Dax: Silver Saints MC

by Davenport, Fiona

  “Ready to go?”

  It was a good thing I’d stopped to freshen up before I got here because Dax seemed to be in a hurry to hit the road, which was fine by me because I was excited about spending some time alone with him. “Yup.”

  I grabbed his shoulder and used it to steady myself as I threw my leg over his bike. Then I tucked my feet into place and wrapped my arms around his torso. I’d driven my own motorcycle and ridden on the back of my brother’s a few times, but nothing could’ve prepared me for what it felt like to wrap my body around Dax’s as his bike’s engine roared. When he pulled out of the parking lot of the compound, my body shifted forward until my breasts were pressed against his back and his butt was cradled between my thighs. It turned out to be a good thing I enjoyed the position so much. What I’d assumed would be a quick ride to a hotel ended up with me behind Dax for four hours, and he kept putting me off each time I wanted to know where he was taking me.

  When we reached the mountains—which turned out to be the halfway point of our drive—I stopped asking questions and just enjoyed the view. My legs were a little shaky when he finally pulled up in front of a log cabin. Between the time I’d spent on my bike earlier today and the long drive with Dax, I’d ridden much longer than I ever had before. “Whoa.”

  He caught hold of my arm to keep me steady while he nudged the kickstand into place and climbed off his bike without any problems. “Sorry, baby. I should’ve stopped to give you a chance to stretch your legs out. I’m so used to riding long distances, it didn’t even cross my mind.”

  “No worries.” I waved off his concern as I shook my legs out. “I’ll be fine.”

  Dax gestured toward the cabin. “There’s a tub in the cabin you can use later to ease any stiffness in your muscles.”

  Now that my legs felt steadier, I took a good look at where he’d brought me. With a wraparound porch and the woods surrounding it, the cabin was more like a mountain retreat. “I thought you said you weren’t taking me anywhere special?”

  He glanced at the cabin and shrugged. “All I cared about was how much privacy we’d have.”

  “This was a long way to go for just one ni—” I spotted the back end of a familiar truck parked off to the side, and what I’d been saying broke off mid-word.

  “About that, baby…” Dax yanked me against his chest and wrapped his arms around my body, his hands gripping the back of my shoulders. “We’re gonna be here longer than you thought.”

  My eyes were wide as I stared up at him. “How long?”

  One of his arms slid down my back to wrap under my knees while the other stayed around my back. He swept me off my feet and strode toward the house. “As long as it takes.”

  5

  Dax

  I breathed a massive sigh of relief when we’d reached the cabin. Finally, I had my girl all to myself. After sweeping her into my arms, I stalked toward the house and once we were inside and I’d turned the lock on the door, the rest of the tension I hadn’t realized I’d been holding disappeared.

  Obviously, I knew she could flip the lock right back around, but it wasn’t about keeping her in. If I did things right, she’d never even consider leaving. Wanting the door locked was about keeping others out.

  Arya looked around with interest as I set her on her feet but kept her hand in mine. The living, dining, and kitchen area were all one big space, decorated in a warm, rustic style that made visitors feel at home.

  “This is amazing,” Arya breathed, her gorgeous brown eyes wide as she took it all in.

  I glanced around before bringing my eyes back to her and tilting my head to the side as I considered her reaction. “Would you enjoy having a place like this?”

  “Oh my gosh, yes.” She started dragging me around the room so she could inspect things. Her excitement was cute as hell. “I hated growing up in the city. I wouldn't want to live this far out in the middle of nowhere”—her tone took on a dreamy quality—“but having a place like this to get away to...it’s so romantic.” She glanced up at me, and her cheeks flooded with crimson as her pretty lips curved down.

  “I didn’t mean for that to come out so corny. I probably sounded like a kid.” She appeared dejected, and I suddenly realized that my girl was feeling insecure about the difference in our ages. Which didn’t factor into anything as far as I was concerned.

  I tugged on her hand, and when she was close enough, I bent and guided her arms around my neck, then palmed her ass and boosted her up. She automatically wrapped her legs around my waist, and I let out a small groan when the heat of her pussy surrounded the big bulge in my jeans.

