CHAPTER SIX

– brAN –

His tongue swirls around my finger while he slowly sucks. Our eyes are locked and the promise in his gaze entails raw and hot sex. Kissing this man made my knees weak and invoked the need to ride him straight to orgasm-land.

Within this moment I think I'm allowed to let myself fall under his spell. A quick escape to put reality on hold and take the pleasure this man can surely give. I just know it from the way my body reacts to his with a mere touch. This day has been one huge clusterfuck and the reminder of having my sister's life in the balance, along with the man standing in front of me is tormenting me soul-deep.

Hell, if it wasn't for Heath I probably would have dropped Dee off and drove away. Yet, I was lingering to get a glimpse of the man who was rapidly getting under my skin. I might have made an excuse to check a grocery list on my phone, but Heath was the real reason I lingered. My breath catches when I notice the intensity in his stare. Screw it. I rip my wrist free and with it let my finger fall from his mouth.

My hand is gripping the back of his neck and I don't have to pull his mouth to mine because he comes willingly. The kiss that follows is feverish and desperate. Tongues collide, and I dig my nails into his skin to keep myself grounded due to the pleasure coursing through my veins.

This is what I need. Utter bliss coursing through my veins. No thinking, total surrender to the pleasure two bodies create. Though, it's never been this intense with other men I've kissed. Maybe it's the situation, the overload of danger, reminding me of my own mortality. Yes, that might be it. Whatever, back to no thinking and more kissing. Better yet, getting naked and feeling him inside me.

I have no clue where the ice cream went, but it's not in my hands anymore. The shirt that covered my body–the only thing I was wearing–is ripped from me. It's the only moment our bodies stop touching. As soon as the fabric hits the floor, his hands and mouth are all over me again. He tweaks my nipples, kneads my breast; he's surrounding me and I'm already teetering on the edge while he's still fully dressed.

"You need to get naked too," I grumble and tug at his clothes. "I want to see you, touch you, feel you."

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest. The man quickly follows my order. He shrugs off his cut, and right after he removes his boots. The leather vest is carefully placed on a desk and the rest of his clothes are simply peeled off his body and land on the floor. I back up until I feel the bed behind me.

He prowls forward and reaches for his cock. My gaze is locked and I place my ass on the mattress as I swallow at the dryness in my throat. Hot damn, the man is pierced. A Prince Albert to be precise. A thick ring straight through the slit and comes out on the underside of the mushroom head. I've never had a bed partner who was pierced.

Heath kicks my legs apart and licks his thumb before he reaches out to let the digit rub small circles against my clit. I gasp at the burst of electricity shooting through my veins. A moan spills from my lips, and I let myself drop onto the mattress.

"Give me your eyes, Bran," Heath rumbles. "I want to see how your stunning blue eyes flare into a wild sea when I sink inside your pussy for the first time."

My eyes fly open and I prop myself on my elbows to stare at his cock instead of letting our gaze collide. I can't help it; the massive, ornamented cock is giving me the impression that Christmas will come early this year. His tree might not have lights, but I have a feeling I'll be seeing bright, twinkling stars soon enough.

The pierced tip bounces against my clit, igniting a scattering of electricity to bloom between my legs, and then it's gone. Heath stalks to the bathroom and for a moment I think he's changed his mind. I'm about to throw a full-blown temper tantrum when he strides back into the room. He throws a few foil packages onto the bed next to me.

"You have me so fucking enthralled and itching to get inside you that I almost forgot to wrap up. Almost. Never happened before and though I'm curious how it feels to be bare inside a woman, I assume we haven't reached that point of trust yet. Right? Protection is important, as is trust."

Holy shit. It's a good thing he remembered to use protection, especially when my mind was already locked on "full speed ahead pleasure." Then again, the piercing he's sporting makes me wonder how he would feel bare inside me.

His low chuckle makes me tear my eyes from his cock to collide with his gaze. "The flamin' hot look in your eyes is telling me you're craving the same curiosity." Palming his bare cock he lets it slide slowly through my pussy lips, making his hard length glisten with my arousal. "Just so you know…I've always wrapped up, never fuck without a condom, and no chick's mouth has touched me. I've recently been tested and am clean."

I blink a few times to clear the fog of lust clouding my brain, because what he just said? "You've never had a blow job?"

"I have." He smirks. "Like I said, I always wrap up."

Tilting my head I blurt, "Tasting rubber isn't very attractive."

A bark of laughter rips from him, making his cock twitch. "Not my problem."

Narrowing my eyes I ask, "What about returning an oral favor once the chick has gone down on you? Or do you leave her unsatisfied along with a rubber aftertaste?"

"No telling what cock was in there before me, that's why random pussy doesn't get my mouth," he simply states. "Now, do we need to discuss more details?"

