by Sweet, Izzy
The hard bulge behind his zipper grinds against my clit and my entire body goes taut as my core clenches, aching to have him inside me.
Aching to feel complete again.
My reactions spurring him on, his movements become rougher, more aggressive.
Sliding his hand out of my shirt, he wastes no time pushing it up my skirt.
My thighs squeeze around his waist, trying to pull his hips back as they leave me. Undeterred and much stronger, he stands firm, ignoring me. It’s my turn to growl in frustration until his thick fingers yank my panties to the side.
Then those same fingers are pushing through my lips.
“Fuck, you’re already soaking wet, baby,” he nearly chokes.
“I missed you too,” I pant, and jerk my hips as his fingers find my clit.
I’m so on edge, I might come at any second. This is the longest we’ve ever been apart. The longest my body has had to survive without him.
“Coy,” I half-moan, half-plead.
I don’t want to come like this. I only want to come with him inside me.
A wicked glint entering his eyes, his fingers continue to work my clit.
Swirling, pressing, pinching.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
Goddammit, he always does this to me.
“I—I want…” I groan and my lashes begin to flutter as my release draws closer.
Just a little bit more, a little more pressure…
“Uh-uh,” he says and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
His fingers stop.
I’m left dangling on the edge.
“Tell me, Allie,” he demands.
Did I say I missed him? I take that back.
He’s totally a jerk.
A smirk unfurls across his lips.
Yep, a total jerk.
He knows talking dirty is hard for me. I’ve always struggled with it despite the words I can say quite comfortably inside my head. It’s a holdover from all the things my parents have drilled into me. Things about being a proper, upstanding lady.
One must always be gracious and say please and thank you.
One must never tell a boy she wants him to stuff her with his cock.
It’s been so long though, so long since we’ve been alone, my clit is throbbing with unfulfilled want.
And that smirk on his face certainly doesn’t help.
Taking a small breath, I will the words to come out. “I—I want you…”
His smirk sharpens as I trail off.
“I want you to fuck me, Coy. Fuck me hard,” I finally blurt out.
The smirk falls from his face and his jaw nearly drops from shock.
I’d be pleased with myself if my whole damn body wasn’t pulsing with need.
“Dammit, Coy,” I groan when he just stares at me like he doesn’t know who I am.
That seems to bring him back to reality.
Shaking his head sharply, he growls, “Fuck, you don’t have to ask twice.”
Reaching down, he unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock. He gives it two strokes, from base to crown. Then, grabbing me by the hip, he begins to guide it to my entrance.
His slippery head bumps against me when I suddenly remember something else.
“Wait,” I say and clench up.
After staring at me, he drops his chin and groans. “Shit. I almost forgot.”
Releasing his grip on his cock, he shoves his hand into his front pocket and pulls out a condom.
Another holdover from all the shit my parents drilled in my head.
Nothing is unforgivable in their eyes.
Nothing that is except for having a baby out of wedlock.
I watch him lift the foil wrapper up to his mouth and tear into it with his teeth. Eyes locked on mine, they blaze with love and need.
And the strangest urge comes over me.
“Stop,” I say, but he pulls the condom out of the wrapper like he didn’t hear me.
Sliding my arm off his shoulder, I grab him by the wrist as he drops the condom down to his cock, about to roll it on. “Stop, Coy.”
Coy’s eyes spark with irritation and his jaw clenches. As tight as his body is, I can tell he’s on the edge, but he’s trying hard to be patient with me.
His voice is rough and scratchy as he asks, “What’s wrong, baby?”
I suck in a breath. Am I really going to do this?
“No condom,” I say as I knock the condom out of his hand.
It falls to the carpet.
Coy looks down at the condom then his head jerks up to me. His eyes search my eyes as he reaches up and grabs the side of my face. “Are you sure?”
His thumb strokes along the line of my jaw. His grip might be rough and possessive, but there’s so much gentleness there too.
I wrap my arm around his neck again and pull him close, my eyes never leaving his eyes. “I’m sure. I don’t want anything between us.”
I want to feel his flesh against my flesh. I want it so bad, I start to tremble, aching for it.
Coy stares into my eyes for a second longer before his hand slides down, his fingers wrapping around my hip.
His grip squeezes around me the same moment he thrusts forward.
My throbbing, aching flesh spreads open for him and I suck in a sharp breath as he fills me up.
Stretching me, forcing me to make room for him.
It doesn’t matter how many times we do this, it always feels like the first time.
The first time I let him inside.
The first time I let him become a part of me.
Cementing him permanently in my soul.
“Fucking hell… you’re so warm…” Coy growls before he pulls back and slams into me again.
My ass smashes against the wall from the force of his thrust and my eyes want to roll into the back of my head.
The sensation of his cock gliding against my slick walls is intense, but it’s not nearly as intense as the emotions swelling in my chest.
I want to explode, to burst with them.
To be free of them.
Sometimes this love I have for him is so strong it scares me nearly to death.
We’re too young and too naïve for this to be real…
But as Coy begins to drive his body into mine, driving into me like his very life depends on it, I know he feels it too.
