Page 33 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
Opening her up with my thumb, I inch forward until my lips touch her sweet spot, she shivers under my touch. She tastes like the sweetest nectar; I’ve been starving for too long. My tongue slides out circling her before I latch onto her magic button and suckle. She starts to squirm under my attentions, bowing her back against the tiles causing me to place my hand across her abdomen to hold her still.
“Bart...God please...I can’t...so close...fuuuuuck!” I catch her before she falls, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Your turn.” I don’t have time to react, she’s on her knees grabbing my cock in her hand, smiling up at me. The pure man in me wants to pull her hair and fuck her mouth, however the man who loves her isn’t so sure that’s what she needs.
When her lips touch the tip of my cock I know I’m lost, this woman owns my body, and I’m gladly her slave. She swirls her tongue around my head, while simultaneously using the suction of her mouth to add just the right pressure. I try to hold still allowing her to give and take what she needs, but when she takes my hand and puts in her hair, I know what she needs isn’t sweet or loving; it’s something much more primal. Gripping her hair, I looked down at her for reassurance, when she nods her assent, I start to pump in and out of her mouth at warp speed. She gags a little at first and I almost pull back until she grips the base of my cock helping me. “Bliss...I’m not going to last much longer...” She doesn’t let up, I tighten my hold on her hair, and lose myself in her mouth stumbling backwards as she swallows it all down. “Damn Baby!” Licking her lips, she offers me a smile.
CHAPTER TWELVE
BLISS
I don’t know how he could touch me, but he did, not only did he touch me, he made me feel alive again. Killing those men, I’d felt something die inside me. I was afraid I couldn’t feel anything but emptiness, but Bart, he saved me, he was my rock as always. Could he forgive me for what I had done though, sure he’d just made me cum six ways ‘til Sunday, but did he do it because I asked him to or because he wanted to. He says he loves me, but he doesn’t know the depravity I put myself through just so I could kill Jack. Once he knew would he be able to still love me, deep down I hoped and prayed he did.
When we got out of the shower miraculously there were clothes laying on the counter. I don’t remember him bringing them in with us, and I’ll admit I got a little embarrassed thinking someone walked in while we were in the shower, doing well...what we were doing. I shook it off and started drying off and getting dressed. I hadn’t said a word to Bart since we finished. I felt like I had used him to make me feel better, something I was a little ashamed of. He deserved better than my fucked up self, I was exactly what my father had made me, a whore, and I’d just used Bart like one. I had so much to make up for with him, I needed to be worthy of his love; I’d do anything for that.
“Hey, where’s your head at because by the look on your face it’s nowhere where it needs to be. I love you, whatever happened, didn’t happen, or had to happen, it’s over, as far as I’m concerned it doesn’t matter to me. Come here.” I instantly drop my towel and fall into his arms, my safe haven, my rock, my home.
“Are you sure? Bart what I had to do to get back in with Jack...you may not be able to forgive.” He squeezes me closer, rubbing his hands along my back, but he doesn’t say a word for a while, which scares the crap out of me.
“You’re safe, you’re in my arms, and Jack can never hurt you again. That’s all that matters to me right now.” Right now, like eventually he’s going to want to know, or eventually when he does know it will be a different story, but for now I’ll take it. I shiver in the cold air, and he swats me on the ass as he pushes me towards the clothes. “Get dressed before you catch your death woman, now that I’ve had you back in my arms, I won’t be letting you out of them anytime soon.”
At least I knew he liked my body, and what I could do for him, the rest I’d find out about later. As much as I want to believe this is forever, I know that things can change with a flick of a wrist. “What happens now Bart? The cops...should I turn myself in?” He makes this sound in the back of his throat in derision, like I should know better than to ask that.
“It’s been taken care of, don’t worry about that. Let’s get you home, Pops and everyone else is worried sick about you.” Oh shit, Pops, I was going to have to face him, he deserved the biggest fucking apology ever. He’d always been a good dad to me, and as soon as he let his guard down in therapy what did I do, I fucked it all to hell, just like Bart, he deserved better than me. I needed to figure out a way to make it up to him, something to show him how much he meant to me. Damn I had some shit to fix; it was starting to weigh me down.
Once we’re dressed I dread exiting the bathroom, I know what awaits me on the other side of the door, the gruesome scene we left behind, I can still see it when I close my eyes. “It’s alright Baby, if you want to close your eyes I’ll guide you out of the hotel room.” My savior once again, but even with my eyes shut I can still see it, so I take a steadying breath and turn the door knob.
“No, I can do this. I won’t say I’m alright, but I can do this.” Stepping outside the bathroom, I’m shocked by what greets me, I expect to see the bloody mess we left, instead I see men in what looks like biohazard suits straightening the furniture, wiping down walls, all the wooden surfaces, and placing everything back where it was. The blood is gone, the bodies are gone, the evidence wiped away like it never happened. I turn a stunned face toward Bart, who simply shrugs his shoulders.
“I didn’t expect them to be done this fast, but eh, these are the guys you call when shit needs to disappear. Now let’s go so they can finish with our clothes and the bathroom.” He’s rushing me out of the room as I’m gawking at these men methodically working, they don’t even stop to glance my way.
When we get downstairs the receptionist looks over at us, Bart walks over to her, slides something across the counter at her, and she’s smiling back at him, nodding her head. He walks back to me grinning, great he just gave some bitch his phone number so he could hook up with her when he’s done babying me. “Did she give you her number too?” Yes, it’s a bitchy thing to say, I don’t know what made me be catty, but he was just fucking me against the damn shower upstairs and now he’s hitting on someone else.
“I just paid her off Babe, really you think with your taste still on my tongue I can think of anything else but getting inside that sweet ass pussy of yours. Unless you like her, I’d be willing to share you with her, but just so I can watch her lick that sweet pussy of yours.” Rolling my eyes while smiling at him, how he makes me horny and annoyed in the same sentence I’ll never know. Slapping him against the chest I glance over at the receptionist giving us the deer in the headlight look.
“Baby, she couldn’t handle me let alone both of us, we need a strong woman we can share, not some pathetic coward like her.” He laughs, really laughs at my response, it feels good to hear laughter again, genuine laughter from either of us.
“You’re right Babe, we might break her, then we’d have to put her back together; we ain’t got time for that shit. Let’s get you home, I have a feeling we’re both in for a tongue lashing, and not in a good way when we get there.” Yeah, I was pretty sure we were going to get a long lecture from Pops when we got home, but instead of feeling apprehensive, I was looking forward to it. When Pops lectured, it was because he loved you, and I needed to feel that from him again.
