by Lilly Atlas
Something he planned to remedy in the very near future.
“Ready to head out, gorgeous?” he asked while making eye contact with Thunder.
The prospect nodded once then lifted his hands in surrender. “Have fun kids.” He moved on down the bar. Good. The kid got it. He knew he’d never patch if he so much as bumped into Shell in the future.
Shell gazed up at him, concern in her baby blues. “Everything okay with Rusty?”
Last thing Copper would let Shell do was stress over club shit. She had an overflowing plate as it was. She didn’t need details of his club business weighing on her mind as well as everything else she dealt with. “All good, baby. Let’s roll.”
Fifteen minutes later, Copper’s cock was so hard he wasn’t sure there was enough blood left for his brain to remember the way to Shell’s house. The moment she’d climbed on his bike, she dove her hands under his shirt with a muttered, “It’s freezing,” and had been softly stroking his skin ever since.
Riding a motorcycle with a rigid cock wasn’t an easy feat. Especially with a passenger who seemed to know her effect and use it to her full advantage. Her short nails scraped over his lower abs just as he turned into her driveway. After he killed the engine, he said. “Gonna pay for that ride, baby.”
Giggles floated over his shoulder. Shell didn’t often get the chance to be uninhibited without responsibilities. Made the occasions she could really let loose and have fun extra sweet.
“You had it coming,’ she whispered. “Teasing me like that in the clubhouse. Then I had to ride with both you and that giant vibrating machine between my legs for six miles. I’m so turned on, I could probably come just from watching you strip at this point.”
Copper groaned. Damn minx. “Climb off, Shell. Then walk into the house. Don’t want to fuck you out here in the cold, but I don’t trust myself to touch you without taking you.”
A shiver ripped through her, shaking her body against his back, but it had nothing to do with the cold. He bet if he reached in whatever scrap of panties she was wearing, she’d be dripping.
Shell did as he asked, gripping his shoulders for leverage as she swung her leg over the bike. Her ass swayed back and forth in a hypnotizing pattern as she strode toward the house. When she reached the two steps leading to her stoop, she peered over her shoulder, one eyebrow arched. “Coming?” she asked.
“After you do at least twice.” He dismounted the bike and stalked after her.
Those gorgeous blue irises deepened in color, resembling the ocean right before a turbulent storm. He took the keys from her hands and unlocked the door. Holding it open, he gestured inside. Once she was safely through the door, he did a quick visual sweep of her yard. Call him paranoid, but he worried about her safety constantly.
“You wanted to shower, right?” Shell bit her lower lip and rocked back on her heels, seeming suddenly unsure of herself. “I can throw your clothes in the wash while you’re in there. You want a drink or something?”
The rambling was cute but unnecessary. What the fuck did she have to be nervous about? The woman pretty much had him by the balls. “Yeah,” he said. “I need to shower, but there’s no way I’m going in there without you. Fuck the clothes. We can wash them later. There won’t be anything between us tonight, so the clothes don’t matter.”
“Oh,” she said, eyes wide and mouth forming an adorable O.
“Come on.” He had yet to touch her, mostly because he meant what he’d said outside. The moment he got his hands on her, he was going to fuck her. And he didn’t want to do that smelling like the cheap whiskey Rusty had dumped on his clothes.
Shell led the way to her small but neat bathroom. She’d decorated the ensuite space with a rustic theme. The entire tiny house was decorated the same way. She’d never said, but the way she’d set up her place led him to believe she longed to live in a country cabin out in the woods. The house was warm, inviting, cozy, and never failed to draw him into a state of comfort he failed to find in his own space.
Though perhaps it was the woman more than the atmosphere.
When she stepped into the bathroom, she immediately flicked on the shower, testing the water. “Give it a few minutes. Takes a while to warm up.”
The shower definitely wasn’t big, but it would be more than adequate if they were willing to get a little close. Which Copper was. The closer the better.