He reaches for one of the foil packages and tears it open with his mouth. I'm watching with building heat between my legs how he covers himself with the condom.

"Or are you going to let me sink myself balls deep inside that sweet-smelling pussy?" His voice is dripping with lust.

"Get inside me already. We can talk–" I gasp when he shoves his hard and thick length a few inches inside me.

"You were saying?" he croons.

"No talk now or later, just fucking. Lots and lots of–" He doesn't let me finish this sentence either, shoving his full length inside me with one hard thrust.

My back arches off the mattress and I scream in delight. The feeling of being impaled onto this man's cock is overwhelming. A bite of pain mixed with a tidal wave of pleasure has me almost bursting at the seams.

His fingers wrap around my throat, pinning me to the bed while he slams his hips back and forth. I dig my nails into the skin of his back, wanting him closer, more, anything, everything. His face is above mine, staring down as if he's memorizing every inch of my face while he fucks me senseless.

"Kiss me," I demand with a breathy moan.

An evil glint appears in his gaze and he slowly leans in, his hips never missing a thrust, and when I think our lips are going to merge, he shifts his head and bites down where my shoulder meets my neck.

I scream while my pussy squeezes the hell out of his cock in retaliation. Waves of pleasure crash through my veins. I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him as he speeds up his thrusts. A growl vibrates through his chest and his fingers leave my throat to fist my hair. The roughness he possesses to pin me down as he takes his pleasure from my body is prolonging my own.

"Brannnn," he grits just before biting down again.

Experiencing his cock thickening and pulsing as he erupts inside me is an intense feeling that's heightened by the rumble of my name on his lips and the weight of his body as he crashed down on top of me. Fleeting bliss is leaving my body boneless and very sated.

It's a feeling that gets as close as true happiness and it's why I sense a satisfied smile sliding across my face.

"Damn. I wouldn't mind putting this on repeat," I heave in between rough pants in an effort to catch my breath.

My heart is racing, my skin is slick with a sheen of sweat and his body is sticking to mine. I could definitely use another shower, but at this moment, I couldn't care less about anything or anyone. Lying here with his heavy, sweaty body on top of mine, his softening cock still buried inside me is leaving me content and still as blissful as I was a moment ago.

He nuzzles my neck and rumbles right next to my ear on a hot breath, "Ready for round two when you are."

And just like that, I've regained a new burst of energy. Apparently, the clenching of my pussy is all the agreement he needs.

"Let me take care of the condom first." He lifts his body from mine and we both wince at the loss of contact when he slips free.

I shamelessly watch his muscles move when he saunters butt-naked into the bathroom. Perched on my elbow, I wait for him to return. The toilet flushes, water runs, a few minutes pass and then Heath stalks into the room with a cloth in his hand. His hand glides up my leg, pushing it to the side to bare my private parts to him.

He gently cleans me with a warm cloth. My heart skips a beat due to the tenderness of it all. Not just the gesture, the gentle way he takes care of me, but it's the intensity in his eyes that makes my breath catch.

Without looking he throws the cloth in the direction of the bathroom where it lands on the tiles with a thwack. His attention is already fully focused on me and I can only watch how he spreads me wide with a hand on each leg. His head slowly comes down until his mouth is one breath away from my pussy.

I freeze, my breath is stuck in my throat, and I'm biting my bottom lip. Didn't he mention something about never putting his mouth on a woman? My heart stutters when he keeps his gaze locked with mine and then slowly lets his tongue slide through my pussy.

"Fuuuuuuuck," I grunt and let my head drop back onto the mattress.

A rumble vibrates against my flesh and I throw a leg over his shoulder to give him more access. Suck. Flick. Lick. The man has a magic mouth and a wicked tongue which combined are a guaranteed way to bring instant pleasure.

I was already sensitive from the orgasm he'd already given me. Yet, again my body is primed and itching for another release. His hands have a firm grip on my ass, leaving me no other choice than to surrender to the way he's eating me out. Drinking my pleasure as if he's feasting on a lifeline that connects us on a deeper level.

The ringing of a phone is slightly distracting, but one flick of his devilish tongue brings static to my brain. There's only pleasure and each wave has Heath's name imprinted on it. I have no clue how much time passes between relishing in the orgasm and slowly coming down from it, but the ringing of a phone picks up again.

"Do you need to get that?" I grumble, slightly annoyed by the intrusion.

Heath's head comes up from between my legs and I want to scream at him to get back to licking me. Instead, I stay quiet and watch how he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, crawls up my body, and fists his cock.

Feeding the pierced tip into my swollen pussy he rumbles, "Ignore it. This club has two presidents to handle shit, and a VP along with it. I'm staying right here where my cock belongs."

And then he feeds my pussy the rest of his length in one smooth move. My eyes fall shut and I'm about to plunge into another blissful fuck session when my pussy is suddenly empty. The air rushes from my lungs when Heath easily throws my body into the air to flip me onto all fours.

