Chapter 15 Damn, baby. You, naked in my cut...
Catalina’s pov
He turned me onto my back, his body a heavy, welcome weight on top of mine. His mouth found mine in a kiss that was pure possession, a brutal claiming that left no room for gentleness. He moved down, his mouth hot and demanding through the thin cotton of my shirt until he closed his teeth over my nipple. The sharp, bright sensation made me cry out, my back bowing off the bed, my hands fisting in his hair.
In one fluid, desperate motion, he stripped us of our shirts and tore my bra away. His big hands palmed my breasts, his thumbs brushing over the peaks before he lowered his head. His tongue was a slow, deliberate torture, laving and teasing until he drew one tight bud deep into his mouth and sucked, hard.
“Fuck, Viper,” I moaned, my hips beginning a restless rock against his. He gave a sharp, perfect bite to each nipple, the sting of pain melting into a wave of pleasure that made me hiss and whimper. He kissed a path down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel, and a broken, pleading sound escaped me. He hooked his fingers in my leggings and drew them down with a slowness that was its own kind of agony. His gaze burned into the sight of my soaked panties.
“You have ruined these, Angel,” he growled, his voice thick. “Now I want you to ride my face.”
He ripped the delicate fabric away, then lifted me, laying himself back on the bed. I climbed over him, settling my knees on either side of his head, and he drew a long, deep breath.
“So fucking beautiful. You smell like heaven. Now sit on me, baby.”
I did. I lowered myself, smothering his face with my heat. The sounds he made, low and greedy, were the sounds of a man in paradise. His tongue probed and then stiffened, a relentless invasion. I began to move, rolling my hips against his mouth, fucking his tongue with the same desperation I would his cock. I could feel my own wetness slicking his chin.
“Give it to me,” he demanded, his voice muffled against me. “Come on, use my face. Get yourself off.”
His thumb found my clit, applying a rapid, perfect pressure. My hips circled, losing their rhythm, as his tongue licked and plunged. When my legs began to tremble, his arms banded around my thighs, locking me in place, forcing me to take every last bit of what he was giving. His tongue drove deep, and I broke. My climax tore through me, a flood of release pouring into his mouth. He drank from me like a man dying of thirst, and my scream tore through the silent room. I knew without a doubt the entire club had heard.
I slumped forward, spent. He rolled us, pinning me beneath him, and ran his tongue in a slow, deliberate circle around his lips and chin, collecting every last drop. I pulled him down for a kiss, moaning at the taste of myself on his lips.
“You see how sweet you are, Angel? The sweetest fucking candy. My favorite treat.” He moved off me to shed his jeans, then went to the dresser, returning with a slim vibrator and a bottle of lube. “On your hands and knees.”
I rolled over without hesitation.
“Arch your back. Present that perfect ass to me.”
I obeyed. He placed his toys beside me on the bed. The first smack of his hand on my rear made me yelp. “That is for leaving your phone at the club.” A second, harder slap landed on the other cheek, the sting blooming into a deep, resonant pleasure that drew a long moan from my throat. “And that is for leaving the clubhouse without a word.”
He soothed the heated skin with his palm. Then, without warning, he drove into me. We groaned in unison at the shocking, perfect depth of it. He set a punishing pace, my soaked cunt clutching him with every thrust. He grabbed the lube, poured a generous amount between my cheeks, and worked it around my other hole with a slick, circling finger. He picked up the vibrator, the low hum filling the air as he continued to move inside me. He pressed the tip against my tight ring and began to push, slowly, inexorably filling me. My moans grew louder, my body pushing back, demanding more until it was buried completely inside me. He landed two hard, stinging slaps on my ass, and I screamed, my body convulsing around him as I squirted.
He began to pound into me with everything he had. “That was for threatening me and my brothers. Next time you pull a stunt like that, I will tie you up and eat you out in front of everyone. I will take you right to the edge and leave you there, weeping and begging to come. We take threats seriously. And since you are my old lady, I get the pleasure of punishing you any way I see fit.” My cunt clenched around him, a hard, involuntary pulse.
“Oh, you like the sound of that, do not you?” He pulled out and flipped me onto my back, the vibrator still humming inside me. He pushed back into my heat, lifting my legs around his waist, and I closed my eyes, a weak whimper escaping me.
“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.” I forced my eyes open, meeting his dark, intense gaze. He withdrew until only the tip of his cock remained, then surged forward, slamming back into me. He repeated the motion, again and again, the wet, slick sounds of my body a testament to how much I wanted him.
“Catalina, I am going to come, baby. I want you to come with me.” He fucked me with a final, desperate intensity. He reached between us, took hold of the vibrator, and began moving it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation shattered me. I screamed as I came apart, and his own roar followed, his release pumping into me in hot, endless pulses, filling me up until it began to spill out.
“Fuck!” he shouted, collapsing as he finally emptied himself. He carefully pulled out the vibrator and turned it off, then withdrew from my body and lay down beside me, gathering me into his arms and pressing a kiss to my forehead. We laid there together, our breathing ragged and raw.
“I love you, Catalina.”
“I love you too, Viper.”
My eyes opened, the feel of my girl’s lush ass warm and soft against my hardening cock. I needed to let her rest. She had to be sore; she was still healing. I slipped out of bed and started the shower. When I returned, the fading evening light fell through the small window, painting her in a perfect, golden glow.
“Hey, baby. I hate to wake you, but you need to eat. We have to get some food in you. You skipped breakfast, and you have not had anything since last night.”
She groaned, a sleepy sound that made my dick twitch. It was already half-hard. I reached down and pinched the tip, a feeble attempt at control that backfired spectacularly, leaving me with a raging, full-blown erection. Fuck.
“Need some help with that?”
I looked at her and could not help but smile. “No, baby. We need to get you cleaned up.”
I bent and lifted her into my arms, and she snuggled her face into my chest. This woman owned me, body and soul.
I stood her up in the shower and guided her under the spray. I washed her body with a focus that was pure torture, ignoring my own demanding need. After I washed her hair, I leaned her against the tile wall and quickly cleaned myself. When I turned around, she was smiling at me, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face.
“You have my nickname on you,” she said, tracing her finger over the tattoo on my chest.
“I have your real name, too,” I said, shifting my weight and making my cock, which was now adorned with her name, slap against my thigh. She looked down and burst out laughing.
“I love it.”
“Well then, you are going to really love this one.” I showed her my ring finger, where her name was inked in a delicate script.
Tears welled in her eyes and spilled over. Her smile was radiant. “This one is my favorite. I want one, too.”
“You want a tattoo?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Torque does them. We will go right after lunch.”
“Okay.”
I turned off the water, dried her off, and then dried myself. “There is something I have for you.” I took her hand and led her back to the room, sitting her on the end of the bed. I went to the closet and brought out her cut.
“This is what the Lords of Chaos give to their old ladies. It shows every member, in every club, that you are mine. That you are under our protection. No one will ever fuck with you when you wear this. Catalina, will you be my old lady? I promise to always be faithful to you. I will fulfill your every fantasy. You will never be hurt again. I promise to love you always.”
Once again, tears traced paths down her beautiful cheeks. The front of the cut had two patches: the top one read ‘My Chaotic Angel,’ and below it, ‘Catalina.’ I turned it around to show her the back, emblazoned with the Lords of Chaos insignia and the words ‘Property of Viper.’
She stood, and I helped her into the leather. It settled on her shoulders like it was made for her.
“Damn, baby. You, naked in my cut, is a fucking dream come true. Screw lunch. We will get a snack in thirty.”
She squealed as I pulled her back onto the bed, her laughter and moans the only music I would ever need.