X~Tig~X
The sun filtered into my room from the small window and coated my dorm in a heavenly glow. I could see the little dust flurries floating inside the sunlight and they looked like tiny fairies. I noticed how much of a pansy I turn into when she's around and the guys would never let me live it down if they heard me talking like this. Either way, today was a beautiful morning and I've been up for about 20 minutes just holding Talia close to me. I was awakened by a vicious case of morning wood, but I've been doing my damnedest to ignore it and I had to slide her off me to prevent fucking her while she was sleeping. That'd be a bit overboard, even for me.
I managed to take her boots off without waking her and I was looking down at her now, basking in her still form. She was always so warm and for some reason that was totally illogical, she was the softest thing my fingers have ever felt. It was almost suspicious how silky every part of her was. I vowed to memorize every new curve of her body and cherish every part of her.
I didn't hear anything from outside of the door yet, so everyone was still passed out around the bar. Clay might be up or he might've gone home to his Old Lady late last night. I admired he and Gemma, so in love with one another. John was a pretty good man to Gemma and I knew they were in love, but there was something else that was so vibrant about her since she's been with Clay. He was her rock and he's been a good father figure to the little prince.
I often pictured how the Crow would look on Talia and more specifically, where it would be stamped on her. Too many parts of her body were my favorites, but I think I was just being picky because that tattoo wasn't the prettiest thing in the world. I'd be fine with her getting my name instead, but I think that bird would look perfect sitting on that delicious ass of hers though. I loved and cherished every inch of her body, but I couldn't keep my hands off her ass for a day. That'd be fine with me so long as another chick was inking her up. I couldn't have another man pawing at her ass, it was mine.
I've never asked Talia to get the Crow, but I've been wanting to for ages now. We've been together for a long time and I considered her my Old Lady. I've called her that when she wouldn't notice. I'd sometimes mutter it in her ear while she was sleeping, doing it seconds before she'd wake up to see if she heard me. She never did though. When she'd be drunk out of her mind and I was taking her to bed, I'd call her that while she was laughing at her own intoxicated mind. The boys would too, but like me, never when she'd notice.
For some reason, I was afraid to tell her at a time where she could remember it because I feared the worst outcome. I always reverted to pessimistic thoughts with her and they made me second-guess every single choice. It took an arm and a leg for me to tell her I loved her, but she said it first and that made it a little easier. I knew I loved her from the first time we had sex and I said it, but I didn't really mean it until afterwards. If she decided she wanted to leave me and the Club for a normal life, there wouldn't be another woman to replace her and I sure as hell wouldn't go looking for one. Nobody could replace my little angel. She was too perfect for comparison. We were practically married.
Talia stirred a bit and I knew she was going to be up in a second. I was waiting until she nuzzled into me and when she did, I kissed her head. I put my lips to her ear and was trying not to smile, but I couldn't help it.
"When I'm around you, I'm predictable
'Cause I believe in loving you with first sight
I know it's crazy, but I'm hoping to...to take a hold of you"
"Oh my God." She mumbled into my chest and I could feel her smiling. She looked up at me for a split second, then hid her face from me and I nudged her with my nose to make her peek at me again.
"Oh, you're everything I'm wanting
Come to think of it, I'm aching
And on account of my transgression, will you welcome this confession?
Could this be out of line? Could this be out of line?
To say you're the only one breaking me down like this
You're the only one I would take a shot on
Keep me hanging on so contagiously"
Talia started laughing and it made my heart melt. It was the sweetest, most darling thing I ever heard and it was rich with happiness.
When she was a teenager, she'd put her headphones over my ears and tell me to listen to the music she liked. We'd spend hours in her room to feel the music, figure out the message because she was that kind of music lover. She was mainly into Three Days Grace, Nirvana, Green Day and a dash of Slayer. I was pretty cool with them, then she started showing me all the new-age music she liked. Most of that shit made me want to slit my throat, crawl into a hole and bleed out, but some of the tunes stuck with me and I'd horribly sing little bits and pieces in her ear. She'd always say she liked hearing me sing, but I wasn't blessed with beautiful vocal cords like she was and I had to sound like a cat getting bathed in acid.
"Good morning, angel." I muttered into her hair, kissing her locks. Her hair was always silky too. Good God, the woman could replace satin sheets.
"Morning, love." Her soft voice buzzed in her chest and through to mine. Her hand slid from my shoulder, down my arm and our fingers fluttered against each other before they intertwined. "...I missed you, Tiggy."
"I missed you too."