  “Baby, you are one-hundred-percent woman,” I told her before nipping at her lip. “From your sinful mouth, to your sexy tits”—I squeezed her cheeks and grew harder when a whimper escaped her lips—“to this juicy ass, and the hot little pussy cradling my cock.” I pressed her forward and gently rocked into her. “But besides this amazing body, you’re smart and kind, and your innocent passion is somehow adorable and a complete turn on at the same time.”

  Her mouth had slowly opened during my speech, and I dipped my head to cover her lips with mine. My tongue swept inside, eliciting a groan at her sweet, rich taste. Arya’s hands tunneled into my hair, and she wiggled as if trying to get even closer. I ripped my lips away and buried my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling deep to imprint her scent in my lungs.

  “Wh-Why did you stop?” she panted.

  “Because I’m seconds away from losing my shit, baby,” I admitted. “And your first time, our first time together, is not going to be a quick fuck.”

  “But—”

  I bit the cord of her neck lightly before my head rose, and I shook it with a smile. “Nope.” I shoved one of my hands into her long, thick tresses and fisted, gently tugging her head back to expose her throat. I placed a couple of wet, open-mouthed kisses on her silky skin. “This is going to happen my way, baby. I’m in charge, do you understand?”

  She couldn’t nod with my grip on her hair, but I wanted an audible response anyway. She whimpered in the affirmative, and I kissed along her throat and neck again before asking, “Do you trust me, Arya?”

  “Yes,” she hissed as I rocked into her once more.

  “Then let me handle everything. I don’t want you stressing over anything, just relax. It’s better for—” Oh, shit. I almost told her my plan to knock her up. I really needed to get a handle on the habit of speaking before thinking when I was around her.

  “Better for what?” she asked curiously.

  “Just don’t want you tense and worrying during our time together, baby.”

  “I always feel safe and at ease with you, Dax.”

  Her words coupled with the sound of my name in her warm voice pushed my limits even more. I quickly dropped her to the ground and led the way to a set of stairs that went up to a master suite that took up the entire top floor.

  There was a large soaker tub in the bathroom, and I let go of Arya to start a bath. Once the temperature was where I wanted it, I went back to my girl and began to slowly undress her. With every bit of skin exposed, I had to fight back my hunger. But a bath would help loosen her muscles so it would be easier for me to fit my fat cock in her tight virgin pussy. And like I’d almost told her, the more relaxed she was, the more her body would open and take my seed.

  By the time I’d removed every stitch of clothing, I was barely breathing. “Fuck,” I rasped. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Her breaths were coming fast, her pulse point fluttering with the pounding of her heart. Her tits bounced with each inhale, and my mouth watered to suck on her rosy nipples. It took a Herculean effort, but I kept myself from taking more than the small glimpse of her pussy I’d had while pulling down her pants.

  I knew I’d break, and I had some shit to do while she soaked and made her body nice and ripe for me. After giving her a quick kiss, I lifted her and gently set her down in the tub. When I started to walk away, she grabbed my hand to hal
t my retreat.

  She waited for me to look at her over my shoulder. “Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked with an adorable pout, making me grin.

  “Not this time, baby. But don’t worry, I definitely have plans for us in that tub.”

  A pretty blush stained her cheeks, and I watched it spread down to the top of her chest. I couldn’t help but wonder how far down it would go when she was writhing with passion. Would she flush all the way to her pussy when I had my mouth on it? I couldn’t fucking wait to find out.

  Shoring up every bit of my strength, I left the bathroom and headed out to my ride. I brought the saddlebags in as well as a duffel I’d stowed in my truck, before moving my bike into the small garage I was parked in front of.

