Never Let Go (Devil's Chariots Motorcycle Club Book 2) (4 page)

CHAPTER FIVE

She wanted to ask him. She wanted nothing more than to understand where he'd been and why. She wanted to scream at him, throw things, and possibly even slap him. Bethany wanted to say and do a lot of things.

The problem was that all she could hear was the sound of her heart pounding inside of her chest. All she could see was the way he looked standing in front of her. All she could feel was the ache deep inside of her. The longing. The desire.

Her overly active hormones were in disarray at the sight of the man she wanted the most. They both sat on the couch, but no one seemed to be ready to speak. Beth knew that she should say something. Anything. However, she was afraid if she opened her mouth the only thing she'd be able to utter was,
Please fuck me
.

“Are you okay?” His eyes poured into her.

She could see his concern and care, and he almost looked at her with love. But how? He'd left her. He'd not even been there. He'd chosen to fuck her and leave.

Yet, all she could think about was how she wished he'd fuck her again. Damn hormones. This baby was making her crazy.

“No,” she answered honestly.

His eyes clouded with worry. He wanted to know what she meant, and she knew it. Rather than trying to explain it, she slid over closer to him.

“What is—” He started, but she placed a finger over his lips to shush him.

“I need you,” she answered. “A strong and powerful need like I've never known.” Her lips replaced the fingers she'd placed across his mouth.

Beth felt his tongue tease her own lips, as it slid its way into her mouth and began to explore. His hands reached behind her head and pulled her towards him. After a few minutes his mouth released hers, and he looked deep into her eyes.

“You are all I've thought about,” he confessed. “Seeing you. Touching you. Kissing you.”

It was the most he'd ever said to her, but she didn't want to hear it in that moment. She needed action and not words. Surely, he would be okay with that.

“Fuck me, Johnny,” she begged. There was no mincing words. There was no conversation about feelings or any of that. She just wanted him, and she wanted him now. “Please...” she begged again.

“Beth...we should really talk,” Johnny began and tried to pull back.

“I know. But not now,” she said and ran her hands under his shirt, slowly pulling it over his head. “Right now I just want to feel you.”

She watched his eyes darken with desire. Had he waited for her? Had he been with anyone else? In that moment she really didn't care. She just wanted to touch him.

“You will,” he answered. “But for now, we should talk.”

Beth wasn't having any of his talking at that moment. She’d spent the last however many weeks waiting on the sexual release that she needed so badly. Talking was only going to kill the mood. However, obviously Johnny wanted to do the noble and right thing. Fuck that.

She stood up and began to take her clothes off. As she slipped the tank top over her head, she heard his breath catch in his throat, and she couldn't help but smile. This was going to be easier than she thought.

“Beth,” he began, but she wouldn't let him finish.

Her shorts slid quickly to the floor, and she followed, landing on her knees. Crawling towards him, she watched him harden beneath his pants. That was the goal, and so far her mission was a success.

Kneeling before him, Beth slipped her hands up and unzipped his pants. Her fingers found the stiff shaft of his cock and pulled it through the opening.

“I want to taste you,” she moaned.

His cock stiffened beneath her touch, and she lowered her head down to the tip. Her tongue began to circle around it as he moaned and groaned with each movement.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, as she began to slip it into her mouth.

“Beth...” Johnny was almost pleading, but she wasn't sure for what.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned again, as she slid the shaft deep into her mouth and began to suck.

Johnny couldn't take it anymore and gave over to the desire to have her giving him head. She was amazing at it, unlike most of the girls he'd been with in the past.

Beth felt him stiffen and began to pull back. She had no intention of this ending with a blow job on the couch. Johnny had other plans. His hands twisted through her long hair and shoved her face into him, pushing the shaft deep into her throat.

“Don't stop now,” he moaned, and she began to suck a little harder.

Beth wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to please him, but she wanted to be pleased, too. It was looking like Johnny was getting what he wanted, and she was just going to be out of luck. However, that changed when he released her hair and allowed her to back up.

Beth went to move, but Johnny's hands grabbed her wrists. He pulled her onto his lap and his mouth took hers very possessively.

“That was very naughty,” he smiled. “Naughty girls get punished.” With that, he flipped her over and laid her across his lap.

Beth knew she was naked and her ass was in the air. Was he going to spank her? The idea thrilled her somewhat, and that made her feel a little odd. She couldn't see what was happening, and that made it even more exciting for her.

She felt his hand against her skin before she realized what was happening. A small yelp let him know that she was both in pain and enjoying it. Another came slowly and painfully, and this time her scream was a little louder.

Once he'd finished with her spanking, she assumed he'd let her go; but, that wasn't going to happen. Instead, she felt his fingers dip down her ass and in-between her thighs.

“Oh, God,” she cried.

He was so close to touching her. She wanted it more than anything.