"I didn't think you'd still want me...that you'd wait." She muttered with a humorless laugh and I tried to look at her, but she turned her head into my chest. "I mean, 4 years? I just up and left you without a word and you probably hate me for that...I was expecting you to move on, have someone replace me..."
"Hey..." I sunk down a bit to be leveled with her and locked eyes with her. I could see the pain in her eyes and I was praying she wouldn't cry. I only saw it once, but it broke my heart and I never wanted to see her so sad again. "Nobody's gonna replace you, baby, and I don't hate you for leaving. I don't think I can love anything as much as I love you. You're here now, we're together and nothing's gonna separate us again. I gotta take care of some stuff with the Club, but we're gonna spend tonight together. We'll get some movies, order out and just have a nice night in."
I brought our laced hands up to my lips and kissed her smaller mitt to seal my promise, gazing into those newly awakened eyes that looked like the calm waves of the Caribbean. Those heavenly orbs were probably the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
My eyes traveled down to her neck and rested on the necklace I gave her, my way of temporary marking her as mine until I brought up the tattoo. It was still shining like she polished it every hour and I wouldn't be surprised if she did. Judging from the lighter skin that was taking the shape of the charms, she didn't take it off a lot or probably at all. She said she wouldn't.
I felt her feather-light kisses on my chest and they traveled up, only stopping to give me a kitten nip on the jaw.
"Tal." I tried to add a warning tone to my voice. I had a good feeling where this was going and she hummed in response, confirming my theory.
She straddled me and the way her eyes lightened with the sunlight almost made her look like a completely different person. She kissed my ear and nipped the lobe, catching my hands before I could grab her hips. I knew what that meant and I put my hands up in surrender, layering them under my head. Talia smirked and started trailing her delicate kisses down my chest, flicking her tongue over my nipple that made my dick jump in excitement. She was going to make me cream myself before she even did anything.
Her lips went down the center of my chest and followed the line of my dark pubic hair, giving a patch a little tug. She giggled when I bucked up, but she held my hips down. I felt her hand grip me and I sighed at the contact of her smooth palm, her thumb rubbing at the head. I started to sit up on my elbows to watch her, but her hand went to my chest and pushed me back down. I felt her tongue at the junction between my balls and my girth and she licked up to the tip, repeating the action 3 more times. I felt her soft lips wrap around the head and her tongue was swirling around it, dipping into the hole that was already oozing with pre-cum.
Then, my heart almost imploded and I had to sit up when she easily took me in all the way, my cock smoothly gliding down her throat. She didn't choke or gag or even try to stifle a cough.
Talia was looking at me through her thick lashes as she kept me down and I groaned when she came up, her taut cheeks making her warm mouth resemble a tight pussy. She let a quarter of me out of her before she went back down and I could feel her tongue gliding under the base, licking at the top of my balls. My God, this girl knew what she was doing. Instinctively, my hand went to her hair to keep it out of her beautiful face as she started bobbing her head and stroking me, looking like the sexiest thing I've ever seen. When I felt her moan around me, I could've creamed right then and there.
I could die right now with no regrets, having this angel with her lips wrapped around my dick being the last thing I ever saw. She was the only woman who could make damn near everything she did beautiful. The way she walked with those smooth legs, the way her honey-coated voice would sound when she talked and that smile, that gorgeous fucking smile that I couldn't live without, had me addicted to her, to my Talia.
"You're such a good girl, baby." I praised with a moan and Talia hummed again, making me groan louder. "Fuck, Tal."
My hands were clenching balls of the blanket and my head was lolled backwards, appreciative moans falling from my lips. I was tingling from my head to my toes and I started feeling a numbness come over my cock that Talia was still expertly sucking, feeling the constriction her compressed cheeks made. Jesus, I bet this girl could suck a goddamn tennis ball through a garden hose if she got the chance. I could feel my balls tightening as they prepared for release and I was desperately waiting to get to that liberation. I never lasted long when she went down on me, it was impossible.
When I felt my balls twitch, my hands went to her hair and made her suck me just a little faster. She started doing it on her own and I cursed before I started creaming inside her mouth. She took me all the way in again and I was sporadically thrusting as she milked every drop that came out of me, her eyes never leaving mine. Panting, I watched Talia slide me out of her mouth very slowly with a wet pop and I couldn't take it anymore. She was going to be the death of me. I couldn't even kiss her because I fell on my back and tried to remember the feeling below my waist.
I don't know if a few minutes passed or if I fell asleep, but the darkness cleared and I had control of myself again. I looked down at Talia and her cheek was resting on my thigh, her fingers ever-so-lightly running up and down my hardening member. She kinda looked like a cat then, a sneaky and sexy look in her powerful, yet lazy demeanor. Her kisses started their trail again and she made her way up to me, straddling me. I grabbed her face and forced my tongue in her mouth before she could even try to part her lips for me. I could taste myself on her and that just made me want her more.
