Bounty:Fury Riders MC(86)

"What, heads my house, tails your house?"

"Sure. Why not?"

I shrug. "It seems a pretty crazy way to make such a big decision."  We've been going back and forth on this for days. Whose house we should  live in. It only makes sense for us to move in together. Neither of us  feels like keeping an entire second set of toiletries at the other's  house. And it makes no sense for me to keep paying rent on my house if I  spend half my time at Jax's. It would be one thing if we lived far  apart, but it's a fifteen-minute drive from door-to-door on a good day.

There are excellent arguments on both sides. Jax's house holds a lot of  memories. Maybe it would be better for him to move on, leave that part  of his life behind. My house is in the middle of town, or practically.  Does he want to live his life among the people he's been trying so hard  to avoid? Yes, he's made progress. He comes into town on a regular basis  with no blowback from either the residents or the club. But moving  there is a lot to ask all at once. Meanwhile, my house is closer to my  shop. I could walk there if I needed to.

"Fine," I say. "We'll flip a coin. Heads my house. Tails, yours."

He pulls out a quarter. "You sure about this?"

I hesitate, then nod. "No matter where I am, I'll be with you. It's just as well, either way."

"Okay." He grins, then flips the quarter high into the air. He catches  it, then slaps it on the back of his hand. I place my hand over his.

"What's the matter?" he asks.

"I just realized. I don't care what the quarter says. I want to move in  here." We're sitting in front of his fireplace, a Monopoly board between  us.

"What? Since when?"

"Since … this is where I want to be. That's the only way I can put it.  That house, my rental? It doesn't mean anything to me. There's no  attachment to it. It's just … convenient. That's all. This house?" I look  around. "It's already full of memories for me. Good memories."

He smiles. "It is. I know what you mean."

"But! If there's too much here you want to move away from, I totally  understand. I don't want to force you to keep living here with all the  old memories."

He thinks about that, now looking around. "We can redecorate. I think  I've been too stuck in the past. It's time for me to move forward, but  that doesn't have to mean moving to another house. I can start here." He  smiles at me. "You really want to live here?"

"I really do." I kiss him.

"Can we still see what the coin says?"

I shrug, removing my hand. We look. Heads.

I fall back on the floor, laughing. "Oh, well. What's a coin toss? Arbitrary."

He leans down, covering my mouth with his own. The laughter dies,  replaced by a low moan as his tongue swirls around the inside of my  mouth. As always, my body responds to his almost instantly.

"You're pushing it, little boy," I whisper while his hand roams up and down my torso.

"How so? And who are you calling little?"

I giggle, then whimper when his fingers brush my sensitive nipples. "You  know you're supposed to be taking it easy. You can't flex those abs too  much. We don't want to hurt you."

"That's true." He kisses my jaw, my chin, down my throat. His mouth  sends a tingle straight to my core. "Maybe you should do all the work,  in that case."

I laugh. "I think that's a possibility. Only if you ask nicely." My hand caresses his cock, already at half-mast. He growls.

I enjoy making love in front of a roaring fire as much as the next girl,  but I don't love being watched by a hound dog. I scramble to my feet,  dashing up the stairs. Jax follows.
         

     



 
As soon as we reach the bedroom, he closes the door. We fall onto the  bed together, kissing and touching. He claws at my clothes, unbuttoning  my jeans, running his hands beneath my t-shirt to touch my skin. I feel  the clasps on my bra pop open. "Somebody's in a hurry," I murmur, taking  his bottom lip between my teeth. I suck it, then bite gently.

"Mmm … " he growls, returning the favor.

I get on my knees on the mattress, pulling the shirt over my head,  discarding the bra. His hands are immediately on my breasts, kneading  them. I sigh, closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling. Then I move his  hands away.

"Just lay back and enjoy," I whisper. He smiles, placing his hands behind his head to watch me.

I straddle him, kissing my way down his inked torso. Swiping my tongue  over his nipples before moving down to his navel. He hisses through  clenched teeth, abs tensing. Still so tender.

