Hold On, Pain Ends

by Shyla Colt

  “How the hell have you kept your v-card looking the way you do?” he asked massaging her through her jeans.

  She lifted her hips and rocked against him. “I-I’m a late bloomer.”

  “Good, then I won’t have to kill motherfuckers for touching what’s mine. When it comes to you, I’m serious as a heart attack. You been saving this for someone?”

  She nods her head. “Y-yes.”

  “Who?” he asked. He pressed his thumb more firmly against her.

  “T-the man I married.”

  “You still want that?” he asked.

  “Not so sure it matters anymore.”

  “Don’t you worry, babe. We can do plenty of other things. Starting with me eating out that tight little pussy that has me starved.” He popped the button on her shorts. “Has anyone ever tasted you before?”

  She shook her head, and he grinned. He was a greedy bastard who wanted her new experiences for himself. “Lift those hips for me,” he urged, easing the jeans over her hips and down her legs. She was beautiful in nothing more than a white tank top, and a pair of silky white panties. The full package would’ve brought him to his knees if he wasn’t already there. He ran his knuckles over the wet spot that ran down her slit and licked his lips.

  Go slow, Clue.

  He hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down her legs, revealing her neatly trimmed glistening lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful babe.”

  Her eyes were wide and full of nervousness.

  He kissed inside of her thigh. “I can’t wait to show you how a goddess like you should be worshiped. Open those pretty thighs for me.”

  She trembled slightly as she complied.

  “That’s it.” He skimmed his hands up her legs, massaging the tension away. He moved his hand up to gather her wetness on his fingers. “So damn wet. I have to taste you.” He held her gaze as he brought his fingers to his mouth. Humming, he sucked down her slick heat. “Grab the headboard and don’t let go.”

  “Nigel.”

  “Trust me, Birdie.” He circled her bundle of nerves. “You’re mine now, and I’m going to take care of you.”

  She whimpered, and her eyelids went to half-mast. She reached over her head, grabbing the metal headboard. Her breasts lifted, and her nipples strained against the material.

  His mouth watered at the thought of sucking the pert peaks into his mouth. He continued to stroke her clit as he rose on his knees and sucked her full breast into his mouth through the material. Her back arched, and he sucked harder. A fresh coat of moisture covered his finger.

  “Oh, Clue.” She thrashed her head from side to side.

  He watched her as he moved back between her legs and licked a path up her slit. Her hips came off the bed, and he pressed her belly down, holding her in place. He penetrated her tight sheath with his tongue and they both cried out. Drunk on her sweetness, he explored every inch of her he could reach. Together, they found a rhythm. She moved her hips in time to his tongue as he continued to stroke her bundle of nerves. Her lips formed a pretty pink O, he wanted to turn red. She chanted his name like a prayer. She flexed her muscles, and he hummed, never taking his eyes off her.

  She was beautiful, flushed faced and wild. With one final roll of his tongue and flick of his finger…she shattered.

  He sipped her like a fine wine and continued to caress her as she came down, shaking and breathing heavily. Placing a kiss on her center. He pulled back, rubbing her thighs.

  “Oh…”

  The wonderment in that one word made him feel like a king. “Did you like that?”

  “Oh, God, yes.” A silly smile lined her lips.

  Clue crawled up on the bed, and wrapped an arm around her waist. This woman was something to hold close and protect at all costs. He ran his fingers down her arm, amazed at the gentleness she brought out in him. “This is just the beginning.” He bent down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and he rejoiced. At this time in his life, he was losing something vital, but gaining something equally important.

  Chapter Five

  BIRDIE

  “What do you mean…you don’t know when you’ll be back Bird? You said it was just for the summer,” her father said over the phone.

  She’d expected this the minute he asked when she’d be heading back to North Carolina. She couldn’t blame him for being wary, given how Ardy had left, but it’d been two years. It was time he got over it. “I know, but then things changed. I got a job.” And a man. She smiled down at Clue, who lounged on her bed.