"Ride me, angel." I instructed with a pat on her ass, my ass, and another delicate purr fell from her lips.
Talia wasted no time in positioning herself over my very excited cock and I moaned with her as she lowered herself, watching her slit devour every inch of me like her mouth did before. But oh, how I could feel the difference. Her velvety walls were already drenched and her juices were better than any lube I've ever used. She probably figured it out because I never told her, something with me liking to be dominant, but I loved when she rode me. I could enjoy watching her bouncing on me and have more time to focus on pleasing her while she did.
Talia started jouncing and it was in a perfect rhythm. It wasn't too hard or fast, but it wasn't slow and tepid because neither of us fancied that ungodly speed. We weren't that bed-of-roses-with-lit-candles type of lovers. That stuff was banal, the build-up was monotonous and when we tried that gushy crap, we both ended up falling asleep because we were so overcome with torpor. Now, we weren't both sadomasochists who were into BDSM dungeons and that kind of dark shit either. To each his own, but we didn't run with that crowd. We both liked unplanned, moderately rough sex.
I was on my back again and basking in the divine nymph that was on top of me, her breast bouncing as she did. Her hands were on my chest and slightly scratching, but I was more focused on how she looked. I could practically feel her buzzing with desire and her harmonious cries of pleasure were telling me just how much she was enjoying herself because I was enjoying it too, drugged by the euphoric feeling that only she could provide.
"That's it, baby." I groaned, my hands going to her magical hips as my eyes closed and retreated to the back of my head. "Just like that."
I decided it was time to pitch in on her contentment. I sat up and my face was buried in her breasts, greedily sucking at her salmon teat and feeling her arch into me as she panted moans. She came to an abrupt stop and her hand was in my hair to keep me focused on where she wanted me, her pleased purrs encouragement to stay right where I was. I glanced up at her and smirked when I saw her mouth parted, but her eyes closed. They snapped open when my palm met the bare skin of her ass in a sharp smack, a surprised yelp slipping out.
"Who told you to stop?"
"Tig-" She gasped and another squeak came out of her when she got spanked again, her head resting on my shoulder as she shuddered. I was starting to like doing that because she'd convulse around me and the feeling was superb.
"Get moving." I cockily commanded.
"Make me." She challenged and I knew she was smiling because I was too. The woman was ballsy.
As much as I didn't want to, I pulled Talia off me and I didn't fail to notice the confused look of disappointment on on her face. That quickly changed when I had her on her hands and knees, ass in the air with her face buried into the covers. She turned her head to the side to look back at me and I saw her hands clench the blankets when I was in her again. There was no build-up pace, I just went in hard and fast just to hear her moaning again, her ass curling up to meet each stroke. One hands was squeezing her ass and leaving a red mark while the other was under her stomach to toy with her and I was lost in the sounds she was making, the desperation being replaced with satisfaction after every pound of her hilt.
Sensing my second orgasm of the morning or afternoon, whatever the hell time it was, I felt her nearing her peak too and I pressed my chest on her tattooed back. My arms were planted on either side of her hands and I put my bigger hand over hers, feeling her squeeze our intertwined fingers as soon as they locked together. Barely 2 strokes after, we were both moaning each others names and were a pile of limp bodies twitching after draining the life out of one another.
When I settled down, the lovey-lovey feeling washed over me and I was cuddling Talia again, playfully kissing her to hear her sweet giggles. I had her wrapped in my arms and trapped to my chest. Her arms were locked around my neck while her fingers were in my hair and softly massaging my scalp. I loved when she had her fingers in my hair. This is exactly where she belonged, with me. I could just gaze at her and be the happiest man on Earth. I didn't have to tell her I loved her, though I did anyway, because I'm sure I was smothering her with affection and she could feel my adoration for her.
"You're so beautiful." I muttered into her collar, smiling when she giggled and laughing when she squealed after I nipped her.
"Tig!"
"I love you."
"I'd love a pizza right now." I pulled back and looked at her, eyebrow cocked. She trailed her finger around my chin and traced my bottom lip. "Make yourself useful and go make me a sandwich."
She tapped my nose and I almost scoffed at her stereotypical male tone. We stared at each other then. To others, we probably looked like we were about to fucking kill each other, but this was one of our things. Talia's laughter broke the 'serious' moment because I started ticking her and asking her who the hell she thought she was trying to boss me around. I had mercy on her though and took some of the pillows from the head of the bed to bring them to the foot. We got comfortable again and I hoped this is how the rest of the day could be, just laying around naked with her.
