.

  “Here, goddamn it,” I vibrate the words in a loud growl against her slick cunt.

  Eyes back on me again, she swallows intensely before she gives me a slight nod, understanding what I need; watch as I give pleasure while taking what’s mine. You belong to me, and only me.

  I’ve never felt so damn possessive in all my life. Hell, I’m even demanding her to see for herself to whom she belongs. How screwed up am I? Yeah, and I don’t care one fucking bit. I’m embracing that shit, because she tasted like heaven before, but her taste changes into the sweetest of flavors right before she screams my name and rides my face to keep the vibration going.

  The instant she sags down slightly, fingers loosening in my hair, I take advantage and crawl my way up her body. I make sure to pull her down so she’s flat on her back, away from the headboard. I take her mouth to mingle our taste, trading one set of lips with the other. I slide right into her tight heat as I feel her legs wrap around my waist.

  I grip her hair tightly
in my fist and pull her face back. “You ready for my cum to brand you? Because that’s gonna….”

  Aw, hell.

  Her nails drag down my back. “Fuck me harder, X. Give it to me.”

  My hips are already pounding back and forth, slamming with an explosive drive to surge deeper inside, yet she’s asking me to raise it another notch? Damn. Have I mentioned how fucking lucky I am?

  My knees slide forward, lifting her ass up so I can hit deeper and she instantly starts to hug my cock in frantic waves. I want to look in her eyes to see her come again, but I can’t. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation as my forehead hits the pillow beside her.

  Turning, I take her earlobe between my teeth and breathe into her ear. “Gonna…aaahhhh...ffffuuuccckkk.”

  My cum pumps as if it’s been fired from my toes. Stars swamp my head as my vision blurs. It takes every-fucking-essence from my body as I spill myself inside her regretting the fact that my seed can’t hit home.

  The second I regain the control of my breathing, I voice my thoughts. “You’re getting off birth control.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  ***Maci***

  You’re getting off birth control. It’s a fact, he popped a vein during the wild fucking.

  “Uhm, no I’m not.” What the ever-loving-hell?

  His whole face changes, as if he’s reminded of something. His nose scrunches up and he shakes his head. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. You’ve been raising your brothers as your own. You’ve never had any time for yourself. I didn’t…”

  “Hey.” My hand shoots out and I cup his face. “It’s not like that. That’s not why I’m saying no. That thought didn’t even go through my head. It’s more like…we just met. It might seem like we’re both into this together, fully committed, as if it’s meant to be; you and me against the world. But for real, can we just enjoy being us before we dive head first into popping out kids one after another?”

  His soft chuckle caresses my heart as he turns and kisses my palm. “So, we’re gonna have more than one, huh?”

  “No worries, biker. I hope you get to knock me up more than once,” I honestly promise him.

  Music for the future, that’s what it is. We’ve got so many things going on right now, I wouldn’t even start to feel safe being knocked up in all this.

  “Can I ask you something?” Xerox’s voice brings me out of my thoughts.

  “Anything.” I nod.

  His tongue traces his bottom lip, clearly thinking about something, or distracting me, because it’s working.

  “Go on…let’s hear it.” I give him a smile, hoping that will push him to spit it out.

  His eyes are fixed on mine. “What were you doing in my office? The papers?”

  With one finger, I tap on his forehead. “Away with those worry lines already. You’ve got enough wrinkles, Old Man.”

  His eyes widen in fake shock while both of his hands go to his chest, acting all wounded.

  “Not that old, handsome.” A tiny giggle leaves my throat. “But yeah, I was trying to take away some of your worry. Corban filled me in on some things. With me losing my job, I kinda have free time and skills. Skills I can put to good use for the club. We’ve managed to find a great location for a new gallery. I’ve talked to a lot of people and pulled a few strings. We were able to save the exhibition…yours…since all your work was still here and only Barlow’s was lost. We cancelled that exhibition. No saving that one…but yeah…I didn’t want to…I mean, shit.”

  “Go on…let’s hear it.” The asshole mimics my voice.

  He knows exactly how to push my buttons.

  I smack him across his biceps. “I didn’t want you to think I was butting in. Sticking my nose into club business and all.”

  “Oh, gorgeous.” He shakes his head. “As if. You’re the Prez’s Old Lady, it’s your fucking job to stick your nose into club business. Otherwise I’d have to keep you locked away from this clubhouse and that’s never gonna happen.”

  Yeah, he’s right. Well, since he basically said I could stick my nose into club business… “Will you let me see some of the pieces you’ve finished for the exhibition?”

  “No,” he snaps and his ass is off the mattress with my next breath.

  Pushing myself off the bed, I follow him into the bathroom. “Why not?”

  “I said no.” Xerox doesn’t even look at me. He switches on the water and doesn’t even wait for it to heat up before he steps underneath the spray.

  I don’t even think, my hand flows through the air and hits tight muscle. Burning heat flames my palm, making me curse. My red handprint is painted on his sculpted ass.