Johnny watched, as her legs parted. She was eager for him to touch her. She had liked the spanking—almost as much as he'd liked feeling her mouth on him. God, she was the sexiest woman he'd ever had; but, she would be devastated if she knew he had been with others while he was gone. He just wouldn't tell her.

He thrust his fingers inside of her. She was eager, and the moan she let out at his touch let him know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. As she lie across his legs, he continued to pound his fingers into her while flicking his thumb across her clit. His other hand reached around and grabbed one of her tits.

The one thing he'd discovered during their last time together was that she really liked her nipples played with. So, he grabbed one and began to pull and twist.

“Oh my fucking god!” she moaned, as his hands continued to fuck her.

Her body began to tighten, and he thrust even harder and faster. His hand moved to the other nipple, and he tugged and twisted even rougher than he had with the first one.

Her legs began to tense, and he knew it was almost there—just as she began to act like she might come, he stopped. Completely. All hands off of her. He watched her body began to shake and she looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Please?” she begged, but he shook his head no.

For a moment, it was easy to forget everything. Johnny wasn't thinking about the club or his brothers or the fact that they would be looking for him. All he could concentrate on was the woman before him and his desire for her. If he'd gone with what he wanted, Johnny would have grabbed her and spent the next couple of hours making love to her slowly and passionately.

However, it was easy to see that her agenda was different. She didn't want someone to caress and love her. She wanted someone to give it to her like she was the last woman on earth, completely rocking her world and bringing her to a euphoria she'd never felt.

She had chosen him, and he planned to give her exactly what she was asking for. Once her body had calmed down and it was easy to see she was no longer fighting off the orgasm that it wanted, he began to repeat the same actions. Again, he brought her to the brink of climax, and he stopped.

At this point, the squirming was almost uncontrollable. He was driving Beth crazy, and she had surpassed slightly asking. She was begging and pleading for him to allow her to release. She wanted nothing more than to feel the flood of orgasm as it waved through her entire body.

Lying on the bed trembling, she wondered what his agenda was. He had shown up out of nowhere, and to this point, she had received very little satisfaction. He seemed focused on driving her absolutely fucking insane, but her body told her that it would all be worth the wait.

After the third time of stopping her before she could orgasm, Johnny knelt down onto his knees at the edge of the bed. He lowered his head between her thighs, and she began to tremble before he even touched her. It made him smile, as he watched her body shake and heard the deep moans that she was trying to hide from him.

Slowly, he ran his tongue along her clit and began to flick it back and forth. Her moans became harder to hide, and when his lips wrapped around it and began to suck, he was confident she was going to explode before he could stop.

Beth couldn't believe that he wouldn't allow this to go all the way. First his fingers, then his mouth. Slowly but surely, he was teasing and toying with her in ways that drove her mad. She loved it and hated it all at the same time. Her body was shaking constantly. If he didn't progress it soon, she was certain she wouldn't be able to move. Yet, he continued to toy with her. His lips and tongue alternated with her clit until she was on the brink of release and then he'd stop.

Beth couldn't remember how many times he repeated it, but at one point she just knew she couldn't do it anymore.

“God damn it, Johnny,” she moaned and yelled at the same time. “Stop teasing me!”

He smiled and continued what he had been doing. Johnny wasn't going to stop teasing her until she asked for what she really wanted. However, if he told her that, then she'd do it without putting thought behind it. He wanted it to come from her naturally. He wanted to know that she had reached the point of begging for him to give her his dick.

“Please…” She was begging again. “Oh God,” she cried, as he sucked on her clit. “Please fuck me. Just please fuck me.”

That was all it took. Johnny stood up and leaned over Beth on the bed. His mouth found hers and neither complained about the things that had already transpired. Instead, their tongues danced together, as his hands slid between her legs and helped to part them.

His lips drifted down and landed on a nipple. As his teeth and tongue played a game with the stiff peak, his hips slid in between her thighs. One quick thrust was all it took to slam his cock deep inside her.

“Oh God help me,” she cried out, and he smiled as he thrust into her again.

The moans of the woman he loved continued to push him to give her exactly what she wanted. Grabbing her hips with his hands, Johnny pushed himself into her repeatedly and listened to the sounds of pleasure that she made when he did.

His mouth alternated between both of her nipples, nipping and tugging to bring her increased arousal.

Johnny had wanted to make slow and passionate love to Beth for hours. Instead, they were lucky if they made it ten minutes. It seemed like it'd just started when her body began to violently shake, and she began to scream out his name. It was easy to see by the spasms that she was going through, that she was finally achieving the orgasm that she'd desired from the beginning.

He didn't make it much further. In fact, feeling her body convulse around his cock made him do the same. He could feel himself harden and tighten as his orgasm rode the tail end of hers. The immediate sense of relief wore him out, and he rolled off of her and tried to catch his breath.

“So you wanted to talk?” Beth was standing above him. “Now seems good to me,” she finished and walked off.