"Tig, you up?" I heard the Prospect knock on my door, but I didn't take my eyes off Talia when I pulled the blanket up to cover her. Of course, I couldn't get to paradise that easily.
"Yeah."
"Have you seen the- whoa, sorry!" I heard the door open and he must've halfway closed it upon seeing us, my suspicion confirmed when I tore my eyes from Talia. He was partially shielding his eyes from us with the door, but I saw the glances he'd peek at my girl. She didn't seem to care because she threw her leg over my waist and was kissing my cheek, obviously trying to get my full attention back on her. "Should I go? I mean, it looks like you guys are busy and I don't wanna interrupt any-"
"Cool it, kid. We just finished. What do you want?"
"Uh, the women out here are asking for Talia. They said she's got the keys to the car and it's about time to pickup last night's rounds."
"Wanna do me a favor, cutie?" Talia asked, her voice as soft as silk, and she turned on her stomach to look at him, a smile on her lips that made Half-Sack's jaw drop, but he nodded. Kid probably had a stiffy, but I couldn't be sure because of the door. "Tig's cut, it's on the dresser. The keys are in his pocket."
She stretched with a yawn and pointed to the dresser for Half-Sack. He almost looked scared to step inside my dorm, which was understandable because he didn't want to disrespect a patched member, but I nodded and he went to the dresser to do as she instructed. I leaned up to the head of the bed and reached for the pack of smokes and lighter on my nightstand, lighting one. I curled my free arm around Talia and she leaned her head on my shoulder. I didn't notice when she slipped something in my cut last night, but Half-Sack pulled her keys out and ever-so-gently set my cut back where he found it, turning to Talia for further guidance. He was still trying not to look at her, but he kinda had to.
"Electra's my little Hershey Kiss. She's probably in Bobby's room or he's between her legs on a pool table. Either way, she'll tell you where the girls are for pickup. There should be 6 Kittens here and 11 on the street. Make sure they're all accounted for and you get a free blow from uh...Dixie, deal?" He nodded and she smiled at him before he left, leaving the door wide open.
"Close the door, asshole!" I called and he zipped back, apologizing and shutting the door. I sat up again and flicked the ashes of my cigarette in a tray, swinging my legs off the edge of the bed. I felt Talia behind me and her hands on my shoulders.
"I'm gonna run us a shower." She kissed me on the cheek and got out of bed in all her naked beauty. Tempted, I managed to smack her ass again, not anywhere as hard as before, and that made her laugh before she disappeared into the connecting bathroom.
I noticed the patch of dressing on her side too and I didn't like the fact that she got hurt, but I'd nag her about it later. She didn't seem discomforted by it anyway. When she was out of my eyesight, I started to think about that gash I had hooked on me since she left. The woman hasn't come back around the clubhouse, but she's been keeping my Burner buzzing with invitations to come see her and sending pictures to add to the temptation. Now that my Old Lady was home and we've been together, I wasn't interested or aroused by any other woman and I've been ignoring those texts. I'd have to get a new Burner soon.
I thought about coming clean to Talia, just telling her I fucked up, and the fact that I picked that song out of the millions of tunes I've ever heard had to be some kind of sign to admit my mistake. The guilt from tainting our relationship was always buzzing in my head and I couldn't push it out no matter what I did. It would only stop if I told her...but I couldn't, not right now. She was home and happy with her family, probably had some crazy stoner adventure planned with Juice. She'd go visit her Mom's grave in Fresno when she had the time, give her some flowers and talk to her. She's taken me to the cemetery, introduced us and told me everything about Juliana Blaire Langdon to the point where I felt like I knew her Mother for years. I asked Happy where her Dad was buried and he said the cops never found his body.
This gash though, something was telling me that bitch was going to pop up at the wrong time and start blabbing. As sexy as it was seeing a catfight, I did not want Talia fighting anytime soon because she was supposed to be relaxing and she didn't need any stress or bullshit while she was healing. Once Chibs gave the green light on her condition, she could beat that bitch's face in, but not until then.
I stopped thinking about it and remembered what was waiting for me in the bathroom. Now, I was planning round 3 in the shower because I owed her one.
Bam! Back-to-back, reunited and it feels so good, smuttay goodness. You guys love me, right? ;)
I usually don't write so much smut, but this is SOA and they're a very intimate bunch.
There's drama coming though. Could it be Tig's leftover, a blast from the past or a pissed off crime lord?
Juice and Talia bro/sis fluff coming up too. Stay tuned :3
