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Another lip twitch.

God, that’s hot.

“Not a freak of nature.”

“Okay, so that’s settled.  I’ll drive you home if you like, or back to the clubhouse.  Whatever you prefer.”  I turn, intent on grabbing my handbag, keys, and phone from the countertop, but his long fingers wrap around my elbow and he halts me.  Giving me a slight tug, my body stumbles toward his and I slam into his chest, my cheek colliding with his solid pectoral muscles.

I slowly raise my face to meet his eyes and before I can even fill my seized lungs with oxygen, his mouth is on mine.

Slow, warm, wet.  Utterly delicious.  He tastes like mint with a hint of beer.  My hands snake up around his neck just as his tongue slides into my mouth.  I whimper softly as tingles spread throughout my body and the smoldering flame deep in my stomach ignites and begins to rage out of control.

His lips move over mine in perfect synchronization, as if they were made just for me.  His cropped short, black hair tickles my fingers and I can’t help but wish it were a little longer so I could wind my fingers through it and tug him further into me.

I’m so caught up in the moment, I don’t realize we’ve moved until my back hits the wall and his hands find purchase on my ass as he boosts me up.  My legs wrap around his hips and he thrusts into me.  Just once, but it’s enough.  Suddenly, all abandon is thrown out the window and I attack his mouth with a passion I didn’t know I possessed.

His cock presses deep into my center and my hips automatically lift and grind against him.  Heat floods my system and I just know my thin cotton pajama shorts are soaked through, but I can’t find it in me to care.  My arousal is outweighing my sensibilities.

He is silent while he makes love to my mouth.  He doesn’t growl.  He doesn’t moan.  He doesn’t speak naughty words between kisses.  No.  He just ravishes my mouth like no other.  One hand has a firm grip on my ass, the other is flat against the wall near my head.  His hips tilt in every now and again, providing that friction my body is craving and I can’t help but whimper each time.

“Oak,” I moan.  His lips leave mine and he begins sucking and kissing down my neck until he reaches my pulse point and he flicks his tongue over it.

“Oh god,” I moan.  My nipples tighten into impossibly hard buds and my stomach clenches.  He latches onto the spot and sucks before biting down, almost to the point of pain, but
not
.  He soothes the sting with a lick and a soft kiss before moving down further. 

My shirt obstructs him and he growls in frustration.  Pushing his hips into mine, he pins me into the wall and brings his hands up and tears my shirt wide open.

“Oh, my god,” I gasp, stunned.

He doesn’t reply.  He just dips his head and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Jesus, Oak,” I cry out.  He continues his delicious torture, concentrating on one nipple before turning his attention to the other, and then returning to the first.  Over and over he alternates between soft, slow licks, hard suckles, and gentle kisses.  By the time he pops my bud from his mouth, they’re glistening from his tongue and throbbing along with my clit in desperate anticipation.

“You want my cock?” he rumbles.

Oh god, his voice has a shiver running through my body. 
So hot.
  Deep, husky, and throaty.  Utterly delicious.

“You have to ask?” I throw him some sass and accompany it with a hip thrust of my own.

He loses all restraint and strides into my bedroom with me wrapped around him.  We go down on the bed in a tumble of limbs and his mouth finds mine again.  My hands go to his behind and I dig my fingers in to the taut, brown flesh before sliding them up his shirt, reveling in the smooth hardness of his back. 

He kneels between my legs and rips his shirt off over his head, tossing it on the ground beside the bed, and then his body comes back down on mine.  I still managed to get a nice look at the ripped, contoured muscles of his stomach, and ladies, let me tell you, it is fucking unbelievable how sculpted his torso is!

What is left of my shirt is tugged from my arms and joins his on the floor and then his hands go to my shorts and he slowly glides them down my legs and off my ankles before tossing them.

“No fuckin’ panties,” he mutters in disbelief and suddenly I’m hyperaware of how exposed I am.  I am fully naked, spread out below him.  My legs are wide, accommodating his frame, but it means my entire pussy is on display. 

