Gonzo (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 7) (22 page)

He didn’t take his mouth off me, not even when the orgasm finally waned and for a brief couple of seconds I thought I was done. His mouth slid up to my clitoris and his fingers went inside me… and then he sucked while his tongue worked me and within seconds I was so close to another orgasm I was worried I hadn’t caught my breath enough from the last one, but he didn’t push me over into it — he kept me inches away from it for several long minutes, and then kissed his way up my body once again, leaving me wanting. My hips moved in complaint from the loss of him while he paid attention to my breasts, and then his hands were at either side of the sleep mask.

“Close your eyes. I turned the lights down earlier, but you’ll still want them closed when I take it off.”

The light glowed through my eyelids, and I put my arm over my face to block it. Gonzo once again played with my breasts, though with his hands this time, and I forgot all about the light. I don’t know how long I took before I finally opened my eyes to look at him, but I smiled as I saw his shaggy hair, and before I knew it I was running my hands over it, and then through it. It was softer than I’d imagined it would be, and he looked up and said, “I like that.”

When I looked for someone I might want to spend time with back in college, I’d gone for the guys most like me — the ones who almost never dressed down and always looked put together, the ones with career goals they kept as a priority. I’d have never even considered someone like Gonzo, and I was beginning to understand a little why some girls said the bad boys are more fun to play with.

As soon as the thought entered my head I realized I wanted to do so much more than play with Gonzo. He’d found a way into my heart and I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it.

“You told me to tell you when I want more?”

His finger trailed my jawline from my ear almost to my chin. “You sure?”

I’m not sure what passed between us with our gazes locked on one another, but the moment seemed too big to speak into, so I nodded.

He stood and drank the rest of his wine before he turned so I could see his front as he pulled his boxer briefs off.

I lost the ability to breathe as his cock sprang free, standing tall and proud.

But then he opened the drawer and retrieved a condom, and my heart went up into my throat as I realized I was about to do something that could make me pregnant. He’d worn a condom with Sandy, too, and now we had the twins.

As if he read my mind he told me, “These are extra strength and a little thicker. I’ve never worn them before so it may take me a little longer to get off.”

“I’m the first… you haven’t been with…” I hesitated longer than I wanted to, so I said the next bit with no pauses between the words, “You haven’t been in anyone’s pussy since you found out about the twins?”

“It’s just you and me in this room, Connie. Let’s not bring anyone else in.”

“Girls really let you go in their bottom?”

His mouth landed on mine as he kissed me differently than he had before — this time he was less gentle, more… feral, as if I was kissing the wolf in human form this time, and the mere reminder that his wolf had wanted me made me forget all my questions. I caught a whiff of what I must have tasted like, and realized he’d finished off his wine so I wouldn’t have to taste myself. We had so much to talk about, but later, when we weren’t about to have sex.

We were already raising two kids together — it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I got pregnant.

I gasped as his fingers touched my outer lips and worked their way to my clitoris. He usually gave me warning, but I liked that he hadn’t, this time. It felt like he was saying this belonged to him and he had a right to just
go
there without giving me a chance to get used to it, or to tell him I didn’t want him there.

My hips moved against his fingers this time, but he teased and tormented me, his fingers moving too slow for me to get close to an orgasm.

Finally, he moved so he was kneeling between my legs, and leaned forward. He put the head of his cock right at my entrance and moved it around a little, our gazes once again locked.

“Don’t close your eyes until I say you can. I want to see inside you while I penetrate you.”

“If I do? If it’s too much?”

“Then I’ll pull out and we’ll try it again. You’re strong. You can handle it.”

I nodded and he pressed in, and I kept my gaze locked on him even though I wanted to toss my head back and close my eyes.

I felt the little lip around his head when it cleared the tight ring of muscles at my entrance, and I squeezed my eyes closed a brief second before flinging them open again. He stopped when they closed, and then pressed in again when we were once again looking into each other’s eyes. I may have felt naked and vulnerable, but I realized he was letting me see into his heart as well. With our gazes locked we couldn’t hide from this — we had to face it. I ran my hands up his arms, cradled his cheek as he so often does mine. He was giving himself to me as much as I gave myself to him, and it was on the tip of my tongue to tell him I loved him, but I didn’t say it. So much emotion seemed to flow between us — we didn’t need words. I’d show him how I felt with my body, and then later we could try to put it into words.

