I woke to a hand rubbing over my breasts only to stop and tweak one of my hardened nipples. Even in sleep my body seemed to respond to him. I wiggled my butt against the cock that was pressed up against me when it hit me.
“How did you get my clothes off without waking me up?” I’d put a t-shirt and shorts on after we came out of the bath but now I laid naked. Crusher chuckled.
“You sleep like the dead.”
“Maybe I was tired. Did you think of that while you were pealing my clothes off?”
“Nope, I woke up cold from where you kicked the covers off us again. I realized I had morning wood when I reached down to pull the covers back up. Didn’t want to waste it.”
“So you take my clothes—” I didn’t finish my sentence because his tongue circled my ear while he lifted my leg, set it on his thigh, and his cock slid between my pussy lips and the head hit my clit.
When he pulled back and did it again, I didn’t care about anything but having his hardness inside me. I arched my back, pressing my ass back, giving him better access in the process.
Crusher’s tongue made a trail down my neck and he bit the spot between my shoulder and neck, then he made a trail back up again to circle my ear. The hand on my breast moved to grab my chin and he turned my head enough to reach my mouth.
His lips met mine and he bit down on my bottom lip causing me to gasp, which gave him room enough for his tongue to sweep in. The kiss was consuming me when I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. I broke the kiss.
“Condom,” I said before he pushed all the way in. I wasn’t on anything.
“I’m clean, babe. I get tested regularly. Plus, I never fucked without a condom, ever. But I want to feel you wrapped around my bare cock.” The whole time he talked, he moved his cock back and forth, hitting my clit over and over. I felt myself loosen, my pussy readying itself for what he had to offer.
When I pushed down, the tip of his cock slid in and I squeezed, pulling a groan from him. It was all the answer he needed as he pushed in to the hilt in one thrust of his hips. The hand that had held my chin splayed out between my hips at my lower stomach, holding me to him as he slid in and out at a relaxed pace.
He moved his hand closer until his middle finger reached my clit, rubbing in slow circles to match the pace he set for my pussy. All the while he rocked into me, he whispered in my ear everything he wanted to do to me and with each word my orgasm came closer to the forefront.
“Russ, fuck me!” When I spoke his hand moved from my clit and I groaned from the loss of sensation on my clit.
Russ grabbed my hand and placed it where his was before and with his hand over mine he moved it back and forth, my own finger rubbing my clit.
“Keep that up, babe, touch yourself.” And he lifted his hand from mine only to slide it between us. He pulled out of my pussy and rubbed his cock between my ass cheek, then he stopped and I felt the pressure from the head of his cock pressing on my back hole. I shivered and pushed back. “Anyone take your ass before?” he asked as he gathered my cream to apply at my back hole.
“No,” was all I got out as he replaced his dick with a finger. I felt the pressure grow as he pushed harder with his finger until he breached the rim. The pleasure and bite of pain combo had me groaning.
“I want to take this ass when we got more time. You gonna let me fuck your ass with my dick, babe?” The few men I had had sex with never talked to me like Crusher did. And I found I liked it, a lot. So I knew I would give him anything he asked for and I pushed back, forcing his finger deeper. “Ah, you like my finger in your ass,” then he added a second finger and began rotating them, “you’re going to like my cock even more.”
“I want your cock in my ass, now, Russ.” I began moving my hips, fucking his fingers.
“Goddamn, Carly, hold on.” He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. “Going to be tighter, babe, my cock’s a lot bigger than my fingers. And I am gonna tell them it was all your fault if I’m late for Church.” My chuckle was cut off when I felt the pressure as he pushed forward, the fullness was like nothing else I had ever experienced as he became fully seated. He held still while I tried to adjust, until he couldn’t take it anymore and neither could I. “Gotta fuckin’ move now.”
He splayed his hand between my hipbones again to hold me in place as he pulled out and slammed back in. “Fuckin’ not going to last much longer.” The hand on my stomach moved down until he cupped my pussy and slid two fingers in and set a rhythm, fucking both my holes. The dual sensations had goosebumps forming on my skin and when he pushed the heel of his hand against my clit, I threw my head back on his shoulder and screamed his name as my orgasm racked my body.
Crusher pumped a few more times before I felt the warmth of his cum as it coated the inside of my ass. He continued to pump his fingers in and out until I rode the last wave of my orgasm.
