Black Sheep (Rawkfist MC Book 1) (13 page)

Court

K
eeping my hands off Justice proves difficult
especially once Felix leaves with Poppy. I only want her alone where I can
explore her soft skin. My fingers slide over the length of her neck, enjoying
how she shivers. Her gaze finds mine, and I consider gesturing for us to sneak
off to her room.

“I don’t know
what that look means,” Justice says, messing with me.

“It means I
think you’re beautiful.”

Justice grins
and takes my hand. “I need to help out at the party. Afterward, I’ll let you
prove how beautiful you think I am.”

“Let me, huh?”

“I shall allow
you to find solace in my vaginal area.”

Groaning, I
adjust my jeans. “Two days is a long time.”

“Oh, stop,
you’ve been horny before. You’ll live.”

I follow her
outside where Danny Earlham loudly laughs at something Journey said.

“Ooh, here she
is,” says Kayleen once she sees Justice. “I want you to try my casserole.”

“Ooh, yum…”

Justice doesn’t
finish when she spots the green chunks in the casserole.

“It’s a
Brussels sprouts bake,” Journey helpfully explains.

I can’t stop
myself from laughing at Justice’s horrified expression. She looks to me for
help as her aunt shoves a big bite of casserole into her mouth. Journey smiles
at me, but Justice is pissed for our lack of aid in her time of need.

Her expression
shifts while she chews.

“This is
excellent. Did you spike it with crack?”

Kayleen smiles
proudly. “I can give your mama the recipe.”

“No,” Journey
immediately says, now wanting a bite. “Mom is a horrible cook. It’s one of her
few flaws. We’ll take the recipe, though.”

“Court wants a
bite,” Justice says, clearly holding a grudge about how I didn’t knock Kayleen
down to save her.

The Brussels
sprouts casserole thing tastes pretty great especially considering it’s
littered with green chunks.

Once I make
approving moans about the food, Kayleen is a state of euphoria. For the next
hour, I hear her telling guests how much we liked her casserole.

“Aunt Former
Stripper is really appreciative,” Justice tells me as we stand against the
house with her resting her head on my chest. “I like her a lot. Uncle Mullet is
cool too. A little part of me wishes we visited earlier, so I’d have known them
sooner. Don’t tell my mom that.”

“I’m good at
keeping secrets.”

Justice smiles
up at me. “I hope Felix is okay. Should we check on him?”

I’ve been dying
to ask to do just that, but worried Justice would think I didn’t trust Poppy.
Her sister isn’t my concern. I’m more concerned about the three teenage boys
ganging up on Felix.

We find them
playing
Call of Duty
in Poppy’s bright pink room. Felix sits in a
beanbag on the floor next to a scrawny kid with a terrifying cowlick on the
back of his head. Poppy stops watching them shoot people in the face to look at
us.

“What? He isn’t
ready to leave,” she tells Justice while ignoring me.

“We’re just
checking in. Do you want snacks?”

“Yes, ma’am,”
the chunky kid says immediately.

Justice smiles
at her sister who watches her with wary blue eyes. Felix glances back at me,
also looking uneasy. He obviously isn’t ready to leave.

“We’ll be back
with food,” I say and Felix fucking beams at me.

Justice and I
head to the kitchen where we pile food on a few plates.

“He’s having a
ball,” I say like a proud father. “I can’t tell you how it feels to see your
kid happy that way.”

“Is it anything
like how I feel seeing my man happy this way?” she asks, caressing my jaw.
“You’re never sexier than when you show how much you love Felix. I swear I want
to hump you so badly right now.”

“Snacks first
and then your room.”

Justice’s eyes
widen, and then she grabs a tray from under the counter. We carry the plates
and sodas to the room where the kids are still playing. Poppy organizes
everyone’s snacks before making clear how she wants us to leave.

“No adults,”
she says, pushing Justice toward the door. “I’m sure you have bills to pay or
taxes to file.”

Justice wants
to torment her sister, but she restrains the urge. I still see her fighting
against the desire when I tug her across the living room toward her room.

“She needs me,”
Justice moans. “She can’t exist without my helpful, snarky comments.”

“I need you
more,” I say, shutting her door and yanking off my shirt to get her attention.
“Your pussy needs attention the most.”

Justice checks
the lock on the door and then runs to the bed where she squirms out of her
shorts.

“I love when
you say pussy.”

“Does your
pussy get wet when I call its name?” I ask, caressing the slit of her panties
and feeling the wet heat against my fingers. “Does your pussy need me to fuck
it?”

“Don’t fuck me
too good. I don’t want to scream so loudly everyone comes running.”

Shoving down my
pants, I free my cock and fist it immediately. Precum leaks against my fingers
before I slide it across her now bare pussy.

“I can’t
promise once will be enough,” I murmur, stroking her with the head of my cock.
“I don’t know if a million times will be enough.”

Justice
unbuttons her shirt and tugs up her bra to show me her tits. I rub my wet
fingers against her hard nipples and watch her pussy clench in anticipation.

“Look at me,” I
say when her eyes close.

As soon as her
gaze meets mine, I press the head of my cock inside her and thrust until I’m
balls-deep in her body.

“Do that thing
with my clit,” she whimpers.

I lift her hips
and shove a pillow underneath to afford me a better view of my cock thrusting
inside her. Her pink pussy glistens with a mixture of our juices. My index
finger and thumb open her lips wider until I can see her swollen clit begging
for my touch.

Squeezing it
gently, I watch her eyes close and her lips part. Justice grips the sheets as I
play with her clit. My fingers gently caress the tender flesh at first before
moving against it faster and rougher until her hips buck against mine.

“How?” she
moans as her pussy devours my cock still plunging deeper into her.

