by Xyla Turner
“Oh, Bronx,” I moaned into the pillow. “Fuck me.”
He went faster, harder and even added a finger to my already tight hole.
“Shay.” He whimpered. “Fuck, baby. I’m coming.”
Heat suddenly hit my back as he was on me and still moving but his fingers were no longer in my ass, but gripping my breast.
“Shay, sweetheart,” he mumbled. “Fuckkk.”
His weight pushed my body further into the bed as he fell, then he rolled off of me.
“God,” I uttered between my panting breaths.
“Shit,” Bronx muttered as he pulled my body into his. “You’re a fucking wildcat.”
“Hmm.”
“Ten minutes and we go again and this time; that virgin ass.” He slapped me on the thigh. “Is mine.”
I pushed my butt further back into his crotch indicating my response and closed my eyes. Sure enough, as I was about to drift off, I heard him in my ear, “On your knees.”
Oh God.
Bronx lubricated my ass, tested out three of his fingers, causing my body to be on red-alert as my nipples were hard and my pussy was wet. Then finally, he pushed inside of my forbidden hole and stroked me to right to sleep. At first, it was painful, but the more he spread me open for him, the better it felt and the harder I came.
When my eyes opened again, they were met with Bronx’s brown eyes.
“Morning, Kitten,” he said cheerfully.
“Morning,” I grumbled.
He laughed.
“Yeah, how could I forget? Not a morning person. Coffee, four sugars and light.” Bronx rattled off.
“Uh, how'd you know?” I asked as I turned my wrist around to stretch it against any cramps.
“Just because I wasn't with you, doesn't mean I wasn't paying attention.” He replied as he pulled me in and kissed me on the forehead. “Do what you got to do and I'll get your breakfast and coffee ready?”
He kissed me again and rolled out of bed naked as the day he was born. Rock hard cock, chiseled chest, tight thighs and that looked like breakfast to me.
Fifteen minutes later I was downstairs staring at pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage links.
And a huge mug of coffee.
My favorites.
“Sit,” he said.
I found my body obeying the command, which was weird. It reminded me of what Kylie said when Razor got all alpha on her, and she would do it.
We chalked it up to he's a good lover and she wanted more. Now, I'd say that because Bronx was an excellent lover, oh my fucking God, yes but only he could command and demand me to do anything. It wasn't clear why yet.
“You sore anywhere?” He asked.
“A little, but it's a good sore.”
“Was I ever too rough?”
“Uh, no.” I laughed. “I'm a big girl; I can take it.”
My breakfast was nearly done, and my coffee was gone by the time his check-in questions started.
He rose to clear off the table with a pair of red mesh shorts.
I came up behind him at the sink and ran my hands down his back, under his shorts and around to the front to grab his lengthening long cock.
“Shay,” he hissed as his entire body grew tight.
“Turn around,” I commanded.
He obeyed me too.
I sank to my knees and slowly pulled his shorts down, displaying my morning breakfast wood.
“Shay,” Bronx hissed again.
“Shh. Lean back and relax.” I said before my lips engulfed the head of his enormous cock.
“Holy fuck.” His entire body relaxed as I started to move my head and bounce on my haunches.
Bronx was so big, it was difficult to take him like I wanted. So I used my hands to make up for what I couldn't get into my mouth.
At first, Bronx kept his hands curled around the counter then he grabbed me by my hair and began to push inside while holding my head still.
“Goddamn, woman,” Bronx growled as he pushed in and out of my mouth. “So good.”
I choked a bit but relaxed my throat so I could take him deeper. My tongue caressed his underbelly and Bronx pushed off the counter and further down my throat.
He groaned and then he pulled out, picked me up and murmured against my mouth.
“God.” He breathed against my lips. “Hold on!”
“Yes!” I exhaled, wreaking my excitement.
My arms wrapped around his neck and he pushed me against the refrigerator. His cocked lined up with my wet pussy and Bronx pushed inside, causing me to moan deep and long.
“So fucking tight.” His lips hovered over me. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I breathed against him before I kissed him deep.
Bronx grabbed my ass and powered into my tight heat until he groaned his release deep inside of me.
His forehead landed on mine as he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. Then Bronx reached over, grabbed some tissues and knelt before me, then he said, “Spread ‘em.”
Once I did, he thoroughly wiped his essence from my vagina.
“No protection, love.” He stood up with his feet shoulder width apart and concern in his eyes.
Oh shit.
“Told you I'm clean,” I said as I started to kick myself and what Bronx probably thought about me. “I always use protection. Always.”
He must have picked up on my concern because he tossed the tissue in the trash and pulled me to him.
Bronx murmured in my ear. “You on a pill.”
I nodded, “Uh, yeah.”
His head moved up and down on the side of my face. Then Bronx kissed my neck and collar bone, then he said, “Come on, I'm running you a bath.”
Who the hell was this guy? I had known Bronx for almost ten years, and I did not know he could be so damn sweet and romantic. He was the Vice-President of the Guardians. He used to be an underground boxing champion and an MMA fighter. Not a romantic boyfriend.
Well, that was too forward thinking. Bronx was nobody’s boyfriend.