Copper crossed his arms at the hem of his shirt and stripped it over his head. Shell’s focus stayed riveted to him as he moved his hands to the button of his jeans. Licking her lips, she reached toward his zipper.
“Don’t,” he barked, sharper than he meant. If she touched him, all bets were off, and he had a fantasy he wanted to fulfill tonight.
She jumped and snatched her hand back. Finishing the job, Copper worked his jeans down his legs. He’d forgone underwear. What was the point? It would only strangle the hard-on he’d known he was going to be rocking all night.
Shell stared at his cock as it emerged from his jeans, thwacking against his stomach. “Strip,” he said. “Then get in the shower.”
She met his gaze before bending forward and lowering the long zipper that ran the length of her boot. Once she’d removed what could be used as a deadly weapon, she did the same to the other. Next came the sinfully tight black pants. Copper grabbed the base of his dick as she shimmied the clingy material over her hips. When they were gone, she straightened. A tiny red thong matching her red top clung to the damp folds of her pussy.
“All of it,” he managed to say.
She’d gotten distracted and stopped removing her clothing, staring instead at him stroking himself.
“Shell. Get fucking naked.”
With a chuckle, she crossed her arms and peeled the form-fitting top off one inch at a time. Copper groaned at the sight of her ample tits encased in red silk. They rose and fell in a rapid clip, echoing the force of her breaths.
“Copper,” she whispered. “You’re just staring at me, and I feel like I could come.”
He worked his hand up and down his length at a leisurely pace. “I’m right there with you.”
She smiled then, extra confidence in her expression. Women liked to know they had power over men with their bodies. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped the bra with feminine ease and let it tumble to the ground, cast aside.
“Fuck me,” Copper whispered. “Swear to Christ they’re even sexier than they were on Wednesday.” Plump and high, with tight, pointed nipples, those tits were screaming for his mouth. But he didn’t move toward her yet. “Panties.”
Her grin grew wicked. Thumbs in the silky string wrapping around her hips, she eased the panties down her shapely legs and off her body. He’d hoped she’d toss them in his direction so he could inhale her arousal, but no such luck.
Although what she did might have been even better.
“These sure are wet,” she said in a husky tone that betrayed her desire.
Copper just smirked. “Step under the spray.”
“In a minute.” She fisted the damp panties then lifted them and ran them across her breasts. With a moan, she paused and paid special attention to her nipples, scraping the fabric over the sensitive peaks.
Copper’s entire body jerked with the sharp rush of arousal. He squeezed the base of his dick to keep from shooting his load across the bathroom. His head spun as more blood surged south. “Shell,” he growled.
Her head fell back on another moan as she continued to torture her nipples with the soaked material, imprinting the scent of her arousal on her skin. “Feels good.” Her free hand came up and tweaked the other nipple, pinching and rolling it between her fingers. “Though nothing feels as good as your mouth.”
He was going to lose his shit in about three seconds. “Get in the fucking shower,” he said.
Shell giggled. “So stern,” she said then tossed the red silk at his feet. Two backward steps later, she was in the shower and under the spray. Water saturated her hair,
weighing down her curls and lengthening them until they no longer existed. Rivulets of water ran down her body, creating trails Copper wanted to capture with his tongue.
“Spread your legs.”
This time, she obeyed immediately, stepping her feet wider than her shoulders.
“Sit.”
A narrow bench extended along the back wall of the shower. Large enough for her to perch her ass on, but it wouldn’t be the most comfortable.
Once again, she complied and kept her legs spread wide. So trusting, so giving, so his.
Now he had a full-frontal view of her glistening pussy to go with her slippery tits. Perfection…almost.
“Touch yourself.”
He’d thought she might hesitate but was quickly finding out when it came to sex, Shell was not at all what he expected. She was open, curious, creamed when he talked dirty to her, and most important of all seemed to revel in following his direction. She looked to him, allowed him to lead, took his instruction.