Feels powerless to stop it…
We’re caught up in something bigger than us. Something primal that will probably destroy us both.
But we can’t stop it… no, there’s no stopping it now.
All we can do is give into the beast and hope for the best.
Coy’s hand suddenly wraps around my throat and my eyes snap open, locking on his.
There’s love in there, but the anger is back.
“Is this hard enough for you?” he grunts.
“Harder,” I moan.
Eyes narrowing, his thrusts become deeper, more violent, and my thighs tighten around his hips.
Like I said before, I’ll take whatever he gives me.
Because I desperately need it.
I need his tenderness, but there’s also a darker part of me that craves his violence.
My fingers claw at his shoulders as his grip tightens around my throat, cutting off my air.
With just a little more pressure, he could end it all now and put us both out of our misery.
But he doesn’t.
His hips pound mercilessly into me, so forceful he’s not only smashing me into the wall, he’s smashing against my clit.
Forcing everything he has into me.
His love. His affection.
His loathing.
His hate.
Hate because I’ve made him weak.
Spots dance in front of my eyes and my lungs scream for air, but the pleasure inside me continues to build and build.
I’m so close, I can practically taste the relief on the horizon.
“Hey, Coy. That thing
—” someone suddenly says behind him.
“Get out,” Coy snarls back, his hard, almost frantic pace never wavering.
“Shit. Yeah… sorry, brother.”
The door slams and blackness begins to creep into my vision.
Coy finally eases his grip around my throat and I suck in air just as my orgasm hits.
Crying out with my next breath, my walls squeeze around him. Milking him as I’m swept up into a tidal wave of pure liquid bliss.
This is the moment I live for. The moment when my craving for him is sated for just a few precious seconds.
My hair is tugged, my neck forced to arch back, and then Coy’s breath is in my ear. He pants as he swells up and pulses inside me.
And for the first time, I feel his warmth.
Fuck, he’s so warm.
After milking everything I can out of him, the walls of my pussy give one last spasm around his cock and we both still. Savoring this brief moment of freedom.
Then, as quickly as it came, it disappears again.
The craving slowly begins to slither back in.
Coy makes the first move. Pulling back, he slides out of my body and a gush of warm wetness leaks out of me.
We both glance down and my cheeks burn with heat.
This has never happened before…
“Jesus,” Coy groans and then he’s sweeping me into his arms.
Picking me up, he carries me into the bathroom and sets me down on the counter.
My heart feeling as raw as my throat, I watch him silently as he moves around the bathroom. And again, I’m struck by how much he’s changed since I first met him. How much he’s grown.
A year ago, he was tall and lean, almost skinny. Now he’s covered in so much muscle his black shirt strains against his pecs.
Maybe I should buy him some new shirts. I don’t think he’s even aware of his new size.
Grabbing a washcloth out of a drawer, he soaks it under the sink faucet before wringing it out and carrying it over to me.
Nudging my legs open, he steps into me. My blush burns even hotter and I have to look away, unable to watch as I spread myself open for him.
Exposed.
With him, I’m always fucking exposed.
I stare at the wall, tense and waiting for him to clean me. To wipe away the aftermath of what we did.
After a couple of minutes, when nothing happens, I peek over at him to see him staring intently between my thighs.
My first instinct is to snap my legs shut, and I give into it.
With a soft growl, he grabs me by the knees and pulls them back open.
“Coy...” I protest.
Jaw clenched, he tosses the wet washcloth away.
Then his fingers are on me, working and rubbing his cum in.
“Oh my god, Coy, stop,” I whine.
He’s torturing my poor, over-sensitive clit.
Dark head bent down, eyes still locked between my thighs, he asks, “Why? I’m just marking what’s mine…”
“Because…” I gasp and try to squirm away from him. “Because I have to go.”
His head snaps up and I watch pain quickly followed by anger flash across his eyes.
“No, you don’t,” he snaps and focuses all of his attention on my clit. “You’re staying right here with me, Allie.”
“I do,” I half-whine, half-beg as I twist away from his torturous digits. “You know I have to go. My parents will notice if I’m not there when they get back.”
“Fuck them,” he growls and pinches my clit. “You belong right here.”
“Dammit, Coy!” I cry out, arching my spine and gripping the counter as a bolt of intense sensation courses through my body. “You know they’ll call the fucking police again!”
“I don’t fucking care,” he insists and redoubles his efforts, his fingers working me with an almost inhuman speed.
“You… you might not,” I struggle to say as the pleasure inside me grows. Fuck, I’m going to come again and this time it’s going to hurt. “But your dad and brothers will when they trash the clubhouse again.”
Peering up at him, panting, my eyes plead with him to release me.
If he doesn’t stop now, we won’t stop. We’ll keep going all night and be totally fucked.
Coy makes a sound of disgust and tears himself away just as I almost reach my peak.
Shaking and trembling, I squeeze my knees together and watch him start to pace.
There’s so much malevolent energy rolling off him right now the air seems to buzz with it, and I find myself holding my breath.
