CHAPTER NINETEEN

“Road trips mean road head, road sex, road handjobs. This is gonna be the best non-vacation." - Preacher.

 

 

 

 

Nerves threatened to burst and cripple Preacher. He was dog tired, and aching to lie down next to Ruby. She was on his bed, cafe au lait skin so fucking gorgeous, sheened in their sex sweat, all her dark hair fanned out around her, messy from his hands, dead to the world curled on her side with her hand tucked under her chin like a sweet little innocent. If not for the indescribably filthy sex they’d shared he could believe in that innocence but now he knew what she had lurking beneath her smiles and tight clothes.

Ruby was just as hungry as he was.

It was like finding someone with his same appetite and tucking into a plate of Tortilla de Patatas together. Fuck, now he was hungry for real as exhaustion dogging the back of eyelids, maybe when he got back from out of town Capone would make him his famous potato omelette.

He didn’t dare sleep next to her, he had taken a risk the other night, and thank god, he hadn’t woken in a night terror. He’d hate himself if he ever hurt Ruby.

Padding barefoot across to the bed, he covered her up, kissing her hipbone. He felt a sense of pride to know he’d done that, put his baby into a coma, she’d come so much so hard it was a wonder she didn’t pass out sooner. And tomorrow she’d be on the back of his bike.

Fuck. His skin itched between his shoulder blades.

He wanted that. Her on the back, clutching his waist with her thighs, curled around him as they sped down the freeway.

He’d had chicks on his bike before, he wasn’t like some of his brothers who saw it as sacred, some badge of claiming allowing only the woman on the back. But to have Ruby there? It was going to feel different. The anticipation hounded his steps as he fetched a glass of water, and a bottle for her, and returned to the bedroom quietly, he left the bottle on the bedside table for when she woke, looking longingly at the pillows, he could crawl in beside her, and stay awake, but the risk he’d fall asleep, he was not chancing that, not right next to her.

It had been more than a year since his last episode, really bad episode, for the most part he was steady these days, but the lack of sleep always brought on his flashes. He'd wanted Ruby in his bed tonight more than he deemed sleep important.

He parked it in the leather chair, watching the rise and fall of her full tits.

He was right. She was a naughty tease. Every breath she took was a tease for him to crawl forward onto the bed and fuck her stupid. Fuck her awake, dig his cock into her wetness even before she knew what was going on.

Nerve endings tingled the tip of his cock.

He seriously couldn’t get enough. He was a glutton for sex, always had been, but this was something new and scary, he felt like he was fighting against the tide, never knowing when his last fix would be the final fix. Always in charge, Preacher was in the new predicament of knowing Ruby held the keys to this funhouse and she could rescind his invitation anytime.

Preacher knew he was in trouble when his hands began to shake.

Maybe it was just simple tiredness. Nothing else.

He rubbed hands together, feeling a cold sweat pop out on his brow.  

Get it the fuck together, Priest.

It was nothing. Forcing his breathing to regulate, he folded back in the chair, gulped his water and concentrated on Ruby’s booty instead. All pert and round and begging for him to fuck it. He lost himself in the fantasy until he relaxed enough to catch a nap that wasn’t quite REM sleep but enough to give him the rest his body needed.

 

 

He woke back broken.

Jesus whoring Christ, was his spine fused to the chair? Preacher tentatively moved like he was ninety years old, standing to his full height, or what his creaking bones allowed and he went into a full stretch groaning in his chest.

Not quite five AM yet. He could knock up some eggs and pancakes before it was time to set off, but the sight of Ruby warm and buried under his covers in his bed, her vanilla scent evocative like a petite seductress calling out to him, he didn’t give food a thought.

His groin had other ideas.

Excitement pounded a primitive pulse through Preacher’s ribcage. It was fucking primal, stalking him towards his bed and the woman there he wanted to do things to until she’s blind to everything but him.  He’d discovered a few things these past nights about his tiny dancer. Things he wanted to explore when they had more time to dedicate to the tasks at hand. He made a mental note even as his hand rimmed his length, tugged upwards, he went from semi-hard to full hard as she made one of those sleepy muffly sounds.

What did he say; fucking little tease. It was ridiculous that there he was standing in his own bedroom in the house he bought and paid for cash and he was experiencing butterflies like he was a teen with his first girlfriend. Ask the last man Preacher put into the hospital how innocent he thought Preacher was or the man before that. He was no good man.

