Tig rose to his knees and pulled his shirt over his head revealing his bare chest and tattoos. The hair on his chest trailed down into the waistband of his jeans and I could see where his cock strained for release.
I watched with my mouth agape as his hands unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans. I gulped down the lump in my throat and made my decision. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it aside.
Tig let out a shaky breath as his fingers played with the top of my shorts. “You sure about this, no going back once it's done…”
“I…I want to…” I was nervous but very sure. I wanted him…wanted him to make me feel good, like he had before.
Tig wasted no time in grabbing my hips and kissing his way up my body as he pushed down my shorts. I kicked them off as he freed himself from his jeans.
“You ok, babe?” He asked as he covered my body with his. “We can stop whenever you want, just tap out when you need to, ok?”
“Yeah, I’m ok. I will,” I whispered, trying not to let my trembling be too noticeable as he reached down between us and positioned himself against my closed entrance.
“Just breathe, hun,” Tig whispered, his breath tickling my ear as he pressed himself a little further,”I’ll try to make this as easy as I can.”
“Ah..” I gasped at the sudden give as Tig pressed into me and my hymen broke, “Tss shit..” I felt a little gush that trickled down my ass to the bed and I hoped it wasn’t blood. “Fuck…” I tried to breathe away the burning stretch his cock had created but as he was buried inside me, it was not going away anytime soon.
“Worst is over, baby girl, mmmm” Tigs voice was strained and his muscles tense. Had I the experience to know why, I’d have realised just how much the older man was having to hold himself back.
“Ok…ok…” I breathed, my palms pressing against his shoulders and my fingers splayed and rigid, “I’m ok.”
“Relax a little if you can, it makes it easier…I’m gonna give it a push, ok…?”
“Mmhhmmm,” I pulled in deep breath after breath and blew the discomfort away as Tig slid himself all the way in. His body trembled with the effort of controlling his instincts. Everything in him wanted to absolutely destroy me.
“Baby…?” Tig held himself still as he filled me completely, his voice taut and strained “I’m gonna move now, is that ok?”
I caught his meaning immediately, he was going to fuck me. Let himself go and do what he needed to to get off.
“I’m ready…I can handle it,” I clung to him, bracing myself for what was to come. I was intelligent enough to know that it was not going to be like the movies and I was not going to have fun.
Tig pulled out slowly and began to move. His strong thrusts built up until his hips were steadily slamming into mine. It was uncomfortable to say the least but I was filled with so much emotion that it didn’t really matter. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop. His closeness and his weight just made me want to melt into him, it was wonderful.
The noises he made were just as thrilling. His quiet grunts and moans as he kissed and suckled on my throat were unbelievably sexy. His hands gripped the back of my thighs tightly enough to bruise and I wanted it, I wanted it all. I wanted him to mark me, so that everyone could see that I was owned…wanted.
“Baby…fuck, baby…I’m gonna come soon…so fuckin’ mmm...” Tig was coiled tight and ready to go.
I felt a pang of disappointment that it would be over so soon and I clung to him tightly, breathing him in. Trying to capture each moment in my memories as his movements became a little more erratic. Suddenly he pulled out his dick and with a groan he came on my belly, gasping erotically with every pulse. His eyes screwed up against the pleasure.
He collapsed on top of me and groaned into the crook of my neck. He took a deep breath as he came back to himself, and chuckled quietly into me. His hands held my thighs a little less tightly and his thumbs stroked the soft skin at the top of my legs, gently.
“That was…intense,” I giggled, feeling lighter than I had before. Though the gravity of the moment weighed heavy and intimate.
“Ooh she liked it,” Tig teased, squeezing my thighs until I squealed. The noises he elicited were recklessly loud and sure to be heard by my parents down the hall.
“No! Shh shh,” I squirmed beneath him, swatting him playfully, “they’re gonna hear us.”
Tig reluctantly halted his tickling and gazed down at me with a smile “You ok though? You did like it, right?” Tig asked as he brought himself so that we were nose to nose “Enough to wanna do it again?” He asked, hopefully, “It gets better, every time…”
I smiled shyly and nodded my head. His infectious happiness leached into me, “Was it ok…?
“Oh, baby…” Tig smiled, “so fuckin’ good!”
“Yeah…really?” It was a relief, I was so worried that I would do something wrong or that I would disappoint him.
“Oh yeah…pussy is always good…and yours is even better…coz it’s mine.” He smiled and tilted his head, kissing me deeply and possessively as he assumed ownership. Which I was more than ok with.
“What if they hear…?” I speak in a hushed tone, realising my mom and her boyfriend were down the hall.
Tig rose to his knees and pulled his shirt over his head revealing his bare chest and tattoos. The hair on his chest trailed down into the waistband of his jeans and I could see where his cock strained for release.
I watched with my mouth agape as his hands unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans. I gulped down the lump in my throat and made my decision. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it aside.
Tig let out a shaky breath as his fingers played with the top of my shorts. “You sure about this, no going back once it's done…”
“I…I want to…” I was nervous but very sure. I wanted him…wanted him to make me feel good, like he had before.
Tig wasted no time in grabbing my hips and kissing his way up my body as he pushed down my shorts. I kicked them off as he freed himself from his jeans.
“You ok, babe?” He asked as he covered my body with his. “We can stop whenever you want, just tap out when you need to, ok?”
“Yeah, I’m ok. I will,” I whispered, trying not to let my trembling be too noticeable as he reached down between us and positioned himself against my closed entrance.
“Just breathe, hun,” Tig whispered, his breath tickling my ear as he pressed himself a little further,”I’ll try to make this as easy as I can.”
“Ah..” I gasped at the sudden give as Tig pressed into me and my hymen broke, “Tss shit..” I felt a little gush that trickled down my ass to the bed and I hoped it wasn’t blood. “Fuck…” I tried to breathe away the burning stretch his cock had created but as he was buried inside me, it was not going away anytime soon.
“Worst is over, baby girl, mmmm” Tigs voice was strained and his muscles tense. Had I the experience to know why, I’d have realised just how much the older man was having to hold himself back.
