by Lila Rose
He was it.
I fuckin’ loved the man I was crashin’ into so hard that he stumbled back. I loved the man whose lips I was claimin’. Loved him in each and every fuckin’ way.
Forcin’ him backwards as I still kissed him hard, we stopped when his legs hit the mattress. His hand slid between us, and I broke the kiss to look down as he circled around both our cocks and jerked us off at the same time. If I wasn’t in such a mood to take what was mine, I would have asked for a sword fight. Instead, I’d save that for another playful day, because right then, it definitely wasn’t time to be playful.
Glancing up, I found Maddox already lookin’ at me. “I fuckin’ love seein’ our bodies naked together. You’re so goddamn hot,” I told him. It was something I’d wanted to tell him for a while. Shit, I’d lost count of the times I got hard seeing his abs, his tats, his chest, and most of all, his dick.
He slid his arms around me, our cocks rubbin’ together when he pressed his hands into my arse and glided his body up and down against mine. I didn’t need words. I didn’t need him to sign because I knew how he felt about whatever I was sayin’. He showed me with his actions.
“Turn around,” I ordered, my hands on his hips pushing him away. He smiled, his eyes heating with passion, and I knew my own eyes would read the same.
Fuck, I needed to be inside of him.
He shifted around, bent over for me, his hands moving to the bed so his arse was in full view. I fuckin’ liked what I saw. His puckered hole.
Quickly, I took the steps to the bedside drawer and pulled it open, grabbing the tube of lube before kicking it closed and standing back, right behind him. Not ready for the lube yet, I threw it on the bed beside him and placed my hands on his arse cheeks. I ran them over each globe and then slapped. His body jutted forward, not expecting it, and he looked over his shoulder at me, his hooded eyes showing me what he wanted.
I slapped each cheek again and then ran my hands over them to lessen the sting. He groaned and pushed back. Leaning down, I did something I never had before. I wanted to; it was a part of Maddox’s body. I wanted to taste all of him.
With a firm tongue, I licked his ring, ripping a grunted moan from him. He tasted of soap from the shower, yet there was a lingering saltiness to him. Running my tongue up and then down, I made sure I left enough saliva around his hole before I stood up and teased it with my finger. He pushed back again. I knew he wanted more, but fuck, I wanted him lost with desire and nearly burstin’ to come because once I got inside of him, I knew I wouldn’t be lastin’ long. I was so goddamn hard and leaking pre-cum already. My balls were seconds away from drawin’ up ready to squirt my release. I teased his hole again and again before sliding a finger inside. Then another joined the first, stretching him, gettin’ him ready for me.
When Maddox looked back again, I told him, “Lay on the bed, on your back.” He did, his movements fast and eager. As he settled in the middle of the mattress, I climbed on and knelt between his legs. Just the sight of him before me had me wanting to wank until I came all over his stomach and chest. A claim all on its own.
He was mine.
Instead, I was about to claim his arse, like I had his mind and heart. Reaching out, I spread his legs wider and ran my finger over his hole again.
“This mine?” I asked on a growl. My body hummed, my dick throbbed, and my heart went crazy waiting for his response.
Yes.
“All mine?” I demanded.
Yes. His hands shook as he signed.
“Good. Because I’m all yours. You ready for me, babe?”
Christ, yes.
Leanin’ back, I grabbed the lube and slathered it over my cock first and then over his hole while Maddox looked on with a clenched jaw, probably wantin’ me to hurry the fuck up. But I didn’t. I played with his hole some more, watchin’ him drown in desire, his mouth opening and closing, sometimes with a groan and sometimes silent. His cock leaked all over his stomach, and I wanted that on my tongue, so I leaned down and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth, runnin’ my tongue all over it.
Fuck. I had to have him.
Removin’ my finger, I moved until my upper body loomed over him, and my slicked cock nudged his entrance. “You want me?”
More than anything.
“Fuck, babe,” I bit out through clenched teeth as I edged the tip of my dick inside. With the amount of lube I’d applied and with how tight he was, my dick slipped away from where I wanted it to go. I rested my weight on one hand and took hold of my dick, then leaned back a bit so I could see my hand guiding myself back to his hole and slightly inside.
