JON

 

“Don’t mind the mess. I’m still unpacking.”

I sat down on her couch while she searched through her fridge. I looked around Anna’s apartment and couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“What’s so funny?”

The place was barren outside of her furniture and a few boxes of her things.

“It reminds me of when you first moved out,” I said.

“Oh… Right…”

She took a seat next to me and put a couple of bottles of beers down in front of us.

“I remember the look on your face,” I said. “You were excited about finally having a place to yourself. It was a real shithole.”

I burst into laughter. Anna didn’t mind my dig, smiling just the same as me.

“Hey, I was young and finally living on my own. It didn’t matter if it was a shithole, it was my shithole.”

“It wasn’t that bad once you got a hold of it. You cleaned it up real nice. You’ve got a magic touch with things.”

“Yeah…”

She bit her bottom lip and shifted her gaze away from me. I just watched her as she sipped on her beer. She started to drift away.

“I remember when mom and dad kicked me out,” she said. “They were both pissed. ‘If you wanna run around with that biker guy, do it on your own. You’re not gonna do it under my roof.’”

She shook her head as the memory played back in her mind, her eyes still lost in her thoughts.

“Do you regret it?” I asked.

“No. I was planning on moving out on my own eventually. It would’ve been nice to leave on better terms but it was all for the best.”

Anna took another swig of beer then smiled.

“I miss ‘em,” she said.

“At least you got the chance to say goodbye.”

“I wish had longer,” she sighed. “They’re in a better place now. I know that they only wanted what’s best for me.”

She finally shifted her eyes toward me.

“You done drinking tonight?” she said.

“I’ve had enough beer.”

“That’s not something I’m used to hearing from you. Last I remember, you haven’t had enough until you start forgetting things.”

“Ha! Now that you mention it… I do remember saying that.”

I swiped the beer off the table and took another sip. I’d had more to drink than Anna tonight but I knew I could handle my liquor better than her.

“The question is are you done drinking tonight?” I said. “You never could keep up with me.”

“It’s the weekend. I don’t plan on going to work tomorrow. I figure I’m still getting settled in. Tonight seems like as good a night as any to enjoy myself a little bit.”

“You sure you had a good time tonight?”

“I did. It was nice catching up with Declan and Blake and the others. It was nice meeting some of the new people, too. There’s a good group of guys and girls at the clubhouse.”

“Feels like home, doesn’t it?”

She sighed a deep breath and nodded.

“Yeah, a little too much like home…”

She put her beer down. The smile on her face was gone. I’d known Anna for so long that I knew when something was wrong just by looking at her.

“Tonight was almost perfect,” she said.

“Almost?”

“Those guys in the trucks. What was that all about?”

She stared at me, waiting for my response. I knew who the men were. It was inevitable that someone was gonna be pissed that we’d made a deal with the Chinese. There was only so much money to go around in Ivory and someone was bound to get jealous of the Reapers.

“I don’t know exactly who they are,” I said with a shrug. “I’ll have a talk with Garnet and the boys and see what’s up.”

“What was that about you stealing their deal?”

I took another gulp of beer.

“Club business.”

“Club business. Right. It’s always club business…”

She looked down at the ground and started messing around with her hands nervously.

“I’m not about to ask you about your business,” she said. “I know that you’re no saints. It’s been that way since the beginning and I know it’s not ever gonna change. But… You’re my friend, Jon. I worry about you. You do so much for the club that you’re gonna get into trouble that you can’t get out of.”

“That hasn’t happened before.”

“Not yet. All it takes is one mistake.”

It wasn’t any secret why Anna was so concerned. The club was part of the reason she left in the first place. At least, that’s what she told me.

I wasn’t about to let her be worried though. Seeing the concern on her face bothered me more than anything else.

I took her hand in mine and tried to reassure her.

“Hey…”

She looked up at me.

“…You don’t have to worry about me. I know how to take care of myself.”

“I know you do. That’s still not enough though.”

“You let me handle my business. If you don’t want anything to do with the club, then you don’t have to deal with it. That’s my concern, not yours.”

I squeezed her hand tight in mine.

“I still care about you, Anna.”

