Night Sky (Satan's Sinners MC Book 3) (30 page)

Writer's eyes heat up with lust, want, and need.
It's about the sexiest fuckin' thing I've ever seen.

My brow cocks and I question,
About?

Yeah about, ‘cause making you cum is the sexiest. So you wearing my property patch is the second sexiest thing I've ever seen.

My blush heats up my face and I know he can see it because he starts to laugh.
Stop!
I smack his arm. Writer laughs harder.
Be serious for a second, would that be okay with you if I put City on here? I mean, I feel like Sugar is just for you. I don't want other guys calling me that.
I ask, concerned because I'm not sure how he feels about them calling me that.

To my surprise, he laughs again and this time I laugh with him.
That would be awkward.
His face turns somber as he adds,
But seriously, the city took you away from me, but it also brought you back. We had some shit to work out, which I think we have. All of that is in the past where it belongs, so we move on from it. You're gonna be my wife and you're my Ol' Lady. Let's focus on our future. It's a forever thing, you and me.

I nod while smiling.
You and me, we're a forever thing.

All of your restrictions got lifted from the doctor today.
Writer waggles his eyebrows while giving me a dangerously sexy smile.

Yes. You know this because you went to the doctor with me.

It's about fuckin' time I claim what's mine again.
His words are so hot! I love all sides to Writer, but when alpha Writer comes out, it does something to me.

He takes the few steps towards me, drawing me into to him, chest to chest, but I stop him. I lay my hand against his chest, taking a few short steps back. Confusion clear in his expression until I start to sign,
This is our first time of giving ourselves to each other in our new beginning.
He nods.
I don't want you to claim me again, Writer.
His head tilts to the side as he tries to figure out where I am going with this.
I want you to own me, baby. I want you to possess me and dull my senses. I'm already yours, but I want you to make me feel how much. And I want you to take everything I have to fucking give you.

That just made number three on the sexy list. Now get your fuckin' sexy ass over here.
Writer's smile lights up his face as does mine.

I slowly take a few steps back to him, but it's not fast enough, so he grips my wrist, pulling me hard and fast so we are chest to chest. Letting go of my wrist, he wraps his arm around my waist so I can't move and his other hand comes up to cup my cheek. I lean into Writer’s touch while looking into his glassy eyes, where his love, hope, and future reflect brightly. The familiar leather and musk scent surrounds me, comforting me, and I start to get nervous. He must sense a change because I see his face turn to one of worry.
What's wrong?
Writer signs to me, and a half grin pulls at my lips.

Nothing's wrong, Baby. I'm just nervous.

Nervous? Why?

Because I feel like this moment is going to change something. I don't know, I'm just being dumb I guess. We've done this plenty of times, right?

Writer shakes his head,
No, it's not dumb, Sugar. You wanna know why?
I nod.

“Because I feel it too. It's like there's this shift from everything we've known to something greater. I feel it in my heart, mind, body and soul. This moment isn't going to change something, it's going to change everything. This right here is everything more and yeah, we might've done this thousands of times before, but that was before. This is now and I can guaran-fuckin'-tee that we've never even imagined feeling the way we're about to.”

Writer doesn't wait for a reply. His mouth is on mine, owning it with every gentle touch of his tongue. He knew exactly what I was feeling because he was feeling it too, and that resolves any nervousness I had. The taste of mint and all him has me throwing my arms around his neck keeping him close. Desperation takes over as clothes get ripped off our bodies, and once we are both free of any barriers between our bodies, he grabs right under my ass with both hands, picking me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

I pull his head to me again, smashing my lips to his once more for all-consuming, dangerous, passionate kiss. We ravage each other as he starts walking, and our kiss never breaks as Writer goes down to his knees on the now wet blanket. He lays me back, it's cold, but I welcome the coolness because my flesh is burning up. I feel like my body is on fire and I'm about to combust. Writer breaks free, leans back looking at me, then gives me a heart stopping smile.