  Clue got up and went out into the hall.

  “A job? So, you aren’t coming back at all?” The panic in her father’s voice was painful to hear. Her father had always been a family man strove to keep them close-knit and operating the family business. It had to be hard to watch them all chase a different dream. The pub had been something he’d created to not only support them, but be a legacy.

  Maybe Killian will be the one who takes up the mantle for the family business. He is the only son, it’d make sense.

  “Someone needed me. I worked it out with the Hospice. I’ll be here until my assignment is up.”

  Clue walked back into the room and laid back on her bed with a roguish grin.

  Probably longer.

  “How does that even happen? It’s that fucking Demon isn’t it? Does he have you working for him now? It’s okay. You can tell me, and this time I won’t fail my child. I’ll get you out of the situation, whatever the cost.

  “What? Dad, no. You really need to let this grudge you have against him go. He’s a good guy.”

  “Great, you’ve drunk the Kool-Aid too.”

  “I’m not choosing sides.”

  Clue sat up and frowned, inquiring about the situation with his eyes.

  She shook her head.

  “I already lost one of my children to this bullshit. I don’t want to lose another one.”

  He sounded old and tired. It broke her heart. He’d made the mess and had no idea how to go about cleaning it up. “You’re not losing anything. She’s still here. I’m still here. We’re branching out and coming into our own. It’s what we’re supposed to do. I know you wanted us to stay behind and take over the bar, but it was your dream Da, not ours.”

  “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore little girl. We need you down here. Your sister is lost without you.”

  “Well, maybe it’s time she stands alone, so she can grow up,” Birdie said. Always a ‘yes woman’, her newly found freedom had changed her. It was impossible to go back in the box after she had a taste of life on the terms she set for herself without interference from others. Seated on the edge of the bed, she palmed her forehead. I feel a headache coming.

  Clue rubbed her back.

  She muffled a moan as she soaked up the silent support. It amazed her every time he showed sensitivity. It wasn’t what one would expect from a biker. “I love you Da’. I’d do anything for you and the family, but I can’t be somewhere I’m not happy. I existed there, but I didn’t feel any joy.”

  “And New Mexico is some magical world full of happiness?” The bitterness in his voice could turn water to vinegar.

  “For me, yes. Right now, this is where I need to be. You raised me to be a strong woman who thinks for herself. Are you going to be mad at me for using those skills?”

  Her Father sighed. “I love you Birdie. You’ve always had a good head on your shoulders. I feel like this is coming out of left field. It’s not like you, and that concerns me. You got a tender heart, girl. That world you’re playing in is anything but soft.”

  Who says I’m playing? She could envision her father’s I –admit-defeat- face. The imagery took some of the heat out of her anger. He was old-fashioned Catholic. America continued to be a culture shock to him. She understood that, but it didn’t make their upbringing feel any less oppressive. “I’m here with eyes open,” I promise. She leaned back into Clue’s
chest and closed her eyes, inhaling his distinct scent.

  “I don’t want to see you hurt again, Bird. I know what that looks like. When you broke up with that Adrian fellow, you were a wreck for a long time, and that was with us here to support you.”

  She cringed. He had a point. The breakup had knocked her down and she’d had a hard time getting back up. But there was so much more to it than anyone knew. “That was different Dad. It was my first breakup, and finding out you’ve been lied to for a year is hard for anyone to swallow.”

  “You never did explain what happened there,” he said.

  And I never will. “What does it matter now? It’s old news. I’m not thinking about it, and neither should you. I’m stronger for it.” She sighed, stopping her word vomit before she went into a rant. “Listen, I didn’t call you to fight. I wanted to check in and update you on what’s going on.”

  “Thank you for that,” he mumbled.

  “Kiss Mom for me, I’ll talk to you soon.”

  “Bye Birdie.”

  “Bye, Da.” She disconnected and massaged her scalp with her fingertips.

