Page 17 of Snake (Road Rebels MC 3)
Then, she planted her palms into my chest and shoved me down onto the stairs.
The carpet came into contact with my skin as she wiggled me out of my pants. My cock was angry… dripping with need as she perched between my legs. Her beautiful hazel eyes fluttered up to me as a grin crossed her cheeks. I knew what was coming, and my cock jumped with delight.
She parted those pillow-soft lips of hers and wrapped them around the tip. My back sank to the stairs as my hands made their way to her hair. I fisted her luscious blonde locks, committing their softness to memory as her tongue swirled around my head. A drop of precome rose to the surface, seeking its death upon her tongue as she lapped at it slowly. My ass was tight and my legs were taut. My chest was panting for air as she slowly took me as far as she could. Her soft, luxurious hand wrapped around the base of my cock, pumping me slowly as her tongue traced the protruding vein on the side of my dick.
I could feel my head swirling as she hollowed out her cheeks.
I bit down on my lower lip as my heels dug into the staircase. She felt better than I remembered. Time had dimmed my memory of her, but she was quickly replacing the fabricated memories of her warmth. I could feel her spit dripping down to my balls, leaving trails of glistening juice behind as precome dripped from my cock. She moaned around my girth, causing me to grow against her teeth as she choked on me.
“Suck that dick. Fuck, Laiken. Holy hell.”
I plucked her from my cock before I exploded down her throat. I brought her lips up to mine, tasting myself on her tongue. Fuck, the things this woman did to me. Her curves were pressed against me, her tits raking across my chest. I felt her hands traveling up my sides as she devoured me, kissing down my neck and nipping at my shoulder.
Then, I felt her stop, her eyes gazing down at my chest.
“What?” I asked.
She was fingering my tattoos, taking them in as they sprawled across my torso. Laiken had always been fascinated by them, though the stories horrified her. I had the Roman Numeral ‘26’ tattooed right over my heart. It was the number of stitches I had to get the first time my father hit me when he was drunk and high on his painkillers. I told Laiken that I wanted it over my heart so I would never forget. I would never forget the pain of realizing my own father could hit his own son. It was that pain that kept my anger in check. When I felt it surging out of control and when I felt myself slipping towards the same anger that swept my father under.
It was a promise to myself. A promise that I would be better than he ever was.
She leaned down and pressed her lips to the tattoo. Her eyes closed as her arms threaded around me, and in that moment she was holding me. I wasn’t cradling her or fucking her or pinning her to any surface. It was Laiken who was holding my body against hers. It was Laiken who was cradling me.
It never ceased to amaze me how safe I could feel in the arms of this fucking woman.
I sat up on the staircase and helped her to her feet. I took her hand and led her behind me as we made our way up the stairs. I led us into my bedroom as I turned the light on, surveying the disaster area I’d just brought her into.
Fuck. Why the hell hadn’t I cleaned up this place yet?
Oh yeah. Because we were fucking embroiled in a fight that had us holed up in some-
“Looks like some things don’t change.”
Laiken’s voice ripped me from my thoughts as I turned around to look at her. Her luscious body came into view, and I felt my cock jump at her sight. Her voluptuous tits poured into a tight waist before branching out into a stomach I loved to grip. Her hips and her thighs jiggled slightly with every move she made, and I watched as she stalked over to the bed. She climbed onto it on her hands and knees and raised her ass to me, wiggling it around as if to taunt me over to the bed.
Oh, this woman was going to get it tonight.
I strode for the bed and slid right between her legs. I grabbed my cock and lined myself up with her, feeling her juices already dripping onto my skin. I slid into her with a groan, her head dropping to the bed as I sank to my hips.
Her ass pressed against me felt like home, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to end this yet.
I fucked her relentlessly, watching every part of her body jiggle for my pleasure. Her ass bounced and her thighs roared. Her tits raked along the bed and her hair fluttered around her head. She moaned and whimpered, her pussy sucking me down as I slammed into her. I could feel her arousal slicking up my cock as the sloshing sounds of our bodies filled my bedroom.
I felt my balls hanging low with want. Her body was shaking and her legs were giving out. I reached down to grab her hips, hoisting her to me as she began to chant for more. Her desperate pleas flooded my mind and swirled around in my head, making me dizzy as I pounded my hips into her.