“Jon—”

“Hold on. Let me finish…”

I looked right into her eyes. She was such a strong woman but compassionate at the same time. When I looked at her, I saw that same woman I met when we were young. So kind and caring. She looked at me like no woman ever did.

“…I know you care about me, too. I don’t know why you came back to Ivory. That was your decision. And if you decide to leave, I can’t make that decision for you either. But I know that there’s still something there between us. Five years apart just made me realize that. Shit, I would’ve waited forever for you, Anna.”

She closed her eyes and turned away from me.

“Jon… I do care about you. That’s what makes this so hard.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

Her eyes widened as she looked back at me.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying… You just got back in town. You still haven’t had a chance to sort your feelings out. That’s fine. But I know that wherever you went, you haven’t met a man that could satisfy you the way I could.”

Her cheeks brightened red as she tried to hide her smile. That look in her eyes was enough to tell me that I was right.

“And I haven’t had anybody like you,” I said. “I’ve been looking. I’ve tried, Anna, believe me. But you were always the sweetest. Tell me I’m lying.”

“…No… You’re right.”

“Tell me you met a man who could fuck you as good as I did.”

“I…”

She swallowed hard.

“…I haven’t. Nobody… Nobody ever satisfied me like you, Jon.”

“That’s all this has to be.”

I slowly started moving toward her. Her eyes closed slowly. She didn’t move her face as my lips neared hers.

“That’s all this is…”

I rushed my face forward and kissed her. My tongue shot into her mouth. Our deep kiss echoed off the walls of her darkened apartment.

And just like that, the fire I always had for her was ignited.

She moaned softly as I moved my face along her neck. I kissed her soft flesh, tasting her with my tongue. At the same time, I worked my hands on her breasts. I massaged her through her top and pulled another moan out of her.

“Tell me,” I whispered. “Tell me I’m the best fuck you ever had.”

“You’re the best…”

“Say it.”

“You’re the best fuck I ever had.”

I pulled away long enough to pull her shirt over her head. Seeing her creamy white skin in her black bra had me rock hard. I rushed my face back to her chest and pulled her bra down just enough to suck on her nipples. The taste of the pink flesh brought back the best kind of memories.

I cradled her tits in my hands, taking turns sucking on each one. Anna rocked her head back and ran her hands over the back of my head. The sound of her whimpering in anticipation was enough to make any man explode right then and there. It was taking everything I could to hold back.

She pushed me off of her so that we could go even further.

She helped me out of my vest. My shirt followed. Her hands moved down toward my belt buckle. We were both breathing hard, frantically trying to tear each other’s clothes off in a fit of lust.

My belt undone and my zipper down, my jeans fell down to my ankles. My face met hers and the sound of more sloppy kisses filled the apartment.

I fiddled with the top of her jeans and finally managed to get them down to her ankles. She fell back on the couch.

I took a moment to stand up straight so that I could look at her.

Her bra hanging off her breasts. Her jeans around her ankles. Her black thong barely enough to cover the pussy that I knew was soaking wet behind it. She was so pale underneath the moonlight shining in through the window.

She stared at me, breathing hard through her nose like she was trying to hold back as much as I was. But I would have been just fine admiring my goddess the way she was now.

I waited for more than five years for this. Looking at her now, I couldn’t wait any longer.

I grabbed her thong and rolled it down her thighs. Her smooth pussy was leaking as if it were calling out to me.

“Come on… Give it to me…”

She reached up and tugged my boxers down to my knees. My swollen cock popped up hard and erect. Anna took into her mouth and sucked on it just to get me revved up a little bit more before leaning back on the bed.

But I wasn’t gonna have her so easily.

“Come here.”

She gasped as I pulled her up from the couch. I turned her around and slapped her on the ass. She squealed in delight and giggled. I pressed my cock against her as she leaned up against me.

“You like that?” I whispered into her ear.

“Yeah, you know what I like…”

I smacked her ass again and pulled another yelp from her. The sound of her giggling from the stinging pain I knew she felt only made me want her even more.

I reached my hand around her neck and cupped her throat. A stifled gasp barely escaped from her as I started to squeeze.

