Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC Book 2) (13 page)

I position myself at her opening and stretch over the top of her perfect body.

“Princess, you have the sweetest tasting pussy I’ve ever had.”

“Jacob…” she moans, her body moving restlessly and still quaking from her release.

I use my hand to slide my cock back and forth over her throbbing clit, teasing both of us.

“Eyes on me, Carrie.”

She slowly opens her eyes, the green color glows back at me. Her pupils are so dilated they could swallow a man in their depths.

“Untie me now, Jacob… please. Please, let me touch you.”

Motherfucker!

“Taste how sweet you are, Carrie,” I say to divert her, slamming my lips against hers and thrusting my tongue in her mouth. I rest my cock in between the lips of her pussy and just glide there gently while she kisses me back, her tongue fighting with mine.

“You taste good don’t you, Princess? Do you see why I need more and more? Soon, I’m going to spend hours, doing nothing but eating your pussy until you pass out from the pleasure.”

I pull back now, once again positioning my cock. I’m dying to be inside of her.

“Carrie. Eyes. Now,” I order.

She instantly opens them again and locks onto me.

“Don’t take them off of me, Princess. Not once. I want to see it all.”

She bites her lip nervously, but nods.

“It may hurt, but I promise I’ll make it feel good soon.”

She gives another slight nod. I don’t want to hurt her. To be honest I don’t know anything about taking a virgin. I figure I’ve given her enough pleasure to make up for the pain and this sure isn’t the end of it. I caved because I wasn’t going to let Bull claim her. With this taste of her I know it’s not going to stop—not now. Fuck, maybe never. I’ve not felt alive in so long and with Carrie I feel way more than just alive.

I take a breath and then brace myself on top of her and plunge inside. I feel a barrier, but she’s so slick and with just a small thrust I push through and suddenly I’m completely inside. It sounds stupid. It sounds ridiculous, but I’m home. I fucking like being the only one to have been here.

Carrie cries out at the intrusion and those beautiful green eyes water. It takes all I have, but I hold myself still—letting her become accustomed to me.

“I’m in now, baby. Tell me when it starts to feel better.”

“It burns,” She confesses and one lone tear rolls down her cheek.

I lean down and kiss away the tear and then kiss down her neck making a path down to her breast. I capture a nipple between my teeth and worry it with my tongue. Teasing gently, but never stopping. I’m trying to get her back to the point I need her. I put all my weight on one arm while sliding my hand down between us. I tease her clit.

“Jacob…” She gasps and I can feel the moisture gathering around my cock and slide a little further in.

“That’s it, Care Bear, you feel so good baby. There’s never been anything better.”

“Jacob….”

“You’re fucking amazing, Care. Amazing,” I praise.

“I need more,” She gasps her hips trying to move under my weight.”

“I got you baby, now comes the good part.”

I pull almost all the way out and then push back in. Slowly at first, but when she starts to follow my rhythm, I pick up speed.

“Fuck yeah. Lock your legs around me and hold on.”

I know she’s a virgin, I know the importance of what I just took from her. Yet, I can’t slow down. It is beyond me. I’m too far gone.

I have the presence of mind to manipulate her clit, bringing her to the edge again. I can feel my balls tighten and I know I’m going to blow.

“Come for me, Princess. One more time, let me feel you come all over my cock,” she moans as I pull up on her hip and sink down to my balls.

Fuck, it can’t get any better.

That’s my last sane thought as she calls out my name. It blends with my groans. Her walls ripple against my dick and takes every drop of cum I have to give her.

I was wrong, it can get better. It just did.

Carrie

W
ow.

I should probably think of something more profound, but I’m pretty sure my brain is mush. All I got is… wow. Jacob is lying beside me, one hand across my stomach. I feel the other against my side. His fingers moving up and down along my thigh. I’m trying to process everything. I don’t think I was prepared for sex, not sex this intense. It is everything and more than I thought it would be with Jacob. It was perfect. Except,
it wasn’t
, not really.

