The Champ: Bad Boys Book 5 (The Bad Boys) (18 page)

I dipped my tongue into the first one and then the other and felt the answering twitch in her pussy where I had two fingers working her, getting her ready for the tongue fucking I was about to give her. Moving my fingers deep inside, I crooked them up until I found her spot. “Oooooh.”

I guess she wasn’t thinking about anything else anymore. I licked the dimples as I finger fucked her while stroking my cock to readiness. Pulling my fingers out, I replaced them with my tongue, licking into her pussy teasingly the way I know she likes. I sucked her clit into my mouth and teased her ass with my fingers until she rode my face.

“I want to taste you Wyatt.” She didn’t have to ask me twice. I took my mouth away from her and got around in front of her, keeping her on her knees. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I held it back as her mouth went in search of my cock that was bobbing in front of her face with a long string of pre-cum dangling from it.

She actually hummed in her throat as she licked my cock juice off my tip before licking her way down my length. “No hands.” I warned her when she moved to take me in her hand. Instead I led her head up and down my cock until I was in her throat. “That’s my good girl.”

I loved to watch my cock expand her throat, loved the way her throat fought to take me in. There was cock juice dribbling down her chin as she took eight of my twelve and a half inches before spitting me out to catch her breath. “Had enough?” For an answer she opened her mouth for me to feed her my cock.

I slapped her cheek with my heavy cock and made her bob for it until I was leaking onto her tongue again. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth this time babe, I want in that pussy again, let go.” She looked at me with her mouth full of cock and greed in her eyes before letting me plop out of her mouth.

With her hair still grabbed in my hand, I moved back around behind her and let my cock find its way home. Her pussy was still swollen from her earlier pounding, but she knew just how to move her body to take my cock.

“That’s it baby arch that back, put that ass in the air.” She grabbed the poles of the bed as I slammed into her once and held. “You ready?” She knew what was coming. Although we enjoy nice slow loving on occasion, we’re both fond of hard fucking. That down and dirty shit that made you almost too embarrassed to look each other in the eye the next morning. The kind of shit that I would never have imagined my little prim and proper china doll was capable of.

She nodded her head yes and held onto the bed hard enough to turn her knuckles white. With my fingers pressing into the dimples in her ass, I fucked into her with nice slow strokes until her pussy juice made it easier for me to fuck deeper without causing pain.

“Fuck, I’m so deep in you.” Her legs started to shake and she pounded the mattress when I went past her cervix and into her womb. This was my favorite spot, even more than her G-spot, being in her womb always got me going and it’s all I needed to set her off.

She came all over my cock as her head shook from side to side, but after all night fucking I was nowhere near ready. It was going to be another long night.

I didn’t give her time to come down; instead, I reached over to the side table and got some lube for her ass. After greasing her up nicely, making sure to get some deep inside her, I pulled out of her pussy and eased into her ass. This wasn’t her favorite thing to do so we didn’t do it too often, but every once in a while I need in that ass in the worse way.

She might not like it too much, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying having her ass stuffed and she always cums hard as fuck from having me in her ass, and tonight was no different.

I felt my balls getting ready to spit fire as she clamped down on my cock and pulled out. I stroked my seed into the small of her back and all over her ass being sure to get some in her dimples.

“Bath time.” I slipped out of bed dragging her with me. In the shower I of course did all the work since she’s damn near comatose after a night like the one we’d just had. My reason for doing this is twofold. Yes I love making love to her for hours on end, but I’ve come to learn that after a night like this, she’s almost dead to the world once her head hits the pillow and that suits my purposes just fine.

While she was dragging ass, I had a second wind. I went through the pretense of getting ready for bed and climbed in with her, holding her close and murmuring to her in the dark.

I waited until she was asleep, as I’d been doing for the last couple nights, before sneaking out. I dressed the part for what I had in mind. All black from head to toe. I eased down the drive with my lights off and hit the dark streets on the hunt.

Three hours later, I returned home empty handed again. My frustration knew no bounds. I was running out of time and felt trapped by my two loves. If it were up to me I wouldn’t leave her, not for a second, and I didn’t like feeling like I was choosing the ring over her safety. If it were just myself who had something to lose I would walk away in a heartbeat, but because there were others who would be affected, it wasn’t as easy to make that call.

Traci

***

Today is the big day. My mom, my friends, everyone I care about is here. I wasn’t as nervous as I would’ve expected, Wyatt doesn’t leave much room for such idiosyncrasies. This morning before he left me after another night of marathon sex that left me with hardly a working brain cell, he’d given me just one warning. “Don’t make me wait, your ass better be heading down that aisle at exactly three o’clock.”

For some reason his nervousness made me less so. He was worried about me not showing up not the other way around; that made me feel very secure in what I was about to do. I hadn’t had any real doubts in the last few weeks, who had time with a maniac like Wyatt to deal with?

