Rycks, page 4
“Yeah. Put you in one of my shirts with your nipples hard and everyone will know what we’ve been doing up here.”
An adorably confused look creased her face. “But, we’ve not done anything.”
“Yet.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh…”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not gonna fuck you. Yet.”
Something in her expression changed. “You think I can’t take you on? I did it once, I can do it again.”
“I know you can take me on. But we’ve both changed. We’re gonna take this slowly.” I grinned sheepishly when she raised an eyebrow at me. How could she know me so well after only forty-eight hours six years ago? This girl was fucking meant for me. “At least as much as I can.”
Oh, yeah. That was the exact best thing I could have said at that moment. Lyric got a mulish look on her face and she finished shrugging out of her shirt. Then she reached between us to deftly dip her hand under the waistband of my jeans. When she found my aching cock, she squeezed and stroked.
“Oh, I think you want me as much as I want you,” she said, her voice a breathy moan. “If everyone’s going to think we’ve been fucking, I think maybe we should.” She cocked her head to the side. “Besides, I’m a horrible liar.”
“Fuck,” I bit out between my teeth. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Lyric.”
“I’ve been given a hardcore sex education in living color since you took my innocence six years ago, Rycks. I haven’t done a whole lot since then, but I’ve seen everything you can possibly imagine.”
“Don’t equate what you saw with what we’re about to do. I can imagine some of those scenes weren’t very pleasant.” That thought should have brought me back under control, but her soft palm continuing to stroke and caress my dick was more powerful than the images swarming in my head.
“They weren’t. But some -- like the little show you put on with your girlfriend downstairs -- were different. Not all the men in Kiss of Death are pigs. Just most of them.”
“First, she’s a club girl from Bane. Not my girlfriend.”
She shrugged. “So she’s fine with you being up here with me?” Was there a note of vulnerability in her voce?
“She’s a club girl. She’s been with almost every man in this building. By choice. Hell, she probably moved on to another patched member without batting an eyelash when I left her.”
“Sounds like you don’t much care.”
“I don’t fucking care at all. She’s doing what she does by choice. Most women hanging around the club are either looking for a high-ranking member to make her his ol’ lady, or just get off on being used. Some stick around for years. Others get their fill and move on. You know this.”
She shook her head. “Works differently in Death. Some are like that, but most are hoping to be picked up by a patched member to either protect her or set her free.”
I grunted. “Figured as much. Now. Enough about that shit.” I thrust against her palm. “I want to finish unwrapping my present.
As I’d hoped, she giggled. “Present, huh?”
“Yeah. Not every day I get the woman who got away back in my bed.” As much as I was looking forward to this, I still felt guilty. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry I didn’t really listen to what you were saying that night, Lyric.”
“You couldn’t have known, and I wasn’t telling.” Her smile was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen. I was so fucked. “And I wouldn’t have changed a single thing about those two days. If I’d actually gotten to pick to who took my virginity that night, hands down it would have been you.” As I laid her down on the bed, she placed her palm on the side of my face. “You’re not a good guy. I know that. But I believe in my heart you would never have left me in El Paso if I’d told you what was going on.”
“Don’t bet on that, baby. I wasn’t the same person back then. I think you know that.”
She shook her head. “You’d have fussed and rejected the idea at first. But you’d have helped me. You wouldn’t have been happy about it, and you wouldn’t have left me, but you’d have gotten me away from them and protected me until I was safe.”
“You’re in a precarious position, Lyric,” I said in all seriousness. “You’re a spy from a rival club.” Then my gaze trailed to her unbuttoned shorts and I lost focus.
“I know. But I swear I won’t let you down. You let me go back to them, then come get me, and I’ll be the model semi-prisoner.” She grinned.
My gaze jumped to her. “What was that? You won’t be a prisoner.”
“I could leave?”
