by Lilly Atlas
She cried out again when he licked into her, fucking her tight channel with his tongue. The leg that had been held up in the air now rested over his shoulder, the heel digging into his back.
Damn, her pussy was sweet, he could keep this up for hours, drawing her right to the brink and backing off, suspending her in a sexual limbo until he finally let her crash over the edge. It was a shame he had less than two minutes to finish this little game.
Emily’s hips moved with purpose now, and Jester knew if their positions had been reversed, and she was on top, she’d be riding his face like a rodeo queen. He filed that idea away as a must try in the very near future.
Jester was so hard he spared a second to wonder if his cock could split through the zipper on his jeans. He felt like a fuckin’ king, being the first man to introduce Emily to oral sex. Her responses were honest and unguarded, and she did nothing to hide the fact that she loved the feel of his mouth on her, in her.
She didn’t play games, didn’t use her body to manipulate him. Emily was a woman who didn’t have much experience, but who seemed to revel in her sexuality as she discovered the power of it. He couldn’t wait until the day she was confident enough to demand what she wanted from him, and take what her body needed to be satisfied.
The walls of her sex began to flutter around his tongue. She was getting close. After one last thrust of his tongue, he moved back up to her clit, flicking it over and over as her cries grew louder and more desperate.
Chapter Thirteen
Emily was lost in the intense sensations rocketing from her pelvis. Her entire body shook with the strain of holding the pose. She’d lost the battle of keeping her leg in the air, but there was no way she was lowering her hips and risking Jester stopping. Nothing had ever felt this good.
She was making a lot of noise, probably sounded like a wild animal, but she couldn’t control it. The sounds poured from her throat, and Jester seemed to enjoy hearing how much she enjoyed his efforts.
Lifting her spinning head, Emily peered down her body and her stomach tightened at the image of the powerful man who worshiped her with his head buried between her thighs. The sight was humbling. He was so gorgeous, so strong and sexy; he could have, and did have, any woman he wanted. Yet he chose to kneel between her legs to bring her tremendous pleasure. Her heart clenched with an unfamiliar emotion and a longing that would never be fulfilled.
Jester slid his tongue from inside her, licking back up to her clitoris. Emily couldn’t have stopped the orgasm from ripping through her if she tried. Somewhere in the back recesses of her endorphin swamped mind, she registered the sound of a woman’s voice counting down five…four…three…two…one, and sure enough, just as the instructor reached, one Emily exploded. Her muscles clenched and her vision clouded as she literally screamed with the force of her release.
Feeling physically sated and emotionally dazed, Emily finally allowed her limp legs to collapse to the ground. There wasn’t any point in trying to stand, her legs couldn’t possibly hold her after the workout they just had.
“Did that really just happen?” she asked, glad her voice still worked after all that screaming.
“It sure did, babe, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Jester scooped her up off the floor and carried her to the couch, arranging her so her legs straddled him and her torso rested intimately against his when he sat.
Where just seconds ago she thought she was too drained to do much more than breathe for the rest of the day, she now felt a prickle of renewed desire forming as Jester’s hardness nestled into the junction of her thighs.
The ridge pressed against her flesh, sensitive from her recent orgasm, and reminded her of exactly how well-endowed Jester was. She snickered out loud, and the movement caused her sex to rub against his erection.
“Care to share? I know there is no way you are laughing at my skills,” Jester said, giving her hair a tug.
Emily lifted her head from his shoulder so she could see his face. “Never that. I was just thinking that I’ve barely had any sexual encounters, but when I do finally get some it’s with a man who is packing this monster.” She giggled again rolling her hips to emphasize exactly which monster she was referring to.
Jester laughed along with her. “What can I say, babe? Looks like you were just holding out for the big boys.”
