I do not own any characters from Sons of Anarchy. I own Sara and any other original characters. Things get lemony; don't read if that's your thing.
November 2007
It was 10:37pm when her phone chimed and lit up with a message. She immediately grabbed her phone and opened the message. U wait for me? She smiled a little and typed her response. Sry. I'm very impatient. I couldn't wait.Ping! Come over. Speaking of impatient. Isn't it past my bedtime?Ping! Come over. Now. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Fine then. No flirting.
Fortunately, she had already picked out an outfit and finished her hair and make-up—because, you know, just in case.
She quickly pulled on her clothes: a pair of ripped denim shorts and a loose Harley Davidson shirt tied off around her waist. She pulled on a pair of black strappy sandals. After taking a glance at her reflection and fluffing her long wavy hair she grabbed her keys and purse and snuck quietly through the house.
Clay was out with the club but she knew Gemma was likely still up reading in their room. She wondered if this was that whole 'sneaking out' thing she had missed out on as a teenager. She never really had a reason to sneak out. She was allowed to go to the clubhouse parties and she never snuck out to see a boy because, well, pretty much all the guys her age were too afraid of her family to even ask her out.
The drive to Happy's apartment only took about fifteen minutes. As she parked in a space in front of his building she took a few shaky breaths and tried to steel her nerves.
This was crazy.
Literally days ago they were at each other's throats. She felt like she was in whirlwind but she steeled her nerves and reminded herself that this was what she wanted. She wanted to fuck him. That way, she could go back to her normal life feeling at least minutely liberated. Her brother hadn't been too far off in his accusations that she was just in Charming to go shopping and fuck club members; he had just been wrong in assuming it was Prospects. As if she would ever do that.
She had two missed calls from her brother today. She had heard her phone ring both times but just didn't feel like talking to him today. She didn't feel like listening to him spit the same shit he always did about how it was for her own good and that she needed to be more respectful and that he felt just as bad having to do it. She knew she would take some more heat for ignoring his calls but it felt so good in the moment to be in control of something that it was worth it in her eyes. She pushed thoughts of her brother away as she took a deep breath.
Under her skin she could feel her body awakening, tingling in anticipation. The thumping of her heart against her ribs echoed in her ears as she forced herself from the vehicle and up the stairs to the door marked with Happy's unit number. She knocked softly and let out the breath she was holding. No turning back now. She heard shuffling behind the door and heard a lock flip before it opened.
He leaned on the door frame and took in her appearance as she did the same. He didn't have a shirt on and his jeans were slung low hanging off his hips, revealing his full torso of ink. His tattoos artfully stood out against his bare, tan flesh. A shiver ran down her back as his muscles flexed with his movements. She let her gaze settle on the sliver of underwear peeking out above his jeans and felt her mouth grow dry at the glimpse of his vee-cut muscles. Finally he moved out of the doorway to let her in.
She looked around his apartment. It was small but she couldn't imagine he needed too much space, and she recalled he was technically a Tacoma member so it was probably a cheap month-by-month lease. She was, however, struck by how tidy and clean it was.
"Take your shoes off. Beer?" He asked gruffly before moving past her into the small kitchenette. She toed her sandals off obediently and left them by the door where his own boots were resting before following him into the kitchen and accepting the open bottle he held out for her. She didn't particularly like beer, but she drank it anyway in hopes it would loosen her up.
"How was the night?" She asked simply to make conversation. He shrugged in response and tossed the bottle caps into the trash. She nodded in acceptance and took a long swig of her beer. The silence that frequently surrounded him settled between them as they just watched each other and drank. It was as if they both needed the courage; a moment to gather themselves and figure out how to move forward without making it weird.
Since her own sexual awakening, she had always being confident in her skin. She was a sexual creature by nature but she hadn't really exercised that side of herself with Ryan who, despite his outlaw status, had been surprisingly traditional in the bedroom. Usually, it was during her string of vindictive one-night-stands that she really let herself get wild.
