Sinful Duo: Lost Angels MC, page 7
It takes her several seconds to finally look up into my eyes, and I see there what I expect. She wants me, she doesn't want me to stop. I’ve seen the look on countless girls, but I wouldn’t allow a look to sway me this time, I need her words.
“I want you to tell me why my anger equals you stripping,” her eyes flick to where my hand itches to open my fly before fighting once again to make eye contact.
She won’t be getting that explanation. I hardly understand it myself, saying instead, “Maybe if you answer me.” I shrug and I enjoy the spark that jumps back in her eyes. I let my hands drop from the button and watch as her eyes despite her annoyance zero in on the movement.
“Lidia?” I ask after several seconds go by.
“Hmmm?” She doesn’t even blink.
“Lidia?” again I ask.
“I’m thinking?”
“It’s a yes or no,” I flirt with her argumentative side because we both know that it’s not as simple as that. When she doesn’t acknowledge me, I start refastening the buttons on my shirt. She watches my fingers with mirth, I can practically hear her protest, it makes me actually want to laugh aloud, but I will walk out of this house if she doesn’t say the words. So that is exactly what I start to do.
Chapter 12
He doesn’t even make it out of my bedroom before I am up grabbing his arm. Damn him, but if you saw his naked chest...and the promise of a more naked him...then you’d be on my side! Not even the strong could have said no, and the moment my hand grabs hold of his wrist, his lips are on mine again taking whatever sense I had left with it.
Frustration blooms once more as he pulls away. “Say it,” he whispers in my ear making me shiver, and I hate him for making me admit it aloud.
“Lidia,” he taunts.
I nip his neck before I whisper back, “Don’t stop,” when he growls and rolls his hips into me, I can’t even care anymore what the reasons were for my hesitation.
“Strip,” he says against my ear, the hot air making me shiver, and there is such force behind the words. I realize that I’ve hesitated when he says, “If you don’t do it, I’ll do it for you,” his tongue snakes out, sliding against my neck down to my shoulder where he scrapes his teeth.
“Only if you strip with me,” I say a bit unsteadily.
When he reaches down, he doesn’t grab his shirt but mine, “There isn't a negotiation of who of us gets naked first.”
As the shirt comes up his fingers graze my naked skin underneath and gooseflesh follows the trail. He goes for the bra next, a bra that I planned for this moment though I hadn't thought it would actually arrive. It does me good to see him admire the lacy blue thing, but it does me even better when he really takes my top half in and can’t resist a taste. Gasping, I arch into his hot mouth. His hands and dexterous fingers mold my second breast to his will. I wrap around him to keep my balance, but there isn’t a need. The bed is soon below me, giving us both better positions.
My legs wrap around him and my fingers grab his shirt, yanking it off his body. A part of my mind registers the ping of buttons hitting the wood floor, but not for long. My hands return to roam all over his now exposed skin. Two, four, six… eight. My lips move from his to confirm the eight abdominal muscles flexing under my hands…and good God that delectable V sliding to disappear into his jeans. Well, I can remedy myself of that problem. My thumb pops the top button of his jeans and with a shimmy and a clever kick, off they go. A satisfying plop of them finding a place on the floor along with the scattered buttons brings a smile to my lips. Not only am I greeted with the end of the V, it so happens I now know where the pot of gold is hiding.
At first, I’m not at all sure what emotion should dominate the moment. Most likely it should be the continual throb between my legs insisting we stay on target for sexy time, but when the giggle comes out, it’s apparent the rest of me is fixated on his underwear. Despite the impressive erection tenting the middle, I can’t ignore the leprechaun smiling wickedly on the left half, and the rainbow mounting the middle, only to end in a very shiny and healthy-looking pot full of gold on the right.
“What?” he asks as if he has no clue.
I simply point, and when he says nothing, I look back up to see a puzzled look on his face, “Are you serious?”
“What?” he asks again.
I laugh and lift up onto my elbows, “Are these really your first impression boxers?”
