“Go? Are you kidding? I’m so glad you’re here.” He approaches me on the couch and pulls me onto his lap. I notice some swelling around his jaw.
“You’re hurt!” I swipe my thumb carefully over his face.
“Nah sweet girl, this is nothing. You should see the other guy,” he smirks. I’m alarmed and he’s smirking. Really? The look on my face must read incredulity.
“No, really. I’m fine,” he says again to assure me.
I lean up and kiss his face where it’s bruised. Daws stares at me, searching me out, making me feel like I’m already naked and perhaps, I am. My heart is stripping layers off, undressing in a way I never dreamed possible. He doesn’t kiss me like I would expect him to. He picks me up and carries me upstairs, setting me down on my feet.
His constant touches have lead me to this point. The point where I am okay with his skin on me. “Sit down,” he says guiding me over to the bed.
I do as I’m instructed, wanting nothing more than to let him have control. We’ve danced around each other long enough and although I’m shaking and scared of what giving him control will mean, I need this. I need him. His hands don’t break contact with me. I think he knows that his constant touch gives me the reassurance I need.
He takes off his shirt discarding it recklessly on the floor. His expansive chest is riddled with ink. The broad ridges of his muscles create a terrain I want to get lost in. I brush my fingers down his abs pausing where his jeans hang low on his hips. He’s muscular and toned but it looks natural, like he doesn’t have to work for it. Daws grabs my wrist from his stomach and pulls my arms over my head.
“I need to taste your skin.”
He lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it aside. He leans over me, one arm holding his weight, the other hand finding its way over my taut nipple. Sweet kisses start behind my ear and trail along the curve of my neck. Goose bumps rise over my skin. He kisses along my collarbone, and then finally down my breasts. My bra is suddenly gone and I’m bare chested to him. I should feel self conscious, but I don’t. I feel wanted and desired. For the first time in my life, my body is being exposed willingly and it’s liberating. Daws’ tongue laps circles around my pink nipple while his hand plays with the other one. His teeth graze over the soft flesh and finally bite down giving me a painfully blissful sensation. His head moves to the other breast making sure each breast feels equally affected.
“Trust me?” he asks.
I nod my head yes giving him the go ahead.
He pushes my body backwards so I am against the bed. He stands and I feel the loss from the removal of his mouth against my breast. My shoes are slipped from my feet and pants pulled down along with my underwear.
“Aubrey, you need me to stop or you feel panic, tell me and I’ll stop right away. You want me to stop, I stop. You have control here, okay?”
I nod my head again.
“No not gonna work. I need to hear you say you understand.”
“Yes, if I need you to stop, you stop.”
“Good girl.”
My bottom is backed up to the edge of the bed and my knees are parted. I’m completely exposed to him. Moisture pools between my legs and the idea of Daws doing what he is about to do sets my nerve endings on fire. He kneels on the floor in front of me and kisses along the inside of my thigh. His tongue swirls along the length getting close to my center and then he moves to the other thigh. His fingernail follows the slow strokes of his tongue, giving me, yet again, a sensation of pain and bliss. Finally, his face connects with my center. My breasts feel full and heavy as I arch my body into his mouth. His tongue swirls over my cleft, nice and slow, making sure I feel every sensation. It glides downwards and enters me, darting in and out fucking me with his tongue. He laps up and down the length from the top of my clit over my hole and then all the way back twirling his tongue in a place that’s only felt pain. It’s a jittery sensation. Before I can protest, he is back up again. The feeling is too much, more than I can handle. It leaves me breathless, panting, wanting more and wanting it to stop, because I’m not sure if I can handle it.
His tongue circles over my clit again and he grabs my leg and lifts it in the air opening me up completely to him.
“Sweet like fucking berries. You taste fucking incredible. You doing okay? You want me to stop?” He says looking up with a glint in his eye that says he knows damn well I don’t really want him to stop. I push his head back down and let out a little chuckle.
