Challenged (Vipers Creed MC#1)

by Ryan Michele

  I don’t fucking think so. She gave me everything. No way in hell would I allow her to try to push me away. I had a fucking sledge hammer to knock down those walls.

  I climbed onto the bed, blanketing her body with mine. Every inch of my heat touched hers even with the fabric between us. The thump of her heart beat against my chest in rapid succession. I fucking got to her. Damn straight I did, and I wouldn’t let go.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes wide, jaw slacked.

  I bent down, brushing my nose against her jaw bone, then came back up to stare into her beautiful green eyes. “We’re not done, Trixie. Not by a fucking long shot.” I pressed my lips to hers, taking exactly what I wanted.

  She stiffened then moved, trying to get away.

  “You need to …” Her words were muffled by my mouth. Whatever she was about to say, I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t give a shit.

  I gripped her hair, deepening the kiss. She tried to resist but failed as she began to soften. Her hands fell from the sheet between us, her fingers threading through my hair. Damn, I fucking loved the slight pulls she gave without even realizing how they only made my cock harder for her.

  So many fucking nights after that first taste I had of her, all I thought about was Trixie. I wanted to pinch my damn self to make sure it was real, but her lips told me the answer. Even after fifteen years, I never forgot that first fucking taste of her. Trixie had been the only girl in my entire life that I actually dated for any period of time. She spun herself around me so fucking tight back then I didn’t think I’d ever come up for air. It was happening again.

  When she finally let me inside her that first time, I came to the stark realization of her virginity. I waged a war within myself. Should I? Shouldn’t I? She was too sweet, too Trixie. I wanted that. I wanted to be her fucking first. I wanted her, so I took it. It was mine—always had been, always would be. Even fifteen years ago, I was still a selfish bastard.

  Unfortunately, life sucked, and I couldn’t keep her. My sick fuck of a father ruined it, and I had to call it off. I couldn’t say the words, though, so I did the only other thing I could. I ignored her. It hurt like hell, but it was for her own good.

  I remembered seeing her stares directed my way, her avoidance, the way she had taken another path at school so she wouldn’t have to see me. And I felt like an ass, but that was what had to happen. I had a job to do for my club. As much as it killed me, I had to let her go.

  I pulled away from her lips, loving when she raised her head to follow, only to fall back into the pillow. Her jade green eyes fluttered open as if she were lost. Fuck, her eyes were the sexiest ones I’d ever seen. With her pupils dilated, the color took my breath away.

  I brushed the hair away from her cheek, pinning it behind her ear. Her head tilted as I did, almost shyly.

  “I …”

  I held my finger to her lips, quieting her instantly. I refused to hear any crap about me leaving. I wasn’t fucking going anywhere except back inside her heat, staying in her bed and in her life.

  “We’ll talk later. We’ve got shit to discuss, but tonight, let me make up for fifteen years ago.”

  A low noise escaped her throat, her eyes turning as round as saucers. I could see them working, moving back and forth, no doubt what I did to her all those years ago plaguing her head.

  She began to shake her head. “No, we have nothing …”

  I pressed my finger harder against her mouth, making her words sound like incoherent mumbles. Regardless, I knew she was protesting because the starch in her spine came back.

  “I get you, baby. We’ll hash all of it out later.”

  She tilted her head to nip at my finger, but I quickly pulled it away from her teeth. The little minx.

  “We are not doing this, Cade. Once, that was it. No more.”

  I watched her eyes widened at my smile. I felt devilish, so I could only imagine what I looked like.

  “Once didn’t even scratch the itch, Trixie.”

  “Don’t care,” she snapped back, beginning to move below me. I loved that she actually thought she could squirm away from me. “It scratched mine, so that’s it. You need to go now.”

  Laughing probably wasn’t the best thing to do with her glare turning menacing in a cute way, yet I couldn’t help myself.

  “We’ll see about that.” I crashed my lips to hers as I lifted my body just enough to remove the sheet. She tried to keep ahold of it, but I was able to rip it out of our way.