On the way to his house, we stopped at mine so I could pick up some clothes for the next few days. We spent time cooking together, playing scrabble, cards, and we also went out to a nice restaurant.
He took me to the shooting range where he let me use a couple of his guns, and we even went to the gym as he continued our lessons with mix martial arts and self-defense techniques.
We talked about parents, no siblings, crazy cousins, jobs, and life. He was so easy to talk to I forgot about all the shit we had gone through. I was always attracted to Bronx, but I never knew how funny he was. He came off as a serious man, which he was, but it was enough to balance my crazy, and he was still quite witty.
He and I had sex almost everywhere in the house. Bronx said that since it was my first time at his house, that we should christen the place. And break it in; is exactly what we did. In every room and almost in every position, except the one he mentioned before. When we weren't having sex or recurring from sex, I noticed, Bronx kept me close. He was a cuddler, but even when I wandered off, he went to look for me all the time. I joked that I wouldn't snoop around his house. He told me he had nothing to hide but if I found something to just ask. I loved that.
That was the best time I had, in what seemed like a long time. It was a rejuvenating experience that gave me hope, energy and even some sort of purpose. I didn't want it to end, but I couldn't call out from work on Monday since he called out for me on Friday. Therefore, I had to work.
It wasn't until Sunday evening when he brought me back to Peppers to get my car. He pulled up, and we stayed in the truck because neither of us moved. So, I decided to be the bold one and huffed, “Well, I guess this is goodbye. This was …”
His arm reached out and pulled me on top of him. I awkwardly maneuvered my legs around him with the steering wheel on my back.
All he said was, “Shhh.” Then laid his forehead on mine, while we inhaled each other's breath.
After a while, he said, “Let's not lose this.
What we found here this weekend. I don't want any misunderstandings, no fucked up communications, and no drama.” He pulled back and looked me in the eyes.
“I want you in my life, my bed, and you're already in my fucking head. Understand?” I nodded. “Just us. We explore, we keep growing, trust me, and we’ll get there. Everything I want. What you want. We’ll get there.”
“Okay, Bronx,” I smiled and rubbed the side of his face.
“Trust me?” He asked.
“I trust you.”
And I did. We'd finally reached what I envisioned years ago and fuck if I wasn't going to trust him.
8
New Man
Bronx:
She drove off and it took everything in me not to follow her home and bury my cock in her for another night.
My beautiful woman.
I swear to God, I felt like a new man with a fresh outlook on life. The grass seemed a bit greener and the sky, bluer. The past three days were the first time in a long time that I was truly alive.
Shay did that.
The woman freely gave herself to me and held nothing back even after she thought I had played her. All that fucking time wasted for some bullshit. Every time I thought of that, I got angry.
I didn't quite rest like I thought I would because now it seemed like something was missing. Shay’s naked body under me, with my hand on her hip and her head on my chest. I didn't know how things would work out or how soon, but I wasn't going to rush things with her like I did with Shelly. However, I also wasn't going to torture the both of us for years either.
The next day, I was up early at the gym, where Razor met me in the office.
“Something wrong?” I asked when I walked through the doors to see him sitting on the couch.
“Nope,” he stood up. “Just wanted to see the new man before anyone else did.”
We laughed.
“Brother, you look ten years younger and thirty pounds lighter. Figuratively speaking.”
I laughed out loud.
“Brother, I feel like it.”
“Nothing like it? Man, I'm telling you. Best thing to ever happen to me. Kylie and her smart ass mouth. She takes my crazy, supports it, has my back, and gives me her everything and I do the fucking same. Whatever book she read, I'll read it twice. Wherever she wants to go, I'm buying two tickets. Whatever she wants, she got. Cause it ain't nothing like it.” Razor noted.
“Fuck! I understood it on one level, but I didn't really understand it. Now, I get that shit and still getting it. She's a game changer. Rethinking everything. Bout to buy a new truck now. Get my patio redone so the grill is installed. She a beast on the fire.”
Razor laughed and said, “Goddamn. Fucking love it.”
I put my bag down and said, “Thanks, Brother.”
“The fuck did I do?” Razor’s head went back.
I chuckled, “You just believed for me.”
He smirked and said, “My girl and yours are like sisters, just like we’re brothers. Even before I claimed Kylie, Shay was always cool with me. I knew you guys would be great. In a way, that would last.”
I contemplated my shoes for a bit.
“Yeah, I'll work myself to death to make sure it does.”
“I know.” He headed towards the door. “Now, show me where the self-defense classes will be? Kylie’s excited.”
“Let's do it.”
Texting:
Bronx: You sore?
I texted Shay mainly because I missed her and it was only Monday morning.
Shay: Yeah, lil sore. That last session was WOW.
Bronx: U passed out
I adjusted myself as I thought about her bent over the bathroom counter as I fucked her hard before we took our last shower of the weekend.
Shay: it's cool. I plan to get you back
Bronx: Bring it. I can also help ease that pain
Shay: I plan on it & oh really ;-/
Bronx: Ur lunch will b there round 12:30
Shay: My lunch?
Bronx: Urs
Shay: *speechless
Bronx: w-t-f – Shay? Speechless?
