Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC (37 page)

He rummages until he finds a scarf I had in the clothes he dumped out. I try to get up again. I’m not sure why, to be honest. Jacob is naked, it’s a really good show and it just feels like I should be closer.

He doesn’t let me though. He pulls my hands above my head and wraps the scarf around my wrists. I should panic, but Jacob is on his knees beside me, he’s bent over wrapping my wrists up and his penis is jutted out in front of my face. I’ve never seen a penis this close up…umm…okay I’ve never seen a real live penis! More importantly, I’ve never seen Jacob’s penis!

My first instinct is to touch it. It’s large, thick and I guess I can’t judge, but beautiful. The head is glistening with moisture and I’m dying to run my thumb over it. My hands pull against the restraint of the scarves, but I get nowhere. He’s secured me to one of the metal spindles on the headboard.

“Jacob, I want to touch…it.”

“It?” He asks looking at me now that he has finished securing the scarf.

“Your…you know.”

Jacob laughs and it is a really good sound, but since it is me he is laughing at? Kind of embarrassing.

“Princess, I’m about to make you real familiar with my
‘you know’
. I think the least you could do is say the word, don’t you?”

“I want to touch your…penis.”

He laughs again, but this time the look on his face is worth it. He reminds me of the old Jacob like this. His face relaxed, almost happy and the sound of his laughter is free and easy. This gift alone makes me forget my embarrassment. I don’t have time to dwell on it however. He moves to lay beside me, his hand rough and callused, moves down and rests against my stomach. His head tilts over me and his lips slide briefly against mine.

“I like having you completely at my mercy, Princess. You’re mine to do whatever I want,” he whispers against my lips and I can’t stop my tongue from reaching out to gently stroke his lips and taste him.

Dancer

H
er tongue shyly
slides between my lips and just that simple movement makes me feel like I’ve won a war. Which is completely false since I’m being a major dick. She wants to touch me and she deserves to. I’m not stupid. I know this will be Carrie’s first time and it should be special. I can’t let my guard down enough—not now. If she touches me the wrong way, or does something to remind me like she did before? I could accidentally hurt her and I can’t handle the thought of that, not again. So for both our sakes, I need to restrain her. I will just have to make sure I make up for it in other ways. She’s a virgin and completely innocent. Maybe she won’t notice that something is off—maybe I can make sure she doesn’t notice?

I take over the kiss, devouring her as I’ve wanted to do since the beginning. The taste of her is drugging. My tongue keeps plunging back in needing more. I feel her moan break free as I finally release her mouth, only to kiss down her neck. Her skin is salty-sweet and unlike anything I’ve had before.

I kiss every inch of her I can reach, while using my hands to touch her, and praise her. Her skin is so smooth, so warm and soft that I could spend hours doing nothing but touching…worshipping her.

I slide one of my hands into that wet as fuck pussy. When she had ridden my hand earlier, I nearly came in my damn pants. I watched her eyes the entire time and when I felt her cream slide out against my fingers it took all I had not to join her.

I let my fingers dance along her clit, petting it and slowly bringing her where I need her to be, her hips thrust out and she moans at my intrusion.

“Jacob, it’s…tender…”

“It’s fucking perfect. You’re perfect. I can’t wait to be inside of you,” I answer bringing my lips to her ear. I use my other hand to play with her hair and hold her head as I continue torturing her clit.

“Oh god… I can’t stand it,” she gasps, her hips bucking wildly against my hand as she clamps down trying to ride. Her moves are out of rhythm and unpracticed and damn, it excites me.

I own this, no one else…just me.

Me.

No other bastard has got this from her. I’ll kill any motherfucker who tries.

“It’s time for our first lesson, Princess,” I whisper close to her ear, before stretching over her to suck her nipple into my mouth. I suck so hard, I know my mark will be there in the morning. Hell, I’m going to mark her entire body, just because I fucking can.

“Lesson?” She questions, her hips rocking faster. She’s bearing down so tight against my hand, I’m amazed with the force she’s using to ride.

“Carrie, you’re my woman, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

She answers immediately, no denying it, playing coy or bargaining—just straight out admitting it. I feel something inside of me lighten with her agreement.

