by A. J. Downey
“Can I take you like this?” he asked and I appreciated so much that he did. I pushed to my hands and knees and arched my back.
“God yes, I want you inside of me,” I moaned and he chuckled a little.
“Don’t have to tell me twice, Beautiful.”
His hands gripped my hips, thumbs smoothing over my back, just above my ass and I moaned, pressing back to find him. His hands disappeared and I heard the wrapper crinkle for the condom and my pussy gave a needy little pleasure filled throb. Ghost lined himself up and pressed into me slowly and I groaned. He filled me out so perfectly from this angle, I loved it. He was just so right, and he moved slowly at first and when I felt him flush against my body I mourned just a little, it felt like he was almost there to touching the secret place deep inside me but that he was just shy of it. I moaned and thrust back onto him in hopes that it would make up the difference.
I knew that if he went to town, took me roughly this way; that it would be absolutely fucking amazing but Ghost was trying to kill me, or at least torture me and he was doing a damned fine job of riling me up because, Oh. My. God. Just when I thought the torture he was dishing out couldn’t possibly be any sweeter he spoke.
“God Shelly, you feel so good!” his voice was pitched low and deep and I swear to god his words turned me on and turned me up two or three degrees hotter and I wasn’t above fucking begging at this point.
“Derek..!” I gasped.
“What is it Honey?” he asked and the fucking bastard! I could hear the smirk in his voice. He knew exactly what he was doing to me!
“Harder!” I cried.
“Harder? Now why would I want to do that? Hmmm? Maybe I like taking your pussy soft and slow like this. I mean Christ, you have no idea how amazing you feel wrapped around my cock,” he pulled back on my hips and thrust just a little bit harder to punctuate his sentence and oh holy hell he had me, he had me right fucking there. I mean a few more thrusts like that and I would be coming apart at the seams and I wanted that, I wanted it so bad I couldn’t even say…
“Oh God yeah!” I cried and tried to meet him for his next thrust but he held himself back just enough from making the same impact.
“Ask me nicely,” he said and I could almost hear the devilish grin. I gasped slightly indignant.
“You are so not going to make me beg!” I cried. He thrust harder and I gasped. I was so wet, it felt so good! I arched my back, low to the mattress and prayed he would do it again.
“Come on baby, ask me nicely and I’ll give you what you want, I’ll make it good for you I promise, all you have to do is ask,” he smoothed his hands up my back, so warm against my cool flesh and I shuddered. I wanted to come so bad but I’d never had someone demand that I ask for it.
“Please, Ghost, harder!” I tried and he was an insufferable shit.
“Nope, you gotta tell me exactly what you want. I wanna hear it Shelly,” I could tell he wanted to thrust harder as much as I wanted him to.
“Please Derek, fuck me harder!?” I tried and then I had to yelp when his hand came down in a stinging slap against my ass. Ow! Fuck me that hurt!
“Not fucking you Shelly, that shit’s impersonal and I’m very much feeling it. What do you need Baby? Tell me,” he stroked into me sure and perfect and maddeningly kept me just on that edge. I needed just a little bit more, a little bit deeper, God why wouldn’t he just… and then it dawned on me.
The dirty manipulative, insufferable!!! I stiffened and was about to get pissed off but then he gave it to me just a little bit harder and I cried out, he eased back off after just a couple of strokes and my triumphant cry turned into a frustrated wail.
“God! I need you to thrust harder! I need to come, please Derek! Please make me come!” he stroked into me harder and it was almost perfect, it was so much closer and felt so good but he was still purposefully missing that mark, I felt that heavy sensation in my pussy, the one that foretold an orgasm was building, a big one, one of those earth shattering soul melting orgasms and I wanted it, I wanted to feel good so badly and to forget how crazy and awful my day had started out. I felt my body tighten around him as he pressed into me and I was close, so close and I told him as much,
“Oh God I’m close, I’m so close!” his hands smoothed up my back and he faltered just a bit but then those beautiful hands of his closed around my arms just above the elbow and he pulled back and oh my fucking God it was the most intense and exquisite thing I had ever felt in my life! It was as if he were going so deep inside me there was no way to tell where I left off and where he began. Usually being taken from behind felt great, Hell it felt awesome and just plain really, really good but it had never felt really intimate.
