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“Do me? We need to work on your love language…”

“And you need to work on your timing! This is not that time.” She pulls her panties aside and grabs at me. Too slow as it happens because with one thrust, I slip inside her and push until I’m in up to the hilt.

Holding myself still as I savor the feeling is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. When Barbara starts squeezing me with her internal muscles, I almost come immediately. By the look on her face, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

I quickly lift her from the bed and support her with my hands under her ass. Placing her hands behind my neck, she raises herself enough that she can push her nipples into my mouth alternately. I suck and nibble on them as though they were manna from heaven.

Settling into a deep, slow rhythm, I hear the moans that escape her. They sound as though they are coming from her very soul. My grunts, however, sound much more guttural and animalistic. Feeling how excited she is getting, I’m not surprised when I feel a pain shoot through my neck as she bites me. Far from putting me off my stride, it spurs me on and I begin harder, faster thrusts.

Taking one of her hard nipples between my teeth, I begin exploring how hard she likes them played with. Just as I think I could be on the verge of biting one off, she takes the back of head in her hands and pulls me harder against her. Grunting and growling louder and deeper, I’m almost lost in my pleasure when she reaches her own orgasm. I feel her juices flood from her, and she squeals as she goes stiff while her muscles vibrate and shake all at the same time.

Thinking she’ll need time to come back to earth, I slow down and ease my own orgasm that has been building while at the same time I try to deny myself. Having none of this, she tells me in no uncertain terms what will happen to me and certain parts of me if I don’t keep going.

Slipping out of her, I step over to the chair and tell her to kneel on it. She understands the mission exactly and is on there, ass wiggling at me in seconds. Wasting no time, I slip right back into her wet pussy and begin to pound into her. Moaning and crying out simultaneously, she has me also getting louder as the moment of my release gets closer.

With a last hard push, I feel her clench me tightly as she reaches her second orgasm. My first bursts forth, and I feel like I’m coming for a full minute before I release my grip on her hips, which had been holding me at the innermost depths of her body.

Carrying her to the bed, my knees weak, we lay and snuggle, drenched in each other's sweat. We only lay for a few minutes before she takes my hand and leads me to the shower. It doesn’t take long for her to reach her third and fourth orgasms, and my second is as mighty as the first. I believe we have answered the question as to whether we are compatible in this respect.

Dressed and both ravenously hungry, we walk downstairs where Barbara immediately blushes and hides her face in my chest. Everyone in the clubhouse obviously heard what we were doing and vocalizes that fact as soon as they see us. Far from being embarrassed, I give them my smuggest look and take an exaggerated bow.

Seriously though, I think we need to get a place built somewhere on the compound, far away from the clubhouse and very, very soundproof.

Chapter 21

*~* Barbara *~*

Sitting in the club’s kitchen, I brazen it out. There are so many of the brothers here, with it being the weekend, and those that didn’t stay here last night have obviously been told about Cannon and my sexcapades. There are lots of nudge, nudge, wink wink’s going on as well as some colorful discussions about what we were doing last night.

I guess it’s going to be a fact that we are not silent in the lovemaking scenario. Not even quiet. It was only when someone, Vortex actually, knocked on our door during our third session of the night that either of us gave any thought to how loud we might be, again.

Yesterday, our afternoon sessions had been two pure, unadulterated, get it out of our system, sex acts. Last night had been more like lovemaking. Slower, gentler, for the most part anyway, and certainly longer. We both still hadn’t realized what decibels we must have been registering.

Seeing the looks that we keep getting, I need to talk to Cannon about maybe we should move into my place together. Whoa! That’s quite a step for the first week we’ve been together. Together in separate rooms, and now I’m suggesting he move in! It doesn’t sound scary at all, though. It sounds exciting and the right thing for us to do. I wonder how he’ll feel about leaving the clubhouse, his home, after all this time?

“I think we should move into your house until we get our own house built on the compound. After breakfast, we’ll see which plot you’d prefer and then talk to Pres and Guardrail.” Cannon throws this out without missing a bite of his breakfast.

“Great idea. I was going to suggest the very same thing.” I see him smile, and then a hand grips my thigh gently. I do the same to him, but my aim is a bit off and I squeeze his manhood instead. When he finishes choking, and all the brothers have had something else to say, I take my dirty dishes to the sink, rinse them out and put them in the dishwasher. As I’m doing this, Pattie and Anya walk in.

“Look at her, Anya. Fresh as a daisy and showing off that she still has energy left after last night's dickathon.” Pattie gives me a mock scowl, and then they both laugh at me.

“Anyone would think that servicing one brother was some kind of achievement, wouldn’t they? Now servicing four or five a night like we do, that’s something to strut about.” Anya throws this out and I take up the challenge.

“I could…” Seeing the raised eyebrow look I’m getting from Cannon, I realize what I am about to say and my mouth clamps shut. He grins, as does almost every other person present. I blush and announce that I’m going to see Whack. I never know whether to call him Pres or Whack. I suppose he’ll become Pres when I’m settled in the compound and club life becomes the norm.

“She’s going to tattle on you, girls. You’ll be for it now,” Breaker tells them and I turn on him fiercely.

“I am not. I’m going to look at the map of the compound and find somewhere to build our house, that is nowhere near yours. And it will be bigger. And better. With more yard space. And a garage and a workshop. Maybe even a sauna. A guesthouse, too.”

“You getting all this Guardrail? This will keep your guys in work for a while, but Cannon is going to have to light up the night sky with that furnace at the pet crem to be able to afford it all.”

Dragging Cannon with me, I walk out with as much dignity as I can muster, but it looks more like an undignified retreat, especially when they all laugh at my discomfort.

Reaching Whack’s office, I knock loudly, then lose my nerve and push Cannon through the door when we hear ‘Enter’ called.

“Ah, just the man. We’ve had more intel on Senator Haroldson…” Whack goes silent when he sees me appear from behind Cannon’s huge frame. “Oh, I thought you were alone, as I didn’t hear any screaming!” He gives me a massive grin, and I blush beetroot red yet again.

“We came to look at the housing map so we can pick a spot away from nosy ears,” I spit back at him, though I’m not sure if nosy ears are a thing.