by Brook Wilder
She looked up at him, her eyes glassy, her lips slightly parted. He drew her up onto her knees and rubbed his hands up and down her arms.
“I want to feel your mouth on me,” he told her. “Will you do that?”
She looked hesitant, but in the same way as before. She wasn’t sure of herself. But she nodded anyway, and allowed him to lower her head towards his throbbing cock. She opened her mouth and slowly took him inside her.
At first she didn’t move much. She sucked a little, and swirled her tongue around the head. He waited for her to adjust, giving her the time she needed. Soon she was experimenting, taking more of him into her mouth with each suck.
“I love how that feels,” he encouraged. “You can take all of me. I know you can.”
Emboldened, she quickened her movements. He felt her relax more and more as she got into a rhythm, sucking up and down, tonguing the base of his shaft. She began to moan as she worked at him.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s nice,” Prescott groaned. “You’ve got the sweetest mouth I’ve ever felt.”
He reached up to run his hands through her hair, cupping the back of her head as she continued to drive him wild with her actions.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled away from her. He didn’t want to risk coming. He’d miss all the good stuff. Gently, he laid her down on her back and crawled over her. He parted her legs with his, eager to drive himself into her.
“Wait,” Della said.
Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions and feelings. She was barely able to think. Prescott had been everything she’d wanted and more. She couldn’t believe he was here with her now. When she’d told him to wait, he’d hesitated. He looked confused, like he was thinking that she was reconsidering. She wanted to disavow him of that notion as quickly as possible.
“Protection,” she breathed. “I’m not on the pill or anything.”
He looked relieved. Shaking his head, he found his wallet on the floor and pulled a condom out of it. Della instantly relaxed as he put it on. When he returned to her, she happily opened her legs for him.
“You ready for me?” he asked.
In answer, she pulled him to her and kissed him fiercely. Prescott moaned into her mouth. He felt her pressing against her entrance, and then he simply slid in. Della arched her back as he filled her. She felt deliciously full. When he began to move, thrusting slowly with long, perfect strokes, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. He grunted, and she quickly pulled her hands away.
“No,” he said, rubbing his rough jaw against hers. “I liked that. Don’t be afraid with me. You do what feels right.”
He pulled out almost all the way and pushed back into her with one, powerful stroke. Della’s hands involuntarily flew back to his shoulders, clutching at him. She raised her hips to him on his next thrust, begging for more without uttering a single word.
He happily obliged her, picking up the pace, his hips connecting with hers in the perfect rhythm. It wasn’t long before Della felt the pleasure mounting inside her. The feelings that she had been denied earlier, when he’d had his mouth on her, were now crashing back. And they were more intense than ever. She moaned Prescott’s name, her head slowly rocking back and forth.
Sensing she was close, Prescott took her nipple between his thumb and index finger. He began pinching and squeezing, heightening her pleasure until she couldn’t take it anymore. Della was sure she was drawing blood, her fingers were dug so far into his flesh. She was so close it was starting to hurt.
Before she knew what was happening, Prescott had pulled back. Before she could express her disappointment, he had flipped her over and propped her up on her hands and knees. Then he was inside her again, taking her from behind. Della couldn’t believe how deep he was inside her. She’d thought she’d felt all of him before, but now she could see that that had been nothing compared to this. Within seconds, she was close to climax again. This time, she felt like she might reach it.
Then his hand traveled down the length of her body, his rough palm scraping enticingly at her breast and stomach. His fingers stopped at her core, and he began to play with her there, all the while he continued to thrust forcefully inside her.
“Prescott, oh my God!” she cried.
“That’s good,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re going to come for me. I want to feel it. I want to hear you scream.”
He punctuated his words with more intimate touches. Della quickly reached the edge, and then she was falling. The sensation was too much. She cried out as waves of pleasure crashed through her. No one had ever made her feel this way before. She’d barely been able to make herself feel this way. But Prescott made it seem easy.
He growled appreciatively at the sound of her climax. With each new thrust, Della felt extra ripples of pleasure flow through her. She felt on the verge of collapsing when he finally started to tremble and moan all around her. Feeling bold, she pulled away from him, turning over beneath him.
“Do it here,” she whispered. “On my body. I want to feel it.”
She had been worried that that would be too much for him, but his smile told her different.
“I knew you were an animal,” he murmured.
He slipped the condom off and wrapped his hand around himself. He leaned over her as he brought himself to climax, kissing her hard. Soon she could hear him grunting, and then his warmth spread over her. Della has always fantasized about this, but had been too shy to ask her previous boyfriends for it. Now she knew that she had been right to take Prescott to her bed.
