CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“There's petting, and then there's Preacher man petting. No comparison. One makes you feel good, the other makes you feel good all over." - Ruby.

 

 

 

 

"I wasn't prepared for this."

"What's that, beautiful?" Preacher was climbing back into his bed as she watched his sleek movements, a lethal jaguar using every single muscle to aid in moving like he was gliding. He prowled over the space of his huge bed, the biggest bed she'd ever seen or been in, it was serious royalty worthy. He plonked down in the middle, letting his palm find her inner thigh.

Her shiver was instinct and a little ardent charge. His voice a rich baritone that did nothing to lessen the monsoon of butterflies in her belly. "You." She couldn't take her eyes off his six pack. It was just so there ---so defined, every ridge and bump pronounced on his torso leading down to that V women loved like it had been sculpted in clay first and fixed to his body. The man was put together so well it made her mouth fill with moisture. Long after he was gone from her life Ruby would diddle beneath the sheets and think of his exquisite body, maybe place him in one of her dirtier fantasies that got her off, oh yeah, she'd so put Preacher as a starring role.

“I could say the same.” Fingers stroked up and down her thigh, shivers followed his touch.

He placed his arms over his head, dipping his back in the middle. The stretch elongated his abs. She let go of a little whimper. An angel needed a gold embossed bench in their honor for making that body. His muscles all rolled in tandem with his inhale and the way his forearms flexed … Jesus Christ. Dragging her gaze away before she licked him from head to toe.

They lay in relatively comfortable silence, each fine with the quiet, his fingers reaching out now and then to touch a part of her naked body, and she did the same while she mused on her new friend-with-benefits. Good things never lasted for long, at least that was her experience so she intended to milk this--and him for all it was worth while she had it. Her head turned on the pillow and watched as his eyelids held at half-mast. There was a dangerous side to Asher Priest. Not just because of his biker connections, those were disreputable if you believed rumors around town about the Renegade Souls. People both feared and adored those club men. The rumors varied from sex to gang wars and even murder, but that was in hushed whispers and never accused to the men themselves, and it wasn't as though she could come out and ask him, yet that darkness lurked in his eyes and his smile, secrets, and shade and things he wasn't saying or couldn't say. This was sex, so did she even want to know what he got up to? No relationship here.

How could she have ever thought he was just a manwhore. The man was an ocean and she wasn’t saying it simply because he knew how to make her come. Preacher had made it a point to ruin all future men for her. Rotten bastard. He was going to be the benchmark for every other man she took to her bed.

And that piercing. Fricking hell, she could still feel it scraping against her inner walls. Ruby had complied with everything he'd demanded since it had felt so damn good to be controlled by a man who knew what he was doing.

He caught on to the tempo she liked, and the angle in which to lift her pelvis so his cock could go impossibly deeper in that hard-stretching way making her take it even when it had hurt.

And the dirty talk.

How had his tongue not eviscerated out of his mouth from sheer hotness? He was filthy and seductive and he turned her stomach to water.

Mesmerized in his eyes looking up at her, she didn't know whether to fall for him or be disgusted by her mooning behaviour getting lost in a good dick.

Luckily for Ruby, whatever Preacher saw in her face, he took the moment back by rolling her over and laying on top of her, pushing her legs open to make a space for him.

Being naked she felt all of him.

All. Of. Him.

Every large inch brushing her sex.

That thing had a mind of its own, unending stamina and it seemed to like the home it tunneled inside her. Ruby hummed in her throat not minding it at all, even as her core protested a little sore. The pressure in her sternum emptied, a giant bolt of those turned-on hormones flooding through her.

Oh, here we go again.

“Don’t be wary. I can see it in your eyes. We can enjoy this, baby. It’s so good, isn’t it? Tell me you enjoy it.”

Bossy. She grabbed onto his beard, gave it a tug to bring him closer to her smiling mouth. “You feel good lying on top of me. You feel incredible inside me.” She watched the darkening going on in his green depths, such pretty eyes for a hard man. She arched her neck to lick his bottom lip. He groaned. “You feel amazing fucking me. Fuck me, Preacher man.”

With a torn expletive their kiss was savage, he forced her lips open, it caused a fresh wave of dampness between her legs. How he treated her, roughly, gently, like he couldn’t get enough and wanted it five minutes ago, she’d never felt such unquenched power.