A few times I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to take all of him, but he’d pull back a few inches and then press back in until he was too much, and then he’d do it again. He was so patient, so gentle, and part of me wanted the same feral wildness from earlier but I knew it would be too much while he was getting me used to his size.

When he was finally all the way in, he leaned down and brushed my lips with his. “You can close your eyes if you want, now. Your choice, but I hope you look at me at least every once in a while so I can see where you are.”

I nodded and he pulled all the way out and slid all the way in, and all I could do was open my mouth in a silent scream. I’d never felt anything like it before, and I was sure my heart stopped beating a few seconds before it started pounding in my rib cage like a thousand drummers.

He did it again, paused inside me, and then again with yet another pause… and with no warning he did it over and over without stopping — in and out and in and out. I pulled air into my lungs as I grabbed for the covers beside me to try to find my equilibrium because Gonzo’s cock moving inside me was exponentially better than anything I’d ever experienced in my life. There was no comparing him to others at that moment, though of course I did later. In that moment I was trying to hold myself together, trying to experience every feeling without flying apart because it was too much pleasure for any one person to handle.

He made an adjustment with his hips so he moved inside me at a different angle, and my eyes flew open with shock as this new tilt touched something inside me I hadn’t know was in there. Just like
that
an orgasm washed over me, this one so strong I felt my pussy muscles convulsing around his cock, and since my eyes were open I got to see how this affected him. I hadn’t been thinking in terms of what I was doing to him before, but the change in his expression made me feel powerful, that I could turn this strong, willful, hardheaded, caring, wonderful man on so much he seemed to be lost in our lovemaking as much as me.

Of course, all of this came to me in a split second while I was once again lost to my own pleasures, trying to pull in enough oxygen so I didn’t pass out from pure bliss.

When my orgasm ended, I planted my feet and tried to move with him, or perhaps against him, but it didn’t work and he leaned forward a little more as he said, “Wrap your legs around my back.”

I thought I’d been open to him before — that I was giving him total access to my most private parts — but I’d been wrong. This opened me up and let him go even deeper, and I yelped as he hit bottom and it hurt.

He pulled halfway out and stopped. “Sorry, you okay?”

I nodded. “Don’t stop, just please don’t hit that spot again.”

His grin told me he was up to something, and I gasped as his cock spread me even wider.

“Shapeshifter trick. I can make it shorter, but it means it has to be a little wider.”

He moved inside me a little slower this time to make sure I was okay, and when he was all the way inside I heard myself say, “Do it again.”

He lifted his eyebrows and did it again, and I groaned at the stretch. “Why do I
want
it to hurt?”

“Because you’re sexy as fuck, Connie, and I find that I like knowing I’m the only person who’s ever going to see this side of you.” He brushed his lips over mine again, then returned to ravish my mouth before he rose over me. “I’ll give you more later if I think you’re ready for it, but I’m going to pound you right now, so put your feet back on the bed and spread ‘em wide for me.”

No sooner had I complied than he yanked out and slammed back into me, and with his new girth it was too much, but as I screamed I realized ‘too much’ was exactly
perfect
, and this time when I tried to move with him so our hips joined and pulled apart, it worked.

I couldn’t contain my screams and it’s a wonder we didn’t have people knocking on our door, but there was nothing I could’ve done to remain quiet. It was the feral energy I’d wanted to feel again, it was
fucking
and not making love, and yet it was
exactly
what I needed and he’d somehow known it.

I’m pretty sure I was out of my mind during the orgasm, or perhaps so far into my mind reality ceased to exist. From a scientist’s perspective I realize the flood of chemicals must’ve given me something of a spiritual out-of-body experience, and yet I felt everything in technicolor as if I’d been living in a black-and-white sixties sit-com and had only now experienced true reality.

And the noises Gonzo made when he came — not a yell, not a growl, but something in between. I’d have sworn my clitoris vibrated to the sounds coming from his chest and throat, and my orgasm intensified tenfold as he came inside me. I wished the condom wasn’t between us, but it was only a flashing thought as I wrapped my arms and legs around him and wished we could crawl inside each other and keep these feelings alive forever.

