Rip's Baby: Hounds of Hades MC

by Nicole Fox

  I got up slowly, walked around the table and sat down in his lap, my legs draped across him like I was riding sidesaddle as I put my arms around his neck. “This along the right track?” I asked.

  “Something like that,” he replied as his big, gnarled hand, with all its cuts and scrapes across the knuckles, slipped beneath my shirt and rubbed across my side. His callouses brushed across my skin, making me tremble with anticipation. He leaned in as he pulled me to him, kissing me hard.

  I opened my mouth to his tongue, loving the way he tasted. Just like I remembered. A hint of mint, a hint of beer, all sex and heat.

  He growled into my mouth as I locked my lips around his tongue, sucked it into my mouth, and brushed my teeth over it. He kissed me back hard after he got it back, biting my lip.

  We continued to make out, his hands roaming over my body, leaving trails of fire behind them. He pulled my shirt off my body, and his hands brushed over my flat tummy, over the front of my bra.

  “It's a front clasp,” I offered as our lips parted.

  “Easy access,” he said, his teeth and lips finding my neck as his fingers released my breasts.

  His lips and tongue sent a tremor through me, drenching my sex immediately. I groaned, craning my neck to the side, giving him more of the access he seemed to crave. I rubbed a hand up and down the back of his neck, my nails lightly teasing the nape.

  He slipped his big, powerful hand over my breast, his rough palm teasing my nipples as he moved in circles before covering them entirely.

  Pleasure moved through me like the waves from a rock being tossed into a pond, gentle little swells of ecstasy. I arched my back, pushing more of myself into his hand.

  Suddenly, though, he grabbed me tight and pulled his mouth from my neck and shoulders. Without warning he stood up from the chair, carrying me in his arms like I was light as a feather. He took me over to the bed, gently laid me down on it, then took his boots off and stood back up to begin taking his shirt off.

  I slipped the bra straps over my shoulders, tossing it away as I enjoyed the show. I licked my lips as I looked up at him.

  God, he was hot. Tattoos covered his chest, an anchor on one side, a skull on the other. A tattoo and a heart, with the word Mother stenciled inside. His abs were like a washboard, ribbed and hard looking, veins covering his muscles. Bruises were all over his torso, already black and blue. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen a man so sexy. He should have been modeling underwear instead of playing poker back at that dive bar.

  And I got him all to myself, I realized. I licked my lips as my eyes trailed down his body, my eyes settling on the huge package in the front.

  “Come here,” he said with that voice of authority he'd had on the road earlier in the evening, one hand out and beckoning to me.

  As if in a daze, I sat up and spun my legs around, hanging them off the edge of the bed as I took a seat right in front of him. I looked up at him and swallowed.

  He cupped my cheek with his hand and brushed his thumb over my skin. “Take it out,” he ordered, his voice husky and low.

  My eyes still fixated on his, I began to undo his belt, my hands going through the motions as if they were on autopilot.

  He looked down at me, his hand still stroking my cheek.

  My mouth fell open. I licked my lips as I found the button on his jeans and undid it with one hand. With the other I stroked his bulge through the denim, loving how it felt under my hand.

  He groaned, his eyes closing a little, his breath coming faster.

  I pulled down the zipper, tugging the tab slowly so it barely crept down the teeth, torturing him with anticipation.

  He breathed faster, his tongue flicking across his lips as I tugged his jeans and his boxer briefs down over his hips. I had my first look at his swollen member, and it was as thick and manly as I'd imagined when he'd slammed it into me earlier in the night. A pearly drop of excitement sat at the end, just begging for me to lick it off.

  I finished getting his jeans down, leaving them pooled around his ankles. My mouth was watering as I looked at his hard length, wondering if I could fit my lips around it.

  He stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. “Suck me,” he ordered.

  My pussy soaked itself at his commanding tone. I leaned forward, happy to comply, and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. My eyes still on his, I slithered my tongue out, licked the drop of his pre-cum from the tip, and began to swirl it around his big, purple crown.

  He threw his head back and groaned as I took him in my mouth. I sucked lightly on just the tip and stroked the shaft with my hand. “Goddamn,” he growled. “Your mouth is amazing.”

  I smiled around him as I took a little more in my mouth, loving the feel and smell of him. He was so manly, so hard and soft at the same time, and his fragrance filled my nose. I'd never been much for going down on guys, but something about Ford just made me want to open my mouth and beg for it.

  His hand came up, his fingers brushing through my hair as I bobbed my head on his shaft, taking more of him in my mouth. His hips began to move as he moaned louder, more insistently.

  I pulled back a little, pursed my lips together, then pushed them back down over his head, taking his shaft as deep as I could before I gagged. I flicked my tongue along the bottom side of his shaft as I slid him from my mouth, then did it all over again, my fingers wrapped around him trailing along behind the whole time.

  From the way his hips thrust forward, I could tell he loved it.

