by Ryan Michele
He takes my nipple back in his mouth and I move. Hard. Fast. Rough. I dig my fingers into the top of the couch, getting balance, and I ride. The harder he sucks the harder I move. The sensations are building, rolling inside of me.
Tug takes that moment to bite my nipple and everything turns hazy. Sparks spiral through me, one after another, so rapidly. Tug grips my hips and takes control of my movements, slamming me down on him over and over again.
“Tug!” I call out, not wanting his attention, just needing to say his name. As I come down from my orgasm, Tug pulls out and I groan. He’s not done, though; his cock is still rock hard. Thank you, lord.
He stands and positions me, my back to the top of the cushions, my feet hitting the wall, and my head hanging off the couch. “Open,” he commands.
My mouth drops open and he thrusts his cock inside. I taste myself on him and it urges me to suck harder, so I do. He pushes himself all the way to the back of my throat, over and over again. When he pulls out, I gag for breath. The couch moves and I hold on. What in the hell is he doing?
Tug comes behind the couch, pulling my hips up to the top of it. I’m balancing on my shoulder blades. He rests his leg up on top of the couch’s back then plunges into me. Holy shit. Oh, holy shit. This angle has his piercing and the tip of his dick hitting me so damn perfectly that the roll hits hard and fast.
“I want you to come on my cock. You hear me, Blaze?” I do, but have a hard time finding words. When he stops, I look up at him. “Answer me.”
“I’m coming. Don’t stop. Please.” He loses all control and attacks. Each movement driving me higher and higher and higher. White spots fill my vision and my entire body convulses. It’s uncontrollable and so is my voice as I scream and scream, the sensations flowing through my body.
Tug groans loudly, “Blaze.” And he must have come because by the time I come back to myself, he is half hanging over the couch, the sweat from his brow dripping down on me. As I calm, the corset begins to pinch in this position, funny how I didn’t notice it before.
“Tug. Gotta get up.” His head pops up and I love the look of ecstasy all over his face. He gives me a small smirk, pulls out, and my legs fall to the couch, which releases the tension from the corset. That feels better. He makes his way to the couch, picking me up and putting me on his lap. He seriously has a thing for this and to be honest, so do I.
He brushes the hair away from my face. “You are so damn beautiful.” My heart swells. “I love you, sweet lips.”
“Love you, too.” I kiss his mouth.
“Better rest up. I’m fucking you in every room of this house tonight.” Holy shit. That’s like five more places.
“Uhh—” I start but don’t finish. His lips find mine and suck me in.
“I am. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Tug.”
Then he did exactly what he said he would.
Sunshine spills through the curtains that I must have forgotten to close last night and I squint my eyes, trying to focus. Heat envelops me and I look over at my man, blinking away the tears from the light. He lies still, eyes closed and arm over his face. His other arm is wrapped around me, pulling me tight against his body.
His face looks so soft, peaceful, as if he doesn’t have any weight on his shoulders. He looks more like the guy I knew back before he started the club life. He’s still there, he’s just different, and I like both parts. When you’ve been in love with someone for this long, there really is no other choice. You either accept the man or you don’t. And, I do.
His body stirs, arm dropping from his face. I adjust myself, moving closer to him. “Mornin’, Angel,” he mumbles huskily, the warmth of the words covering me like a second skin.
“Morning.” His eyes slowly open. “How’d you know I was awake?” I didn’t think I made enough movement for him to even notice.
His gaze meets mine, hot and vibrant. “I know every move you make, Angel.”
My insides twist. I so love this man. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” My words come out soft. I’m curious to know if he remembers the day or not.
His brow quirks in that sexy are-you-kidding-me way of his. “Don’t tell me you’re into that shit.”
“I’m into telling you I love you every chance I can get.” GT grips my arm, pulling me on top of him, his mouth invading mine. I sink into him, loving each swipe of his tongue and every tingle as his hand threads through my hair.
Running my hands over his chest, I grasp his neck and hold on, feeling that at any moment, he will sweep me away. My lungs burn and I abruptly pull away, needing air, gasping for it just as hard as he does upon the disconnect. God, he is so damn sexy.