That's what she was hoping for tonight. She wanted her body to scream in ecstasy as it was pushed to its limits. She wanted her body to ache painfully from exertion tomorrow. Most of all, she wanted to capitalize on the opportunity before her and go as many rounds with this man as she could.
He finished his beer quickly and tossed the bottle in the trash before taking hers from her grasp and setting it down behind her. This domineering act made her panties dampen and her thighs clench together. Game time.
His body caged hers against the counter and his hands ran up her arms to her neck. Although he pulled her in forcefully, the kiss itself was softer than she expected. His lips were smooth and warm, and hers parted to allow him passage. His scruff scratched at her face but she grabbed his hips and pulled him closer unable to control the heat spreading in her body. She needed him, oh god, she needed him.
She needed him to light the match and let the fire ravage every inch of her body.
She ignored the sharp edge of the counter cutting into her back as her fingertips skimmed over his bare sides. Suddenly, he recoiled slightly with a small out-of-character laugh that he obviously tried cover up with a cough. She looked at him blankly, stunned for a moment, before laughing.
"No fucking way. Are you-Are you ticklish?" She asked through her laughter. He swatted her hands away as she reached for him again.
"Don't even try it, bitch." He shot back. "I'm not usually ticklish." He defended as he bent down and threw her laughing body over his shoulder like she weighed nothing and carried her through the apartment towards the back. God he was so fucking strong.
"You know I could tickle you right now." She pointed out taking in the upside down view of his bare back. His muscles flexed with every step and she squeezed her legs together in a feeble attempt to get some friction. She felt a firm hand slap her ass roughly and she laughed loudly in response as the reverberations tingled between her legs.
"And I'll drop you on your fucking face if you do." He responded gruffly before tossing her on his bed in the dark room. She bounced once before the mattress dipped as he climbed over her. He knelt back on his heels and looked down at her expectantly, the dim hall light providing barely enough to see.
"What?" She asked after a moment.
"Well you offered to put on a show earlier, so I was just seein' if you were gonna take things into your own hands." He teased as his hand ran up her inner thigh brushing her apex before settling on her hip.
"Not if you are offering to do it for me." She responded flatly and tried to pull him down over her. He pushed her arms away roughly and pinned them by her head in either hand eliciting an excited giggle from her. He pressed a bruising kiss onto her lips to which she responded eagerly.
That was what she had been expecting. She felt the embers in her core heat to a white hot, ready to catch flame.
Her hips shifted under him, pressing up and trying to get his into the cradle of her own. His tight grip on her wrists released as his hips ground into her eliciting a soft mew from the back of her throat that he swallowed as he devoured her mouth. She wiggled for friction and felt his growing erection press firmly against her core. She knew her panties were drenched; she could feel the uniquely erotic sensation of the cotton fabric sticking to her most sensitive region. Every grind of their bodies stoked the burning coals. She desperately ground against him in a vain attempt to garner more of that delicious stimulation as she felt herself throbbing in anticipation.
She pushed against his chest gently and wrapped a leg around him, trying to flip them. He pulled back and paused, looking down at her for a moment before acquiescing and shifting onto his back.
She could tell he hadn't expected her to take control but she pulled herself over him in a straddle anyway and his hands immediately found her hips. She knew he wasn't dominant enough to turn down a little girl-on-top action. She rolled her hips against him rhythmically, gently riding him through their clothes as she leaned down and licked the expanse of his bare collarbone and hollow of his throat. She felt his grip on her hips tightened as she smiled to herself.
Moving her lips to his ear she whispered, "You like when I'm on top?" His only response was a hand that pulled back and slapped into her ass forcefully before firmly gripping the flesh.
He hadn't expected her to be this forward. She gave off a sweet, sheltered vibe. That was part of her appeal to him, her innocent sexuality. He was realizing now that she was that much hotter for looking so innocent but clearly having more aggressive sexual predilections. She pulled her shirt off and chucked it carelessly. She was beyond any self consciousness—not that she had a lot to begin with—she just wanted to feel the heat of his flesh against hers.
