Page 5 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
BLISS
I’m not sure how long I slept, but I awaken to the door opening and light spilling in, it’s Bart. He’s staggering towards the bed, taking his clothes off as he goes. I should say something, but the words are stuck in my throat as I see his naked chest. He’s even more gorgeous without clothes, his chest is like a solid mass of muscles, a light dusting of hair follows a path down his abs to his stomach, disappearing into his jeans. When he reaches for his button I come fully aware that he’s about to get in bed with me.
“Bart, what are you doing?” He looks up at me with a perplexed look on his face, like he’s shocked to see me in my bed.
“Even in my dreams you haunt me, always haunting me, never allowed to touch you. If I touch you, you will disappear won’t you, God you’re so beautiful, all I want to do is touch you. Let me touch you, please don’t disappear if I touch you this time.” I’m speechless, he thinks he’s dreaming, but of who I’m not sure. When he reaches out to touch my face and sighs I’m a goner. He can hate me later for what I was about to do, but I was going to take a piece of him with me.
Turning into his hand I kiss his palm, and suddenly he’s pulling me up towards him, gripping my head, slamming his lips against mine. The instant rush I feel is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, it’s like butterflies are fighting to escape from my stomach. His hands are everywhere at once, pulling the straps to my dress, unleashing my breasts.
“God, why do you taunt me so much, Bliss. Let me love you tonight, don’t disappear on me this time.” My brain shuts off when he says my name, it’s me he’s dreaming about. I arch into his hands as he squeezes my breasts together, licking and nipping at my nipples, I can feel my panties getting wet, I don’t want him to stop.
Grabbing for his jeans, I help him pull them down over his hips. He takes over and somehow divests himself of his jeans while still lavishing attention on my aching breasts, my nipples feel like they could cut diamonds, they are so hard. Laying me back on the bed, he starts to pull my clothes off my body, kissing me all over as he goes, once he reaches my panties he lets out a growl.
“Fuck me and my imagination, a lace thong, and you’re bare.” I know at this point I should correct him because he’ll wake up tomorrow and regret this, but hearing him call my name was too much, I know he wants this, he’s just too afraid to do anything about it. I just want one night of happiness for me, I’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow.
His mouth descends on my core, pulling my thong up and between my lips, rubbing the fabric against my clit, I’m so close, I whimper when he stops, only to yelp when he tears my thong completely from my body. He thrusts his tongue deep into my core, I can’t hold back, I explode on his tongue. That doesn’t stop his assault, he keeps licking my juices, growling out his approval.
I’m still shaking from my orgasm when he makes his way up my body to kiss me, I thought I’d be grossed out by tasting myself on his lips, but once his tongue enters my mouth that thought was lost. It’s not until I feel him at my entrance that I momentarily freeze up, he’s going to take my virginity.
“Bart wait, aaaah fuck!” It’s too late and by the look in his eyes he knows he’s not dreaming now.
“Oh shit, Bliss, why didn’t you stop me.” He looks so pitiful looking down at me, I almost feel sorry for what I did, almost. His mind catches up and he starts to pull out.
“Bartholomew Stone, don’t you dare leave me like this, you started this, you finish it, I deserve at least that from you.” I lock my ankles together making him stay seated inside me so he gets the point, yeah it’s a pretty shitty way to get what I want, but he needs a push. Touching his forehead to mine, I think for a second he’s going to fight me, until he starts moving his hips, I hiss out a breath as the first blossoms of pleasure start to mount, he freezes.
“Did I hurt you? I’m trying to take it nice and slow.” Good gravy this man was going to be the death of me.
“Bart, no you didn’t hurt me, but if you don’t start moving again, I might hurt you.” He chuckles a little in response, but he starts to move again. God does he move, at first it’s in slow shallow thrusts, working up to harder, deeper ones, I can feel every inch of him. He’s up on his knees gripping my hips; it feels like I’m going to shatter into a million pieces.
“Oh God, Bart, please.” I don’t know what I’m begging him for, but I know he has the answer.