Case in point, without hesitation, she slid her palm over the small swell of her stomach and straight down to her mound. Bypassing her clit, she parted her folds with her thumb and middle finger then inserted her forefinger straight into the slick channel. He was dying to see the expression of bliss on her face, but couldn’t tear his gaze away from where her pussy devoured her finger.
Working the digit in and out, she picked up the pace then added a gentle hip thrust, riding her own fingers.
He wished the water wasn’t running so he could hear the squelching of her wetness as she fucked herself. But she’d freeze if he cut the hot shower now that she was drenched.
Copper stroked his engorged cock, giving an extra squeeze each time Shell whimpered. His dick was so full and tight the skin felt stretched to capacity. “Another finger.”
A groan left her lips. Her head fell back against the wall as she inserted a second finger then continued going at herself.
“Pinch your nipple.” Deep mauve and puckered, those puckered buds needed attention.
“Copper,” she said, gasping for air. “I’m not going to last long. I’m gonna come. You got me too worked up at the clubhouse.”
“Good,” he said stroking faster. His stomach muscles clenched when she plucked at her left nipple. “Fuck, I want those babies in my mouth. You want that? You like when I suck your tits?”
“I love it,” she said, arching her hips off the bench. She was fingering herself with fury now. Hand ramming into her pussy again and again.
“Make yourself come.”
“I want…ahh…I want…”
“What, baby? What do you want? You want my cock in that hungry pussy?”
She shook her head, rolling it against the tile wall. The entire time, her gaze had been fixed on his hand tugging his cock.
“You don’t want this?” he asked, slowing his strokes. He didn’t believe that for a second.
“I want you in my mouth,” she said, as she raised her gaze to meet his.
He froze for a second, mind blanking. Holy shit, he’d officially died and gone to heaven. “You want me to fuck that pretty mouth?”
“Yes, Copper.” She moaned again.
“Okay, baby. Get yourself off for me. Let me see that beautiful face get lost in pleasure, and I’ll feed you my cock as a reward.”
“Yes,” she said. She added her thumb to the mix, rubbing over her clit with short fast strokes. Clearly, Shell had this down to a science. Twisting her nipple with more force than he’d expected, she fingered herself and thumbed her clit all at the same time.
Copper couldn’t do anything but gawk at the live show before him. It was so much more than he’d fantasized, but what got to him the most was Shell’s trust in him. And sure, there’d been men before him, she was a mother for Christ’s sake, but there had always been an air of inexperience around her. To know she trusted him enough to bare her body in this way was humbling.
“I’m gonna come,” she said, voice high-pitched and strained.
“Fuck yes,” he answered. He’d stopped jerking himself in favor of watching her tip over the edge. Her fingers sped up and in the next second, her back arched, coming off the wall as her face contorted with pleasure. Her hand fell from her breast and gripped the edge of the slippery bench as she cried out in release. Copper could have watched it again and again. That moment when her mind gave way and her body surged in ecstasy. Lucky for him, he had the entire night to do just that.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she sagged against the tile as she floated down from the highest of highs.
He prowled forward, stepping into the small booth and under the heavy spray. Too tall to stand directly under the shower head, the water beat against his side instead.
With one step, he was in position, cock directly in front of her slack lips. Copper cupped her cheek. “Open those eyes for me, Shell.”
Her eyes opened, and he got to witness the moment she discovered his erection so close to her mouth. Her breath hitched, and she licked her lips, giving them a glossy coat. Even though she was still inches away from his dick, he swore he felt her tongue as it peeked out and swiped across her lips.
“Hungry for me?” he asked.
“Starved,” she croaked.
“You trust me?” He peered down at her waiting for that beautiful gaze to lift to his. When it did, she nodded.
“Completely.”
That in itself was an aphrodisiac. “Then open up, baby. And keep those hands on the bench.”