This though, this felt incredibly intimate, incredibly close and oh-my-god amazing. It was rough, it was so much pleasure it twisted and almost, almost became pain but I didn’t have time to choose which side of the dividing line I fell on because I was falling apart beneath him, crying out, screaming through one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. I felt him shove tightly into me and spill, twitching into the condom that separated us and for the first time ever I was disappointed that there was a barrier between me and a partner. I wanted so badly for us to be skin on skin in that particular moment.
I collapsed on my stomach, chest heaving with panting breath and felt his forehead come to rest between my shoulders. He’d slipped from my body and I mourned the loss of the intimate contact keenly. He sat up with a groan and breath sawing in and out of his chest in a cadence to match mine, I heard rather than saw him strip the condom from himself and a second later heard it hit the trashcan liner.
“Turn over for me Princess?” he asked and his voice, uneven along with his breathing, was so sweet to my ear I didn’t think I just complied. He knelt between my thighs, his eyes lovely dark and deep with desire and he shook his head. “I’m sorry, I need more. I need more of you, can you take some more?” he asked.
I felt my head nodding even while my brain was still trying to catch up. Wait? He was already ready for a round two? Was that what he was saying? It hadn’t even been five minutes! Sure enough that was exactly what he was saying because he was already rolling on a fresh condom and the sight of it made my body throb and fizzle with aftershocks and excitement. I didn’t get to think about it though, because he was bending over me, sliding inside me and his lips were pressing hungrily to my own before I could form any more coherent thought.
My legs wound unbidden around his lean hips, my arms around the tight swell of his shoulders and I clung to him as he moved in and out of me with sure even strokes. He was going for another long and slow build and I was okay with that because I never wanted it to end at this point. I drank of Derek’s soul through our kiss and let him have his fill of mine and loved that he could do this to me. That he could make me feel with his touch and his kiss; that it wasn’t about the physical with him. He looked at me and I saw a deep understanding in the depths of his eyes. He saw me, every last sharp and gnarly bit and there wasn’t one iota of indifference in his stare. Just complete acceptance. He accepted every part of me and that rocked me to my core.
I kissed him with a renewed vigor, finally understanding. He’d waited for me, for this to happen. He’d waited so patiently and so not so patiently for me and he’d waited for a very long time. Since he’d first laid eyes on me, God! Well over two years ago now. As he pressed deep into my body, touching off pleasure in nerves I wasn’t even aware I possessed, I wondered how I ever missed it. How I could have been so blind to it, but my thoughts, they still weren’t sticking, and as Derek rocked into my body and kissed me with a feverish passion I had only ever dreamed someone would hold for me, I was okay with that. I was content to simply let this man love me and to let myself be his and belong and God it was all I ever wanted! I belonged to someone. Finally, I really belonged and was completely, one hundred percent accepted by this man for who I was and all he wanted was for me to be me and to be his.
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It was as if Ghost read my mind because he looked deep into my eyes and asked me, voice barely above a murmur, tone beseeching, “Tell me you’re mine?”
I smiled serenely and told him the truth, “I’m yours Ghost. I’m really yours,” he bowed his head as if it were the sweetest music he’d ever heard and he kissed me and everything crystalized and snapped into place and I have never felt like I was in such perfect harmony as I did right then, with him, and I swear by everything, I never wanted anyone else ever again because there wasn’t another man on the planet that could compare. Not with this, not with him, not with my Old Man, Ghost.
Chapter 20
Ghost…
She looked so peaceful when she slept this time. Her head resting against my chest, I watched her and marveled. Something was different about her after this last round of love making. I wasn’t sure what, but I was totally cool with it. We’d both fallen into a blissed out coma after finishing and now that the day was deepening on into dusk I realized that neither of us had eaten. I was starving and in the middle of a pretty hardcore debate with myself on if I should wake her when those gorgeous sapphire eyes of hers opened up and pinned me with their jewel bright gaze.
