Chapter 19
Daisy
I was naked, and I should have been cold, but I wasn’t. A delicious heat enveloped me from behind. A muscular arm was over my waist, holding me tightly to the man that was sharing his body heat with me. My butt was snug against the cradle of his hips, and there was a hard cock tucked between my cheeks, poking insistently, as if asking for entrance. As consciousness slowly chased the sleepiness from my brain I became more aware of what was going on, and how it had come to this. The last thing I could remember was closing my eyes to wait for Big John to return from his shower. Relaxed and basking in orgasmic bliss, I’d obviously fallen back to sleep.
A lazy smile spread across my face, wondering what he’d thought when he’d returned to find me sleeping, and, most likely, snoring. I was sure that he’d been expecting to continue where we’d left off. His arm shifted, and a big hand cupped my breast, squeezing gently. Then I felt his nose burrow into the hair at the back of my neck. He sucked in a breath and released it as a long growl. The fingers at my breast pinched a nipple, the sting shooting all the way down to my clit. Moaning softly, I thrust my ass further into his morning wood.
“Morning, baby,” he rasped against me. “You owe me something.”
A giggle escaped me. “I’m sure you’ll collect tenfold.” It occurred to me that I liked waking up next to Big John. “Would you like some breakfast?”
“Later,” he said, moving fast. Suddenly I was beneath him and he was kissing me roughly.
That’s all it took to ignite the flame between us. Wildfire surged through my blood, and I arched my hips into his hard cock, which seemed to be probing for something between my legs. I grew wet with the anticipation of where that muscle would be plunging in a moment, because I had no doubt that Big John would be fucking me before he left me again. He thrust against me, but didn’t enter me. I parted my thighs in order to feel the friction of his cock sliding against the folds of my pussy, fanning the flames of hunger that were coursing through my body.
He pulled back far enough that I could see his face. “Big John!” I blinked several times to make sure that my eyes were focused and that I was actually seeing what I thought I was seeing. He was black and blue, and there was a nasty-looking cut on his cheek. His lips were swollen, too, which made me wonder how he’d managed to kiss me so hard, and I thought about the orgasm he’d given me earlier. “Your face!” I gasped, bringing my hands up to cradle his cheeks with concern. “What happened?”
Our gazes met and held. I could see the arousal in his, but his hesitation told me that he was thinking over his words. “I’m good, babe.”
If he thought ‘I’m good, babe’ was going to pacify me, he had a lot to learn about me. “Really? Because you look like shit.” He laughed at my passionate outburst. “It’s not funny, Big John. I−” Oh, God, I choked up as emotions I hadn’t expected to bubble up got the best of me. It was obvious that he’d been in a fight, and that he’d been hurt. It hurt to look at him, but I pulled myself together because, after all, this was Big John, and he was Phantom Riders’ club enforcer. I was sure that fighting was the least of his talents. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
“All’s in working order,” he said, thrusting his cock against me. “Want me to prove it?” he teased, kissing my nose.
God, help me, even with all his cuts and bruises I wanted him to prove it. I wanted him to bury his cock into me and make me his. All that mattered right then was that he was alive and with me, and whatever had happened before he got there was over. Talk would come later. Right now I just wanted to feel, to embrace the knowledge that he was there. I raised my pelvis into his loins. “Yes,” I said with a little fire, because I was still upset over his face being messed up. “Show me everything is still working, because the only thing moving right now is your mouth.”
His eyes widened with amusement, and then he reached for something under his pillow. It was a condom, which he promptly tore open with his teeth, removed from the package, and then calmly handed to me. He lifted his body away from mine so I could roll the latex over his length. I pulled a groan from him by giving his cock a good squeeze and a few pumps of my fist. I would have done it for as long as he’d let me. As he lowered his body back down onto mine, his mouth latched on to a nipple.
Instant pleasure shot through me. I buried my head into the pillow and arched my body in offering. Big John seemed content to love my breasts and nipples, his hands smoothing up and down my body while he thrust his cock against my pelvis. I wanted him inside, trying to twist into a position that would allow him to enter me, but he seemed just as determined to prolong my yearning.
“What do you want, baby?” he rasped against my breast.
“Stop teasing me. You know what I want.” I caught my breath when he took a nipple between his teeth. I got his message loud and clear. “Okay, I want your cock inside me!” He licked the nipple he’d just pinched and captured my gaze. “Now, Big John.”
With a masculine laugh of triumph, he took my hips and flipped me onto my belly. He wanted to fuck me from behind? I was all for that, but before I had a chance to move into position his hands were at my hips and he was pulling me up on my knees until my ass was in the air, and I felt a small pang of self-consciousness at the size. I moaned when his hands began to smooth over it.