Even in the dim light she could see his dark eyes fall to her chest. She had selected her bra with purpose. The lace cups pushed her tits together creating deliciously round cleavage.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist as he sat up, propping his weight with the other arm. He moved his hand from her waist to her left breast, his mouth moving to claim the right. He nudged the cup down with his chin and nipped at the hardening peak. She moaned and involuntarily rocked her hips on his cock, desperate to have him inside. She reveled, almost vibrating in anticipation, as her head fell back and her arms wrapped around his head, clutching him closer to her breast. He reached around, unclasped her bra, and pulled it down her arms before tossing it on the floor. The cold air puckered her nipples further and his warm breath shot straight to the pressure forming in her belly.
Happy's eyes lit up as her newly released tits bounced down to their natural position, pleased that they hung perfectly. Her fresh youth wasn't lost on him as he continued to lave her breasts with attention. They swelled into his grasp with each heaving breath and there was softness about them that exuded pure femininity. She was so delicate. So fucking sexy.
He briefly mused that he been correct in guessing that she had about a handful a tit, and actually, maybe a little more than he expected. Either way, he didn't really give a fuck right now.
He flipped her onto her back and rested himself on his elbow next to her. Immediately his mouth latched onto the closest nipple and his fingers tugged at the other eliciting a throaty moan from the young woman.
His hand released her rosy bud to slide down her flat stomach across the top of her shorts leaving a fiery trail that made the muscles of her belly twitch. His hot wet mouth continued to work her breast as her ribs flexed in pleasured breath and his fingers slipped into her panties. She was smooth beneath his hand.
Good. That's how he liked it.
He could feel the soaked wetness of her panties on the back of his hand as his fingers searched blindly. Everything was so perfectly slick.
He slipped a finger into her cleft and rubbed her slit a few times, soaking his finger before slipping it inside her roughly. Her back shot off the bed and he smirked, pumping his ring and middle fingers into her rapidly before sitting up and pulling her shorts and panties off. She was looking down at him in anticipation as he settled himself between her legs. She could see the faded ink on his scalp as he kissed the inside of her thigh. Yes, keep going.
He slid his hands under her to cup her ass as he lowered his mouth, tongue darting out to taste her quickly. His thumbs spread her wide and heard her suck in a shaky breath. He smirked before lapping at her slit. She thought she was going to explode when his mouth sucked her clit harshly and he pressed a thick thumb into her.
"Fuck!" he heard her hiss throwing her head back and arching. He used one arm to pin her hips down as he shifted his hand to scissor two fingers into her before curling them as he sucked and flicked his tongue across her firm little bud.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck." She mumbled incoherently as she feverously ran her hands over her breasts tugging on her nipples and squeezing her tits firmly. Damn, she was responsive. He watched a hot flush cover her skin and felt himself grow even harder as his fingers pumped into her rapidly. He felt her blindly reach down before pulling on his arm to pull him up. He growled a little and batted her hand away but she shook her head.
"I don't want that. I want you." She mumbled voicing her only coherent thought and even in the dark he could see her skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Happy quickly unbuttoned his pants and kicked them off with his boxerbriefs. He stroked himself a few times from his position on his knees as he looked down at her stretched open, bared submissively before him and every part of his masculine instinct screamed at him to claim her. He wanted to consume her and fuck her and mark her as his own in every way a man could. Her needy voice cut through his primal thoughts.
"Please, Happy." He reached over her into the nightstand and pulled out a fresh foil packet and rolled the condom on. She reached between them and wrapped her hand around him and sighed dramatically.
"Of course you're huge." She said with faux irritation and an eye roll. He shot her a smug look as he spread her thighs wider settling his hips between them and slapping his erection against her dripping pussy a few times. She impatiently reached between them and tugged him towards her opening, far past the desire for teasing foreplay.
