Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from "Sons of Anarchy." They are the property of Kurt Sutter and Fox Network. No money is changing hands in the writing, reading or distribution of this story.

Warning: This chapter contains extremely graphic descriptions of sexual acts.

Chapter 14

"Does your mouth hurt?" Tig's thumb gently brushed the split in her lip, waiting for her to react. He was calm, nothing like the anxious, apprehensive and frustrated guy who couldn't even talk to her about this moment when they were in the garage. The tour of the bedroom of course hadn't been that lengthy, gray carpet, bluish green walls, a closet, a bunch of cardboard boxes, and a queen size bed, where Tig sat Joss down, standing in front of her, pushing her knees apart slowly and standing between her legs, pulling the long sleeved black t-shirt off over his head.

"A little," Wow, he was taking his shirt off? This was like special occasion fucking! Joss tried hard to stifle herself, she wasn't sure why she was so close to laughing, she wanted Tig, that was running hard and true throughout her body, but she felt jittery. She tried to remember the last time there was a bed involved when he'd fucked her, it was usually a hard, fast and angry ordeal that took place in some back alleyway with just enough clothing pulled down or pulled up to make the act possible. She loved it when he took his shirt off though, he was full of ink, skulls and spider webs and various other ominous things, not to mention his back cover that looked the same as his cut. Joss still had so many fantasies of just laying back with him, his shirt off and her fingers leisurely tracing the lines of all those tattoos. But most of all Joss loved to run her fingers through all those dark hairs on his chest, it was a pleasure she'd often steal when she knew he wasn't paying attention, because Tig had never been big on being touched like that, or being snuggled up against.

He leaned down, both his hands going to the towel that was wrapped around her, his fingers sliding between the light blue fabric and her skin as his lips touched hers, lightly at first, then more when Joss leaned into the kiss, hungry for the taste of his mouth, but before she could have it, he pulled back. "That hurt?" he asked, and pulled the towel away from her body, dropping down to one knee now, his lips on her neck, kissing her and biting her a little harder than just a nibble.

"No," Joss could hardly breathe enough to speak now though, feeling his strong hands cup and start to squeeze her breasts with his usual rough brutishness that only increased instead being satisfied by the feeling of her flesh in his hands, and he squeezed harder, but rubbed both her nipples with his thumbs. That jitteriness was dissolving into the total freedom that giving herself over to him completely always was; she'd always been his, no matter who was fucking her, even before that patch. His mouth slid down her neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave a series of red marks all the way from her collar bone to her breast, his lips taking the place of his thumb there, sucking hard; trapping her nipple roughly between his teeth. She didn't fight him or protest when took her entire nipple into his mouth and bit down harder, tugging at it until she shuddered against him, then pulling her abruptly and aggressively into him with a hungry grunt, crushing her breast against his bearded chin. Her whole body trembled now as he worried her nipple to a fiery ice then left that breast to give the other the same delightful punishment. Joss wrapped her arms around his neck, not usually allowed to touch him like this, but tonight he was letting her, and she'd needed to so badly! Something like bird's wings fluttered inside her, rattling all her nerve endings to eager attention.

Tig had pulled her so close and had her so locked against him that she could feel the dark hairs on his chest intertwining with the dark curls between her legs, and her thighs were spreading, the soreness deep inside her now a dull pounding that mimicked the beating of her heart, and she felt her slit coming forth with a rush of wetness that she knew Tig noticed, for he sometimes let her bite swollen nipple slip from his mouth in order to breath the scent of her need for his big cock deeply into his lungs. And she did need him inside her, every last inch of length and girth, though she knew it would hurt, but then, that was her own doing.

The scent of her was drawing him hypnotically downwards, away from her graciously sore nipples as he nuzzled his way over her ribs and stomach as gently and sweetly as his blood lust nature would allow him to, not able to resist sucking her skin red here or scraping with his teeth there. He was slowly slipping from her embrace, but the more Joss fought to hold him, the more he growled, his message clear, let him move where he liked. She lessened her frantic grip, but couldn't break contact with him entirely, needing to feel the heat of his body. The palm of one of Joss's hands still pressed into his taut deltoid, every muscle beneath his skin at the ready; prepared to seize upon her should she even think about trying to get away from him. His tongue circled her navel, breathing her dampness in through his mouth now, one of his hands slowly snaking from her back to her hip, over the brand he'd put on her a year ago, fingers disappointingly in no rush to their destination of the flooding crescent between her thighs. Joss's teeth chattered now she shook so much, part of her already feeling like she was penetrated by him, good and deep, but the rest of her still waiting in patient agony. His hand had stalled at the brand on her hip tracing the permanent welts of his initials, and his mouth lingered at her belly, sometimes nipping at the thin skin at the bottom of her ribs, nestling his goatee against her skin. "You're never leaving me, Joss," his voice was just above a whisper, and he didn't look at her or even stop what he was doing, drunk on what he felt and knew she wanted. "Never. I'll fucking kill you first."

