He groaned, sinking his fingers into her hair. Tightening his fist in her hair, he pumped his hips into her waiting mouth. “You look so fucking beautiful taking my cock.”
She moaned. The sound vibrated up his length.
Whizz gritted his teeth as the pleasure became almost unbearable. She was the first woman to suck his cock in a long time. Closing his eyes, he worked his cock into her mouth. He took his time, sliding in then out, getting her to take more of him. When he hit the back of her throat, he withdrew from her mouth.
Lacey wrapped her fingers around his length from the root working up to the tip. She licked the head, and he watched the trail coat her tongue as she swallowed down his pre-cum. Fuck, he didn’t know how long he was going to last with her wicked tongue. He wanted to be inside her before the end of the night. Whizz had a lot of plans when it came to her body.
****
He tasted salty and clean. Lacey had never been one to want to taste a man’s dick before. Whizz was different. On every part of her life, he was testing her, making her want things she didn’t think were possible. When she was with him, he made her want to start over. Whizz made her believe it was possible to start over.
Flicking the tip, she stared up to see his eyes were closed. The rapture on his face let her know she was doing something right. He was soft yet hard beneath her grip. She was fascinated by all of him.
Lacey tightened her grip around him, squeezing.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
His hand tightened in her hair. The slight pain only added to her pleasure. She took him deeper into her mouth, sucking on the tip. His pre-cum slid over her tongue, and she swallowed him down, loving the exquisite taste of him. She sucked him in deep until he was far enough that she wouldn’t gag, and then she pulled off. Licking along the root of him, she cupped his balls to add to his pleasure. She wanted to taste his cum on her tongue. To do to him what he’d done to her.
“Fuck, Lacey, your mouth is like heaven.”
She smiled, licking the tip of his cock.
“You keep doing that I’m not going to last.”
Staring up the length of her body, she released his cock. “Then don’t last.”
“You want my cum in this mouth?” he asked, touching her lips.
Lacey flicked her tongue out to touch his fingers. “I want it all.”
“You’re going to send me to an early grave.”
“I’ll join you.” She was so turned on. He’d already given her two orgasms, and she really wanted a third at his hands.
“I see that look in your eye, Lacey. You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t give him a chance to respond. Gripping his cock, she took him back to her mouth, licking and sucking.
“Fuck,” he said. He stroked her hair then fisted the length.
Lacey gave herself up to the pleasure of sucking him off. She cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his length with the other.
“I’m going to come, Lacey.”
She wanted his cum. He drank her cum, licked her as if he was a starving man and she was a morsel. She wanted to do the same to him, to give him the same kind of pleasure. This was not a take kind of relationship. The relationship she wanted with him was that of equals, both of them taking and giving.
He tensed beneath her touch, and she withdrew until only the tip of his cock was inside her mouth.
“Fuck, Lacey. I’m going to come.”
Before he finished his moan, his cum splashed the back of her throat. She had no choice but to swallow him down. Moaning, she sucked the cum from him, milking his cock for as much as she could get. Only when there was no more to take did she release him.
Whizz bent down and picked her up in his arms. He placed her on the center of the bed, following her down. For several minutes neither of them spoke. She stared at him as he looked at her.
He grabbed her hand, locking their fingers together.
“I’m not going to give you up,” he said.
She chuckled. “I just swallowed your cum. I doubt any man is giving a woman up after that.”
He tightened his hand over hers. “It’s different with you. It has always been different. From the moment you entered the coffee shop our lives have been different.”
Lacey knew exactly what he was talking about. She hadn’t been the same since she met him. Something about Whizz pulled her in, drawing her away from everything she knew to see him.
“I thought about that day. The one where I came here.” She licked her lips. The pain was there, but it wasn’t as debilitating as it used to be. She was getting over her own guilt. It was hard at times, but she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life hating herself.
“You don’t have to say anything.”