His teeth nip and pull my clit, creating a current of what can only be described as delectable energy, flows up my spine. His finger moves inside of me, hooking upwards. I arch into his touch and a moan of pleasure escapes. His eyes connect with mine to make sure I’m okay. And I am. I am so okay. He inserts another finger, moving them in and out slowly, deliberately, building me up into a rhythm. I caress the back of his head and his hair slips from his small ponytail. Another finger moves backwards and massages over my tight pink bud. Surprisingly, the gentle tease with everything has me pulling at his hair and bringing him closer. I need more. I need him.
“I’m going to show you how good everything can feel,” he says removing his face from my clit as he finger fucks my pussy and massages my asshole. The assault from his fingers has me panting and wanting.
“I…” I can’t get my thoughts out clearly.
“You what, sweet girl?”
“I...I need you.”
“You sure about that?” He asks applying more pressure, finger fucking me harder.
“Gahhh,” I gasp, “yes, I need you.”
He drops my leg, stands up and unbuckles his belt, dropping his jeans. He’s sans underwear, and for some reason, this doesn’t shock me. The sound of my heavy breathing almost masks the crinkling sound of the condom wrapper. I sit up and admire his cock. It matches him perfectly. He leans over me and his cock presses into my stomach.
“Scoot back,” he directs.
I do as he tells me until I’m at the back of the bed. Leaning over me, he stares at me, like he is looking into me, seeing past any of my demons and straight into my soul. Finally, his lips crush to mine, sucking and nipping, our tongues swirl together in perfect harmony. His hard tip presses against my sex. I take a deep breath, I always thought I’d never have this, but this man is breaking it all down.
“Look at me,” he says sensing my trepidation, “I got you. And if it’s too much, just say stop.”
I look in his eyes and hook my leg over his backside pulling us together. He enters me, his fat cock filling me up. I would expect to feel shame, but I don’t. It ignites pure heat and bliss and everything else good. My nipples are hard buds and ache for more friction. We move our bodies together. He enters me slowly at first, until he is in all the way. He feels so good as he fills me to the hilt. My back arches and my body, on auto pilot, begins to move with his, matching him thrust for thrust. I would’ve imagined that with a man like Daws, sex would be primal and raw, but that’s not what he’s doing. He’s doing so much more than fucking me. Every pump forward he shows me how much he cares.
“I’ve wanted you so long, I’m not gonna last that long sweet girl,” he pants. I grip his firm ass pulling him into me. Deeper. Harder. I want...No, I need more. My insides begin to tighten and convulse around his dick. My head moves backwards and I close my eyes wanting to feel every bit of pleasure that he is bringing to me.
“No, don't close your eyes. I want to see you as you come.” I open my eyes and stare into his and just that look sends another ripple of pleasure through me. He moves harder and faster until he finds his release as well.
“Aubrey,” my name slips past his lips as he collapses on top of me.
We embrace, holding onto each other, stroking one another’s slick, sweaty skin.
“You okay?”
“Yeah Daws, more than okay.
“Aubrey?” he asks in a quiet tone.
“Yeah, Daws?”
“You’re a blonde.”
“Ye
ah, Daws,” I gulp, realizing how exposed I truly am.
Chapter 13
Daws
I can’t believe I was just inside of her. I need to be again. It’s warm and delicious. Sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted. I’m motherfuckin’ giddy, like a goddamn school boy shooting his nut off for the first time. She is hiding so much, but at the same time she is letting me in. I can barely comprehend how fucking beautiful she is and how she is starting to trust me.
She is flipped on her stomach, the sheet barely covers her naked ass. She is not modest, like I would have imagined her to be. She is compliant, looking at me like I’m fulfilling some need in her. Maybe the need to trust someone and let them control? Truth is, I’ve always been a selfish lover. Woman want to fuck me. They want, so I take. Been taking for far too long.