“Christ, fuck, you’re tight,” I mumbled. Yeah, I wasn’t gonna last long. His arse surrounded the end of my dick like a vice.
Maddox’s hands touched my chest. I brought my eyes to his before he glided his fingers to my shoulders and applied pressure there for me to come down. I did, our chests touching. I went to my knees more and pressed my cock in further.
His hands came up above his head to sign, All the way.
Shakin’ my head, I said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Fuck,” he mouthed, his head digging back into the bed. He signed again. All the way.
“Not yet.”
He brought his hands down to slap my arse with such force my hips thrust forward along with my cock, right inside of him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted. “You okay?”
He opened his eyes enough to see my question and grinned. His hands went above his head again. Oh yeah. Fuck me, babe.
Lifting back up on my straight arms, I glided my dick out and then thrust back in. Maddox groaned loudly. I looked down between us to watch my dick entering him over and over. All while mumbling to myself about how hot, slick, and tight he was. I could have even said I wanted my dick to live inside of him. I wasn’t sure because I was lost in the pleasure of it all.
My pace picked up as I slid my eyes all over him, taking in our first time, memorising it. Maddox’s hands tightened around my wrists. Christ, his face was pinched, eyes screwed tightly, but it was in a look of ecstasy. He fuckin’ loved me being inside of him as much as I did.
His cock was leakin’ a hell’va a lot more than before. His balls were already up inside his body. I groaned at the sight and felt my own balls draw up. Too close… I didn’t want it to end.
I needed his mouth when I came. I went low, and his eyes opened. He lifted his head to meet my mouth and grunted against my lips as I felt his release squirt between our bodies. Our tongues tangled, and still he kept coming. He tore his mouth from mine, breathin’ heavily and then, fuck me, fuck me, he growled out low, “Jay.”
He spoke.
He fuckin’ spoke. I was frozen for all of a second until he urged me forward and back with his hands at my hips, and the pleasure of a near release took over.
I moved back to have his eyes. “Gonna come.” He nodded. “Fuck, gonna come in your arse. You want my cum?”
“Yes,” he said. His deep and raspy voice had me losing my load.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunted and kissed him until I lost the last drop right inside his arse. Still pumpin’ my dick very slowly inside of him, I got to my arms, and once I had his eyes, I said, “You talk.”
He nodded, then shrugged.
Holding still, with my dick all the way in, I said again, “You spoke.”
His hand came up. He cupped the side of my face and then ran his thumb along my bottom lip.
You gonna take yourself outta me? He questioned with his hands, a raised brow and a small smirk on his lips.
“Nope.” I shook my head. “Like it too much.” He chuckled, causing his arse to clench around my dick. I close my eyes and groaned.
A flick to my nose. Move out.
“You sore?”
A little.
“Fuck, sorry.” I slowly withdrew my cock from its happy place and then leaned in to kiss his chest, his shoulder and then his lips, before climbing off him to sit on the bed b
eside him. We were gonna have to have a shower; we’d made a mess with the lube and his cum. Mine was probably leakin’ from his arse too, which made me want to spread him and look. Fuck, just the thought of my cum inside of him perked my dick up to manage a little bob. However, there was something I wanted even more. His hand landed on my thigh and squeezed. I lazily ran my fingers around his nipple, up over his shoulder, neck and across his lips.
Having his eyes, I mentioned again, “You talk.”
He sat up. Could always speak, never wanted to. There’s something wrong with the way I talk. My brain doesn’t match up with my mouth. Words get muddled. There’s some big fancy name for what I have. Doesn’t matter any which way. The end is still the same. My brain is fucked.
Jesus Christ.
He could talk. Why hadn’t he said anything, even the smallest word around me?
His fingers caught my chin, and he lifted until he had my gaze before he dropped his hands to sign. The only person I spoke in front of was Memphis, and that was because he was like a father to me. Never tried in front of you because I didn’t want the man I was in love with to think I was stupid. Jay, been in love with you for a fuckin’ long time. Didn’t want you to think less of me.
