Stryker

10 - Did I hear her right?

Stryker

Some men might have second thoughts the day after. I didn’t. I haven’t had a second thought for the past two weeks. Coral is mine, and I won’t give her up for anything in this world.

Yeah, we’ve talked a few times about how we’ll tell Shepard about us, I want it over with already, but Coral isn’t ready. I think she’s holding onto what we have now in case Shepard doesn’t take it too well and ends up killing me.

Whenever I’m not at the clubhouse or work, I’m with Coral. Don’t wanna be anywhere else but with her. We haven’t slept together or even done anything sexua.l yet, but she sleeps over at mine when Denise is at home. When Denise is not home, and she’s over at Ice’s, I stay over with Coral at their place. I hold her every fuckin’ night in my arms, and I sleep so well. Ain’t slept like that in... Well, ever.

There is no doubt in my mind that Coral is my best friend. She understands me like no one ever has. She tells me the same thing. Tells me that we're soul mates. Never thought about shi.t like that before, but it’s nice to think about.

Call me what you will, but I’ve been thinking a lot more about the future. All I see is Coral by my side, as my wife, the mother of my children. I want that, and I’m going to make it happen, no matter what I have to do. Shepard will understand eventually. I’ll make sure of it.

I'm not a man of material things, I’ve never had much of anything. Never needed many things. Things are only things. Things can be replaced. Hell, anything can be replaced.

But I’ve become a selfish man, a man who wants to own the woman who fast stole his heart. I want Coral for the rest of my life.

Who said it was okay to bring her into my life and make me fall for her?

Who said it was okay for her to show me that I’m not the nothing my old man told me I was?

But she has shown me that I’m something. Coral has made me fall in love with her, and it feels fuckin’ amazing. I don’t care about the biker image I’m supposed to show at all times. The hard man, the strong man. I don’t give a fuc.k about the guy everyone sees every day. Because I’ve never given a fuc.k about much, but I give a fuc.k about Coral and her happiness. I don’t know if I can be the man who brings her happiness every day for the rest of her life, but I’ll give it my best shot.

Since joining the Snakes, I fail at nothing. I do a job, I win. I’m a fighter, a survivor, and I’ll fight for Coral until my last breath. I won’t give her up for anything.

Will I walk away from the Snakes if Shepard tells me I have to choose?

You bet I will.

I never thought I’d say something like that, not even to myself, but some things in life are more important than the MC. Yeah, those guys are my brothers, BlackJack, my surrogate father, but Coral is my future. She’s going to be my family. I need her like I need my next breath to live.

Just being around her makes me smile. I feel like a fuckin’ woman half the time. Especially when I see that smile on Coral’s face the second she sees me. My stomach muscles tighten, and my face aches from smiling at her.

And when she’s in my arms?

Fuc.k, there ain’t no better feeling in this world.

Her little body molds against mine like she was made just for me. Ain’t no denying that fact. Hell, she was made for me, and no one will ever convince me otherwise.

When I’m not with her, I want to be. I can’t think of anyone but Coral, and I know she feels exactly the same way. She doesn’t have to tell me for me to know it. I fuckin’ feel it deep inside of me.

For example, tonight, I was drinking with some of the brothers at the clubhouse. We drank, played pool, talked bullshit, and all the while there was a soft voice in my head telling me it was okay to have fun. I don’t do fun. Shi.t, I don’t speak half the time, but I did have fun right up until I heard her voice in my head telling me to call her. The weird thing is I could seriously hear Coral’s voice in my head telling me she needed to hear my voice. So, I stepped outside and did just that.

“This is so weird,” She’d said.

“Why, baby?” I asked.

“Because I was just lying on my bed thinking about you. I felt sad for some reason,” It gutted me to hear her say that to me. “I’m not sad. I have nothing to be sad about, but I started missing you. I was just about to call you so I could hear your voice, and here you are calling me. How did you do that?” There was amusement in her voice, a little giggle, and all was well in my world because she was just fine.

“Sounds stupid, but I heard you in my head saying my name, telling me you needed me. Want me to come over?”

“Dumb question, handsome. Of course, I want you to come over.”

I’m there not fifteen minutes later, lying in her bed with my arms wrapped tightly around her, hers around my waist, head on my shoulder, and if I died right now, I’d be a happy man.

I’ve never had this. I’ve kept people at arm’s length as much as I could all my life. My childhood... Let’s just say no kid should have to grow up the way I did. Never knowing what love is, never feeling safe or wanted.