Now there is silence. All you can hear in the room is our breathing slowly coming back down to normal. There are no soft words of love. No laughter, no playing, none of that. Worse, there are no soft touches being exchanged, no holding each other close. None of the stuff I dreamed of is happening in the aftermath. Instead, I’m lying in a bed with Jacob’s hands on me, willing myself to be quiet because he’s not talking and I’m afraid of saying the wrong thing. I can’t touch him or hold him close or do the million and one things I want to do. Why? Because my hands are still tied. My lips feel dry, my throat feels raw…but then I did scream out that last time. When I can’t stand it any longer, I take a chance to shatter the silence.

“Jacob can you untie me now? I need to go to the restroom.”

“I don’t want you to go yet, Care Bear.”

My heart aches at the use of his nickname. Not because it’s not beautiful, wonderful and amazing—no. It’s because those are the words I want to hear. The words I need to hear, but yet it seems…not quite right.

“I’m sticky…”

He smiles and those hazel eyes sparkle. Somehow with that smile, he reminds me of the old Jacob and that knot in my stomach loosens its hold, if only slightly.

He kisses my lips gently almost reverently. This…this is what I want.

“I like the idea of you being overfilled with me—of you dripping with my cum.”

I blush at his description, but secretly I’m jumping for joy too. I like the idea. I like everything about it and I
love
that he likes it.

“I need to stretch my arms though.”

He looks up at the binding above my head and something flashes in his eyes. I don’t get the time to decipher it. He reaches up and in just a few seconds I’m free. I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I kind of understand what is going on, even if it does confuse me. I wish Jacob could be completely open with me. I keep thinking back to the first time I saw Jacob in the hotel room. He had been in bed with two women. Neither of those women were tied. Why were they allowed to touch him, if I can’t? Is there something wrong with me?

I don’t ask, I suck in the hurt. I don’t want to push him away. Whatever this is, it is new. I’ve never been in a relationship before. What I do know is I love him and I need this to last. If it doesn’t, I’m going to lose such a large piece of myself, I will never recover. Again, my conversation with Nicole flashes in my mind. I signed on to fight, not quit.

Jacob has my hands, rubbing them gently. Slowly, he brings the circulation back in them.

“Better?”

I smile and nod, which makes me feel stupid, but I can’t seem to find my voice.

He places small kisses on my hands and when he’s done I feel even more awkward. Maybe I should have allowed him to keep me tied? Because right now? I’m afraid to touch him, so my hands are just clumsily lying at my side.

Oh god, shoot me now.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jacob asks and I want to tell him, let it all out and tell him. I don’t. I’m afraid. This might not be everything I want, but it’s already more than I thought I would get. It’s a start.

“This is new to me…” Not a lie.

“Oh I noticed that Princess, believe me.” He pulls me on top of him, so I am now straddling him. I can feel him hard against me and I instantly feel my insides quiver in want and need.

“What…what are you doing?” I ask, wondering if he can feel the way I rocked against him.

“I want you to ask for my cock and if you convince me? I’m going to let you ride me until you make both of us come.”

“I…like this?” I ask, not because the position is so new to me, but more because maybe I can touch him now and that thought excites me even more than knowing I will have him inside me again.

“Exactly like this,” he confirms and I might be squealing like a little girl on the inside.

“Are you too sore for me this soon, Care?”

I blush at his words. I shake my head no. I’m totally lying, I feel really tender and sore there, but nothing will stop me from having him again.

“Thank fuck,” He says and I have to concur. “Do you want my cock?”

“Yes…”

“Then tell me, Princess. Let me hear you.”

“Jacob, I…I want your cock.”

“That’s my girl,” he says as he wraps a hand in my hair and pulls my lips down to his. I use one arm to brace myself so I don’t fall. I feel the sting of him pulling my hair, my pulse rate jumps in reaction.

“Guide my cock inside of you, Carrie.”

I go up on my knees to do as he asks. He hasn’t let go of my hair. If anything, he has wrapped it tighter around his hand. It takes me a couple of fumbling tries, but I get him to my entrance and slowly slide down on his dick. There’s pain almost instantly, but I bite my lip and ignore it, because even through the pain it feels good. Can you get addicted to sex after one time? I think I might be. When he is all the way inside of me, I freeze. In this position it feels like I’m stretched to my limits. I don’t move, I’m not sure I can.