  She didn’t kiss me back, but no way would I give up that easily. I kept at it until her nails dug into my shoulders, and some of that sass melted away from her as she kissed me back.

  I broke the kiss, moving to her jaw, down her neck, down her collarbone to her plump tits, making her tremble. Fuck, I was a tits man. Lucky for me, Trixie had ample ones. And they were the best because they were fucking real—none of that fake-ass shit with her.

  I kissed between them, cupping each in a hand. I squeezed hard, kneading them, the flesh so damn soft. Her back arched, inviting more. Lucky for her, the mood struck me to give her more, a lot more.

  I kissed up her breast, finding a pert, hardened, pink nipple. I sucked it deep inside my mouth, continuing my assault on the other.

  The sounds that came from her were so damn sexy my cock twitched, wanting some attention. In due time. Let’s enjoy this shit.

  “God, why do you have such a great mouth?” she moaned.

  “Better to eat you with.” I kissed my way over to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.

  Using the wetness from the other, I pinched then rolled the tight tip. Trixie’s hips bucked as she pulled my hair hard, the pain exciting me more, driving my lips to allow the suction to take over. Her breathing turned ragged. It was my fucking goal to make her breathless.

  I moved from breast to breast over and over again until her hips bucked so insistently that I had to give her a reprieve.

  As I moved down her body, her skin felt like silk to my lips, each touch soft and inviting. I dove into her navel, executing circle after circle with my tongue. I could smell her from here, the scent of her pussy making my mouth water. I needed to fucking taste her, really devour her.

  I kissed down her stomach, her muscles quivering as I moved. The small patch of dark hair trimmed to perfection covered her mound. I fucking loved that she took care of herself.

  Rubbing my nose in her soft curls, I swiped her pussy with my finger, the wetness making it an easy glide.

  “Cade!” She jerked her hips, attempting to get away or follow. I couldn’t tell which, but I realized quickly that I might need to hold her ass down.

  “Smells so fucking good, Trixie,” I told her as she started to tremble.

  “You should stop.” The words came out as an achy moan, letting me know she didn’t mean them for a second.

  “Babe, your body doesn’t lie.” I nipped her before I moved farther down, pulling her legs apart revealing my next meal.

  The lips of her pussy were plump with a darkish pink tint. The outer lips were perfect. Her hard clit popped out from under its hood, begging for my mouth.

  I couldn’t wait a second longer.

  As I licked from ass to clit, her female, sweet musk exploded on my tongue. Fuck me. She was beyond sweet, more like candied, even honey, and so damn fucking good. I sucked on her outside lips before pushing my tongue into her body in quick succession.

  I put my arm over her waist to hold her down as she tried bouncing her hips. Then I grabbed her nub between my teeth, giving it a small bite as she screamed out. I sucked hard while diving my fingers into her tight pussy, moving from her inner to outer lips to her clit over and over again, feeling her writhe below me.

  When I felt her close to climax, I pulled back, wanting her to come on my cock.

  “Don’t stop,” she groaned.

  I looked up, the sight steeling my dick. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back in passion, clutching the sheets
with white knuckles. Fuck, it was beautiful.

  I went back to licking, nipping, biting and sucking every part of her pussy, taking each drop of her into my mouth as she continuously grew wetter and wetter. Her body began to tremble with her need. She was more than ready for me.

  With one more delicious swipe to her clit, I moved back up her body despite her moans of protest. I reached for a condom, slipping it on, then kissed her lips as she dug her nails hard into my back while wrapping her legs around my hips, trapping me in place. The woman was damn strong.

  I ripped my mouth away. “You want my cock inside you again, Trixie? Want me to take you hard and rough? Pound into your body with every muscle in me until you scream my fucking name?”

  She moaned. My words. I could tell she fucking loved the crudeness. Thank Christ, too, because I couldn’t be anyone else but me.

  “Want me to drag my cock in and out so hard all you hear is the slap of our flesh connecting over and over again?”