  And since he did, I did, too. There was something about pleasuring a man like this. Even though I didn't really enjoy it all the time, it was nice to know how much enjoyment they were getting. I reached up between his leg, grabbed his balls, and hefted them in my hand, loving how full they felt even after the hard fucking he'd given me earlier.

  “Damn, Micah,” he groaned, his fingers lightly brushing a stray curl from my face. “You're amazing at this. I've never had one this good.”

  I took him from my mouth and smiled up at him, one hand slowly stroking up and down his shaft as I massaged him with the other. “It's ’cause I'm enjoying the job,” I purred, dipping my lips back down and taking him deeper in my mouth, the head pressing all the way to the back of my throat.

  “Enjoying it, huh?” he asked, his hands tightening in my curls, pulling a little.

  My pussy seemed to light on fire as he took control of my head, as he pulled my hair. I groaned around his shaft as it filled my mouth. Suddenly, I felt like a dirty slut, and I realized I liked being one. At least for him. I looked at him, nodding, my eyes watering.

  He pushed more of his cock into my mouth, forcing it deeper. I took my hand from his shaft and unsnapped my jeans, stuffing it down the front of pants, desperately seeking my clit. I just wanted to get off, to release some of this tension with a little bit of pleasure.

  “No,” he barked, his hips still moving as he held my head in place. “Get your hands out of your jeans. I didn't say you could play with yourself, did I?”

  I whimpered around his cock, even as it continued to slide in and out, past my lips, but I took my hand from my jeans. I just wanted to be touched, to get off, to feel the pleasure he'd given me earlier in the evening. I knew, though, that he'd take care of me, just like he had before.

  “Not yet,” he said, stroking my face, wiping some of the saliva from my chin with his thumb, “but soon.” He grabbed the back of my head, beginning to pull me onto his mouth. “I'm close, Micah.”

  I didn't care that my jaw hurt. I just cared that he was about to get off. I took over from him, his heavy balls slapping me in the chin as I gagged myself on his giant manhood. I reached around behind him, grabbed his cheeks, and pulled him farther into my mouth. I looked up just as his whole body tensed, and he began to fill my mouth.

  “Oh, fuck!” he groaned, stopping for a moment, his face becoming a mask of pleasure, his mouth open, his eyes squinted shut. “Oh, Jesus,” he gasped.

  I n
ever swallowed. I did for him, though. I swallowed as much as I could, sucking hard on him, milking him for more. He tasted sweet and salty, just amazing, and I wanted more of him.

  As he began to deflate in my mouth, he pulled himself from my mouth with a shudder of pleasure. “Goddamn,” he groaned, still trying to catch his breath as he lowered himself and kissed me hard. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, and I groaned.

  A guy who wouldn't kiss you afterward wasn't a man at all.

  He pushed me back on the bed without a word. “Now, babe, it's your turn.” He reached down and grabbed the bottom of my pants legs.

  I lifted my ass off the bed, panting in excitement as he yanked my jeans off my body, leaving me mostly naked in this strange motel room.

  He stripped my pants from me, tossed them aside, then grabbed hold of my legs and dragged me to the edge of the bed.

  I yelped in surprise as my ass almost went over, and he dropped between my legs. I could feel his hot breath on my damp sex, and I just knew I was going to love what was coming.

  He roughly threw my leg over his shoulder and dipped his mouth down to me, then began licking in big, long strokes, splitting my lips with each one as he gripped my thigh roughly, hard enough to leave black and blue reminders for tomorrow.

  I threw my head back, my whole body going rigid, my hips lifting and grinding against his mouth as he found my clit and began to tease. My whole body was alight with pleasure, a warm, golden glow seeming to spread throughout me. I shuddered, my whole body arching as I dug my heel into his shoulder blade, urging him on.

  Ford took my urgings seriously! He sucked my lips between his, slid his tongue deep inside me, and flicked the tip just above my clit.

  I moaned louder, my hands finding the back of his head and pulling him deeper.

  He lifted his mouth from my sex. “Hands above you,” he commanded. “Or you get a spanking.”

  I nodded fervently as I took my hands from his head and put them over me, gripping me the sheets. I thrust my sex into his mouth, grinding my lips into his.

  He slipped two fingers inside me and found my g-spot, rubbing across it like a pro.

  I screamed as my body seemed to float off the bed, my body contorting immediately as the world went up in an atom bomb of pleasure. I ground my heel into his hard back, my upper body twisting as I writhed at the end of his electric, practically sparking, tongue. “Fuck!” I moaned. “Ford, please, fuck me!”

  He wasn't done with me yet, though. He continued to lick and suck, to nibble and please me.

  Every stroke of his tongue seemed to set off a new wildfire in me, and I was lost in the waves of orgasmic bliss as I writhed under him. Still, though, I was sure to keep my hands above my head, to keep my fingers twisted in the sheet. Another orgasm washed over me, sending my thighs quaking, my stomach twisting as I nearly sat up off the bed.

  Finally, after what seemed like a century of lustful cunnilingus, he rose from between my legs, his cock hard again as it brushed against my thigh.

