Low Sided

by A. J. Downey

  “Mace, please…” she begged, voice high and breathy with need and desire and who was I to deny her anything?

  I stopped fucking around and drew my hips just a little further back, the head of my dick finding purchase and parting the entrance to her sweet pussy. I held back, sinking in slowly, relishing the red rush to her chest, watching that blush climb into her cheeks as her eyes slipped shut and she relished in the feeling of my body in hers.

  I couldn’t close my eyes if I wanted to, the sight of her spread beneath me, arching for me, her lean body rising up in offering to me – there wasn’t another sight like it that could stir me as deeply.

  “Fuck, baby, yes,” I praised. “So fucking beautiful, so fucking hot.”

  She bit her bottom lip and looked at me, eyes heavy lidded with desire and it was everything in me not to explode inside her right then and there.

  I rolled my hips, and she cried out, head falling back as she surrendered to my ministrations so sweetly.

  I would die for her, I had killed for her, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. I would love her, knight for her, be a monster for her, anything for her. Whatever she needed, because damn if she wasn’t everything I needed.

  A princess, a saint, an angel, a goddess, just everything one woman could be and more… she healed parts of me that I didn’t even fucking know were broken. She accepted all of me, forgave me, and I would do whatever it took from here until the day I died.

  I picked up my pace, giving her the short little thrusts that I knew drove her right up to the edge of that silver abyss. I kept her there too, for as long as possible, gritting my teeth as it took me right up to that razor’s edge. So hot, so wet, her pussy velvet where it gripped me tight and tighter still.

  “Oh, God, Mace…”

  “That’s it, baby. That’s it,” I praised.

  She threw her head back and arched, crying out, her body drawing taut like a bowstring and I waited, she was close, she was so close, her pussy gripping so tight it became hard to thrust. I kept pace, moving for her, everything for her, anything for her.

  When her pussy rippled around me and she lost it, I lost it with her. I came so hard it was like an out-of-body experience. Goddamn, it felt so good it hurt, my cock jettisoning over, and over, and over. Thick, hot, white streamers of cum decorating her stomach, all the way to her tits as flashbulbs went off behind my eyes calming to the occasional silver tracer or spark at the edge of my vision.

  I collapsed over her, her fingers twining in the back of my hair as I rested, panting, my cheek against her shoulder, sweat dewing our skins, cooling in the ambient air of the room that was deeply perfumed with our sex.

  “That was…” she gasped, gulping in air, “amazing.”

  “You’re amazing,” I returned when I could breathe again.

  She laughed, her legs quivering around me.

  “I think we need another bath,” she murmured.

  “Just let me get my legs back,” I said, and she laughed again, the sweetest sound at once rich and soothing to my soul.

  “You maybe wanna tell us something?” Dump Truck asked, eyebrow raised upon mine and Raven’s return.

  I put my arm around her shoulders and drew her into my side where she put her hand on my chest.

  “What’s he gotta tell us?” Nine asked, confused.

  “Keep lookin’ you’ll figure it out or you won’t,” Glass Jaw said, grinning.

  “Oh, shit! Is that what I think it is?” Cipher crowed.

  “Boys, I asked my woman here if she would do me the honor of being my ol’ lady and my wife, and she did, in no uncertain terms, agree,” I said.

  “Yeah!” A loud whoop went out and the barroom of the club burst into cheers and applause.

  “Well, that’s a fuckin’ world class party,” Maverick declared, holding Marisol on his lap. “Boys, let’s light it up!” he shouted.

  The jukebox was put on blast, the liquor flowed, and it was a big damn party after that with the finest green and the top shelf shit making an appearance.

  Through it all, Raven stayed close as club members and their women came up to congratulate us one by one and two by two.

  We were asked all sorts of questions; did we have plans? Did we want help with the planning? Where were we getting married? Who was doing the honors of marrying us? Did we want Deacon or Mav for such an auspicious event?

  Food, music, liquor, weed, and finally to cap off the night, sex. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed a break from everybody but my woman, who I took upstairs amidst the drop cloth draped pile of our shit, backed her into a private corner against a wall, and went to my knees to pull down her leggings and to bury my mouth against her sweet cunt.

  “Oh, God, Mace,” she moaned and tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling my mouth tighter against her.

  I lived for it, for this, giving her pleasure while the party raged downstairs. I jabbed my tongue at her clit and she writhed, fucking my face with her wet pussy. The alcohol and weed lowering her inhibitions and turning her loose and wild in my arms.

  “Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes!” she cried, and it was the sweetest sound.

  She shuddered in my arms, her back thumping against the wall as she came for the first time. I held her tight and looked up that wonderful lean body of hers and into those heavy-lidded, storm-swept eyes of hers.

  Fuck, I loved the way she looked at me. Like I was the only fucking man on earth for her.

  “I need you inside me,” she murmured, and I got to my feet. She watched me undo my pants hungrily, the way she looked at me making me believe that I was the sexiest fucking man alive, and I lived for that expression on her face.

  “Turn around,” I ordered, and she did, putting her hands against the wall and pushing her bottom out, arching her back provocatively, putting her pussy on offer for me. I throbbed in my hand, eyeing her glistening slit and put a hand to her hip, massaging through the tail of her asymmetrical shirt.