“Love this ass,” he said with a low growl, squeezing the cheeks now. My eyes widened with surprise when I felt his mouth against me. I automatically jerked forward. “Don’t move.” He slapped one cheek, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to get my attention. I immediately moved back into position. His hand spread over where his slap had landed. “You’re fucking sexy, baby. You keep my dick hard.”
His words turned me on. The kisses he placed on both cheeks caused me to drip with arousal. I whimpered and moaned, pushing into the mouth that was moving over me. Big John made his way toward my pussy, and then I felt his tongue lick me from the front to the back, continuing up to my anus. I jerked forward when his tongue swept over the forbidden star.
Slap!
“Ouch!” That one hurt. I moved back and glared over my shoulder at him, which was futile, because he was staring down at my ass.
“When you’re in this position you don’t fucking move,” he practically snarled. His expression was tight with lust, his eyes practically black. His gaze shifted up to mine. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want, Daisy.” He hesitated. “Okay?”
I slowly nodded and turned away, quivering at the primal hunger on his unyielding face. Before I could draw another breath, his hands returned to my hips and he was thrusting forward, penetrating my pussy from behind. It wasn’t a slow possession. He buried his big dick to the hilt in a rough thrust that would have sent me flying forward if not for the hands that were clenching my sides. I moaned at the feeling of fullness that having him inside me produced. He held himself still for a minute, letting my body adjust to him, and then he began to move with purpose.
“Jesus, you feel good around my dick.” His thrusts were deep and steady, and I could hear his breathing pick up. “Someday I’m going to find out how tight your pretty ass is.”
I closed my eyes, which magnified the pleasure he was giving me. I’d never enjoyed anal sex, but somehow the thought of Big John fucking me there only made me hotter. I trusted him not to hurt or degrade me. He’d already proven that he wasn’t a selfish lover.
My entire body was jolting violently from his pounding, but I was loving his fierce possession. He brought his hands around to my swaying breasts, lifting and squeezing them, tweaking the nipples until I moaned loudly. I pushed into his thrusts, relishing in the sound and feel of his balls slapping noisily against me. He grunted every time he bottomed out.
“Oh, God, Big John,” I whimpered. “You feel so fucking good inside me.” I felt my orgasm climbing. “Please don’t stop.”
“Have no intention of that, baby,” he said hoarsely. Yet suddenly he was doing just that.
He pulled out, and the emptiness that followed was cold and abrupt. I opened my mouth to complain, when he kissed each cheek of my butt and then he was flipping me around while going down at the same time. I ended up straddling Big John, his cock buried even deeper inside me, if that were possible. I let out a cry of pleasure, glancing down into his smug, self-satisfied smile.
“Ride me, baby.”
His hands were at my waist, and before long I was doing just that. Each time I sank down onto his length I ground my clit against his loins. It felt like a tight bubble getting ready to burst. So sensitive that it was almost painful, but I knew that the end result would be worth it. As I moved down, Big John thrust up, meeting me halfway, our eyes locking with passion and promises, before his flickered down to my breasts. He reached up and palmed them, running his thumb over the erect nipples. I threw my head back and shivered wildly.
“You have beautiful tits,” he said roughly, massaging them. He tugged on them, persuading me to lean over him so that they were dangling close to his mouth. My orgasm was right there, ready to tip over the edge, getting the push it needed when he began to lick and bite at my swollen flesh.
“Awwwwwwwww!” I cried out, twitching uncontrollably as I tightened around his cock and exploded. “Ohmygod!”
He continued to fuck me through my orgasm, adding longevity to the intensity and the convulsions that were claiming my body. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled me down flush against his torso and climaxed against my cervix. I was surprised at the power of his ejaculations with the condom between us, surprised that I could feel each one. When it was over, and there was nothing left but our heavy breathing in the room, we just lay there with our own thoughts.
“You okay?” I asked him some time later, because he’d asked me that before.
A short bark of laughter caused his body to shake beneath me. “I’m good. A little sore.”
I pulled back to meet his eyes. “From the fight, or was I that rough?” I teased.
“Cute.” I started to move off him, but he stopped me. His hand traveled down my back to my butt, taking a handful. “God, baby, I’ll take a woman like you any day over a skinny woman with huge plastic tits, too much makeup, and over-sprayed hair.”
I snorted, realizing that he was referring to the women at his club. “They were good enough for you before.”
“Their pussies were,” he clarified, being brutally blunt. “That’s all I wanted from them. Relief from club shit. Relief from war, from fighting, from one too many close calls.”