Lowering his head to my neck, nuzzling into my hair, I tilt my head up to give him better access. Writer places slow, sweet, gentle kisses against my skin, and my senses dull as his hot breath hits my flesh. Writer possesses my body with every touch of his wet lips, with every glide of his tongue against me. Wherever his mouth isn't touching, his hands are.

It's almost too much, almost torturous at how slow he’s working his way down my body. My hands clutch fistfuls of blanket as his tongue licks around my nipple and he sucks it into his hot mouth. I feel the gentle bite of his teeth and it has my body arching, trying to get more. Writer releases my pebbled nipple, moving his mouth over to the other one, showing it the exact same attention before. He starts moving further down my body. My chest rises and falls with my heavy intakes of breath.

Goosebumps form on my skin, not just from the rain, but also from his fingertips that gently glide down my collar bone, palming my breasts, squeezing and massaging them. His thumbs rub across my hard nipples before they skim across my stomach. My body shivers and shakes with excitement and desire. Writer sits back on his heels, his lust filled gaze travels over every inch of my bare body. I do the same with hooded eyes, taking in his perfectly sculpted pecs, abs, his lickable V, and his wide long length. Writer's god-like stature hovers over me, his eyes rake over my body like I'm his prey and he wants to devour me. Which I have no doubt he will.

My hand flies to my mouth when I see it tattooed into his hip. My eyes grow huge and when they meet his, his are identical. Writer is still as a statue. We have just discovered each others tattoos. He is the first to move as he leans in examining it, running his warm, shaky finger over the entire tattoo. He sits back up.
When did you get it?

Time stops around us, everything goes black. It's just me and him, nothing else. Right there on his hip is the exact tattoo I have on the side of my abdomen. Two hands forming the ‘I love you’ sign, with fingertips touching. They both look 3D and above it is the night sky. Whether we were angry, sad, or missing one another doesn't matter because we both got the tattoo to remind us of what we once were, and now what we will be again. Was it fate? I don't know, but it shows me that there will never be another man for me. Writer is it. I always knew but the tattoo confirms it. Our souls are one and we were made for each other.

Not too long after I left. When did you get yours?
I lift up, holding my weight on one hand as I run my finger over his like he did mine.

I got mine not long after you left too. It was the first tattoo that Daphne gave me.

What was the second?
I already know the answer so when he bends his head looking down at his chest, I knew I was right.

The tattoo on his chest goes from one shoulder to the other; bat wings spread out with a heart in the middle, swords go through the heart. What gets me is on top of one wing there is script that reads ‘cursed, and across the top of the other wing it has ‘love’. I run my fingers over it, then ask,
Did you get this because of me?

I try blinking back the tears, but one escapes. Writer leans down, kissing it away before sitting back up and answering.
I got it partially because of you partially because of my parents. It was a bad time for me, Ever. I don't wanna talk about it anymore.
I had noticed it a few times before and I didn't mention it, but I had to now. I had to know if I was the reason. It's a beautiful tattoo, along with the array of others that cover his arms, neck, hands, and stomach. The dragon fighting, the tiger, and the joker with the top hat are still top on my list of favorites, especially how they are so brilliantly colored now. I understand his meaning behind it so I can't fault him for that.

I nod my head.
Let's talk about how we ended up with the same tattoo.
Of course it would be my number one favorite tattoo of all.

I have a better idea. How about we get back to what we were doing and talk about it after?

My smile returns.
Typical man, always thinking about sex.
I huff out a breath before I’m being tickled and break into a fit of hysterical laughter. Writer is laughing too until my eyes catch his, all laughter dies. His mouth is on mine again, slow, sweet, passionate, intimate.

I'm not the typical male. I guess I need to remind you of that. It's been too long since I got to make love to my girl. I don't give a shit about tattoos right now. Priorities, Babe, priorities.
Both of us laugh while Writer descends his way down my body, all joking set aside while he puts my priorities back in check. I know he's right, he is so fucking right. He isn't the typical male, as he goes back to the glorious torture he is putting me through.