“My woman doesn’t use the word penis.”

“Jacob!”

She screams out my name as I push two of my fingers inside of her. She’s so wet they slide in further than before and I can feel the barrier of her virginity.

I’ve fucked a lot of women, but this is new ground to me. I hope like hell I can make it good for her. I promise myself that I won’t let her out of bed the whole day so I can make sure sex is something she wants…fuck that, to make sure sex with me is something she craves. That’s my goal.

“Jacob, I’m going… I’m going to orgasm again.”

“You’re going to come, Carrie. Say it.”

Her head is thrown back against the mattress. That gorgeous hair is strung all over her pillow. Her eyes are closed, her lips swollen, wet and open and her body is moving to a pace I am setting. Magnificent.

“Say it, Carrie. Tell me you’re going to come. I want to hear that dirty little word from your lips.”

“I’m going to come…” She cries out, the word comes echoing out in the room.

I smile. I smile like a fucking loon at her words.

“That’s good, Princess. You deserve a reward,” I say, biting along the corded muscle in her neck.

“I do?” She asks her voice soft and breathless.

“Yeah baby, you do. Do you want my cock?”

“I…Jacob…” She cries, as I push my thumb hard against her clit and fuck her with my fingers, stretching her passage and curling them to get her ready. God, she’s so tight. She’s going to squeeze the hell out of my dick. I take my hand away from her pussy and sit up. She moans out her displeasure.

“What, baby?” I ask moving so I’m sitting in between her legs. I pull her legs further apart and push so her knees are bent close to her chest.

She’s exposed completely, her hungry pussy pulsating, so slick it’s glossy with her need. I thrust my fingers back in at the same time flattening my tongue out and licking that clit which is so engorged, I know she’s about to explode.

“I… oh…yes…that… Jacob, keep doing that.”

I smile. That doesn’t sound like a shy virgin at all. Breaking her in is going to be fun. She’s going to be a wildcat, I can feel it. The anticipation is almost as good as the taste of her on my tongue… almost.

“I can’t, Princess. I’m going to give you my cock. You want my big fat cock in this pussy don’t you? You want me inside of you, right?” I ask moving my tongue teasingly over her clit, lapping at it like it’s the last taste of my favorite ice cream.

“Yes…” She whimpers, clenching against my fingers which I’ve thrust back into her pussy and just leave there, refusing to move. She’s tightening up and trying to ride them, but can’t. I refuse to let her close her legs to get the traction she needs.

“Jacob please, stop torturing me!” She cries out.

“Aw baby, I’m sorry. I just love the taste of you so much I can’t seem to stop. You taste like fucking nectar of the gods. I could eat out this sweet little pussy for days on end and never get enough,” I explain taking my fingers out, smiling at her disappointed moan.

“Oh… please, I need to…”

“Say it.”

“I need to come.”

“Good girl. Just for that, I’m going to be nice.”

I lift her ass, sliding a pillow under it. I slam my fingers back in her pussy curling them upward and fuck her hard with them while eating out this sweet little cunt with all I’ve got. It doesn’t take long. She detonates, riding my face, bathing me with her sweet cum. I growl with hunger, because it’s not enough—not by a long shot. I want more. I’m going to have more.

I position myself at her opening and stretch over the top of her perfect body.

“Princess, you have the sweetest tasting pussy I’ve ever had.”

“Jacob…” she moans, her body moving restlessly and still quaking from her release.

I use my hand to slide my cock back and forth over her throbbing clit, teasing both of us.

“Eyes on me, Carrie.”

She slowly opens her eyes, the green color glows back at me. Her pupils are so dilated they could swallow a man in their depths.

“Untie me now, Jacob… please. Please, let me touch you.”

Motherfucker!

“Taste how sweet you are, Carrie,” I say to divert her, slamming my lips against hers and thrusting my tongue in her mouth. I rest my cock in between the lips of her pussy and just glide there gently while she kisses me back, her tongue fighting with mine.

“You taste good don’t you, Princess? Do you see why I need more and more? Soon, I’m going to spend hours, doing nothing but eating your pussy until you pass out from the pleasure.”

I pull back now, once again positioning my cock. I’m dying to be inside of her.