“Ok…ok…” I breathed, my palms pressing against his shoulders and my fingers splayed and rigid, “I’m ok.”
“Relax a little if you can, it makes it easier…I’m gonna give it a push, ok…?”
“Mmhhmmm,” I pulled in deep breath after breath and blew the discomfort away as Tig slid himself all the way in. His body trembled with the effort of controlling his instincts. Everything in him wanted to absolutely destroy me.
“Baby…?” Tig held himself still as he filled me completely, his voice taut and strained “I’m gonna move now, is that ok?”
I caught his meaning immediately, he was going to fuck me. Let himself go and do what he needed to to get off.
“I’m ready…I can handle it,” I clung to him, bracing myself for what was to come. I was intelligent enough to know that it was not going to be like the movies and I was not going to have fun.
Tig pulled out slowly and began to move. His strong thrusts built up until his hips were steadily slamming into mine. It was uncomfortable to say the least but I was filled with so much emotion that it didn’t really matter. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop. His closeness and his weight just made me want to melt into him, it was wonderful.
The noises he made were just as thrilling. His quiet grunts and moans as he kissed and suckled on my throat were unbelievably sexy. His hands gripped the back of my thighs tightly enough to bruise and I wanted it, I wanted it all. I wanted him to mark me, so that everyone could see that I was owned…wanted.
“Baby…fuck, baby…I’m gonna come soon…so fuckin’ mmm...” Tig was coiled tight and ready to go.
I felt a pang of disappointment that it would be over so soon and I clung to him tightly, breathing him in. Trying to capture each moment in my memories as his movements became a little more erratic. Suddenly he pulled out his dick and with a groan he came on my belly, gasping erotically with every pulse. His eyes screwed up against the pleasure.
He collapsed on top of me and groaned into the crook of my neck. He took a deep breath as he came back to himself, and chuckled quietly into me. His hands held my thighs a little less tightly and his thumbs stroked the soft skin at the top of my legs, gently.
“That was…intense,” I giggled, feeling lighter than I had before. Though the gravity of the moment weighed heavy and intimate.
“Ooh she liked it,” Tig teased, squeezing my thighs until I squealed. The noises he elicited were recklessly loud and sure to be heard by my parents down the hall.
“No! Shh shh,” I squirmed beneath him, swatting him playfully, “they’re gonna hear us.”
Tig reluctantly halted his tickling and gazed down at me with a smile “You ok though? You did like it, right?” Tig asked as he brought himself so that we were nose to nose “Enough to wanna do it again?” He asked, hopefully, “It gets better, every time…”
I smiled shyly and nodded my head. His infectious happiness leached into me, “Was it ok…?
“Oh, baby…” Tig smiled, “so fuckin’ good!”
“Yeah…really?” It was a relief, I was so worried that I would do something wrong or that I would disappoint him.
“Oh yeah…pussy is always good…and yours is even better…coz it’s mine.” He smiled and tilted his head, kissing me deeply and possessively as he assumed ownership. Which I was more than ok with.
“Tig…! What are you doing up here, you're gonna fall!” I gasped as I opened my window and I saw his red face, sweating from the climb up the trellis. He had the look of a man that was currently regretting his life choices.
“Well let me in if your so fucking worried, Jesus…” he hissed as he clung to the ledge. I slid up the window fully and stood back as I watched him climb in and tumble to the floor breathlessly.
“I wanted to see you…when you ran off this afternoon I was worried that what happened had…I don’t know…freaked you out a little…” he wheezed, “and…i thought it would be romantic…” he added quietly.
As much as I tried to be mad at Tig I couldn’t help but blush “Romantic? Really? You could have broken you fucking neck! And don’t you think you’re a little ol…”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” He hissed trying to look annoyed but failing miserably. “Damn smartass!” he chuckled.
“Well it's true. You could have fallen!” I sat on my bed and watched him stand, groaning as he pulled himself up.
“Aww, you worried about me…?” he remarked with a smug grin as he stood up and stretched.
“I’m worried my mom will find you whining in the driveway, you ass! Can you imagine what she’d have to say about you trying to get into my window! She’d call the cops and you’d go to jail!”
Tig chuckled quietly and took a seat next to me on my bed. “I think the cops have bigger things to worry about than me seeing a girl that's five months off the age of consent.”
“With your rap sheet? Your feet wouldn’t touch the floor and you know it!” As I spoke I noticed the odd half smile and far away gaze that had graced his handsome features and that damn twinkle almost stopped my heart.
He was silent. Just, staring right back then he raised his hand and took out my claw clip, letting my hair loose.
“You’re a pretty girl, you know that?” He whispered intimately as he leaned a little closer.“In fact, in a few more years I bet you’re gonna be beautiful. A real stunner.”
I felt the blush creeping up my cheeks and I looked away as his clear blue gaze began to send the butterflies in my tummy south.
“Can I kiss you again?” He whispered as he searched my face intently. A small smile playing on his lips. And when I nodded Tig moved toward me slowly, closing the distance between us. I could feel his warm breath on my face as he hovered and I closed my eyes as his soft lips claimed mine.
A quiet little moan escaped my mouth as our gentle kissing started to warm up. Our tongues gliding and pressing over each other sensually as our bodies awoke. His hand cupped the back of my neck in gentle possession as we made out slowly, just like he taught me. My hands came to rest on his chest and I clutched at the leather of his kutte before my arms slid up to encircle his neck. I pressed my body as close as I could and I felt his arm snake around my waist.
I didn’t mind at all when Tig pressed me back onto my childhood bed, shrugging out of his kutte and settling between my legs in the cradle of my hips. I wanted it. I could feel him, he was hard in his jeans and it turned me on so much to know that I affected a grown man this way. That the older biker and hardened criminal had climbed up the side of my house just to get to me.