“Don’t you think if I took you with no talkin’ at all I could take you any way you came? Fuck, Maddox, hearin’ my name come outta your mouth… goddamn beautiful.”
Jay, I can’t—
Grabbin’ his hands in mine, I shook my head. “I don’t want you uncomfortable, ever, and I can already see from your look and tense body that talkin’ about you speakin’ makes you feel that way. I ain’t asking for you to, shit, I don’t know, give me full sentences. But… Maddox, you’re here, in this home, with me and Nevaeh, just us. I want you to feel you can be just you in front of us and not think we’ll judge you any differently.”
His eyes lowered. I watched them flick over the bed while his mind ran around with thoughts. I honestly didn’t give two shits how he spoke. I just wanted him to trust me that he could do and be whatever and not feel self-conscious about it.
This was our home.
Our life.
And our little family unit where there should always be trust and love.
Would he come to the same conclusion?
Finally, he raised his head. His eyes went straight to mine where he smiled softly, even shyly and… Jesus, he said, “’Kay,” and nodded.
My whole body warmed; my face near cracked with the huge smile I gave back. Rockin’ to my knees, I got in his face, kissed him once, and said, “’Kay.”
Epilogue
Knife
A month of pure fuckin’ awesomeness since it was Maddox and myself. Yeah, we had random fights over little shit. We were bikers; we were bound to butt heads every now and then. At least the make-up sex was outta this world. So, hell, even if all the moments weren’t pure bliss, I was still so goddamn happy because Maddox Lawson was mine.
We were sitting at Pick and Billy’s bar, in a booth off to the side with other brothers. Nevaeh was at my ma’s having a girls’ night. Ma loved her time with my girl, just as much as Nevaeh loved getting spoilt by her grandma.
Although we’d had the night off, I wasn’t really feelin’ it being at the bar. I’d come to love the nights at home just lazin’ around with Nevaeh and Maddox. Then also the time Maddox and I had after she’d gone to bed. Buried inside of him was something I wished I could do all the goddamn time, but I’d been wonderin’ lately why he hadn’t been pushing to want to take me in the same way. Hell, I got off on havin’ his fingers, but I wanted more, and I’d picked that night to push to get what I wanted.
I was watchin’ Maddox sign to Billy about some car he was fixin’ when I felt the booth compress beside me. Turning my head, I saw a woman in her early twenties had slid in to sit next to me.
“Hi.” She smiled.
“Hey, sugar. What you needin’?”
“My friend over there.” She pointed to a blonde with a pixie cut who stood at the bar. “Mentioned you might be able to help us out tonight.”
“Yeah?” I asked with a raised brow, and after takin’ a sip of my beer, I added, “With what?” I could feel Maddox’s attention on us and from the way he’d stiffened at my side, he knew, as I did, where the woman was gonna lead the conversation.
She got close to whisper in my ear. “Heard how good you are in bed, honey. We’d like to see just how good.”
When I threw my head back and laughed, she shifted back, confusion written all over her face. She was stunnin’, so was her friend, but that didn’t matter. Not any longer.
Shaking my head, I said with humour lacing my voice, “Sorry, sugar, but you got the wrong equipment to get anything from me.”
She bit her bottom lip, her head tilted to the side. “What do you mean?”
“See the fella next to me?” I gestured with my chin to Maddox, who was indeed watchin’ our exchange. “He’s the only one who’s gonna get any action from me.” Leanin’ in, I said and signed, “Because I love his cock.”
Brothers chuckled around us.
The woman smiled. “We won’t mind sharing or watching.”
Maddox snorted. He leaned over me and bit out low, “Mine.” Then signed, with Billy relayin’ what he said, “Ain’t no one elses.” Over the past month, Maddox had opened more to sayin’ small things, not only in front of me but some of the brothers and especially if he really wanted to get what he meant across, like layin’ a claim to me. Of course, the brothers had been shocked, but like a lot of things, they dealt with it quickly.