I didn’t even protest when he took the condom off and dropped it on the floor beside the bed, because having his arms around me in that moment was more important than getting it into a trash receptacle.

And he didn’t just hold me, he surrounded me with his warmth by tucking me against him, my back to his front, his arms around me, one leg tossed over my legs. I’d never felt so safe, warm, and loved as I did in that moment.

“How soon until we can do that again?”

He chuckled. “As soon as you catch your breath, but you’re going to be sore tomorrow. Maybe we shouldn’t push it?”

“I won’t mind being sore because it’ll remind me you were inside me.” God, it sounded sappy even to me, but he hugged me a little tighter and kissed the top of my head, and everything seemed right in the world.

G
onzo

I
thought
she was nearly asleep when she asked, “Do girls really let you do that in their rectum?”

“
Fuck
, Connie, don’t say rectum when you’re talking about sex. Yes, women really like it up the ass sometimes, and yeah, I already know you’re interested in anal. We’ll get to it when I think you’re ready.”

“It seems so wrong, and yet when I think of it, it makes me… warm.”

“
Hot
, Connie. It makes you hot and horny.” I kissed the top of her head. “I like that you’re being honest with me, and I want you to always tell me when something turns you on… or if something turns you off, too. I’m pretty good at picking up on your signals, but nothing beats good old-fashioned talking about shit.”

“I won’t know if I’m going to actually like it or not until I have at least a sampling.”

I couldn’t help my chuckle, but I worried she’d think I was laughing at her for wanting it so I explained, “You’re lucky I’m a wolf and I have great stamina. I
love
that you’re ready to go again.”

There were a few things we needed to talk about before we got serious about anal, and I debated whether to give her a single finger and then go back to her pussy with no explanation, or whether I needed to clue her in ahead of time. A few seconds of debate and I knew I needed to inform the scientist first or she’d be asking questions during the middle of it all.

“Can I speak to the scientist a few moments? I think she’ll be able to handle this conversation better than the other parts of you.”

Her, “Okay,” was said as more of a question than an answer, but I decided to just go with it.

“First, when my fingers are in your pussy I can feel whether there’s any fecal matter in your lower colon. There isn’t any there — or there wasn’t when I was in there earlier, which means we’re good to go. There are ways to clean you out if necessary, but we don’t want to go there tonight. Next, the rectal muscles can be stretched just like any other muscle of the body. Just as a gymnast or ballerina can’t do the splits on her first attempt, an ass isn’t going to be able to stretch enough to take my cock without a lot of work to get it there. It can be fun working up to it, but it still takes time.”

“But you can make yours smaller, right?”

“It’s a
cock
, Connie, and yes. However, it keeps the same mass, so if it’s skinny then it’ll be
really
long. I can thin it down a little without it getting so long it bumps against the first big corner inside your colon, but probably not as thin as you’ll want it right now.” I figured now wasn’t the time to tell her someday I’d want to go so deep inside her colon she’d need an enema first.

“So you’re saying…”

“I can give you an idea of how it’ll feel with my fingers tonight, and then we can start working on getting you ready to take my cock in the coming weeks.”

“Just this conversation feels naughty, but I think I like being naughty with you.”

I kissed the top of her head again as I tweaked her nipple, and grinned to myself when she pushed her ass backwards into my cock as the spicy-sweet scent of her arousal bloomed around us.

“One more thing — when playing with the ass, you have to be careful not to get those germs into other orifices. Most of the time this means washing your hands, but I can
change
just my hand, and then
change
it back to human to get rid of the germs.”

“You still haven’t shown me your wolf.”

I’d filled up on steaks before I picked her up, otherwise I’d have been starving with the little bit of food you get at the tapas restaurant. I hadn’t thought to bring enough meat so I could
change
for her tonight, though.

“I should’ve thought of that and brought enough beef for it, but I promise we’ll work out a time, soon.”

She nodded and wiggled her ass against my dick yet again, and I pulled back and gave one of her cheeks a light slap.

The scent of her arousal once again filled the room, more spicy than sweet this time, and I shook my head at the notion this woman had thought she was asexual.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

She did as I asked and I stood beside the bed. “If you want my fingers in your ass, you’ll drop your shoulders to the bed and spread your legs a little, arch your back so you’re on display, and wait for me.”

