“Because of your tits. They’re prefect fucking nibbles. Noticed it the first time I saw you.” He looked at my tits and when he curled his fingers and I arched in response he latched on to my left nipple again. Sucking hard. With a groan he let go of my breast, but kept pumping with his hand. “Just like that. Fuck, you are so sexy.”
“
Oh, god!” That was the only thing I could reply.
“
Come on, baby, I want you to cum all over my hand.”
He kept moving his hand, teasing my breasts and kissing me. When he pressed his own leg against his hand to increase the pressure, curling his fingers to hit my spot and rubbing my clit, I came again. I honestly hadn’t thought it would be possible. Once his fingers were gone, I lay panting, and the next thing I registered was his dick teasing my opening and his mouth against mine.
“Condom,” I mumbled.
“
It's on. Can you take more?”
“
Yeah, not sure I can cum again.”
He carefully eased inside me with something in between a chuckle and a moan. “I’ll take that as a challenge, Nibbles.”
His thrusts were slow and measured. He was taking his time, kissing me and running his hands over my skin. Every time I opened my eyes he was looking at me.
He’d been right, that time when we fought outside my house. This wasn’t fucking, and it hadn’t been the first time either. He wasn’t chasing his orgasm, he was enjoying me, and I liked that feeling. I liked him watching me and I wanted to give him something to look at so I wrapped my legs around him and held him against me, reaching up for a kiss.
“I wanna be on top.”
He nodded, put his arms around my back and turned us around. I sat up, holding him down and started to move. And he watched. His eyes roamed my body just as his hands were doing, and I did the same. There was a lot to watch. Not just those amazing fucking pecs, but the ink, the well shaped chest that went down into a narrow hip with taunting obliques—I'd actually googled to find out what those muscles were called. They pointed down to his crotch, and I drew my hands along them. Moved them up again to circle his nipples with my thumbs and then I felt it, I couldn’t fucking believe it, but I was on my way to another orgasm.
Dawg must've felt it too because he sat up, crossed his legs and put one arm around my waist, the other along my spine and held on to my neck. He kissed my chest, my collar bones.
“
Shit!” I mumbled. “Tell me you’re close, not sure how much more I can take.”
“
Lean back a little.”
When I did, the tip of his cock hit my spot and when I planted the soles of my feet on the mattress it got even better.
“Fuck!” I yelled. “Oh my fucking god!”
He held my hips in a firm grip and wouldn’t let me stop moving, he kept forcing me over his cock and finally I lunged forward and hugged him hard, almost sobbing into his neck, and I came while repeatedly impaling myself on him.
“Baby,” he murmured into my hair. “Jesus, baby, that’s so good. Don't stop.”
“
Please,” I panted.
“
Yes!” He squeezed my hips, grunting and thrusting himself deep inside me. “Fuck, yes!”
And then we both stopped moving. I was still hugging him, my head on his shoulder. Both of us were breathing heavily, and he kept holding me tight.
“It’s strange...” he mumbled into my neck and then gave it a slight kiss.
“
What is?” I didn’t have the energy to move, not even to open my eyes.
“
This is both the best and the worst day in my life so far.”
That gave me enough energy to sit up straight, and I held his cheeks, stroking them with my thumbs and looked into his eyes. I wasn’t sure what to say and instead of just desperately come up with something I gave him a kiss.
“I like that about you,” he said. “If you don’t know what to say, you don’t force it.”
I smiled. “Not sure what to say to that.”
“Nothing to say, just wanted you to know.” He gave me a kiss. “Don’t run off again.”
“
I’ll stick around if you do.”
“
Not going anywhere. I'm not the smartest guy, but I don't make stupid mistakes twice.”
I hugged him and then carefully lifted up to get off his dick. He laid me down and gave me a kiss before going to the bathroom. I curled up and pulled the cover over me and looked at him when he came back out.
“What’s with the smile?” He asked as he got into the bed next to me.
“
You’re sexy as fuck.”
“
Nice. Two sexy as fuck people in this bed then.” He pulled me closer and laid an arm over me.
-o0o-
Dawg woke up and there was no confusion. He knew who was next to him before he even opened his eyes, and he drew her closer, pushing his nose into her hair. There was a pain in his chest, but at the same time he was relaxed. He’d get through this, and he’d come out on the other side with Edie. That made the pain bearable.
He stroked the hair out of her face and looked at her; when he ran his fingertips over her cheek, she smiled in her sleep and moved closer to him, making a cute sound.
His phone vibrated in his pants lying on the floor, and he reached for it.
“
Yeah?”
“
Hi, hun'. Think you can have breakfast with your mom?”
He looked at Edie lying next to him. He’d have more chances to have breakfast with her, but this was the day after his dad’s funeral. His mom needed him.
“Yeah. Give me thirty minutes.”
“
Thanks, baby.”
He hung up and then he stroked Edie’s face again.
“Nibbles. You’re gonna have to wake up.”
“
Whyyy?” She whined and drilled her face into the pillow.
“
Because I have to leave and I said I’d be here when you woke up.”
She turned and looked at him. “Where are you going?”
“Breakfast with mom. She just called.”
“
Who’s Sarah? The girl yesterday who called you Scott.”
He smiled. “My sister.” He pinched her ass. “Why? You jealous?”
