Avicii’s ‘Wake Me Up’ flowed from my lips, the melody and the lyrics soothing my soul.
Kit’s free hand slipped under the hem of my top and rested gently on my stomach. He rubbed his thumb up and down, in time with the beat and it sent shivers through my body.
The intimacy of the situation was not lost on me. The sexy naked chest man at my back made sure I was well aware of how close we were at this moment. His mouth had now found my exposed neck. His lips and tongue exploring it softly as his hand moved further up my stomach and his fingers began to dance across the bottom of my bra, as though they were searching for a way in. All the time both our hands continued to play, both in time and completely in tune with one another, much like our bodies.
I couldn’t handle one more minute. Her voice was so soft, so melodic. It drove me crazy. Apparently we were more in tune than I thought as she suddenly pulled the guitar away and dropped it gently onto the floor. No doubt, a lot softer than she had moments before I’d come in.
She stood and turned to face me. I didn’t even have a chance to miss my touch on her body before she was pressed up against me and her lips had found mine. Our mouths danced together, a perfect rhythm like we could still hear the music echoing in the room. I gripped both of her tight ass cheeks and lifted her. Her knees automatically bent and she straddled my thighs.
I pulled her closer but winced when I heard a small whimper of pain escape her lips and quickly disconnected our mouths. “Baby, we can’t. I’m gonna hurt you.”
“I don’t care.” She moved in again, her lips finding my jawline and leaving a hot trail along it and continuing down my neck. “Please, Kit.”
My self-control was slim at the best of times when it came to Harmony, but right at that moment with her pleading for me to take her, restraint went out the fucking window.
I held one hand between her shoulder blades and the other gripped her ass as I rolled, laying her on her back. Her eyes were hooded as she stared up at me. I could see the need in them, no doubt reflecting the emotion showed by my own. I braced myself with my hands on either side of her shoulders. Her chest rose and fell softly catching my eye and causing my gaze to travel down her body.
“Kit, please,” she repeated, lifting her hips so they lightly brushed against my own.
A smirk crossed my mouth, the pleasure in hearing her pleas for me to take her just too much to try and hide. I ground my hips against the light fabric of her shorts. Her mouth fell open and she sucked in a sharp breath of air.
“This what you’re asking for, Harmony? You want my cock?” She nodded, but it wasn’t enough for me. I pushed hard against her. “Give me the words, baby.”
Her hand reached out, her fingers finding my strong, ripped stomach. But those gorgeous hazel eyes, they never deviated for a second from mine.
“I want you, Kit. I want you to fuck me. Is that what you need to hear?” The sarcastic tone of her voice only made me harder. I sat back on my knees and stared down at her. Her hair was splayed all around her head, a beautiful fucking halo of blonde. My fingers drifted down her thigh, it was so damn smooth and felt like heaven against my rough calloused hands. I found my way inside the hem of her soft cotton shorts and through the lacy barrier of her underwear. A soft silky pussy waited for me, her outer lips already covered in moisture.
“You sassing me, baby?” I saw a tiny shudder move through her body as I swiped my finger through the wetness, flicking her clit gently at the end of the sweep.
“Maybe,” she whispered, so quietly I almost missed it. But the room was silent, no sounds but heavy breathing and racing minds. She couldn’t hide anything from me here. I could see into her eyes, see into her soul. I knew what she wanted, but I was sick and tired of playing games.
I wanted to hear her tell me that she needed me – beg me to take her. I needed to see the ecstasy on her face as I made her cum and feel her body draw me in as she convulsed with pleasure.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I demanded as my fingers once again drifted through her wet folds.
I didn’t expect the breathy, “No,” that fell from her lips.
My eyes widened and I felt a slim sheet of anger cover me. I pushed two thick fingers into her pussy with one thrust. Harmony moaned loudly, grinding against my hand. Her good hand flew to her breast and she began to kneed it and pull at her nipple.
My hand stilled and I reached out to grab her wrist, pinning it to the bed as I leaned over her. “The only way you’re getting any pleasure is from me. Tell me who you belong to, Harmony.”
She glared at me through lowered lashes. “I belong to the club.”
I growled, low and deep in the back of my throat. All common sense went out the window as soon as the words left her mouth. I couldn’t even count the amount of times I’d had to remind her that she was no longer a club whore. But something in that pretty little head of hers continued to contradict me and I was done with it.
I flipped her onto her stomach and ripped her shorts and panties from her lower half so that her bare ass and legs were exposed, pulling them down just enough so they held her knees together. My hand reared back before flying forward and connecting with her uncovered ass cheek. Her scream filled the air, but it was not one that was from pain. I did it again, loving the noise that echoed in the room as my palm connected with her now reddening flesh.
I rubbed at it, soothing the sting and enjoying the way her ass pushed back against my hand. I gripped her ass cheeks and leaned over her, lifting her shirt so that she could feel my hot chest against her naked back. The rock hard front of my jeans rubbed against her slick pussy, the material quickly dampening due to her greedy cunt.
I was careful not to put pressure on her shoulder as I moved my mouth to her ear. Her head was turned to the side and she was panting. She needed this, she wanted it so badly and yet she was still fighting.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Harmony? Tell me, and I’ll give you all the relief you need,” I whispered. I pulled her earlobe into my mouth, sucking gently. I wasn’t above forcing her to tell me that she was mine while she was in a haze of lust. I needed to hear the words come from her mouth. I craved them. I was done being the nice, understanding guy. I’d tried that. It hadn’t worked. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
I felt a whisper of air against my face. “What was that, baby?”
“I’m yours, Kit.” The words made me grind harder into her rear and she moaned. “You claimed me, I’m yours.”
I climbed off her and stood at the edge of the bed. She rolled her body gently and stared up at me, her eyes confused. My chest rose and fell in deep breaths as I tried to control my urges to jump on her and pound my cock into that lovely little hole like there was no tomorrow. But I had something I needed to say first before I rewarded her like that.
“One day, I want you to be my Old Lady, and not because I want to own you and keep you locked away. But because an MC President needs an Old Lady that’s strong and smart and loyal.” I saw her swallow deeply, my words possibly sinking in at last. “We can do this at any pace you like, baby. But with the strength, beauty and respect I see in you, I’m sorry, but I won’t let you slip by me without putting up a fight.”
I stood there for what seemed like forever. Our eyes staying connected the whole time. She never wavered, never cowered from my intense glare. And I knew for sure I’d made the right damn decision. My girl was fierce, she was strong and she would be able to handle anything that was thrown her way.
She slowly wriggled toward the edge of the bed, I didn’t step back. I refused to retreat. Standing slowly, her body having to gently brush against mine as she moved into my space.
“Show me.”
I cocked my head at her words. “Show you what, baby?”
Her hazel eyes sparkled. “Show me why being yours is going to be so damn good.”