"I know," Joss gasped, and she did know, how else could this fucked up thing they had end? What should have been off putting only enhanced how much she needed him, her eyes strained shut as all the desire within her was itself choking her out. Oh God, she just needed him to touch her as deeply as she could be touched! He'd never gone this slowly before; he'd never been so wickedly and perversely sensual, she couldn't take anymore of it, but at the same time wished he'd never stop. Fuck, he could bite her until she bled if he wanted to, she didn't care, just as long as he shoved his hand between her legs and took command of her aching need. Her hips rolled against his chest now, desperate to attract his touch, or at least win some minor relief when her wet, pink folds kissed his tight pectoral muscle, Joss trembling again at the thought of rubbing her engorged clitoris against his hard nipple, and she moaned her longing to do just that.

Chapter 14; Part 2

Tig knew she was sore, but he couldn't help enjoying the little squeal that left her lungs and the way her body had suddenly flinched against his when he'd thrust his finger inside her, relentless in the way he now moved it, rubbing the upper wall of her cunt until he felt her G-spot swelling back against the pad of his digit. He was never sure what it was, but Joss felt like no other woman around his cock or his finger or under his tongue, she was much lusher and softer, but tight and strong, able to stretch around his above average endowment in a surprising but perfect fit. He'd had his doubts that she'd be a decent fuck the first time he'd laid eyes on her pussy. She was pretty and pink, but small; he could shove his finger deep inside her and still rub her clitoris with the palm of his hand. But the way she was made turned out to be a climactic benefit, for with Tig's cock size and the close proximity of her clit to her tight hole it took very little effort on his part to make Joss cum when he fucked her. That had not been something he bothered with when he fucked a woman though, pleasing her? Making her cum? Yeah, that's not what he was there for. But he loved it when Joss came, her body shaking uncontrollably around his, her pussy milking his big cock until it exploded into her, holding him tight inside her like she wanted him, like she loved him…which was the only time it didn't offend him to think that she did.

He could string her along on this flow of anguished bliss forever, and he knew it; Joss was writhing and crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure, her arms trying to pull him closer and push him away as her legs shook around him, her body so confused by what he did to her. But for Tig there was no confusion, but also no pre-planned method of doing this. His cock pounded, trapped between denim and his groin, the head of it nearly stuck out of the waistband of his jeans, its demands pumping through his body and commanding that he make Joss his willing, or unwilling, slave. He could feel the tension rising in her entire pelvis, but with her sitting up the way she was, he could see nothing of what he was doing to her. He leaned against her, the hand that wasn't moving within her churning her wetter and wetter, crept up her back, taking a fistful of her hair and pulling sharply. He heard Joss gasp again and felt her body give another wonderful, startled jump against him, her neck bending back before the rest of her ravished body arched away from him into their bed. Her legs spread wide around him now, her perfume heavier, the only air he breathed, the finger within her was still, but keeping an even pressure against her G-spot that made Joss squirm. He could taste a hint of her on each breath, his cock demanding the satisfaction of being buried deeply inside of her, but Tig was gazing at the perfect flower between her thighs, creamy, white skin and neatly trimmed and shaved dark curls framing lavish, succulent, pink petals, in full bloom before him. How could he not devour her?

She was reaching for him again, his name on her lips in small, barely able to breathe, huffs, her need clearer than even the way Tig swallowed in anticipation of the taste of her as he bent his head downwards over her slit. He could see her full breasts rise and fall with the uneven, desperate pace of her breathing, but it was her inner thigh that won the first touch of his tongue, the tip of it pushing fiercely into her skin, so near the place he knew she wanted him, so near the spot his mouth watered for, prolonging the sweet torture for them both. She groaned in anxious frustration, her legs tensing, saying his name as though it were a prayer for salvation, her hips moving as if he was fucking her then and there. Tig's cock raged at that recognition of her movements and pushed a few drops of slippery clear fluid from the dilated slit in its head, Tig grit his teeth and growled again, raising his head for a moment with tightly closed eyes, willing himself not to cum here and now. His own control was jeopardized by how much Joss wanted him, and without anymore teasing, he buried his lips and tongue within the rich, glistening crinolines of her pussy, immediately sucking hard at whatever his mouth found. Joss nearly screamed, sitting half way up off of the bed, laying quickly back again and shoving her wet pussy more onto his mouth, drenching his mustache and bearded chin, but being lost in the taste of her was something Tig would never get enough of.