“I do have to say something.” She stared at their linked hands. “I didn’t know what was happening or what your club had planned. I thought if I knew I’d have gone back to warn them.” Here was where the guilt reared its ugly head. “I know I wouldn’t have gone back to them, Whizz. If I was given a choice between seeing you once more or bringing them back and warning them, I know I wouldn’t pick them. I wouldn’t pick Dalton even though I should.”
“Lacey, you don’t know that. You don’t know what decision you would make. They were your family.”
Tears filled her eyes as she stared at him. “They weren’t my family, Whizz. Dalton was my family. He was the one to stand beside me. Out of the whole of the club, he’s the one I’d call a brother. I didn’t agree with Danny, and I didn’t spend a lot of time with the others.”
“You’re not responsible for their deaths. Danny shot at Butch. He was willing to kill us all.” Whizz let out a sigh. “You need to stop tormenting yourself. Even if you had gone with them, Lacey, we would have hunted them down and killed them. After everything that happened, we couldn’t let them escape.”
She wiped the tears that had fallen from her face. “God, I’m so sorry.”
“They were your family.” He didn’t say anything more, letting her have her tears.
She didn’t want to spoil their night together. The day she’d spent with Prue and Angel had been amazing. She adored the two women and even liked Gash.
“I didn’t want to get emotional over this. Today has been amazing. Spending time with Prue and Angel, it was strange at first, but they pulled me in. I felt part of the group.”
“Those two have been trying to get to you for some time to spend time with you. I’m glad you went and had fun.”
“What about you? How was Butch?”
She heard him blow out a breath. “There’s not a lot to say about Butch. He’s healing, and he’s scared.”
“You don’t sound happy.”
“I’m not. Butch looked like he was waiting for one of us to off him. I don’t like that, never have.” Whizz didn’t release the hold he had on her hand. She didn’t want him to let her go. Lacey liked feeling this close to him. “When he decided to leave for Cheryl I was angry, hurt. Our women have been put in danger, and he felt his woman was better than the others, which is why he made sure she was out of the way. I got angry. When Gonzalez came out of the woodwork and shit went down, Butch came back. We voted him back in, but Tiny and Alex had other plans for him. They made him become a spy, feeding Gonzalez information.”
Some of this she knew from listening to Danny and Dalton talk when they didn’t know she was listening in on their conversations.
“This shit with the Savage Brothers took us all by surprise. I know why he did what he did. I spoke with Tiny before coming up here. He’s not going to let Butch back.”
Tears filled her eyes once again. “That’s my fault, mine and the others.”
Whizz pressed his head against hers. “If he doesn’t let Butch back, I’m walking.”
“You can’t do that, can you?”
“I can leave the club whenever I want, Lacey.”
“You love it here.”
“No, I love what the club stood for. He was trapped by the past and present, Lacey. They had Butch playing spy, and the rules had changed. He shouldn’t be pulled from the club because of that.”
“I think you’re being a little unreasonable in making that demand. You’re going to blackmail the club?”
“No, I just want the club to see that they’ve got to give him another chance.”
“Don’t you think you’re being a little unfair?”
“Butch is family. Yeah, he fucked up in trying to protect his woman and with the Savage Brothers, but I can’t let them kick him out.”
“Why?” she asked.
“We’re a family. Family makes mistakes. We’re a lot stronger than casting them aside. We didn’t for Nash. The first time when Butch walked because of Cheryl, I was pissed at him. I didn’t know how he turned his back, but this, there’s a lot more at play here.”
“Like what?”
“First, Alex and Tiny kept the fact he was feeding Gonzalez information from us. Butch was already in a tense fucking situation. None of us even took the time to ask him what was going on. I never asked him about the Savage Brothers. He didn’t talk, but we didn’t give him a chance either. Gonzalez was fucked up to shit. I guess with Devil and the Chaos Bleeds crew gone, I don’t want to lose another brother because of Gonzalez. He’s taken enough from all of us.”