  Her hips bucked. “Would you just fuck me already!”

  I was pretty sure she wanted those words to come out angry, but she missed the mark on her delivery. They came out breathy and wanton. Damn, I needed to fucking be inside her.

  I lifted my hips and drove inside her to the hilt. Her eyes widened as she screamed from the invasion. Her pussy clamped around my cock so hard it took everything I had to keep from blowing my load at that very moment like a fucking teenager.

  “Can’t go slow,” I growled, not thinking I’d ever be able to go slow with Trixie. She flipped so many damn switches inside of me that my control was on a short leash.

  “Do it.” She arched into me, her tits pushing into my chest.

  I let go, ruthlessly pushing in and out of her. Leaning down, I took one of her nipples in my mouth and bit it before sucking.

  She dug her fingertips hard into my shoulders, so much so I wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood, and I didn’t fucking care. I wanted her, every goddamned inch of her.

  With my left hand, I rubbed hard over her clit, showing no mercy as her pussy tightened around my cock. She was ready to explode, and fuck, it felt good, so damn good.

  As she came, I had to stop thrusting; her grip on me was like a damn vice. Her shudders wracked her body, and I swore not one inch of her didn’t convulse.

  When she finally let go of my cock and I was about ready to blow … an idea struck.

  I pulled out, ripping off the condom and sat between her sprawled thighs, pumping my cock hard and fast. Come raced from me, splattering all over her stomach, her pussy, even up to her tits as she heaved in and out, trying to breathe.

  Fucking knew I’d make her breathless. With my dick still in hand, I gave it a few more strokes, and Trixie’s eyes were on every movement, only turning me on more.

  “Like watching me pump my cock?”

  She nodded and licked her lips. Fuck.

  “My come’s all over you. Fucking love it.”

  I released my cock and smeared my come into her skin, around her stomach, up her breasts, and down by her pussy. She did nothing but lay there, accepting every swipe.

  “Fuck, that’s so goddamned hot.”

  Trixie smiled, and it lit up the whole goddamned room. Fuck, she was beautiful.

  “I’m all sticky now.”

  “Best fucking look I’ve ever seen on a woman,” I growled, looking down at her.

  She was utter perfection. She’d grown so much since that first time I had her. Her curves were ones a man like me could hold on to and fuck hard without worrying I’d break her in half. Her legs were toned, but they had enough meat to wrap around my hips nicely. The dip between her hip and stomach made my mouth water. Fuck, I was getting hard again. This fucking woman turned me inside out.

  She blushed, which was pretty fucking cute. Beneath the attitude, she was all softness. Fucking loved that.

  Had to be hard in my life, but when I wanted sweet, I needed that too. What was even better, I had every indication her reaction was more to my words than her body. She owned her figure, enjoyed it, reveled in it. She wasn’t covering herself up, trying to hide. No, her hiding came from somewhere else. I sensed there were emotional wounds she didn’t want me to see.

  “I need to go clean up,” she said, her eyes still not coming down from the high I’d just given her. If she left this bed, though, it would come crashing down, and she’d let her brain start putting those fucking walls back up again.

  I lay back down on top of her, my sticky release between the two of us. Fuck, even that was hot. I rolled to my side, pulling her to my body as closely as I could.

  “Later,” I murmured, kissing her lips softly.

  “I’m all gross, and now you’re all gross. I’m not staying like this,” she fired back, her spark igniting.

  I smiled at the little fireball. “It’s unbelievably hot.” I pressed my semi hard cock against her thigh.

  “You’re ready to go again already?” she asked incredulously, and I laughed.

  “Not quite yet. Give me a bit. You’ve already milked me dry twice. Need a little recoup time.”

  She relaxed a bit in my arms, but her eyes didn’t meet mine.

  “Are you clean?” she asked.

  “Guess we should have talked about that,” I mused. “Yeah, I’m clean. Get checked routinely, but I’ll have our guy run the tests to make sure. You on the pill?”