I don’t know
what Justice is asking, but my fingers keep up their pressure on her clit. She
orgasms hard once and then looks at me as if wanting me to stop and let her
relax. I don’t give into her silent plea. I ache to see her come again before I
fill her with my seed. I need to watch Justice lose control, so I know I’m not
the only one of us lost in heat.

“Your nipples,”
I say in a husky voice. “Play with them.”

Justice
immediately obeys. Her flushed face grows redder as I toy with her delicate
clit. Her hands grip her tits, squeezing the nipples between her knuckles.

“Oh,” she
groans, and I know she’ll come soon.

Her pussy
wildly spasms around my cock, sucking at my hard flesh. I can’t hold on any
longer and begin thrusting harder, so our hips slap together in the otherwise
quiet room.

Pressing my
thumb down on her clit, I use my other hand to hold her still while I fuck
every drop of cum into her body. I want her to feel me inside her long after I
leave tonight. I need her to fall asleep tonight with thoughts of our bodies
becoming one in this perfect heated moment.

I lean over
her, still pumping gently into her body. Justice’s expression is relaxed in a
way I’ve never seen a woman’s. She watches me and says nothing as our bodies
leisurely enjoy the lasting effects of a hard fuck.

Justice looks
at the clock and then sighs. “I want to suck you.”

I can’t speak.
My dick is completely running the show. If a fire broke out in the house, I’d
have trouble thinking long enough to run to safety. If the choice were left to
my cock, it’d let the house burn down around our fucking bodies.

My limp dick
glistens with our juices as I step back and leave Justice’s body. She slides
onto the ground in front of me and lovingly sucks my cock into her mouth.
Groaning, I lean my head back and close my eyes. Her sucking lips own my cock
as her hands cup and tease my balls. Coming too hard the first time, I’ll never
find relief in her mouth, despite how good it feels. Only a solid twenty
minutes fuck will bring me satisfaction.

Stroking Justice’s
face, I watch her work at my cock. Licking and sucking, her lips glisten with
our juices. I watch her enjoy a dab of cum on her tongue. She smiles at me,
happy and relaxed.

“I need to feel
your pussy,” I tell her.

“A little more
first.”

Her head
bobbing rhythmically against my body, she sucks me as hard and deep as she can
manage. I moan her name and fist her hair. I want to fuck her throat so badly,
but I’m afraid to hurt her.

I press her
back enough for her to release my cock. She looks at me with a mouth shiny with
pre-cum.

“Am I doing it
wrong?”

“No. I need
your pussy,” is all I can say before lifting her up and kneeling her over the
bed.

I can’t wait,
and my cock drives deep into her before Justice even has her balance. Holding
her still, I wildly fuck her still blazing hot pussy. Justice grunts with each
thrust as I grip her around the waist so she won’t fall.

“You’re so
beautiful,” I say again and again while fucking her for what feel like forever
and yet not long enough.

When I feel my
balls tighten and ready to let go, I reach around her hips and find her clit. Justice
moans as I tease it unrelentingly until she comes hard around my cock. Letting
go, I empty my balls into her, thrusting like a man unhinged. The orgasm leaves
us both spent, but I know I’d be ready for more if we weren’t supposed to be at
a party.

“That was
incredible,” Justice says as I rest against her back. “Can you stay the night?”

“Felix,” I mumble,
still thrusting into her spent body.

“Oh, yeah,” she
whispers. “I forget about everything else when we’re together.”

“I want you
naked,” I say, pinching her hard little nipples.

“We’ve been in
here for a long time.”

“Tell me you’ll
be naked soon, and I’ll fuck you again.”

Justice holds
my gaze. “I’ll be naked, and you’ll fuck me again soon.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise I’ll
be naked, and you can fuck me until we can’t stand.”

Smiling against
her cheek, I finally pull my cock out of her and steady myself.

“I’ve never
been this way before.”

Justice turns
around and sits on the bed. With her legs parted, I enjoy the sight of her
swollen, wet pussy. I lick my lips and think of eating her out. I want to fuck
her right now. I can’t seem to think of a damn thing in the world besides
tasting, fucking, and owning this woman.

“It’s okay,”
she says, yanking up her panties and adjusting her tits back into her bra.
“We’ll be alone again soon.”

I watch her
slide on her shorts, and her bra disappears behind a now buttoned shirt.
Without thinking, I’m stroking my cock and working myself into another hard-on.

“I’m addicted,”
I croak, feeling foolish at my inability to stop my hand from stroking. “I want
to fuck you again. Right now.”

Justice looks
at the door and then back at me. She’s unsure now. I see her non-sex brain
thinking about the guests at the party and my son on the other end of the
house. Her clothes are back on, and we should leave the room, yet I’m fisting
my now rock hard cock.

“It’s never
been like this,” I whisper, nearly apologizing for behaving so pathetically.

Justice reaches
up and kisses me tenderly. “It’s okay.”

I watch her
undress until she’s buck naked in front of me. She turns slowly to allow me to
look at her bare flesh.

“Do you want me
from behind or should I ride your cock?” she gently asks.

“Thank you,” I
say when I can’t think of any other words.

Justice has me
sit on the bed where she straddles me. I fuck her for another hour with her
bouncing on my cock. Her tits are my playground, and I tease them until she
nearly begs me to stop. Her pussy gives me the relief I need. Not once, but
twice, she rides me hard and deep until I can think again.

We leave her
room, and Justice wraps her arm through mine. Her cheeks are still flushed and
her hair tussled, but she’s unashamed about where we’ve been for so long.

Eventually,
people begin to leave. I help Journey put away the folding tables and chairs
while Justice and Christine clean up the kitchen. I spot Felix with Poppy as
they pick up trash from the backyard. Smiling, I can’t shake how comfortable I
feel here with these people.