CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

“This was the story of falling in love with a notorious biker manwhore. The Jane Austen untold version." - Ruby.

 

 

 

She loved it.

Ruby sucked him harder, her tongue roaming up and down his length, over thick ridges, raised veins until he pulled away panting. “You almost had me, beautiful, almost lost myself with that wicked mouth. I don’t want to come yet, get up on the bed, show me my darling pussy.”

Preacher ripped off the rest of his clothes and came towards her. His command was unmistakable, loving this side to him, the naughty look in his eyes as he watched her climb up onto his bed. Presented herself blatantly.

"Mother of god." Hissed Slider.

When Preacher's mouth was latched onto her clit, the lines blurred between pain and pleasure, becoming something new, something on fire. The edge of pain was a kind of promise, the focus between them palpable as if there was no one else in the room but them.

Only there was someone else. And Ruby felt the penetrating eyes on her like a second skin.

She was hot.

She was turned on.

This was what she wanted, these dominant overtones from him, she wanted it with every fiber of her being.

Aroused and frenzied, incoherent, a little scared, Ruby was consumed in Preacher and what he was giving her.

The subtle grunts the prospect gave off only spurred her to be more daring, to let him see what was between her legs, what Preacher was licking. Was it wrong to enjoy those watchful eyes all over her?

Feeling more wanton and free than she ever had before, she free-falled into a climax, it detonated down her spine, caused her to arch off the bed and into Preacher’s mouth almost suffocating him, hands buried in his hair she pumped her hips, feeling his tongue slip deep inside her, the sensation was too much and not enough, sensitive, her flesh burned, she cried out with aftershocks until she sagged back to the bed, boneless and dead.  This feeling of euphoria, she wanted to bottle it, take it out later when she was alone and roll around in it.

“More.” He groaned like a maniac. More? She was dead. Aware he was lifting her, holding her in his arms, Ruby gave a token whimper as he pinned her up against the wall so she was fully facing Slider, his eyes hooded and dark … aroused, she saw the distinct bulge in his pants, legs spread apart he didn’t do anything to mask he was liking what he was seeing.

The thought was releasing and she gripped onto Preacher when he hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder. Oh god. It was some kind of circus strong-man motion that she marveled at for a second before the pleasure overrode her once more, a tidal of heat, his great mouth open fully on her pussy, eating her alive.

It was mind blowing, every one of her abdominal muscles clenched and released, she flexed into his mouth, no need to grind since he was giving her every kind of friction a starved woman could need, his tongue and lips working vigorously.

She was so warm and liquid that when he set her down on her feet eventually she had no choice but to grab onto Preacher, to steady her legs, she had no feeling from the eyebrows down, every sensory nerve focused between her legs on the clit that was pulsing. Trying desperately to imprint every minute to memory, available for playback for any time she would miss this man in the future. No one had ever gone above and beyond to make her happy, to give her what she wanted. If Ruby hadn't been knee-deep in pleasure she might have taken the time to have a little cry for his sweetness in doing just that for her; making her happy.

“I think she needs more.” Groaned Slider and Preacher cut him a curious glance, his brow arched. 

She watched them both, panting in small breaths.

He placed her on the bed, she rolled up on her elbows.

“Yeah, I do, too, prospect. You hearing that, Ruby? Slider here wants you to take more. You need a pump of my dick, baby?” Cupping her boob, he teased the hard nipple. He had a way of touching just the right body part that needed it at the time, coming down from pleasure, he just petted her skin a little, getting her ready for the next onslaught.

“God, yeah. Give me more, Asher.”

Coming up onto the bed, bracketing his huge body in a cage around her, his lips glossy from her climax, dirty man ate pussy like it was a steak dinner. It made her smile, reaching out she wiped his mouth, then did something equally dirty and sucked her thumb with a loud pop.

“Holy fuck,” the peanut gallery chimed in. “Sexy as fuck. Man.”

Ruby laughed and took the hard kiss from Preacher, her mouth open and ready, she tasted herself tangled around his masculine flavor.

“Aren’t you the naughty one.” Hoisting her hips up, brushing his cock tip to her opening, she was swollen, sopping wet, the motion jarred her, flinching, she bumped his hips again, not ready for more, yet starved to go again. Asher Priest made her hungry.