  “Mm, baby you have no idea how good you look right now.” I sucked in a breath between my teeth and let it out in a rush. “Fuck yes.”

  “Mace…” her voice held a note of warning, like if she didn’t get me inside of her right now, she was gonna be mad about it.

  I chuckled and pulled back on her hip slightly, she bent forward just a little bit more, and I slid right in to her waiting wet heat.

  “Oh, God…” she choked on her words slightly and it was the hottest thing. I took my hand from between us where I’d guided my cock inside her and put it to the back of her shoulder, pulling her back and down onto me.

  I was in the mood for a rough and dirty fuck up here, the place and setting perfect, the heat between us scorching, and yet I would be lying if I said I wasn’t low key worried about her and how she would take it.

  She told me to stop, I would stop, but I really hoped she would trust me to take her on this wild ride like she had for me to take her on all the others.

  I plunged into her balls deep and squeezed my eyes shut. She felt so fucking good, and I wasn’t ready. Not yet. I wanted to last for her. I wanted this to last as long as I could make it.

  She whimpered and pushed back to meet me and I made a strangled noise, barely hanging on from going off.

  She made the sweetest sounds, her voice light and lilting, emanating from her without words yet full of purest emotion and it was those sounds, in combination with the feel of her body wrapped around mine that did me in. I fucked her up against that wall in the corner and I wasn’t good for more than a dozen strokes, burying myself deep and deeper still as I lost all semblance of control and came deep inside her; glad she’d gone down to the free clinic and had gotten herself on some hearty birth control so I could do this with her, because there wasn’t anything better than emptying my balls deep in that hungry little pussy.

  “Oh God!” she gasped as I withdrew from her, damn near losing my shit at how oversensitive my dick was after such a mind-blowing orgasm.

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��You good?” I asked, breathless.

  “More than, lord and lady you feel so fucking good.” She turned around and put her arms around me and kissed me deeply. I stood, caressing her body through her tunic or whatever, and smiled against her mouth.

  “Let me see if I can’t find our mattress under all this,” I murmured.

  “I’ll go clean up,” she whispered.

  “Sounds good.”

  She pulled up her leggings and looked back over her shoulder, sultry and cool all at once as I tucked myself back into my pants. That last lingering look she gave me over her shoulder before stepping into one of the bathrooms up here had my cock rallying already.

  There would never be getting enough of her. Never ever…

  34

  Raven…

  It was just us upstairs, listening to the bass thump through the floor beneath our mattress. We were both curled up together in our clothes on the bare mattress on the floor as we were unable to locate any sheets or even pillows, Mace’s head propped on his rolled-up jacket, the leather of his cut slick beneath my fingertips as I rested my head on his shoulder, snug against his side.

  “I can’t wait until the day we aren’t sleeping on the fucking floor anymore,” he confessed, and I laughed.

  “Right? I think this weekend sleeping in a real bed spoiled me, too.”

  He laughed and held me a little tighter.

  “I can’t wait to see what you do with the apartment.”

  I tilted my head up to look at him and he looked down at me.

  “What?” he asked.

  “It’s your apartment, too…” I murmured, and he smiled.

  “Yeah, but I’m not really good at that girly decorating shit. I figured I would leave that up to you,” he said and I smiled and sighed.

  “You get a say, too.”

  “I’ll totally give my opinion if you ask it,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. I laughed at that.

  “I’ll just bet you will,” I said, and he chuckled, squeezing me tight and kissing the top of my head.

  “Get some rest, baby.”

  “It’s hard to,” I confessed. “I’m excited.”

  “Not sure how much there’s going to be to look at,” he cautioned.

  “Three days isn’t a lot of time, I know,” I agreed.

  “Enough time to get the drywall up in most of the place,” he said.

  “Paint?” she asked.

  “Maybe, maybe not.”

  “In any case, it will be nice to have walls without any cracks or boards showing through,” I said.

  “True that,” he agreed, and we settled in.

  I must have been more tired than I thought because I was asleep before I knew it.

  “Is that where you two got off to,” Maverick said the next morning as we came down the stairs. His voice held a note of disapproval. He wasn’t any worse for wear from the night before, in fact it looked like he and Marisol had gone home, slept well, had showered and returned.

  “Yeah, sorry about that – sort of didn’t have any place else to go,” Mace said chagrinned.

  “Just don’t be making a habit of it, k?”

  “No sir,” Mace said, and cast a wink at me – it was quickly becoming the universal sign of ‘tell you later’ between us.

  I know he was telling me things that he shouldn’t, but he had been absolutely serious when he’d said no more secrets, nothing behind my back, and his secrets and by default, the club’s secrets were absolutely safe with me because I’d absolutely learned… fuck the police.

  When we stepped outside with our coffee and he was sure we were away from any ears that could overhear he murmured, “Staying the night at the club is forbidden, you sleep here it gives any enterprising cops the creative leeway to get a warrant for the place based on it being a residence.”

  “Ah,” I murmured and nodded.

  “Hence the apartments,” he said.