  Then I went inside and dug out Arya’s cell phone. I sent Nova a quick text from her informing him that she was with friends for a couple of weeks and they would be out of cell service. Then I disabled the GPS and shut her phone off before stowing it in a pocket of the duffel bag. Taking it upstairs, I tossed it onto a chair by the doors to a balcony. I threw the shirts and a couple of pairs of jeans into the drawers of a dresser along with Arya’s clothes. I hadn’t worried about her bringing more than an outfit for the ride home because she would be spending most of her time here naked. And when she needed clothes, she could wear one of my shirts.

  I took one of said shirts to the bathroom door, which was cracked enough for me to hear the soft laps of the water against her naked body. I closed my eyes for a moment, then shook my lust off and quickly stalked inside to toss the item of clothing onto the bathroom sink without peeking at the bathtub. “Here’s something to wear, baby,” I told her as I hurried back out and down the stairs before I changed my mind.

  Dinner was almost ready when I heard the soft smack of bare feet on the hardwood floors. I glanced at the door just as Arya padded inside looking fresh and adorable with her pink cheeks as she twisted the fabric of her borrowed shirt—which fit her more like a dress.

  She looked fucking amazing in my clothes, and if it didn’t mean I’d have to blind every man in the world, I’d demand that be all she wore from then on.

  “Hey, baby,” I said softly, gesturing for her to come to me while I stirred a pot on the stove. She hurried over and tucked herself under my arm. Arya wasn’t short, more average height, but I was a big guy, so she still seemed small and fragile next to me. It brought out my protective instincts even more, and I had a feeling I was going to spend the rest of my life being a possessive asshole when it came to my soon-to-be wife.

  “Are you hungry?”

  She giggled, and I glanced down to see her smirking up at me. A smile spread across my face in response. “For food?” she sassed.

  I laughed and kissed her forehead. “Yeah, baby. For food. But”—my voice lowered, and my expression conveyed promise—“I promise to sate your other hunger later. Eventually, I’m gonna fill that sassy mouth with my cock.”

  Arya’s whole face flushed red, but she licked her lips, and her curious eyes dropped to stare at my groin. Fuck. This girl. She was going to be the death of me.

  “Go sit at the table, baby,” I urged with a gentle pat on her ass.

  Dinner was excruciating. A true test of my control.

  Each bite, the slide of the fork from between her plump lips, her little moans when something tasted particularly good...all of it was slowly killing me.

  When the last bite was gone, I sighed in relief and snatched up our plates—mine still mostly full because I couldn’t eat when everything she did was basically another form of foreplay—and put them in the sink.

  Then I picked her up fireman style and jogged upstairs where I tossed her on the bed. She laughed as she bounced twice, then settled in the center. My eyes swept over her from head to toe, then I gritted out, “My turn to eat.”

  6

  Arya

  My panties practically melted off my body at the sensual promise in Dax’s tone. I might’ve been innocent, but there was no mistaking his meaning. He’d barely touched his dinner because he’d been hungry for something else—me. “Oh, wow.”

  “You like the sound of that, baby?” He pressed one knee onto the mattress and reached out to wrap his fingers around my wrist. Tugging me to the edge of the bed, he gripped the back of my neck and tilted my head up.

  His eyes flared with lust when my tongue swept out to wet my bottom lip. “Uh-huh.”

  “You’re gonna love the feel of my mouth on your tight pussy even more.” He slanted his mouth over mine and swallowed my gasp. He took advantage of my parted lips, his tongue sweeping inside to take the kiss deep. I twined my arms around his neck and pressed close. A shock of sensation swept through my body as my pebbled nipples brushed against his broad chest with only the thin shirt he’d given me to wear and the soft material stretched over his muscles separating us.

  His hand slid up to fist my hair, holding me right where he wanted while his mouth continued to plunder mine. I loved how he took control of my body, showing me what he wanted so I didn’t need to worry about doing something wrong because of my inexperience. Everything with Dax felt right. All I needed to do was follow his lead and soak up all the pleasure he gave me.

  By the time he lifted his head, I was beyond ready for what came next. My body trembled, and a tiny whimper escaped my lips. His thumb stroked across my cheek, and he murmured, “Easy, baby. I’ve got you.”

