Page 21 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
He smiles before his head dips again. This time his whole mouth covers my clit as he sucks and flicks me quickly. His fingers stroke me hard and deep and my legs begin to shake. I can feel myself about to come, my back arches and I scream his name as I let go. He sits up, his face glistening.
“Baby, that was beautiful.” He lifts my limp body and moves me onto the bed more. “Now it’s time for the real show.”
My eyes widen. I don’t think I could handle another one like that. I don’t even have the feeling back in my legs yet. He climbs on top of me and I can feel him pressing against my already sensitive skin.
“I have condoms. If you want me to use one I will, but I want to feel you. I want you to be mine in every way possible.”
When everything happened I had an IUD put in so I know I’m safe as far as getting pregnant. I would never consider this with any other guy. When I look in his eyes I see a man who has waited until I was ready for him. Someone who would do anything for me. Someone who I could easily fall in love with. I want to make him happy, to give him what he wants.
“Take me like this,” I say to him, my voice soft and breathy.
A groan sounds from his chest before his mouth kisses my neck. I feel him press against me and try to relax. His hand tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear, and he gives me a small kiss on the lips. It’s a simple gesture but it’s one that shows intimacy, caring, that tells me I mean something to him.
He pushes into me and I gasp at the fullness and squeeze my legs around him, my entire body going tense. After a minute I loosen my grip on him and take a few breaths. He slowly pulls out of me before sliding back in. The slow pace begins to become less uncomfortable and more pleasurable. My fingers run through his hair as he begins to speed up and plunge deeper inside of me.
“Goddamn, Trace, you feel amazing,” he whispers in my ear and I shiver. Torch sits up and pulls out of me and I groan at the loss of him. He smirks at me before pulling me up so I’m facing him on my knees.
“Turn around.”
I do as he says. His hand runs up my spine and pushes down in-between my shoulder blades. My face is pressed against the sheets when I feel him at my entrance again. He slams into me and I yelp. Fingertips press into the skin of my hipbones as he begins to move. Each thrust forcing me farther into the mattress and forcing a scream of pleasure to rip from my throat. I start to build again as a part of me wonders if my body can handle coming apart again.
I feel his hand trace around my body. His finger slowly begins to rub circles over my clit and I fist the sheets as I explode around him. I feel him tense behind me before a loud growl sounds from his chest.
The both of us collapse on the mattress.
I just took the leap with Torch.
Now there’s no going back.
Chapter Fourteen
Tracie
I wake up in the morning and for a second the heavy arm draped over me makes me panic. Then last night comes back to me. I can’t believe after all this time I finally gave in to him, not that I regret it.
Being with Torch last night felt right. Lying in his arms right now feels like home, like I’m right where I was always supposed to be. I pushed him away because he was too familiar to me, reminded me too much of the life I’ve been living. I think that is what will make us amazing. The fact that we can understand and relate to each other better than anyone else who has never been in our shoes. I’m sure the girls will be thrilled considering they have been on my ass about how dumb I was for constantly pushing him away.
His arm tightens around me. “You thinking about whether to run?”
I turn toward him. “Nope.”
“Good, ’cause after last night there is no way I’m letting you get away.” He kisses me and I let myself get lost in his kiss.
That’s when the sound of a ringing phone slices through our peaceful morning. Torch groans as he unwraps himself from me and fishes his phone out of his jeans. He stands up and I don’t hide the fact that I am blatantly ogling his ass. He winks at me with a smile before pulling on his briefs and answering the phone.
“Yeah…how the hell would I have known she would go pyro?” He looks back at me and I laugh. “I took care of it…we won’t hear from him…She’s here…yeah, man, later.” He turns toward me. “Shooter wasn’t too amused with your little fire show last night.” Shaking his head, he walks over to his dresser.
I look down at the floor realizing all I have to get changed into is that damn dress. The thing is so tight and has absolutely no appeal to me right now. Something hits me in the face and I look down to see one of Torch’s T-shirts.
“Figured that little red number was a little less appealing right now.”
“Thanks.” I smile at him. Pulling the shirt on it comes down almost to mid-thigh. Jesus. I stand in front of his mirror wondering what the hell I could do to fix this. Spotting a rubber band on his dresser I grab it knotting the shirt on the side, wrapping the band around it before tucking the knot under. This little T-shirt dress is definitely my best option right now until I can get back to my room.
Shit.
I’m going to have to walk through the clubhouse dressed like this and they’ll all know why.
“Doesn’t matter if you’re wearing my shirt or not, by the end of today everyone will know you’re mine.”
