BULL: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 6) (127 page)

8

Jessa couldn’t sleep. All she could think about was Michael in the next room. Rather than toss and turn, she went to the covered window, peeling back some of the cloth to look up at the moon. It was large in the night sky, almost full by the looks of it. And it was beautiful. She stared out for several minutes, trying to clear her mind, but her thoughts always went full-circle back to Michael. And her body still ached for him. Shane was out cold in the second bed. The kid slept like a rock and she knew he wouldn’t stir ‘til morning. Of course it would be 5am, but still he was out for hours.

“Dammit.”

She knew it was useless. She would never get back to sleep, with her body insistently yearning for satisfaction. She sighed to herself and looked once more at the bed that she knew she should be in. She just couldn’t bring herself to get back in it. She was losing the battle quickly now. She was already accepting that she couldn’t deny her desire any longer.

Jessa opened her door slowly. She waited for the loud creek that would alert Milo or somehow wake Shane, but she was able to open it without any horrific loud noises at all. She tiptoed over to the room next to hers and paused with her hand on the door knob for what felt like several minutes. Jessa almost turned around, but instead just turned it suddenly before she lost her nerve. Here goes nothing, she thought.

Stepping into the room and closing the door softly behind her, she waited to see if she had awoken him. When he didn’t turn towards her or move at all, Jessa took the time to allow her eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room. When she could finally see, she walked towards the side of the empty bed. The closer she got to him, the more her insides shook in anticipation.

God, I need this
. She kept thinking to herself.

Jessa started to pull her clothes off slowly, trying her best to be quiet. She didn’t want to wake him, until she was ready. He had indeed been very patient with her, and now she wanted to reward that patience…and reward herself. Jessa touched her soft breasts, pulling on the hard ends with her fingers. Her flesh was more than ready for him and when she finally slid in next to his warm body under the covers, she molded herself against him. He was wearing just a pair of briefs and his skin was hot against her night-air-cooled flesh.

She didn’t move for several moments as allowed her heart and breathing to settle down a bit. She wanted to just feel him against her for a little while. She could feel the swell of her breasts pressed against his hot back, her nipples tightening with anticipation. Jessa moved her arm to encircle his chest as he began to stir.

***

“God, please tell me this isn’t a dream.”

Michael whispered the words, mostly to himself as he felt her warm flesh against his back. He had awoken when the door opened and though he had wanted to turn and see her, he was still afraid, even then of scaring her off again, so he had waited patiently for her to get up the courage to climb into bed with him herself. He was pleasantly surprised as he realized she was absolutely naked.  Michael couldn’t suppress the groan that came out as her body pressed against him. Her arm went around him, grasping at his chest as she pulled tighter against him. Finally she was ready. Thank God, he thought.

If it was a dream, Michael did not want to wake up. He tried to stay quiet, afraid that any quick movement might ruin it…like when you spot a deer on a morning walk. He had already failed miserably though. It was impossible not react to her, especially since he had been waiting for her for what felt like years. He took the hand that was on his chest into his own.

“Are you awake?”

“I’m not sure.”

Michael turned towards her, his hands moving to her ass and low back as he pulled her hips to him as they lay on their sides. His lips met hers, but with even more insistence than before. He held her chin with one gentle hand as he pulled her closer. When he finally pulled away from the kiss, her eyes were shut.

“It’s about time Jessa.”

At this, Jessa’s eyes fluttered open and met his. But there was no smugness in his comment that may have killed the mood. She could only see desire and a raw need in them. Their lips met again, though this time his hands ran down her side, stopping to caress the underside of one of her breasts. She cooed softly and pressed even harder against him. She could feel the excitement growing through the thin cloth that covered his hardening shaft. Her own sex was quickly growing wet with a desperate desire to receive him inside of her.

“Michael, I need you now.” She almost begged as she removed his shorts with first a hand and then her foot, pushing them down and then off of his body.