Mom was a flake. Couldn’t handle a kid she never wanted. It stunned me when I first saw Taylor holding Dominic and making him laugh because he thought he was such a big boy that he didn’t need hugs and kisses from his mother anymore, but I know he secretly loved it.

She’d tell her sons hundreds of times every day how much she loved them. She wasn’t shy in telling her husband either. I had no honest clue that mothers were anything like Taylor.

How could I when I had no example of it?

If I so much as tugged on my mother’s sleeve, she’d beat the crap out of me. She got it from my old man, so she’d pass the beatings on to me. All I knew by the time I was four was how to stay silent. Not talking or whining when I was hungry meant I didn’t get beaten. Ignoring her and my old man screaming at each other and hiding in my bedroom meant I was safe for a little while.

Can’t say I was sad when she split. In fact, I was fuckin.g glad. Bitc.h never cared about me, never called, sent a letter, nothing. I don’t even know if she’s still alive. Don’t even care.

Daddy dearest, on the other hand. That motherfucke.r used me as his personal punchbag from the day that bitc.h walked out until the day I did something about it. That bastard did some ungodly things to me as a small child. I’m not talking about sexua.l abuse and all that shi.t. Trust me, there can be worse things.

I was terrified of him for a while there. Until I was nine anyway. You soon learn that crying and begging get you nowhere.

‘Ain’t no one out there gonna save you, boy!’ He screamed one night while pinning me down on the couch by my throat.

I can’t even remember what I’d done wrong that day. Probably looked at him wrong or some pathetic shi.t like that, but he beat the living hell out of me that day. ‘You’ve been a fuckin’ let down since the day you were born! You’re nothin’. You will always be nothin’!’

He broke my wrist and collarbone that day. Did worse in the years that followed.

However, I’m a survivor, I got the fuc.k out of there before that prick killed me, or I killed him. Fuc.k me. I was so close. I turned on that bastard and made sure he never forgot my name.

“I love when you hold me like this.” I smile and kiss Coral’s head. Like every other time we’ve been in bed together, she’s wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a tank. I’m in my boxers and T-shirt. I can’t let her see what lies beneath just yet.

But I won’t lie, it’s hard – my coc.k, literally – being this close to Coral and not touching her how I want to. Not that I would ever push her into anything she's not ready for. I respect the fuc.k out of her. Always will.

When she’s ready, she’ll let me know. Until then, I’ll happily wait. Because just being with her is enough for me.

“Mark, there’s something I want.”

“What do you want, baby?” My eyes are closed. I’m tired as fuc.k. I don’t sleep well without her. When I’m with her, I sleep like a baby. But right now, I’ll give her whatever she wants.

“I want you to touch me.”

My eyes spring wide open.

Did I hear her right?

I turn my eyes to her and ask, “Coral, what are you talkin’ about? Baby, you don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. Don’t you know that I’d wait forever for you?”

“You’re so perfect, Mark. You have no idea what you do to me. I’m not ready to go all the way, but I don’t think I can go one more minute without knowing what it’s like to be touched by you.” I groan as she presses those perfect pink lips to the pulse on my neck. “Please. I want us to help each other cu.m.”

Ah, fuc.k.

I turn on my side, pressing her into the mattress. “Do you have any idea what you’re askin’ me?”

“Yes. I’m asking you to make me cu.m.” Little hands slide around my neck, pulling me between her now open legs. Fuc.k, I can feel the heat of her puss.y against my erection.

Yeah, I’m hard as fuc.k who wouldn’t be right now?

“My puss.y is aching for you. I’ve been so wet all day thinking about you touching me. Since you claimed me, you’ve respected the fact that I’m not ready for more than this. You’ve become the best friend I have ever had, Mark.” She strokes my cheek with the back of her hand.

I close my eyes and groan. This woman is going to be the death of me.

“How do you want me to make you cu.m, Little Bird? My hands or my mouth?”

“I want your mouth all over my body. Make me your woman, Mark.”

“You already are.” I grab the hem of her shirt, and she helps me pull it from her body. She’s not wearing a bra, and I swear, I almost cu.m in my damn boxers. Her tit.s are the perfect handful, and I take full advantage of touching, tasting those perfect little tit.s.

Coral moans as I suck on her pretty pink nipple.s. one at a time. She tastes so damn good. Every inch of her skin is perfect. I lick and suck at her skin, her tit.s, her neck, her stomach. I can’t get enough. Her hips tip against me, shamelessly rubbing her puss.y against my hard-on. She wants my mouth on her puss.y. She doesn’t need to say anything for me to know it.

