Arch Your Back (BWWM)

Old Ladies

Violet's POV

Our breathing became synched as I lay naked on top of him. The entire room was a mess from our sexcapades. This man had me bent and twisted in every position possible and I had no regrets. I felt the warmth of his hand as he traced circle on my naked back landing his hand on my ass. He held me and I felt safe for the first time in a long time. I'm really trying to not this too deep into this because this could have just been sex. Something I think we both needed. He could regret the things he said last night, and I wouldn't blame him. But some part of me hopes he was honesty because I'm not sure I could just walk away from this with no attachments.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, causing me to raise my head.

"Marco, I told you I don't bl-," he interrupted me.

"No. I'm sorry for what I said to you at the grocery store. You were trying to help and I was being  dick. I know I hurt your feelings and I should have been so harsh." He responded.

I raise my head to look at him as he apologizes.

I hold onto his neck as I give him a passionate kiss. He rubs my face as he deepens it. "It's okay," I assure him.

I playfully punch him. "Just don't let it happen again. Oh, and call me a 'bitch' again and I will cut your dick off!" I say to him while shimming into my pants.

He comes up behind me and brings his arms around my waist, kissing me neck. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He says, kissing me after every word.

I laugh as he lightly tickles my waist. "Come on, let's get you home and I'll get a prospect in here to clean this shit up."

As soon as we open the door we see Sage standing there smirking.

Sage's POV

After Rage and I left the clubhouse, he ordered some of the guys to go alert the other chapters of the situation. He couldn't tell me much but I know he was worried. All of this was new territory for me, and now Violet. We've never been involved with men who lived this kind of lifestyle, bad boys, yes. But men who live their life on the streets and deal with murder and retaliation...yeah that wasn't on my BINGO card for this year.

I've seen too much already and although it kind of shook me. I couldn't walk away and deep down, I don't think I want to. There's something about Rage that makes me an addict and his touch burns into my soul, leaving it branded with his.

I'm on top of him, riding on his dick and I lean down as he glides his hand up to my head, grabbing my hair. "Right there, baby. Fuck, you're so wet."

"Ugh, baby. I'm about to cum!"

"That's a good girl. Cum on your dick, baby." He speaks to me while grabbing my ass.

"Shit, mmm...Rage!" He hold my hips causing me to lose control as he's now controlling the rhythm.

I grab my tits as he's rocking us into our climax. I feel us about to explode. "Argh, fuck!" He screams out as I now take over and bouncing at full speed.

I feel myself release as my thighs begin to stick to his groin from our cum mixing with each other. I rest on his muscular chest while tracing the colored ink on his arms. "Baby?" 

"Yes," he says holding me and flipping us over so that we're spooning.

"Are you in danger? Am I in danger?" I question.

He grabs my chin making me turn over to look at him. "Baby, I'm the VP of a motorcycle club. We're always in danger but the won't ever fall back on you!"