I swipe my thumb over his bottom lip, pulling it down with a small tug. His hand leaves my hair. His touch lighting my core as he presses between my shoulder blades, connecting us once more. God, he can kiss like no other.
I love that we sleep naked, with him it’s a must. I love waking up in the middle of the night with his dick lodged inside my body. When before I’m even fully awake, I have a screaming orgasm then fall right back into a deep sleep. Love that he can’t get enough of me because I can’t get enough of him either.
I have plans for him this morning, and even though I know he’ll fight me on them, I’m going to do them anyway. I tear away from him and begin my descent. My lips caress his jaw, neck, and chest, taking extra time to toy with his nipples. I’m surprised that he’s letting me, but I keep going in hopes that he’ll let me do this my way and not pull his I’m-in-charge thing.
I trace each of his abs with my tongue, licking and nipping with my teeth. “Damn, baby. You heading to my dick or you making me wait?”
My eyes flick up to his smoldering ones and he’s about to lose his little bit of restraint. I move a bit faster than I want, kneeling between his broad thighs. His hard dick lay pointing up to his belly button, the head a shade of purple that looks painful.
I’ll help him with that.
Grasping his hard length in my hand, I squeeze and it twitches.
“Put it in your mouth, Angel,” he demands, but I’m not really in the mood to listen right now. Giving a lot of strength in the movement as I go up, I lick from balls to crown. I head back down and repeat the steps over and over again, wetting every bit of his shaft. “Dammit, Angel,” GT growls, this time so hard I can feel the rumble in his legs.
His abs tighten as he tries to sit up, but before he can, I shove the entire length of his cock into my mouth. GT’s not a small man. The crown taps the back of my throat and I fight not to gag. I breathe in through my nose slowly and pull him out.
“Fucking shi—” The end of shit is cut off as I engulf him again, this time swallowing around him then releasing. His hands slide through the sides of my hair and try to control my movements. I do my best not to let him, but it’s pointless.
Using one hand to rub up and down his shaft and the other to roll his balls, I suck him hard and fast. Even though his grip on me is tight, the deep sucking lets me maintain control. Over and over again, I slide my mouth over his dick. GT bucks his hips, going deeper than I anticipated, and I can’t help but gag.
I stop for a moment, needing to catch my breath. Instead of moving back to this dick, I put my soul focus on his balls, moving down further, and GT loses his grip. I envelop one ball in my mouth, sucking hard while my hand goes up and down his shaft. When I move to the other, GT bucks his hips again.
“You little fucking minx.” I release him with a pop, and he yanks me up, devouring my lips in a greedy, needy kiss. “Climb up on my face, now.” Damn, I love when he talks like that. Sliding up to his face, I place my knees on either side of his head. His arms wrap around my thighs, pulling my pussy directly to his awaiting tongue. Oh God.
His lips close over my clit and he sucks. “Oh… oh…” I pant, moving my hips in need of more. Two fingers plunge into my entrance and GT begins licking and nipping my folds. Every nerve-ending is on fire
and the roll in my stomach is about ready to ignite. “GT, I’m…” I trail off. His fingers touch the inside walls of my pussy, in just the right spot, and the roll explodes.
I grip the headboard tightly, bowing my head as the sizzle races through my body. Momentarily, everything stops and my world spirals into pure bliss.
I finally come back to myself, but GT is continuing his assault on my very sensitive pussy. “Get on my dick, Angel. Now.”
I turn my back to him and lower myself onto his hard length. “Fuck,” he groans. He loves this position, says it gives him the best view of himself sliding in and out of me. For me, it feels amazing, hitting just the right spots.
I ride, slowly and not as hard as usual, though I play with his balls, revving him up. First, I pump, using my knees to move my body, and GT bucks his hips in tune with my ascent. Placing my feet on the bed, I use the leverage to bob up and down, supporting myself on his knees, and squeezing my inner muscles as hard as I can with each thrust. I try not to go too deep, but it’s almost impossible with GT.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard,” GT grinds out.
