Am I just a distraction until he finds something better to do? Is he fascinated at the novelty of being a family, or does he really want to be a family? I want to ask him, but that might be a bad idea.
When he finally releases his nut down my throat, I swallow it all. I keep him in my mouth until he regains his composure. When he does, he wastes no time lifting me and putting me on his chest. My legs go over his shoulders, and my pussy meets his face.
“Hold on to the doorframe up there and don’t let go,” he instructs, looking at the top of the balcony door.
“What in the calisthenics-pussy-eating position is this, Chaos?”
“Girl, just shut up, hold that doorframe, and watch me work.” He shoves my panties aside with one finger while he’s holding my thigh with his other hand. He slides the finger deep into my pussy and works it back and forth.
“Ooh, shit, Chaos!” I scream right off the bat.
Everything this man does to me feels so good. I know that he’s my first and only, but with as good as he works me over, why the hell do I need another dick if this one ain’t broken?
He slowly slides his finger deeper inside of me before adding a second and a third. When he pulls them back, he holds his fingers to my lips. “Suck my fingers clean, Charisma. Don’t leave a drop of pussy juice on them. I want these muthafuckas cleaner than an operating room.”
I do exactly as he asks, savoring my own juices.
“Mm,” I moan, growing wetter at my own sounds and action than I should.
“That’s it, girl. That’s all I needed.” He repositions his hands to grab both thighs, and he lifts me slightly, just enough so that my pussy is right at his lips, and that nigga goes to work.
Chaos has neck control like a damn giraffe. He’s feeding on me like I’m nectar from a honeysuckle tree.
“Ohh, suck me, Chaos. Suck me, baby. That’s my plate cleaner!” I shriek before I break down sobbing as he eats my pussy like he’s not leaving anything behind for the next meal.
When I cum, my body jerks wildly, but I don’t let go of the doorframe up top. My legs tighten around his neck, and he pushes me back a little more. Eventually, my legs relax, but I’m still holding onto the doorframe, and he’s still holding my thighs.
After he cleans me up, he whispers, “You can let go, baby.”
He slowly lowers me to the floor. “Damn, Chaos. My back hurts.”
“I got you, baby.” He lifts me into his arms and carries me upstairs to the shower.
I sit on the toilet as he adjusts the water and grabs our shower supplies. When we step inside, he immediately washes my body.
“What is life like in the MC?”
“It used to be a lot of partying, smoking, drinking, some folks did drugs and got their asses put on probation. Priest is cool with weed, but nothing more. A lot of fucking, all the time, and then there were the bike runs; that’s what I lived for. Being on the road with my brothers was everything to me, man.”
“What about trips? Did you all ever do any of those for fun?”
“We did. Had the old ladies and sweetbutts with us, and that was a lot of fun, too, but not as much as going with just my brothers. Or maybe because I wasn’t involved with any of them like that.”
“Is it still that way?”
“I mean, I guess.” He softly rubs the cloth over my lower lips.
“Mm. Feels so good.” I moan as he massages me down there and kisses me gently before he pulls back.
“It used to be that way. To be honest, I’ve been gone for a while, so I’m not sure how things will be moving forward. I’ll admit that it doesn’t seem like a lot has changed in the last five years. There have been some new members patched in, some gone to jail, and a few who have died, but not much else has changed.”
I shudder at the thought of losing him to jail or death. He notices it because he’s always been observant. He lifts my chin and kisses my lips. “Don’t be afraid. You ain’t got shit to worry about. I’ve got things under control.”
I wonder what that means, but I don’t ask. Chaos is very different than the young, wild boy who left here five years ago, but he seems just as deadly now as he did back then. Whatever the change has been, whether absence from his family, the MC, and me, or just maturity, I like it, a lot.
“Okay.”
“Hey, you trust me?” he asks, tilting my chin up again as he runs my washcloth under the shower water and then rinses me with the showerhead.