“That’s it Princess, get used to having me inside of you. You’re so damned beautiful Care Bear and fuck woman, you feel so good. I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock, like it can’t get enough.”

I’m totally unsure of myself. I’ve read a lot of books, so I try to remember from them what to do. I don’t want to disappoint him, but I draw a blank. Jacob’s eyes on me, his…cock inside of me? All I can think is that I want more. I want this
forever
.

I rock on him slowly.
Oh, that feels amazing
. Jacob’s face blooms into this lazy smile and his hands go to my hips. He pulls me up and down, showing me the rhythm he wants. On each downward stroke he thrusts up. The pleasure is so intense, I call out his name. I move my hand slowly down his chest. He is perfection. Absolute perfection. There are no other words for it.

He stops my movements with his next words though.

“Play with your tits, Princess. Take each nipple in your fingers and tease them for me.”

Under his direction, my ride picks up speed and I get lost in the moment, following each command he gives me without question.

Bring your breasts to my mouth Princess, I need to suck them,” he demands.

I do it without question. I am his prisoner. He orders and I give it. I’ll do anything he asks at this point. For the first time in my life, I feel like I am…
home
.

It will get better. Jacob will let me in. I need to just give him time. That’s the last thought I have before I detonate into a thousand pieces.

My heart cries out…
Jacob, please let me in.

Dancer

F
uck. Fuck! Fuck!!
FUCK!

What was that? What the hell was that?

I’m lying in bed after the most intense
sex
I’ve ever had in my life. Carrie fell down against me almost immediately after that last round. She is sleeping wrapped tight around me. It should feel suffocating, it doesn’t. It feels like I’ve reached…hell, I don’t even have words. I just know, I wish I could freeze this moment and live
here
—never leaving
here
.
Here
is good.

Still, even
‘here’
doesn’t feel right deep inside of me. I’m completely satisfied. I have the woman I’ve dreamed of for years in my arms and still there is fear. My heart is beating out of my chest. I feel like I can’t breathe. I am sweating and it feels like I’m going to jump out of my skin. It doesn’t make sense. How can I feel so good being with Carrie, but still sense a panic attack waiting for me? I’ve felt it enough times to know. Panic and I have become bosom buddies.

I need to leave. I need to get out of here. A drink…I need a drink.

I jerk as my phone rings. I stretch to reach down to my pants on the floor. I find it in my pocket. Carrie moans, the sound is enough to make my cock come to life. How the fuck is that possible? I came so hard the last time I thought the damn thing would have been dead to the world the rest of the night.

“Yeah?” I grumble into the phone. I feel Carrie place a kiss on my chest. I look down to a sea of golden red locks, I feel another feather-light kiss and then she snuggles back down, her breathing evening out.
Shit. Had the other person answered yet?
I’ve pulled the phone away from my ear to watch Carrie. This woman is so fucking dangerous. “What?” Wondering who the hell is calling.

“I said, I need you at the club.”

Dragon.

I may have wanted to take a breather from Carrie, but going to the club is
not
what I had in mind. That place fucks with my head. The men and the loud party atmosphere, I can’t handle it. Always before, I’d go to a bar, find a good lay within a few minutes and take her (or them) back to the cheap hotel I was living in. The few times I’ve been summoned to the club have played hell with my brain. In prison we were always kept in groups, never alone. When the men weren’t talking or yelling, the guards were. There was never silence. It only got worse at night. At night you were locked in your tiny cell with another inmate. The room was always so hot and thick with stomach-souring odors. There’s no way to describe the actual stink and desperation that clamps over everything in prison.

“Motherfucker, are you listening to me?”

No.

“I can’t leave Carrie unprotected,” I argue, ignoring the fact that I almost left her alone before Dragon called.

“Bull should be there anytime to watch over Red. You get your ass to me. It’s important.”