I don’t have time to feel self-conscious, or be concerned that he is still half-clothed, because he plants his fists at my hips and leans down to rub his nose through my sex, smelling me, and
fuck
if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

My hips tilt up to meet his mouth, but he refrains from giving me what I want. 

“Oak,” I plead, my fingers finding his head and attempting to guide him to me.

My breath catches in my throat when he places a gentle peck on one of my outer lips.  He repeats the process on the other side and I’m panting.  His mouth brushes over my swollen clit and I moan, low and soft.  Finally,
fucking finally
, his tongue snakes out and he drags it through my soaking flesh in one long, smooth stroke.

My back arches off the bed, but he brings one hand up to lie across my lower stomach, effectively trapping my movements.  Then he begins his onslaught.  He fucks me with his tongue, spearing it into my pussy before flattening it against my clit.  My body coils tight and I try to writhe on the bed, but he has me pinned, and it only intensifies the feelings coursing through my body.

“O-oak,” I choke out, my orgasm just in reach, but I need something
more
to get me there.

“Roman,” he growls, the sound vibrating against me.

“What?” I pant, digging my heels into the bed and trying to lift my hips up to shamelessly rub myself against him.

He holds me firmer and repeats, “Roman.  You call me Roman when I’m fucking you.”

“Wait.  What?  Who’s Roman?”

He doesn’t answer because he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks hard.  My body coils tight and then releases as I go flying over the edge of the cliff, crying out incoherently.  My head thrashes from side to side as the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever experienced rips through my body, searing my veins with its heat and turning my body inside out.

He doesn’t let up when I’ve finishing coming, though.  He gentles the strokes of his tongue to accommodate my over-sensitized clit, but he keeps licking until the burn begins to rage again.  He brings me to the brink and then pulls back.

“What the fuck?” I gape in shock as he moves from the bed and stands.

My mouth snaps shut when he drops his jeans and his large, thick cock comes into view.  Even from here, I can see the bead of pre cum on his head, just begging to be tasted.

I watch in rapt fascination as he curls his fist around his shaft and begins to pump up and down.

“When I slide my dick into you, it means you’re agreeing to two things, Willa.” 

I lick my lips and tear my gaze away from his cock.  “I agree,” I say eagerly.

He chuckles and then walks forward to stand beside the bed.  Using his free hand, he moves my legs apart so they’re wide open for him.

“One.”  He reaches over and strokes a finger through my wet, soft flesh.  “This is
my
pussy.  No one else gets to taste it, touch it, or fuck it.”  His voice is edgy, determined, stern.  “Two. 
You
are
my
woman.  No one gets to touch you, fuck you, or taste you, except me.”

My brow wrinkles.  “Do you mean like your Old Lady, or whatever it’s called?”

His eyes narrow and something dark flashes across them.  “My woman,” he repeats fiercely.

I shrug.  “Okay.  I agree.”  We’ll talk about his requirements later.  Right now, I need to be thoroughly fucked, and I have a feeling he knows just how to use that weapon he’s packing.

“Now, fuck me,” I demand.

He smirks and settles himself between my legs. 

“Condom.”  I reach to my dresser and fumble around in the drawer before tugging out a little square, foil packet.  “Here.”

He slides it on and the positions his cock at my entrance.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice husky.

“Yes.”  I nod.

His hips come forward and he plunges into me, fully sheathing himself in one swift movement.

My back arches off the bed as my hands find purchase on his muscled shoulders, digging into his solid flesh.  My mouth opens and I cry out, “Ahh.”  My body adjusts to his, and he fills me so completely, it’s like he was made just for me.

Wait. What?

“You okay?” I hear him ask.  I don’t answer, because I’m still trying to process my previous thought.  “Willa, you okay?” his voice sounds pained.

“Uh-huh,” I mumble.

“Gonna move now.”

I nod.

He withdraws his cock, dragging it along every lit nerve ending inside me, until he’s almost completely removed from my body.  Then, he slams home and grinds his pelvis on mine.  He repeats the process over and over again.  My clit is screaming for release…or maybe that’s just me.