Mike grabbed her hips again, parting her legs as he raised one of her thighs over his own. His hard length pressed up against her quim. Mike spread her legs around him and pushed through her quivering thighs. He felt the liquid coating his shaft as he rubbed his cock across her exposed wet lips. He allowed the head to dance against her opening, as she squirmed to try and guide him inside. If she could just position herself right, she could push herself down onto him, but he anticipated her movements and teased her as he resisted.

Jessa whined, her body trying desperately to drive him inside of her, but he evaded every attempt, driving her into a virtual frenzy. She was becoming needier by the second, begging him to take her. It was a stark difference from the woman who had refused him so many times before. Her dam or resistance had finally broken.

“Please Michael, just give it to me,” she half demanded.

Michael paused, and allowing his rod to slide along her hole once more, he moved his body lower in the bed, while his arms held her thighs open to his gaze. He gazed at her open sex for a moment before running his tongue over her mound.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped.

Jessa moaned and pulled him closer, her thighs squeezing his neck as his mouth ravished her slickened core. Her hands pushed through his hair, pulling him in even tighter, her whole body screaming for more. Jessa’s muscles started to tense under him, her hips moving quickly against his lips and tongue as she sought to grind her clit against his willing mouth.

She felt a small nibble on her most sensitive part and cried out into the quiet night. Michael forgot how loud she was and eased off, lest she wake the rest of the house. His mouth released her and he looked up at her face as he slid a finger inside of her, even as he offered his other hand‘s fingers for her to suck on. Contented to suck and not scream she allowed him to pump his fingers inside of her, reigniting her orgasm anew. She relinquished his fingers from her mouth as she cried out his name.

Finally prepared to feel her around him, Mike pulled his body back alongside hers as he pressed his mouth against her. Just as quickly he rolled on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress as once again his hardness pressed against her aching, ready core. She could feel his heat on her and she rose her hips to try and meet it. The contact made him hiss under his breath. He felt her hot wetness against the base of his sex as Jessa desperately pulled her hips up in an attempt to finally land his head solidly against her swollen center.

“Stop teasing me Mike, Come on, enough is enough,” she said huskily into his ear. “I get it, I made you wait so so long,” she purred.

Her hips moved up again, straining to allow herself to be entered by him completely. Jessa was soaking wet and she couldn’t have possibly been any more ready than she already was. His cock was so close now, the tip beginning to press against her lips. The slightest twist and he would finally be filling her need.

“I want you forever Jessa, not just for tonight. Lying here with you now, I can’t even imagine the world without you. Tell me you are not going to run away again. When are you going to see that I really care for you?”

“I am not going anywhere Mike. Please!”

Mike was on the edge of giving in himself now, but he had been burned too many times by her to give in without just a little more reassurance. He had not let on how much her prior abandonments had hurt him.

“Tell me you love me Jessa. I’m tired of the games. I don’t want to be with you until you say it. I want to hear it from your lips. No more denying, because I already know you do.”

Jessa’s hips relaxed as the shock of this revelation sank in. She knew he cared but she had not really allowed herself to feel. Now there was no escape from the full impact of his devotion.

“I can’t Michael.”

“I love you Jessa, and I know you love me…please just let me hear it. After all the chasing, I need to hear it.”

Despite, or perhaps because of the gravity of their words, the passion had only increased between them, and Jessa let out a sigh as she felt him straining at the entrance between her outstretched legs. Now they were both waiting to see where this would lead. She squirmed trying to pull him in without giving in with those final words. She was amazed at his restraint. Even as he still held back, his blue eyes filled hers with the love that he clearly had for her. She knew she loved him too, but found her mouth could not utter the words. Everyone she had said those words to had left her, except for Shane. They were all dead, and Jessa didn’t know if she could take another loss. 

9

“Mike, I …”

She was unable to complete the sentence as he finally gave in to his lust and thrust fully inside her. Her words were replaced with a deep groan of pleasure as her body exploded underneath him. Like before, they fit together perfectly, her walls molding their way around his length. Mike’s blue eyes stared down into hers, waiting as his cock throbbed inside of her.

“Tell me Jessa, or do you just want me to fuck you? Is that all I mean to you? Cause I can do that too if that is all you want.” He could no longer contain his frustrations.