A yelp rips from me when he smacks my ass. Hard. I can barely gulp some oxygen into my body when he enters my pussy from behind. Did he get bigger? Fuuuuuuck. I feel him everywhere. That piercing is rubbing a magical place I didn't even know I possessed. Possessed. Yes. That sounds like the right word for what I'm experiencing because this feels exceptionally great.

Damn. Round two and it already exceeds round one. How is that even possible? It's the man. It's his cock. Hell, it might be a mix or just the way we connect. Who fucking cares, as long as this can stay on a loop.

"This." He takes my hips in a punishing grip to fuck me harder. "Is as good as life gets. Fuck, you take my cock so well."

Our skin slapping fills the room along with my moans and his grunts. I'm fisting the sheets and have my cheek pressed tightly against the bed. There's no lovemaking or any comparison to a sexual experience in the past. Sex might be considered sex, but I now realize there are layers upon layers when it comes to intimacy fueled by chemistry.

Making sure pleasure is dealt both ways is a layer-upon-layer process, ticking boxes that make you hot adds another layer. Heath? He invents layers and has an endless supply, shredding any chance of finding another partner who might come near the kind of connection-fueled chemistry we're experiencing in this room.

"Yes," I grunt, partly muffled but he surges forward again at the same angle. "I'm…I'm gonna."

Actual stars enter my vision and I go completely limp in his hands. Heath slams into me once, twice, three times, and then I feel him pulse and fill me up. He bites down where my shoulder meets my neck, muffling his own grunts of pleasure. We crumble in a heap of limbs and bones. Content. Sated…at least for now.

My heart is still racing inside my chest when Heath slightly shifts, making his cock slide out along with–

"Fuck. I didn't wrap up," Heath whispers and raises himself on his haunches as I slightly turn to face him.

He's not looking at me, though. His eyes are fixed on my pussy. Slowly he reaches forward and slides his fingers through his cum that's leaking out of me.

"Never seen this. Damn," he croaks. "I filled you up good."

A moan slips from me when he tries to push his cum back inside me with his fingers.

"Keep making those sounds and I'll give you another load," he warns.

My eyes go wide and my sore pussy clenches around his finger. "You're ready for round three?"

The corner of his mouth twitches. "Can't help it with that pretty pussy of yours."

I just might make him take me again, even if I'm already sore. No woman with two working brain cells rubbing together would pass up another round of awesomeness. Hell, if the whole reminder of mortality today is anything to go by? Then yes, spreading my legs for this man will be happening until my brain or body stops working.

"Prez," someone bellows from the hallway and pounds his fist against the door four times right after. "Church. Now."

"Dammit," Heath grumbles and raises his voice to add, "Be there in five."

He leans in, places his fists on each side of my hips, and takes my mouth with a load of tenderness that makes my heart tingle.

Pulling back, he keeps his head a whisper from mine. "Stay in bed, take a shower, rest, eat some ice cream. Though it might have melted by now. Anyway, wait for me, okay? I'm going to clean up real quick and see what's going on."

"Okay," I find myself saying.

"I mean it," he grunts more firmly. "I know you're in some witness protection shit with a case that's still ongoing. I'm the president of an MC, one with blood ties to another who happens to have a contract with the government. You want to be safe? That place, darlin', is right beside me."

My first instinct is to lash out. To tell him to mind his own business. My twin and I have been handling ourselves all our lives. We've been raised that way by our father. Though, feeling sated and at ease makes me see reason.

"Fine," I huff.

The corner of his mouth twitches and he presses a quick kiss against my lips. Heath gathers his clothes from the floor, along with his vest from where he carefully put it earlier and disappears into the bathroom. A few minutes later he stalks out fully dressed.

He's almost at the door when I ask, "Who's older? You or Hayden?"

"Me by three minutes," he states with a smirk. "You and Dee?"

"Me by seven minutes." I smirk right back.

He nods and repeats, "Wait for me."

I already decided to accept his help, though this whole situation just got a tiny complication added to it. "After two delicious rounds and leaving your cum inside me? Yeah, I'll wait for you because we need to have a little chat. I'm clean, but not on birth control."

He keeps his gaze locked with mine. "I'm the one who forgot to wrap up, and I've never been the kind of man who dodges responsibilities. So, I sure as fuck won't stop now. Like you said, we need to have a little chat. Club business first, then I'll come find you."

"I'll be right here," I tell him.

He adjusts his pants. "Fuck, that sounds good."

I lick my lips, knowing what's hidden behind the zipper of his jeans. Desire pools in my lower belly, numbing the soreness and making my pussy throb in desperation. Shit. I'm becoming addicted to this man.

"Gotta go now or I won't be able to leave," he grumbles and yanks the door open, slamming it shut behind him.