He looks down, and shrugs, “No one usually sees me in my boxers.”
“Why?” I ask, surprised
“Because I’m usually already naked by the time anyone does,” his eyes travel back up my body, and the way I’ve positioned myself my breasts are nearly in his face. I can feel my cheeks turning red.
I flop back onto my back and it takes more than a few seconds for everything to settle back, but he watches with rapt eyes with every sway my breasts make. It makes me nervous and another question pops into my mind to distract me from it, “So did you break these out just for me?”
“They are my lucky boxers,” he doesn’t even look me in the face as he responds. Instead, he’s made it onto his forearms, using hands to mold my breasts only to slap them together, and as they settle, he rubs at the nipples until I squirm. It’s a game that I have no rule book for, but he seems to know it’s turning me on as much as it is for him.
“Do you have more like them?” This time the question comes out breathy as he rubs my nipples between thumb and forefinger before molding them again with his roughened hands. He's making me squirm.
“I have a drawer full of them,” he is off his forearms and coming up my body. His thighs are on either side of my rib cage. I nearly giggle again, unable to resist the little leprechaun’s smile, but I lose my ability when he reaches inside the slit of his boxers.
Palming his erection, he strokes slowly, watching has me swallowing, and my eyes zeroing in on the clear pre-cum about to leak onto my skin. I about lose my mind as it slides a millimeter down the head before molding into the perfect drop. Yet it never makes contact, he uses it as lubricant. I lick my lips. When he moans it finally snaps me out of my trance. He’s looking down at me with heavy lids, his mouth parted slightly, breath coming in harsher than it had before. Oh my, he is a sight.
He raises an eyebrow and gives me a smile, “No more questions?”
My mind is blank, but soon I remember what I had been asking...as if it even matters anymore. Yet that smile seems to be testing me, so I ask another one, “What are your favorite pair?”
“Hhhmmmm,” he hums as he starts to lower himself until he's flush against my lower sternum, then letting his cock go we watch it bob until it settles between my breasts, “I think this needs some thought. Maybe some discussion.”
“Mmhmm,” I murmur, but I really don’t know what I’m agreeing to or if I particularly care.
“I think,” he takes hold of both my breasts and squishes them together, making a perfect dick sandwich...that is until he starts to move. How can something so hard be smooth?
“I have a pair that has a hazard sign saying pull down in case of an emergency,” he raises an eyebrow and thrusts harder. I think to distract me from the laugh bubbling up, “Or the ones I wear every Christmas that have ornaments and the words nice balls,” he pinches my nipples this time making me gasp. He slides right in, and the deep moan that erupts from his throat has my lower half tightening painfully.
“Fuck! That's right use that wicked tongue of yours,” by the time he lets himself pop out of my mouth we’re both panting hard.
“I also have…”
“Fuck your underwear, all I care about now is when they will come off you, and so help me if you don't do that now this pair will be scrapped!” I grit out.
An actual full-sized grin takes over his face, “Here I thought you wanted me to talk more.”
I let out a frustrated snort, and swing. He blocks me so easily it's embarrassing, and it only pisses me off more, I prepare for another swing, “You know what I meant when I said that you... .prick,” the last word comes out on a sigh and the hand ready to wield my aggression clings to his forearm. I really wanted to hold on to my anger, but oh my God… did I mention his calloused hands? Now they've put themselves to work under my leggings and underwear. He pushes at my thighs and I give him as much room I can manage to give him.
“You like that don't you, you greedy vixen.” I gasp a response as he puts pressure on my clit, and I forget to blush at my wanton squirm. I say nothing more since I have no fight left, I do like it, love it actually, and now all I want to do is make him just as rattled as I am. His erection continues to bob mere inches from my face, and I’m finally within my wits to do something about it.