Writer lifts one of my legs to place on his shoulder, where he runs his hands up both of my calves and thighs, leaving tiny kisses from my ankles all the way up one leg and then the other. He stops right before he gets to where I want him most. My whole body is shaking with want and need, I can't handle much more his mouth, his touch, his scent, everything is driving me crazy.
Writer, please! I need you!
I beg him, when I bring my eyes to his.

I got you. I always got you.

Finally!

The first touch of Writer's tongue on my lower lips has my body jerking. His fingers spread me open even more, his tongue is on my clit, giving little fast hard flicks. I feel it everywhere within my body as I buck against his face. Writer's mouth is like magic, and electricity shoots through my body with every nibble, lick, and suck that he gives me.

He knows just what I like. I feel those two fingers slip inside of me, curling and hitting that spot that makes me detonate. I sit up a little so I can watch. With my weight being held on one elbow, I run my hand through his hair. Gripping it tightly, I pull Writer closer, adding more pressure on my pussy as he ravages and devours me.

My stomach muscles tighten, my mouth drops open. I feel it in my toes, working it's way up and throughout my body. The best fucking orgasm of my life hits me hard and stars dance in my vision. I lose the weight on my elbow as I go back down on the blanket, my back arches, head goes back, eyes shut tightly, and my fingers pull at his hair harder, trying to get him even closer. Writer takes everything I have to give until I can't give anymore and it becomes too much. I'm too sensitive and pulling him away.

My eyes slowly open and automatically land on Writer as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

You're so fuckin' beautiful. So perfect, so wet and mine, all fuckin' mine. You're a fuckin' masterpiece, my masterpiece.

I nod.
All yours as you are mine. That was incredible. Don't use a condom.

His head cocks to the side, face scrunched up in confusion.
Why?

New beginnings, Writer. I want no barriers between us. I want just you and me, nothing to take away from that.

I get a nod and a sexy smile before Writer crawls up and over my body. His mouth finds mine, I give him entrance and I can taste myself, it's not a bad taste but it is different, kind of sweet and tangy. Just like it used to be when he would kiss me after going down on me.

I feel the head of his cock press against my opening, with that fucking Prince Albert that drives me wild. Writer slowly starts sliding inside of me, I hook my legs around his waist pulling him in even more. When he gets inside of me, he stills while kissing and sucking on my neck. I run my hands up and down his back in a sensual caress, he is making me feel how much I am his while he is balls deep inside of me.

I relish in the sensations. It's been so long since he made love to me. The last time we had sex it was fucking, it was fast and rough, there wasn't the connecting and feelings involved. Writer's head lifts to look at me, and a single tear slides down his cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb as he wipes away the one that has slipped from my own eye. We have always kept eye contact while being intimate and that's not about to change now.

I go back to the sensual caress, running my fingertips up and down his back and rib cage as I wait for him to get control. Leaning up just a little, I snake my tongue out, flicking it against his nipple. I then roll my tongue around the barbell and bite down gently, adding just the right amount of pain before moving over to the other. I repeat my actions as I feel his body shiver at my touch and I have to smile to myself that I can still affect him in such a way. Once he is able to move, he starts at a slow thrust, enjoying the feel of being connected this way again. Writer finds a rhythm of rolling his hips, sliding against my clit with the movements while hitting and rubbing my g-spot with the piercing.

The burn in my core starts, my nails dig into his skin and my back is arching once again. This time, as hard as it is, my eyes never leave his, but they really, and I mean really, want to slam shut. All the sensations become too much as he throws me into a string of multiple orgasms. When one stops it doesn't take long for another to start. My pants are heavy and quick, my chest rises and falls quickly.

Writer's breathing is close to mine as he bites down on his lower lip. He picks up one of my legs, throwing it over his shoulder. The angle changes, he becomes deeper, thrusts picking up pace. It's more of a pounding now. His brows pull down tightly then his lips part slightly. The once controlled push and pull, in and out, over and over movements become jerky. One, two, three more thrusts and Writer finds his own release, his body shivers and shakes as his hot cum fills me. The whole time, our eyes are connected and he did everything I had asked him to do.