“Sweet fucking pussy, babe,” he growls.  “Fits me like a glove.  Squeezing my cock so hard, you’re almost takin’ my breath away.”

“Yes,” I moan, scratching my nails down his back until I reach his pert butt and give it a squeeze.  It clenches and releases beneath my palms and I mirror his actions with my muscles surrounding his cock.  His breath hisses in my ear and he bites down on my lobe.

“You’re going to end me,” he warns.

I squeeze harder, desperately chasing my own release.  He rises up on his knees, still pounding into me, and his thumb finds my clit.  He rubs in firm circles while using his other hand to manipulate my nipples.

I feel it coming, and without further warning, my body seizes, my blood heats, and convulsions ripple through my pulsing body.

“Oak,” I cry out on a moan.

“Roman.  You call me Roman,” he hisses, still chasing his own release.

“Roman,” I pant, feeling my body begin coil again.

“Come on, Willa.  Come again,” he orders.  He powers into me, boosting my legs up over his shoulders and slamming inside me.

“Roman,” I say, my breath hitching.  “I’m going to come.”

“Yeah, baby, that’s right.  Come all over my cock again.”  A fine sheen of sweat coats his body and his mouth comes down to captures my cries as I shudder beneath him.  My mind goes blank and I sail into the abyss of pure pleasure.  His thrusts lose rhythm and then he’s coming with me, pausing so his cock can throb his release deep inside me.

He rolls to his back in one swift movement and suddenly I’m on top.  He cradles my head into his chest and lazily strokes his fingers up and down my back while his cock slowly softens inside me.

My eyes drift closed, lulled by the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear, and the contentment I feel.  I let sleep take me, not ready to process the feelings he is bringing out in me.

Sometime later, I’m sure I feel him gently lift my hips up and his cock slides free, before he places me back down on him again, but I can’t be sure.

Willa

My eyes crack open and immediately snap back shut again.  The sun is streaming bright through my bedroom window, and Oak’s massive frame is still below me.  His dick twitches against my pussy and I realize he is hard again.

Oh, my god!

I slept with Oak.

I slept
on
Oak, with his cock cradled by my folds.

Oh, my god!

“I know you’re awake.” He chuckles.

“Morning,” I say awkwardly, raising my head to look at him.  I quickly cover my mouth – damn morning breath – and give him a grin with my eyes.

He reaches over beside him and brings a condom to his mouth, tearing the wrapper between his teeth.  Then he reaches between us to roll it over his cock and position himself.

“Sit up.”  His voice is husky, his eyes bright with lust.

I sit up and his cock slides in, inching deeper and deeper.  I moan and my head falls back.  My hands find his thighs and I grip on, before rising up and dropping back down again.  The fire he’d tamed last night roars back to life and I begin to ride him hard and fast.

His hands tweak my nipples while my fingers find my clit and I rub myself.  His blazing gaze moves south and he growls deep in his throat.

“Fuck, baby.  Rub that sweet pussy.  Fuckin’ stunning,” he swears.

I ride him, slowly building my rhythm until I’m fucking him hard and fast.  I grip his shoulders as his fingers slide down my body and gives my clit a solid flick, sending me flying over the edge.  My body falls forward as I shudder over him.  Then, he grips my hips and begins thrusting up into me from below.

“Roman,” I whisper, acutely remembering his demand to call him that while he’s inside me.  I wonder why that is?  Maybe I’ll ask him later.  Or, maybe I won’t…

He slams me down one last time before holding me firmly against him as his cock pulses his release.

I roll off him, collapsing on my bed, all sweaty and gross, but feeling on top of the world.

He sits up and grabs a few tissues from my nightstand and cleans himself up.

Then he turns around and tenderly wipes between my legs.  I’m too sated to be embarrassed, so I just close my eyes and let him go.

He leaves the room and returns moments later.  I crack my eyes open and lower my arm I had thrown over my face.  I watch as he tugs on his black jeans and pulls his white tee shirt over his head.  His stomach muscles ripple and contract with each movement and then disappear as his shirt slides down over his torso.