“You liked it rough,” I said. “You knew just how to make me want you. You were a slut, my slut…”

“I… I was your slut…”

The sound of her choked gasps was music to my ears. She didn’t protest though. She let me manhandle her like she’d done so many times before. No woman could make me want her like Anna could.

One hand around her throat, I tangled my other hand in her hair. I took a firm grip and pulled her head back. She stood helplessly in front of me, panties and jeans around her ankles, bra hanging off of her breasts. She was gasping in a combination of pain and ecstasy as I whispered into her ear.

“Say you want me. Say you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Say my name.”

“I want you to fuck me… Jon… Fuck me… Ghost…”

I squeezed my hand around her throat to cut her off. She gasped as she choked for a few seconds before I finally released her. She inhaled deep breaths as she tried to regain her composure. Before she had a chance to recover, I pushed her back down on the couch and bent her over.

She fell on all fours and giggled. I positioned myself behind her. She turned around and gave me that devilish look. It was like being with her for the first time all over again. No matter how many times I fucked her, it still felt just as good. Now wasn’t gonna be any different.

I gripped her waist and pulled her closer to me. I looked down and saw the small tattoo on the small of her back. The tiniest little Reaper logo was visible.

“Fuck me…” she groaned. “Just fuck me already…”

I gave her another hard slap on the ass and watched her flesh vibrate. Her body was primed and ready for me.

I grabbed my cock and held it at her entrance. The heat emanating from her would have made any man come right on the spot.

“Fuck me, Jon… Give it to me… Dammit…”

She was pleading for me as I teased her pussy with my tip. She was so fucking wet, I knew I could slide right in. But I wasn’t gonna have her so easily. I’d waited this long. I was gonna savor it.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t think you want it,” I said.

“What?” she exclaimed. “What are you talking about?”

She looked back at me, her brow furrowed in anger.

“You’re gonna make me beg for it?”

“That’s right. Beg for it, Anna.”

“Please… Oh, fuck… Please give it to me—Hngh!”

She groaned as I shoved my cock into her. She was tight but so wet that I was able to slide into her without much effort.

“Fuck…”

I couldn’t hold back a grunt from how good it felt. My entire body was being consumed by her.

My grip on her waist firmed as I started to thump my body against her ass. The sound of our bodies colliding grew louder and louder.

“You like that?” I grunted.

“Yes… Yes… Harder… Fuck!”

I followed her orders, shoving my cock into her like I was trying to break her in half. I squeezed her waist so tight I knew there would be marks.

I pounded her pussy. She whimpered uncontrollably from my thrusts. Her hair whipping back and forth. Tits swinging underneath her. Ass in the air and presented to me.

She was my slut. She was my goddess. She was everything I’d ever wanted.

I started grunting even harder. The pleasure inside of me made my balls tighten up against me. My cock was gonna fucking explode.

“Fuck… I’m gonna come…”

“Come inside of me…”

She reached down with her hand and started rubbing herself.

“…Come with me.”

I started pounding her furiously. I wasn’t thinking about anything else. All I wanted was to empty every fucking drop I had into her.

“I want your cum… I want your cum inside of me… Ahh-hhh…”

Stuttered whimpers were followed by her body shuddering before me. Her wet pussy tightened around my cock.

“Fuck!”

I grunted as I lost myself. No man would have been able to hold back.

I squeezed her waist in my grip and buried myself as deep into her as I could. My hilt pressed against her ass. I held myself inside of her as my cock throbbed. I couldn’t remember the last time I came so hard. I never wanted the feeling the end.

I kept slowly massaging her insides with my cock until the feeling finally started to subside. My senses slowly returned to me. My breath steadied. My heart calmed in my chest.

I was fucking dripping with sweat. My muscles were sore. My balls had been drained completely.

I pulled out and collapsed on the couch. Anna fell over in front of me, laying on her belly in exhausted pleasure.

The moonlight reflected off of her sweaty body. Even from the back, she still looked like the goddess I had fallen for all those years ago.

It didn’t matter where we were going. It didn’t matter what happened before. The only thing that did matter was that she was here with me now. And I didn’t fucking care about anything else in the world than being with her.