With Tongue and Teeth (7 page)

Chapter Ten

I was
in a dirt patch, surrounded by angry men. They kept yelling but their words
were all jumbled. I tried to listen but never understood. I even walked closer,
watching one man’s mouth move and it just didn’t make sense. The noise was so
loud it was deafening. And it didn’t end. So, I sat in the dirt as the men
continued to shout. Their faces were strangers. It seemed like forever. Sitting
alone, covering my ears to ease the noise. Then they went silent. All of a sudden,
the roar stopped and they all turned. Several of them parted to show me a path
out of this angry horde. I wanted nothing more than to wake up. But the path
filled with a shadow, broad and big. I looked up to see Justice. He walked
between
them,
making them quiet down. He
took his time. Each step brought a puff of dry dirt into the air. Then Justice
reached out and I took his hand. He pulled me to my feet and I awoke with a
gasp.

I was back in the room, his bed
with his dark arm thrown across my torso. Justice had his head against mine so
that I could feel each breath rush across my cheek. The dream spooked me. What
the hell did that mean? Was my subconscious trying to tell me something?
Justice is my
savior
. That thought made
me scoff. Maybe it was the stress of the last few days. It’s taken its toll in
the way of strange dreams that make no sense. I placed my hand over
his
, rubbing small circles on his dark skin. I
didn’t want to get up. Staying here seemed like the best plan in the world.
Even with the city on a manhunt for us and who knows what else happened while
we’ve been sleeping.

Justice took a deep breath and
his eyes fluttered open. He
blinked
a few
times before he smiled at me.

“Morning, handsome.”
I gave him a
wink then turned onto my side so we were facing each other.

“You’re still here.” He sounded
surprised. “Some deep shit last night.”

I nodded. It had
been,
but it didn’t scare me off. Don’t ask me
why. I grabbed his hand and placed it between us. Then I slid my hand up and
down the back of his.
Fingers and palm rubbing along his dark
skin.
There was this silence in the room. Like my dream. Total quiet so
I could hear Justice breathing. I hooked our thumbs and brought his palm to my
lips. I placed his hand over my heart. The shirt I wore wrinkled around his
touch.

“Scars don’t scare you.”

I wasn’t sure if that was a
statement or a question. I just kissed his palm again. “I had a dream about
you. You saved me.”

“Yeah?”
He slid his
thumb across my lower lip.

“Yup.
And you weren’t
even naked.”
Which was another
surprise.
I rarely had dreams
where
there were so many clothes.

“Crazy,” he whispered with a
grin.

“I think I may be.” My words were
hushed as we huddled together in bed. Then I closed the gap and kissed him. Our
mouths
lingered
, just touching, savoring.
I ran my hand over his head, the flesh so warm against my palm. Justice took
control by parting my lips with his tongue. It slid over my teeth before
meeting mine. I scooted closer, forcing my body
into
his. Justice pushed me to my back and kissed me so thoroughly that I couldn’t
catch my breath. His tongue mimicked
sex
and his lips were so full they caressed mine sensually. He sucked on my tongue
and then shoved his so deep I gagged.

“I want
you,
” Justice said as he let me come up for air.

I took deep breaths as he kissed
my chin and then my neck.

“I want to eat you up with my
tongue and teeth.” He nibbled on the skin. Pulses of pain skidded up my nerves.
Justice fisted my shirt and tore the fucking thing in half.
Actually,
pulled it apart.
Seams popped until it was only on my arms.

I laughed, lifting so he could
pull the tattered shirt off me. “I want you hungry for me.” I kissed his nose.
It seemed stupid afterward
but at
the
moment it felt right. Justice smiled, pushing me to my back. He straddled me. I
felt his thick erection against my torso. Why was he still wearing pants? Why
was I? Justice rubbed his lips over my collarbone. He kissed my chest, one
pec
then the other. I stared down, watching him
as his tongue slid over the skin just above my right nipple. I had no hair,
which meant I could truly feel every ripple of his taste buds. He opened wide
and his teeth
scraped
along my flesh. In
that same
spot,
he kissed and then took
my nipple into his mouth. He teased the flat
bud
and then closed his teeth around it. The sharp pain was
mild,
but it sent my hips jerking upward. I was already growing and
this just made me lengthen faster. He let go of me and moved to my other
pec
. Justice sucked on the skin here, taking
some flesh into his mouth and then he bit down. It wasn’t enough to break the
skin
but damn close. I gasped as the sensation turned
to pain then back to pleasure.

“Too much?”

“No.” The fact that he asked made
me smile. He cared. I wasn’t just some random fuck. I still wasn’t sure where I
stood with his
VP,
but that was for
another conversation. Right now, I wanted to do the least amount of talking and
the most about of groaning.

Justice bypassed that nipple and
moved to my torso. He outlined each curve of my ab muscles with his tongue,
then
dipped into my belly button. He took the top section of
flesh between his lips and gave that a bite.

 
I felt the pressure of his teeth as they
pressed into my flesh. When it became too
much,
I cried out, “Damn!” I was breathing heavily. That had hurt but so damn good.
Who knew the big black man was into biting? And I fucking liked it.

“Pants.
Off.” He
practically grunted the words.

I lifted my hips up, tugged the
pants over my ass cheeks and down as far as I
could,
but he was still straddling me. Justice stood up on the bed. He stared down,
watching me as I removed my jeans and threw them. My dick was hard between my
legs. It swelled at the tip, showing off my blushed penis head and the long
shaft covered with delicate skin.

“Take mine off too.”