  She stilled. “It doesn’t matter, because this is over.”

  “Answer the fucking question,” I retorted, squeezing her just a bit.

  “I am, but it doesn’t matter, because like I said, this is the last time.”

  I said nothing, just settled in, holding her. She wanted a fight, and I wasn’t going to give it to her.

  “You wanna talk now or sleep?” I asked after long moments passed in silence.

  “I’m not sleeping covered in your sticky mess. And you’re not staying here,” she protested, meeting me straight on.

  I fucking loved that shit. Loved how she didn’t back down.

  “So, let’s talk, then.”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea, either,” she retorted, her lip giving the slightest curl before she wiped it away.

  “I could just fuck you again.”

  She rolled her eyes and countered, “How about a shower?”

  That sounded like a fucking excellent plan.

  “Now you’re talkin’.” I rolled from the bed, and she followed, looking down at my seed spread across her.

  I fucking loved leaving my mark on her. Never wanted to mark a woman before, but with Trixie, I’d wanted to mark her since I saw her in the hallway when we were kids, put my permanent stamp on her.

  I stepped to the side as she walked past me, her ass shaking with each step. I slapped it, and she turned around and yelped.

  “Why did you do that?” she asked quickly.

  “Had to. Sexy ass in front of me, had to slap it.”

  She gave me a roll of the eyes then turned on the water, feeling it before stepping in.

  I took a quick piss then joined her. The hot spray of the water fell over her body as she lathered up her hands and began to scrub off everything I had just put on her.

  I pulled her hands away.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Let me.” I grabbed the soap, lathered it, and started at her neck.

  I made slow circles with my thumbs, feeling her throat bob from swallowing deeply. I moved to her shoulders, breasts, down her front, and then landed on my knees in front of her as she stood stock-still. Then I rose and turned her around to rinse off her body.

  I gave the same attention to her back, making sure to cup her ass roughly. Fuck, her body was amazing, and I enjoyed every second of touching it.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  I placed my lips to her ear. “Cleaning you.”

  “I get that, Cade, but why?” Her voice came out a bit timid, unsure.

  I turned her. �
��Because I like doing it.” I took her lips again and pressed her body to mine. I stole her breath with a kiss, taking it for my own. “Fucking enjoy it.”

  I looked for the shampoo, noting strawberries on the label. Grinning to myself, I realized then the reason I always smelled the sweetness on her.

  I turned Trixie toward the water. “Tip your head back.”

  She eyed me wearily. The trust wasn’t there. I knew I had broken it long ago, but it was time to start building it back up.

  “I can do it myself,” she protested.

  “Trixie …” I warned.

  It must have clicked in her head that I meant business, because she slowly turned toward the spray.

  “Tip your head,” I reminded her when she paused a bit too long for my liking.

  A slow motion reel took place, or at least, if felt that way since it took her so long to comply. I’d just been inside this woman, and it hurt that she didn’t trust me enough to wash her hair. I had my work cut out for me.

  As she wet her hair, I enjoyed watching the water cascade down her body. When she finally tilted her head forward again, I squirted shampoo in my hands then massaged it into her head.

  “I don’t get this. It feels too …” She trailed off, a moan escaping her as my fingers dug into her scalp.

  “Good?” I finished.

  “Oh, yes,” she said almost blissfully.

  I pulled her back gently into the water. Rinsing the soap from her sexy hair, I then massaged again with the conditioner.

  This time, I gave attention to her neck. I felt each knot she was carrying around with her, attempting to knead each one out.

  The water started to cool, so I put her head under again, getting all the conditioner out before it got frigid.

  “Thanks,” she whispered softly, moving to the side so I could quickly wash my body.

  “You done?” I asked.

  At her nod, I turned off the faucets, reached out, and grabbed a towel. I toweled her off first then wrapped it around her body before grabbing one for myself, doing the same.

  When I followed her into the bedroom, she turned around abruptly, and I ran smack into her.