“Carrie. Eyes. Now,” I order.

She instantly opens them again and locks onto me.

“Don’t take them off of me, Princess. Not once. I want to see it all.”

She bites her lip nervously, but nods.

“It may hurt, but I promise I’ll make it feel good soon.”

She gives another slight nod. I don’t want to hurt her. To be honest I don’t know anything about taking a virgin. I figure I’ve given her enough pleasure to make up for the pain and this sure isn’t the end of it. I caved because I wasn’t going to let Bull claim her. With this taste of her I know it’s not going to stop—not now. Fuck, maybe never. I’ve not felt alive in so long and with Carrie I feel way more than just alive.

I take a breath and then brace myself on top of her and plunge inside. I feel a barrier, but she’s so slick and with just a small thrust I push through and suddenly I’m completely inside. It sounds stupid. It sounds ridiculous, but I’m home. I fucking like being the only one to have been here.

Carrie cries out at the intrusion and those beautiful green eyes water. It takes all I have, but I hold myself still—letting her become accustomed to me.

“I’m in now, baby. Tell me when it starts to feel better.”

“It burns,” She confesses and one lone tear rolls down her cheek.

I lean down and kiss away the tear and then kiss down her neck making a path down to her breast. I capture a nipple between my teeth and worry it with my tongue. Teasing gently, but never stopping. I’m trying to get her back to the point I need her. I put all my weight on one arm while sliding my hand down between us. I tease her clit.

“Jacob…” She gasps and I can feel the moisture gathering around my cock and slide a little further in.

“That’s it, Care Bear, you feel so good baby. There’s never been anything better.”

“Jacob….”

“You’re fucking amazing, Care. Amazing,” I praise.

“I need more,” She gasps her hips trying to move under my weight.”

“I got you baby, now comes the good part.”

I pull almost all the way out and then push back in. Slowly at first, but when she starts to follow my rhythm, I pick up speed.

“Fuck yeah. Lock your legs around me and hold on.”

I know she’s a virgin, I know the importance of what I just took from her. Yet, I can’t slow down. It is beyond me. I’m too far gone.

I have the presence of mind to manipulate her clit, bringing her to the edge again. I can feel my balls tighten and I know I’m going to blow.

“Come for me, Princess. One more time, let me feel you come all over my cock,” she moans as I pull up on her hip and sink down to my balls.

Fuck, it can’t get any better.

That’s my last sane thought as she calls out my name. It blends with my groans. Her walls ripple against my dick and takes every drop of cum I have to give her.

I was wrong, it can get better. It just did.

Carrie

W
ow.

I should probably think of something more profound, but I’m pretty sure my brain is mush. All I got is… wow. Jacob is lying beside me, one hand across my stomach. I feel the other against my side. His fingers moving up and down along my thigh. I’m trying to process everything. I don’t think I was prepared for sex, not sex this intense. It is everything and more than I thought it would be with Jacob. It was perfect. Except,
it wasn’t
, not really.

Now there is silence. All you can hear in the room is our breathing slowly coming back down to normal. There are no soft words of love. No laughter, no playing, none of that. Worse, there are no soft touches being exchanged, no holding each other close. None of the stuff I dreamed of is happening in the aftermath. Instead, I’m lying in a bed with Jacob’s hands on me, willing myself to be quiet because he’s not talking and I’m afraid of saying the wrong thing. I can’t touch him or hold him close or do the million and one things I want to do. Why? Because my hands are still tied. My lips feel dry, my throat feels raw…but then I did scream out that last time. When I can’t stand it any longer, I take a chance to shatter the silence.

“Jacob can you untie me now? I need to go to the restroom.”

“I don’t want you to go yet, Care Bear.”

My heart aches at the use of his nickname. Not because it’s not beautiful, wonderful and amazing—no. It’s because those are the words I want to hear. The words I need to hear, but yet it seems…not quite right.

“I’m sticky…”

He smiles and those hazel eyes sparkle. Somehow with that smile, he reminds me of the old Jacob and that knot in my stomach loosens its hold, if only slightly.

He kisses my lips gently almost reverently. This…this is what I want.

“I like the idea of you being overfilled with me—of you dripping with my cum.”