Tig began to rock his hips as he kissed me, grinding his hard on into me like a desperate teenager. The feeling was indescribable and he soon found his rhythm, moaning quietly into my mouth as we dry humped slowly. The thin cotton of my pajama shorts no match for his denim covered arousal. The pleasure was overwhelming and it made me want so much more. The aching tingle spread warmly throughout my pussy and into my butt cheeks and thighs. Aches that elicited hushed moans and eye-rolling silent groans.
“Fuck…that feels so…good,” i panted quietly against his lips as we french kissed passionately. His mouth. His weight. His hips, all those things combined, were driving me crazy. He was already like air to me and I needed him more than I needed my next breath. I was so hungry for his lips and his tongue…the very same that had made me come earlier in the day during a lazy summer afternoon on his couch.
He nipped my bottom lip playfully “You, ah…wanna step it up?” His blue eyes were blown full dark with lust and his voice held a pleading edge. “Let me take care of you, baby girl…
You fidget. Unable to relax. This was new. Very new. Barely even been kissed and here you are being eaten out by the next door neighbour.
A summer afternoon spent with Tig was always something to look forward to. You had made friends talking over the fence and smoking together. Gradually it had moved from talking in the yard to watching movies on his couch and getting high when your Mom was at work. He had never once made you feel unsafe or uncomfortable and for you, the friendly relationship had blossomed into a crush.
This particular afternoon the both of you were watching a horror movie and passing a j between each other. A slasher movie full of blood soaked tits. When the ubiquitous sex scene came on the screen you both went kinda quiet and the air seemed to change. As the scene unfolded before you the air seemed to become charged with anticipation. The naked blonde on the t.v was bouncing on the guy's lap, as the killer advanced from behind axe in hand. You couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement and a little tingle between your legs.
“You a virgin?” Tig asked, like it was nothing. He was looking at you intently, waiting for you to answer.
“Um…wow, where did that come from?” you tried to laugh off the question but he of course persisted.
“Yes or no,” he smiled, loving the sight of you squirming beneath his gaze.
You stare at him for a moment wondering if you should just leave… but you don’t want to. No, you want to see where this goes.
“Ok, yeah I am. Why?” He seemed mildly shocked and the awkward silence that was growing between you needed to be filled, “I’m an awkward teenager that smokes weed with the creepy biker guy next door. Is it really a surprise?”
“Woah, woah! Creepy?” He laughed, seeing the funny side immediately, “Wow! and I thought we were friends!
“Well there are people that may consider this grooming. I’m sure we had a talk about shit like this at school. In fact they showed us a picture that looked just like…” you looked at him with mock surprise.
“Yeah, yeah…deflecting with humour, I gotcha. I do it too,” he smiled, that little twinkle in his eyes that drew you in. Like an angler fish. “So you really never been touched?”
You shook your head and took a sip of your soda. “Never been kissed, actually,” you savoured his reaction, “I don’t really attract that kind of attention.”
“Nah,” he smiled and shook his head in disbelief, “how old are you again?” He asked, turning his body towards you.
“Ugh, why? You gonna make fun of me? You had never told anyone what you just told Tig. There was no one to tell really. You relented, realising that you were being silly, “I’m seventeen.” You say finally, waiting for the inevitable questions.
But there were no questions Tig grabbed you by the chin and kissed you full on the lips. Taking your breath away. It was no peck either. His lips overlapped with yours and he gently teased open your mouth with them, slowly introducing his warm tongue to yours. It was a masterclass in how to kiss from an experienced older man. His hand moved to cup the back of your head when he thought that you were ready to deepen the kiss. He tilted his head and opened his mouth, guiding you with his skilled tongue. You hummed and grasped his wrist, meeting his movements. Your heart felt like it would burst out of your chest and your pussy ached painfully. Then just as you found your rhythm he pulled away with a grin.
“There ya go, now you’ve been kissed,” he wiggled his eyebrows and looked extremely pleased with himself. Returning his attention to the movie and drinking his beer.
Your face was flushed as you sat stock still, contemplating what the hell had just happened. Your body's reaction throbbing in your panties. “You kissed me…” you managed to say as you tried to process it.
“Yeah? You said you’d never been kissed. So I fixed it,” he said with a smirk.
“…Why’d you stop?” I asked quietly,
Tig stopped mid drink and gave you an amused side eye. “Ooh she liked it,” he teased.
You rolled your eyes and smiled feeling more than a little embarrassed for asking him that. Of course he stopped, he was just teasing you. Like he always does. You are intelligent enough to realise that you are too young for this - for him and you stand awkwardly.
“Hey, hey…you don’t have to go,”
“I should though, shouldn’t I?”
Tig stood a little too close, it was electrifying. “Yeah I guess…” he answered, though he didn’t sound very convinced. He gazed down upon you with his ridiculously blue eyes and searched your face for permission.
You bit your lip as you gazed back not knowing what to say to make this happen. ‘Make what happen?’ You thought, ‘your way out of your depth here, kid.’
“You want me to kiss you again?” He asked, placing his hand on the back of my neck.
“Yeah,” you breathed, uneasily. You didn’t want him to laugh at you again.
He licked his dry lips and pulled you close with his other hand, kissing you softly. He was so much more careful and considerate this time. He wasn’t trying to claim anything, he just wanted to make you feel good and oh god it did. The butterflies were escaping from your tummy and into your chest making your heart flutter but you lean into it. Kiss him back just how he showed you. You could hear the wet noises your mouths were making, it made you hungry for more and now that you knew what you were doing you chased his heat, matching his passion.
His hands slid down to your ass and pulled your hips against his body. It made your summer dress ride up your thighs, exposing your panties. His hot lips moved away from yours and down to your neck, kissing and gently biting the delicate skin. You let out a little gasp and arched your neck, it felt divine. Sending lightning to your pussy. Tigs fingers gathered up the hem of your cotton dress, sliding his hands beneath the cloth of your underwear and putting his bare hands on your skin. It happened fast and you didn’t quite know how to react to the sexual touching other than to pull away.
“I…” you began breathlessly, missing his arms immediately. Tig was equally breathless and flushed but his features were filled with regret.