  “You okay?” Clue asked.

  “Yeah, it went how I expected it to.”

  “Let me take your mind off things, then,” Clue said kissing his way down the side of her neck, tickling her with his facial hair.

  She giggled like a preteen and lifted her shoulder to block him. He flicked the spot behind her ear, and all humor fled her body. She wrapped an arm around his neck, and ran her fingers through his thick hair. A groan rumbled in his chest, and she gripped the silken strands and gave a light tug. His hiss became music to her ears. They’d spent many nights learning one another. It’d allowed her to grow comfortable in her own skin. Sexuality had become a playground to be explored, and she had an adventurous partner. Her breasts grew heavy, her nipples hardened. Her panties became soaked.

  “How long do we have until someone comes home?” he asked.

  “All day. Ardy took the kids to the zoo.”

  “Fuck, yes,” Clue said. He cupped her breasts with his large hands.

  She leaned her head back against his shoulder, surrendering her body to his care. He pinched and rolled her pert nipples. Sparks of pleasure shot through her body. She tilted her head back and pulled him down to meet her lips. She sank her teeth into his lower lip. Twisting, she continued her assault with tongue and teeth. “Today I want to make you feel good,” she said. She stood from the bed, released her hair from its ponytail and shook it out.

  His eyes darkened with lust. “You do,” he said licking his lips.

  “Not the way you do for me.” She placed a hand on his chest and pushed gently.

  He fell back allowing her to take control. “You going to show me what I’ve been missing?” he asked. His boyish grin would be adorable, if his eyes weren’t full of dirtiness.

  “Damn straight,” she said. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips.

  “And you’re swearing. My-my-my, Ms. Larkin. I do believe I’m corrupting you,” Clue teased.

  “And you love it,” she said tugging his shirt up. He lifted his arms. She pulled it over his head, tossing it behind her as she relished the wild abandon. His cut hung inside her closet, so everything else was subject to be man handled. She skimmed her fingers across his firm chest, leaving goose bumps in her wake. She leaned down and twirled her tongue around a stiff peak.

  He moaned.

  “I think you like that as much as I do,” she said. His skin was salty and savory. The decadent flavor danced on her tongue. He was an exquisite meal she wanted to take her time with. The bulge in his pants boosted her confidence as she continued her exploration. This man had given her the world. How could she not want to return some of that? She pinched his opposite nipples. He bucked his hips, and she ground into him.

  “Shit, girl.”

  She released him with a loud pop, and dug her nails into his shoulders. He liked a little pain with his pleasure and she was more than happy to oblige. “I’m a fast learner.”

  “Yes, you are.” His eyes were on fire as they bored into hers.

  She kissed her way down his body while also biting his skin lightly. The sight of her teeth marks on his tan flesh pleased her. She caught the firm flesh of his stomach between her teeth and tugged lightly. His breath came in shaky puffs off air that had her wetter than the ocean. The power he’d given her to wield made her high. She licked the skin around his waistline. She pulled back, rocking her hips.

  He groaned.

  She popped the top button of his pants, and pulled down the zipper. She worked his pants down, never breaking their locked gaze. His cock stood at attention, giving her an eight-inch, veiny salute. She gripped his base. His dick twitched. She traced up the blue line that ran up the right side of his dick, and circled his mushroom shaped head with the tip of her tongue. Pearly beads rolled from his slit. She gathered them like a treasure hunter.

  “Shit, Birdie.”

  She smirked and continued to tease his head as she stroked him. He thrust his hips in time with her. She admired the beauty of his body. He was all angles and lean muscle. She took him into her mouth.

  He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling it away from her face. “Let me see you. I want to watch you take my dick.”

  The naughty words spread heat through her body. She liked the things he said and did to her.

  “You are so damn beautiful with your mouth on me like that.”

  She hollowed her cheeks and took him as deep as she could. His tip touched the back of her throat, and she gaged, recovering as she adjusted.