My mouth closes around the tip and I suck. He grunts and jerks his hips in surprise. I follow greedily at his hasty retreat, and when he attempts to move from my range, I grab his ass cheeks and haul him forward. With one hand down my pants, he’s not at all a formidable force as I’m sure he’d be with all his faculties. So he comes easily back into my mouth and there he succumbs with bucking hips.
Yet he must think he’s got something to prove because his attempts to make me weak are not at all idle. Thick fingers have made their way inside of me, and a palm is surprisingly well-heeled against my clit. He’s driving me crazy, but he doesn't spare a glance at his handy work, instead, his eyes are watching where he disappears into my mouth. As if he’s hypnotized, as if daydreams are coming true. So I endeavor to give him a show. My hands do as his had done earlier, and make everything my mouth cannot enclose in the soft pillowy heat of my breasts.
His eyes are unable to pick which view he is enjoying more, and a thrill goes through me at seeing him finally unbalanced. In fact, it’s such a thrill that everything is starting to feel very tingly. I buck against his hand to achieve that smidge, more friction that I need.
“You’ve got such a beautiful mouth. Has anyone ever told you that? Perfect for fucking,” I have no idea why those words make that tight ball that had been building in my groin explode, but it does.
Bucking against his hand, I moan my release around the tip of his penis and in mid-release of my orgasm, he follows suit. His expletives only prolong my aftershock.
“Fuck,” he breathes. Slowly he pulls his hand out of my pants and lays on his back beside me, “That was unexpected.”
“Hmm?” I murmur as I follow the trail of cum that somehow hadn’t made it down my throat with my hand. Great...I have cum in my hair. I’m not going to wait for it to dry and flake out of my hair. I stand from the bed and shimmy out of the rest of my clothes.
I can feel his eyes on me, so I may have made the shimmy much slower than it had needed to be.
Chapter 13
Hot damn I would love to take a bite of that perfectly round ass. Though I settle for a sound smack on one ass cheek and am hypnotized at the way it moves before settling once more. Lidia, on the other hand, is not at all amused. She’s since turned around, and her arms are crossed over her marvelous chest.
“What the heck was that for?!”
I shrug, “I couldn’t help myself.”
“Couldn’t help yourself?”
“You’ve got such a wonderful ass.” I find my way off the bed to get to my knees. With hands on her waist, I coax her to turn, and there slowly making an appearance is my handprint in a nice shade of pink. She’s watching me over her shoulder, and I don’t lose her gaze when my lips meet her flesh. I place sweet kisses on each spot where my hand had touched. She’s smiling by the middle, but giggling and trying to twist out of my grip by the end. I stay on my knees as I ask for forgiveness, though I think we both know it won’t be the last time I smack that beautiful ass just for the hell of it.
“Yes, you barbarian, I forgive you, now come on,” she takes my hand and leads me until we are standing in the shower. It’s cold at first but is quick to adjust. Grabbing the soap before she can, I lather my hands up with her girly smelling soap, because I am not above using an excuse to touch her again so soon.
“So what was unexpected?” her voice comes to me as I debate where to put my hands first. I decide her shoulders since I’m feeling generous, and her chest isn’t readily available.
“Coming so soon,” I admit. It hadn’t been my plan at all to cum in her mouth, but those pouty lips around me, while she mutedly exclaimed her release was too much to not fully appreciate, “There is always round two for redemption,” and this time I’m determined to make it last. My hands travel down her spine to grip both of her ass cheeks in my palms. Her back arches and she pushes her skin further into my touch, likely without thought. It’s making me hard all over again.
“Round two?” she questions, and I’m not sure why it’s a question. There is no way that I’m stopping now. She’s too good to be stopped after a glimpse of how great we could be.
“Yeah,” I inject as much confidence as I can into that single word. When she wiggles herself up against me, I start to relax. She turns with a secret smile on her lips, my fingers trailing to her hips, and I wonder what she’s thinking about.
“So tell me why no one has seen your collection of undies?” she grabs the soap and lathers it in her hands.