With Aubrey, I want to give her everything. I want to have my own place, not fucking her in my bedroom at my parents’ place. She’s too good for the clubhouse. I never want to fuck her there. I want her far away from there and any of the shit that goes on there. Like tonight, I got called to the clubhouse because there were a ton of strippers there. Patrick started doing blow off one of their asses right in the middle of the bar. Mickey was out with Jules, and Patrick had the place going nuts. A couple of junkies were with him. I was glad Jarrod called me, but fuck, I walked in and Patrick was butt ass naked standing on the bar telling the pussy to lick the powder right off his dick. I told him to get down. He told me to fuck off. I said, now. He threw some bitch down and stomped towards me. He out ranks me so I can’t hit him first, so when he took his one shot, I was glad. Patrick has been out of control. I needed to lay his ass out flat. Knocking his ass out, without having his dick anywhere near me presented a challenge, especially with his coke induced Rocky Balboa dance all over the place. I had to kick everyone out, get the prospects to clean up and then wait ‘til Patrick was coherent enough for me to call his old lady to get his ass. Stupid bullshit. I don’t want Aubrey anywhere near it. Patrick is messed up.
I brush my fingertips up the back of her thigh. Slight goosebumps break out on her skin. My fingers trail higher over her beautiful firm ass, drawing circles on her cheeks. I move them up her back slowly. Aubrey’s breathing is changing, so I know I am affecting her.
“I’m never giving you up,” I whisper and continue moving my hands. My fingertips push her hair off of her neck and I stroke along her jaw line. “You’re so gorgeous, why change your hair color? Why change anything about you?” I have to ask, even though I’m pretty sure she won’t tell me.
“Daws, don’t ask, okay?”
“Whatever you’re hiding from I’ll protect you. Trust me.”
“I want too. It’s too much,” she says turning towards me. I notice a tear trailing down her cheek. Shit. I didn’t mean to make her cry.
“Come here.”
I pull her into my arms. I kiss her tear. I kiss her neck. I kiss her lips. Slow, agonizingly slow kisses. I stare into her green eyes. She seems to see only me, not what I do and I love that about her. Love. Fuck, shit, I’m falling in love. What the fuck? This isn’t anything I’ve ever felt before. I want slow with her. I don't want dirty. I want achingly, painfully slow sex. I don't just want to fuck her, I want to live in her. I want to make love to her.
Admitting that to myself makes me feel like a pansy, but fuck it. I roll her back over so she is on her stomach. My body is pressed against her. My dick prodding between her ass cheeks. “I love your ass.” I kiss her shoulder blades and her neck, she spreads her legs and my dick settles gliding between her slick folds. I move a leg higher so she is more open to me. I wrap my arms around her body and grab hold of both breasts. Our bodies are still slick with sweat from our earlier go, and it’s adding to how my body slides over hers. I’m not inside of her yet, just moving along the surface creating friction. Her tits are full, peaked hard and absolutely perfect.
I decide to use this time to let her know how much she can trust me, betting on the fact that her body feels aroused enough to not freeze up on me. “Sweet girl, I got some confessions to make,” I say in a soft whisper as I move all over her. I let go of one of her breasts and bring my hand down to her clit circling it giving her a ton of feeling as my dick rubs over her pussy. “I know you go by Aubriella.” She sucks in a breath and I move my fingers quicker. “Your ID you gave us was fake.” I feel a shift in her body like she thinks I should stop playing with her, so I slide the tip of my dick in her, just a little, just a tease. “I don’t buy that you’re twenty-five,” I move my dick in a little more and slowly slide it out again. “Here’s a big confession, Ari isn’t yours.”
I push my dick all the way in to the hilt but I don’t move yet. I settle there, letting her know it’s where I belong. I stop moving my hand waiting to see how she’s going to react, her breathing is rapid. Then I feel it, the smallest push back into me and I know it’s time for my last confession. “I’ll keep your secrets and I’ll protect you, but I need you to know that this confession means the most. I swirl my hips making my cock circle around her tight walls. “I’m deeply,” I move out all the way, “madly,” I slowly ease it in again, “completely,” out again, “in love…. with you.”
I slam into her, making her scream out in ecstasy as I pump in and out, filling her and giving her everything that I am.
I fuck her slow.
I fuck her hard.
I fuck her so she knows I can handle her secrets.