“Worth being late,” Crusher said and leaned over me and kissed my forehead, then pulled back, looking me in the eye. “Love you, Carly. And I hate that I just told you that and have to leave for Church. After the cookout later, I will make it up to you. I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that. I love you too, Russ.” I wrapped my arms around him and he kissed me.
When he pulled away and got out of bed and looked down at me, he groaned, “Worst possible time.” Then walked into the bathroom. It didn’t take him long to shower and get dressed. I would help the women of the club set up for the cookout that was scheduled for after Church.
“See you when I get back, baby.” Crusher leaned down and kissed me, then out the door he went. I laid in bed and listened as the front door opened, then I sat up only to fall back on the bed again when I heard Devil shout, “Might want to close your bedroom window the next time, brother.”
I didn’t hear Crusher’s response because I covered my head with the pillow. No more nighttime fresh air for me.
With Crusher gone to Church, I showered and dressed in my last set of clean clothes and ate. I had just finished putting my plate and glass in the dishwasher when I heard the knock. When I answered the door Sami and Ally stood on the porch.
“You ready to go help set up for the cookout, Aunt Carly?” Ally walked in and Sami followed.
“I thought we could take the car because I have a few things to carry over. Did you want to ride with us, instead of walking?” I had been thinking I needed to go grab some more of my clothes at the other house.
Last night as Crusher and I laid in bed, we discussed me moving in. Since I still couldn’t lift anything heavy, Crusher said he would have the others help him this coming week. Still didn’t help with my clothing problem right now.
“How about I drive and I will drop you off and run to the other house. I’m out of clothes. What I’m wearing is the last.” I grabbed the keys off the table in the hall as I spoke.
“Why don’t you just wash what you have here?” Sami asked and I could do that, but I only had the one other set. Plus, Crusher told me my revolver was in my closet locked in its case and I wanted to grab that too.
“I won’t be gone long and I didn’t make anything for the cookout. So I think I’ll swing by the bakery and pick something up.” Ally jumped up and down and put in her order for cupcakes.
“Okay, but don’t be too long, I don’t think the guys will be at Church that much longer. You might pass them on the road to town.” We walked out and headed for Crusher’s truck. That was something else I needed to bring to Black Hawk, my truck and my bike.
After a stop in front of Speed’s and Sami’s place, we pulled up beside the clubhouse and I helped Sami and Ally carrying things into the kitchen. Several women greeted me and introduced themselves. This was just to be a club cookout because the children would be attending, which I couldn’t say I wasn’t happy about not having to watch the hang-arounds all over the men. I hadn’t had to face that yet with Black Hawk and if they were anything like the ones who hung around Haven, they didn’t give a shit if the man was taken. Made for some interesting parties when the ol’ ladies were around.
We spoke for a few minutes, then I told Sami and the ladies that I wouldn’t be long. I wanted to be back before Crusher because frankly, I didn’t want to listen to him bitch about my driving or the nine hundred other reason he would come up with.
I waved at the man at the gate and then turned on the main road into town. As I drove past Soft Tails I noticed the parking lot was full, which meant Church was still in progress. If I hurried, I would make it back in plenty of time.
Sue was outside when I pulled up, putting a few things in her car. “Hey, Sue, you going to the cookout?” I yelled to her.
“Yeah, Stroker called and invited me. I haven’t spent a lot of time there since Wolf passed. Even Shakes and a few other of the ol’ ladies I’m friends with called to tell me to come. Aren’t you going to be there? I can’t believe that man of yours would let you skip it.” It seemed news had traveled fast through the club.
“Just grabbing a few things from inside, then I’m heading back. They were still at Soft Tails when I passed by.” I unlocked the door and opened it, then turned back to Sue. “I’ll talk with you some more at the club.”
“Sure thing, I’m heading there now. Got some of the things they’re going need to setup before that hungry bunch shows up. Good to see you’re getting back to yourself.” Sue waved and got in her car and I walked into the house, shutting the door behind me.
After I got upstairs, I grabbed a couple small tote bags and gathered a few articles of clothing and shoved them in the bags. Next I took my service revolver and placed the box on top in one of them. I looked around the bathroom for anything I might need until my stuff was packed once again and moved to Crusher’s.
I walked down the stairs and then set the bags by the door and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t know if anyone else drank wine but I had a few bottles I kept around for when I wanted a glass. Which wasn’t often considering I preferred beer.
When I retrieved the bottles from the top shelve of the cabinet, I turned, and then stopped dead in my tracks.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Hello, daughter,” Stone sneered.