Sonny
Iwas feeling so many things as I kissed Leigh that I would never admit out loud. Hell, I had trouble admitting them to myself.
One, she pierced my fucking soul like no one ever had. I didn’t even know someone could reach in so deep, to touch me on how I felt about my father, like she could. I would have expected such an encounter and a conversation to feel so awkward, so brutal, so tough, but it felt shockingly natural.
Two, the longer the conversation went on, the stronger my feelings for her became and the less my stress was. I’d brought her in only for release, something to take my mind off the bullshit of the club and the impending countdown in forty-eight hours, but over the course of her talking, I became much more focused on her presence, her words, her smile. I never would have guessed, even fifteen minutes ago, that shit was possible.
Three…well, I wasn’t willing to even admit three to myself. It described the intensity of my feelings for Leigh. But it was much too early to say that, much too early to confess that to myself, let alone her. I needed more space, more time for me to say what that word was—I had to verify it first, in other words.
But for now, I wanted to get swept up in the moment. I wanted to fuck her, but with feeling behind it—to show I felt about her in ways beyond just putting my dick into her pussy. There was more to it with Leigh.
I guess you could say it was how my father felt about Hailey and how Spawn felt about Melissa.
I pulled her in for a kiss that started slow. I wanted to feel her wet lips, taste the lipstick she applied, feel her hands running up and down my body. I was in no rush, for I knew what was going to happen, but the fun was in not knowing how it was going to happen—trying something new in the form of slow sex was going to be fun.
“Oh, fuck, Sonny,” she said as I moved my mouth over to her neck, suckling and gently nibbling.
It became too much for her and she pulled away, but that just brought us back to our center, to our spot where we could kiss and feel each other in much more than the physical sense of the word. This was so unlike anything I’d ever done, and it was making me realize something.
I’d been judging my father and Spawn for finding love in the most chaotic time of our club’s history, certainly at least one of the most chaotic times. I’d felt that it was inopportune, at a minimum, to put something so heavy on your plate that could be so distracting. It was a perfectly rational thought.
But what if it wasn’t the core thought?
What if I’d actually been something…not afraid, I wouldn’t ever fucking say I was afraid of anything, but what if I had my own issues with getting close to someone?
I was sure there was something with my mother’s death in there. But I let the thought go—Leigh’s hand squeezing my ass and working its way around to my groin had a way of pulling me back to the present moment.
I moved my hands under her shirt and lifted it up, leaving her with just her bra on. Before I could come back in for another kiss, she ran her hands under my shirt and lifted it off me as well. Our torsos came together as we kissed with slightly more vigor and passion than the last go around.
This was a delicate dance between showing my affection for her but also eventually being on the verge of just exploding. Every step we took was more dangerous than the last in terms of staying in control; it wasn’t a clear step-by-step approach. I wanted to play this moment out as long as I could, but at some point, good old fucking desire for pussy would win out.
For now, I gave in by kissing on her neck and hearing her gentle moans and cries of my name. At one point, I removed her bra and worked my way down to her breasts, placing my mouth over them and licking her nipples. She tossed her head back, groaning with the kind of pleasure that sent her eyes rolling backward.
It wasn’t a feeling I got very often, but I was deriving as much pleasure from seeing her get off as I would have from getting myself off. Usually, the goal was clear—orgasm using the woman’s body, and if she happened to get any pleasure, all the better for it.
But this was one of those rare moments. Which either spoke to how much Leigh meant to me or how insanely caught up in the moment I was.Probably a bit of fucking both.
I curled my fingers into her pants but kept them there, a tease of sorts as I continued working on her breasts and stomach. Leigh darted her hands down, trying to get my pants off, but she didn’t quite have the reach. I saw an easy solution to this problem and stood up.
She followed right behind. I grabbed her pants from behind and yanked them down, and she did the same to me. We kissed some more as we continued to make out, our hands groping for each other’s junk and trying to finger or stroke. It was so fucking hot just having her naked body before me to play with, and having her return the favor—my mind was starting to drift from “this is nice” to “I need to fucking take her all now.”
I spun her around, pressed my cock up against her ass, squeezed her tits, and kissed her neck. Her moans got louder and louder, and I was slowly losing myself in the moment. My mind stopped thinking; later on, I’d reflect on what this “meant.” But now, the animal in me had awoken, and he was hungry to take Leigh and devour her.
“Oh, Sonny,” she said, “take me har—”
I didn’t even let her finish her words; my hand slid down to her clit and started rubbing. Playtime was over. Gentle time was over. It was time to get down to business.
I could feel her legs shake, her body tremble, her ass and torso squeeze as I drove so much ecstasy out of her. She could barely stay upright with how aggressively I was going at her, and I only made it more intense for her when those fingers that were rubbing slid down inside of her and started fingering her. I had to steady myself because of how hard she was backing into me.
And then I knew when she came both by how hard her pussy pulsed around me and how hard she drove her ass into me. She literally couldn’t control her body.
I just focused on my hands, trying to drive her to higher and higher heights than ever before. Finally, she collapsed forward, the orgasm finished, her body blissfully relaxed, and her legs unable to hold her up any longer.
“Oh my fucking God,” she said, resting on all fours beneath me. “Oh my…holy shit.”
I just stood over her, proud and feeling as charged as I ever had. My cock was erect, my chest was puffed out, and I simply waited for her to turn around. She’d get excited enough.
“Wow,” she kept saying. “My legs haven’t shaken like that in…forever.”