Happy didn't need much coercion to press into her and, although she was tight, was met with little resistance in her slick hole. Her spine arched beneath him as he pushed all the way. She moaned quietly in satisfaction as he filled her completely and he hid his smug smirk in her neck. "Fuck, you're tight." He whispered, shifting with a restless energy that reminded her of racehorses waiting in their stalls for the gun. This was going to be fun.
"Ready?" He asked after a moment. She nodded and slapped his hip playfully.
"Give me your best." She challenged and he pushed himself off his elbows and raised an amused eyebrow.
Happy sat back on his heels and hooked his elbows under her knees hoisting her hips to meet his. He began pumping into her and she immediately cried out at the angle before clapping a hand over her own mouth in a half attempt to muffle the sound of her cries. Encouraged by her sounds, he pulled her hand off her mouth, muttered an "I want to hear you", and picked up the pace as he felt her pussy slicken further with desire.
From his angle he could see the whole length of her body as it absorbed the force of his thrusts. Her tits bounced with every slap of their skin. He groaned loudly as she actively pushed back to meet his thrusts, tightening around him each time.
"Oh god, yes! Oh fuck… keep going!" The words tumbled from her lips loudly and carelessly, punctuated only by her delirious cries of pleasure.
Before long a wet layer of sweat was coating the surface of her skin and he could feel his own dripping down his spine. She reached up between them and hooked a hand behind his neck in an attempt to pull him down over her. He growled and released her legs, pinning her arms above her head, heaving chests pressed together, and slowing his thrusts as he grunted into the amplified friction. The force increased as he drove himself deep grunting with the effort of each plunge; he was sure she would be aching tomorrow but the sounds she was making only encouraged him. Her legs tightened around his hips trying to pull him deeper.
"You fucking like that, don't you? You like when I fuck you hard." He grunted as he slammed into her, arms still held above her head stretching her thin body beneath him. She nodded and he pushed into her hard making her groan loudly and bite her lip. Her fingers laced with his and her nails sharply dug into his skin as she arched and rolled her hips to meet his thrust. He growled seductively and thrust sharply into her, making her yelp and jerk as he hit her cervix.
"Answer me, bitch."
"Oh God. Yes!" She cried out and he smirked releasing her hands and pulling out. She looked up at him in confusion but he just scooped her up and flipped her onto her stomach before she could react. He smacked her ass forcefully watching with relish as the ripple spread across her tight skin and her ass pushed up wantonly, her pussy and thighs glistening. He got up onto his knees and pulled her hips up. She tried to push up onto her hands but he roughly pushed her top half back down into the mattress gripping the back of her neck tightly. She cried out a little and he loosened his grip minutely before using his free hand find her slick opening. He pressed his fingers in a few times before guiding himself into her from behind. He gripped her hip and pulled her back to impale her on his cock. He released her neck and instead gripped her shoulder at the base of her neck to use as leverage in pulling her back against him.
Glancing down he saw the stark black ink of the reaper staring up at him from beneath her shoulder blade mockingly. He forced himself to look away and focus elsewhere, grunting as he watched her supple ass quake with the slap of each thrust. Her young body was so tight and strong as it pushed back against him, her hungry little pussy eager for more. She moaned loudly feeling his balls smack her clit over and over and over, and it made her bury her face in the blankets.
He couldn't stop himself from slapping his hand against her ass again and smirked to himself as the loud smack resonated followed by a deep needy mew from the woman below him. He slowed his hips, grinding his cock deep within her.
"You fucking love it, don't you?"
"Yes." He heard her moan quietly below him as he pulled out slowly and she wiggled her hips trying to push back.
"Speak up." He ordered slapped her ass again and she moaned her affirmative louder.
"You want more?" He asked slowly pushing his tip into her.
"Yes! Please don't stop!" he pulled her back hard against his hips and she yelped loudly but pushed back, grinding against him, pussy clenching around his cock. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and gently pulled her upright until he could wrap an arm around her waist and she was in his lap her back flush to his strong chest, her legs splayed wide over his thighs. He loved how pliable she was; how freely she allowed him to manipulate her body.