The thought filled me with dread. I didn’t say anything, but she laughed out loud this time. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
Chapter Four
Rycks
“You’re the biggest brat I’ve ever met,” I said as I stood to remove my jeans. “Think I’ll have to find another use for that mouth of yours.”
She stretched, her nipples calling to me like a siren to a hapless sailor. No way I was resisting that. “Promises, promises,” she sang.
Then I whipped my shirt off and lay on top of her. She wrapped those strong legs around my waist, immediately finding the ridge of my shaft like a pro. When her eyes widened slightly, I knew her clit was right where she needed it.
“You’re going to fuck me now.” Her breathy voice didn’t ask a question. She fully expected I’d just plunge into her.
“Oh, no, little brat. We’re not there yet. You’re not ready, and I’m not ready for it to be over.”
“One-shot chump, are you?”
“Fucking brat.” I chuckled before taking her lips.
In my lifetime, I’d kissed literally hundreds of women. Some had been for business. Some for pleasure. Some had been for less-than-honorable motives but all of them had provided varying degrees of pleasure. The second my lips touched Lyric’s, my world flipped upside down, just like it had six years ago.
Lyric was a puzzle. I believed everything she’d told me. I didn’t get where I was and still be alive without being able to see through lies. She was the woman in trouble calling me to her like a moth to a flame, but it was even more than that. Some things she did -- like rubbing her sex against me to find the spot that pleased her most -- spoke of experience. But her kiss was hesitant, unpracticed, leading me to believe she may not have had many lovers after me. There was no artifice, and she mimicked my actions instead of kissing me back with movements all her own. It was almost as if this was her first kiss. Like she hadn’t done it often. With that realization came two thoughts.
First, I was more fucked that I realized. If I did this, if I took her again, I’d be the slimiest slimeball on the face of the fucking earth. She was a good girl caught in an impossible situation, and I was taking advantage of her for reasons she couldn’t begin to fathom. She was a link in a chain that would lead me to the threat inside Salvation’s Bane that was looking for an in for Black Reign. I could protect my club and our allies if I kept her on my side. Also, knowing she came from an enemy club, I couldn’t just let her go back. I’d told her I would knowing I’d never let her leave.
Second -- and this was the worse of the two in my opinion -- I loved that innocence in her. In all women. It was why I protected women like Serilda and Winter. It was why I’d protected and goaded Mae so much before she’d been kidnapped. After that, I’d just coddled her. Before, there had been nothing sexual about my need to protect those women. It had been a means to assuage my guilt. Now, with Lyric, it was entirely about sex. How could I shock her? What would she do when I did? Would she like it? How far could I push her before she pushed back? How much would I like it when she did? That bratty side to her was the icing on the fucking cake. It hadn’t been there before, but now it was a fucking turn-on like nothing else could be. If I pushed too hard or too far, she’d let me know it with fireworks flying. And I’d keep pushing because I couldn’t help myself.
Even knowing what a bastard I was, when Lyric opened her mouth, I swept my tongue inside and coaxed her to do the same. She moaned in my arms, following my lead as if she’d done so all her life. Her little nails dug into my shoulders, the bite like spurs urging me on. Thank God I still had my boxer briefs on because I could have easily slid into her. Instead, I rubbed my cock against her, creating friction where I could. As before, she wiggled until she had her clit positioned exactly where she wanted it. Then she tightened her legs around me and thrust her pelvis at me.
“You’re really getting into this, huh?” I chuckled.
She froze, her eyes opening in a flash. “‘M’I not supposed to?”
“Oh, yeah. You’re supposed to. You had anyone since we were together?”
She stiffened a little but nodded. “Couple times.” Just the tone of her voice told me they hadn’t been good experiences.
“By God, Lyric. You’re going to enjoy this if it fuckin’ kills me.”
“Well, then,” she said, shifting a little, her body relaxing once again. “Can’t make it too easy for you. I think you should have to work for it.”