  I looked up at him, my vision blurry from the passion, gasping as I reached out.

  He looked down on me, his eyes full of dominance and ownership. Everything he surveyed in this room, he owned. And I knew that included me. With our eyes still locked, he grabbed both my legs and lifted them, putting my ankles over my shoulder.

  My mouth fell open as he leaned down over me, pushing my knees back to my chest, sliding his cock home. I threw my head back, an earth-shattering moan of pleasure coming from my lips and splitting the air as he sheathed himself inside me. “Oh, Ford!” I nearly screamed as his cock slid across my g-spot, just as his fingers had.

  He grunted loudly as he planted his hands on either side of my head, his hips thrusting into me. “You like this, don't you?” he panted, his lips inches from mine. “You like getting fucked by a man who can throw you around the room and make you do what he wants.”

  The fact that I could smell myself on him made it even more intense. My eyes rolled back in my head, another orgasm ripping through me, my body aching under his not-so-tender attention. I thrust my hips up, meeting each of his thrust with a grind of my hips, the base of his sex rubbing against my clitoris with each movement.

  He crushed my lips with his, thrusting his tongue into my mouth again as he pounded into me, his heavy balls slapping my ass with each stroke.

  I screamed around his mouth, my body just one continual string of intense experience, no beginning and no end to my orgasm. Just a tsunami that threatened to drown me in the massive, incomprehensible wave of pleasure as he hit my g-spot over and over again.

  He growled as he bit my lip, his hips speeding up.

  I knew he was close, and I wanted him to fill me again.

  “Come on, Ford,” I growled as his lips broke away from me. “Fuck me harder. Cum for me.”

  He drove me into the mattress, his cock stretching me and finding new, untouched places deep inside me. Soon, his whole body tensed against, shaking against mine as he roared, his body seeming to explode within me.

  We looked into each other’s eyes, both of us clinging together, the sweat dripping from our bodies as we groaned and panted. I felt him filling me, my body milking him with each stroke as he began to move again.

  We kissed again, this time more deeply, more intensely, like old lovers who'd just found each other again. I plunged my tongue into his mouth, licking desperately at him as his hips began to slow, savoring the way my musky flavors mixed with his own.

  Finally, we broke apart, our bodies exhausted and sated.

  “Wow,” I gasped, my chest still heaving, the air cool against my sweat-dappled skin.

  “Jesus,” he agreed, collapsing on to the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. “Fuck, that was intense.”

  I snuggled up into his strong arms and kissed his chest once more. He held me like that for a while, and a comfortable silence seemed to grow up around us, spreading into the world and pushing to the edge of the room. It settled over us and held us in its embrace, just as we held each other.

  After a little while, he awoke me from my dozing and helped me beneath the covers of the bed. “First thing in the morning,” he whispered as he pulled me into his strong arms again, “we'll head to the Mansion to get Kessa. Okay?”

  I nodded into his chest, my eyes drooping as his warmth enveloped me. I felt safe in his arms, for some reason, even though I knew I shouldn't. But it's impossible to tell the body to not feel something. On occasion, it just does what it wants. And tonight, my body wanted to be held close and tight, just as much as it wanted to be fucked hard and long.

  Soon, I was back asleep, dreams of my past, and nightmares from the Mansion, filling my vision. Kessa's face being cut open, the blood pouring down her face. I fought against Daddy in the dreams, sometimes, but he slapped me down and turned the knife on me. I screamed for Ford's help, but he never came.

  Somehow, I knew in real life that wouldn't be the case. Ford would be by my side, if only for the money in Daddy's safe.

  I'd learned that, sometimes, financial ties could be just as reassuring and unbreakable as romantic ones.

  Chapter Eight

  Ford

  I woke with a start. “Huh?” I asked, looking around, my naked body immediately on edge.

  My eyes finally focused on Micah in the dim, cool light of the fresh morning, looking just as beautiful as the first time I'd seen her. She was already fully dressed and slipping back into the hotel room as quietly as she could.

  “Morning, sleepyhead,” she chirped, climbing onto the bed.

  I wiped a hand down my face. “What time is it?” I asked as I propped myself up in bed on one elbow.

  “A little before eight,” she said, her hand resting on top of the covers, just over my thigh.

  I immediately felt a stirring below at her hand's pressure, but I pushed the thought away. As intense at last night had been, we had things to do today, like get Micah back to her
pimp. Last night hadn't changed a damn thing.

  I wasn't sure whether to believe her about the money in the safe. Maybe it was there, maybe it wasn't. Perhaps she knew how to get into it, and perhaps she didn't. Neither mattered to me, because neither was a guaranteed payday. Her sweet little ass going back to Daddy Williams, though? That sure as fuck was.

  And, from her performance last night, I could see precisely why. She was like a fucking banshee between the sheets, a regular little hellion that could push back just as hard as she took it. No, a woman like Micah didn't just drop into your lap every day. No, sir. She was lightning in a bottle; that was damn sure.

  My only regret in this whole thing was that I was going to have to give her up.