“A little at first, but then I figured she was your sister. Never heard anyone else call you that.”
“
Well, it’s pretty much her and my mom who do.” He grabbed her ass and pulled her higher up, so she was face to face with him and then kissed her. “Are you awake now?”
“
Yes,” she smiled. “So it’s okay to go.
If...”
“
If?”
“
If I can go back to sleep.”
“
Do that.”
He got up after one more kiss and went into the bathroom. After a quick shower he went out to get dressed. Edie was already asleep again.
Since he had a few minutes he sat down on the edge of the bed, just looking at her. Again. Edie. Asleep in his bed. That sure as fuck was something. More than something. He stroked her hair and kissed her temple.
“
Are you back?” she mumbled.
“
No, baby, I haven’t left yet.”
“
Oh,” she said and turned around. “Wake me when you get back.”
“
Yeah,” he said and looked under the cover at the ink covering her shoulder blade and then further down to her bare ass. “I’ll definitely wake you up.”
The rest of the clubhouse seemed to be sleeping, just the remnants of the day before lying around the clubhouse. His mom was waiting at ‘their’ café, and she smiled at him and gave him a hug.
“You disappeared last night,” she said as they sat down.
“
Yeah.”
“
Wouldn’t have something to do with that girl, Edie?”
“
Yeah. She’s... I don’t even know where to begin.”
“
I know she’s Mel’s sister, but I didn’t know you were close.”
He looked at his mom. “You sure you wanna talk about his now?”
“Yes.” She smiled. “I wanna talk about this now. Tell me about her.”
“
She’s a friend. We were close and then I fucked up. Bad.”
“
How?”
His mom didn’t have any illusions about him, so there was no point in holding back. She would get why he did what he did. So he told her, the full story, all of it, every nasty detail of what he'd done.
“So what now?” She said when he stopped talking.
“
I don’t know.” Then he smiled. “I think it’ll be fine, though.”
“
Good.” She nodded. “Think she’ll be enough?”
She took his hands over the table, and he looked at her. His mom. She was still beautiful, even now, tired and marked by grief, and he knew that his dad had loved his mom to the very end. They’d been crazy for each other. They fought like crazy too; he’d seen it first hand more than once as a kid, but it was never something that freaked him out. He knew they’d be friends eventually, laugh about it and give both him and his sister hugs. They always said that arguing was natural, and it was only a problem if you couldn't make friends once you were done. He wanted that, what they'd had, and he had a feeling that Edie and he would drive each other insane at times, but it would never be boring.
“Yes,” he finally said. “That’s how it feels at least.”
“
Then she sounds like a keeper,” she smiled. “I’d like to meet her.”
“
Now?”
“
No. Get used to each other, then bring her back here for a weekend. Sarah’s just about lost hope about you, so she’d want to meet her too. But it’s better to wait till we’re more ourselves. Besides, gives me something to look forward to.”
They stayed for about an hour, and she seemed okay. Not good, of course, but okay. He was glad that his sister lived close and that the two of them really were close, too. He didn't want her to be alone.
Dawg came back to the clubhouse around eleven and some of the sweetbutts were up and cleaning. He walked past them and into his room. Edie was still in bed and still sleeping. He pulled off all his clothes and crept under the cover next to her.
“
Hey,” she said and put her arm around him. “How was breakfast?”
“
Mostly talked about you. Mom was curious about you.”
“
Just so I know, are you a mama’s boy and is no one ever gonna be good enough for her baby boy?”
“
Have you met me? She’s just thrilled I’ve told her about a girl.”
“
You never had a girlfriend?”
“
Nothing really serious since high school. Some shorter things, but never brought anyone from Greenville to meet her.”
Edie smiled at him. “Sarah’s your older sister, isn’t she?”
“So?”
“
You’re one of those spoiled youngest boys, used to getting whatever you wanted.”
“
Maybe.” He pulled her closer, and when he felt her rub against him he smiled. “I want you.”
“
Yeah?”
“
Can I have you?”
“
I’ll think about it.” She put her leg over his and he felt her heat against his thigh. “You can have another test ride.”
He smiled and rubbed his now growing cock against her hip.
“I’ve decided, but if you need more encouragement...”
“
Hmm,” she nibbled his lower lip. “I need more.”
He was okay with that. More than okay with that and in his mind encouragement definitely included a taste of that honey-flavored pussy. Getting down between her legs he looked at it with a smile.
“God damn, Nibbles. Do you know how fucking pretty it is?”
“
My pussy?” she said and raised her head to look at him.
“
Yeah.” He drew a fingertip along her seam, parting her fold with his thumbs. “It’s really pretty.”
It was perfect and it tasted even better, he knew that. So he licked her all the way from her entrance and up to her clit and smiled when she buckled her hips, pushing against his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned.
He could get used to this. This perfect, shaved pussy, knowing how it tasted and knowing exactly what it felt like around his dick. It didn't feel like much of a sacrifice to stick to it and even less of a sacrifice when you took in to account that it was Edie's.
-o0o-
Brick was sitting inside the chapel of the Englewood Club. They'd chosen their new President a few hours earlier. Chuck. Brick knew him and liked him. It was a good choice, the natural choice, since he'd been the VP alongside Hawk for years.
“So the cartel wanted us to back off. Heard anything else?”