“The beard made me do it.” She told him trembling, he kissed her shoulder, down her chest, captured a nipple, made it hard as a pebble.

Preacher knew every erogenous zone and used them to his advantage, making her squirm, pleading for his touch. “Needy baby.” He laughed against her mouth, his fingers moving in and deep. “Do you remember what to say if you want me to stop?”

“Yes. Fucking stop, Preacher.”

The prospect snickered like he was having a fine time watching his live porn show.

“That’s right, beautiful. Because I’m going to push you to those dark limits, I’ll make it hurt so good.”

She saw stars. “Fuck. do it. Please.”

“Oh, I am.” She didn’t see him slip the condom on, but he must have because before she’d even finished pleading he had grabbed her legs, pushed against her thighs until she was concertinaed with them crushed to her chest and he shoved all his cock inside her in one long hard thrust.

Her cry hit every surface.

She was taken under by bliss. Her ass arched up as much as she could, accepting the full brutal stabs, she'd swear his thrust entered her bones.

“Shhh, Ruby. You took it, didn’t you? Such a good baby. Tell me how it feels?”

Full. It felt fucking full. She told him in garbled graceless words, or she thought she did, her brain wasn’t functioning on all cylinders. She was all hormones.

Splitting open, stretched to her limits, it was a job well done if that was his aim. She sucked in air, his hand moving down to tease her clit, she jerked and moaned, relaxing into the bed, her legs shaking in his big hands, he pressed forward, leaning his weight into her, the motion slipped his dick deeper.

Oh, what a sensation. He was touching everywhere, hitting magic buttons she didn’t know she had.

“You see this, prospect? How my lady likes her fucking stuffed to the brim, don’t you, baby?”

The prospect was busy with his eyes glued to Ruby’s pussy, grunting. Her belly clenched knowing how intently their intimacy was being observed. He was seeing their messy sex, how drenched she was, her juices clinging to her thighs, coating Asher’s lower abdomen as he anchored their bodies together.

His smile seemed to say he knew how liberated she felt.

“Tight.” She spoke finally. ”You need to move, Asher. Or I’ll ---”

“You’ll what?” He laughed, daring. Torturous flicks on her overly sensitive vagina inside and out she was bucking up as much as she could. Their eyes locked, his looked like pools of wicked lust. She was sure hers would mirror the same. “You’ll come?” One more flick on her clit and she did just that.

That was three and he hadn’t started fucking her yet.

Now he started moving. Wet sucking sounds as he slipped in and out of her wetness. She should feel mortification for the mess she’d made, only she felt too good to care, her skin was humming, she was flushed, his massive body churning slowly, her neck arched so she could watch their joining. It was erotic and dirty, seeing how deeply he embedded, his cock drenched from her.

“Fuck. Incredible. That’s what I wanted.” He groaned pushing into the pubic bone. “Got me all messy, didn’t you? Gonna use it now.”

Use it? Frowning, she cried out when he pulled free. Her vagina protested she wasn’t done with that yet. Give it back. I need it. “Flip over,” he issued.

Ruby was one mass of vibrating nerve endings as she took the herculean task to move onto her belly, he yanked her hips back and spread her thighs out, for a second she protested, he’d exposed her, both sets of eyes would see everything from ass to pussy, she could feel her own juices coating where she sadly did not have a thigh gap, ---stupid cake she loved too much,--- and going right down to her ass crack and then…

His thumb pressed and stroked that puckered hole.

Oh god.

Oh. god

Excitement and fear slammed into her.

He was going to use her mess. To fuck her ass.

Holy show-stopping anal, batman!

And the most inappropriate movie quote popped into her mind, of course her tongue blurted it, she was fucking nervous, excited, sweating from her sexual pores. "Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker."

Slider laughed. Preacher laughed and slid his hand to the softest part of her spine at the bottom.

“I'm not calling you John McClane. What are you going to say if you want me to stop?” he repeated lifting her hips, opening her wider, one finger tormented her entrance, while his thumb pressed and forced its way in just a little bit. Burning heat. She sensed he was taking his cues from her, letting her breath and relax into it before giving her a little more.

God. It burned, she was too tight, much too tight for his dick. That beast would destroy her, tear her open and leave her wasted. The fear bubbled in her belly, excitement fizzled like cold champagne fresh from the bottle. She panted and rocked back into his hand taking a little more of his thumb. Oh, god, Yeah. It hurt in a good way, a really good way.