“Hey,” her voice was soft and husky with sleep and I felt my cock stir beneath the sheet. I resolutely told it to get down, I didn’t think my thighs could take any more of a work out, but her voice interrupted my thoughts.
“What’s wrong?” her brow wrinkled with concern and I laughed.
“You’re so damned beautiful, like a fucking angel when you sleep,” I said and she blushed faintly her eyes slipping shut in pure bliss. I didn’t want to get sidetracked from the immediate need so I cleared my throat and asked her, “You hungry?”
“Starving now that you mention it.”
“I don’t have anything except beer in the fridge. Not much sense in me cooking for one, so uh, yeah… Up to you, what do you want to do?” I watched her carefully and she smiled a little sadly.
“Damn. I don’t really want to leave the house, but I bet you there is plenty left at the club house, I mean Ashton had us cook enough to feed an army. Not sure what would be open the day after Thanksgiving, at least not restaurant wise,” I smiled at her.
“Club it is,” I said. She leaned up carefully and brought her lips to mine, tentatively like she wasn’t sure it was okay. I returned her kiss and tried very hard not to get so turned on I had to take her again.
“You good?” I asked her and she smiled at me.
“I’m good. Not sure I’ll ever walk correctly again but I’m good,” I laughed.
“Up you go Princess, I’m starving too.”
We dressed comfortably and she took a couple of minutes to smooth down her platinum blonde hair in the bathroom mirror. She looked stunning in just jeans and a tee but it wasn’t warm enough for that and the thin sweater she had on the day before, while comfortable looking… no. Just no. I pulled down my Marine Corps black hoodie out of the closet and held it out to her. She smiled and lit up and pulled it on. It was way oversized on her thin frame but she looked good.
“Thanks,” she murmured and I nodded.
We went out to my pickup truck and I loved that she took my hand in hers on the short walk from the door. I opened up the door for her and she let me help her up into the cab. I smiled.
“Thanks,” I said and she blushed.
“I like your hands on me,” she admitted and I could see it cost her some effort to admit her feelings out loud. She searched my face, a little anxiety in her eyes. I stepped up onto the runner and ducked into the cab to kiss her. She was trying. She was trusting me, but she was still afraid some dick comment was going to fly out of my mouth and hurt her. I could read her like a book sometimes but only when she let me and she was letting me. Something about our last round of intimacy had opened her up and I needed to show her it was okay to be that way. That it was safe for her to be her around me.
“I like my hands on you Shelly,” I murmured against her mouth and she smiled.
“I need to feed your other appetites. I can’t have my ol’ man getting as skinny as me,” and I swear to God her words made my heart swell to three times its size with elation in my chest, pressing hard to the inside of my ribcage almost to the point of pain. She’d called me her Old Man. I backed out of her personal space reluctantly, grinning like a god damned fool and went around to the driver’s side. I drove us to the club on cloud nine and we talked on the way. Mostly about inane things that didn’t really matter, but now wasn’t the time for any heavy shit.
It was a Friday night but surprisingly fairly sedate in the front room when we arrived. There were three brothers at a table cleaning their guns, talking quietly. Chandra came out of the kitchen with a heaping plate and a smile like the cat that ate the canary.
“Was wondering when you two were going to show,” she smiled at Shelly, “Plenty left in the kitchen, Baby… you’d better eat something.” Shelly laughed.
“Sort of why we’re here. He doesn’t keep food in the house. Plenty of beer though,” Chandra rolled her eyes.
“Pffft! Just like a man,” she said and walked back towards, presumably Doc’s room. Shelly giggled and I pulled her closer into my side.
“I’ll fix us some plates,” she kissed me quick and spun out of my grasp and sashayed that sweet ass of hers into the kitchen. I went over and pulled out a chair at the table of brothers and spun it around so I could straddle it. I hung off the back of the chair nonchalantly and watched for a second as they cleaned their guns. There was no smell of fresh gunpowder hanging in the air, so they weren’t recently fired. I raised an eyebrow at Blue and Duracell and looked over to Zeb.
