Sinner's Son (Savage Sons Motorcyle Club) (11 page)

Maria nodded. "You are right about that. I'll pack what we'll need while Nadia is in school, and we'll be ready to go."

I stood there, looking at the gorgeous woman in front of me, not sure whether I should leave or stay. I decided that I had to wait for her to invite me. She'd had enough men force themselves on her that I wasn't going to be just another fuck. I wanted her to want me, and she hadn't shown any sign yet that she did.

"Okay, then. I'll go back to Lupita's and face my brothers. I imagine that there will be some fallout since I just walked out of the meeting."

"Moses?" Maria's voice was soft. "Will you stay, at least for a glass of wine?"

"Maria, I'll stay as long as you'll have me."

She smiled, and we took our places on the bench once again, this time sitting hip-to-hip, with my arm around her shoulders. She seemed to be comfortable -- didn't flinch from my touch, which I took to be a good sign.

I
wasn't sure what I wanted from Moses, besides a way out. I was confused by my feelings as I took a big gulp of wine. He was being kind to me, and I believed that it was genuine, that he wasn't doing it to get a piece of ass. The trouble was that I was really attracted to him, in a way I hadn't been attracted to a man since ... well, maybe forever. He was strong, he liked my daughter, he wanted to take care of us, and he was tall and handsome. I realized that I had finally met a man that I wanted to take to my bed, not because I was being paid, but because I wanted to feel his hands on me, wanted to put my hands on him.

It wasn't a feeling I was comfortable with.

I polished off the glass of wine, not planning to get drunk, but relying on the wine to relax me a little. I decided to see what would happen if I did what I wanted to, if I let myself go.

"Moses?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you doing this?"

He looked at me like I'd asked a strange question. "Um...I like red wine," he answered with a smile.

I laughed in spite of myself. "Seriously. Why are you helping me and Nadia? You know that you're risking your safety as well, don't you?"

"I ain't the least bit worried about my safety. I can take care of myself, and I have brothers who'll back me up." Moses refilled my glass and poured himself some more as well. "Maria, would you think I'm crazy if I told you I didn't know exactly why I'm helping you? I mean, I do know that I'm doing it because forcing young girls into prostitution is wrong, but I don't know. I saw something in you, even last night at Lupita's. I saw something in you that made me want to be with you in a different way. I didn't see you as a whore. I saw you as a woman." Moses looked a little embarrassed. "I don't know. Helping you just seems like the right thing to do."

"So you're not doing it because you want to sleep with me?"

"Not at all." He looked so serious.

"So you don't want to sleep with me?"

He finally realized where I was heading. "Well, I wouldn't say that, exactly. In fact, I wouldn't say that at all." He looked at me, and I could feel the heat of his gaze. "To tell you the truth, I want you, Maria. But I don't want you to sleep with me because you feel like you have to, because I'm helping you."

I nodded, having heard what I needed to. "I understand." I took the wineglass from his hand, stood up, and headed for the front door.

"Maria?" Moses said from the bench. "Where are you going?"

"To bed. With you." I walked inside and waited for him to follow.

It didn't take long. I turned around to look behind me, and Moses swept me into his arms. I barely had a chance to set the wine glasses down before I felt his lips on mine, not particularly gentle, but amazingly sensual. He pulled my hips toward his, and I could feel his erection through his jeans. I was surprised to realize that I was looking forward to getting him out of his clothes. I'd seen him naked the night before, and it had been a remarkable sight. I wanted more.

"Maria," he whispered in my ear. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Absolutely," I said, running my hands over the hard muscles of his chest and stomach. "I want you naked and in my bed."

"Your wish is my command. I've been dying to see you naked since the second I laid eyes on you, and I'm going to make sure you enjoy yourself at least as much as I do. This night, Maria, is all about you."

He took my hand and led me into the dark bedroom, looking around as if he was searching for something.

"What do you need?" I asked, confused.

"Candles," he answered. "I want to see you."

I went back out into the living room, collected a few votive holders and lit the candles inside them, placing a few on each side of the bed.

"Perfect," he said, walking over to me at the side of the bed. He slid his hands over my bare shoulders, and I shivered at his light touch that slipped down over my arms, waist, hips, and ass. His touch floated over the surface of my clothing, making me shiver in anticipation. "Maria, I'm going to get you out of these clothes, and I'm going to give you a night like you've never experienced."

I shivered again, feeling my nipples harden beneath my shirt. I'd never -- not in my whole life -- had a man care about how I felt during sex. It had always been about his pleasure, and I was looking forward to being with a man who cared about mine

Moses bent and kissed my shoulder, and worked his way along my collar bone and up my neck. He brought his hands up and brushed my nipples through my thin shirt, before cupping both of my breasts in his hands. He gently squeezed my nipples, and I felt my knees weaken.

"I need to sit down." The excitement had made me feel light-headed and not very steady on my feet.

"Not yet," Moses said, taking hold of both my arms. "I've got you," he said, pulling on the elastic that held my shirt to my shoulders and sliding the shirt down to my waist. "My God, you're amazing," he said, looking at my naked breasts before bending to gently suck on them. He slid my shirt and my skirt down to the floor, and the candlelight showed the contrast between my white panties and my dark skin. "You can keep those on, but not for long," Moses said, walking me backwards toward the bed that I usually shared with my daughter.