  “Gotcha.” I smiled at him. “Speaking of which…”

  “You ready to go look?” he asked grinning.

  “Maybe after you take me to breakfast,” I shot back. “I’m starving.”

  He laughed and nodded. “Huckleberry Finn’s?” he asked.

  “Absolutely,” I agreed.

  “Let’s round up who’s here and find out who’s down.”

  “Sounds good.”

  We had a decent sized pack of us that ended up going up Ambaum Boulevard to Huck’s, it was a fantastic breakfast joint that mostly catered to families and the older crowd. We were a rag tag crew and completely out of place, but Huck’s was sort of a neutral place, the Switzerland of the area if you will, and thus we were welcomed as any other guest and seated as soon as a table large enough opened up.

  Their food was both cheap, and good, and they served breakfast all day. I loved their spinach, chicken, and mushroom omelet.

  I was talking and laughing with Little Bird, Mace at the other end of the table heads together with Glass Jaw over the apartment more than likely and I was struck by how much and how quickly this felt like home and family even more than living among the burners.

  Mace caught my eye from the end of the long table comprising of several tables moved and pushed together and his smile in my direction was everything.

  I smiled back and Little Bird sighed happily, “Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked as Dump Truck squeezed the top of her thigh beneath the table.

  “Yeah, it does,” I agreed.

  After breakfast, we went back to the apartments and I let out a shuddering breath outside the ground floor stairwell door.

  “Nervous?” Dump Truck asked from nearby, leaning heavily on his cane.

  I nodded, and frowned slightly, “Yeah, it’s weird,” I said.

  He shook his head, “Naw, your world’s changing. For the better, but it’s still change. It’s only natural.”

  I thought about that for a minute and finally nodded.

  “Yeah, you know, you’re right. Thanks for that.”

  He smiled a small thing and tipped his head down in a slight nod.

  “You ready?” Glass Jaw asked.

  I nodded.

  “Ready.”

  We went upstairs, and he unlocked my apartment door for me and oh, my gods…

  I stepped into a living room with vanilla walls, light and airy, the smell of fresh paint assailing me. The floors had been stripped, sanded, and re-stained a deep golden oak, yet still retained enough scars and discoloration in places that it was honestly perfect. The character and the history etched in their surface.

  I felt my hands over my mouth before I even knew they were there and edged further into the apartment. The kitchen was completely new, still lacking cabinets and countertops, but the backsplash was already so modern, glass thin strips of tile in grays, whites, and blacks. The floor set with black-and-white tile that was just exquisite.

  The bedroom was done, the walls a light sage green, the bathroom so close just in need of faucets and fixtures.

  “We’ll get it done, just needs a day or two for the tile to cure,” Glass Jaw declared and I rounded on him.

  “Are you kidding me? It’s beautiful!” I sniffed, teary-eyed and looked from him to Mace to a track of ‘Awww’s’ from the doorway. Mace came to me and hugged me tight as I cried happy tears.

  “Welcome home,” Glass Jaw said.

  “More importantly,” Maverick interjected. “Welcome to the family.”

  Home. Family. Yes… wasn’t it just?

  Epilogue

  Two years later

  Glass Jaw…

  “Gah! Damnit!” Mace cried, and I frowned, looking up from my call with one of my suppliers.

  “Alright now, thanks,” I said and hung up the phone, calling from the kitchen down the basement stairs “What’s the problem?”

  Laughter filtered up, and I rolled my eyes.

  “Quit fuckin’ around down there and get it done!” I yelled. “The home buyer’s coming today, and
I don’t need you all making us look like a bunch of fucking jackasses!”

  We were working in the basement of a house built in the 1940s. It was a multi-tier repair, some foundational shit, new sump pump installation, mold removal; that sort of thing. The current homeowner? What a fucking bitch. I was hoping the buyer, who was coming in from across the country, would be easier to deal with since the repairs were going to overlap and go past closing which was supposed to be tomorrow.

  I mean, honestly – who the fuck bought a house sight unseen from across the fuckin’ country like that?

  “Hey, boss!” Mace called. “Come and look at this and tell me what you want me to do.”

  “Fuck,” I muttered and went down the stairs into the unfinished basement. That wasn’t good, that was never good.

  I went down to deal with whatever bullshit had come up and sighed.

  “This cheap-ass white-trash fucking cunt ain’t gonna pay for it,” I said, looking up under the fireplace at the severely rotted wood. It wasn’t too bad of a repair, not bad at all, but I wasn’t about to do any more shit for this woman.

  “What do you think?” Mace asked. “Point it out to the buyer after close and go from there?”

  “Yeah, maybe.” I rubbed my chin and closed one eye looking up at the flaking dry rot going on. The whole corner of the beam was starting to come apart.

  “Man,” Mace said shaking his head. “I don’t know what show this bitch watched to make her think flipping houses was a good idea, but she watched the wrong fucking one.”

  I barked a laugh and said, “Who you telling?” Finally, I sighed and said, “Let me look at this inspection report again. The buyer’s inspector was really fuckin’ thorough – I don’t see how he could have missed this.”

  “Yeah.” Mace nodded.