Emily smiled at him, and reached out a hand to trace a finger along his smooth jaw. Her eyes drifted closed in contentment as Jester’s hands traveled up and down the bare skin of her back. His hands were so large they spanned her entire back and wrapped part way around her rib cage. His palms and fingertips were roughened and callused, and Emily shivered at the slight tickle they evoked everywhere he trailed them.
She grew restless as need pumped through her blood, and suddenly the light touching was no longer sufficient. Opening her eyes, she found Jester watching her, matching desire burning in his own gaze. This time when his hands smoothed up her back he helped her remove the sports bra, and let it drop to the floor forgotten.
His hands moved around her body and up to her breasts, and his thumbs rubbed over her pointed nipples, making her pussy clench almost violently with need. Emily forced her eyes to stay open; mesmerized by the yearning she saw reflected back at her.
If she didn’t get him inside her soon, she might cry, so with shaking hands she reached out and unzipped his jeans, careful not to injure his cock where it strained against the metal. She rose up on her knees and helped him wiggle the denim down over his hips. It didn’t matter if they went down farther, just as long as he was free enough to get inside her.
Emily didn’t waste any time. Jester’s swollen length sprang free from its confines, and she immediately lowered herself onto him. Wet from her previous orgasm and current arousal, he slid in easily. He went incredibly deep, the sensation so intense it bordered on painful, and Emily wanted him to stay there forever.
Jester hissed out a curse as she descended, and his hands locked on her hips once he was fully seated. “Christ, Emily, you’re so tight, so hot.” He leaned forward and captured her mouth in a hungry kiss.
Emily could taste herself lingering on his tongue as he took his time exploring her mouth. She tried to move. She needed to feel the friction of him sliding in and out of her, but he held her firmly anchored to him, and she was no match for his strength. The only movement she could manage was small rocks of her pelvis against his. She shifted her legs, shoving them between the cushions of the couch so she could wrap around Jester’s body and lock her ankles together. The action sunk him even deeper, and each time she tilted her pelvis forward her clit dragged across his pubic bone.
She gasped, breaking the kiss; shocked by the power of the pleasure she was feeling. Lifting her lashes, she met Jester’s eyes and was captivated by the force of the emotion blazing in them. Emotion welled in her also; emotion that felt very close to love.
No. No. No.
This was not supposed to be happening. She couldn’t afford this. Emotional attachment had the potential to get Johnny killed. It could get her killed. And it could destroy Jester. Emily shifted her gaze, hoping to halt the growing connection between them. She could allow herself the physical pleasure but nothing else.
Jester, however, wasn’t having that. “Emily,” he ground out, the command in his voice unmistakable. She hesitated for one second, staring at his heaving chest before she lifted her lashes and met his eyes once again. She tried to harden her heart, but the effort was futile.
“Come with me, baby,” he said before he kissed her again. A bone deep orgasm rolled through her, as consuming emotionally as it was physically. Jester’s hard body shuddered beneath her arms as he came with a rough groan.
Spent, she collapsed against his heaving chest. Snake’s words invaded her mind and ruined the intimate moment. Men tend to let things slip when their dicks are happy. She opened her mouth, prepared to ask him for some details on the club’s business, but the words died in he
r throat.
She would do it. She’d find a way to get Snake his information. Despite Jester’s talk about being an uncomplicated man and keeping things simple between them, Emily had no doubt her betrayal would cut him to the bone. There just wasn’t any way she could bring herself to use information Jester shared with her in an intimate moment.
She was a fool, acting like she could preserve her relationship with Jester and give Snake what he needed to release Johnny. Emily blinked furiously, refusing to let the tears that flooded her eyes fall. She felt tortured, divided in her feelings of complete happiness and abject misery.
Chapter Fourteen
“How’s it going?” Jester asked Acer with a grunt as he released the barbell and rubbed a muscle that twitched in his chest. The flicker reminded him of yesterday’s yoga session with Emily. If he wasn’t careful, his muscles wouldn’t receive enough blood to complete the next set.
“You need me to spot you?” Acer raised his gaze from the laptop he’d been plugging away at in silence for the past fifteen minutes.