I want her, I love her, and after I fuck her ‘til she is screaming my name and my balls begin to tighten, I pull my dick out and let my cum cover her backside marking what’s mine.
*
“Daws?” Aubrey asks as we lay tangled limbs over limbs.
“Yeah, Aubrey?”
“So... about what you said?”
“Which part?”
“About who I am” she props herself up on one elbow staring at me dead on, “You are right about who I am. I know you won’t say anything to anyone, but Daws you need to know that my demon is so dark that you can’t protect me from him. No one can. It’s why I’m hiding. My demon is a monster so dark that the devil would be scared.”
I grab her chin making sure she sees how honest I am, “No Aubriella, you’re wrong. I’m a Devil, sometimes the Devil you know is more dangerous than the one from your nightmares. You’re with me, sweet girl. You got a whole fucking army of Devil’s on your side, you don’t need to hide or be afraid. No one will hurt you.”
“You’re wrong, Daws. This one, if he finds me, he’ll kill me. I’m sure of it. So, you have to know that if I get wind that something is off, I’m taking Ari and I’m running.”
This whole conversation is starting to piss me the fuck off. What the fuck could this guy have done to her to scare her so badly?
“You’re not leaving, did you not hear me before? I said I love you. I’m not letting you go. You’re not going to run.”
“You really love me, huh?”
“Yeah sweet girl. I do.”
“You really shouldn’t Daws. I’m not worth it.”
“You keep telling me that you don’t have worth.” My voice is becoming raised. I can’t help it. I love this woman and she puts herself down. it’s making me crazy. “I want you to tell me who made you feel this way Aub and I’ll fucking kill him right now. I’ll leave here and hunt his ass down, so that you never have to feel this way again. I don’t want to hear about you running. You’re never leaving me. You’re mine, Ari is mine and I protect what’s mine. I’m looking for a place and I want you two with me. I love what Jenny’s family has done for you both, but you belong with me.”
“Just like that Daws, you want to take Ari and me on?”
“It’s not just like that? You know this thing between us has been brewing and Ari, blood or not, is your family, so she’s mine now too. That’s how this works. You don’t run. You tell the club what you’re up against and we protect you. We don’t let anything happen to one of ours, but the
re is a condition.”
“What’s that, Daws?”
“You gotta be my old lady and that means wearing a vest and telling everyone you’re mine.”
“I want to be yours, but you don’t know what you’re asking. It’s bad. I’m not putting this on you.”
She is not understanding what I am saying. I don’t care how bad she thinks it is, we can protect her. I’m angry that this isn’t going the way I envisioned. I need a second. I sit up on the side of the bed and throw my jeans on, then my boots. She doesn’t say anything as I walk away. I grab a hoodie and step outside. It’s a cool night. My breath can be easily seen as it mixes with my cigarette smoke. I need to figure out what’s happened to Aubrey to make her hide. I need to find out who hurt her so I can make him pay.
“Daws?” I hear Aubrey call my name as she steps out onto the porch. She’s dressed and I wish for nothing more than her to still be laying naked in my bed. I step out from the shadows of the porch, so that she can see me.
“Over here.”
“Thank God. I thought you left. Your phone has been going off nonstop since you walked out of the room.” She walks over to me and hands me my phone that is still lighting up. I turned it on vibrate when I got back tonight. Nine missed calls and it goes off again in my hand.
I answer, “Daws.”
“Need you at Wakeman General right away,” Jules says to me.
“What’s happened?” My heart is racing.
“It’s your dad. We think he had a heart attack. I got back to the clubhouse and went to check in with him. He wasn’t right.” I continue talking with him as I grab my keys and motion for Aubrey to follow me.
“Is he alive?” I ask concern evident in my tone as I start up the car.
“Yeah, he is.”
“We’re on our way. Call me if anything happens,” I say as I disconnect the call.
“What is it?” Aubrey asks.
“It’s my dad. They think he had a heart attack.”
She squeezes my leg and wraps her arms around me on our way to the hospital. This time, it’s her constant touch that I need.
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