Blood and Water

Chapter 35: My Wild Love

My Wild Love - The Doors

Mina's POV

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Evenings with Chibs, I could never get used to. I wouldn't change them even if I wanted to. They were spontaneous and chaotic in the best of ways. 

He lifted me up and ran over to the couch, dropping me on the cushions. Sitting on my legs, holding me down, he tickled me. I hated the fact I was so ticklish, but I loved it too, just to feel his touch on my skin. 

"Stop, Chibs!" I laughed, trying to get away. Just like every time prior, he wouldn't stop. "Chibs! Stop!" Laughing louder and harder, I started to wheeze in the laugh. Tears were forming in my eyes from laughing so hard. 

He stopped for a moment, allowing me to breathe. Coming close to my face, he looked at my lips, then leaned closer. Instead of touching them, he whispered so quietly I could barely hear him, "Beg for it." 

He started tickling me again and I pleaded, "Stop, Chibs, please!" This time, he didn't stop.

I remembered he had a gun on him from earlier at the library. I reached behind him and grabbed the gun that was tucked in his jeans. I aimed it at him and he instantly froze, feeling the cold muzzle on his temple. He leaned back and put his hands up.

"Easy, darlin', easy," he said, shocked, "Ya can give it to me. That's a real gun and it's loaded, ya know that right? Give me the gun." 

I could see the fear in his eyes, but he didn't see the humor in mine. He didn't know my dad taught me everything there is to know about guns. 

"Get up," I ordered. He stood off the couch and off my legs. I stood and said, "Bedroom, now."

Chibs started walking into the other room, slowly turning. I put the gun in the small of his back, making him flinch a little. He stopped in front of the bed and held out his hand. "Give me the gun, Mina."

"No," I sighed.

He chuckled, "No? D'ya even know anythin' about guns? What d'ya want from a gun? Give it to me before ya kill both of us." 

I pulled the hammer and pointed it at his head. He winced, pulling his head back a little. "Oh, really? I don't know how to use it? Take off your shirt."

He looked at me, shocked and confused. Raising his hands, he asked, "Ya serious?"

"Take your shirt off, a*shole!" I yelled. Chibs did as I said, but he looked angry. Probably because I called him "a*shole." He held his shirt in his hand and I said, "Put it on the floor, slowly." Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his arm, setting it on the ground. 

As he leaned down, I placed the gun on the side of his head and slowly dragged it down his cheek until it was under his chin. He looked directly into my eyes with his sexy brown eyes that looked slightly green. He had a look that was a mix of anger and fear; he didn't know what I was doing, didn't know I was joking. 

From his chin, I dragged it down to his chest tattoo. "Havin' fun?" he asked.

"What's that mean?" I asked, looking at the million-dollar bill.

"F*ck you, pay me," he uttered. I looked up at him. His face was expressionless. I could see the wheels turning in his head, how he'd get out of this. I smiled a little and stroked the gun as I looked him in the eyes.

I reached out for his belt and pulled him forward to me. Holding the gun by his member, his pupils got huge. I stood on my tiptoes so I could reach his ear and whispered, "If you still want to keep your dick, take off your pants."

"Give me the gun, love," he whispered shakily. I could hear him swallow hard.

Pushing the gun closer, I said, "Don't f*cking move."

"Ya can't be serious." But, I still kept it there. "Jesus Christ," he exhaled.

He grabbed his belt while looking into my eyes. He took his pants off, stepping out of them, and kicking them away from us. I bit my lip because he looked so damn sexy. 

I pushed him onto the bed and crawled on top of him. Based on me biting my lip and pushing him down, he realized what I was doing. Holding the gun to my lips, I licked it. "I thought ya were f*ckin' crazy, but you're just horny. Did ya really need to scare me like that?"

Pointing the gun at him, I sighed, "Shh, just do what I say."

"Aye, ma'am," he said with a slight moan. His eyes grew hungrier and his member got harder.

I leaned down and kissed him, punching my tongue into his mouth. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pulled it over my head then took off my pants. I kissed him again and reached down with one hand, grabbing his growing member. Slowly massaging it, he let out a moan while we kissed. I went on a little and then let go, moving to sit on top of him. 

"Why'd ya stop?" he asked.

Chuckling, I said, "I need a break."

Chibs laughed. "Lie down and I'll carry on."

"Do you want me to continue or not?"

He threw his head back into the pillow and ran his fingers through his hair. "She's killin' me," he sighed quietly.

"What was that?" I yelled.

"Oh, nuthin'," he smirked, realizing he got caught.

I kissed him again because he looked so sexy; his deep voice laced with his accent, his long, beautiful hair that hung over his cheeks, his soft lips, his smile that made his dimples. I couldn't tease him any longer because I was teasing myself. I couldn't do it. I unhooked my bra and slipped my thong off, throwing them to the floor.

Grabbing his member, I massaged it again, faster this time. He tipped his head back into the pillows. Turning his head, he tried to keep in his moan. He suppressed it and slowed his breathing, then let out a groan. The way he tries to hold it in was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, turning me on even more because of how deep his voice gets when he moans.

I started moving faster as I kissed his neck, sucking on it. He couldn't take it any longer. "Ya gonna let me finish like this?" he moaned.

I stopped and looked up at him. After kissing him, I went to his ear and whispered, "F*ck me." 

He flipped me over onto my back immediately, taking his member and pushing inside me. I moaned as he moved slowly, kissing my neck. When he started moving faster, I wrapped my arms around his back, digging my nails into him. He went from kissing my neck to biting my shoulder.

As he moved, he let out a moan. "F*ck, Chibs," I moaned from the bottom of my lungs. He kissed my neck and clavicle as he continued to move. He got faster and faster until he reached his climax. I scratched his neck and moaned while he kept his head in my neck kissing me.

We breathed loudly as he threw himself down next to me. Panting he laughed, "F*ck, I should give ya a gun more often."

"I was thinking of a knife next time," I laughed, still trying to catch my breath.

"Ya can do whatever ya want to me, but don't cut off my dick."

I rolled over and chuckled, "No, I need him!"

Chibs laughed and pulled me over to him. He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my back. As we laid, I thought about what Jessica said to me in the morning: Possibilities are endless on Friday. I chuckled at the thought and Chibs asked, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I smiled looking up at him. 

I loved evenings with Chibs, everything from the mundane, slow moments of enjoying each other's company to the chaotic moments like that and everything in between. 

As we laid in bed, I felt his arm fall. Looking up at him, I saw he had fallen asleep, probably for the first time in days. Putting my head back down on his chest, I whispered, "My wild love went riding." Chuckling at my own joke, I closed my eyes, drifting to sleep.