“I’m sorry, that was too fast,” he said, passing his hand through his hair.
All at once you seemed to decide a lot of things. Just looking at him was driving you crazy. Like you didn’t know what to do with yourself other than run back into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, trying to communicate everything you didn’t know how to say into it.
Your feet left the floor and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Tig spun you around and took you back to the couch, laying you down and covering you with his body. Feeling his weight between your legs as he kissed you made you ache and squirm around, needing the friction from his jeans more than your next breath. He knew it. Grinding into you and groaning into your mouth. You realise that you can feel his dick beneath the denim and it sends an aching thrill through your body and a feeling of deep trepidation.
Tig picks up on the change in your body language and pulls back, “you ok darlin?”
You decide to just be honest, “I can feel your dick. I don’t think I’m ready.”
“Hot as that is baby…so fuckin’ hot, we don’t have to do that if your not ready, I mean I am, obviously. Honey, I wanna fuck the shit outta you! But there's other stuff we can do…”
“Like what?” You asked innocently, relieved that he wasn’t going to push it.
“Take off your panties for me baby,” he said with a shark-like grin.
“I don’t know…umm…Ok…? “ you stammer as you move to do as you're told. Tig took off his white t - shirt and threw it aside.
“I bet you got a sweet little pussy, baby… lemme see.” He motioned with his head for you to spread your thighs for him as he unbuckled his belt. “Don’t be shy,” he said gently when he saw the indecision in your eyes, “I bet it's real pretty.”
Your eyes widen as you listen to his dirty talk. You had never heard anyone speak like that outside of a movie.
“Relax,” he smiled disarmingly with that little twinkle in his pretty blue eyes, “no penetration, cross my heart.” He crossed his body with his fingers and kissed the tips as he spoke, smiling that damn smile.
You opened your legs tentatively, avoiding his hungry gaze as your cheeks blazed with shame. You hear him click his tongue, chiding you gently for being embarrassed. “Oh honey…,” your eyes met his once again, and you melted beneath his gaze. “Baby, you're beautiful. Your pussy is beautiful.” He unzipped his jeans but didn’t take his dick out. You probably would have died right there if he had.
“This isn’t gonna hurt one bit, baby…just relax for Daddy and I’ll blow your fuckin mind,” he knelt between your legs and parted your trembling knees a little wider. Making your tummy turn over. You pull a couch cushion over your face with a squeal feeling the embarrassment keenly.
You don’t have to wait for him to begin. He parts your folds and dives right in.His soft tongue laps so…so… gently at your clit. Easing your virgin cunt into unbelievable new sensations. You let out a shuddering breath as you become accustomed to the pleasure. Sinful moans escaped your lips between indecisive pleas for mercy. His mouth had you somewhere between heaven and hell. Suspended in a warm aching haze of infinite pleasure.
“Tig…” you sighed his name and finally figured out what to do with your hand. It tangled in his curly black hair, as your hips began to rise and fall unbidden. The other stifled your moans when they grew too loud for comfort. The patio doors were open after all and your mom could be home from work at any moment.
He answered you with a long satisfied hum. Watching you arch your neck when he sucked on your clit. His experienced tongue laving your pussy with fervour. Sliding it up and down, probing the skin that covered your closed entrance before returning to spoil your tingling bud with his skilled muscle.
The pleasure was soon too much to bear. Your tummy was coiled tight as you teetered on the edge of something you had never experienced. It was all too much but you wanted more. As much as he could give you. You tingled unbearably in places that had only just been awakened by his touch.
You panted loudly and your legs trembled. Sweat prickled your skin… then it happened. You fell spectacularly into a mindless aching pool of throbbing delight. A smile, wide and strained, wreathed your face and your eyes rolled to the whites. Tig had to hold down your bucking hips to continue eating you through it.
Tig rose, wiping his dripping chin with the back of his hand. A triumphant smile, equal parts smug and proud on his face. As he looked down at the quivering mess he had made of you.
“Oh my god.” You push the damp hair away from your sticky forehead as you stare vacantly at the ceiling. You felt Tig crawl over you, your hands rising almost instinctively to guide him.
“How’d that feel, Princess?” He asked smugly as he stared down at you with those damn eyes.
“Good…so good,” you say, still breathless from your orgasm. He leaned down and peppered your face with little kisses, making you giggle girlishly.
“You want another one?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lip as he pressed his hips into yours. Letting you feel his cock, big and hard in his unzipped jeans.
But even if you had dared to take him up on his offer your afternoon activities were rudely interrupted by the sound of your Moms truck pulling into the driveway from across the yards.
“Shit!” You pulled down your dress and jumped up, you spun around in a tizzy looking for your underwear. It was nowhere to be seen but you had no time and as you tried to run out through the open glass doors Tig pulled you back and kissed you hard whilst he shoved a couple of grams of weed into your pocket before he let you run home. Watching you climb the shared fence with a faraway smile. Your balled up panties clutched tightly in his hand
He sat up and passed his palms over his face as he gazed out the windshield into the night and exhaled loudly, “Nah...I'm ok, Darlin’. You?” He glances at my shaking hands and leans over to gently pry the gun from my white knuckle death grip, placing it on the dash in his eyeline and within easy reach should he need it.
Her eyes quickly scan his body looking for blood, not quite believing that he came out of the fire fight unscathed, “Oh, thank fuck. I thought for sure that you…that they…No. I’m not hurt….Oh my God…I just…I killed somebody…” She was starting to ramble as the adrenaline wore off, her wrist hurt and she began to notice the sharp throb caused by the kick back.
He turned to her shaking his head emphatically and tried to stop her train of thought before it overtook her, “Hey, hey come on…it’s ok. You did good. You did so fuckin’ good! You saved my life…and yours too. You think they would have let you go? Nah, Hun…they don’t play like that…bastards would have tapped you in the head like it was nothing.” His eyes seemed to look at her differently, with a hint of vulnerability that she hadn’t seen before. “I need to call this in, ok? I can leave out your part…if you want? I can say you were in the truck and you didn’t see anything.”