Her eyes flared, and she sucked in a breath. For her first time sucking him off, he asked a lot. Asked her to trust him enough to have control of how deep, how fast, and how long his cock journeyed down her throat. Not so much as a flicker of doubt crossed her face as she curled ten fingers over the edge of the bench and dropped her lower jaw.
Goddamn, that was a sight. Shell seated before him, mouth open, lusty eyes staring up at him. He took a mental picture that would last him a lifetime of lonely nights should she ever leave him.
Not that he’d accept that decision.
Slowly, he inserted his cock into her mouth. She kept her lips wide but swirled her tongue around the head as it crossed the threshold into the warmth. He didn’t want to shock her or scare her off, so he stopped moving before he hit the back of her throat. Her lips closed around him and immediately hot, hard suction engulfed his cock.
Copper was an MC president, and he’d had his share of blow jobs. Never had one second of oral nearly brought him to his knees and made him howl at the moon simultaneously.
“Fuck, Shell,” he ground out as his hands hit the wall above her head. Without it to ground himself, he feared he’d melt right into the water spiraling down the drain. Her mouth was that damn hot. “That mouth is fucking lethal.”
He hadn’t moved again, so she took matters into her own hands, drawing back and sucking him deep once again, only this time, his dick butted up against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, the pressure of her spasming throat squeezing his cock head.
“Jesus.” There was no way in hell he was going to last more than two minutes. His head bowed, and he became completely captivated by the picture she made. Lips spread wide to accommodate his bulk, eyes closed, lips stretched around his girth, fingertips white with the force it took to maintain her grasp on the bench.
She let up on the pressure, allowing him to slip almost fully from her lips then kept her mouth open as he gently thrust back in. This time, when he bumped her throat, she was prepared and swallowed. Nothing had ever felt so good. Time to kick it into gear before he shot down her throat too early.
“Ready for more?”
Eyes on his, she nodded and hummed around a mouthful of cock. The vibrations traveled up his dick and seemed to settle in his balls making his hips snap forward involuntarily. After that, it was game on. Over and over, he thrust deep into her mouth. For a second, he worried it was too much, but the pleasure was so sharp, so overwhelming he couldn’t stop if a gu
n was at his temple. Shell had no complaints, she took every rough drive into her throat and sucked him like she was trying to remove his skin.
Couldn’t have been more than a minute later when his balls grew tight and heavy. The muscles in his stomach seemed to clench into a tight coil of tension. His hands dropped from the wall to her head, and he shoved deep one last time, pouring everything he had down her throat.
She swallowed convulsively as she tried to keep up with his release.
When he was spent and his cock no longer twitched, he realized he was still clenching her heavy wet hair. Shell softened her jaw and let his wilted cock slide from her mouth. He gasped and jerked as the hypersensitive tip passed her lips.
Copper stared down at her for a second, then hauled her up under her arms. Her feet left the ground as he kissed her lips, hard. Then her jaw, her neck, across the top of her breasts. “Let’s get clean then I’ll return the favor,” he said as he let her slide down his body then reached for a coral bottle of body wash.
“Actually,” Shell said, her face turning an adorable shade of pink. How could she be embarrassed now, after she sucked him like a porn star? “I was wondering if you’d do something for me when we get out.”
“Ohh,” he wagged his eyebrows. “Sounds promising.”
With a chuckle, she shook her head and averted her eyes. “Will you just hold me for a while?”
The vulnerability in her voice killed him. As a two-job working single mother solely responsible for the safety and happiness of a child, she had to be exhausted. Hell, he knew she was. He’d do anything in the world to give her a little relief and comfort.
Gripping her chin, he tilted her head up then kissed her lips. “I’ll hold you for as long as you need me, Shell. Forever if that’s what you want.”
She tensed, just for a fleeting second. Had he not been so in tune with her body, he would have missed it, but it was there. Was it his use of the word forever?
With a small smile, Shell turned away, squeezing a giant dollop of body wash onto a poufy purple thing.