Up-down, up-down, squeeze, over and over again. Everything inside me tightens and GT’s thrusts become determined. Fuck. The waves erupt and my legs give out, my body crashing onto GT.
Grunts from GT echo in the background and his thrusts begin to slow. I lie on my chest, ass in the air, GT still inside me, as I come out of my haze. With an extraneous amount of strength, I lift my hips, releasing GT from the confines of my body, and fall to the bed, using my limp arms to catch my weight. My head rests in-between GT’s legs and my feet on either side of his body.
Neither of us speak but the sharp breaths from GT tell me he’s in the same boat as me. Moments pass as we lie in the exact same position, neither one of us attempting to move.
“Angel, you can do that shit every damn morning.” GT’s voice blares through the air and I jump. Shit.
Turning ever so slowly, I stare up at my man who is looking at the ceiling. It takes me a while, but I finally make my way up to him and rest my head on his chest, his breathing now calmer.
“What do you want to do today?” I’m not naive enough to think he planned anything and for the most part, neither did I. I just want to spend time with him. And I happen to have a little surprise in store.
“Shower, food, and I gotta call Pops.” Damn. That more than likely means he’s heading to the club. There goes my day with him, but I don’t let the disappointment show.
“All right, I’ll go make some breakfast while you shower,” I say, but don’t move. Moving seems to be utterly difficult.
“How about you come in with me?”
I bury my head further into his chest. “Too tired.” It comes out muffled with my mouth against his pec.
“You’re too tired for a shower, but you can make breakfast?” I begin to respond, but he cuts me off. “Get your ass up and get in the shower.”
I begrudgingly walk to the bathroom, my legs feeling like limp noodles. GT scoops me up in his arms and I give him a ‘what the?’ look as he carries me to the shower. I love how he knows me. He knows that I’m tired and takes care of me. He may be rough on the outside, but the love inside is so evident in everything that he does for me.
He sets me down, turns on the water, and escorts me inside. The warm spray hits my body as GT’s hard one crashes into it. His lips touch the crook of my neck, skating up to my ear.
“Wash me, Angel.”
I grab the soap, lathering my palms. He sighs loudly at the first touch of my hands on his shoulders and I can’t help but smile. I wash his chest, abs, and bend down to start on his feet and legs. Making my way up to his sated cock, I take my time washing it and his balls, giving them an extra roll, then stand and move to his back.
The defining lines of his back etched in the Ravage MC symbol stare back at me, and I take my time washing every bit of it. His tight ass is next and my mouth waters. I massage his ass as I wash, earning a “Fuck Angel” in the process. Showers like this are so damn erotic.
I feel a bit smug about it, but no way in hell would I say that. At least not in this position. After washing him fully, I come around to his front, my hand trailing as I circle him. His strong arms wrap around me and his lips find mine. He takes my mouth, over and over again, my hands pulling his blond hair.
“My turn,” he says, pulling away and taking the soap out of my hand. He washes me just as I did him. His calloused hands glide, cleaning me in their wake. Each touch sets my skin on fire. This isn’t just washing, this is sensual. I grab on to the bar in the shower, trying to steady myself from his hands, hands that wash every crevice of my breasts and toy with my nipples. God help me.
My body trembles. He rubs my stomach and trails down, skipping my pussy and moving to my legs and back up. My breath comes out in pants and the desperation of wanting him to touch me kicks in. My hips rock, wanting—no, needing to feel his hands on me.
Lazily, he works at cleaning my folds, paying special attention to my pulsing clit. “Ready again, Angel?”
I look down, seeing my man on his knees in front of me. Now, that is not a sight I see everyday and I’m going to burn it into my memory. Water splashes against my back, as he rinses the suds away from my body.
GT’s fingers find my entrance, but he doesn’t push them inside. No, he leisurely moves the tip of his finger around my hole, swirling it over and over again. My grip gets tighter on the bar and I fear I may rip it from the wall. I cannot fall.
I roll my hips in tune with his touch, until the shower becomes so damn hot, air is hard to find. His touch leaves and I moan, wanting it back. God, I’m so damn horny. Shit. Hands squeeze my hips, and he turns me to the tile wall.