With a nod she agrees to keep what had happened tonight a secret just between them, not knowing what the club would do if they knew she had done something she had no right getting caught up in. Or what the retribution would look like, especially since she didn’t have the level of protection that Juice had. “Who were they, do you think?”
“Fuck knows. If we’re lucky it was just a couple of junkies trying to rob us. I'm thinking it was AB though. We’re beefin’ with em’hard right now…I’m sorry…Sorry you got involved, sorry you had to do…that.” he adds with a shuddering sigh, knowing all too well how it will stain her soul, wake her in the night and haunt her quiet moments forever.
Juice takes out an old flip phone and calls someone, Chibs, it sounds like and they talk for a while as she sits there quietly listening to him telling the unfortunate tale, thankfully omitting any part she had played in it and gleaning from it that a car is being sent for them. When it arrives Juice tells her to wait in the truck as he gets out to discuss the next steps with a couple of Sons and she feels slightly unnerved when he gestures to her and they look over but she needn’t have worried as they merely exchange rides and part ways.
The whole drive back is silent and when they arrive at the garage they sit for a while, tired yet grateful to be coming home. The sun is coming up and it's hard to believe how fast it all happened. One minute you’re complaining that you’re bored the next…well…you wish you were still bored…because some things you can’t ever take back. Some things though, she can; and she fully intended to.
“Hey, j? She begins, “I'm sorry for being a dick to you in the office earlier, it just came out before I even thought. I know I'm an asshole but right then I really didn’t mean to be.” She lets out a shuddering sigh and leans her head back on the rest, her eyes closed. Apologising was not her strong suit but it was something she could get behind working on.
“Don’t worry bout’ that shit. I got thick skin. An if I ain’t used to you by now...”he chuckles and attempts to wave away her apology but she doesn’t let him.
“No. No…I can be a cold ass bitch. I just want you to know that out of everyone I kinda…feel like you deserve it the least…” Her words are grudging but heartfelt and it shows, “If you’d have…” she trails off as a wave of emotion threatens to take her out.
Juice had the good grace to look away, giving her a moment, “Look. I ain’t gonna forget what you did for me tonight…you need anything, i'm your man. Always…” When he looks at her again it's almost shocking and it takes him a beat to react. He tentatively reaches out and wipes the tears from her cheeks and pulls her into a much needed hug.
“Shhh…I gotcha.” He whispered as he held her tightly, his hand rubbing her back in slow circles as she sobs into his shoulder. He holds her for as long as she needs, swaying her gently and not letting go until she pulls away. He cups her cheeks and presses his forehead against hers, “You are a pain in my ass, Princess,” he smiles sadly, “but I am damn glad that you were watchin’ my back tonight.” Juice was done waiting. Done thinking that he wasn’t good enough for her. Done making excuses to not bring her in and never let her go. He was claiming her as his, pure and simple and it was happening right now.
Gazing into his deep smouldering brown eyes, her breath mingled with his and the air became infused with need. A need for comfort and safety and above all a need to be utterly enveloped in his strong arms. She pressed her tear damp lips to his in a soft yet desperate kiss which he gently returned. Cupping the back of her neck he pulled her in, slipping his tongue between her parted lips as he tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Long, languorous and intimate, every lick of his tongue stoked the embers of her arousal. When they part for breath, their lips still touch, betraying the deep attraction that they felt for each other.
“Fuck…nothing quite like a brush with death to light a fire under your ass, huh?” Juice whispered, “You sure about this? You’ve been through hell tonight…you want me to stop, I’ll sto-”
The little growl he made when she pulled him back in went straight to her core. Spreading an aching wetness through her lips and folds. Mirroring her urgency he lifts her smaller form with ease over the console between them to straddle his lap, fully reclining the seat and taking her down with him. Their tongues press and glide sinuously together whilst Juice's strong hands slide down her back to cup her ass, squeezing the generous flesh and grinding her against his rapidly hardening cock.
The need to feel his warm olive skin on hers is maddening, she pulls off her hoodie and t-shirt and casts the unwanted barriers aside as he gazes up at her, awed by the sight. Hands that had lain on her hips now twitched restlessly as he enjoyed the show that he had imagined countless times in his quiet moments, until he saw those perfect lace covered mounds and he couldn’t resist returning his rough hands to her soft skin. Gliding them up to her waist to cup her firm breasts and test their weight in his hands before sliding them around her back to the fastening of her bra and unhooking it, as she returned her hungry lips to his he peeled it from her body and dropped it with the rest on the worn carpeted floor of the car and filled his hands with their yielding softness.
He kneaded her breasts roughly and teased her pebbled nipples until they ached beneath his touch and made her gasp into his kisses. His open mouth dragged over her skin leaving a cooling trail of saliva down her throat and over her collarbone until he reached her tits licking and suckling each in turn as he groaned his praises.
Yanking down the zipper on his hoodie she pushed it off his strong shoulders and hastily removed his white tank. His body was fucking ridiculous, something far too perfect and precious. So smooth and soft and fuck he smelled so good. He was like fuckin’ art, like a marble sculpture come to life. The friction in her pants as she rolled her damp crotch over his hard on was delicious. Eliciting sexy groans as he lavished her breasts with attention, until he eventually gives in to his throbbing cock and releases her nipple with a wet pop. Juice wraps his arms around her waist and scrambling backwards ungainly they somehow manage to switch positions, clambering clumsily into the backseat until she ends up beneath him. He tugs at her work pants impatiently and removes them, boots and all. Juice doesn't wait, once his belt and fly are open he pulls out his aching cock, pushes her panties aside and presses himself inside her with a bone deep groan.
She moaned loudly and arched off of the seat, widening her legs as much as she could in the confined space. His thrusts are shallow and fast at first, taking her for the absolute joy of being alive. Until the abject pleasure of being inside her takes him and his strokes lengthen and deepen, as do his groans of pleasure when the both of them relax into it. Resting on one elbow, his other hand pulls her thigh to his hip and he buries his face into the crook of her neck and loses himself completely inside of her. In the smooth ridges of that silken fist that didn’t want to let go.