There was a hint of the soap she'd washed with, but Joss's taste was unforgettable, a dusky combination of melon and ocean waters that Tig swore he sometimes awoke with in his mouth despite having not seen her in months. His tongue swept through her folds as his finger kept contact with the swollen, spongy mass of her G-spot, Joss becoming unable to lie still, but Tig didn't stop. He drew back his assault only a bit, reining in his tongue to instead lightly and slowly kiss his way to the top of her slit, where her erect clitoris dared his direct contact. He'd been blessed with the ability to roll his tongue, and roll it he did, fitting the groove it made over her clit, Joss bucking as soon as he'd done so, but shaking the bed with how rambunctious she became when he began to move his tongue up and down, fucking her stiff little organ with his genetic gift. Joss cried out more and more, louder and louder, her body spastic as she tried to free herself of such an intense sensation, her hips raising off the bed and twisting away from him as she ground out a plea for mercy, but Tig's tattooed forearm quickly slammed down across her stomach, pinning her down where he wanted her, eating her alive, and giving her no quarter.

Christ, what her taste did to him! Each slippery bit of her on his tongue filled so much more than only his mouth, seeming to lodge in his chest and explode there, reaching all parts of his body, making his soft cock hard, or his hard cock no longer able to repress. Joss's slit was drawing up tightly beneath his mouth and tongue, she was breathing harder than ever, lying still beneath the strength of his arm, trapped within the first throes of orgasm, but Tig's need could no longer be denied. He pulled away from her painfully aroused clitoris sharply, abandoning her pussy in order to quickly unbuckle his belt and free his angry cock from his jeans. He needed to fuck her, there was no more delaying it.

But Joss was frantic, doing anything to renew the contact they'd shared, reaching out and somehow managing to pull him down above her, Tig unable to fight the urge to kiss her and share with her the taste of her own elixirs. His mouth moved over hers, her lips mimicking his, parting when his did, touching her tongue to his, letting him suck at hers, feeling him slowly pull away from their kiss, but she patiently waited for him to return to her mouth again, this time with more voraciousness that she willingly accepted, having learned well how to respond to what he did to her, but do nothing until he told her to.

His mouth twisted over hers, sucking and biting her lips for some amount of incredible seconds as he positioned himself between her legs, his jeans still on, but he rubbed his hard cock against her pussy, feeling Joss shudder once again, which only made Tig kiss her harder and deeper, until suddenly he realized he was wrapped in her arms, tightly. He broke from their kiss in an instant, sitting up and yanking off his belt quickly, the leather cracking in the air like a whip. "Don't!" He reminded her, but she should have known by now that he wouldn't be held, wouldn't be something that sought out the intimacy of being touched like that, but the reasons for why didn't feel the same as they once did. He grabbed her hands before Joss could react, she just sucked in a rapid breath as he forced her wrists together then pushed them down onto the mattress over her head, binding them with his belt, Joss doing nothing to stop him, she knew better, only flinching one more time as he gave the leather a tight yank. She looked up at him, not scared, but sorry, arching her back off of the bed in some sort of way of offering her body to him for him to enact her punishment upon. Seeing that kind of submissiveness come alive in her sent another surge of crazed desire through him, he tore his jeans completely off, big cock screaming for her pussy as he pushed her legs wider apart, the throbbing head against her slick, convulsing entrance, but that part of him that for some reason always noticed the most annoying of emotional things when his body was at the peak of starving for gratification now noticed the sadness in Joss's eyes that she'd tried so hard to hide. There was no removing the hunger that ruled his brain and body, but that same damn part of him was able to look down at her and shake his head, "I'm sorry, baby. But I just can't," He gasped, then tugged the end of the belt securing her hands even tighter, and slammed every last inch of his cock inside her as far as it would go.

Chapter 14; Part 3

Joss wasn't sure how long she'd slept, or just how soon after Tig rolled off of her that she'd fallen asleep, but she was awake now, and wasn't sure what to do. Tig had been unyielding tonight, which was how he usually was. He'd refused to be in her arms, which was also normal, but he'd kissed and licked and bit her so much, taking his time in a way that had been unexpected. And now he was fast asleep beside her, not spooning her by any stretch of imagination, but he was there, sleeping next to her. They had of course been "practicing" sleeping together in Jax's old bed, but Joss was certain his presence tonight was more due to exhausted accident than it was suddenly comfortable for Tig. Yeah, she better just find another place to be, just incase.

She tried to sit up, but something wouldn't let her, her arm caught under something…it was Tig's arm, his hand holding hers, their fingers married together. It took Joss's breath away, but before she could truly marvel at it, Tig stirred, face down in his pillow. "Stay!" he said suddenly, startling her then turned his face towards her. "Please."