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Lacey

“I don’t know, but do you know what would really make me feel better?” I said, raising my eyebrow.

“Let me guess. Snuggling up to a big scary biker who’s proven he’s willing to beat the shit out of men who take liberties without asking?”

Setting my empty bottle aside, I told him, “That’s one way of looking at it, I suppose. Another way is that I’d like to snuggle up to the man who’s been occupying all my thoughts lately, the one who is all kinds of handsome, has an amazing sense of humor, and gives the best orgasms I’ve ever had. What do you say to that?”

He tossed his bottle to the side, and I heard it land in the wastepaper basket. “I’d say that I’m all-in,” he told me in a low, seductive voice.

When he pulled me onto his lap, I was all-in as well. He pulled me closer, and I put my head on his chest. His hand automatically began rubbing up and down my back in a soothing motion.

“This feels really nice,” I murmured.

“Yeah, this is all I need to be a happy man.”

I smiled against his chest. “You also need your club and your gran.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “But you’re the one I’ve been thinking might slot nicely into my life. We have a lot in common. You like orgasms. I like giving orgasms. It’s a win-win situation if you think about it.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips. “You make having sex with me seem like your good deed for the night. I’m pretty sure you like having orgasms too. Your refractory period is too short for me to believe otherwise.”

He chuckled, “Look at you using big words that your big dumb biker can’t understand.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re far from being dumb. You’ve been in the military and ended up a master electrician who can build a kick ass house from shipping containers. I’m just a woman who did an accountancy degree and learned how to run an office from my parents. I’m a one-trick pony.”

He lifted my chin and tilted my head back to look deeply into my eyes. “You’re not just any one thing, Lacey. You’re an amazing woman who can do all the things necessary to run a successful business. You’re a loving daughter, you’ve got great friends who really care about you, and in the time we’ve known one another I can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t like hearing you talk down about yourself.”

“You’re right,” I told him. “We’re both pretty amazing people. There is no shame in admitting that to ourselves.”

“That’s my girl,” he said warmly. “I learned a long time ago that if I didn’t believe in myself, no one else would.”

“Does admitting we’re both pretty amazing earn me any kisses?”

A smile lit up his face. “You don’t have to earn kisses from me. I’ll give them to you gladly, because I love you.”

When my eyes flew open at his admission of love, he added, “I know I’m probably a fool for falling for you so fast, so don’t feel like you have to say it back or anything.”

I slid both hands up to cup his face. “I don’t think it’s a big secret for anyone but you that I’m falling hard and fast for you.”

“Is that a fact?” he asked. When he opened his mouth again to add something flippant, like he always did, I put my hand over his mouth.

“Don’t say anything to spoil this moment. Sometimes I think you use bad jokes to cover the vulnerability of saying how you feel out loud.”

After a short thoughtful pause, he responded, “I think you might be right about that.”

He was being vulnerable and emotionally honest again. It made all the feeling blooming in my chest double and then triple. I told him softly, “You don’t need to do that. It’s okay to be vulnerable with someone you love and trust.”

“Well, to be honest, I’ve never had that before. Instead of meaningful relationships it was always women who liked to hook up with military men, and then club girls who probably saw me as a consolation prize as I wasn’t patched in.”

“Speaking of patching in, you owe me two whole days in your property cut.”

“I know you lost the bet, but I thought you didn’t believe in property cuts.”

I had a hard time keeping the smirk off my face. “You think I lost that bet?”

“You did,” he deadpanned back. “I remember that bet well.”

“I got to come all over your magnificent cock and my reward is getting to wear your property cut. In my opinion, neither of those things make me a loser.”

His face lit up. “Keep saying sexy shit like that to me and I’ll superglue my fucking property cut to your body. I’ll make sure you don’t ever get out of it no matter how hard you squirm or how much you complain.”

I pulled him close, and right before our lips touched I murmured, “Who’s complaining? Certainly not me.”

I could tell all this talk about wearing his property cut was turning him on because his hand immediately started roaming all over my body and his kisses were brutally efficient at turning me on.

When I shoved him back, he didn’t want to go. His eyes followed me as I slid to the floor between his legs and reached for his zipper. His hands came to cover mine. “You planning to suck my magnificent cock, sweetness?”

I nodded and quipped, “I thought your pet name for me was fancy pants?”