Juice pulls back slightly to gaze at the intense pleasure written all over her face, lit up with ecstasy and a little help from the rising Californian sun. Her eyes meet his and a smile plucks at the corners of her lips, earning her a contagious grin that widens hers, bringing her walls down completely.
Her hands slid down his lean muscular back to grasp handfuls of his toned ass, encouraging him to go deeper as she met his thrusts. It earns her a growled chuckle that is almost lost in the moans of pleasure, wet slaps of skin on skin and clinking of his samcro belt buckle as his hips roll and rut between her trembling thighs. His cock hits and drags against her sweet spot making her eyes roll to the whites, melting her pussy into a creamy puddle that leaked out around his dick. She wasn’t quiet either. Moaning and praising his prowess loudly. There was no one around this early but she probably wouldn’t have cared if there was, he felt too good inside.
He's getting close now, she feels it. Hears it. His brow is furrowed, his face flushed. His jaw set as he tried to hold back. Wanting her to come first before he fills her and marks her as his in the most primal way he can. He gave her a warning look and before he could voice his desperate need his impending orgasm triggered hers and she cried out in ecstasy. Fucking her through her climax and his own and coming inside her without a thought of consequence beyond making her his.
As the waves of intense pleasure begin to wane his shaking arms give out and he slumps atop her body and tries to catch his breath and his wits atop his similarly affected lover. His hand snakes up the back of her neck and tangles in the sweat damp hair of her nape and nuzzles her cheek as they pant for air in the now stuffy space.
They lay together quietly on the back seat. Warm in the afterglow, her fingertips ghost along his obliques as he presses soft kisses behind her ear. His nose brushes up into her hairline and he inhales her sweet scent. “So…ah, you wanna maybe go get a beer sometime?” He whispered playfully, smiling into her hair and biting his lip as he waited for her to answer.
“You asking me out on a date, Juice?” She smiled so hard it made her cheeks ache. She hadn’t expected him to ask and her heart swelled with happiness.
He lifted his head and mirrored her goofy grin, “Might be, you gonna say yes?”
She shrugged and felt her face flush, “I mean, I wouldn’t say no to breakfast, I guess.”
“What's the job again?” She asked in the fade and lull between songs that you get on old albums
“Some woman called, needs a tow,” he shrugs and turns off the music to better concentrate on the road ahead that was little more than a rutted track at this point. He had slowed the truck considerably so we could better look for the breakdown and spare us both being shaken like a jar of pennies.
“Out here, at 4 in the morning?” She asked sceptically as she wondered about what set this woman on her journey so late down the dark back roads on the outskirts of town. Can’t have been anything good. She knew that she wouldn’t want to be out here alone. She didn’t even want to be out here in the dark with Juice and that's saying something.
“All I know is she ain’t gonna be there. She got a ride and wants it towed back to the garage. Said she’d come by tomorrow to deal with it.”
The answer should satisfy her, it makes complete sense, who’d want to be out here in the middle of the night waiting for a tow truck? She watched in silence as the front of the truck ate up the road ahead, unable to shake a feeling of unease that settled in her gut. After around ten minutes of searching the headlights illuminated a sedan parked at the edge of a dirt track that runs by an irrigation ditch onto some farmland. The whole scene set her teeth on edge and Juice noticed as he pulled on his gloves.
“You scared of the dark? Or is it the skinwalkers that’re spookin’ ya?” He asks ominously and snickers to himself when he sees the look on her face.
“Fuck you. I'm not scared! ”she snapped, making a liar out of herself and flying her true colours again. Of course she was scared and it mystified her how he didn’t feel the wrongness too. “Don’t you think something feels off though? About this whole thing?” she gestured with her head to the breakdown in front of them and the dark of the farmland that surrounded them on all sides.
“If it makes you feel better then stay in the truck, i’ll hook this shit heap up and you can skin up a fatty for when we get back, yeah?” he nudged her shoulder, kindly foregoing the chance to tease her again and he backed the tow truck up to the rear of the car. As he went to hop out the open door she put her hand on his arm instinctively, immediately pulling it back in embarrassment. He just looked at her and smiled that smile, “It’s just a tow. Nothing bad is gonna happen,” he shook his head as he flicked on the floodlights, hopped down to the ground and crunched over the gravel and dirt to the machinery at the back of the vehicle.
She watched him walk into the bright white light of the floods with a deep sense of foreboding. Her eyes flicked to the footbed of the truck between her feet, beneath her seat where she knows a gun is kept for situations just like this and after a millisecond of thought she reaches beneath and pulls it out of the towel it's wrapped in and she keeps it in her lap. Its weight reassuring in her hands yet knowing full well that she was going to be in the shit for even touching it but she figures that she’d rather they be pissed for that than anyone being hurt, or worse. Looking over her shoulder she watches through the back window as Juice attaches the tow.
The clank of chains and the whirr of the motor are familiar and she can gauge where Juice is up to by sound alone. Pulling herself over the console she switches seats and sits in the driver's side where Juice had left the door open slightly and resumes her tense watch in the wing mirror, silently willing him to work faster so they can both get the hell out of there. His phone is in the console beside her and she gives it a quick tap to check the time; and it hits her. The reason for her unease. There's no signal, nothing. There never was out here. So how the hell did Miss Camaro pop off a call to us and to her ride?
Then her eyes dart back to the mirror and she sees it. Her heart stops. In the dark on the edge of the light a shadow moves towards Juice as he hooks the back wheels up to the pulley. It's big, at least six feet and it moves slow as it stalks. There is no time for thought, only action. Something takes hold of her and guides her, moving as if on auto pilot. As if someone who actually knew what they were doing had taken the reins. Slipping her out of the open driver's side door and walking her over the gravel on kitty cat paws she used the darkness to conceal herself. In the time it had taken her to get out and make her way to the back of the truck the shadow had stepped into the light and it was a relief of sorts. It was just a man. Not a skinwalker. Not a bear or a mountain lion. Just a man that had Juice at gunpoint with his hands in the air, backing away from his assailant slowly. They speak but she doesn't hear a word even though they are only feet away, nothing registers even as she raises her arm. Until the blast jarred her arm and rang in her ears and both men dropped to the ground. More shots fire out in the night and before she can drop the gun Juice bodies her and carries her back to the truck and bundles her in. The tires spin as they try to gain traction in the loose dirt, spraying the sedan with gravel as they take off at speed with the tow chains swinging dangerously behind them.
