“You like?” Sailor does a spin, giving me the full effect of what she’s wearing, the eye mascara and eyeliner, red lips that I know for damn sure I’ll have wrapped around my cock at some point tonight, and her body.
“Sailor, like is not a strong enough word. Come ‘ere.” I swing my legs over the side of the bed, my back smarting with each movement. That didn’t stop me from wearing my cut, forgoing the shirt, though.
“Make me.” It seems someone is in a playful mood tonight. Those words… she’ll reap what she sews later on tonight when I fuck that sassy mouth of hers, have her gagging on my length as I hold her head in place while she sucks my cock.
“You think I won’t?” I stand up, slide my cut off, walk until I make it to the dresser, and stop to place my cut on top of it, not moving towards Sailor like she’s expecting. This woman, damn, she’s like a wildfire, the wind taking over in every direction, lighting a flame in its path.
“I’m banking on it, stud.” She’s like a fever in my blood. One look at her, and I’m rock fuckin’ hard. That doesn’t mean I’m going to let her take the lead. Nope. I know what Sailor wants. The woman thrives on the chase. Half the time, I think that’s what keeps her coming back to me. She knows I’m not settling down anytime soon, definitely not now that I’m a member. I’ll be doing more runs, be gone longer, and it’ll get worse before it gets better. Every brother has to do their time. If I hadn’t fucked around and figured out which way I wanted to go, I wouldn’t be getting the shit runs I know are coming my way.
“I bet you are. Someone’s wantin’ to feel my hand on their bare ass.” Sailor walks backwards until she’s up against the wall. Her chest is moving up and down, breathless with desire that I can see in her eyes as well as her pebbled nipples, that damn underthing not doing shit to hold her breasts in place.
“Jackson.” My hand grasps her hip, my fingers digging into the curve of her ass. She attempts to move closer, wanting to feel my chest against hers. I don’t let it happen, though. Sailor lives for the tease, the foreplay, almost getting off more on that than when my cock is buried deep inside her body.
“You want somethin’, baby doll?” My nose glides along to the hollow of her throat, not giving her my mouth like she expects.
“You know I do.” Her leg wraps around my hip as I step closer to her, not leaving an inch of air between us. My eyes move to hers. They’re closed. Her cheeks are flushed, lips pressed together, chest arched out, giving me those tits of hers on a silver fuckin’ platter. My mouth waters at tasting her skin, leaving marks all along it with my teeth and beard.
“Son of a bitch, tell me you did not walk around without a fuckin’ thing on under this skirt.” The words fly out of my mouth. Most men would be happier than a pig in shit. The same can’t be said for me right now. I’m pissed as fuck.
“Yep.” She’s not apologetic in the least.
“You walk around unclaimed at a party that’s open to the public where, yeah, the brothers know you, same as the prospects, but the out-of-towners, the guys we don’t know, shit, Sailor, you’re asking for fuckin’ trouble. What would happen if you were walkin’ down the long dark hall to get to my room and some dipshit reached out and took what you weren’t willin’ to give?” I step back, my hands going to my hips.
“I walked with your mom into the club. Hawk had his eyes on me the entire time until I opened your door. I love that you’re worried about me, but I’m fine. I’m here. No big bad boogie man grabbed me.”
“You wanna go around not wearin’ anythin’ underneath your clothes, givin’ that to me and only me, you use your phone. I’ll meet you at your ride. Not gonna have some dipshit come after you while you’re unprotected, you get me?”
“Yeah, I get you.” Sailor’s body deflates. My anger is still simmering along the edge, and the need for a drink is front and center.
“Alright, now you’re gonna wait. That greedy pussy being bare and out in the open for any Tom, Dick, or Harry will be ready later.” I wedge my body between Sailor’s, spreading her legs, so my thigh is wedged between them, causing her to grind down, surely leaving a wet spot in its wake.
“Jackson, that’s not fair. I was safe, promise.” Her voice is full of longing.