But I wanted to see her when she came. I wanted to swallow my name when it poured from her lips.
Ripping myself away from her, I pulled her from the bed. She was sweating, glistening with the dim bedroom light in my room as I shoved her against the wall. I grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up, watching as her eyes widened in shock.
No matter how many times I fucked her just like this, I always relished the surprised look on her face.
Her legs locked around my waist as my lips crashed into hers. Her hands flew to my hair, gripping onto anything she could as I slid my cock back into her body. The way her pussy felt left me speechless. Heaving for air as I pinned her to the wall. I kissed down her neck before I pulled her nipple between my lips, sucking it to its most painful peak.
And then? It happened.
I finally heard what I’d been dreaming about for years.
“Oh, Jace. Holy fuck, yes.”
My body shivered with delight as I pounded into her. She jolted against me, her curves blanketing me as I held on tightly. Our chests were pressed against each other’s as her juices ripped down my thighs. I could feel my balls pulling into my body as I bit my teeth down into her breast. Her hands were shoving me into her bosom as I drew in her scent, and I could feel my cock twitching against her walls.
“So close. So close. Fuck, Jace. Just a little… almost… I…”
Her hips pressed into me, engulfing my cock as I spilled into her. I felt her pussy massaging my cock as her body shook against my muscles. My hands slid from the wall and gripped her thighs, melding her body to my outline as her fingernails scratched my scalp. She held me to her tits as she gasped, moaning in pleasure as I continued to fill her.
“Holy shit, Jace,” she said breathlessly. “Oh my… fuck…”
She released my head before her lips found mine. Her jaw was quivering, her body growing weak against mine. I wrapped my arms around her and peeled her from the wall, allowing her to fall into me as we tumbled back onto my bed.
The smell of us filled up my room, soaking the walls with our secrets of debauchery and lust.
We panted for air as we laid on the bed, her body lying on top of mine. My hands drifted up and down her back, drawing faceless images as she buried her face into the crook of my neck. For years, I had tried to conjure this exact feeling. For years, I had tried to remember what it had been like to have her body encompassing mine. I took in the smell of her hair, still scented with apples and honey after all these years. I took in the softness of her skin as Laiken nuzzled into my neck, her body instinctively wanting to be closer.
After lying there for a few minutes, I pulled us up to the top of the bed. I wrangled and fought with the covers to get them over us, and all the while she was grinning at me. Her hazel eyes were soaring with a hazy pleasure as her body laid there, weak and weary from our time spent together.
I settled down beside her and watched her fal
l asleep, her small little snores falling from her lips that never seemed to quite close while she slept.
I just hoped she would be here in the morning.
But more than that, I just hoped she would still be here once I told her the truth.
Chapter 16
Laiken
My body ached in all the most pleasant of ways. I woke up several times last night, and all to the most familiar sound in the world. Jace was breathing in my ear. Down my neck. His arms were hooked around my waist as my leg slithered between his. It was like our bodies sought one another out during the night. Sought out positions to help us become even closer than we already had been. And every time I woke up with his scent underneath my nose, I fell back asleep with a smile on my face.
But when I opened my eyes to greet the morning rays of the sun, Jace was no longer in bed.
“Jace?” I asked.
At first, I didn’t recognize where I was. My eyes were clouded with sleep, and the walls looked darker than I remembered. I pushed myself up in bed and started panning around the room, trying to get my bearings straight while my body cried out for caffeine. Had it not been for Jace’s musky scent still swirling around my head, I would’ve thought I was somewhere else entirely.
Jace’s room looked different now that I’d had a chance to look at it.
The walls were a darker color than I remembered. It used to be filled with pictures and posters, but now the walls were bare. There were curtains on the window that barely let in any light, and the bed was much bigger than I remembered. But it was the bathroom door that caught my attention.
It was the bathroom door that brought back a distinct memory.
It was the first time Jace had ever fucked me against a surface that hadn’t been his bed. He picked me up, and I whispered to him to put me down. I had clung to him, thinking that he was going to drop me or hurt me in some way. And because I had been struggling so badly, we ended up splintering the middle part of his bathroom door.