  “Did you just spank me?” His eyes go from his ass to my face and back.

  A frustrated growl raises inside my chest. “Does me rubbing my palm on my hip give any indication of what I just used it for? Thick headed baboon. You know what? I’ll just stick my nose in every corner and go looking for your work. How does that sound, huh?”

  Spinning around, I walk straight out of the bathroom and head toward his office. I don’t get it. First, he gives me a free pass to do anything because I’m his Old Lady, and then when I ask to see his work, he denies me. What the hell is that all about?

  I grab Xerox’s shirt from the floor and pull it over my head. Yeah, I don’t want to risk running into anyone naked. Seeing I’m tiny as hell, his shirt almost hits my knees. First thing I do when I’m in his office is walk toward the back. I need to have a look at what he’s working on right now. The moment I’ve got the sheet that’s covering it in my fist, strong fingers wrap around my wrists preventing me from ripping it off.

  “No,” Xerox snaps at me again.

  Exactly what he told me the first time I asked to see his work. In fact, the only thing I’ve seen is…My eyes trail to the wall where my face is sketched by his hand. A gasp leaves my lips before I rip my hand away from his grip and slam it over my mouth. Realization hits me hard.

  Nope. No way. He did not…except he did. Did he?

  Glancing over, I see Xerox standing next to me. Butt ass naked. Water dripping off him. He has no shame whatsoever about being naked, and yet he looks so freaking shy in this moment. My heart hurts to see him like this. If what I think is going on, there isn’t a single reason for him to act this way. Shit…not a single reason for me to act this way.

  “Sorry,” I mumble before I wrap myself around him.

  His arms pull me closer as he buries his face in my hair. I love the way he engulfs me, it’s become my safe haven. Xerox hands trail down as he squeezes my ass.

  “You sketched that, huh? My naked ass, all huge and up close? That’s why you won’t show me?” I mutter my thoughts out loud.

  Because let’s be real…he noticed my ass the first time we met. He even made sure I knew the comment he made about my butt was a direct compliment to me. Back then I could feel his heated gaze on my skin without looking back.

  “Among other things.” Xerox nose trails up my neck.

  I lean my head to the side while I close my eyes and relish at the feel of his soft caress. “So if they walk through your whole exhibition…” I swallow before my breath hitches from the way he nips my skin.

  Suddenly I’m standing by myself while Xerox is a few feet away and letting curses fill the room.

  “What?” I ask.

  Xerox’s standing there, still naked I might add, hands pulling his hair before he locks eyes with me. “I can’t put it all up. We need to…cancel? I need, I can’t, it’s not…fuck.”

  “Oh. My. God. Did you sketch me naked in every single piece?” I gape at a man who is now looking guilty as hell.

  Somehow, it’s adorable. I mean, it’s not like they’re photographs. Although his skill kicks ass, it’s so vivid. I’ve only seen the piece on the wall but if that’s any indication…yeah, people would notice it’s me naked.

  Xerox walks to the large frame that has the sheet covering it, yanking it off in one go.

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p; “What the fuck are we going to do?” he snaps.

  I feel like I’ve been put on a rocket and launched into heaven. Seriously. There’s something about seeing yourself through the eyes of your man. That’s what’s in front of me. Me. My back, I’m glancing over my shoulder. Somewhat turned so there’s a hint of nipple and, since I’m sitting on the bed, there’s a tiny ass crack.

  “Are they all like this?” I whisper.

  “Yeah,” he croaks.

  “I don’t know what to say.” With effort, I draw air in my lungs to recharge for words I need to utter, and yet I have none. Spinning around, I launch myself at him, thankful he’s massive and I’m tiny so he catches me with ease.

  “You’re amazing, the two pieces I’ve seen are both insanely talented work.” My thoughts go to a gallery in Australia. “Oh. We recently had someone…dammit, what was his name again. Oh, never mind, I can check later. Anyway, he loves this style. We need to contact him, I need to show him. I’m sure we can set up another exhibition and then…”

  His fingers wrap in my hair and my head is pulled back. “Easy there, Captain. First things first. Meaning we’re going to handle our own exhibition. Then we will go over every piece I made before we will discuss other countries. But damn…you’re perfect, you know that, right? I’d hire you for every job at hand.”

  “Hmmmhmmm.” That’s all I manage, because he covers my lips with his.

  He lifts me up and walks through the bedroom and into the bathroom. The shower is still running, now with warm water, and we step under it. Steam has filled the space and yet the tiles that are pressing into my back are cold. The feeling doesn’t last long because the instant he fills me up and starts to throw his hips in a rhythm is the moment I drift off into a pleasure consumed state.

  His grunts are as fierce as his strokes. My nails dig into his shoulder, trying to get closer, and yet that’s not possible since we’re practically molded into one another. It’s more of a frenzy fucking. I gasp when I feel his mouth cover my neck, pulling my skin into his mouth. Like I said; all consuming. My teeth hit his shoulder at the same time I tip my head to give him better access.