The club always erred on the side of straddling the law, doing what was best for the club wasn’t always what was right and just and he’d bloodied many a face for the best of the club, to protect those he cared for.

And yet, the butterflies made him feel like an innocent man with nothing more on his plate than seducing a beautiful woman awake.

He got his first unobstructed look at Ruby when he kneeled up on the bed, sliding over until he could straddle her slim frame. He peeled the sheet down, uncovering her perfect tits, nipples so gorgeous and perky to see him he leaned in and licked both as a good morning, he wanted to suck on them hard, but could wait until he was ready to wake her fully, making her shiver, though she stayed asleep.

Her nose crinkled and she had the cutest lines on the side of her face where she'd been burrowed into the pillow. Ruby relaxed in sleep was incredible beautiful.

He would have her screaming in minutes.

Poor little dirty minx just didn’t know yet.

Trailing fingertips to her pussy, he eased the lips open, so wet and warm, was she having naughty dreams? A finger plied circles around her clit, not touching the bud, not yet, but enough to have her squirming like her subconscious was telling her something nice was happening and maybe she should wake.

This pussy is mine.

For now, anyway. And while it was he intended to use and abuse the little darling as often as he could. Starting right now. He positioned his cock until it nestled just inside, using his knees to balance himself over her.

Preacher would have been awake at the slightest movement. Tiny dancer slept in full coma-mode, letting him spread her open without a stir. He grinned and gripped forceful hands under her tits, cradling her rib cage, keeping her angled to the bed.

“Beautiful, it’s time to wake up.”

Another snuffly noise. He nudged her with his cock, the wet pleasure shot through his spine. If he came suddenly it was her fault.

Even in sleep her greedy pussy wanted to draw him in, she squeezed and he pushed a tiny way inside, leaving the bulk of him to give once she’s fully conscious.

He kissed her tits. And down her chest, up to find her lips, his hands squeezed her ribs, he knows she gets off on being held down, she’d never told him outright, but fuck if she didn’t go wild that first time he did it, she’d gushed so hard he’d been soaked, now he held her in place ready to fuck like a dog and when her eyes flickered open, he was hit with her beauty, the breath catching in Preacher’s throat, he lost all sense of time and what he was doing gazing at her. Feelings assaulting him.

But then her saw her features change, fear flashing across her face as she bucked and began to struggle against his hold.

“Hey, Shhh…baby. It’s me. Shh…just me.” Kisses peppered on her face. “It’s me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“God. Asher.” Every bone relaxed until his fingers tightened on her ribs, Ruby acknowledged the hold as her eyes went through the stages of startled, relief and then smoky.

“Morning, beautiful.” Soft rousing kisses.

“What are you doing?”

He nudged her with his cock, heard her throaty moan, eyes flickering closed he stroked the undersides of her tits, those full globes so perky and pleased he wanted to thrust his cock between them, see them coated in his come. Dirty his lady.

His nasty thoughts forced his length harder and for another inch to push into her, they both groaned this time, her back bending in the middle, he slid another and another.

“Guess.” Voice gruff. And there was no more talking because Preacher had a need only fucking her crazy would fix.

Only when she was coming did he calm down, take the thrusting to a slower beat, abusing her body in the sweetest way as she melted again, a full second orgasm shaking her gorgeous body, he felt like superman pounding her, watching her tits bounce as she grasped onto the sheets and cried out for him to fuck her, to never stop.

Oh, he fucked her alright. Tiny dancer got it good from Preacher. He adored her with every slam and push and kiss.

But he didn’t come.

He pulled from her body harder than he’d started, stopping was the most difficult thing he’d ever done in recent years, and he tossed the empty condom into the trash can under the bedside table, stepping off the bed he walked to the bottom of it.

His bed was a custom build, he was a big guy and needed something more than a King size. Raised on a platform, standing at the very edge it was the perfect height for his groin.

“Scoot down here, beautiful.” Her large owl eyes blinked, so full of pleasure. Gorgeous thing had her slippery arousal coating the inside of her legs. He loved her being wet.  She came down and he got her to lie flat, with her head off the end, she was looking up at him upside down as she licked her lips. Saucy girl.

Rubbing the long length of her throat, he felt her reflexive swallow, so slim and warm.

“Do it, Asher. Feed me your cock. That’s what you want isn’t it?” And what do you know, she opened her mouth, wiggling her tongue.