The new position forced her to arch her back sharply and he looked down over her shoulder at her tits pressed out on display. Now this was a view. One hand played with one of her full breasts and the other plunged between her legs. She rested her head back on his shoulder as he thrusted up into her. This angle wasn't as deep but Sara almost wanted to cry when his tip kept pressing against the perfect spot inside.
"Don't stop." She moaned through gritted teeth with quiet focused desperation. His teeth found her shoulder and closed down on the flesh gently.
Sara thought she might die from the tightly coiled pressure inside of her. She was so close. She could feel her wetness coating her thighs, surely dripping down onto his heavy balls and mixing with their slick sweat.
"Please Happy." The breathy, desperate sound of his name on her lips made him push hard into her. "Make me cum, Hap. I'm so close." She begged as she tried to bounce on his dick with forceful purpose but the position limited her ability to move. He grunted loudly in response which only pushed her closer to the edge.
She knew her hair was clinging to her damp neck and shoulders but he didn't seem to mind having it stick against his own neck and chest. His fingers found her clit and her coil snapped suddenly.
She knew she probably made some horribly animalistic sound but she didn't care as the white hot explosion left her seeing stars behind her eyelids. Her body collapsed back on his and he laid her down gently, flipping her to her back. He lowered himself over her resting his weight on his elbows and slid into her gushing creamy entrance. He groaned at the slickness and the pulsating tightness as he buried his face in her neck. He could smell the musky residue of her orgasm mixed with their salty sweat and felt his dick harden impossibly more.
He vaguely felt her wipe his forehead of sweat— an intimate act which left him feeling edgy— and he pushed further into her. She arched beneath him, still oversensitive and mewing. With renewed energy he began pumping his hips. She managed to push back against him as he grabbed one of her legs and looped her knee over his shoulder. Fuck, she was flexible too?
The deeper angle urged him onward as she began moaning loudly again. Not that shrieking fake pornslut shit that the croweaters thought sounded sexy but deep throaty moans that shot straight to his balls.
"Fuck." He grunted as he continued to pump feverously. "You gonna give me two?" He murmured arrogantly feeling her walls flutter around him. He groaned as he felt the bite of her nails on his back. He pushed into her particularly hard after that and she raked her nails across his back again.
"Fucking Christ!" He moaned into her neck.
"Come on, baby." She moaned into his ear as the vulgar sound of their wet bodies rapidly slapping together filled the silence. "Cum for me." She continued to moan, and slapped his ass.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck." He mumbled chasing his own orgasm. After a few frantic thrusts he groaned loudly and pushed himself deeply into her before collapsing. After a moment, he rolled off of her and lay on his back breathing deeply. He stared at the ceiling as he regained feeling in his legs and his breathing leveled out. She propped herself up on an elbow and looked down at him, looking satisfied.
"Well?" he asked in between breaths.
"Well what?"
"I gave you my best." Sara smirked to herself. Happy—the stoic, silently confident killer—was fishing for compliments.
"I hardly think one orgasm is your best. Besides, I didn't even get to ride you." She answered playfully. He barked out a loud laugh at her cheeky response. He slipped an arm under her and pulled her onto his chest, one of her legs resting between his and his hand resting on the soft swell of her ass. His fingers absently caressed the skin.
"First of all, it was almost two. Secondly, you get a girl to cum the first time you fuck her and then we will talk." He argued tiredly.
"Maybe I have." She answered coyly and she felt his dick jump against her hip at the implication. Finally he dragged himself to the bathroom to clean up and throw the condom out. She went in after him and did her business. When she opened the door he was standing on the other side and her eyes raked his strong nude physique.
"Shower?" He asked gruffly—surprising himself with the invitation— and she nodded, equally surprised, and moved to let him past feeling her lust grow again as she watched his muscles flex with his movements. It was going to be a long night.
Author Note: So there you go. Hope you enjoyed. Thoughts? Feelings? Feedback? Thanks for everything!