  I looked up at him trustingly as he gently pushed on my shoulders until my back was pressed against the mattress. Gripping my hips, he pulled until my butt was right at the edge of the mattress. Then he tugged the shirt I was wearing higher, exposing my bare stomach and breasts to his hungry gaze. Goose bumps broke out on my skin as he glided his fingertips over my belly button and all the way up through the valley between my breasts. When he palmed one of the rounded globes, my back arched off the mattress to press the hardened peak deeper into his hold.

  His gaze drifted up my body, his eyes dilated when they met mine. “You’re so fucking perfect, Arya.”

  “Dax, please,” I moaned.

  “I’ve been dying to lick every inch of your delectable body. Dreamed of you every single night since our kiss, jacking off to thoughts of you.” His hand drifted lower to cup my pussy. “Never came so hard in my life, but that’s gonna pale in comparison to finally having you wrapped tight around my cock, squeezing the come out of me.”

  His dirty talk was turning me on big time, tightening my body with need. “You don’t need to wait any more. Take me now.”

  “Soon,” he promised, his thumb stroking over the lacy material covering my mound to flick my clit. My pussy clenched in response to the light touch, my panties reaching the point where they were drenched. “But before I take your cherry and make you come so fucking hard you’ll be ruined for any other man, I want to feast on your sweet pussy.”

  “Oh, yes,” I sighed, my legs quivering as he tugged my panties down my thighs.

  He spread my thighs wide, and his heated gaze drifted back down my body. “Fuck, I can see how wet you are. Your swollen little pussy is begging for my mouth, isn’t it?”

  All thought flew from my mind when he dropped to his knees and lowered his head to sweep his tongue through my folds. “Oh, fuck,” he rasped. “You taste so damn good.”

  He glided his palms up the inside of my legs and wedged his shoulders between my thighs. Then his hands dropped under my butt so he could lift me toward his mouth. He inhaled deeply and groaned. “You smell fucking delicious, too.”

  Sparks of pleasure shot straight to my core as he lapped at my pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of my flesh as his beard scraped my inner thighs. I writhed beneath him, his fingers digging into my hips to keep me in place while he devoured me with his mouth. He drove me up fast, and it wasn’t long before I was nearing release. “I’m so close.”

  “Come for me, baby,” he commanded before driving his tongue into my tight channel while circling his thumb over my
clit. He pressed down hard, and I flew apart, screaming his name.

  His mouth kept working as he licked and sucked me through my orgasm. I collapsed against the mattress, lost to the pleasure he’d given me. I wasn’t sure how long I was out of it, but it must’ve been at least a couple of minutes because Dax was completely naked when he crawled on the bed next to me. His hard length pressed against my hip as he slid his arm under my back to settle me higher up on the mattress. He whipped the shirt over my head before covering my body with his muscular frame. My skin felt electrified everywhere we touched, and even though I’d just had a huge orgasm, I was just as turned on as I’d been at the first touch of his tongue against my pussy. “I need you, Dax.”

  “You better,” he rasped, the crown of his hard cock nudging my core. “Because you’re going to get all of me without anything between us. I’m taking you bare, baby. Gonna fill your sweet pussy with my come until it’s dripping down your thighs.”

  I probably should’ve protested since I wasn’t on birth control, but I couldn’t—not when he was giving me exactly what I wanted for my first time. Instead, I wrapped my legs around his hips and murmured, “Yes.”

  My agreement turned into a hiss of sound when he surged forward with one powerful thrust, tearing through the proof of my virginity before I could even tense. I felt a pinch of pain, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected. A few tears leaked from my eyes, and Dax captured them with his lips. “I’m so sorry, baby. I fucking hate that I had to hurt you, but I love that you saved your cherry for me.”

  “The pain isn’t too bad,” I reassured him, wiggling my hips to test how it felt. “I mostly just feel stretched and full of you.”

  “Thank fuck,” he groaned, wrapping my hair around his fist to pull my head back. He nipped at my neck, and my pussy clenched around his hard length. “I’m already at the edge of my control, so this is gonna be hard and fast, baby.”