I thought about what Big John was saying. Audra and the other old ladies had taken the time to tell me a little bit about how things worked in their club. They’d explained why the men needed sweetbutts, and how important they were in relieving the daily stress for the brothers. They were there willingly, for all the brothers, even the married ones, though most of the ones who had old ladies didn’t stray.
“What makes me different?” I needed to know.
“You’ve got some serious curves, and I like them.” He took a breast in his hand. “I like that your tits are real.” He smoothed his hand over my hair. “Your hair is like shimmering silk, and I like that it’s long enough to wrap around my hand when I’m fucking you.” He twisted a hand in the length and pulled my head back so he could look at me. “I love the fire in your green eyes, and those full fucking lips. I love how you taste. You’re a natural beauty. You’re the first civilian woman I’ve wanted in a fucking long time.”
I couldn’t deny that his words warmed me and turned me on at the same time. I knew what he meant by ‘civilian’ now, thanks to my brief education during my stay there. “How long, Big John?”
He thought for a minute. “Since I was in my early twenties, and I’m thirty-seven now.”
Oh. That made me feel special, yet I still couldn’t help but worry about what was happening between us. We weren’t exactly doing the normal dating thing. No, the intense sexual attraction between us had taken front seat to everything else.
I quivered when his cock slipped out of me, brushing against my still-swollen sex. A slight nudge from Big John, and I rolled to the side of him. As he had the last time, he got up, removed the condom, and disappeared. A few seconds later I heard the toilet flush, and then he returned. I couldn’t stop my gaze from roaming over his impressive body, which was a visual stimulant for the senses. Instinctively, I reached for the sheet when I saw that he was examining my nakedness, too.
His mouth turned down with a look of distaste. “Your ex make you self-conscious?” He rubbed his hand up and down his well-defined chest.
I swallowed, nodding. “Good guess.”
“He sounds like a prick,” he growled, scooping up his jeans.
“He was,” I agreed, watching him slip them on without underwear.
“How long were you married?” He left his jeans undone, making his way back towards me, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Too many damned years. I divorced him a year ago.”
His expression was casual, so it came as a surprise when a moment later he suddenly snatched the sheet from my hands. I gasped, and then found myself dragged onto his lap with his arms around me.
“What−”
“Don’t ever cover yourself against me again, woman. There’s not a fucking thing wrong with your body. You got me?”
While Big John spoke, his gaze moved over all of me. When his eyes returned to mine, I could see the truth in their dark orbs. His renewed arousal sent a thrill through me. I could see it in the dilation of his pupils, felt it in the movement beneath my butt.
“You got me?” he asked again in a grittier tone. “You do it again and I’ll be forced to punish you.”
A snort escaped me. “Punish me?” I laughed again. “Seriously? I’m an adult, Big John, you don’t get to punish me. And if I feel uncomfortable around you when I’m naked it’s because you’re not naked.” That was only half true. I was also uncomfortable because he also had the body of a God.
“Is that the problem, baby?” He stood up, setting me on my feet, and began to peel his jeans off again. “There. Both naked. Now what about breakfast?”
My mouth opened with shock. “Breakfast? While naked?”
“Yep.” He took my hand and pulled me from the bedroom.
“Big John, I just can’t walk around naked.” I tried to pull back, but he was much stronger than me. “It’s not in my nature.”
He stopped and turned to me. “Have you ever tried it?” Of course not, I thought. “Because it’s very liberating, baby.” He pushed me gently against the wall. “It’s sexually stimulating, visually satisfying,” He pressed his body against mine, and I caught my breath when I realized that his cock was hard again. “It’s fucking convenient,” he finished in a sandpaper tone.
“How is it convenient?” I whispered, my pulse throbbing. I already had an idea, because I was beginning to understand how he thought, but the wickedness in me wanted him to show me.
“With no clothes,” he said with a sexy grin, “I can pick you up and fuck you anytime I want.” A visual of him picking me up and setting me on the kitchen counter caused a flush to spread across my body. “I can see that thought turns you on.”
“You’re crazy,” I said, meaning it. Without warning his fingers were in my pussy, the wetness there aiding in making his entry easy, and proving that he wasn’t all that crazy. I gasped, and then whimpered, rolling my head back against the wall. “Big John−” In a flash he had total control over my traitorous body, and it didn’t occur to me to try and stop him. In fact, it was all I could do not to slink to the floor in weakness.
“You’re so hot and wet, baby. You have a greedy little cunt. You see how it sucks my fingers inside, squeezes tight?” He leaned even closer, his breath against my face. “I bet your pussy wishes it was my dick inside right now.”
Yes!