I turned before she had a chance to comply, and went to my duffel bag. I keep lube in a side compartment, but I hadn’t thought we’d need it tonight so I hadn’t put it in the nightstand with the condoms.

I took a little longer than necessary getting it because I could tell her nervous anticipation was a turn-on, this time.

When I turned and saw her in position, my semi-hard cock filled within three heartbeats and I groaned as I realized it was going to be this way the whole time I played with her gorgeous ass.

“You’re beautiful, Connie.” I climbed on the bed and brushed my fingers over her pussy lips until she was practically humping the air, and then finally lubed my finger and began teasing her asshole.

C
onnie

I
hadn’t been joking
when I said it’d felt naughty to talk about it, and it felt a hundred times naughtier for him to do it, and he hadn’t even pushed his finger inside yet.

He teased my pussy with one hand while he teased the outside of my rectum… wow, he was right — calling it a
rectum
isn’t very sexy.

I’ve never successfully played with myself, but my hands were free since my weight was on my chest and shoulders, and I was
so
tempted to see if I could rub my clit and ease some of the pressure, but I wasn’t sure what to do.

Just as I was about to ask for more, he pressed his finger inside and I gasped at the invasion. Things are supposed to go out, not in, and it felt so
wrong
, and yet… I still wanted
more
.

Thankfully, he gave me another finger a few moments later, and this time my gasp wasn’t just because something was coming in, but because it stretched me open uncomfortably, and I squeezed down to try to slow his entry but he just kept pressing.

“Relax for me. It’s okay to push out — it’ll help you figure out how to open up and let me in, but I’m going to keep coming in no matter how hard you squeeze. The only way to stop me is to ask me to stop.”

At first, my muscles refused to push out. We learn during potty-training as toddlers to only do that on the toilet, and fighting that conditioning took me a few moments, but when I finally managed it I saw he was right as I went from uncomfortable stretching to good stretching, and I moaned as his fingers kept coming in — so wrong and yet I didn’t want him to stop.

“That’s it. There’s a learning curve before you can properly accept a cock up your ass, but you’re going to do just fine.”

His crude words once again fanned the flames of my arousal, and this time my hand reached for my clit before I even realized it.

“Mmmm, I like that you’re so horny you want to play with yourself, but I’m in charge of your orgasms right now, so put your hand back where it was.”

I wanted to argue with him, but I was also afraid he’d stop giving me the wonderful sensations his fingers were bestowing in my pussy and ass, so I took my hand away.

“Good girl.”

If he hadn’t added a finger in my pussy as he said it, I’d have protested being called a good girl, but as he pushed me closer to an orgasm I was grateful I’d been good enough to get another finger.

When I thought I was millimeters away from yet another orgasm he pulled the hand at my pussy away, and the fingers in my ass stilled. I heard a condom wrapper and wondered how he managed to do it one handed, but I wasn’t willing to move out of position enough to turn around and look.

A few seconds later his cock was entering my pussy again and his fingers were still in my ass, though they weren’t moving.

My hands grabbed the sheet as my back arched more to give him better access, and I groaned as I realized he hadn’t been joking about how sore I was going to be.

It was a good hurt, though, and I wanted him to pound me again. Instead, he went in and held, his fingers came out of my asshole, and I heard him opening the lube again.

Both of his hands touched my bottom, fingers fanned out to the side, and I gasped once again as one thumb, and then the other went into my asshole.

He held his thumbs inside my bottom without moving them as he went out and back in my pussy with his cock, and all I could do was moan, yelp, and beg for him to give me more as he gradually picked up speed.

With so much going on there’s no way for me to break down the order of events. I know he pounded me harder than I’d imagined I could take, and he spread his thumbs apart at random intervals, or moved them in and out separately, one going out as the other went in, so one was always inside and I didn’t know whether I was coming or going.

I’d read that men last longer the second time, and I know I was raw from the friction of his cock moving and thrusting in my pussy for so long, but the pain just made me want him more and more. Each orgasm seemed more intense than the last until he finally came with me and the world tumbled into blackness as my senses were so overwhelmed I could no longer process them all.