Honey Whiskey (A Bastards MC Novel) (25 page)

Wrapping my fingers in her crazy curls, I
started in on her neck, licking and nipping, finding the perfect
balance between soothing little kisses and the sharp sting of pain
that made her fucking crazy as I moved up to her ear and over to
her lips and back down. I feasted on her skin, enjoying the salty
taste and scent of vanilla while she squirmed beneath me. Her hands
traced my back, my biceps, and my head as she begged me for
more.

I pushed myself off her slightly,
arms flexed, knowing how much she loved the feel of my muscles
under her hands, and kissed my way down. I didn’t consider myself a
breast man. Then again, I wasn’t an ass man, either. I was simply a
man that worshiped every inch of the female form. Jo’s body,
though, called to me in a way no other woman’s had. Every inch of
her held a secret that turned me on.

I loved her tits—fuck, I could
easily spend an entire night just worshiping her nipples and giving
them the attention they deserved. Each breast filled up a palm, and
I had big fucking hands. They were soft and perfectly round, tipped
with little pink nubs that grew when I sucked on them. I pulled one
into my mouth now while my fingers rolled and squeezed the other.
Using just the tips of my teeth, I closed down, adding enough
pressure to make Jo cry out. Chuckling, I dragged my mouth away
from her and kissed down the valley and back up, closing teeth over
the other nipple.

“
Matty!” Joes groaned, fingers
jerking my head back harshly. “God, Matty! Kiss me!”

I couldn’t deny her even if I
wanted to, and I abandoned my post to find her mouth, warm and
inviting. Sometimes I forgot how much my girl liked to kiss. If she
had her way, we’d make out like horny teenagers every chance we
got. I didn’t have a thing against kissing, I fucking loved kissing
her. Right now, though, there were other lips that were crying out
for my attention. I moaned in anticipation.

After a quick battle of our
tongues, Jo sighed as I backed away again, biting her lip lightly
as I did. She was coming apart beneath me, making those noises I
loved—the same ones that had haunted my dreams over the last few
months without her. That didn’t matter now, I reminded myself,
because she was mine and was never leaving again.

Legs wrapped tighter around my
waist and she shifted again, trying to get my dick where she wanted
it. I smiled against a breast. Jo was eager, but she was gonna
wait. I tweaked a nipple on the way down, and, leaning all my
weight onto my knees and her center, reached around my back to
unhitch her legs. She whined an argument, but I ignored it, and
slid further down her body before she could stop me.

Realizing what I was doing, she
jerked and tried to clench her thighs together. I was already
between them so her efforts were pointless, but she tried to sit up
and push me off her anyway. I reached up, found a shoulder, and
shoved her back down.

“Matty! God, no,
Matt! I haven’t shaved... I didn’t take a shower…” I ‘Mmhmm’d’
against her most sensitive skin, knowing the vibration would make
her wetter than she already was. It worked, and she seemed to lose
all conscious thought, even though she continued to babble and try
to stop me. Like either of those excuses would stop me from tasting
my piece of heaven. She was going to be my wife. It was time for
her to realize that this body was mine, and I would never have my
fill of kissing it, fucking it, or eating it.

Her weak attempts at discouraging
me turned to loud moans of ecstasy as my tongue swirled around her
clit before I sucked it in and then found a punishing rhythm. It
was only seconds before she was moaning and crying out, bucking
beneath me, unable to keep her first climax at bay. “God, Matty!”
she squealed, hands trying to force my head away. “Stop. Stop! I
can’t take it!”

I didn’t stop. Instead, I inserted
a finger, then two, finding her spot almost immediately. When I
said her body called to me, I’d meant it. Most men couldn’t find
the fucking thing if they had a road map, but it was like Jo’s had
a magnet that drew me right to it. My bedroom was filled with
screams as she came again, this time gushing all over me. I wiped
my chin on the insides of her thighs, proud as a peacock. The
stubble on my chin rubbed her sensitive skin, making her cry out
again and milk the fingers I still had inside her.