I unbutton his jeans, tongue moving playfully along the waistband before  I slide the pants over his hips and down his legs. I rub his erect cock  through the cotton of his shorts, teasing him. There's a wet spot at  the tip, betraying his excitement.

"Put it in your mouth," he whispers urgently. I comply, sliding the  shorts down until he's exposed. His solid, erect length lying against  his stomach. Starting from the base, I drag my tongue slowly up his  length until I reach the head. I open my mouth, allowing him to slide  past my lips. His groan seems to reach my pussy, which twitches in  response. I'm already wet, ready for more. First, I'll please him.

I go excruciatingly slow, sliding my mouth down his shaft one inch at a  time. He holds his breath, waiting for me to take him completely in.  Finally my lips go as far as they will, my mouth unable to hold all of  him. I move back up, then down again. My hand strokes the now wet shaft  while I gently suck the head.

"Oh, God … " Jax's eyes are closed, his beautiful body stretched out  before me. He's totally in my control. I take advantage, rolling my  tongue in circles around him while I suck. Flicking the sensitive spot  just below the head every so often, pulling a groan from his throat.

"Please … " The torture is almost too much. I start bobbing up and down,  easing the pressure. He sighs, holding onto the back of my head. Guiding  me, trying to regain control.

I pick my head up, letting him slide from me. He looks up, surprised.

"You're not in control," I growl. "I am."

"Oh? We'll see about that." He takes me in his strong arms, flipping me  onto my back. Every time I forget how powerful he is, he's happy to  remind me. I don't mind. I love the way he takes over, doing what he  wants to me.

My jeans are off in a flash, then my panties. His mouth is on me,  teasing me. Licking my lips, the insides of my thighs. My most sensitive  places … all except one, that is.

"Oh, Jax … " I hold his head to me, trying to guide him to my clit. He  fights me, making me laugh in spite of the frustration he's putting me  through.

"I'm in control," he says before going back to his torture.

I can't take it. My hands grip the pillow beneath my head. My eyes are closed, my entire body tensed.

"Please lick me. Please!" I'm aching, almost ready to touch myself to  ease the tension. He groans against my mound, driving me even crazier. I  let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a scream. I'm rewarded by  the feeling of his tongue flicking against my clit. "Yes!" I cry out,  riding his face.

He licks my folds, lapping up my wetness, before sliding two thick  fingers into my waiting hole. My muscles clench around them. I cry out  again. He begins moving them in and out, rapidly pumping as his tongue  lashes back and forth over my button. My back arches. I hold my tits,  rubbing my hands over them.

I hear him groan and know he sees me playing with myself. I pinch my  nipples, flicking my fingers over them while he sucks my clit. I'm so  close.

"Oh! Jax!" My hips rise off the bed, the pressure in my core exploding  into pure bliss. It rocks me, leaving me gasping and shaking.

He's still kissing me down there. Softly, sensually. His tongue runs  slowly over my skin. I could stay like this all day … but I know he wants  more. So do I.

"On your back," I gasp, still catching my breath. He rolls over  immediately, reaching for me. I position myself over him, guiding him  inside me. We both groan when I slide down, his thickness filling me.

"Fuck … " he gasps when I start riding. Gently, slowly, rocking my hips as  I grind against him. I lean down, one hand on either side of his head,  giving his mouth access to my tits.

"Suck them," I beg, still thrusting down on him. He groans, eyes wide,  surprised at my forwardness. One, then the other nipple meets his  tongue, his lips. He sucks hard, biting gently. Making me gasp and  groan, whispering to him, urging him on.

"That's right. Suck my tits. Oh, yes … " It's not my imagination when I  feel him thrust upward, into me. Unable to contain himself. He loves  hearing me talk dirty, so I keep it up. Telling him what he does to me,  how much I love fucking him. How his huge cock makes me want to scream  when I come. His breath comes faster, more uneven.