I whimpered and trembled when his fingers raked over my G-spot at the same time that his thumb flicked my engorged clit. His cock was right there, the head brushing against the top of my mound, and I reached down for it. My fingers didn’t meet up when I curled my hand around him, but it didn’t prevent me from sliding them up and down, making him groan. Feeling slightly empowered, I squeezed his shaft, relishing in his shudder and the animalistic groan he emitted. He retaliated by adding another finger, and then there was three pumping into me, going in fast and deep, fast and hard.
I climaxed hard, my cry cut off by Big John’s rough mouth. He slammed his lips down onto mine in a kiss that intensified my orgasm. As I convulsed, he held me firmly against the wall, pumping his cock in and out of the hold I had. As I realized that he’d taken over thrusting into my hand, I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. His grunt sounded loud above me, and a hand fell to my head where he clenched his fingers into my hair. It was a painful twist, but passion often turned to roughness and pain before transforming to earth-quaking pleasure.
I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, until the head jabbed the back of my throat and I was forced to swallow or gag. The muscles in my throat tightened around his length, causing a hiss to leave Big John. I pulled back, releasing his cock with a pop, looking up to see the dark flush on his face and his half-closed eyes. He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly. With a smile I ran my tongue over the strong muscle that was bobbing in my face, feeling the veins and ridges lining it as it pulsed with blood. When I reached to where his shaft jutted out from his body, I gently took his balls into my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue.
“Fuuucck!” he hissed with a shudder.
Grinning inside, I worked my way back to his dripping cockhead, teasing the slit and running my tongue lovingly beneath the ridge that seemed to house a cluster of sensitive nerves, not unlike my G-spot. My administrations caused more pre-cum to gather in his slit. I lapped it up eagerly, and then closed my mouth over him, going deep. Big John’s breathing changed, growing faster and harsher, and he grabbed the back of my head to hold me in place.
“You want to swallow my cum, babe?” I lifted my eyes to meet his, but his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. “Fucking let me know, because it’s coming!”
I couldn’t speak, so I slipped my hand between his thighs to reach his ass, which was flexing nicely as he thrust into my mouth. I ran my finger up and down the crack, searching for the tiny sphere that I knew, if probed at the right time, could bring immense pleasure. When I found it I didn’t think twice about pressing my finger into it.
“Fucking hell!” Big John yelled, and then he was coming, shooting streams of salty cum at the back of my throat. His hips thrust against my face for what seemed a long time, and I swallowed as fast as I could, sucking every drop that I could from his cock, until he was spent and shaking above me.
The hand in my hair gradually unclenched. As he slipped from my mouth, I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. His expression reminded me of a wild animal, dark and raw, savagely beautiful. Glittering, half-dazed eyes captured mine as he coaxed me to my feet.
“You’re some kind of woman.” He said it as a compliment. “A real keeper.”
My eyes widened at that. “Oh, yeah? What does that mean exactly?” I melted a little inside at the slow, lazy grin that came across his face.
“It means that you’re mine. You’re it for me.”
“What if you’re not it for me?” I teased.
His expression turned serious. “You don’t want to know.”
My pulse fluttered. Serious Big John was scary. How had he switched his emotions so fast? One second he’d looked all relaxed and satisfied, the next he was hard and unforgiving. I’d been joking with him, but it was clear that he didn’t find the thought of him not being it for me funny. “Don’t you think it’s a little too soon to be making those kinds of declarations? We hardly know each other. And right now it seems the only thing we have going between us is sex.”
“That’s a good place to start,” he said with maddening calm. He reached for me, his big hand curling around my neck and pulling me flush against his hard body. “Why don’t we work on the other over breakfast?”
I welcomed his kiss, unlike all his others. This one was slow and sensual, soft yet firm, coaxing my emotions to the surface. My nipples tightened, tingling, and I couldn’t believe that he was turning me on again so soon. It didn’t appear that we needed any downtime. As he slowly pulled back, his tongue licked over my bottom lip. The loud growl of hunger in my belly drowned out my sigh.
Big John laughed. “Breakfast?”
“I think it would be a good idea,” I agreed smiling. I was conscious of his gaze on my backside as he followed me into the kitchen. “What would you like?”
“What have you got?”
I glanced back to see that Big John had settled himself on one of the bar stools, looking tough and confident in his nudity. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off his defined pecs and washboard abs. “Oatmeal?” The face he made reminded me of the face a little boy would make. “Or I have yogurt.”
“You better be fucking teasing me, woman,” he growled.
I laughed. “I’m sorry, but I don’t usually eat a big breakfast.”
“Then get dressed. We’re going to town to eat. I like a big breakfast.”