She frowned, nodded, and exited the booth.
Glancin’ to Maddox with a smile, I asked, “Wanna get outta here?”
Some of the brothers groaned around us. Fucked if I cared they knew I wanted him. Maddox nodded. I was just about to yell a farewell when Della, who had only arrived two weeks ago with Melissa, Dallas’s women, yelled, “You can’t tell me what to do, Handle.”
She had been walkin’ past our booth when she yelled it, only to come to an abrupt stop when Handle grabbed her wrist and spun her to face him.
“I can when it’s a stupid fuckin’ idea. You ain’t doin’ it, Della.”
She got close, right in his face. Handle let go of her arm and crossed his arms over his chest. She glared into his hard eyes, and said, “No man, never again, has a right to tell me what I can and can’t do. Get it through your thick head.” She spun around and stormed off. Melissa came to Handle’s side and said, “I’ll talk to her.”
“You’d better and get her to change her fuckin’ mind, or I’ll lose it.”
She searched his face, a small smile played on her lips before she nodded and raced after her friend.
Didn’t know what the situation was between our brother Handle and Della, but it wasn’t our place to get involved, unless asked to. What was our place was the shit still happenin’ with the strippers getting beaten. Only a couple of days ago one had gone missin’ and the sick bastard was gettin’ closer and closer to our joints. It was more messed-up shit, only it was something we were gonna fix. As soon as we had our hands on the fucker.
Beast
On the drive home, I let the scene at the bar play in my mind one last time. Seein’ Jay talk with that woman, one who I knew was his type, had fuckin’ fury rising deep inside me. However, like so many other times, my man blew me away when he’d admitted in front of the brothers and her, I was the only one getting any action from him. Christ, my chest puffed out when he’d put her in her place, only to get pissed when she didn’t back off straight away. That was until I butted in. Small words were fine for me to get outta my mouth before my brain stuffed it all up, and I was usin’ them more often. Jay gave me the confidence to do so. Hell, he’d changed my life, and it’d always be for the better.
Walkin’ inside the house, Vin came running up for a greetin’. I hadn’t taken him with me because I had Jay. The man who’d just walked past me and Vin after shutting and lock
in’ the front door. Lifting my head, I watched him as he strolled down the hall and right into the bathroom. Seconds later the floor vibrated a little from the pipes running water through them in the bathroom.
With a final pat, I stood, took off my club vest and placed it on the couch before I started down the hall and ordered Vin to his bed in our room. I entered the bathroom to find Jay in the shower. I pulled back the curtain to see him washing his abs with soap.
Fuckin’ hell. I loved his body. Couldn’t get enough of seein’ him naked.
Under my watchful eyes, I witnessed his cock grow from half-mast to a full erection. My man wanted some, and I was, like always, more than willin’ to give it.
The feel of his cock sliding in and out of my arse was…. Christ, I didn’t have enough or the right words to describe just how much I loved it. We’d had our days of fast and hard and then there were days where he took his time, went slowly, sensually. If I could say anything, I’d call it makin’ love with the way he took me in those moments.
Jay’s wet hands on my tee where he roughly jerked me forward, where I had to step in or fall on my face, brought me outta my thoughts.
“Need you to kiss me.”
Chuckling, I signed, Could’ve just told me to get undressed beforehand.
His eyes were wild, hungry. “Need it now.”
I’d do anything for Jay, so I did. I took his mouth with mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, a press of the lips. No, we went at it. Teeth, tongues, and lips were sucking, nippin’, and sliding over each other.
Jay lifted my tee. I shifted back enough so he could pull it over my head and throw it to the shower floor. His hand came to my jeans; the button popped open under his fingers, and then he slid the zipper down. I trailed my fingers over his body and down to his arse to grip it tightly in each palm. Dreamed of his arse. Fuckin’ loved his arse and wanted to take his arse, but I wasn’t sure he was ready for it. Even when I knew he got off hard from my fingers, it was different when it was a cock slidin’ in. So I’d wait, even if it killed me. I’d wait until he told me or showed me he wanted it.