“Nah, bro, I’m good. One more set.” He wrapped his hands around the heavy metal bar lifting it straight up from the supports and lowering it toward his chest as he exhaled. He was tired, but the burn in his muscles felt good, and they weren’t near the point of failure so he didn’t need a spotter.
With a shake of his head Acer returned to his work. “If the club had known you were such a meathead jock when you were prospecting, you’d have never been voted in.”
Jester waited until he’d powered through his ten reps before answering. It was hard to carry on a conversation while he raised and lowered more than three hundred pounds of metal directly over his chest. The weights clanged back into the holder as he sat up and stretched his arms behind his back loosening the tight muscles in his chest. “Hey, man, don’t hate just because you’re a puny thing.”
Acer snorted without looking up or missing a keystroke. While Acer didn’t have nearly the bulk Jester did, he was no slouch and could certainly hold his own in a fight. He just had a leaner build.
“Besides,” Jester continued, “the ladies love how huge I am. They’re drawn to my guns like a baby to the teat.”
“First off, you’re more drawn to tits than any baby. And second, ladies? Don’t you mean lady? Because it seems to me there is only one of those these days. This Emily chick getting under your skin, bro?”
Jester opened a bottle of water and guzzled the entire contents, allowing himself a chance to consider Acer’s question.
“All kidding aside?” He pulled up the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. “She’s sunk her claws in deep. I’m sure this makes me a complete dick, but I can’t remember ever wanting to spend time with a woman after I’ve fucked her. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve fucked a broad more than once, and it’s not like I stuck around for conversation afterward.”
Acer shrugged. “We’re all like that, man. With the amount of willing and able pussy that hangs around the club we’ve no reason to be anything else.” Even though Acer spoke, his attention was still firmly on the monitor in front of him.
“Hook and VP seem to like what they’ve got now,” Jester said, referring to the monogamous relationships of their friends.
Acer stopped typing and gave Jester his full attention. “Shit, you thinking along those lines?”
With a self-deprecating grunt Jester sat up on the weight bench, and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his powerful thighs. “No. Fuck no. I just…” He rolled his eyes. “Oh fuck it. I can’t stop thinking about her. All day. Every day. I’d rather be with her than just about anywhere else, and I can’t seem to fuck her out of my system. She’s smart, she sweet, she gets me, she’s just…good.”
Acer cracked up, not appearing phased by the dark scowl that his laughter brought to Jester’s face. “So why don’t you just quit whining and enjoy it? Seriously man. We don’t meet many women like that. Most who come through the club are hardened, bitter, and used up. Seems to me, you find one who’s all that shit you mentioned, plus she’s as fuckable as your Emily, you should hold tight and enjoy the ride.”
Jester glowered at Acer’s description of Emily, but he couldn’t argue with the man. He wanted inside her every chance he got. Even now, just hearing her name he was semi-erect.
“She doesn’t seem in any hurry to kick your overgrown ass to the curb either, brother. Consider yourself one of the lucky ones and roll with it.”
Jester nodded, and let Acer’s words sink in. His brother was right, he just needed to shut up and enjoy her. To his surprise, he didn’t miss the revolving door of easy women he’d had before. Emily was more than satisfying his sexual needs. On top of that, she calmed him and soothed his rough edges. She was accepting of his lifestyle, but as Acer mentioned, she wasn’t a washed up biker whore. He liked talking to her, and liked hearing what she had to say as well.
“There’s just one thing.”
“What’s that? She doesn’t let you be on top enough?” Acer laughed at his own joke.
“I’m serious, asshole.”
“All right, what’s the thing?”
“Sometimes I feel like she’s hiding something. She doesn’t tell me much about her life. It’s like she’s holding something back.”
“You may be the only man in history to complain that his woman talks too little.”
Jester flipped him the bird. “Forget it, asshole.”
