Forever Faith: A Biker Romance Page 13

  He quietly says, “Go ahead, Baby.” He places his hand on the back of my head and doesn’t exactly push, but leads me down to it.

  I lick the wet tip and then I lick from bottom to the top, finally putting the big head into my mouth.

  “Yes. Perfect. You feel so good, Baby. Suck my cock, Baby.”

  I am motivated to do the best he has ever had. I love doing this even though that is probably wrong of me. I am taking him as deep as I can until he hits my throat. He puts my hand on the base to take what doesn’t fit in my mouth. I like this. I have a rhythm now and I am moaning almost as much as he is.

  “I can’t last, Baby. I want to come inside your pussy. You have to stop.”

  I keep going. I have him so wet with my saliva and he is throbbing hard. I want him to come in my mouth. I can’t stop now. I reach down to hold his balls in my hand gently.

  He roars, “Stop!” and he tugs me off by my hair. He is inside of me and coming before I realize what is happening.“God, Baby. Sorry. You surprise the fuck out of me. We will take it all the way someday but not yet. You are not ready for that yet.” He kisses me, still breathless. I feel my lips are swollen. From so much kissing, or maybe so much sucking, I really don’t know for sure. He must have felt the difference too. He is staring at my mouth and runs his thumb across it. I have to snap out of my trance before I tell him I love you again and ruin things. I just feel overwhelmed with emotion right now. How can he not be?

  “Let’s take a shower. I owe you. I want to eat you out again before dinner.”

  Oh my God. He is so dirty.

  We make it through another very sexy shower. He is semi hard and trying to make a comeback in the shower, but keeps my hands away every time I try to touch. He keeps his promise by drying me and then laying me on the bed and giving me two additional orgasms with his mouth. He is completely hard and huge by the time I have the second orgasm, but refuses to do anything about it.

  It’s completely dark and I am sure they have started the dinner but no one has knocked or disturbed us. I dread facing them all. They can have no doubts about what has been going on.

  I am embarrassed at the thunderous applause we are given when we enter the dining room. Liam only scowls, of course, but I see his faint smile underneath. Did they hear us? I know I screamed some and said a lot of crazy things when I was caught up in the moment. Oh my God. I just want to get through this meal and escape again.

  I notice that as Liam fills his bowl and plate as each dish is passed, he spoons some onto mine as well. He never asks my opinion or anything. He just piles on the food. We have the large, flat bowls, now full of the chili, as well as an additional plate for the extras the ladies have prepared. He has given me way more chili than I could ever hope to finish. Finally, I have no choice but to put my hand out flat over my plate to stop him from adding the next item. He looks at me in question.

  “I can’t eat all of this, Liam. I don’t like wasting food.”

  He nods slightly and finishes filling his plate.

  The spotlight is no longer on us as everyone is eating and laughing. I love how close these people are. I do miss living here at the clubhouse a little. There is always fun and laughing and someone to talk to. But I would never give up living alone at the house with Liam. Especially now that we are sleeping together. I am excited to get back there now that we are really together.

  The guys end up having a cryptic conversation that is almost in code. I don’t really understand it but they are all pretty tense talking about it, and the dollar amounts discussed for whatever it is are astronomical.

  I mean, they are saying things like a “quarter of a million bucks” and “two point three million dollars”. What in the world can this be about? I look at the other ladies around the table and see zero curiosity on their faces. They either really don’t have any interest, or they are trying very hard to seem uninterested. I need to adopt their attitude. Club business is none of my business.

  The conversation goes back to the mundane until dinner is finished. I get up to help clear away with the other ladies. Most of the guys light up a smoke. Some of them stay seated around the table including Liam, while others go into the living area and sit.

  This area is open enough so they can all easily converse still. I make a trip to clear more dishes and things off of the table when Liam puts his hand on my thigh. Just under the cuff of my short shorts. I stop what I am doing and gasp at the surprise of it. My hands, holding a stack of dishes, freeze over the table and I meet Liam’s eyes. He wants me. His eyes are blazing with it. Me too. Big surprise. I think we are going go to our room in a rush right this minute when Jury speaks to break the spell. Liam has moved his hand around to the inside of my thigh about an inch or two from where I need him. I swallow and try to look back down at what I am supposed to be doing.

  “Prez, the guys need to get their earnings. Some of us have child support breathing down on us and we all need to pay our bills. You, umm, went straight to the room when we got in and didn’t do the books yet,” Jury says and of course everyone is staring at me now, since I was screwing Liam all day when he should have been doing his business. God, let me disappear. Liam drops his hand away and I get busy with what I came out here to do. I gather the stack of dishes and start to walk back to the kitchen when Liam stops me by saying, “Faith, come get me in the office when you finish.” I nod and keep moving.