She wanted it. Her breath fanned the bed sheets, turning her face sideways, she caught the bright eyes of the prospect, unblinking they stared at each other, he was smirking and rubbing the heel of his hand over the bulge of his crotch, not at all ashamed of that motion either, naughty little boy, for a second she had darker thoughts, of asking him to join them, but she never would, she couldn’t share this with anyone else, his aroused gaze sent her belly in a hot dip, before she looked back at Preacher.

The sheets were soaked underneath her.

“I’ll say fucking stop, Preacher.” She didn’t want him to stop, as he pushed down with his thumb, she met him in the middle arching up, moaning a low keening noise in her throat as he spread her ass open, slipped in and out a little more each time.

The pain-pleasure became sharp, it would be more, a promise between them. His free hand finger fucking her.

“Touch yourself.” He commanded huskily.

“Feels good.” Sparks danced behind her eyes, the completeness of them making sense, they were as one, anticipating each other’s movements, as if they’d been having sex together for eons instead of weeks.

“You like that? Want more, beautiful?”

“God yes.” She shuddered.

His cock tip replacing his thumb, pressing in gently.

Oh fuck. This was it. If Ruby thought his thumb was filling, it was nothing to how his cock felt disappearing into her ass. She couldn’t take it. He’d split her apart. She would die.

And yet, her back bowed, pushing against him as he pushed down.

He fed another inch inside, whispering dirty words by her ear.

Oh, heavenly father, deliver me from evil.  Fire filled her insides, bloomed through her belly, deep into her spine, melting her down until she was a vessel for pleasure only. Ruby forgot about stroking herself, she reached back on a cry digging her nails into his wrist, anchoring herself before she floated away. Something bigger, wilder happening, bigger than she could have ever dreamed it would be.

Preacher was being gentle with her, feeding his cock into her sacred place until she was so full she could feel him everywhere. Oh, god, she was doing butt-stuff with Preacher, while another man watched them, and she loved it. Such a trampy tramp.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No. More, Asher. I love it.”

“Oh, yeah. Fuck. Don’t stop.” Slider chimed in. His voice adding to the eroticism.  The watching was an added level of sexy. Dark secrets brought to life. The other man was heavy breathing.

Preacher stroked wet kisses to her shoulder blade, over and over. “You feel so good, Rubes. So, incredible. I’m sunk inside goddamn heaven.” He moved in and in as far as she could take him, leaning his full body over her, fists planted up by her head, he was in kissing distance for her nape, to whisper dirty things of encouragement, telling her just how he loved fucking her ass and how naughty she was.

The ridges of his piercing were like nothing she’d ever felt before, dragging against unused inner tissue, she pleaded incoherently, her body tightening, chasing towards her climax.

He thrust her hips up, dipping his hand beneath and got his fingers inside her pussy, her vagina, greedy bitch grasped around those fingers like it was Hulk Hogan. Begging him to let her come.

He laughed at her ear, a gorgeous sound as he rasped. “Greedy little darling, she wants more.” He gave her more. And deeper. And harder.

“Deep breath,” he warned. A second later he pushed into her ass so far, she was buried in a silent scream, her face into the sheets, he stroked her g-spot and went over into bliss, his fingers slipping so wetly it was a wonder he could even keep them buried inside her vagina, the wet noises only fueled her hedonistic pleasure.

Preacher fell over her, totally encasing her, hips driving her into the bed, heavy, hot, slaps, “Oh, fuck. Close. Baby.” In and in and in he shoved.

“Fuck me, Asher. Fuck me, take my ass.” He began grunting, the beginning of his end, using the cushion of her ass cheeks to help him rock into her.

The bed creaked.

His breath warmed her cheek.

She turned and met his waiting mouth, their tongues tangling.

It was a total surrender to him.

Pinning her with his body.

She was overwhelmed. Consumed in him.

“Take me. Take me.” She chanted into his mouth. And realized that’s what she wanted more than anything. Him to use and take her, to get his pleasure from her body, to fuse them until they were one person. #Preachuby their name would need work.