The man never gave me a moment to think about anything but the life we had ahead of us. He had all these plans already, was always dragging me into something or the other that he thought I might like to do. He was already making arrangements to cut back on his travelling, which is something I’d tried my hardest to talk him out of.

I knew how he felt about his sport, had even gone with him on one occasion when he was sparring with someone in what he called a grudge match, whatever that means. I saw the change in him when he stepped into the ring. The way he dominated his opponent with sheer force of will.

I have to admit to being very turned on by what I’d seen that night. So much so that we’d pulled over at the end of the driveway on the way home and went after each other like animals in the car before making our way outside. Of course we’d had to go delete the security tape after that, which had I known it was there I would never have let him bend me over the hood of his car and take me from behind.

“What has you blushing?” Cris came over to watch as the makeup artist added her finishing touches. Her question only made me blush harder so I tried to distract her. “Is everyone finding everything okay?” Marie had insisted on having everyone get ready at the house in the guest wing. She’d hired hair and makeup artists, nail technicians, and who knows what else since there were about fifteen people running around from place to place taking care of our every need.

There was a knock at the door and the females went into high panic when it was Chad standing there. We had an hour before we needed to be at the chapel, so the best man showing up unannounced caused more than a little stir. I was the only one not flustered; that was until he handed off the little gift his brother had sent me.

“Oh my word, are these real?” It was a bracelet, a ring of diamonds, each the size of the nail of my pinky finger. “This can’t be real, is your brother crazy?”

“I think that’s a moot point, but he says you’re to wear that today.” I looked from my mother in law to my mom then to my girls. In the last month and a half Wyatt had pulled some stunts. He’d bought me not one, but two vehicles, but those he had pretty good arguments for. The Jag, because my blabbermouth friends had told him that that was my favorite car, and since I couldn’t afford a car and he thought I needed one, I let it slide. When he gave me a custom made Mercedes G-class a week later, his explanation had been that everyone needed an SUV and that was the safest.

I wasn’t too sold on that one but this is Wyatt, the man doesn’t understand the word no. But this, this is beyond. The thing must weigh five pounds and was completely… “Where am I gonna wear this?”

“Look at it like your wedding gown dear, you’re only going to wear that once, though I think you’ll get much more wear out of that piece.” Mom came over to hug me before I went into total meltdown, while Marie was busy, wiping tears from her eyes.

“No, you don’t understand, that piece, it’s about more than its monetary worth. Do you know what you hold in your hands? It’s as if he’d taken his heart out and placed it in your hands. That was his great-great-great- grandmother’s. It’s been in the Hunter family for generations. It once belonged to the wife of a Raja, one of the first made by Asprey and Garrard. His great-great-great grandfather was gifted it for bravery when he saved her life in some uprising or the other back in India. No one has worn it in over two hundred years…” She broke down and couldn’t speak but what she’d said thus far was enough.

Suddenly, the bracelet took on new meaning. It was no longer an oversized, overly expensive waste. Instead it was another piece of the bond that held us together. I wrapped it around my wrist and clasped it with tears choking me. Later, I’ll have to look into the history of it, for now it was enough that my husband to be thought I was worthy of it.

***

Wyatt

***

“What did she say?” I stood at the altar as the strains of the wedding march begun. “She freaked.” I smiled at the imagery. I knew she would, but I also knew that I needed her to have it today of all days. One of my ancestors had earned that for bravery. It was a toss up whether or not she’d see the correlation, but I thought she was the bravest person I knew and wanted her to know it.

It had taken some doing to get it back from the Smithsonian where it had been on loan for quarter of a century, but grandpa had put the screws to someone to get it in time.

I heard movement at the door and my heart went into overdrive. I saw ma and the others walk down to their seats but my eyes were only for her. I don’t know what was said or even what words I uttered when prompted, I was more interested in the end, which came way sooner than I expected.

“So wait, you and ma made me go through all this drama for some hack to take ten minutes to give me what I wanted?” She pinched me as we made our way back up the aisle to the exit. I was ready to lose the monkey suit and the damn guests. I don’t see how men marrying virgins lived through this shit. First you have to wait to claim what’s yours, and then they have to have a party before you can get the goods.

“Who came up with this reception shit anyway?”

“Wyatt behave, the party is a celebration for our friends.”

“Fine, then let them have it, why do we have to stay?” I wasn’t trying to be a pig exactly. I had to leave her in two days, every second counts.

“You look amazing by the way, thanks for meeting me.” It was cheesy as fuck but it’s how I felt and it seemed to tickle her. “Thanks for asking me.” We danced, we laughed. We took a million pictures and all the while I was counting down the hours until I could get her alone.

