I note vaguely Jane’s flushed cheeks and eyes glimmering at me darkly before I roughly pull her shirt over her head. I toss it over my shoulder as my gaze goes to her chest, and I get my first really good look at her breasts. They’re fucking fantastic. Big and round with her nipples poking out hard against the lace of a pale blue bra. The cups sit low on the globes of her tits, pushing them inward and teasing me with cleavage meant to be fucked.
Which is funny as I’m not really a breast man. My ideal fuck is taking a woman from behind so I don’t have deal with kissing her. Just bending her right over a piece of furniture—
—I walk back into the clubhouse and the scent of sex and pot smack me hard in the face. I’m buzzed as fuck from the joint I’d just smoked outside with Bridger, but I feel like getting really fucked up tonight. The pressure of maintaining this lifestyle, and the stress of being undercover, have made alcohol and drugs a necessary balm. While I can drink like a fish, I at least keep my drug use to a minimum, terrified that type of addiction could impede my long-term judgment. So I look for other ways to get relief, and the best I’d found so far was to fuck myself into oblivion. Luckily, there are enough club whores to keep my dick satisfied.
My gaze slides to the pool table. One of the whores is naked and bent over it, her legs spread obscenely and her torso tied down to the felt top so she can’t move. She lays her cheek on the green baize that’s covered with cigarette burns, a blissed-out look on her face. One of my club brothers is fucking her from behind, hips pumping furiously as he races to get off as fast as possible. After all, he’s got several other guys waiting behind him to take a chance. No telling how many times this girl has already been fucked tonight, but she loves this shit and asked for it. My brother thrusts hard a few more times before pulling out, snapping the rubber off, and coming all over her ass. My other brothers all yell and cheer him on, and another one steps up—
A groan of disappointment slithers out of my throat, and I give a hard shake to my head to dispel that memory. No idea why the fuck I’d even think about that disgusting shit when I have the beauty of Jane in front of me. The disappointment is in myself, not only for thinking of that crap, but also because my dick went even harder. It didn’t need to get harder because Jane was really all I wanted, yet it did as I thought about taking a woman from behind because that’s how you keep distance.
A searing hot flash of doubt courses through me, and I almost push Jane away. But I’m sidetracked when her hands come to the clasp at the front of her bra. My eyes latch onto those delicate fingers with pale pink polish as they flick open the clasp and peel the lace apart.
And Christ… her breasts are so fucking perfect as they’re revealed to me. Almost as if she’s never revealed them to anyone else, or I’ll choose to think of it that way, at least. She’s offering me the most perfect gift in the world right now, and the last oily feelings of guilt for being sucked into that terrible memory vanish.
“Kyle?” Jane whispers, and my eyes snap up to hers. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I say in a rasping voice as I look back at her, but I’m still feeling a little off balance.
Jane must sense it, because she takes control. She takes my hands in hers and pulls them upward, pressing my palms gently against her tits.
And fuck… just…
“Goddamn… you’re perfect,” I mutter as I squeeze the flesh and her hands fall away. My thumbs graze over her nipples, and Jane’s head falls back as she moans in pleasure.
Apparently, my dick wasn’t as hard as it could get, because that moan right there slams into me with brutal force, making me swell so painfully hard I have to drop a hand and tear at the fly to release the remaining buttons to give me relief.
As soon as my dick springs free, I slip a hand to the back of Jane’s head, the other moving from her breast to her lower back, and I pull her back to my mouth. I want to kiss her again, because it’s Jane. She’s not a woman who I ever want to face away from me.
Our mouths connect, teeth gnash, and our naked torsos press into each other. We kiss like savages, locked tightly against one another. I can feel her nipples pebbled hard against my chest, and my cock jumps as it’s pressed into her belly. I can feel my pre-cum wetting her soft skin, and there’s a very real possibility I might just spontaneously explode.
Needing a tiny bit of space so I can slow this down… so I can savor this a bit more, I pull my mouth away from Jane’s and push her gently away from me. Her eyes open slowly and are glazed and feverish looking. Her lips are wet and swollen, and, fuck, I want them wrapped around my dick, but that’s going to have to be later. I’d never survive her blowing me.
“Lay back,” I order her gruffly, placing a palm in the center of her chest.
“Okay,” she whispers in acceptance, letting her body drop gracefully back down to the mattress.