"I feel underdressed," I said, reaching out and unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off, and tossing it onto the chair. The dark ink of his tattoos stretched from his shoulders to part way down his arms, and the candlelight played across his perfectly rippled abs. He looked absolutely perfect. Sliding my hands down his chest, I started to unbutton his jeans, but he put his hands on mine.

"Not yet," he said. "I want you to enjoy yourself, and if you take those off, I won't be able to stop myself. I'll have to be inside you."

"As you wish."

"No, Maria," he said, taking my face in his hands before kissing me. "It's about what you wish."

"I wish you would make love to me," I said, realizing that I had never used those words for sex before. Even though I hadn't known Moses long, though, they seemed like the right thing to say. "Make love to me, Moses."

"I'm going to make love to you until you scream my name, Maria. I'm going to make you forget that you've ever been with anyone but me."

With that, he picked me up and tossed -- literally tossed -- me onto the bed. I couldn't help but laugh, and I realized that I'd never actually laughed while in bed with a man. What a refreshing change. He laid down beside me, running his hand over my arm, my belly, my legs, avoiding my breasts and that part of me covered by my underwear. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, and I was very glad of that.

I was used to having men's eyes on me, but the way Moses looked at me was different, as if he actually liked me and not just my body. He bent and slowly sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and used his finger and thumb to gently pinch the other one. The sensation made me arch my back, and I closed my eyes, content for once to simply enjoy the feeling. I could feel tingling and moisture between my legs, and I imagined, just for a second, how good it would feel when Moses finally filled me with his cock.

But it wasn't time for that yet.

Moses sat up a little and slid my panties off, leaving me completely naked. He spread my legs apart and very slowly slid one finger inside me, making me gasp. He bent and put his mouth on me, flicking at my clit with his tongue. The moan that escaped my lips was purely involuntary, not an act I had to put on for a customer. As he worked at my clit with his tongue, he slid another finger inside and then added a third. His hands were large, so I felt stretched just slightly, but it felt so good that I didn't even think of asking him to stop. I lifted my hips slightly to let him press even harder with his tongue, and as soon as he did, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm building while he buried his face in my pussy.

I wasn't sure that I wanted to cum so quickly, and I started to slide my hips away from him. I have only had a few orgasms in my life, and all of them have been solo. Since I'd never been with a man of my own free will, I'd never really enjoyed sex. Not that the men could tell, of course. I had plenty of experience in faking an orgasm.

Moses lifted his head. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I want to wait until you are inside me. I don't want to cum so soon."

He looked at me and laughed. "You say that like you can only cum once. Maria, I'm going to make you cum over and over, all night long."

I looked at him with wide eyes. "I've never done it more than once at a time."

Moses pulled my hips back down toward his face and looked up at me. "Well, then, you're in for a real treat."

He worked my clit with his tongue, pushed his fingers inside me, and I couldn't help it. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and by the time I came to my senses, Moses was smiling down at me.

"Hope you don't think you're finished, he said, face slick from my juices.

"Oh, no," I answered with a smile. "I need to feel you inside me, Moses."

He knelt between my legs. "Say it again."

"I want you inside me. Moses. I want to feel your hard cock inside me."

"You got it," he said, standing up and taking off his jeans.

It was even larger than I remembered from the night before, but I was ready. I knew I was soaking wet, and I wanted to feel him, hard and male, force himself inside me.

He got on top and put the head of his cock right at my opening. "You sure this is what you want?"

"Absolutely," I answered, so excited that I was a little out of breath.

He pushed inside, and I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him. He went slower and deeper than I'd expected, and I could tell that he hadn't even buried himself all the way. He pulled back out and began a smooth, slow rhythm, forcing himself a little deeper with every thrust. When I thought he couldn't go any further, he did, finally burying himself all the way, making me feel fuller than I'd ever felt with anyone else. He ground his hips into me, and I could tell from the expression on his face that it felt like heaven to him as well.

He slowed his motion and pulled out.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Not a thing in the world," he answered, reaching into the pocket of his jeans and putting on a condom. “I want you on top of me. I want to see you make love to me, and I want to see your face when you cum on my cock."

We changed places, and I straddled him, lowering myself slowly onto his enormous, hard cock before starting to ride him, slowly at first, and increasing in intensity. He reached up and took hold of both breasts, squeezing nipples and releasing them just long enough that I wanted more. I moved faster and started grinding my hips down, using his pelvis to rub up against my clit as I -- surprised -- felt the beginnings of another orgasm.

My eyes flew open in surprise, and I looked down to see Moses watching me, a smile on his face.

"You're gonna cum again, aren't you?"

I nodded, unable to say a word as my climax grew closer. I could feel Moses harden inside me, and he began lifting his hips and pushing inside even deeper. He was close to the edge as well, and I wanted to know what it would feel like if we came together, if we both exploded with pleasure at the same moment. I moved faster, and I watched Moses as the expression on his face changed, letting me know that he was close.

"Cum for me, Maria," he said, slightly out of breath. "Cum on my cock."

I did. I let all of my worries about whether he would be satisfied go ... and, for once, I concentrated on my own pleasure. I felt waves ripple through my muscles, clenching and releasing his cock, as I felt him cum as well, the timing coinciding perfectly.

I slowed my movement, still keeping him inside me, and I looked down at the only man who had given me an orgasm -- not once, but twice. When I finally stopped moving, I let his cock slide out of me, and I lay down beside him, resting my head on his muscled chest after he pulled me close.

"I'll let you get a little sleep," he whispered, just before we fell asleep. "But I will be waking you up. You haven't had your last orgasm tonight."