“Getting ready for a party?” I asked.
“Got some info on The Suicide Cunts,” Zeb said in his rich New Zealand accent.
“There gonna be trouble?” I brought out my Glock which Shelly and I had fired, Jesus! Just yesterday, and began to disassemble it. Blue, a fair skinned dude with gray eyes the color of dirty window glass, shoved some of the cleaning supplies in my direction wordlessly. He blew a lock of his medium brown hair out of his eyes and went back to plunging the depths of his barrel, the white wad of cleaning cloth blackening quickly.
“Trouble for them,” Duracell smiled and it wasn’t friendly. His light eyes glimmered wickedly.
“Oh yeah, what’s going on?” I’d been out of the loop and buried in Shelly and had apparently missed a lot. Wouldn’t trade the time I’d spent with her for anything though.
“Yo, Ghost!” Trig called from the open chapel door way. I looked up from my task and caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Shelly stood with two plates of food, she’d been making her way over. Trig smiled at her.
“When you finish eating and doing what ‘cher doin’ get in here,” Trigger said and disappeared back into the glass fishbowl, which is exactly what it was. Wire reinforced glass, it had been an overlook spot for the juvie’s cafeteria when it had been in operation.
“Sure thing,” I told his retreating back and he waved over his shoulder, shutting the door tight behind him.
I caught a glimpse of Dray and Reaver bent over the table, a roll of paper… a map or blueprint or something big like that, sprawled over its top. Something was up but when I looked at Shelly, her expression was a mix of troubled and fearful. I went back to work on my handgun, finishing what I’d started while she pulled a smaller two seater table near and set up places for us to eat. She didn’t comment about what I was doing, didn’t nag me to come eat before my food got cold or any of that. She simply sat nearby and ate her food silently, waiting for me to come join her. It was so unlike Shelly it worried me to a small degree.
“What’s the matter Princess?” I asked her.
“Nothing,” she said, but the pointed look she gave me said otherwise but it also screamed ‘don’t be dense’ and so I let it go for now.
I finished cleaning my gun and reassembled it. Zeb passed me a box of
ammo and I reloaded the magazine Shelly had emptied the day before and let the loaded spare ride in the gun. Once the spare magazine was at capacity I shoved it into my hip pocket and tucked the gun in the back of my waistband and joined my woman for a meal. I was a little surprised, she’d loaded my plate with pretty much all my favorites and left off the green beans of which I wasn’t a fan.
“Good?” she asked as I took my second big mouthful. I nodded and tried to slow down. I was eating like I was back in the Corps and pounding sand. When you took meals over there you never knew how long you would go between ‘em or if it would be your last so you tended to scarf them. The tension in the club was like that now. Like we were heading into hostile territory and were preparing for a firefight. I felt myself scowl for a second and caught Shelly smiling at me a little sadly.
“Feel it too?” she asked softly. I nodded and kept eating.
“Hey Runt, give us the floor?” Reaver asked from the chapel doorway. Shelly looked up and whatever she saw on her cousin’s face, which admittedly was undecipherable and a total mystery to me, made her arch an eyebrow and then go very somber. She picked up her plate and wordlessly ghosted back to the kitchen. I frowned hard.
“What the fuck am I missing here Reaver? She’s not acting like herself at all and it’s starting to freak me out a little,” Reaver dropped into the chair Shelly had vacated and sighed.
“Shelly knows what’s what. Atmosphere around here is what it was like before the club went legit.”
“I feel you. Just what the fuck is going on?” I asked. I didn’t stop eating, I was fucking hungry.
“Suicide Kings did us wrong. We took retribution, they got butt hurt and have been doing these penny-ante strikes and feints. Well they’ve been messing with the big dogs and we haven’t bitten back yet,” he leaned back in his seat and raised his eyebrows.