The rock on her finger took on new meaning. Each time it was caught in the light was like a reminder. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I was twirling her around the dance floor, oblivious to everyone else as usual. “How am I looking at you?”

“Like you’re seeing something new.”

“I am, I’m seeing my wife for the first time, never had one of those before. And since you’re the only one I’m ever gonna have, I wanna remember everything about this day and the way you look tonight.”

“But I’m the same person.”

“No, no you’re not. Why do you think I was in such a hurry to get you here? I knew it would change things for me. Knew that even though we live in a time when men and women treat the institution of marriage like little more than a joke, that it would mean exactly what it’s supposed to mean to me. Don’t you feel it? That change between us, that bond that can never be broken? By the way you ever tell anyone I said any of this sappy shit I’ll swear you’re lying.”

I had to lighten things up there at the end because she was starting to tear up and I didn’t want any tears today, only joy.

We stayed there for another few hours before it was time to leave. There’d been a lot of debate as to where we should spend the night since we had to put off our honeymoon. She was fine with going back to the house and though I knew evading the paparazzi might be a pain in the ass, I wanted her to have this one night at least.

My security had arranged some kind of bait and switch that was supposed to spare us any interference, so I let them do their thing without letting on to her that anything was going on, because they were also on the lookout for Carl the fuck.

When I was given the all clear we climbed into the back of the limo and shut everyone else out. “Finally, I’ve been dying to see what else you have on under here since that little leg tease earlier.”

I ran my hand up her leg to her silky thigh where her garters began. “Give me your tongue.” All day, since I’d said ‘I do’ I’ve been dying to get her alone. It was one thing to fuck my girlfriend, but like I’d told her, my wife was a whole other ballgame. I can’t quite put it into words, but that ring, that signed piece of paper, made everything different for me.

With her tongue in my mouth, my hand made its way to the treasure pot. She was wearing what felt like a strip of lace over silk, her pussy was bare and smooth. “You waxed your pussy?”

“Uh-huh.” She hummed into my mouth as my fingers traced the edges of her underwear before dipping under to her heat. “Open your legs.” I wasn’t in a hurry. The driver had already been given instructions to take the long way round to the hotel in the city, which was at least a couple hours away.

I drove my fingers deep into her cunt, desperate to feel her juices coating me again. Last night she’d tried holding me to one fuck because of her and Marie’s bullshit oldwife’s tales, but I’d soon had her singing a different tune with just one touch. Yet it felt like I hadn’t had her in way too long, and keeping my hands off her all day, now that our relationship had changed, now that she was truly mine, had been torture.

“How do I open this thing?” I wanted to see her tits that had been pushing against her top all day, teasing the shit outta me. She spread her legs wider and I hiked her dress up around her waist while she reached behind her back and tugged on the zipper.

“Let me help you.” I unzipped her, pulling the top down to reveal some kind of contraption that was designed to make me crazy. Like her panties, it was lace and silk in pure white with the lace over her nipples, teasing me to take a taste.

Lifting her upper body while my fingers fucked her slowly, I lowered my head and bit her nipple hard enough to make her scream. She looked like a wanton with her legs spread over mine, her dress pulled down around her tits, and her pussy exposed.

“Turn around.” I reached beneath her ass and pulled my zipper down, making room to release my cock. “Sit on my cock like a good girl.” I just pulled her panties aside, since I was sure she probably wanted to save them or some shit. My cock was harder than usual and I knew it was because of the fact of what we’d done today, because she’d in essence given herself over to me completely. She was now mine in every sense of the word. For an old throwback like me, that meant a hell of lot.

She eased her pussy down on my iron rod and hissed. “It’s so hard.” We were both amazed that I was even harder, thicker, longer than usual and I had to take it slow lest I hurt her. Looking down between us, I watched as her pussy stretched over the head of my cock before swallowing me.

“Rock your ass back and forth baby, that’ll help.” She was having trouble taking me in for the first time since our first week of fucking. As wet as her pussy was, my boy was showing the affects of the day and stood tall and proud. The scent of her heat reached my nose and made my head light.

I barely restrained myself from tearing her dress the rest of the way off and destroying the bit of cloth she wore beneath it in my haste to get her into my mouth. “Feed me your tits.” I helped her lean forward so I could suck hard on her nipple as she started grinding her pussy against me taking me in to the balls.

“That’s it baby, fuck my cock.” The words seemed to incite her and she sped up her movements as the car moved slowly through the late night traffic. I let my hands grab her ass for more control and spread my legs even wider. “Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck.” I growled the words around her nipple before biting into her flesh hard enough to leave a mark.

I bit into her flesh while we fucked suddenly mad with the need to mark her. I wanted my stamp on her while I was gone; the need was almost maddening. Where just the day before, I was borderline obsessed with her, that shit had reached new heights. “My wife.” Who knew those two little words could carry so much weight?