“I know what you need Bliss, hold on baby, I’m going to take you there with me, just a little longer. Fuck, you feel better than I imagined.” He switches positions, gripping my breasts, squeezing them, as he speeds up his pace, then he flicks my clit with his thumb. I can’t hold back any longer; I cum so hard that I see a million bright lights behind my eyelids; he’s right behind me falling over the edge. Collapsing on top of me, his weight makes me feel safe, secure, and then he’s snoring. He passed out on top of me, I can feel his breath against my neck as I fall asleep.
When I wake up in the morning he’s gone, if it wasn’t for the soreness between my legs, and the blood on the sheets, I’d swear I was the one who’d been dreaming. I’m pissed, he just left, after the night we shared, he just left me. Throwing the covers back, I stormed into the bathroom, I needed to shower and dress before I confronted him.
Dressed in my typical jeans and a tank, I headed out to the clubhouse in search of the one man who had the power to break me. Running into Castor instead, I tried to act normal.
“Hey Pop, you seen Bart around anywhere?”
“Yeah, he asked to leave early for Italy, said he thought about it and he needed to really get over there to get things straight for us. He left for the airport about an hour ago, didn’t he say goodbye to you?” He left, ran away from me, from us, I needed to get away before Castor could ask too many questions.
“No, he didn’t Pop, you know him, I’m the least of his worries, I was just wanting to thank him for his graduation gift. Thanks again Pop for the great party last night, it was very memorable.” Walking away as quickly as possible, I waited until I was out of his sight before I ran outside. I kept running until I knew no one else could hear me, and I let loose a wail to herald the coming of the end. Dropping to my knees I cried to the heavens, begging them why they would show me such joy only to rip it away from me.
That’s how Castor found me, I’m not sure how much time had passed, but he picked me up and carried me back to the clubhouse, like I weighed nothing. Just like he used to when I’d have nightmares, he tucked me in bed, kissed my forehead, and waited for me to talk. He was amazing like that, he always just waited until I was ready to talk about whatever nightmares were hounding me. I didn’t think I could tell him this time what the cause for my pain was.
“You wanna tell me what happened between you two, or should I guess? Don’t look so surprised, you’ve been mooning over him for years, while he’s been trying to avoid mooning over you for just as long. I love you both, but you are two of the most stubborn, most willful children a man could ask for. Him and his crazy notions of what’s good for you, and you thinking he hates you.” I thought I was out of tears, turns out I wasn’t, Castor just held me close while I soaked his t-shirt.
“Pop, I don’t know what happened. He.... we....and then he left without a word. If he didn’t hate me before, he does now, and I wouldn’t blame him.” Pulling back from me, Castor brushes my hair out of my face.
“Oh honey, he doesn’t hate you, he’s never hated you, he’s always loved you. I think since that first day you came into our lives, if not soon after. He’s lived to protect you from all of this, to shield you from everything we do, that and he’s got some crazy idea about what he has to do before he can have you, to be worthy of you. I knew he ran off for some crazy reason, I should have stopped him, I’m sorry darlin’.”
“What do you mean become worthy of me? I’m the one who’s never been worthy of him, I’m.... well you know what I am.” Looking at me with shock, Castor stands up and starts pacing the floor.
“What in the world are you talking about? What your.... what that bastard made you do doesn’t make you anything, you are my daughter now, remember. You are good and pure; you are everything I’ve done right in my life. Never for a minute think you are unworthy of anyone. Bart loves you, give him some time to get his head out of his ass, in the meantime work on that degree you want so badly.” I’ve given Bart the last four years, and after the night we shared, I can’t give him anymore, if he really wanted to be with me, if he really loved me, he would have stayed.
“I can’t give him anymore time Pops, I’ve already given him four years, I can’t give him more.” Getting out of bed, I walk over to where Castor is still pacing, placing my hand on his arm to stop him. Getting up on my tippy toes, I place a kiss on his cheek.
“Bliss, if you only knew how much we both love you, I like a father, and him like.... well like a husband. Someday I hope he gets his shit together and realizes what he’s missing out on before it’s too late. Just promise me if he comes to make amends you’ll at least hear him out?”