His words were crass, and seemingly in contrast to all of his earlier restraint, but she knew he was justified in saying every word. All the while she felt him pulsing deep inside or her, as the last vestiges of his control fought to prevent his animal passion from literally spilling out of him. She could feel how complete she felt with him at her side. He was like a part of her that had been missing for so long. She was done running.

“I love you Michael. I think I have loved you since we met.”

It wasn’t exactly the most spontaneous profession of love that he had ever heard, but it was all he had wanted. He had just needed to hear her say it. Mike bent his head down and kissed her softly on the lips, tasting her as his tongue entwined with hers. He finally, mercifully began to move his hips against hers, gently at first, but steadily gaining momentum as their passion was finally set free.

Jessa’s arms wound around his neck and she pulled her chest up to him, as he held her to him with a hand on her ass as he supported some of his weight with the other outstretched arm. The whole time his hips increased the tempo, beginning to slam against her, his cock pushing deeper with each thrust.

“I love you Jessa, I have wanted to say that for so long now…”

As she finally fully surrendered her heart and her body to him, she allowed the relief and the feel of him deep inside of her to build until she hardly stand it. Her whole body exploded as her shut her eyes even more tightly so she could just feel the moment. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and she held him in place as she convulsed around him. Deep sounds of satisfaction and relief escaped her lungs as her body finally began to go limp beneath him.

Mike pushed back and sat back to his knees. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her body towards him. She squealed and then moaned as he re-entered her as her thighs went again around his waist.  Whatever control he had managed to draw upon earlier was gone, perhaps freed along with his ability to finally just completely be himself, knowing at last how she felt about him. 

He drove her down onto him as she bounced on his rigid staff once again, feeling herself stretched around his length. They quickly fell into a rhythm as Jessa began to come down on him with a force to match his upward thrusts. Soon they were both feeling the growing pressure of imminent release. As they each sensed the other getting closer and closer to the “little death” the feelings grew inside of them exponentially until he was exploding inside of her with a gasp even as her body once again released a torrent of fluids as she gripped him in a fresh wave of convulsing pleasure. Her hands gripped the sheets beside her as her body writhed. He released her legs and they fell to the mattress around him. Jessa breathed in heavy breaths of air, unable to stop the shivering down her spine. It was so intense for her that she actually thought for a moment that she might pass out. When Mike finally slid out of her, her legs went together and she curled onto her side, her head nuzzled up against him.

Mike lay down next to her, caressing her hair and kissing the top of her head, even as the sheets finally fell from the bed completely, almost as if they too, had had enough and were now completely sated. Michael’s heavy breathing and steady strong heart beat began to calm as he moved to spoon her from behind. His hand cupped one of her tits and she moaned softly as the fingers could help but play with her hard nipples. Jessa’s ass pushed back against him almost involuntarily. His cock was again rising again for more.

“If you don’t stop Jessa, we aren’t going to get any sleep at all.”

Jessa giggled and moved back against him, feeling his rod pushing between her thighs and slipping against her wetness. He was already fully hard again and though Jessa was fully satisfied, she realized her body wanted more. It was as if they had both come out of the desert and stumbled upon an oasis. They would drink their fill, both to make up for the long drought they had endured, as well as to store up for whatever history told them the future might hold.

She sat up and kissed him on his lips as she looked down at him. Her body settled on top of him once again, positioning her wet heat right above him.

“Who says I don’t want any more Mike?”

Jessa grabbed him in her hand, as she guided him inside her again, even as she pushed down slowly onto his length. She made it almost all the way down before her eyes fluttered shut and she felt complete and filled once again. Her hands braced herself against his hairy chest as she began to move ever so slowly on top of him. Mike let out a groan as he watched her work him inside of her, pivoting her hips in an increasing tempo, even as she rubbed her clit against his body. Jessa moaned and sat tall, taking him deeper once again, while simultaneously offering him a view of his cock as it parted her lips and entered her. His hands were drawn to her jiggling breasts, as he set to squeezing and massaging the tender skin.

“Mmm, suck on them Mike.”