His moans of pleasure were music to her ears, and she basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. After a few seconds, he collapsed onto the bed beside her. They were both panting. Happily exhausted, Della thought. That was how she felt.
Once she’d gotten her bearings, and her mind had cleared, Della excused herself to go to the bathroom to clean up. She felt instantly cold without his presence, and she washed quickly. He was still there when she got out of the bathroom. He was propped up on his side, putting all those perfect muscles on display for her. She slipped back into the bed and nuzzled into him. He draped his arm over her and pulled her close.
“Thank you,” she whispered, breathing in his scent. “I’ve never had the guts to do that. No one’s ever made me feel safe enough before.”
“I make you feel safe?” he asked, sounding surprised and incredulous.
“Yeah, you do. Don’t make me explain it because I can’t.”
“Hey, I’m not going to question a good thing.”
He pressed a kiss into the side of her head, his arms tightening around her. Della didn’t want this moment to end, but she realized she had something she needed to tell him. He had more than earned it. It was easier to talk, knowing she didn’t have to look him in the eye because he was spooned up behind her. Instead, she looked at the rumpled sheets.
“That night,” she began quietly. “Kate and I were walking home. We were working on a group project, and we were out pretty late. It was probably around midnight, a little after. We heard the motorcycles before we saw them. The first one zoomed by and crashed. The rider fell off. The second pulled up. A man in a kutte got off. Kate and I instantly knew that we were looking at two men from the same MC. It had to be the Reavers because they’re the only ones in this area. The second man shot the first and drove away. He might have seen us. After meeting Al, I’m sure it was him I saw. And what he said… about recognizing me. I can’t tell if that's a coincidence or not.”
That was it. She’d given him what he needed. He had no reason to stay now. Della felt tired and sad; she didn’t want things to end this way.
Prescott was silent for a long time. Della let him think. His arms were still around her, and that was all that mattered to her for the moment.
“Thank you for telling me,” he said finally. “I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”
“Are you going to leave now?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
“You got what you wanted.”
“Do you want me to leave?” he asked in return.
She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want him to leave, but she wasn’t going to try to keep him with her against his will either.
Prescott lifted himself up and turned her so she was looking at him.
“Tell me what you want, Della.”
“I want you,” she said. “I don’t want this to be the end of things.”
“Then get your phone.”
She was confused at first, but did as he said. He took her phone from her and punched his number in.
“Now you have me,” he said, handing the phone back to her. “This isn’t the end.”
Della smiled at that, allowing him to wrap her up in his arms once more.
This wasn’t the end.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They had stayed in bed together for a long while. Della had lost track of time. Eventually they came to the mutual conclusion that they should get up. Prescott had to get back to his club and his investigation. Della made sure to program her number into his phone before he left.
Kate was sitting on the couch in the living room when they left Della’s bedroom. She didn’t say a thing as she watched Prescott leave the apartment, and he ignored her in return. As soon as the door closed behind him, Kate turned to glare at Della. Her expression was a mixture of anger and worry. She looked tired.
“Sorry,” Della said. “Did we wake you?”
She wandered into the kitchen to make some coffee, realizing that she and Prescott had never gotten around to having any.
“Towards the end there, yeah,” Kate said, following Della into the kitchen. “Wanna tell me what the hell you were thinking?”
Della shrugged. “You were the one who was saying I needed to get laid.”
“Don’t give me that,” Kate snapped. “You know what I think about Prescott. You know he’s dangerous. I don’t care how hot he is, you don’t get in bed with a motorcycle club, Della!”
“It’s not serious,” Della told her. “Don’t worry so much.”
“The moment you invited him into our home, it became serious,” Kate said. She sighed and leaned back against the wall. “You have no idea what you’re getting into.”
“I’m a big girl, Kate. I can take care of myself.”
“Clearly not.”
Della rolled her eyes and tried to walk past Kate out of the room. Kate reached out and took her arm.
“Wait, Della. Listen. Just hear me out.”
Della obliged her roommate by pausing, but she didn’t say anything. Kate released her arm.
“I have some personal experience with this,” Kate said. “My cousin Trevor got into some trouble a while back. He started hanging with the wrong kind of crowd, you know? This was in Bed-Stuy. Everything went south so quickly, Della. Trevor was in way over his head. But before the shit went down, he would have insisted he knew what he was doing. Do you understand?”
“I’m sorry,” Della said, because she could tell it was hurting Kate to talk about this.