“Asher…”

“Fuck. Baby. I’m going to---” two deep thrusts, she stretched around him and he let go of an almighty groan that rumbled her entire body. When they came, it was like two great savage creatures fucking in the jungle. She accepted everything he gave, she took and took, shaking with him. Even as he withdrew she felt his great body shudder. He dealt with the condom and laid a palm at the base of her spine. “Sexy girl.”

“Mmm.” Nothing that made sense came out of her mouth. Eyes closed, luxuriating in the new feelings.

But Preacher being who he was, lifted her up, she protested a half-hearted groan but was pacified when he climbed back on the bed and pulled her onto his lap, back to his chest, he cuddled her for long silent minutes.

Completely open to the prospects wide gaze.

He was looking at her and licking his lower lip.

She was looking at him from under her heavy eyelids.

Heat drove down under her skin.

“Don’t be bashful.” Preacher husked by her ear, encouraging her thighs to lay open. “This perfect little body is fucking stunning, he thinks so. He wants to fuck you, look at that starved look on his face, baby.”

Silent agreement she saw Slider lick his dry lips, streaking his gaze down her body to her open legs.

She was exposed and feeling sexy.

Powerful.

Time flew by when she was having her boobs massaged soft enough she almost fell asleep.

“Can you take it again?” He seemed to think she could when his hand disappeared between them, plucking at her abused clit. She flinched.

It felt good. So, good.

The full flat of his hand covered her vagina, rubbing so gently she could have been lulled into a coma.

“Yes. I think so. Can you?”

“Oh, you don’t even know, Ruby. I’m fucking worked up for you.” His dirty laugh turned her to soup, she cocked her head back and met his mouth, sucking hard on his tongue while he petted her, the heel grinding to her mound.

She began to feel things.

Soft warm things.

Emotions swirled and she wasn’t so stupid to mistake great empowering sex for anything else. Certainly, not love.

She didn’t love Preacher. Did she? Did she? Not asking for a friend, asking absolutely for me.

She just loved what his cock did to her. Oh, and what things it did. Gorgeous pierced beast.

Yeah, she agreed, rubbing her ass back on the cock in the spotlight, Ruby didn’t love him.

Oh, she did. She really fucking did. She adored him.

She’d fallen so fast so hard she was still trying to catch up with her mind.

“Then show me what you got, Preacher man.”

Starved kisses were shared as he rolled on a fresh condom.

Never taunt the devil, because the devil will show you what he had, pitchfork in hand. The devil was such a showboater, and Preacher was even worse.  He lifted her easily and dropped her down on his cock, the full feeling was jarring, no easily slide for Preacher, he sunk and he sunk deep. He had one level and that was; hard.

Oh. My. God.

Their sex began again. He held her wide open, legs spread for the dirty prospect watching everything, looking like he wanted to say a million things but kept his mouth shut. She was going to be vagina broken when they were done. She'd need ice and possibly a stay in the hospital. But oh, so worth it.  This was ... majestic fucking.

When she tried to close her legs, he wrenched them open wider, growling for her to keep them fucking open. She moaned and turned to water, his hands forcing her thighs to stay right there.

She was completely under his control, racing for the pleasure.

Those fucking eyes… Jesus.

Slider was massively aroused. She could hear it in his harsh almost asthmatic breathing, the way he was at first sat back in the chair and now… now, he was leaning forward, both arms on his spread knees.

Her climax was drowning her. Three separate breaths panted sucking up all the air in the small room.

This was real, a live fucking erotic show.

“Ruby…”

“God. Asher. I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can. Feel how hard I’m drilling you. Hungry little pussy taking it all, isn’t she? Fuck, you got me so amped, baby.” He strummed her faster, totally opening her intimate lips, rough wet strokes, using their shared pleasure to heighten the bliss. “Sticky girl,” grunted Preacher, swirling his fingers.

With her feet braced to the bed, and her back to his chest, she shamelessly used the momentum to ride back on him, slamming his cock deeper, too far gone to care how it must look.

Wet needful noises. Their bodies slurping together erotically. Preacher in her ear telling her how beautiful she was, to get it, to take it, to fuck him harder.

How could she refuse?

She was drunk on the act.

“I have to jerk off. Fuck. I gotta, man. She’s fucking dripping. My cock is gonna explode. Look at her, Jesus Christ, that pussy is perfect.”

“For fuck's sake.” Preacher rumbled in warning at the same time Ruby moaned.

“Yes.”

