Page 14 of Providence

I plucked the body wash from the shelf above our heads, and poured a generous amount into my cupped hand.

I was torn between turning her toward me and kissing her into next week, or leaving her how she was, facing away, that perfect ass pressed against my balls. I stroked my soaped hands down over her shoulders, down each arm, before running them over her ribs. I wanted to tease. I wanted to have her humming under my hands with a barely contained orgasm. But her breasts were just too much temptation. I stroked upwards, until I was cupping her breasts in my palms, my thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. She pushed her ass back against my cock. Fuck. Me.

I slipped my other hand down to her hip, keeping her pressed back against me, as I slipped my dick up and down the crease of her ass, and I don’t know who moaned louder that time. I skimmed my soapy fingers down further, willing my cock to calm the fuck down before I blew all over her ass cheeks like a fucking teenage boy.

I slipped my hand across her taut stomach and scraped the edges of my nails down over her mound. My fingers knew where they wanted to be. Where my whole body yearned to be. Fucking yearned. A fucking pussy word but now I understood all those pretentious poets from the past. This feeling, like I would die if I didn’t bury my cock in her right now, was more than lust. More than wanting, more than needing. It was an aching, burning sensation that started in my balls and ended in my heart.

I flicked my finger over the tight nub of her clit, and she rocketed back against me so hard that I grunted. Still, my finger rubbed in relentless circles, the water pounding down on us both, every drop like a caress on my too tight skin. Then I slid my fingers inside her and she keened the most beautiful fucking sound. I jammed my fingers in and out of her, curling them just right until she was panting and bowed against me.

“Please Judas,” she moaned, the words a whispery whine. She tried to reach behind her, to grab my aching cock, but if she got me in her hand, I’d be shooting cum all over her back in seconds. So I grabbed her wrist, pressing it into the tiles above her head. Then I grabbed the other one and held both tiny wrists in my hand.

I let out a satisfied hum as I saw her, stretched long in front of me, her perfect peach ass pushing back toward me. All the reasons I had for holding back from this step fled my brain. Thoughts of holding back for Goliath, guilt over Laura’s death, all of it was gone as soon as the head of my cock brushed through her slick folds.

“Fuck,” I breathed, holding the base of my cock and torturing myself by sliding against her pussy again. I lined myself up, psyching myself to go slow.

Dippy had other ideas. She thrust back hard, impaling herself completely on my dick until I was balls deep and we were both moaning. It was like a switch flipped in my brain. I grabbed her hip and dragged myself out before slamming back in again. Over and over.

Fuck she felt amazing, like sliding into pure, hot silk. My balls ached as they drew up into my body, the way she clenched around me and the noises she was making pushing me to my limits already. Fuck it had been so long since I’d been with a woman. I’d fucked Goliath, but it was nothing like making love to Dippy. Goliath was all hard edges. Pain and punishment. Dippy was soft curves and pleasure. What would it be like to have her between us?

The image of Goliath, the old Goliath feeding his dick into her mouth as I fucked her like this had me biting the inside of my cheek.

I banished the thought from my mind as her cries got louder and louder. She was so fucking close. I could hold out a little longer.

“Judas, fuck,” she gasped. “I’m so close.”

I pressed her tighter into the wall, jamming my cock insider her like I could bury my way into her heart through her pussy.

Soon she was screaming, coming around my cock, the muscles gripping me so tightly I couldn’t help but come right behind her. I gripped her face and kissed her punishingly hard as I came in violent spurts.

My muscles twitched in waves as I wrapped my arms around her stomach and pressed her hard between my chest and the wall. I realized I was holding her up a little, and I slid out, both of us groaning as her pussy clenched one last time, like it didn’t want to let go either.

I released her wrists and lowered her feet to the ground, pulling her against my chest, her cheek fitting perfectly into my neck.

“I didn’t plan for our first time to be in a shower stall,” I muttered against her hair.

I could feel her laughter, her shoulders shaking slightly.

“I didn’t take you for a romantic, Pres.”

I grunted noncommittally and kissed her. I could show her romance. I was fucking out of practice, but I would do it for her. “Let me take you back to bed.”

I folded her into her towel, then picked her up and carried her to bed. There was a tray on the bed, sandwiches, cookies and a bottle of champagne. Where the fuck they got champagne from was beyond me. A note was hastily scrawled on the back of a receipt.

G and I will watch the baby tonight. Eat. Rest. Fuck like bunnies. - Sol x

I shook my head, then went about doing exactly as he suggested.

8

Goliath

We sat in Church, but for the first time in the Club’s history, there was a kid playing with a Barbie in the corner, and another sad-eyed child sitting at the table like he rode a Harley and murdered people every morning after watching Sesame Street, and a baby lying on the table, his head turned to the side, watching us all with wide, intelligent eyes. Around the table sat my brothers, Judas at the head of the table, and Cain and Solomon on either side of Serendipity. Trigger sat in his usual spot, but instead of Shots by his side, Marco sat there.

Crush, Cubbie, Breaker and Sonny were on watch, so the only patched members present were the former Prospects, Goose and Bear. I eyed them. Trigger trusted them, so I guess I would too. They held their fucking own during that shit with the Angels. That counted for something.

Still, I left my gun on my thigh under the table. People could be bought, especially young guys with big ambitions. The only people I trusted were my fellow Horsemen. They were better than me. Everyone else was a fucking suspect. Maybe not Marco. That fuck loved Serendipity like a fucking pussy-whipped fool. Though if I understood their history, there hadn’t even been any pussy involved.

Judas was watching the two Brothers with an intensity that was making them squirm.

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