It was the easiest push inside, using his hand he guided his cock, sliding over her tongue first before he really got into her mouth and he didn’t stop feeding his tiny dancer until he watched her throat bulge taking him in.

A woman with no gag reflex, now that was the motherfucking dream.

She licked and licked, sucking him down, while Preacher stroked the front of her throat, just pushing his hips a little to hit the back of her neck.

Goddamn. She gave the best head. The absolute best.

Ineligible prayers came out of him tangled in sailor talk.

He was fucking her much too rough, but she was humming and drawing her tongue over his piercing and who could resist that vibration through their cock 'cause goddamn Preacher couldn’t.

He was ready to blow.

Not yet. Not yet. Fuck.

With his cock sunk deep in wet heaven, he leaned bodily over her, kissed down her shuddering belly, her greedy hands playing his balls almost had him losing his shit all over her face.

Not yet. Not yet.

He had to work fast, latching his mouth to her pussy, they were in the classic sixty-nine, double head, he fucked her mouth, and she pushed her skinny hips up and fucked his as he gave her the sweetest intimate kisses.

Ruby jerked like Preacher had electrocuted her, lips clamped fully around his length, he heard her muffled cry, it was a case of three pumps and they came together in harsh moans.

She was gulping for air when he pulled free, her belly fluttering and her gorgeous legs spread wide.

That pussy is mine.

His mind was damn insistent on it.

Falling to his knees, he kissed her in that position, it was an awkward not enough tongue kiss that she joined in with, his hand holding her throat in a possessive move, his other one went directly between her legs and rubbed her mound, coating his hand in her wetness. She didn’t come again, but she gave a series of hard jerks while they tasted each other.

When she was this dreamy with lust it was hard to remember the woman, who threw snarky retorts at him all those months ago. He never thought he’d be here now with his tongue teasing against her lips and his fingers playing her soaked lips from top to bottom, giving a little hello to her puckered ass that he wanted to fuck very soon. From the way, she popped her hips and mewled against his tongue she wanted it, too.

“You can grab the first shower, babe. If we both go in there we’ll A; flood the bathroom and B; never reach Nebraska.” Reluctantly detangling them he rose to his feet, kissing her once more in that prone position. Preacher went to make food and didn’t think about joining Ruby in the shower when he heard the water gurgling through the pipework’s. He didn’t think of her wet and soapy.

Maybe for a minute.

 

 

 

Holy hell. She came out of his house striding down the steps like she had her own theme song playing in the background and did he mention how sexy she looked?

Eye-fucking at its best, Preacher leaned over the handlebars and stared at her with his heart banging, streaking his gaze from the bottom, over her skin tight denim jeans and converse, to the white vest tank that accentuated her tits like she was just trying to rile him up and that was topped off with the waist length mini leather jacket she wore unbuttoned, her hair caught up in a high ponytail swinging left and right with the music only she was hearing, but fuck, Preacher wanted to get in on it, if only to better enjoy the sway of those hips, cause those fucking goddamn hips were hypnotising him into dragging her back into his house and forgetting all about his job.

And then she smiled at him.

Pushing the black shades up her dainty nose she smiled and he swore the sun shone brighter for a second. He got really fucking hard.

Offering a hand, she grasped his. “Climb up.”

She took the helmet, clipping it under her chin before throwing her leg over the back of him. "Isn't this called a bitch seat?"

"Right now, it's a Ruby seat." The smirk in his voice. "Wrap your arms, babe, and try not to fall off."

"Oh, well that's helpful. Just don't fall off?" She snorted but slid both arms around his waist locking her fingers in front tight. “You can be sure if I fall I take you with me.”

The vibrations from the engine thrummed underneath him, letting his girl warm up while the other woman in his life rested her chin to his spine, his chest expanded so hard he was sure his lungs would break out of his back. Shit. She felt good cuddled up to him.  “You comfortable back there, tiny dancer?” She gave his belly a little nudge, letting him know she was good for him to drive off.

"Jesus. You're gonna make me crash.”

"What have I done?"

"Your tits are on my back and your hands are all over my belly."

"You can handle a pair of boobs, Preacher man. Let's go" She gave his belly a pinch, kicking off the stand, he revved the bike in a rumbling purr and rode off taking the first left.

Eight hours if traffic was good to him with beauty curved into his spine? Fuck him. He was going to need the help of a Saint.

If only he believed.