Slate (Rebel Wayfarers MC) (46 page)

He groaned out loud as she tilted her face up at him, one hand raised for his assistance as her hair cascaded down her bare back. He took in the sight of her—breasts barely contained by a lacy white bra, belly exposed where her jeans gaped open, teasing him with a glimpse of white lace panties, her feet bare, and that mane of red curls wild around her face.

“God, baby,” he ground out as he reached down for that outstretched hand, pulling her to her feet and up against him. Her hands were working at his jeans, and she gave a little shimmy as her own slid down her legs to the floor. Unselfconsciously, she stepped on the hem to pull them off her legs all the way, pushing the denim fabric of his down his legs at the same time. His cock slid into view, turgid and hard, slapping against his belly as it sprung free, and she reached for him.

Slate gathered both her hands into one of his, stopping her. “I won’t last, baby, not if your hands are on me right now. When I come, I want to be buried deep inside you.” She gave a gasp as he growled the words into her ear. “Get on the bed, Ruby,” he said, releasing her. He eyed her as she sat and then moved up the bed on her ass using her heels and hands; she watched him as he stepped out of his jeans.

“Ruby,” he said softly, putting one knee on the bed and crawling up to stretch out beside her; he wrapped an arm around her to drag her to his side. “Baby, I need you to know I’m not fucking around here.” He draped her over his chest, tipping her chin up with one finger so he could see her face. “I don’t do casual. I won’t do public, and I will not fucking share. I want you bare too, because that’s reserved for my woman. I need to hear you say what you want, because if we aren’t on the same page, this ain’t happening.” Her eyes grew big and round, and she rested her forehead against his chest, nodding. “No, baby, not good enough. I need the words, Ruby. This means something to me, and you have to fucking know that.”

He heard her throat click as she swallowed, and he watched her lick her lips before speaking in her low voice, “It’s not casual for me either, Slate. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the first time you came to Fort Wayne. I’ve never been with a club member, and I’m clean. I haven’t had sex for nearly three years. I want to be with you, and I don’t share either,” her voice went soft, “but I’m not on birth control.”

His arms tightened around her as he asked, “Do you want babies?”

She flinched, but said, “Well...yes, someday.”

He nodded and kissed the top of her head. “I want to see my babies growing in your belly. I want to watch you become ripe and round, and I want to hold our children. If you get pregnant, I’ll be far from upset, baby. From your belly to the breakfast table, I want that.”

Slate ran his hands down her back and side, shifting her off him as he sat up to tug her panties down her legs and toss them aside. Unfastening her bra, he slid the straps down her arms and discarded it as well. Rising over her on one elbow, he captured her face in his hand, pulling her effortlessly into another kiss. Stroking her tongue with his, he ravished her mouth, biting and sucking on her lips until they were puffy and sensitive as her hand clutched at his bicep.

Pulling back, he watched his fingertips trail down her throat and across her chest, stroking the sides and bottom of her breasts with his knuckles. She was so soft her skin felt like silk against his fingers. Palming her breasts, he rolled one of them in his hand, feeling the nipple pebble and tighten against his skin.
I could eat her up
, he thought.

Lowering his head, he slowly licked across a nipple, then blew on it, the chill from his breath making it harden even more. Tweaking the peak with his rough fingertips, he pinched softly, listening as her breathing became erratic.

Moving his attention to her other breast, he sucked her deep within his mouth, feeling her hands wrap around his head, cradling him there. Ruby arched her back, pressing up into him, and he smiled against her skin, nipping with his lips and teeth just to hear that catch in her breath again.

He slipped one hard thigh between her legs, pressing firmly against her soft, red curls, and he felt her shudder beneath him. Her hand curled around his shoulder, touching him as her head pressed back into the pillow; she made a soft noise in the back of her throat as her hips moved against him involuntarily. Slate smiled against her skin again, moving his mouth down across her belly, slowly licking and kissing from side to side, shifting his mouth down bare inches at a time.