“I gotta head out, babe.”  He looks a little remorseful, but also slightly distracted.

“Okay.  Um, thanks for last night,” I say, a little shyly.  I mean, what exactly
is
the protocol for conversation the morning after fucking your brother’s club buddy,
twice
?

“Thanks?” he asks, suspiciously quietly.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t ever
thank
your man for fucking you,” he says in disgust.

“Maybe we should talk about that?” I suggest.  He’s not really serious about the ‘my man’ stuff, is he?  He can’t be.  It’s not realistic, and if Rad ever finds out about last night, he will kill Oak.  Then he’ll kill me.  This is precisely the reason he has banned me from the clubhouse – he didn’t want me screwing around with his ‘brothers’. 

Too late for that.

“Later.  I’ve got shit to do.”  He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out his worn, leather wallet and opens it up.  He pulls a bunch of bills free, snaps the wallet shut, and pushes it back into his pocket.  Then, he tosses the money at me.  It lands on the bed and I look down at in shock.

“Buy yourself some shoes,” he orders firmly.

I’m still in shock.

I’m pretty sure my mouth is hanging open.

His lips come down and he kisses my forehead.  “See you tonight, babe.  You have any trouble today, you call me or Rad. No one else. Got it?”

I think I nod. I can’t be sure. I’m still looking at the money in shock.

“Go to the shops, stay in public areas, and then come straight home again.  No dicking around.  You get a bad vibe and you don’t want to go, stay home and I’ll take you shopping as soon as I deal with shit at the club.  Understand?

I mumble incoherently and continue to stare at the money on my bed.

Two hundred dollars.

My front door closes shut softly.

Four fifty dollar bills.

The rumble of a motorbike comes closer before idling outside for a few seconds, and then roaring away.

My teeth clench.

I’m pretty sure there is steam coming out of my ears.

Two hundred fucking dollars.

Is he fucking
serious?

I scream out in frustration and crumple the money in my hands.

Oh, my Lord, I am so mad.  My hands are shaking. I have never been so fucking angry in my life.

Is he
paying
me for sex?

Who
does
that?

I am not a hooker. I am not a club whore.  I’m just an everyday girl, and I cannot believe he would throw cash at me like that.

With sudden clarity, I realize that not only am I angry, but my feelings are deeply hurt.  I feel foolish.  Tears prick my eyes and run hot down my face, only increasing my outrage.

Swiping the wetness roughly from my face, I toss the money across the room with my bedspread and storm into the bathroom.

I turn the shower on as hot as it will go and stand under the piping hot stream of water.  I squirt a big dollop of liquid soap onto my sponge and scrub my body clean, erasing any part of Oak that might be lingering on my skin.

After I’ve washed my hair and brushed my teeth, I step out and towel off before quickly dressing in a pair of skinny aqua colored jeans with holes in the knees and a tight white tank top.

I blow my hair dry and leave it hanging down.  It hits me just on the shoulders now that it’s back to curly, but it needs a trim. I usually don’t let it grow that far before I chop it off.  I lean into the mirror and examine myself.

“Willa, you need to cut that hair.  Long hair makes you look washed out, darling. You really lucked out getting your father’s dark locks and my creamy skin.”  She shakes her head and gives me a sad look.  “You let it get too long and it makes you look pale and sickly, and old.”  She shudders.  “I’ll book you in for a trim today.  Maybe you could have it chopped right up to your ears,” she muses.  “At least it will take a while to grow back.”  She tugs on my hair and skips out of the room.

The memory shakes me and I quickly pull my hair off my face and into a bun. 

It’s funny, when people die, you only seem to remember the good times.  I’d forgotten all about that side of my mother – the side that was incredibly critical and made snide comments, constantly judging my appearance.  I can’t believe I’d totally forgotten.

Shaking off my sudden melancholy, I slide on my flip-flops, grab my handbag, and walk out to my car.

I fire up my car and drive determinedly over to the Zephyrs’ Clubhouse; a place I’ve been forbidden to go.  The two hundred dollars in my pocket is burning a hole and my rage simmers just below the surface.