BEFORE...
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Life before Juan Carlos Ortiz was, in a word - boring.
It was a tedious job, mixed with a vanilla boyfriend, spread between two slices of predictable schedule.
Mind. Numbing. Boredom.
Some days you wondered how things got this way for you and then you came out to the parking lot as six motorcycles pulled in. Them putting down kickstands and taking off their helmets was like something out of a music video, you'd swear it was in slow motion as each head appeared. A blonde, dark messy curls, a bald scalp, straight silver-streaked dark hair, a man bun and a mohawk. Only one smiled and for the love of all things beautiful, it was a killer smile.
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AFTER...
Five months later you were kneeling in your bed, licking your lips before grinning at him. You giggle as you watch his hips bucking up into the air to find your mouth again.
"Aaaaaaaw, fuck you." Juice chuckled darkly, even in his frustration. "Fuuuuck youuuu!" he groaned.
Taking his aching dick, thrice denied release so far, in your hand - you swirl your tongue over the tip a few times before letting go again.
"Goddamit, babe." He looked down at his own dick throbbing and bobbing in the air, before glaring at you. "Do it. Do it! C'mon!"
"Or else what?" you smirked.
His eyes went dark and he raised up as far as his restraints would allow vowing, "I'm gonna get you back. You know I am."
You bite your lip because the threat is actually something to fear. The last time you pulled a stupid prank on him you eventually apologized but that wasn't enough. He had insisted you pay penance and after a silly negotiation, you agreed to a five-minute punishment. You were confused when he told you to take off your shirt, then a little excited when he jerked his chin towards you to indicate he wanted your shorts off, too. Laid out face down on the couch - knees bent with your feet up resting on the armrest, you were back to confusion - wondering what kind of 'punishment' this could be.
On his knees beside the couch, he kissed down your back. His fingers tracing patterns up and down your legs sent tremors up your spine. By the time, he nibbled down the back of your thigh with his hands rubbing and squeezing your butt, you were absolutely boneless. You had insisted on a timer so he couldn't cheat, but now you hoped he'd ignore it when it went off and keep on loving you like this. At three minutes, his lips and tongue and teeth - his hands and fingertips had you trembling all over, turning your heat to a flame without ever touching the places that were screaming the loudest for attention.
Best. Punishment. Ever.
At two minutes left he stood up, making you whine your displeasure at losing the provocative caresses he had been giving, to sit on your ankles and tickle your feet. Holy shit! Your helpless feet on the curve of the couch's armrest were trapped under his full weight being subjected to his real focus of your atonement. You screamed out in shocked laughter, bucking and wiggling. For the remaining two minutes of your time, the same fingers that gently held your chin for kisses, the ones that linked in yours so sweetly as you walked the streets of Charming - savagely wriggled and drug themselves all over your feet. You spent the longest two minutes of your life cackling wildly, begging and screaming that you were sorry until the timer rang out. And maybe you would have been angry about his trickery but he had also immediately rid you of your panties and fucked you senseless. His skillful thrusts dragging screams of an entirely different kind out of you.
This was your life with Juice. Wild and unexpected - filled with little gifts for no reason. Ice packs and stitches. 1/2 day motorcycle rides with a blanket and a packed lunch. Surprise visits to your job. Getting high in the bathtub while telling made-up stories. Missing him during runs. Late nights exploring each other and fast fucks behind the clubhouse when the ride home seemed too long to wait. Early morning snuggles and marathon kissing sessions…and posting bail.
He was laughter for your soul and a vault for your secrets. With him, you were stronger and bolder…and happy. You'd rather die than go back to your old life.
It's love, not lust, that makes it so you can't resist the ache in his eyes. Still, you tease just a little bit more, "You are talking a lot of shit for a guy who can't even touch me."
"C'mon, girl," he coaxed, using his most valuable asset against you - that smile. His voice a low, rumbling whisper. "Let me feel you."
Crawling up to sit on his perfectly silky, thick dick you knew he'd use that sexy brain of his to come up with something diabolical to do to you. And if payback was coming…you couldn't wait.
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A/N/ - Welp, I love him...It's too late for me y'all, save yourselves! :D Thank you for reading. I seriously appreciate you. See you next story! ;) kjx