“You earned an upgrade. Fancy pants was back when I thought you were trying to act like you were better than me. Now, you’re being all sweet and treating me like I really matter to you.”

I pulled one hand free and swatted his hands away. “You’ve always mattered to me. I was just in denial there for a minute.”

A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. “You can always make that up to me by sucking my magnificent cock.”

I got to work unbuttoning his jeans. “Just who told you that your cock was magnificent?”

He shot back, “Every woman I’ve had sex with.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

One of his hands made a slight outward gesture, “I didn’t hear any complaints the last time my cock was out.”

“That’s true but then again, I didn’t exactly get a bird’s eye view of your supposed magnificence, now did I?”

“No ma’am, you didn’t. Best prepare yourself to be impressed and amazed.”

“Are you always such a handful?” I asked, only because he seemed to have an answer for everything tonight.

Fighting back a smile he responded, “Sometimes I can be a mouthful or even a pussy full.”

That’s about the time I managed to extricate his dick from his jeans. It sprang up, long, thick, and proud. This man was in fact a sight to behold. He was cut. His cock had a pink head that was begging to be lavished with my tongue. He clearly manscaped and smelled fresh and clean. Rebel checked every single box I preferred. That meant there was no way I was letting this one get away.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asked in a strange tone.

I glanced up at his face, “Of course. Why would you ask something like that?”

“Because you’re staring at me, instead of going down on me.”

Playing him at his own game, I asked, “Can’t a girl enjoy the view for a few seconds?”

He raked his hand through this shoulder-length hair and glanced away. “Sure, if that’s in fact what you’re doing.”

“Stop talking. You’re distracting me from enjoying the world’s most magnificent cock.” With that, I bent over and gave his cockhead a big wet kiss. He sucked in a quick breath and his cock jerked in my hand.

“Never had any woman want to kiss my cock before.”

“Shush. You’re distracting me again.”

I used my tongue to glide over the tip, around the head, and then to trace the long veins popping out around the sides. The more I licked, the harder he got, until I was worried that he was literally going to explode before I got him in my mouth. Then I wrapped my lips around him and started sucking while using both hands to stroke him.

He didn’t say anything else, but his hands came up to gather my hair and hold it out of the way. I didn’t know if it was so it didn’t accidentally get into my mouth as I went about licking and sucking him, or because it blocked his view. Either way it was helpful for me, so I didn’t complain.

I slid one hand down to palm his balls, and he made a rough needy noise in the back of this throat. “Fuck, you’re good at this,” he said hoarsely.

I never thought of myself as someone who was particularly good at giving head. Until now I was never so motivated to do my best job ever. After all the pleasure Rebel gave me last time, I was damn sure I was going to make sure he got his fair share in return this time.

I gripped him tighter and sucked so hard my cheeks hollowed out. He pulled me off him gently.

“Go slower. I don’t want to come in your pretty mouth.”

“We’ll see,” I told him.

“When I come, it’s gonna be over your beautiful breasts because that’s sexy as hell.” With that he reached up and started to tug my shirt off. Next came my bra and he gently squeezed my nipples into hard peaks.

Even though I wanted to taste him, I knew that Rebel would end up having his way tonight. He was too ramped up and excited to let me do as I liked.

When he gathered my hair again, and guided my head back down, I worried for a second about him forcing my head down and gagging me on his cock. Then I remember who I was with. Rebel wouldn’t do something like that because he actually cared about me.

I went willingly where he led, and when my hands came out around his cock this time I was intent upon doing what he asked. I went slow and took my time giving him the pleasure he so richly deserved. Each sweep of my tongue against his heated flesh was a loving caress, meant not only to pleasure him, but to communicate how much I cared about making this night good for him. And my hot biker ate it up with a spoon loving how I worshipped his body.

When I felt his cock throbbing against my tongue, I knew he was about to come. Rebel did too. He pulled out and put his free hand over mine guiding his cock towards my chest. I felt the warm splashes of his seed marking my breasts and brought my hands up to rub it in before it could drip down my body. I was so turned on that I found myself squeezing and massaging my breasts as I rubbed his come into my skin. He immediately dragged me up and claimed my mouth in a searing kiss. Between kisses he murmured, “That’s the sweetest blow job I’ve ever had.”