About a mile away he turns down a side road and cuts the engine and lights, slumping over the wheel, shaking as he tries to collect himself.
“J? You ok?” She asked tentatively, hoping and praying for the best, “Are you hurt?”
“I'm bored, J…” she stated, following it up with a long exhale from her pursed lips as she picked at the threadbare fabric on the arm of the couch. Her gaze was trained on the ancient Pennzoil wall clock, the rust speckled hand told her that it was just past three am, not even over the four o’clock hump yet. Tonight was dragging ass for sure.
Juice was sitting at the crowded, paper strewn desk where he had cleared a small island in the chaos for himself, “You and me both. You wanna play cards or somethin’?” He answered with a weary sigh from behind his computer screen and after draining his second can of Monster he closed the laptop and turned towards her. His beautiful brown eyes looked at her from beneath his hood, deep and soulful with a hint of sadness that never quite left them. Even when he flashed that cute, dimpled smile…it was always there hiding behind the boyish twinkle that lit them up.
Not that she had noticed, of course. Or that she would ever admit to. The guy was ridiculously hot and totally out of her league, she had only just stopped blushing whenever he spoke to her, which was most days because more often than not Gemma paired them up together. Especially since she wasn’t allowed to work with Tig anymore, for obvious reasons. It didn’t help that he was so easy to get along with either or that he always had the best fuckin’ bud. Yeah, Juice was the full package as far as she was concerned.
“Cards, really? How old are you, dude?” She cringed at her tone even as the words came out of her mouth, why was she such a dick? Juice was one of the few guys at the garage that treated her like a mechanic, not just an below average, below notice piece of ass that walked around with a wrench and a bad attitude and she truly appreciated it, the snark was like an instant reflex by now and on this occasion it wasn’t deserved.
He groaned and sat back on the office chair, put his feet on the desk and pulled his hood over his face. “I dunno. Why don't you take a nap?…do us both a favour.” He adds quietly as he crosses his arms over his chest, effectively ending the conversation right there.
An awkward silence fell over the small office. Relieved only by the sound of the tv, that she was pretending to watch, all the while mentally berating herself, her big mouth and the stunning amount of immaturity that she just displayed in front of Juice. For. Fucks. Sake.
Staring at the screen her eyes occasionally darted to juice as he slept. His mouth hung open slightly, the rest of his face was hidden in the shadow cast by his hood. “So fucking cute,” she thought to herself, imagining snuggling up with him on the couch. Faded into her twee little fantasies she almost jumped out of her skin when the phone rang loudly in the small space. Juice bolted up, almost falling out of the office chair as it rolled back. “God damn it.” he cursed as he scrambled for the phone.
She snorted an obnoxious cackle that earned her a middle finger and a grudging smile as he took the call, writing down the details and taking payment over the phone. “We on?” she asked hopefully as he put the handset back in its cradle. “Yeah. Breakdown out on North Road. Needs a Tow.”
Her eyes followed as he stood and stretched his lean body, his clasped hands reached for the ceiling making his reaper hoodie rise and it gave her a tantalising glimpse of his deep v, like an arrow pointing straight to heaven. It made her mouth go dry as every drop of moisture in her body rushed south. If he noticed her ogling he didn’t say anything, he just turned and grabbed the keys to the tow truck from the hook on the wall by the clogged noticeboard that held more family and club announcements than actual Teller Morrow memos and order forms and headed to the door.
“North Road? What broke down, a damn tractor? The only places that far out of town are farms and that weird pack rat house before you get into the hills.” She knew it well as she spent weekends in the foothills on her dirt bike and at bonfires with her friends-but never alone. There was nothing out there for anyone at three in the morning except darkness and the whispers in the pines. Juice just shrugged and walked out the door, so she followed, grabbing her hoodie on the way and locking the door behind her.
“Can I drive? Huh, Juice? Huh?” She pestered, trying to keep up with his longer stride by jogging alongside him. A Smile on her face as she wheedled, “Come on…I never get to drive the truck. Please?” She knew the answer already but it had never once deterred her from asking.
“Fuck no, you can’t drive. Get in the bitch seat Princess.” He opened the door and climbed into the driver's seat, leaving her to trot around to the other side to get in as he turned the key in the ignition and rumbled the engine awake. “You ain’t doin’ no night driving. Clay would kick my ass if anything happened.”
Settling into the seat she pulled on her seatbelt, “Pfft. You’re all a bunch of misogynistic butts.” Reaching over she switched on the c.d player and heavy metal blasted from the speakers as Juice pulled out of the parking spot by the garage and out into the night.
He just chuckled and shook his head as he changed the song and turned it up loud, “You only just now figuring that out?” She wrinkled her nose and declined to answer, instead putting her feet up on the dash and looking out of her window, failing to notice Juice casting an appreciative glance over her legs.
The opening riff of Walk by Pantera began to play over the speakers, their heads nodding to the aggressive beat and soon they started to sing along, punching the roof as they got into the chorus. As they sang and bantered the houses and businesses became fewer and the street lights dwindled to nothing, the road beneath the tires gradually roughened into a neglected state and the only lights were from the sporadic farmhouses that dotted the landscape until the hills picked up and then there was nothing but wild empty dark.
The moon was high and bright as Ivarr stepped onto the creaking wooden dock. Leaping from the dragon boat without breaking his stride, he ignored the calls of the guards that hailed him and announced his arrival to the rest of the village in his haste. His thoughts consumed with nothing more than reaching the longhouse and the fur strewn bed that cradled his slumbering Queen. Indeed he had travelled through the night from his concluded business in Jorvik to get here, forsaking the arrival of the dawn to speed himself home.