“Prescott is bad for your health,” Kate insisted. “Please believe me.”
“I’ve got to get to the library,” Della said. “Try not to worry about me. I’m not going to become one of the Reavers’ club girls. I’m playing it safe.”
“I know you think you are,” Kate whispered.
She didn’t say anything else as Della gathered up her things and walked out the door.
Della was furious. She was glad for the walk to campus because it gave her a chance to think and relax. After the time she’d had with Prescott, she didn’t want anything to dampen her mood. Kate just had to throw a bucket of ice water over everything. Della knew all the reasons she shouldn’t associate herself with Prescott. She understood the risks. But it wasn’t like they were getting married. She wasn’t getting into club business. He wasn’t trying to drag her in.
Della reached campus while she fumed. She decided not to let Kate get to her anymore. She was happier with Prescott than she’d been in months, and she wasn’t going to give that up. She was an adult and she knew what she was doing.
With her resolve settled, she made a beeline for the library. She was almost at the door when someone stopped her.
“Della.”
That voice… it couldn’t be.
But it was.
When Della turned around, Simon was jogging up the steps towards her. This day was going to Hell in a hand basket. Della glanced over her shoulder. The door wasn’t far away. She wondered if she could jump inside and lose herself in the crowd somewhere.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” Simon said.
“What are you talking about?”
Della mentally kicked herself for engaging him. She should have ignored him and left when she had the chance.
“I saw you earlier. You rode off with that punk on his motorcycle. I was scared for you.”
“Okay, a couple things,” Della said tiredly. “First, you don’t get to be scared for me. I am not your sister or your girlfriend or even your friend. Second, who I choose to associate with is none of your concern. I can get on motorcycles with whomever I want.”
“He’s dangerous, Della,” Simon said.
“Oh shut up,” Della snapped. This was too much. First Kate, and now this. She wasn’t going to take it anymore. “Simon, you’re a creep, and I want nothing to do with you. I feel safer with Prescott than I ever have with you. What, were you watching me earlier? Following me? Why can’t you see how unsettling that is?”
“That hurts, Della,” Simon said. He was getting closer now. “You’re a real bitch sometimes, you know that?”
“Thank you for the information,” Della said, turning to leave.
Simon reached out and grabbed her arm. She shook him off, deciding to head down to the street instead of into the library. She wasn’t going to deal with this again.
“Don’t walk away from me,” Simon said, following her.
His voice was rising. They were drawing attention from a lot of passersby.
“Leave me alone, Simon,” Della said as calmly as she could.
“That freak is dangerous. I’m looking out for your best interest! He’ll fuck you and leave you. Or worse. You’re going to get yourself killed. Then you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me.”
Della stopped at one of the emergency towers that dotted the campus. It was essentially an intercom that connected whoever pressed the button directly to campus police. She pressed the button. The light on top of the tower flashed. Della turned without fear to confront Simon, but kept her finger on the button.
“Prescott was good to me,” Della said. “If I called him now, he’d be here in a second.”
And he’s helped me to speak up for myself, she thought.
Would she have been this adamant with Simon if he hadn’t brought out her slightly wild side? She’d always been the shy one who was afraid to speak up. Now she felt like Prescott had drawn something out of her. And she liked it.
“Don’t you dare call him!” Simon shouted.
The two officers approached from behind Simon, and Della smiled. She removed her finger from the button. That had been a fast response, but it made sense. Their station was on campus, probably only a couple buildings away.
“Is there a problem here?” one of the officers asked.
“Yes,” Della said, while Simon whirled around to stare, slack-jawed. “This man will not stop harassing me. When you take his information, you’ll find out this is the second time I’ve had to have campus police intervene to protect me.”
“We were talking,” Simon said.
“He was yelling and insulting me,” Della corrected. “His voice and actions were threatening. He tried to grab my arm to prevent me from getting away from him.”
Della felt like she shouldn’t enjoy watching the two officers clean up the mess that was Simon. It seemed cruel. But he’d been plenty cruel to her. The first officer scribb
led down her statement, her student ID number, and her information. Then the two of them took Simon away. Again.
She hoped this really would be the last she saw of him. Crazy or not, it’d be hard for him to miss a hint like this. She wanted nothing to do with him.
“Are you okay?”
Della turned to see one of the onlookers had approached her. A girl about her age.
“I am now,” Della said, meaning it. She felt great.
“You should really take out a restraining order against that guy,” the girl said. “I’ve never seen anyone act like that, but he’s definitely scary.”