I lift up and grab the waistband of her shorts, my hands still as my eyes lock with hers. I won’t do anything she feels uncomfortable with; I never want to hurt her in any way, including making her think she doesn’t have the choice to say no. I’m not that motherfucke.r. If Coral said No right now, I’d lie down and hold her all night long with a smile, never pushing for me because I fuckin’ love her. Yeah, I really do.

She smiles at me, her eyes telling me everything I need to know. She wants me to see her. I smirk while slowly sliding her shorts and panties over her curvy hips and down her toned legs, which fall open the second I pull them over her feet.

Fuc.k! She’s perfect. Her little pink puss.y is glistening, her little pearl winking at me, and I’m gonna lose it. I grab her left ankle, lifting her leg to kiss her foot, her ankle, her leg. Anything to calm my raging hormones so I don’t lose it right away.

But when has that shi.t ever worked when the woman you’re touching is the woman you love?

I love her. I’m not even going to pretend that I don’t. I feel it so deeply for this woman. It consumes me, every part of me.

“Mark, please, I ache so badly.”

I can’t make her wait any longer. She’s begging for me to touch her. I lean down and breathe in her scent. My fuckin’ eyes roll with how good she smells. My tongue snakes out to taste her honey, and she calls out to the heavens at that first touch. It doesn’t take long for me to get lost in the taste of my girl. I’m sucking on her cli.t, licking her back to front, front to back. She’s clutching my hair, riding my face, and I’m about to fuckin.g lose it like a damn teenager!

She’s stammering her words of encouragement, wanting me to make her cu.m. I slide just one finger inside her tight puss.y, and she loses it, screaming my name and cumming on my tongue so hard that her lower half shoots right off the bed.

I lick her gently, giving her time to come down from her orgas.m. Fuc.k, I’ve made women cu.m before, but they’ve never cu.m this hard, and I mean Coral really came hard.

I pull away from her and grab her hands, pulling her to her knees in front of me, where she clumsily wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me with a fiery passion, I didn’t know she possessed. “You made me cu.m so hard.” She pecks my lips. “Now, I want to suck your coc.k.” I groan deep in my throat. Never have those words affected me like this.

I watch Coral climb off the bed and kneel on the floor beside it. I scramble to the edge of the bed and plant my feet on either side of her beautiful body. She looks up at me with a smile on her face that would melt the coldest of hearts. She grabs my boxers; I lift my ass enough for her to remove them, my coc.k springing free at the same time.

Coral licks her lips, takes me in her hand, and tells me, “I’ve never done this before, so tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

I stroke her hair and smile. It makes me feel good to know I’ll be her first at practically everything sexua.l. “It will come naturally, Little Bird. Just do what comes naturally.”

And she does. She licks the tip, and my head falls back. Even that slight touch felt fuckin.g amazing. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to last, not with the way her mouth slides over my coc.k perfectly. Her throat is like velvet, and my dic.k slides further and further down with each movement.

I slide my hands into her blonde hair and guide her around me. There are stars behind my eyes. I’m in fuckin.g heaven right now. She’s moaning around my coc.k, sucking me like a damn vacuum.

It’s true what they say, you can have a million women suck your coc.k and make you cu.m down their throats, but until the woman you lose your heart to sucks you off, you’ve not felt absolute pleasure.

Just imagining what it will feel like to finally fuc.k this woman has me gasping, moaning, begging her to suck me harder, and she does. She sucks me so good I can’t stop my damn orgas.m from taking over my whole body. I’m cumming down her throat harder than I’ve ever cu.m in my life. I can feel it in every muscle, every damn sinew in my body.

God help me, I can’t fuckin’ breathe!

It isn’t until Coral leans up and kisses me do I come down from my high. I’m breathing hard, sweating like crazy, and all we did was oral. Fuc.k, if it doesn’t kill me when I’m finally inside her.

“Was it good?”

“Baby, you damn near killed me.” I pull her onto the bed beside me and lay us down, her in my arms, head on my shoulder. “It was more than good, Little Bird, it was amazing.”

She giggles and kisses my neck. “You made me feel just as good. My bones feel like jelly.”

I chuckle and pull her closer, grabbing the blanket from beside me and wrapping it around us. “Let’s sleep, beautiful. I’m right here with you.” I’ll always be right here with her.