I was sitting up, reaching to
unbutton his pants.
Wouldn’t want to hurt his goods.
I
slid
them down his thighs and stopped to
marvel at the sight. Justice naked was damn near breathtaking. All that dark
flesh, his hard dick curved and his balls hanging like treats. Justice placed
his hand on my shoulders and I removed one of his legs from the pants
then
the other. Just like that, we were both
naked. I kept having flashes of our last time nude and the promises he made.
I’d never
been
so excited to have sex
before. Yeah, I loved orgasms, but with Justice it was different. It wasn’t
about the climax but how we got there. Wow, I sounded like a fool.
Again.

“Suck on my balls.” He had his
hands on his hips.

He did play dominant well. I had to
push up
slightly,
but I kissed his inner
thigh and then touched his sac with my tongue. I rolled them between my lips
and used my tongue to trace each hidden testicle. He made a quick gasp and
grabbed my head
between
his hands.

“Lay back.”

I did. Excitement made my pulse
race and my ass clench. Anticipation was like a drug when I was with Justice.
He straddled me again, resuming where he left off. He licked at my belly
button, kissing just below it. He sucked the skin, making an angry red mark. It
felt wonderful, pulses of pain with my lust. He let go only to take the flesh
just below the mark. He created a line of hickeys to the base of my dick. I
thrust upward. I wanted his mouth on my shaft.

Justice moved to kneel between my
legs and pushed them apart so they were bent.

I spread them as wide as I could.
His dark hands rubbed up and down my inner thighs.
Knee to
groin
but never moving further.
Knee to
groin again, this time his fingertips grazed my balls. On the third motion, I uttered,
“Justice.” His name sounded drawn out like it was
part
moan. I hadn’t meant to do
that,
but I was so fucking horny.

“Patience, Romeo,” he whispered.

Justice placed a kiss on my knee.
His traced the path his hands had taken with his tongue. He laid his mouth on
my inner thigh so close to my balls that I could feel his breath rush across
the skin. Then he bit down.

My body came off the bed. I
thrust upward, my dick flopping onto my torso as I let out a deep groan. He
held the spot, making the sting radiate from the spot like a beacon of light.
His hand came over my balls, rubbing them, sending shards of ecstasy throughout
my body. When my legs started to shake from the sheer pleasure, he let go of
both spots. I was sucking in air like I’d
been
drowning. Justice soothed the spot with his
tongue
which sent more sparks of pleasure.

“I see you liked that.”

I looked down. A few drops of
precum had splattered onto my torso.
“Yeah.
Yeah, I
liked that.” My voice was shaky.

Justice moved to his stomach and
pressed his face into my balls.

 
I felt the curve of his nose and then the
touch of his tongue. The president of the Underground MC did nothing subtly.
That was for sure. He sucked at my balls taking as much skin in as he could. I
grabbed the sheet with my hands, fisting them as he tortured me. I couldn’t
control the grunting noises that escaped as he kept up the motions. Justice let
go and moved to the base of my dick. He used his teeth here and for a moment,
the lust died. That was a little too dangerous for comfort. He
scraped
his teeth
along
the sensitive skin.

The pain was
instant,
but it quickly shifted into pleasure.
“Oh my God.”
What the fuck else could I say? I had no idea
this would feel so good. He used his teeth gently, just enough to cause me some
pain. His lips ran the length of my dick until he was at the head. I was cut so
his mouth fit perfect over me. He sucked. I nearly cried out. I was fucking
overwhelmed. His fingers were digging into my hips. My tan shaft was disappearing
into his dark lips. “I want to come. Oh, Justice, please let me come.” Begging
wasn’t my style
either,
but the words
were just there.

Justice laughed. I felt the rush
of air over my saliva-slick skin.
“Soon.”
He pressed
his lips to my tattoo. “Whose mark is this?”

“My first
lover.”
Ah, that memory.

“Competition?”
He lifted his
dark eyebrow and sat up.

“Died.
Long ago.
In prison.
Never came
back to me.” Eh, I didn’t want to think of that now. That was about the time I
decided to keep moving on. Never stop
on
just one man. Of course, nothing could have prepared me for Justice.

He kissed the tattoo, tracing it
with his tongue. Then he fisted my shaft.

“Sweet fucker!”
My hips thrust
up.

“So close to
exploding.”
He grinned. “Not yet.” He let go of me. “Turn over.”

I grunted but turned over. It
wasn’t pretty. I was too hard and too close to think about being sexy. All I
wanted was that amazing feeling to wash over me until the world faded away. I lay
on my stomach with the blanket bunched under me so that it nearly hugged my
dick. Justice closed my legs, straddling me. I felt his dick lying against my
ass cheeks as he kissed my shoulder. Then he took a nibble. That pleasure/pain
was fucking intoxicating. It made me forget about everything but Justice above
me. I thrust into the blanket. He let go, making the same fantastic mark on the
other side. His big hands rubbed up and down my back as he bit down. When it bordered
on too much, I gasped and Justice opened. He moved to my spine. Kissing so
gently that it felt like a soft breeze. I anticipated each touch and smiled as
he made his way down my back. He lingered
at
the curve, his tongue swirling some intricate and invisible pattern. Then I
realized he was tracing my tattoo. I had the word Outlaw on my ass cheek in
script
.

Justice shimmied down my body,
between my legs.

I glanced over my shoulder
watching him staring at me. Then he spread his hand over my ass cheeks,
grabbing them and squeezing. I felt the rush of pleasure as he pulled them
apart and used his fingers to massage them. “You’re killing
me,
” I muttered
into
the pillow. At this rate, I may blow my load too soon.