  There are only four of us doing the cleanup. I send Gypsy’s mom to finish clearing and cleaning the table. I can’t face that again. It still doesn’t take too long and we are finished. The ladies are going to sit on the porch with a drink and they invite me to join them, but I explain Liam wants me in the office as soon as I finish. Everyone lets out a loud “Oooooooo” and I walk out, laughing with them.

  I have never been in the office before. I head down the hallway and see the office door is half open, half closed. Do I knock? I just push on it a bit and it opens enough that I can see Liam at the big desk. Jury is in the chair, facing him. I am uncertain what I should do. Thankfully, Liam looks up and sees me.

  “Faith. Come in and sit for a few minutes. I am almost finished.” His eyes leave me and go back to his work. I sit on the couch against the wall. I look around and see the wall has Harley pictures and photos.

  This is what you would expect to see in a bike club. There are two posters of mostly naked women and I feel stupidly jealous. Is she what Liam wants? I look nothing at all like her. He sits in here and looks at those women and then gets in bed with the sad reality of me. Why am I doing this to myself? Child!

  I look at Jury and Liam and freak out when I see stacks and stacks of cash on the desk. How did I not notice? Liam speaks a guy’s name and places a stack in front of Jury, and he writes a name on an envelope and inserts the small stack of bills. This is done, like, two more times exactly the same way. I guess this is payroll? But cash? Really? Liam raises up out of his chair and goes to a tall, large safe and opens it. I discover the reason it is so large is that there are a bunch of big guns and weapons in there. He opens a smaller safe within and begins placing stacks and stacks of cash inside it until his desk is cleared. He locks everything up and Jury stands up. He has maybe twenty or more of the white envelopes with names in his hand. Jury nods at me and leaves the office. Liam walks to the door and I get up to follow him out, when he locks the door and turns back to me. His eyes are heated and I am beginning to recognize the meaning behind his various looks. I want to sit back down, but I don’t move. My feet are nailed to the floor. He is approaching me like a panther would in the jungle. I am his prey.

  When he reaches me, he bends down to kiss me and I return the kiss with my arms up and around his neck. He picks me up like I am nothing and walks me to his desk. We go around to where he was sitting and he puts me facing him on the desk as he sits in his chair. This way, I am above him looking down a little at him. He licks his lips and spreads my legs apart wider. I begin to feel uncomfortable when he doesn�
�t do anything or say anything. He just leans back in his chair and stares at me. I try to close my legs and he slaps my inner thigh to stop me.

  “Keep ‘em open,” he says quietly. He is staring at the center between my legs as if he can see through my panties and shorts. He is now kind of swinging back and forth in his chair a little. I can’t take anymore.

  “Liam…” I don’t know exactly what to say. I feel myself getting wet and this is so embarrassing. I mean, a rush of wetness. Almost like coming. I am out of it. My mind is someplace it’s never been before. I feel heated, yet I have chill bumps on my arms and legs. I am tingly everywhere.“Liam…”

  “Sh,” he says.

  Now we are breathing heavily in time with one another. What is this? He is playing with me I think. This is more than physical. This is some kind of mind game or something. This is deep. I feel confused.

  “I…”

  “Sh.”

  Finally it is just too intense. Minutes have passed. I have to get up and move away from his stare. I try to stand and escape him when it seems like this is what he has waited for. He jumps up and grabs me roughly.

  Way too roughly. He is handling me like I am a tiny nothing. He is undressing me and attacking me. None of this is scary, like Russell. This is probably just as violent, but I am not afraid. I don’t fight him off. I want it. I need it. I am completely naked somehow. He is freeing himself and sliding me on the desk where he needs me to be and he puts his fingers in me before entering me.

  “Fuck, I knew it. You are so fucking, dripping wet. Did you come already?”

  “No! I need to though. Now!”

  He smiles at my answer and thrusts into me roughly. He grunts with each thrust.

  “So fucking tight. So fucking wet. Fuck me back, Baby. Come on.”

  I do my best to hold him with my muscles and thrust up off the desk with each of his thrusts. I am a second away from coming.

  “Yes. That’s it. That’s fucking it.”

  I shudder with my climax and cry out as he does the same almost immediately. Well, he didn’t exactly cry out; he yelled a lot of profanities with my name in between every few words.

  “Oh my God. Oh my God,” is all I can say.

  “Exactly, Baby. That was the best I ever had.”

  “It was…intense,” I whisper.