I barked out a laugh. When had I enjoyed the simple sexual banter between a man and a woman like I was now? Had I ever even tried it? Yeah. I had. Once. Six years ago. “You’re priceless, you know that?”
“That a good thing?”
“The best.”
I kissed her once more before sitting up and grabbing the waistband of her shorts and sliding them down her shapely thighs. “Not sure I’ve ever seen a body like yours,” I muttered. I ran my hand up her legs, over her hips and ribcage to frame her tits with my hands. Next to me, she was so small, her body young and clean where I was scarred and old. Yet another thing that made me a bastard. I was forty-two. She was twenty-four.
Unable to wait another second before I tasted her sweet skin, I kissed the valley between her breasts. As she lay on her back, those delicious mounds practically disappeared into her chest, but her nipples protruded nicely in her lust.
I licked over her soft flesh until I took one puckered nipple between my lips. I flicked and sucked the little nub, stretching and pulling it out, making it stick out farther until, finally, I took it between my teeth. Gently, I bit down, looking up into her flushed face. She gasped, her lips parting on a cry. Lyric arched her back, thrusting her chest at me. I opened my mouth to take in more of her tit, flicking the nipple with my tongue until she screamed sharply.
“Fuck!”
“Mmm.”
Her body erupted in sweat. Her breathing came in little gasps. I looked up at her lovely face and felt something like wonder. I knew it was there. Knew she could see how this affected me. For the first time in my life, I didn’t care about control, about getting what I wanted from someone. I wanted her to feel good, to enjoy this like no other woman before her ever had. Her body continued to undulate beneath mine, and I had the fleeting thought that this was what I’d been waiting for my entire life. This one woman and her sassy mouth. How had I not recognized it before?
Needing to keep her on the edge, to drive her insane with lust only for me, I moved to her other tit. Again, she gasped and wiggled beneath me. Her eyes closed, and she laid her head back on the mattress. Her hands tunneled in my hair, pulling me to her so sweetly. Her cries filled the air, and I found myself growling around her nipple, eager for more.
Against her protests, I let go of her breast. She looked down at me with a glazed look in her eyes as if she had no idea where she was.
“Rycks?”
“It’s fine, little brat. Just breathe for me.”
“Did I… did I do something wrong?”
“What? No, baby,” I soothed, realizing she thought I was stopping. “We’re not done yet. But there’s someplace else I want to kiss.” She whimpered, but pulled her knees up to her chest, spreading her legs wide. “That’s it. God, you’re wet!”
And she was. Her pussy was glazed with her dew. A tuft of dark, curly hair sat on her mound, but she was trimmed around it. I stroked her slowly, watching her body quiver with each touch. Her little clit was swollen and pulsed with her rapid heartbeat.
“I’m going to lick and suck this pretty little cunt, Lyric. I’m going to suck your lips and lick all around them. Then I’m going to get you right on the very edge before I fuck you.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Did it hurt? After me?”
She nodded. “But I wasn’t… I wasn’t wet.”
“Honey, that’s not going to be a problem. But I’m going to make you wetter so that, tight as you are, I’ll just slide right in.” When she nodded, I continued, “Gonna take you right to the edge and hold you there. I’m not going to fuck you until you’re screaming for it. Then I’ll fuck you ‘til you come.”
“Please. Yes!”
I would’ve laughed at her eagerness if I could have. My cock was diamond hard, and I knew the pleasure that awaited us. It was then I made one more decision for us that I knew was a dick move. No fucking way was I using a fucking condom. As I remember it, I’d made the same decision last time, and she’d welcomed it eagerly. Lyric was all mine. If she got pregnant with my kid, all the better. I was keeping her. And I’d use everything in my power to make that happen.
One thing at a time, though. First, I needed her so out of her mind she didn’t know up from down.