  “That’s it, take all that dick.”

  She bobbed her head. His lids lowered and he licked his lips.

  She moaned.

  “Shit. I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. Open wide for me.” He pulled her hair tight.

  The pressure had her tittering on the edge. He thrust into her mouth. She breathed through her nose, and relaxed her throat. She liked it when he used her for his pleasure. She gripped his thighs, digging her fingers into his flesh.

  “Shit, yes. Gonna come, baby.” He pumped a few more times and a hot stream of liquid spilled down her throat.

  She struggled to swallow it all, like a good girl. He pulled out and she stuck out her tongue showing him what was left before she swallowed it.

  “Holy fuck, I love how into this you are.” He pulled her close and kissed her exploring her mouth with his tongue. Most men would balk at the oral intimacy after getting head, but not Clue.

  It turned her on. His openness and penchant for kink had led to a wicked education.

  “You know I’m not done with you, right?”

  “I was counting on it,” she said, breathlessly.

  He laughed. “Eager little minx. Clothes off, on the bed on your back.”

  She moved swiftly, ripping off her clothes. Unashamed of her body, she walked over and climbed into bed. This man had helped her grow in so many ways. She lay down on her back and turned to at him.

  He palmed his half-mast cock. “Do you remember the toy we bought?” he asked.

  Her mouth went dry. “Yes,” she said quietly.

  “I’m going to use it now.” He walked over to the dresser and pulled out the black bed bondage kit.

  She chewed on the inside of her cheek. Her stomach clenched, and her body hummed with excitement. She forced herself to remain still as he slid the wrist and ankle restrained beneath the mattress. At the end of the bed, he circled her ankle with his large hand. The warmth from his hand seared her. He slid the soft cuff around her ankles and ran his hands up her body. She shivered.

  “I love your lush body. It’s so ripe and ready for me.” He grabbed her wrist and cuffed her. “You doing okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “What’s the safe word?”

  “Stop.”

  Pleased, he cuffed her other wrist.

  Bound and exposed she waited anxiously for
his next move.

  He pulled out the black bag.

  Her heart leapt in her chest, and her mouth went as dry as the Mojave. What’s he going to pick?

  “There are so many things I want to do to you right now. I think we’ll leave it up to luck.” He reached in the bag and pulled out a small red device. “The sex gods must be smiling on me. They know how much I love to taste your pretty pussy.” He pressed the toy. A hum filled the room.

  She shifted her weight, looking for relief from the throbbing between her legs.

  “Let’s test this out.” He pressed the vibrator to her clit.

  “Oh, God.” She bucked off the bed. The restraints held tight.

  He removed it and she whimpered. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to take care of you.” He slipped his tongue into the tongue vibrator and went to his knees.

  The first flick of his tongue chased by pulsing had her arching her back. His hot, clever tongue combined with the pulsation made her eyes roll in the back of her head and her toes curl. She gripped the sheets, riding his face as he gripped her thighs. One big bundle of need and desire, she rode the waves of pleasure as the pressure built inside. His tongue drove deep inside her and she couldn’t help but imagine how good his cock would feel. The image of him thrusting himself inside her pushed her over the edge. She cried out, shaking as she came.

  CLUE

  He hated this room with its sterile white walls, bats on the windows, and stainless steel tables. The navy chairs were made of uncomfortable plastic, and to top it off, he always felt naked without his cut. The search required before entrance did nothing to help his black mood.

  The door opened and his father filed in.

  He normally came by once a month, but with his mother’s sickness, he’d been seeing less and less of Wild.

  Wild came to stand beside him and stood still while they unshackled him. He sank into the seat across from him. There was more gray in his long mane. It stood out against the garish orange jumper. He looked lean, but not ill. His upper torso and arms were huge. Which was the norm, when Wild did time. There wasn’t much to do other than work out and keep your nose clean if you wanted to get out on time.