As he approached his high house he bade his entourage be silent and the Thralls and servants disperse and return to their beds. To leave his wife sleeping and unaware of his arrival. Letting his heavy cloak fall to the floor forgotten as he crossed the feast hall, his axes and knives were placed carefully on a table before he continued his journey to her chamber. His leathers, unbuckled and hastily discarded. Ivarrs hurried steps quieted as he approached the curtain that separates the hall from the private rooms he shared with his precious Saxon treasure and moved it aside almost reverently with his fingertips. Peering inside, the scene blooms a warmth in his chest that he doesn’t try to suppress. A slow, soft smile graces his scarred, battle worn face. The embers of the dying fire barely cast a glow over her sweet face as she sleeps. His wife. His strength. His woman.
He advances silently towards her, marveling at her supine beauty. At her grace and elegance even in sleep. A beauty ethereal in the dim light that illuminates his mischievous blue eyes. He sits carefully beside her, sinking into the extravagantly soft feather bed, he cages her in with his strong arms either side of her ribs, leaning in to bury his nose in her silken hair, inhaling deeply and letting the exquisite scent that is her bring him home.
His lips find her ear, brushing against the shell as he murmurs. “If I wanted to…” he pauses deliciously, wetting his lips with his tongue before continuing to voice his softly whispered seductive threats,“I could kill you before you wake, my spoiled little d…”
Then, he smiles indulgently. A hint of pride in his eyes when he feels the sharp point of a blade pricking the skin of his chest. One push and it would all be over. The thought makes his arousal throb with need.
Her eyes flutter open and she bites her lip as she giggles, “Oh, husband,” she chides playfully, “You taught me better than that.”
It's frustrating that you can come up with the plot of an entire fic in just a few seconds, but writing it all down can take anywhere from never to forever.
*struggles while writing* i suck and writing is hard
*remembers some ppl use ai* i am a creative force. i am uncorrupted by theft and indolence. i am on a journey to excellence. it is my duty to keep taking joy in creating.
You take another hit of the j before handing it over to the quiet strength of the body behind you. Settling into the possessive hold of his inked arms and closing your eyes. The ghost of a smile playing the corners of your lips and a quiet moan of contentment slipping from between their pillowy softness. Taking comfort from the rise and fall of his tattooed chest as he inhales and watching the plumes of smoke that appear from over your shoulder join the burning embers and smoke in the night sky.
His large hand slips beneath your (his) hoodie and slides up your side to hold your ribs, his thumb between your breasts. Stroking the soft skin with his calloused thumb. Burying his nose in your long hair and inhaling the scent of you and all its soothing coconut familiarity.
You reach behind you to cup the back of his head, scritching the stubbly hairs with your long nails and getting a pleased hum in return. You turn your face and press your forehead to his cheek. Nuzzling intimately in the warm glow of the fire and receiving a soft kiss on the forehead in return. He holds the joint to your lips and you take a long drag and hold it before letting the smoke escape into the cool night air.
This Happy was your favourite version of the man that had claimed you. Soft and loving and high, you had to make the most of it before he led you back to his room to take what was his in a bruising display of complete ownership. Not that you were complaining of course. You knew all too well that you would be taken care of. Repeatedly. And when he was done with you the softness would return, with tender lingering kisses and whispered words of love in the sweet afterglow before sleep claimed you both.
Jax voice is firm and authoritative as you nervously kneel over his face, feeling his breath on your thighs
“But what if I am too heavy? I don’t wanna hurt you” you protest but Jax only chuckles
“Sweetheart, even if I suffocate, it will be a happy ending for me. Now sit down”
You bite your lip and slowly lower yourself down but apparently not fast enough for Jax. Without a warning his large hands grip your thighs and he pulls you down. You squeal as you suddenly feel his mouth on your wet folds and automatically try to pull away, but Jax is having none of it. He grips you nearly forcefully, his tongue lapping at your wet cunt.
“Jax“ you gasp and arch your back, shivering as you feel his cold rings on your warm thighs.
He eats you as if he was starving, licking passionately, not caring about how wet his beard gets. You whine and gasp while gripping his hair. As he starts to suck on your clit you loose all inhibitions and start to grind against him
“That’s it Baby, ride my face” his voice was muffled and rough and you could only moan before he started to go at it again. His hands started to wander from your thighs over your waist and hips to your breasts, massaging them and playfully tugging on your hard nipples. You whined and started to move faster, chasing your release while he continued to pleasure you, his tongue fucking you perfectly.
“Jax I am close” you whine, your voice needy and high pitched.
“Come for me baby, come on Daddy’s tongue”
You nodded frantically and Jax gripped your hips, guiding your movements until you came with a loud moan. Shakingly you tried to catch your breath while he softly licked you clean, your pussy still pulsating from your orgasm. For a moment you were thankful that you were at your place and not his room at the clubhouse. When your thoughts got more clear, you quickly moved off his face, watching as he smiled satisfied
“That was damn good” He said while licking his full lips.
I think the mentality of "why bother doing something if you're not good at it?" feeds directly into "if you're good at it why aren't you monetizing it?". At its core I really think its about commodifying every last shred of labor and experience.
Adding that this is literally a huge reason we don’t leave unsolicited criticism on things like fanworks- fanfiction, fanart, fan crafts etc. Because there’s a LOT of people out there who are just doing this for the fun of it. They’re doing it for the same reason people go on walks- to feel good. And receiving crit they didn’t ask for doesn’t feel good.
Literally cannot emphasize enough that my #1 writing advice is to stop being afraid. Stop being afraid of sounding too cringe, or too stupid, or too horrifying, or too horny, or too weird, or too much, or too little, or too you. You need to put your entire pussy into your art. Sure, it won't be to everyone's tastes, but if you keep yourself to the blandest tamest safest roads possible you will be of no one's tastes, not even yours.
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