“Leg up on the shower seat and hold the fuck on this is gonna be quick.”
The cool air from the loss of the water against my back sends goosebumps up my heated skin. My hands touch the cold tile, only adding to the chill. With no warning, his dick is inside me to the hilt. I pause as my already sensitive tissues flare and grip him into my body, nervousness surfacing.
I relax as his demanding thrusts become lighter, as if he could read me. “GT, I’m gonna come,” I gasp and can’t stop the blast that overtakes my body. His strong arm comes around me as he continues his assault.
“Fucking shit,” he groans, stilling his movements.
I ride the wave of ecstasy. GT pulls out, his flesh scraping against my channel and sending small bursts of pleasure throughout my body. I can’t talk. Can’t move. Don’t want to move. Bed sounds really nice right about now.
Wordlessly, he quickly washes me off and then himself, the spray feels wonderful on my cold skin.
“Gonna get out. Finish up and come find me.” He doesn’t give me any time to speak before his mouth covers mine. All too soon, he’s out of the shower, leaving me in a daze, trying to remember what the hell I’m supposed to be doing. Shower. Hair. Got it.
After getting out of the shower, drying off, brushing my teeth, and throwing on some yoga pants and a tight, light-pink t-shirt, I find GT on the phone in the living room.
“What?” GT asks into the receiver. I hate hearing his one-sided conversations. I always think the worst when he gets off the phone. It’s best that I don’t listen. I head to the fridge and pull out eggs, sausage, hash browns, and biscuits. I keep myself busy, focusing on the task at hand.
The smell of sausage fills the room and my stomach rumbles. It sizzles in the pan while I scramble the eggs, adding a ton of cheese to them. It’s GT’s favorite. Just as I am taking the biscuits out of the oven, GT enters the kitchen.
“Smells good.”
I turn to my beautiful man, standing there in only faded, worn sweatpants. Not many could pull it off, but GT looks good in anything. “Time to eat, have a seat.” I nod to the chair, bring all of the food over, and sit next to him. Now that sex isn’t a focus, I can’t help the nerves that rack my body but will myself to calm the hell down.
He digs in like he hasn’t eaten in a month. Contentment soothes my nerves for a moment. I love that I can take care of him, make him happy, and still be me. I plate up and begin to eat also. It’s pretty good, if I do say so myself.
“We gotta head over to Ma’s for a minute.”
“What’s wrong?” We never just go over to his Ma’s house. There is always a reason, be it a party or cookout.
“Nothing. Ma has this tradition and even though I’m old, have my own place, and woman, she still does it.” My heart squeezes. “I’d make up some reason why I couldn’t go, but it’s just better to let her do her thing, and get it over with.”
“That’s sweet, babe.” It is really sweet and quite surprising.
His eyes narrow on me. “Sweet. Nothing sweet. I’m doing it so Ma will stay off my ass for a while. And if I don’t, she’ll fucking come here and bitch about me not coming. I’m just cutting her off at the go.”
Sure he is. I keep my mouth shut, but I know he loves her unconditionally. He may get pissed at her, but she’s his mom. One thing you don’t mess with.
“What’s the tradition?” I’ve never had any of those. Bam wasn’t really good at remembering that kind of stuff.
“Every year she gets Princess and I this chocolate heart covered in red foil.” My words get lodged in my throat. “She’s done it since before I can remember.” He chuckles. “When I was younger, I’d get so damn excited to get that heart. I counted on it every year and Ma never let me down.” He looks at me, a grin lighting up his face. “She’s done it every year. No matter how old I am, this is one thing that will happen every Valentine’s Day. I guarantee it.”
“So, you remember the heart every year but didn’t remember today is Valentine’s Day?” I tease. I don’t care that he didn’t remember, but giving him shit is fun.
“You’re shitting me right?” His fork bobs in the air as he talks and I stifle a laugh. “I was a kid. It was candy. Come on?”
“Sure, a red heart you remember,” I continue. I know I’m baiting a fierce tiger, but this is too good to pass up.
