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I look over at the hot bunch of scary biker dudes, my hot guy being one of them, heads huddled in deep discussion. I hope all is well. They seem very intensely invested in their conversation. War snaps his head up, sensing I’m looking at him. This earns me a wink and a sly smile. I love that look on him.
It feels good to relax and be me. The ladies are sweet. When Ava waddles over, looking extremely swollen and tired, we all rushed to make her comfy on the couch, making sure her legs are elevated. She is coming up on her eighth month. I love that Guard greets her with such tenderness. His hand grazes her shoulder and gently cups her head then tips it back and kisses her softly. “Stay put, little mamma. You need anything, you ask someone to get it for you. You move from here and I put you back in the car and we head home,” he growls against her ear, loud enough for us to hear. It’s his way of requesting we treat Ava with care. I glance over to Vi and see a sadness lurking in her eyes. I want so desperately to chat with her alone, so I can help her through whatever it is that is bothering her, as she has been so strong and supportive of me throughout this entire situation. I follow her gaze and see she is staring at Orion, who is still immensely engrossed in his posse.
“Vi, you want to come over for lunch tomorrow?” I ask, hoping I’ll be able to get her to open up to me.
“Sorry, Ava. I have to work tomorrow. I am also going over to Crossland County tomorrow, after work. I have some errands I need to run.” Her eyes don’t meet mine. I can clearly see that something is amiss.
I take her hand and squeeze, “I can come with.”
“No, sweetie, it’s just some silly errands,” she shakes me off.
“Okay, but if you change your mind, I would be great company. We can sing to every silly song loud and off tune there and back,” I hedge.
“Thanks, Maddie, but I really need some me-time.” Just like Vi, tells it like it is.
“I know I haven’t known you or Ava long, but I have grown to really love you two. Please know that I am here for anything you need.” I embrace her.
“I know. And ditto.” She looks back at Orion and says, “I’m going to go see if I can convince Orion to dance with me.” Then she sashays over to him, swinging her hips with purpose. Orion instinctively wraps am arm around her waist as she nears, effectively ending our tete-a-tete.
War decides to stay the night in his room here at the compound. I only vaguely remember his space here since I was so exhausted that first night. I do remember waking in his arms, feeling safe for the first time in a very long time. I did remember how he looked at me on stage, like I was his rocker chick bad girl. I figured I’d surprise him with something a little naughty tonight. We extricate ourselves from the clan in the late hours of the evening, making our way to the privacy of his room.
As soon as we walk through the door, I’m backed up against it, one of his giant paws at my hip and the other beside my head. His lips are on mine and they’re fierce and determined. I immediately respond, opening my mouth and dueling his tongue with mine. I almost forget my surprise but pull back and with a breathy voice said, “Honey, I need a moment in the bathroom. You won’t be disappointed.”
War’s brows raise in an inquisitive look. He dips his head near my ear as I feel his lips leave a trail before saying, “Ok, Kitten, ten minutes, then I’m coming in after you.” Those lips make my entire body quiver, half-ready to abandon the plan and have at him.
I slide out from between him and the wall, my breasts grazing his chest, my fingers gliding over his waist, lingering and trailing over the hard ridges of his abdomen.
I grab my overnight bag and head to the bathroom. I primped and preened earlier at home to make sure I’m silky soft and smooth. I quickly brush my teeth, then reapply a little light blush and lip gloss. I slide into a leather corset and matching black leather boy shorts that reveal a great deal of cheek. I fasten two leather arm bands enhanced with chrome designs that scream “Rocker Babe”. The final piece of my “fuck me” outfit is a pair of patent leather heels with straps that wrap around my ankles, once again enhanced with more chrome notches and swirls.