Her pussy was delicious. Her cries even more so. It wasn’t long before I completely lost myself in her. Lyric’s legs were draped over my shoulders, her heels occasionally thumping against my back, but I barely felt it. Pulling open her lips, I sucked on the most decadent little clit imaginable. It throbbed beneath my tongue. I delved my tongue inside her. Fuck! I needed inside her like I needed to breathe. When she shrieked her frustration, I felt an answering growl from my chest.
“Rycks! I can’t take it anymore! Please! Now!”
“Fuck,” I muttered, crawling up her body. “I’m not using a condom, Lyric. I need you to tell me you’re good.”
“I’m good! I’m good! Just please don’t wait any longer! God!”
Yeah. I was going to hell. That knowledge didn’t make me hesitate even a single second. Once I was over her, pinning her down, I tucked my cockhead at her entrance and eased inside. I thought I was going to lose my whole Goddamn mind. The pleasure bordered on pain as she strangled the head of my dick. Lyric still squirmed and wiggled around me, but she didn’t appear in pain. She seemed to be trying to work her body down my shaft whether I wanted her to or not.
“Still!” I snapped at her. “Be fuckin’ still a second!”
She opened her eyes and bared her little teeth at me, hissing like a little angry cat. “Don’t tell me to be still, Rycks! Get the fuck inside me now before I fucking kill you!”
If I hadn’t already been on the verge of coming, that would have gotten me there. I let my head fall back and counted backward from twenty, her pussy still gripping my dick like a vise.
“If I fuckin’ come before I’m ready, I’m gonna spank your ass, Lyric.”
She reached up, aiming for my face. I thought she was going to rest her palm on the side of it, but instead she slapped me. Hard.
“MOVE!”
“Fuck!”
Next thing I knew my full weight was on top of her, and I was fucking her like a rabid beast. It was like an out-of-body experience. I could hear myself snarling and growling, panting and groaning. I could even taste her skin where I bit her neck. She did the same, crying out with every surge forward of my body. But it wasn’t in pain or even disgust. Oh, no. My little brat was urging me on, digging her heels into my lower back and using the leverage to buck on my dick, meeting me with every stroke. The sharp slap of skin on skin punctuated our cries and shouts.
It would be only a matter of seconds before I came. I knew it like I knew my own name. And I wasn’t ready. Not yet.
With a hoarse shout, I shoved myself off her, pulling her with me by the arm. When she didn’t move fast enough, I grabbed her hair close to her scalp and pulled her up. She gave a sharp cry but didn’t fight me. Instead, she simply did what I wanted and moved quicker.
Once she was on the way, I led her quickly to the bathroom in front of the vanity. The mirror reflected us, which was what I wanted. Not wasting a second, I shoved her leg up so it rested on the counter, then found her pussy with my dick and sank back inside her.
She cried out but kept her eyes open. Not looking at me, but at herself. Which was also what I wanted.
“You see that woman in the mirror?” I gripped her silky hair again and tugged her head higher so she could see the marks of my possession on her neck. Fuck, I’d left some big hickies. A first for me. I brushed damp tendrils of hair away from her face where they’d stuck. She was flushed and panting, her lips parted and her eyes shining. I had one arm around her waist and one above her tits. “She belongs to me.” I bared my teeth at her before dipping to her neck again, making another hickey.
I started moving inside her again. She fought to stay upright, circling my head with her arm. The harder I fucked her, the harder she gripped my hair. I couldn’t fucking get enough of her! In the back of my mind, I knew I needed to take it easy with her, to go slow and be careful with her because it was obvious by how tight she was she hadn’t been with many men after me. But her demands and the way my cock felt inside her simply wouldn’t let me.
Finally, knowing I had to make one last, violent run at her, I pulled her leg down to place her foot on the floor. “Spread your legs,” I snapped. “Fuckin’ wide as you can.”
She did. Eagerly. Then looked at me over her shoulder. “Get back inside me, you bastard.”
“For such a skittish girl when you first got here, you’re a demanding little thing.”
“Please, Rycks!” She looked desperate as I felt. “I don’t know what’s happening to me!”