“Goddammit!” he suddenly roars and punches the tile wall.
Punches it so fucking hard, he leaves blood smeared all over it.
“Coy!” I gasp and jump off the counter.
Grabbing him by the wrist, I look down at his bloody, busted-up knuckles and feel so much sadness welling up inside me I almost can’t contain it.
It always ends like this lately. Whenever we finally get to be together, it always ends with me pissing him off because I can’t stay.
Coy is only a couple of months older than me, but ever since he turned eighteen and started prospecting into the club, it’s like he’s suddenly in a rush for us to settle down, get married, and start a family.
“Fuck, Allie… I’m sorry, don’t cry, baby,” he says as a tear breaks free and rolls down my cheek.
Closing my eyes, I will all the tears and despair back. I will not breakdown in front of him, I refuse to.
Wrapping me up in his arms, Coy pulls me close and hugs me against his chest.
“I’m sorry, too,” I choke out before I finally get a grip on myself.
This shit, it’s only temporary.
Remembering that, I feel a little better.
We’ve already survived six months of my parent’s trying to keep us apart, what’s a little more time?
I let Coy hold me for much longer than I should. Forgetting for a few moments why I shouldn’t as I press my ear against him and listen to the thumping beats of his heart.
I soak up all his warmth, soak up the now.
With the clock ticking louder and louder in my ears, I force myself to gather up every ounce of willpower I have and gently push him away.
“Two more weeks,” I say, looking up at him.
Only two more weeks and I’ll be eighteen. I’ll be free from my overbearing parents and anyone else who wants to stop me from being with Coy.
I let my eyes feast on all the little details of his face, burning them into my brain for later.
When the loneliness threatens to consume me.
The dark scruff covering his jaw. The sharp lines of his cheeks. His lips… full lips that kiss me so hard they shatter me.
And those eyes.
Dark, fiery eyes that always cut straight through me, cut to my very core.
“Two weeks too fucking long,” he grumbles.
“You say that now, but wait until you can’t get rid of me,” I try to tease.
Fuck, for once I want to walk out of here on a good note.
“Never,” he declares vehemently and pulls me back into his arms. “I’m never letting you get away. I fucking marked you, woman. You’re mine.”
Chapter Two
Coy
Gremlin bustin’ in right in the middle of me fucking my woman has my nerves frayed as shit. I already don’t get to spend enough time with Allie as it is, but him fucking burstin’ in to remind me we gotta go out to work pissed me the fuck off.
Not at him or the club, but at the thought that Allie and I will have to fucking split apart again. I have to put up with this shit because of her fucking uptight, dickhead parents.
And all this time apart is fucking killing me.
Never have I seen a pair of more uptight people in my life. Her parents act like just because I’m not rich, I don’t deserve to breathe the same damn air as Allie. Fuck, if they only knew we’re gettin’ married as soon as she hits eighteen, they’d probab
ly have heart attacks.
Fuck, if they knew we’re fucking, they’d probably hire someone to take my ass out. Then again, since we’re the only ones around here that would do the work, I don’t think that’s gonna happen.
I’ve got one foot in the club, prospecting my way in, and the other is trying to stay on firm ground with Allie.
And I won’t back down from either one.
All I’ve ever wanted was to be a Royal Bastard and to take Allie as my own.
Both are so fucking close now I can taste them. Two fucking weeks and Allie’s going to come home with me and never go back to those strait-laced hypocrites.
We’ll get married, I’ll get her knocked up to cement the deal, and then we’ll go on with our lives as it should be.
I hold Allie close to my chest, breathing her scent in, not ready to let her go yet.
Fuck, I’m never ready to let her go. It defies every fucking possessive instinct in my body to let her walk away from me.
Gremlin yells and pounds on the door. “Yo, Coy! We gotta move, man! Ain’t got a lotta time left before we have to be there!”
Goddammit. It nearly fucking kills me to pull away from Allie, but I force myself to do it.
Two more weeks. Two more fucking weeks, I remind myself.
Then she’s mine and I’m keeping her ass where it belongs—in my fucking bed.
“Alright!” I shout back at the door and swipe up my black leather kutte with the word Prospect stitched at the bottom.
Being the son of the Louisville Royal Bastards President doesn’t mean shit. I could be worth a billion dollars and I’d still have to go through the probationary period. I’ve gotta prospect just like any other man who wants in the club, no exceptions.
Fuck, bein’ the Pres’s son means I probably catch more hell than any of the other guys. Gotta make sure I know I’m a brother and not someone special.
I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way, except for right fucking now.
Yanking the bedroom door open to see Gremlin standing there with his arms crossed over his chest gives me pause. Normally, he’s the happy-go-lucky kind of fuck. Right now, he looks harassed and pissed.
“What’s up?” I ask, grabbing and pulling Allie’s hand so she’s standing beside me.
“We’re gonna be late as fuck if we don’t move now. Hound’s already pissed we ain’t gone yet,” he says and motions back through the clubhouse to parts unknown.