Acer laughed again. “Okay, I’m done bustin’ your balls. You worried she’s not into a relationship?”
Jester rubbed a hand across his chin. “Maybe, but I think it’s more than that. I can’t shake the feeling something’s bothering her, maybe some kind of trouble.”
“So, why don’t you just ask her?”
He shook his head. “I doubt she’d tell me. I can’t get her to talk about much of anything personal.”
“Give it time, brother. You forget that you just met her. Trust takes time to build.” Acer shrugged. “Maybe it’s just too soon for her to put her burdens on you.”
He made a good point.
“Thanks, Dr. Phil. Next time you need help with a woman, you know who to call.”
Acer snorted. “Fuck that. You’ll just grunt and beat your chest.”
Done with the sensitive bullshit, Jester nodded toward the computer. “How’s that going?” he asked again.
Acer studied him for a second or two before he shifted topics to what he’d been working on for the past few hours. “I’m nearly done. I have plenty of satellite imagery over the mountain pass. There’s really nothing around for miles. We shouldn’t attract any unwanted attention.”
Acer was using his many and varied computer skills to assess the area where the Grimms were supposed to meet with the cartel. Recluses frequently moved to remote parts of the desert to disappear from the law, to live off the grid for various reasons, and they settled in lone shacks in the middle of nowhere. The club needed to be sure some random nosey bastard wouldn’t catch them in the act of hijacking the Grimms’ money.
“We should be good. Doesn’t look like anyone will stumble across us that day. I’m also working on the money piece. I have a few irons in the fire as far as distributing it and laundering it so we don’t flag any interest. That’s way too much green for us to handle any other way.”
Jester smiled at him. The club could do a lot with the money they’d get from the Grimms. He was looking forward to this on so many levels, not the least of which was the straight up thrill of seeing Snake taken down a few pegs.
“Have you run this all by Shiv?”
Jester nodded. “Yeah, he agrees that we should be at the meet site in place of the cartel. This way we can get there early, set up our shit and be ready when the Grimms show. Too many things can go wrong if we try to intercept the Grimms on the way there as we originally planned. The chance of being caught is way too high.”
Acer leaned back in the chair and interlaced
his fingers behind his head. “You have a way to keep the cartel from making the meet?”
Jester rose from the weight bench and tossed the empty water bottle into a small trash can across the room. “Still working on that piece. I’ll let you know. Gonna grab a shower before Em gets here.”
“Take your time. I’ll keep your woman company,” Acer called with a smirk.
Jester flipped Acer off over his shoulder as he strode from the room.
Emily let herself into Jester’s house and sighed with pleasure as the cool air enveloped her. Near one hundred and ten degrees today, the temperature was so hot outside she grew sweaty and overheated walking the short distance from her car to Jester’s front door. Thankfully Jester was expecting her and had left the door open,
Noises could be heard coming from the study at the back of the house, a room Jester had converted to a gym of sorts, with a universal weight machine and treadmill. She didn’t bother announcing her presence. He knew she was on her way so she just headed back to the study.
Stepping in the room, she came to a complete stop when she was greeted, not by Jester, but by one of his club brothers. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else was here. I didn’t see your motorcycle.”
“Hey, hon, it’s in the garage. That sun is murder on the paint job. Jester’s in the shower.”
“Okay, I’ll just leave you to it.” She started to back out into the hallway.
Acer sat on the small loveseat sofa in the corner of the room with a laptop open on his lap. He looked up at her and closed the computer. “No need to leave, I’m done. Come sit and I can tell you all sorts of dirt on your man.” He patted the empty cushion next to him.
Emily hesitated. She hadn’t really spoken to any of the other guys in the MC. Sure, she had brunch with Striker and Hook, but their wives were there as a buffer. Truth be told, she found most of them intimidating. But, they were important to Jester so she’d make the effort. Plus, there was always the chance someone would let something slip she could pass along to Snake. Too bad he’d closed the laptop.