The firm hardness of his ass felt like a rock as she squeezed and rubbed herself on him, she almost slipped his cock tip through her lips and directed him to her entrance when his massive body moved downwards.

Oh god. The man was obsessed with giving head.

Completely obsessed. He’d licked her so much even now her vagina convulsed in anticipation of the brush of his beard against her inner thighs and the flat tongue that would----yessss. Her back left the bed, his head already descended between her spread legs she shamelessly opened wider displaying everything to him, inviting him in.

"This right here is my fucking place." He drew his nose along her slit. Ruby's legs quivered, feet braced on either side of his hips, the heat coming off them both was hot enough to power the town for a month. "When I suck this little clit I can feel just how hard I make it, Rubes. And then when I tongue-fuck you and you soak my mouth, it's goddamn heaven. This is my place. Your pussy was made for my mouth to eat it.  You like that?" He flicked his tongue after each word, Ruby barely heard a thing over her own panting. She sounded like a wounded Chihuahua.   

Words escaped her because he was doing some tongue wiggling right below her clit. A place she didn't think was so sensitive until she jerked hard. Oh, good god, what was that? what was he doing? how? Oh, god. He moved his tongue around in that same spot. She arched her back to watch.

There was no run-up to an orgasm. One minute she wasn't orgasming. the next she was in the hardest way, every bone of her spine contorted up pressing her pussy to his mouth even when she wanted to escape the torture. Too sensitive, not enough, more, more, yes ...  she cried out.

She had to grip his massive shoulders for fear of dying in his bed, her legs were useless, her mind was in a worse state buzzing pleasure, aftershocks stacking up twenty high, shaking her. "What-- oh god." Half-sobbed. Dazed and dreamy she fell back.

"I know, beautiful. Feels good, doesn't it? I told you this is my place, look how the little darling listens to me when I whisper sweet words to her." Preacher was nuzzling her with his lips, flicking his tongue taking all her pleasure into his mouth, far too sensitive to be played with, she clenched and cursed the air with choppy breaths.

It was as though he'd mined for gold and found a second clitoris. She was a mess, soaked, could feel her climax running out of her and she was useless to do anything about it, her body flopped back, her eyes closing heavy.

Jesus, talk about your knock out gas.

"Preach…" Unable to even form his whole name.

He chuckled dropping a kiss on her mound before he prowled over her body collapsing at her side, his hand went to her belly and he stroked her gently, bringing her down from the high she never knew existed. She was in the fucking clouds high as a kite on Preacher man sex.

"I have you, let me bring you down. Poor baby took it, didn't you?"

"God."

He laughed again a rich satisfying sound. No more than one word would form on her tongue. Death by orgasm. It was a thing. It was real and alive and here in Preacher's bedroom.

Their eyes met and held like always.

She couldn't move a muscle but offered her mouth when he leaned down taking it softly coaxing her lips into opening for his tongue and it was just as sweet as the last kiss and the one before that.

A hand stole between her thighs and she jerked. "Too soon."

"Just a little pet, Rubes. It'll make you feel better again."

"I don’t think I can walk, ever again. You’ll have to go on the trip alone, leave me here to die, maybe leave me some Doritos within reach and ranch dip." She informed against his soft lips and softer beard. If she could use her fingers she'd tug that hair right off his chin.

"You're welcome, beautiful, I enjoy making you messy.  Now you'll let me know when you're reading for more." The hardness against her hip said to hurry. Instead, she luxuriated in his kisses.

Tasting the wicked man and his wicked tongue.

When the feeling returned in her limbs she reached between them and grasped his cock. Tight and hard.

“Fuck yeah. Work me up, get me crazy.” The room began to spin with their arousal, the air sucked out, it was just this; her hand, his cock and their shared pants and Preacher’s occasional expletives blistering the air when she rubbed his pre-come against the underside of his swollen tip.

She worked him up.

She got him harder than he’d been. Steel encased by silk.

His eyes were wild, mirroring her own passion, their lips brushing and teasing, kissing open and wet, tongues delving into each other's mouths, a soft parry, and retreat.

The thud in her chest became a hard thud-thud.

“Tighter.” He gritted between clenched teeth, his head hanging down watching her jack him off. Smooth pink skin pushing through her palm.