Vixen Maddie is the opening attraction and sole performance in this show, starting with me opening the door and sliding only my leg out, ensure that my heel is featured. I hear a growl, which only encourages me to step out into the center stage of our bedroom. I strut out in full view of War reclining back to the headboard of the bed, shirtless, with a bountiful amount of tanned sexy skin showing. His jeans are unbuckled and loose and the V of his muscled body is evident. I take my fill of his beauty. I’m jolted out of my stupor when I hear, “God loves me, Baby. He gave me you.”
I blink.
“Come here, Kitten, let me touch.” War crooks his finger, motioning for me to move closer. I saunter over to the bottom of the bed, bending at the waist with both hands on the edge of the bed, giving him a full view of my breasts encased in the tight corset, cinching my waist and emphasizing my assets. I climb onto the bed and slowly, with intensified purpose, crawl between his legs. My lips lick, taste, and kiss the expanse of his exposed body. A hand wraps itself in my hair and drags my mouth to his in a sultry, deep kiss. I lose myself in his mouth. Tongues and lips. The tight grip holding me exactly where he needs to take his fill. When he finally breaks our connection, I’m completely breathless. My lungs gasp for air and I crave more of him.
“You may have had a plan for your seduction, Kitten, but I am taking over, yeah?” It’s supposed to be a question but is most definitely a certainty. I nod, too breathless to think. I so very much love when he takes control.
He pulls me up to straddle his legs as he straightens, still resting back against the headboard. His hands slide from the straps at my ankles, with light circular motions, moving around my waist to my ass, cupping and massaging, slipping his fingers into the edge of my shorts until he reaches my clit and continues his sweet torture, circling his finger over my engorged clit. A moan escapes me. I grip his shoulders, throw my head back and arch my back to deepen the pressure.
“Eyes on me, Kitten,” he orders. I right my head and meet the hot fire in his eyes. I move my body, grinding against his digits. “Get there, Baby. Fuck yourself on my fingers. I want you come all over my hand.” His gruff voice brushes against my lips as his hand increases the pressure with two fingers dipping inside me while his thumb continues to stimulate my clit. I am panting against his lips and mewling for release. I rock hard against his hand. He increases his pace. He knows just what I need. My pussy clenches his fingers and I grip his hair, burying my head in his neck as I scream my release. His arm encircles my waist, holding me tight to him as he continues to cup my pussy.
“You’re so beautiful. I love the sounds you make when you let go. The way you move on my body sets me on fire,” his gruff voice careens in my ear as his hands roam over my body, pulling me back to indicate that he wants me to meet his eyes. “Ready for more?” he asks.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. I just came and I’m keen to have him inside me again. “Words, Baby.”
I instinctively cup his jaw with my hand, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Yes, more.” I say. He guides my hands from around his neck and places them behind my head.
“Link your hands together,” he orders, “Don’t move those hands until I say.”
I lick my lips and stared into his face. His hands roamed over the corset. “I like the package, Baby, but I think it’s time to unwrap my present,” he murmured as he begins to unfasten the hooks holding the corset together. Every time he unravelled a hook, his lips take a little lick at the exposed flesh until I’m fully exposed, the corset tossed aside, War’s fingers teasing my collarbone. His hands trace to the underswell of my breasts, making my nipples tingle and swell to form taunt peaks. His mouth closes over one and begins to suckle, generating a pool of wetness between my legs. My hands come undone and immediately War stops.
“Uh nah, keep those hands where I put them,” he commands as he tweaks my nipples.
“I want to touch you,” I say in a low voice.
“My turn, Baby. Stay still, let me have my turn,” he growls before his mouth returns to the its mark, laving and suckling until I’m crying out and grinding my lower body on his protruding cock, still wrapped in his jeans.
I am tossed onto my back, legs thrown in the air against War’s chest, slightly parted. “Still, Baby,” he says. I wouldn’t dare move. If he stops now, I think I’ll die. Teeth mark my ass cheeks with little love bites as his hands slide the very short short-shorts, along my thighs, removing them inch by inch, savouring, licking and tasted the trail of skin exposed.