He paused for a moment, surprised by the ink on her ribs. He hadn’t known she had a tattoo. It was a small piece, but she had memorialized her best friend with their names twined in ribbon, ‘Lockee & Melanie’ with the word ‘Sisters’ connecting and binding everything together. “Beautiful, baby, that’s beautiful. I love that you care so fucking much,” he whispered against her skin, tracing the ribbon and words with his tongue and fingertips.

“Scooch up a bit, Ruby,” he said, moving down further in the bed. His hands captured her hips as she moved at his instruction, and he trailed his tongue across her belly, hipbone to hipbone, and back again. Moving between her legs, he pushed his hands underneath her ass, lifting her to his mouth as he spread her labia wide with his thumbs. Pressing his nose into her curls, he took in a deep breath, savoring the scent of her arousal. “God, so fucking pretty, baby,” he murmured, his lips against her inner thigh.

Beginning with the tight little rosebud between her cheeks, he licked and laved every inch of her with his tongue, dipping inside her pussy before swirling back around her opening. He wanted this to be slow and smooth, teasing her with the sensation of his mouth and hands on her.

Dragging the flat of his tongue up to her clit, he lavished attention on that sensitive bud of nerves, using his hands under her ass to hold her firmly against his mouth as she bucked and tried to move away. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he pressed against it with his teeth and tongue over and over, stimulating her ruthlessly. Looking up her body as she moved on the bed, his eyes fixed on her face, watching as she pressed her lips between her teeth to hold back her passion. Slate felt her muscles begin to tense and release, and knew she was close to coming. “Let go,” he whispered.

He slowly slid his hands out from under her, following her down into the bed with his mouth. Pushing her legs wider, he continued to eat at her, teasing and licking her up and down as he positioned his hands. “God, you are so fucking beautiful, baby,” he muttered, “so hot and wet. Fuck. You are soaked for me, so fucking wet.” His fingers were slick with her, and he smiled at her moan as he grazed her clit with his tongue.

“Let go,” he said again, his mouth on her. Pulling her clit into his mouth, he brushed and sucked it as he plunged two thick fingers deep into her, scissoring them against her tight inner walls and thrusting them in and out of her. “Come for me, baby. Come on my mouth, Ruby. Let me feel you. Give yourself to me.”

Her climax came hard, not as a wave or build-up, but as an explosion, and she said his name on a single breathy gasp deep in her throat as she tensed and arched up from the bed. “God, Slate. Oh God.” He was relentlessly pumping his fingers into her, but gradually moved them more deliberately, and he gentled his assault on her with his mouth, slowly allowing her to relax.

After one final lick, bottom-to-top, feeling her try to squirm away from his mouth, he moved up beside her in the bed. Wrapping her in his arms, he pulled her tight to his side. “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful. Love watching you. Can’t get enough, baby. Let me know when you are ready,” he whispered into her ear, softly kissing her temple. His hands moved restlessly, stroking and plumping her breasts, then trailing fingertips across her belly and into the indent of her bellybutton, garnering a giggle from her, which quickly silenced as she tensed up again.

“Slate?” she said questioningly.

“Hmm?” was his response, and when she didn’t say anything else, he lifted his head to look down at her face, his hands still roaming her body. “What is it, baby?” he asked.

She bit her bottom lip, and he rescued it, sucking it into his mouth and then kissing her hard. “Slate,” she started again, and tucked her chin down, hiding her face from scrutiny. He sighed, settling back beside her and waiting, quiet and still. He could tell she was scrunching her face up and thought he knew what was wrong, but needed her to tell him so he’d know for sure. One corner of his mouth lifted into a smile, thinking,
God, she’s a lot of work, but worth it
. Taking in a quick breath and blowing it out, she asked, “Slate, you didn’t...um...don’t you want me?”

He smiled wide at that, pulling her closer; he took one of her hands and brought it down to his rock-hard cock. He wrapped her fingers around it, and dragged her hand up and down several times, letting her feel the evidence of his desire for her. “Baby, I want you so fucking much it’s physically painful. I want to be inside you. I want to own you, to possess you, but this is about more than simple pleasure, and I want you to always know that. This is about us—me and you, and being here together. Fucking is quick, but I want this...I want us to last forever. I will wait until you are ready to have me buried inside you, and fight really hard to not rush you too much.”

