Page 21 of Watcher

He eases me onto the bed and crawls over me, his lips finding mine only briefly before they find my nipples. I watch him suck and squeeze, never hurting me, looking up often, his eyes caring. When he pulls at my waistband, I lift my ass so he can remove them. He leaves my panties on, and I’m almost embarrassed by how wet I am. Before he goes any further, I lift his tee over his head and toss it next to the shorts.

“Fuck, Watcher.”

He plants a kiss on my panty-covered pussy, and his eyes shift to mine. I watch as his tongue pokes at the fabric, spreading me. I lift my ass again, and he removes my shorts, my chest heaving with anticipation.

I’m surprised at how long he stays down on me, licking and caressing. Seconds turn to minutes, and minutes turn to something I’ve never experienced—the orgasm seemingly building from a galaxy far, far away. For the first time in my life, I climax beneath the touch of a man.

Watcher kisses my thighs and watches me, his dark eyes telling me what comes next.

He scoots off the bed and removes his pants and boxer briefs. Another first in my life—I was with a real man.

Watcher crawls back onto the bed and kisses my feet, licking my toes and ankles, sliding upward along my legs, and kissing my pussy again and again before his eyes fall on mine.

“Slow and easy, baby,” he says, and I nod. The fear is gone, replaced by more anticipation.

Leaving his eyes, I look down between us and watch the head of his cock press against my moist lips.

“I’m good,” I say, throwing a wicked smile. I look back down and watch, my hands grasping his forearms.

Watcher presses a bit harder but stops when I squirm. “You okay?”

“Better than ever.”

He reaches down and grabs his cock, rubbing the head back and forth and up and down between my lips. I swallow hard and take a deep breath. He’s moving in me now, slowly, his eyes shifting to mine now, no reason to look down.

Deeper. More pain. Not bad, but it’s there. He kisses me, and as our tongues become entangled, he moves deeper again.

I feel him pressing against me, tight, wide, still wet. And then I feel a sharp pain, a tearing pain, and I wince. He stops and waits.

“I’m okay,” I say, returning my lips to his. “Don’t stop.”

I look down this time and watch his entire cock disappear. He pulls out, and I see blood.

“It’s okay,” he says. He wipes the blood off his cock with his shirt and then reaches into the nightstand, grabbing a condom. Once he has it on, he moves back inside, his thrusts a little more intentional, a little harder. Though I’m still in pain, I want him inside me. Not because it feels good but because it is him. It is Watcher. My protector. The man who saved my life.

Minutes later, he comes, still fucking me, albeit slower.

“Damn,” I say.

He removes the condom, and I make a quick trip to the bathroom. The girl in the mirror is no longer a girl. Maybe I’m supposed to cry, but I don’t. I smile at myself. “Watcher,” I say as if he’s in the room. I start to cry, and instead of fighting the tears, I let them flow, knowing it was time for a change. Knowing the brat of old was gone, and a strong woman was emerging. It’s what Mom would have wanted.

I suck it up and wipe away the tears, take a deep breath, and go back to be with the man who has made things a lot clearer in my life.

Back in the bedroom, I crawl beneath the covers and wait for Watcher to make his own bathroom trip. When he returns, he crawls in next to me, and I scoot my ass back against his cock. An arm comes over me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. Fuck, that really did just happen.

7

Watcher

I’m standing in the kitchen, naked, watching coffee brew, when I get the call. We have a buyer for the forty Glocks, and Beast wants Diesel and me to make the run with a couple of Prospects.

He asks how things went with Jessica, and I tell him good as far as I know. I tell Beast I’ll be at the club when Jessica gets up. I end the call, pour a cup of coffee, and sit out on my back deck.

Closing in on 45 and banging an 18-year-old virgin. Was that okay? Never bothered me before. It did last night. I never paid much attention to what was in a woman’s eyes because, quite frankly, I was too busy with other things. Jessica’s eyes were different. She has an old soul, and I saw that soul through her eyes.

Kentucky was right. I needed to settle down, though his life was changing as well. His old lady walked out on him last week.

Who was I kidding? Nobody left the life of money to take up the life of a biker’s old lady. With Jessica, I was going to have to look at things differently. Long-term rather than short-term. In fairness to both of us. I wondered how she would feel once I brought her deeper into the things in my life. Although the club accepted what I did, none thought they could ever do what I did. I didn’t judge them just like they didn’t judge me.

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