Jessa bent down, her hands going to either side of his head. She lowered her tits to his face, rubbing them against his short beard. It tickled her skin as she moved faster, her chest bouncing across his cheeks. He was happy to acquiesce to her demand as he took her nipples into his mouth in turn, suckling them and feeling Jessa respond to the pleasure of his attentions.

“God yes, Mmmm.”

Jessa started to groan louder, as she again ground her hips against his as her body started to shake. Michael could feel her juices flowing around his cock as he pushed deeper inside. He was almost sore by now as his hands went to her waist and he thrust up, taking both of their breaths away in the process. Jessa’s body was slackening from the powerful climax.

“I can’t Mike, oh God, it is so tender.”

“Let me finish what you started Jess.”

The man lifted her up off of him like she weighed nothing rolled her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach even as Mike was behind her, pulling her ass up before she could stop him, not that she wanted to. Michael groaned at the sight of her beckoning pussy and quickly pushed inside of her soft wetness once more. He slammed in from behind, pushing Jessa’s face down into the mattress as he began to release the last of the pent up sexuality he had been suppressing for so long.

Her utterances were barely more than animal sounds at this point as she accepted his sex into her in this most primal of positions. She buried her face in the comforter to muffle her cries. Even as she surrendered gratefully to his strength, her body moved back to meet each one of his hard strokes. Finally she began to slow down, even as the man rutting inside of her went faster and harder. She lifted her head up and almost begged for him to release inside of her. She was completely spent and couldn’t take any more.

“Please come Mike.”

She squeezed her quim tight, suffocating his shaft and pushing him to his own end. A few more pumps and he was bellowing out his own pleasure deep inside her. Even as his seed came in hot spurts inside of her, he collapsed on top of her panting as he caressed her sweat slick back with the minimal effort he could manage.

They lay entangled for a moment before Michael pulled out again. By now they were both exhausted and sore, and extremely satisfied. 

“Oh my God Jessa, I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Well good, ‘cause I think we both do. I need to get back to my own bed and get some sleep.”

Michael had a look of mock hurt on his face as he grabbed her and pulled her body back to his. 

“Can’t you stay with me tonight Jessa? What happened to no more running away?”

Jessa pushed against his large chest and then gently chided him.

“I’m not running away, ok. I love you, remember.”

With that she kissed his forehead and he kissed hers.

“Well I guess it would be ok if I stayed with you a little while longer. I just want to get back in my bed before Shane wakes up, ok?”

“Whatever you say my queen. I am your humble servant.”

She giggled contentedly as his lips met hers. He had been joking but he also meant every word. He would do whatever he had to make her happy – and to keep her safe.

***

Billy, Marshal and Jimmy waited on the bottom of the hill, looking up at the house that held the woman they had been tracking for weeks. They waited until the sounds in the house died down to plot their next move. Better to let them fall asleep.

“Fuck I thought that would never end. You sure you don’t want to keep her around for a while?”

Marshal nodded, agreeing with Jimmy. Every one of the men had a hard knot from overhearing the two of them going at it.

“Would you two shut up!? I don’t want them to know we are coming. He was not thrilled with the idea of the men doing any more than what had to be done, but he also knew that to keep his men happy, he sometimes had to allow them to express certain of their urges.

“I bet Chase was trying to tap that ass when she got over on him.”

“Of course he was,” Billy said. What he didn’t say, but only thought, was that the whole thing was pretty fitting. It was a shame that she had to be punished. He almost admired her. There had actually been times that he had thought he would have to deal with Chase’s less savory “habits” himself. He also wasn’t thrilled that in all likelihood the man in there with her was Michael. He was another one he liked. But what had to be done had to be done.

“Well unless you want to end up like him, get your head out of your ass.”

The three men walked up the side of the hill to the little house and waited. They had finally tracked them to the house just before nightfall, so they had not even laid eyes on them. They knew they were in there, but they were still unsure of exactly who they were up against. As things quieted down the only question was whether to strike now or perhaps wait for the morning so they could first get a better look at their prey before they struck.

THE END

Sweet Love Returned: Clean Romance

Abigail Buckley

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