“Patience, beaut,” he whispers delicately in my ear, unclipping my bra and sliding it down my arms. “I want to feel your pussy clench around me as you come.”
He lifts me again, carrying me towards the mirror before placing me on the floor and turning me to face it. My cheeks are flushed, and I feel the sudden urge to cover myself, so I wrap my arms around my body. Clay takes my arms, pulling them to my sides. He moves his own hands along my body and cups my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, my head drops back to his shoulder and all embarrassment ebbs away.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, as he watches my reaction tentatively in the mirror. I relish under his praise. “You are so fucking beautiful. Never hide away from me.”
He moves in front of me, trailing his hand down my body and sliding my underwear down my legs. He grabs my leg and rests it on his shoulder, his nose in line with my pussy, he inhales deeply before grabbing my arse and bringing me towards him. His tongue darts out, tasting me. I grab his hair to stabilise myself as I feel everything come alive with his expert tongue.
My hands tangle in his hair as I feel myself beginning to quiver against his mouth.
“Nuh-uh-uh,” he says, pulling away. My throat is dry as I drink him in, watching him through hooded eyes as he runs his tongue up my abdomen. He kisses me, his tongue dancing with my own, the taste of my want evident. I moan against his mouth. I’m not sure how much more I can take of this little dance.
I run my hands down his T-shirt ‘til they land on his jeans, feeling his manhood straining against the denim, satisfied that I’m having the same effect on him.
Undoing his jeans, his cock springs free, and I smirk against his kiss. No underwear. Now, this I could get used to. He pulls back, grabbing my wrists.
“Wait, I need a condom,” he says breathlessly, reaching over to the drawer.
He kicks off his jeans and sheaths himself, then he moves behind me, bending me forward with his cock lined up at my entrance. I stare at my reflection as my breasts bounce. His eyes meet mine and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He reaches around and rubs my clit whilst he pounds into me. I feel a hot sensation building deep in the pit of my stomach and I grab hold of my nipples like he had done moments ago. My legs begin to shake, and Clay grabs my hair, pulling me to stand so his cockdrives deeper. I feel him shudder through his release whilst I ride out my own.
Our combined juices slide down my leg when he reaches between them, coating his fingers in our climax. He brings his finger to my mouth, and I lap it up, caught in the moment. I open my eyes to find him watching me with awe in the mirror, and my cheeks blush with embarrassment.
“That right there,” he nods towards my mouth, “was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
Clay
Belle lies next to me on the bed, the sheet draped loosely over her naked body. I watch the rise and fall of her chest. Last night, when she stormed off, I honestly thought that was it, that I’d fucked any chance of getting with her. And I certainly didn’t think I’d be lying here next to her.She really is perfection. Watching her come apart on my cock was something extraordinary, and I hope to hell she doesn’t wake up this morning full of regret.
I gently move the hair from her face, and she stirs slightly under my touch, rolling onto her side. I can’t believe she thought I knew about Brandy. Not that I can blame her. I haven’t been the most forthcoming, and considering I asked Red to befriend her, I kind of had that coming.
Her soft snores fill the room. Now that I’ve had a taste, there is no way I will ever let her go. She stole my heart that first night on the bridge—not that I’d admit that to any fucker—but her eyes pleaded with me, begged me. I not only needed to save her, but she was destined to be mine.
My first task is to deal with Brandy. There is no fucking way I’ll let her get away with how she’s broken Belle. I have to talk to Pres, and I already know the fucker won’t agree.
I make my way into Drifter’s office, throwing myself down on the sofa.
“Come in, why don’t you, Clay,” he huffs. “You fucking brothers need to learn how to knock.”
I crack my neck side-to-side as Drifter places his phone on the desk and looks at me.
“What’s up?” he asks, giving me his full attention.
“Brandy . . .” Before I’ve even finished, he starts shaking his head.
“Not a chance, Clay, you know the rules.”
“Hear me out.”
“Clay, I love you, brother, but we don’t get involved in women drama.”
“Pres, Brandy is the reason Belle’s entire life is fucked-up. Just remove her from the club,” I snap. “She fucked her husband and is now playing happy fucking families with her kids.”
“And?” he asks with a shrug, “We all have a past. And Belle isn’t your ol’ lady, we can’t get involved with an outsider and club whore drama, you know how we work.”
“Fuck that shit, Pres,” I growl, and he arches a brow in warning. I know I’m pushing him, but I have to make this right for her, and who knows, one day, she might be my ol’ lady. “You all bent over backwards for Red.”
“That was fucking different and you know it,” he growls, slamming his fist on the desk.
“The night I met her, she was going to take her own life,” I argue, scrubbing my hands over my face. “I can’t let history repeat itself. I can’t have someone else’s blood on my hands.”