  He steps back from me and I try to get up. He is zipped up and ready to go as if nothing just happened, but I see he is still breathing heavily. I try to spot my clothes, and Liam grabs them up. He tucks my underwear in his jean pocket and hands me the shorts. I have to stand to put them on and my legs are shaky. He assists me to stand and I pull them up and close them. He holds the big black Harley tee shirt in his hand. This is too small to belong to Liam, but way too big for me. He decided I would wear this tonight instead of one of the slutty new shirts I brought with me. I don’t like to think where it came from or who wore it before me. I stare at it in his hand and he finally lifts it over my head and down my body. He bends down to place my shoes back on my feet and I am flooded with embarrassment that I don’t remember him taking them off of me before. I was just suddenly naked. Oh my God.

  We leave the office and head to our room. I feel the need to break the silence. So I say the first thing I can think of. “So, payday, huh?”

  He looks angry and stops us. “What are you really wanting to ask?”

  “Nothing, Liam. I just wanted to make some kind of conversation and that was all I could think of.”He seems to believe me.

  “That’s all? You couldn’t think of anything else?” Like how good we fuck? Like how good you feel when my dick is buried inside of you?”

  This is the one time I am not enjoying his crudeness. It makes me feel used and trashy, like I mean nothing to him. Like I am not special at all to him. I try to keep marching on to our room and leave him standing there, but he holds onto my upper arm. He is clearly angry.

  He takes the lead and we get into our room. I go into the bathroom and wash my face and brush my teeth, trying to get my emotions in check. I fight tears and feel young, stupid, and wimpy. I know if I hide in here much longer, he will come get me. I square my shoulders and go back out there to face him.

  He surprises me by looking sad and a little bit ashamed. “I’m sorry Baby. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I get heated. I can’t have you or anyone questioning my business around here. I really am sorry.”

  I think through the whole ordeal again and I guess I see what he was worried about. But I say nothing.

  “Am I forgiven?” He looks sincere and apologetic.

  I nod yes but still can’t speak.

  “Look, I know it’s all been too much, too soon. I am a fucking animal. I just…I just waited so long to have you. I have almost fucked you to death. Then I lose my fucking temper so easy and I act like an asshole. I know you must be sore. Let’s take a bath and sleep. Just sleep. I promise.”

  He has his hands on my shoulders and I see real regret in his eyes. I am skittish to just overlook his mad temper tantrums. I like his roughness and all, but I don’t want to be shouted at and treated like nothing just because I make him mad or I ask the wrong question. Once again, I compartmentalize the worries that keep nagging at me.

  “A bath sounds good.”

  I am amazed that Liam makes the warm bath, including some great smelling foamy bubbles and gently undresses me then helps me step into the giant garden tub. It is so not like what I think a big bad biker would be capable of. He surprises me further by actually stripping and climbing in with me. He begins washing my shoulders and chest and ends up giving me deep kisses that go on and on until I am squirming and ready to make love again. He stops abruptly.

  “Ok. We can’t face each other. I promise to give you a night off for rest. Turn so your back is against my chest.”

  Pouting, I do as he asks.“Liam!” Now I feel his huge erection pressing against my back. He thrusts a few times and I turn to lookup into his face and see he is giving me a teasing smile. This is definitely not the heated look in his eyes when he is serious about sex. I can relax.“You are the one that came up with the idea to abstain. Not me,” I tease him back.

  “Ugh! You are going to kill me, woman.”

  Now we are laughing and the dust up has been forgotten.

  “Liam, this is so surreal. Do you take a lot of baths?”

  “Never. Well, since I was a little shit kid.”

  “Actually, I am very sure this bath has never ever been used before.”

  “Really? Not even by Stacy?”

  “Hell no. No one, ever.” He assures me and kisses my head and down around the side of my neck.

  We stay there washing and rinsing each other until the water begins to turn cold. We have been really talking. It has been easy and natural. I seem to have avoided any no-go zones. I learned this club is his life. He left home on his motorcycle at eighteen and rode with different clubs until becoming a Horseman.

  He was born and raised in the south. I am surprised that he has no accent whatsoever. I asked about his family and parents. He sadly tells me he was the only child to older parents. He loved them and because they had him so late in life they doted on him like grandparents. He always planned to go home and see them but a few years passed and he was living pretty wildly. By time he decided to sober up and grow up and go home to visit them, they were gone. Both died of illness, never knowing what became of him. He visited their graves and settled their estate. He shrugged it off and said they were in their mid- and late-seventies when they passed and that was a fair life. I can see he is heartbroken and full of regret.

  “Liam, my parents are very much alive and they want nothing to do with me. I am dead to them. So, just like you, I have no parents.”

  He looks surprised and kind of shocked by my words. Shaking his head, he says, “No. That isn’t true. Why do you say that?”