Shay: *hearts
Bronx: My heart
There was no response after my last text. I could not worry about pushing her too fast because I told her we would get there. She would have to know the pace would not be slow.
Around noon, I made my way to the compound to check on things. Dessy had moved back in with Shay, so we put surveillance on the single home and not hers and her folks. I planned to take some of the shifts to guard Shay. Razor had warned against it but knew it would mean nothing. Just like it did for him with Kylie. He didn’t run point, and neither did I, but I planned to be there until this shit with those fuckers were really put to bed. Rogue bikers looking for justice with no respect for their President did not sit well with me. Razor felt the same, so the two of them had surveillance until we deemed it was no longer necessary.
My office was next to Razor’s, but he was at the compound and since Debra, Uno’s old lady, was cooking, most of the guys came over to eat. I was about to head back to the gym when Bird yelled back, “Bronx, someone here to see you.”
When I came out into the main area, which seemed fuller than usual at lunch time, there standing in a tank top, capris with the word FOCUS on one leg and sneakers, was Shay. Her long hair was out, and she had two bags in her hands. One was from the restaurant I had ordered her lunch from, and the other was a brown paper bag.
All eyes were on her as I wasn’t sure if she’d ever been in here before. I know she did some work with Razor, but it was probably off site.
“Sorry guys, I didn’t bring enough lunch for the crew,” Shay held up her bags and shrugged her shoulders. “But it seems like you are all good.”
“That yours?” Bear bellowed toward me.
“She’s mine,” I confirmed.
Bursts of ‘hey, bout damn time, and get it Bronx’ were heard around the large room. I shook my head and walked to her, bent my neck down to kiss her on the mouth as she stood on her toes to meet me.
“Hey,” she whispered.
“Hey, yourself,” I said and grabbed the bags in one hand and held her other one as we went back to my office. “Did you like your lunch?”
I asked this when we were in the office.
“I didn’t eat it yet,” She said. “I wanted to eat with you and.” She held up the paper bag, “I got you something.”
Reaching for the bag, I couldn’t help the smile that I was certain crept on my face. In the bag, were two hot dogs with mustard, ketchup and a lot of sauerkraut, just like I always got from Liv’s Truck.
“Heard those were your favorites,” Shay said.
“Fuck me,” I mumbled to myself.
“What?” She moved towards me. “Is something wrong?”
“Naw, love.” I shook my head. “Just kicking myself, for not running you down earlier. Four years ago, I should have not taken no for an answer.”
“Bronx,” she said as her hand cupped my face. “Let’s enjoy it now. Come on, let’s eat. I got to get back to work.”
This time, she grabbed my hand and led me to the couch, where she opened up her food that I bought her, and I took a bite of my hot dog.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “How did you know I loved Penny’s seafood scampi?”
She moaned and ate some more.
“Same reason, you probably found out what I eat at Liv’s.” I took another bite, finishing the first one.
Her head nodded as she quickly ate her food. She seemed to be in a rush, but she had forty-five more minutes before she had to return.
“What’s the rush?” I asked before I took a chunk out of my second dog.
“Oh,” she laughed. “Something, I needed you to do when we finished.”
“What’s up?” I turned serious.
“You’ll see. Finish your food.”
We ate as my fingers kneaded her thigh and her body was tightly tucked next to
me. Shay ate all of the noodles and left the shrimp for last.
“Mmm, that was delicious. Thanks, Bronx.” She stood up and smiled. “Now, since I’m still a little sore.” She unbuckled the belt in her capris, pulled down the zipper and shimmied out of them. “I was thinking you could help a sistah out.”
Fucking woman.
I erupted in laughter at her gall. She had fucking balls of steel and apparently had me by my own balls because I planned to help her all the way out.
“What’s so funny?” She smirked. “All talk and no tongue?”
“I am going to spank your ass.” I pointed at her as I stood up.
Well, if I ever thought she wasn’t just for me, I knew in that moment. Shay turned around, bent over my desk and hit her phone twice before the music started blaring from it.
It was Sumthin, Sumthin by Maxwell.
“You got thirty minutes, mister.”
Slap.
I delivered one on her left cheek, then her right and back again three more times. I could barely hear her moans and ‘Yes, Bronx’ because they were drowned out by the music. Then I wrapped my hand around her waist and flipped her on her back, spread her legs and dropped to my knees.
“This what you want?” I teased.
“You know it.” She smiled knowingly, then she slowly moved her hand down her stomach, as her fingers rubbed her taut nub and said, “Your lips, right there.”
Holy fuck.
My lips went right there, and her hand cupped my head as she began to rock against my face, getting off.
“Yes, Bronx,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”
Her hips jerked up, and I licked every part of her outer lips and each point of the opening since she was sure to be sore. Moving my tongue down to push into her tight pussy and after that, I went further down and licked her tiny slit of a hole.
“Bronx,” she gasped. “Oh God.”
My tongue kept twirling around that hole as my thumb flicked her swollen nub.
Faster.
Faster.
Around and around.
Her fingers started to dig into my neck as she was about to explode. I pushed my tongue into her tiny little hole and rubbed her clit at a faster pace, and she screamed above the music.