Me. No one else had ever
made her feel the way I do. No one else made her come the way I do.
She never had, and never would, love anyone the way she loves
me
. Her gasped words weren’t just a
boost for my ego, they set my heart flying and made my dick harden
even more. She was mine. Her body belonged to me now. It was about
time she realized that there was not another soul on this planet
that could do to her what I could. I would fucking destroy anyone
that tried.

The thought pushed its way into my
mind and wouldn’t leave. Were there other men out there that lusted
after what was mine? The realization that there were had me pulling
my fingers out of her, grabbing my boxers, shoving them down, and
quickly repositioning myself before driving into her hard,
silencing her “Fuck me Matty! Please fuck me!” pleas.

I stopped, groaning at the soft
wet heat that engulfed me. “Christ, Joes!” She moved her hips below
me, trying to get me to hurry, but my hands grabbed them and held
them down. If she kept moving, this was going to be over a lot
sooner than either of us wanted. I leaned onto her again, kissing
her with more restraint than I realized I still had. Teeth gnashed
against teeth and lips crushed against lips as we lost ourselves in
each other.

Her muscles tightened around my
dick, as if taking his hand and begging him to come out and play. I
backed out a little, and then drove myself back in roughly. Her
eyes opened slightly and she smiled at me as she tipped her head
back into the pillow as far as it would go, looking every bit the
sexy little temptress I knew she was. I swiveled my hips and
instantly she was moaning, teeth sinking into her bottom lip in an
effort to hold back some of her sounds.

I had wanted to go slow, to drag
out this moment for as long as possible and be as gentle as I
could. But, seeing the love in her eyes mixed with pure carnal
need, I couldn’t hold back anymore. Grabbing her hands, I entwined
our fingers, smiling to myself as I felt my ring on her finger, and
forced them over her head, pulling out and thrusting again. She
struggled against my hands for a few seconds, trying to get free so
she could no doubt rake those nails down my skin. Fuck, I wanted
her nails to dig into me. The thought of the stinging pain that
only came from sex with Joes made me pull out all the way before I
slammed back in.

She responded, thrusting in
perfect time to me. That was all it took. Suddenly, I wasn’t
celebrating the fact that she’d agreed to be my forever and I
wasn’t a man fucking his girlfriend senseless. I was an animal in
heat, pounding relentlessly into the bewitching creature under me,
needing only to release into her, marking her mine
forever.

“
This pussy
belongs to me, Joes.” I ground out as I hammered into her. “You
hear me? It’s mine.” She half-nodded, as if agreeing with me, but
that wasn’t enough. I pushed every inch of me into her and stopped,
leaning over her. “Jo, who does this tight little pussy belong to?”
I was out of breath and my voice was low, but the look she gave me
said she heard me just fine.

The little minx cocked an eyebrow.
“Right now, it belongs to you.” The words drew a feral response
from somewhere inside me, even though I could see the glint of
challenge in her eyes. Fuck that. It belonged to me.
Always.

I forgot I was trying to keep her
hands off me and moved mine to her ass, grabbing her hard and
yanking her butt off the bed. I drove into her until I couldn’t go
any further. There was absolutely no room between us. The sound of
my hand colliding with her flesh cut through the room, making her
spit out a moaning laugh while her insides clenched me tight. “Who
does this perfect cunt belong to?”

Her lips moved into a grin as
fingernails dug into my lower back and clawed their way up. She bit
the front of my shoulder, hard enough for me to jump, while
clamping onto me on the inside again. Then, smirking, she
challenged with a honey smooth voice, “Why don’t you show me who my
perfect,” clench and release, “tight,” harder squeeze, “little,”
release, grasp, release, “pussy belongs to, Matty.”

I shuddered, closing my eyes and
biting my lip, desperately trying to hold on. I never came until my
partner was satisfied, usually more than once, but Jo and her
kegelkunt were destroying every ounce of self-restraint I had. It
felt like I was getting the best blowjob I’d ever had while being
fucked senseless at the same time. The sensation was beyond words.
I wasn’t ready to come yet, but if she kept it up, I’d
blow.