“Harder. Fuck,” he growled.

Ruby laughed low in her throat. And it was his catalyst. “God. Fuck. Stop. Baby.”

He flipped her, easy as that and she was on top of him straddled over his lap with his back to the headboard, every pillow at some point had been tossed to the floor, the covers a rumpled mess that smelled like them.

Preached gripped her waist in his hands, positioning her. “I want to come with you on my cock.”

“Put me there then.” She was stage five hundred excited. Every goose bump on her skin was because of him. Her nipples were little bullets, aching. Her stomach was nothing but flutters.

Using her ass, she brushed back and forth on his cock, feeling him stroke between her cheeks and for a dark moment his eyes lit up, held hers. Both thinking the same.

“I’ll take your ass, beautiful. Not tonight though. Would you like that?”

Ruby paused in mid-stroke, his cock tip trapped between the very ass cheeks in question, it tightened as if bashful, but ... Oh yeah. She would. “Yes.” she husked.

If any man could give her that experience it would be Preacher. Cock extraordinaire.

He grinned wickedly and lifted her, dropping her instantly on him, impaling down to the very depths of her.

It was an effort to breathe, oxygen not important, the feel of him, thick and incredibly hard stopped her lungs from working for a second.

It took no time at all for her pussy to quicken. Even with her own hand and vast knowledge of what she enjoyed most, and the use of a few bullet vibrators she wasn't this fast to get her to the point of no return.

"Fuck me just like that." She issued in a voice that sounded strangled and lust filled. "Don't stop." He was being rough, almost as if he was using Ruby’s body to jack himself off.

"I’m not stopping, baby. Fucking swat team could go through here and I'm still fucking you. Come on my cock."

He worked up a frenzied pace, skin slapping together, his grip hard and tight. Ruby loved the out of control rhythmic motion. She mewled and moaned murmuring his name, the only words she could push past her lips, the passion crawling through her at speed. He'd taken the reins and Ruby felt free. He'd taken the control from her hands and cradled it with his own. Let me get you there, baby, his biting fingers said. And she did.

Effortlessly lifting her, he bounced her on and off his cock, all Ruby could do was brace her hands on his shoulders and take the hard thrust.

It was sublime gearing for the big finish, the tell-tale tightening, and the streak of electricity, she rode him faster, reaching, chasing…oh god. Yes.

“Fucking ride hard, baby. My goddamn balls are full, empty me.”

Their eyes are all over each other. She couldn't look away. Trapped by emerald blades.

In that moment, Preacher had never looked sexier. He was a masculine man, as manly as they come, but he was something more pumping frantically up into her, reaching for his pleasure. A softness to his gaze.

Her fingers locked behind his neck. He bounced her, guiding her to the frantic pace he needed. It almost reached pain, she was too small and he too big, her inner thighs burned, her pussy clenched and released, her head thrown back calling out his name.

A sensation much like euphoria hit her, kept her in its grasp for long minutes, long after Preacher had emptied into her with his own grunted bliss, he’d already dispersed of the condom and flopped down on the bed beside her before she floated back into the room.

“Naughty little tease.” He palmed her ass. Left it there, his fingers nestled between her cheeks, almost touching ... 

Ruby flipped open one eye to look at him, large and breathing heavy at her side.

“You just fucked my bones out, that’s pleasing not teasing, Preacher man.”

“I was in fucking agony.”

"Don't mess with the bull, young man. You'll get the horns."

His chest vibrated laughing, allowing her tired eyes to close, too much sex, her brain was shutting down for a manual repair.

“You give good horns, baby. But I’ll bite… another movie?”

“God, you don’t know that one either? I'm rethinking fucking you. It’s only the classiest classic, Asher.”

Her voice slowed.

“I’m sensing a classic movie theme.”

“You have no taste.”

“Just fucked a stunning woman. I think my taste is fine.”

She smiled and he rubbed her ass. The skin to skin felt nice, so nice she turned her head and let her face rest against his shoulder, tasting the exerted sweat off him.

“What time are we leaving tomorrow?”

“Around six.” A palm worked up the full of her spine and back down again. Ruby purred, the motion lulling her.

“‘Kay. Sleep now.”

“I will soon. Goodnight, beautiful.”

She was already asleep.