Both men seemed to halt in motion. One with his hand ripping open his belt and zipper, the other with his cock thrusting. “Yes,” she said again confirming it louder.

The prospect took her answer and ripped open his jeans, leaning back in his chair she watched him reach in, drag out his thick cock and wrap his fist around it, powering it through his palm.

“You bad girl.” Preacher laughed, a hand under her chin he pulled her head around to take her lips hungrily, tongues going in and out of each other’s mouth. “Look how crazed you made him to beat off. One look at this gorgeous wet body and he’s insane to come. Such a bad girl.”

Moans.

Groans.

Wet slaps. She grew closer. He grew closer. Slider grew closer.

It all seemed to happen at once, her pussy clenched down tight, milking Preacher’s cock, it was an out of body reaction, as he moved her on him with hurried pumps.

“Fuccck. Get there, baby. Destroy me with your orgasm.”

“Oh, god, Asher,” she wanted to say so much and nothing all at the same time.

The climax overtook her, not as powerful, but just as overwhelming, her moan was ragged as Preacher lost it. His face buried in the sweaty hollow of her throat, his hands spanning her waist, bruising her skin.

And as she sagged forward, it was then she saw as Slider pumped his climax out of himself, wet spurts over his hand, his groan was animalistic, his eyes all over her body.

She couldn’t look away.

“You get that on my fucking floor I’ll rub your nose in it, prospect.” Growled Preacher making her giggle, turning her body fully into him.

He held her so gently, cradling her in against his shoulder, softly stroking her back as if it was only those two in the entire world.

“Thank you.” She whispered nuzzling his lips.

“You were stunning, my beautiful.”

She caught a glance at the clock sitting on top of the small table by the bed. Holy shit. They’d been at this peep show for more than two hours.

Interactive porn really did make time fly by.

When she could feel her skin again, when her bones had settled back in her skeleton, Preacher told her to climb under the sheets, she undulated and rolled away from him, presenting him her ass to crawl up towards the headboard. She heard him grunt. “Tempting, baby.”

“Meant to be. Join me.” Lying down never felt so good, she became one with the pillow.

“Time for you to go, prospect.”

“Aww…for real? I mean, I don’t mind round ten, Preacher.”

“Out.” He insisted, pulling on his jeans.   

She didn’t feel shame, not even a little bit for her nudity. In fact, she gave Slider a wide grateful grin and a wave of her fingertips as he left winking at her.

Preacher followed him out, with his jeans unbuttoned, all his inked skin on show, it was a wonder she could breathe after experiencing all of that. She heard him say “Remember what I said if you tell a word of this, prospect? Good. You don’t glance at Ruby any differently, you dig? Thanks for doing this.”

And then Slider. “She’s a goddamn goddess. And that was the hottest shit I ever saw.  Now can I fuck off, sir? I have to go bang my girl. I don’t even have a girl. I need to get a girl so I can bang her stupid ‘cause damn me, did I say that was the hottest shit I ever saw? I’m gonna dream about this shit.”

Ruby rolled over onto her belly, laughing.

She liked being a sexual goddess. It was … liberating. She’d never shared any of her fantasies with any of her exes before. Preacher was different. He not only didn’t judge her for them, he made them happen.

And god. She hadn’t felt free in such a long time, weighed down by circumstances and duty didn’t leave much time for sexual liberty.

She smiled at him when he came back inside, his trademark smirk all over his face.

“Well, well. Wasn’t that fun, beautiful.”

Beautiful. When he said it, she believed it. Her belly fluttered with everything she was feeling for him. He climbed back onto the bed, spooning behind her.

She was feeling too much, far too much, a wash of girlish excitement she hadn’t experienced in a long time, until him. The mood had her uncertain in her own skin. Was she meant to tell him how she felt? Just sex had become so complicated suddenly. After setting out her stringent rules, she’d fallen for him anyway. What was the protocol now? She allowed herself thirty minutes cuddling into him, listening to his husky tones as he told her just how much he’d enjoyed tonight and then Ruby made her excuses to leave not long after, saying she had an early start at work tomorrow. She didn’t. It was the first lie she told Preacher.

 

 

She should have stayed at the club with him. Because everything went to shit not long after she arrived home.

That’s just how her life went. She got a taste of good and then the inevitable blast of sourness.