Leaning down, I kissed her. Not
like earlier, but slow and tender. I hoped it told her how much I
loved her, how there wasn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for her.
She sighed happily and then her hands were back in my hair, holding
my face to hers. I moved back just enough to rub my nose against
hers. “I love you.”

“Matty.” It came out as a plea,
but she didn’t have to say more. I’d calmed down enough that I
could get back to my task and show her exactly who she, and every
part of her anatomy, belonged to. Teeth bit, fingers grasped, and I
moved in and out of her fast and hard.

Jo wasn’t quiet. Neither was I. We
were lost in a sea of feeling, every touch igniting a response that
couldn’t be tamed. I didn’t care that my room was in the middle of
the clubhouse, with thin sheetrock walls that allowed my brothers
to hear a whispered conversation, let alone the pounding of my
headboard and the screams of my fiancé. Let them listen to what I
did to her, know what she did to me. She was mine, and I was
staking my claim.

She came with a strangled cry, and
I followed seconds later, pumping every last drop into her and then
collapsing onto her, utterly spent. We were soaked, her hair
plastered to her head as if she’d just run the fastest mile of her
life, and our skin was red and sticky. I’d never seen her look more
beautiful than she did that second.

Reluctantly, I pulled out, making
us both groan at the loss of contact. I moved my head to the pillow
next to hers and yanked her into me, arms tight around her. I was
exhausted but I wouldn’t let my eyes close. I’d never felt like
this. I was completely satiated, but I wanted to do it all over
again, just to have her body under mine, just to have her respond
the way she did.

Yet, thinking about it now made me
realize I had felt this way before. Last summer, when I’d made love
to her for the first time, this same eternal need for her had
lingered, but I’d blamed it on the alcohol. She’d stumbled home
from Hooligans, drunk as a fucking skunk, and had started to strip
off her clothes before I’d had a chance to lock the door. I hadn’t
had as much to drink, but with her being so close, thinking clearly
was a challenge. When I managed to push her away, telling her that
we couldn’t have sex, she’d thrown her shirt back on and told me if
I wouldn’t fuck her, she’d find someone that would. That was all it
took.

The thought of her with another
man made me see red. I’d pushed her against the wall and kissed
her. I considered walking away, but I didn’t have enough fight in
me. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone. When she took
off every inch of clothing she’d had on, I carried her to the bed
and fucked her so carefully and slowly it was almost painful for
me. I’d been afraid she’d realize what we were doing and make me
stop. But, she hadn’t.

Instead, the touches, kisses, and
words we’d exchanged set the night on fire. I couldn’t get enough
of her. She begged me for more, and I was more than happy to give.
We’d spent the entire night forgetting that we were supposed to be
just friends and that she was married to someone else. I should
have realized that our reactions to each other, that the amazing
sex we’d had over and over that night, was not a side effect of
great whiskey. No, it had been the evidence of two people so in
love with each other that we couldn’t do anything but show
it.

Or it had been Jo’s magic pussy. I snorted as
the thought filtered across my mind.

Shit! I’d laughed when one
of my brothers had coined that term a few years ago, saying there
was no way in hell any woman’s twat was so amazing that I would
overlook every single flaw she had. I got it now, though. There was
not one annoying trait she had that I wouldn’t overlook. Not a
single thing I wouldn’t do for her.
Or
it
, that perfect magic pussy. I
chuckled again, running my hands over the softness of her stomach
and down to the spot that had me hypnotized.

“
What’s so funny?” she asked
sleepily, opening her legs for my fingers.

I shook my head, but leaned down
to kiss her temple. “I can’t get enough of you, you know that,
right?”

She nodded, shifting her body to
reach for me, voice suddenly husky. “And I don’t want you
to.”

Chapter 24

Matty

The quick double knock halted her
warm, wet mouth mid bob, and I instantly lifted her up off me,
tossed her to the top of the bed, and was on top of her, sheltering
her naked back from whoever was stupid enough to throw open my door
before I called them in. Jo’s eyes were wide, alternating between
surprise and humor, as she looked up at me over her shoulder,
waiting for our uninvited guest to say something. We both knew
whoever it was had seen more of our nakedness than they bargained
for.