Alright...that’s not at all what I thought she was going to say. She raises an eyebrow as she works the soap into my chest, paying particular attention to my nipples until they are sensitive beacons.
“There's a long story behind why,” I say, and telling by her frown it wasn't the answer she was hoping for. It’s true, however, and she wasn't ready to hear it quite yet. Her fingers trace the edges of my pecs before dancing down my stomach. The muscles there and the hands at her hips tighten in response.
“You said you're usually naked before they see them, why?” her hands trace a maddening pattern right above my hardening cock as she is stares up at me with heady lids.
How much do I tell?
“Because if they come to see me, they're only looking for one thing.”
Her eyebrows shoot up, and her fingers pause, “You make it sound like you're the village gigolo.”
I snort, “Nothing that exotic.”
She tilts her head to the side, “How many people have you slept with?”
“I'm no virgin, Lidia,” I say it perhaps more firmly than I meant to, but the question makes me uncomfortable. I've lost count, and some encounters I'm sure have bled together with others. I couldn't with honesty tell the truth if she insists an answer.
She tries to move away from me, but I grab her wrists before they can move too far, “Lidia,” I sigh, “I'm here with you, and already that's different for me.”
Her brows crinkle and her mouth turns down at the edges before she shakes her head, “What does that even mean?”
I sigh again, frustrated, how do I explain this?
“I have shown singular interest in you, and that for me is something I've not done. Already you are different,” I hope that's enough of the truth.
Her face has softened, a few seconds tick by before I let her wrists go, but only after I've pushed her hands back where they'd been on my skin. She looks down, but I can still see the sides of her mouth tip up as she makes the pattern again on my skin.
“Different…” she sucks on her bottom lip. Oh God please no, don’t ask the question of how. I’ve done more than my share of speaking tonight and can’t stand to talk anymore. So before she can utter another word, I take her chin in my hand and kiss her. Before she can think to protest I have her up in my arms, her legs wrap around me automatically. I fumble with the handles of the shower as she giggles against my lips. After a few curses the water stops, and I take us back into the bedroom determined to not speak another coherent word for the rest of the night.
Chapter 13.5
I wake almost as you do from a dream, but when my eyes adjust to see Echo still sprawled out on the other side of the bed, I know there’s no way I could have dreamt all that up. My cheeks start to heat.
I had no idea the man was so...demanding and commanding in bed. Oh and the dirty words that came from his mouth, I’m on fire just thinking about them again. I had never loved it so much when a man spoke to me with such naughty language or could do that thing with his hips. It makes me want to groan aloud.
Thinking about the whole night makes me want to groan for another reason entirely, however. I can’t believe I allowed this to happen again. Falling into bed with another MC member shouldn't have been at all in the plan. Why couldn’t I fall for a normal guy? A stable job, a normal family life...normal underwear. The thought of those underwear that got sopping wet from the shower...that found themselves finally on the floor somewhere during the chaos brings a smile to my face. Who would have thought someone like the silent, brooding Echo would have such a grand sense of humor hiding just below the surface?
I shake myself mentally because despite his underwear, his sexy as sin body, deep voice, dirty words, hip-moving ability...I shouldn’t have fallen into bed with him.
I glance over at him again, I get lost looking into his relaxed features, at his scars. There is one that slices straight through his eyebrow and halfway up his forehead. It’s no longer puckered or angry like some that cover his body, yet still continues to make a statement. His hair is now loose and partly covering the scar. My fingers itch to glide across the scar and sooth whatever ache there still may be associated with it. With all his scars…
It’s clear this man has been through hell, and something tells me he still hasn’t made it back. I think he has moments where he feels he’s gone a day unscathed, but when his eyes are open you can see the guard that is constantly up. He’s prepared for all that is stable to crumble at any moment and skip out of danger. It makes me wonder if he sees me as unstable ground as if I could become a danger to him in a blink? Probably. It’s most likely the reason he’s shown little interest in connection, so what is different about me I wonder?
