Page 3 of Johny B

“I need to feel your skin,” I growl as I walk us both towards the bottom of the bed. When I get us there, I unhook her legs from my waist, sending her feet gently to the floor. “This,” I tug at the fabric of her dress, “needs to come off.” Unwilling to waste any more time, I grab a fistful of the cloth and pull it up and over her head. When I see that she’s not wearing anything other than a tiny triangle of fabric covering her cunt, I move her to sit on the edge of the bed and fall to my knees.

“So fucking perfect,” I whisper as I cover both of her full, round tits with my tattooed hands. The dark ink looking so fucking hot against her unblemished skin. Each pink nipple, hard against my palms, is telling me how aroused she is. “Let me get lost in you, Tenley?” I want to get so deep into her that nothing else matters, my mind consumed with only her.

“I’m here for you, Smoke. Only you.” The thinnest rim of blue can be seen in her eyes, replaced with dark, enlarged pupils, as she gazes back at me with utter, unadulterated lust. “Take what you need.”

“I’ll take,” I assure her. “But I will give you what you need in return.”

I grab her ass and move us both further up onto the bed. I slip off my cut and lay it on the floor. Tenley’s hands come to the hem of my t-shirt and she impatiently tugs to bring it up. I brush her hand away only so I don’t catch her when I put my hand behind my neck, grab the collar, and pull the whole thing over my head before slinging it to the floor.

“I need to be inside you Tenley, and I’m warning you now, this ain’t going to be some kinda slow and meaningful fuck. It’s going to be fast and hard.” I unfasten my jeans, pushing the waistband over my hips, freeing my rigid cock. It’s so engorged and desperate for release that it pains me. The pang of guilt at taking my fill with little regard to her needs quickly dispels when she opens her legs wide, inviting me in. “Fuck,” I growl out as I pull the already damp scrap of fabric that covers her pussy to the side and slam my cock into her warm, velvety cunt until my balls slap hard against her skin. “Jesus,” I moan out at the same time as she lets out a squeal at the sudden intrusion. “Shit, babe, I’m sorry.” I still and suck in air. The sensation of her wrapped around my cock takes me so close to shooting my load that I have to take a minute. “You feel so fucking good. I’m not going to be able to get you there too, baby, but I’ll make it up to you.”I start to move, and holy fuck, this is better than before. Maybe it’s because I’ve come to terms with the fact that this woman is it for me, and I no longer want to hide that fact. Or could it be that strangely I feel no guilt in loving this woman as deeply as I love Violet?

Is it Love? I know that I can’t envisage a life without Tenley in it so I guess it must be.

With every thrust I make, Tenley lets out a moan that does nothing to quench the fire that is burning in my groin. My concern at not being able to last long enough to bring her to the edge was unnecessary. Her body is quivering, and short sharp pants fall from between her open lips as she gets closer and closer, so I slip my hand to where our bodies meet and sweep my thumb back and forth over her clit. Her back arches off the bed. I pump into her faster, and as she screams out, her orgasm hitting, I follow right behind her.

I roll to her side, my back hitting the mattress. I tug in huge lungs full of air and let my head stop spinning from the crazy, euphoric high that’s better than any drug I’ve done in my past. I turn my head to look at her only to find her eyes wide, lips parted as she too tries to catch her breath.

Tenley

I can sense him watching me, although, at this time, I’m not sure if I’m still on this earth or floating with some celestial body in outer space.

I turn my head towards him and meet his gaze.

“Mindfuck!” I voice a little too loudly and quickly slap my hand over my mouth.

The orgasm that has just raged through my body, assaulting my very being, was something magical, and all I want is to repeat the experience daily.

He rolls towards me, takes my hand in his, fingers threading with mine and kisses the back before moving his mouth to mine and kissing me deeply, passionately, with a mind-blowing intensity.

“Darlin’, don’t hold back. Tell me exactly how it is,” he laughs at my outburst. “Come here.” He takes a hold of my hip and pulls me towards him. Arms coming around me, until we’re skin on skin. I lay my head against his chest and tilt my head up to see him.

His hair is one hell of a mess, the long waves falling around his face like an abstract veil. His lids are heavy, as if fighting sleep, and I can barely see the dark color of his eyes. His mouth has the slightest upturn at the edges, and there’s not a hint of a crease on his forehead. I search for the word that would describe him but struggle. Then it comes to me.

Serene.

Smoke, motherfucking president of the nefarious Young Outlaws MC, the man who has an inability to show emotion, and who very rarely wears any kind of expression on his face, is… content, peaceful, and it’s a fucking glorious sight to see.

I snuggle into him further, and in return, he sweeps a kiss against my forehead. It’s not long before his breathing becomes steady. The rhythmic sound has me drifting into a light sleep, too.

Chapter

Three

Tenley

The sound of a raised voice is what rouses me from my sex-induced nap. As I move to sit up, wondering what all the commotion is about, it’s enough to disturb Smoke, too.

“Do you think that they are having a lovers tiff?” he asks drowsily. Stone’s deep voice is instantly recognizable, but as the female voice gets louder and footsteps get closer, it’s not one I recognize.

“That’s not Oriana.” Smoke looks at me, his brows pinched.

“Where is he, Stone?” The unknown female voice barks out even louder. “I’m not leaving until I see him with my own eyes.”

Smoke’s eyebrows shoot up until they’re nearly nesting in his hairline, clearly recognizing who the voice belongs to. He moves as if to get up and off the bed, but when the door flies open, he throws himself back flat to the bed and grabs the sheets that had covered us to our waist, pulling them all the way up to his chin.

When I see the stunning redhead standing in the doorway, I’m instantly consumed with jealousy and hatred in equalmeasure. She’s young, younger than me, I’d be guessing at early twenties. Her skin is flawless, like porcelain against her flaming hair. Lips a perfect bow painted in a vibrant red. She’s dressed in tight-fitting washed-out jeans and a white sweater.

She walks into the room and comes to a stop at the bottom of the bed. With feet firmly on the floor, she cocks a hip, her hand resting on it.

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