He could almost see the gears moving in her head as she digested that. “Forever?” was the word she latched onto, and he nodded. “For-fucking-ever, baby.”

Her hand moved on his cock again, and she said quietly, “I want you inside me, Slate.”

He felt his cock twitch, and grinned against the side of her head as he slid his hips between her legs and she opened to cradle him. “About fucking time. I want you to wrap those beautiful legs around me, Ruby.”

Reaching down between their bodies to position himself, Slate kissed her hard and deep, holding still with the tip of his cock barely inside her. She’d been so tight on his fingers he knew he had to go slow to keep from hurting her. “God, you are so hot, baby,” he groaned as his hips moved and he slowly slipped into her. “So hot and fucking tight, you’re like a glove wrapped around me; I can feel every breath you take like a caress on my cock. Beautiful.”

He felt her shudder underneath him, and stilled. “Fuck, baby....fuck, that was like a ripple, tightening around me. I don’t know how much I can take. Every breath you take…so tight. Be still, shhhh a minute. Be still…” he was panting, trying to hold onto his control. Mentally trying to push back the tingles and tightness in his balls, he took a harsh breath and was lost to her scent—vanilla and flowers. “God,” he growled as he pushed deep into her, then held her tightly, unmoving, “you smell so fucking good. I want to eat you up. I could fuck you all day and never get enough of you. Every breath is mine. Mine.”

She’d inhaled deeply when he thrust into her, and then panted underneath him as they lay still, joined. Using her heels as leverage, she pushed up hard against him, seating him the last inch he hadn’t even realized was waiting. “So fucking deep, baby. Fuck. Be still, just…be still. Be. Still. God, tight. Mine.” He adjusted his arms, pulling the pillow out and caging her head in with his forearms. Kissing her deeply, he slid his tongue along hers again, breathing in deep gasps against her mouth.

“Baby. Ruby, baby, this won’t...I can’t...I’m not gonna last. God, you feel so good. I’ve waited so long for this. I fucking love you, baby. I love you,” he said as he began to move finally. His declaration continued with every hard thrust, “I. Love. You. Baby.
Fuck
.” He drew in a deep breath, muttering through clenched teeth, “Fucking. Love. You.
God
.”

He kissed her again, and then buried his face in her neck, slipping one hand down her back and cupping her ass, lifting her against his strokes. Sliding his fingers between her ass cheeks, he groaned in her ear, “Fucking wet for me, baby. Fucking drenched. Love fucking you.”

With his fingers, he spread the slippery wetness around her tight opening, slipping his little finger inside her ass. “I want this ass. One day, baby, I want all of you. You are mine,” he told her, and he felt her begin to go over the edge. “Yeah, baby, come for me. God, yes,
fuck
…come for me, baby. Ruby,” he groaned as she fell into her orgasm, her inner walls tightening down on his cock hard, pulsing with her climax.

A handful of hard thrusts later and he was with her, shouting her name and biting down on her shoulder as he came apart inside her. Pushing deep and holding there as his cock throbbed and spurted, coating her inner walls with his semen, he felt her begin to slow and loosen. He thrust deep one last time to the root, hearing her catch her breath, and he felt her legs tighten around him again. “God, baby, so good,” he murmured against the side of her head, shifting his arms to take most of his weight off her.

“Baby?” he asked, stroking her hair back away from her face, laughing to see the satisfied look on her features, and then laughing again as she made a pout of displeasure when he slipped out of her. “Are you good, Ruby?” he asked.

Smiling, she tilted her face up for a kiss, running her hands up and down his back. “Yes, Slate, I’m good.”

He tucked his face into her neck again, smiling. “Me too, baby.”

Waking the next morning, Slate knew without looking that Ruby was still in his bed. She was tucked in beside him, the warmth of her back to his front, and her face snuggled into the crook of his arm. Eyes still closed, Slate allowed the memory of what they’d done the night before to run through his head. He felt her move slightly, and realized she was awake.