Before I could get my head around what was happening, he had got to his feet and was pulling my jeans and panties off in one fell swoop. My shoes were long gone, left by the front door. Instead he moved me to his bed and pulled my naked body to the edge like he did last time. Then he was standing over me naked.

Looking like the sexiest man alive, he was all sexy muscles and intricate tattoos. My hand went up to touch one tattoo that looked like someone shot a bullet though glass. I was surprised to find a piece of round scar tissue in the middle of the image. His hand came up to cover mine. Guiding my fingers from one tattoo to another, he explained, “This, this, and this, are all bullet holes from being shot in Afghanistan.”

He moved my hand to the crease of his elbow where there was a long thick scar. “That’s where I got hit with an axe by my cousin when I was twelve. Took twenty-three stitches to close.” A smile ghosted over his mouth. “Little dude was grounded for almost a year.”

He brought my hand to a scar on the right side of his neck. “This is where my father tried to slit my throat when I was fourteen. Thirty-seven stitches is what it took for my mother to finally throw him out.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry that happened to you.” I cupped his face and pulled him down for a long, bittersweet kiss. A reward for him finally sharing personal things about himself that I was certain he rarely talked about with other people. This had clearly been a gesture of trust for him.

I murmured against his mouth. “All your secrets are safe with me.”

He pulled back and gazed down into my eyes. “I know. It’s been a long time since I trusted another person like I trust you, Lacey. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. As long as we’re together, I won’t ever take you for granted. You know that, don’t you?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I know. Same here. I won’t ever betray your trust, take you for granted, or put you second to another living soul.”

His lips drifted down to mine again and he poured all his tenderness and passion into a kiss that was meant to seal us together. After running his fingers through my slit, he murmured, “You’re so wet for me.”

“Wet and eager to be filled up by you,” I whispered back boldly.

“Fuck, I love hearing that kind of shit from you,” he said before reaching down to position the head of his cock where I needed it to be.

I brought my legs up around his waist and mentally prepared myself for all the orgasms that were sure to come. Instead of going full force in one thrust, Rebel was careful with my body. He rocked himself back and forth, slowly filling me with his thick cock. And boy did I feel every inch of him, along with an ever-so-slight ache of being stretched open by him. When he finally bottomed out, I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

“You okay, sweetness?” Rebel’s voice was deep and concerned.

I realized that my expression had been strained, so I forced myself to nod and smile. “Yeah, of course I am. You weren’t joking when you said you can be a pussy full.”

He choked out a stunned laugh. “You always manage to surprise me. You ready to have your first orgasm of the night?”

“I’m dying for it,” I told him, enjoying every moment of being with this big biker with a heart of gold.

When he pulled out and thrust back in, I almost came immediately, “Wow, that was a lot.”

“Yeah, and there’s plenty more where that came from.”

I relaxed back onto the bed, and he started out slow and before he really got going, my first orgasm caught me by surprise. It was weird that I didn’t feel it building to such an intensity.

Rebel slowed down to give me a minute to catch my breath and then sped up again. Only this time he bent down to kiss me, before teasing my nipples in turn with his mouth. The sucking, nipping, licking, and scraping the tip with the blunt edge of his teeth catapulted me forward to my second orgasm. It hit with enough force to take my breath away.

Rebel sputtered something about how no woman had ever clamped down so hard on his cock before. I sucked in enough air to breathe but was past being able to formulate a response to his roughly spoken words. He was totally in the zone, his eyes glazed over with lust. Little did he know but his cock wasn’t the only magnificent thing about him tonight.

As he was slowly edging me towards my third orgasm, my hands roamed over his body, needing the connection that touching him provided. He glanced down at one of my hands and his expression softened. He picked up his pace and stilled inside me as he came. Something about the throb of his cock was just enough to trigger my final orgasm. I came while he was still shooting inside me. Coming together felt intimate and loving.

When he rolled us over, I ended up sprawled over him with his cock still jerking slightly. We were both out of breath and covered in a soft sheen of sweat. I could hear the strong beat of his heart because my cheek was laid against his chest.

After a few moments I recovered my ability to make words. “That was amazing,” I said.

“Everything with you, always is amazing,” Rebel whispered as he slid his arm around my back to hold me closer.

Something about his softly spoken words hit me right in the feels because he sounded warm and earnest. In that moment, I knew for certain that he was my one.