Heroes Of The Dixie Wardens MC: Lights To My Siren Part 13

As I walked up to the side of the bed, I had to stifle a giggle.

Last night, after the second time, Sebastian had to leave the bed to dispose of his used condom; Sebastian decided to bring the trashcan to the end of the bed for expedience. I, personally, thought the man was genius. His practicality meant I didn't have to let go of him for more than a few moments.

Moving the trashcan to the side with my foot, I crawled up behind the sleeping man, and settled on my knees, a.s.s to calves. I'd woken up many times in the night to the man with his face buried between my splayed thighs, or my a.s.s in the air and Sebastian's hard c.o.c.k tunneling into me.

Now it was my turn.

Reaching out tentatively, I ran one lone finger down the velvety skin of his s.c.r.o.t.u.m. I'd softly cupped his b.a.l.l.s in my palm, rolling them around my hand as I used to do with my Chinese Baoding b.a.l.l.s. The Baoding b.a.l.l.s were supposedly healing and meditative, allowing one to relax while they used them.

Well, I felt anything but relaxed holding Sebastian's b.a.l.l.s in the palm of my hand. In fact, the dampness between my clenched thighs, and the pulsating feeling coursing through my core spoke of anything but calm.

Then the pattern of Sebastian's breathing changed. It went from steady and smooth, to shallow and ragged.

The size of his c.o.c.k was anything but soft.

In fact, it nearly tripled in size, and a small drop of milky white pre-come oozed from the tip, falling to the bed.

I didn't stop playing with his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es even though I knew he was awake.

I'd yet to explore the man as thoroughly as he'd explored me, and it was time to reciprocate.

"Do you have any fantasies?" I asked him.

"I dream about f.u.c.king your t.i.ts. Then coming all over them."

His voice was sleep roughened, and it took everything I had not to urge him onto his back and ride him like there was no tomorrow.

"That's it?" I asked, finally letting my hand let his sac go.

His t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es fell softly against the white sheet underneath, and I moved my hands so they rested on the back of his thighs, and then further up to his lower back.

He had two indentions at the top of his back where the muscles were so honed that they stood out blatantly, even with him laying down.

I let my extended nipples trail over his a.s.s, teasing them back and forth. His breath hitched, and I smiled. "I don't mind you doing that. In fact, it sounds like something I'd love to do. Just not quite yet."

Moving from out between his legs, I walked on my knees until I was at his side, and then straddled his back, facing his legs.

Planting one small fist into the bed next to his lifted knee, I used the other hand to move his engorged shaft carefully down, until it was lying straight out between his legs.

His shaft was mesmerizing. Tanner than the rest of him, the shaft was a deep angry red. The vein that ran up along the underside was absolutely ma.s.sive, and the paramedic in me was absolutely enchanted with the sight.

I kept thinking, 'I could totally hit that.'

He probably wouldn't find that as amusing as I did.

"Jesus, you're burning me alive with that p.u.s.s.y of yours." Sebastian groaned.

The vibrations from his voice sent a little zing through my c.l.i.t, and I had to stop myself from grinding myself into his back.

Leaning down over his a.s.s, I let the very tip of my tongue lathe over his ridged shaft. His sharp inhalation sent me forward minutely, and I took that as a sign to mean he'd liked it.

At this angle, I wasn't able to actually take his d.i.c.k into my mouth, or I'd suffocate myself. Knowing Sebastian probably wasn't into necrophilia, I concentrated on working his entire d.i.c.k with my tongue, sucking on the back of it. Flicking the frenulum with the very tip of my tongue.

"Jesus Christ, get off me and let me have you before I buck you off and take you where you land." He groaned, shoving his face into the pillow.

I took pity on him.

Sitting up, I swung one leg over until I was again kneeling beside him. But I didn't stay like that for long. No. The next instant, I was pushed over until my a.s.s was in the air, and Sebastian's hard c.o.c.k was pounding into me.

Not liking the angle, Sebastian placed his hand in the middle of my back, and urged my head to lay onto the mattress, essentially canting up my b.u.t.t, and allowing for a deeper angle of penetration.

He grunted with each thrust of his c.o.c.k, and pounded into me like a man possessed. "f.u.c.k me, but you look good with your a.s.s in the air, and those fat lips swallowing my c.o.c.k all the way to the hilt." He grated.

His dirty talk was really pus.h.i.+ng my arousal to the red line, and, sure enough, when he reached around my hips, and thrummed my c.l.i.t with the edge of his thumb, I shot off like a bottle rocket. Sparks dominated my vision, and my own hips slammed back into his pounding ones, making him reach a point inside of me that prolonged my o.r.g.a.s.m until I had no more breath in my lungs.

Sebastian's hips slowed, and finally came to a stop once I'd finished.

His d.i.c.k was pulsating inside of my own clenching sheath, and he grasped my hips with an iron grip, squeezing until the point of pain. I'd definitely be sporting bruises in the morning, but it'd be totally worth it.

"f.u.c.k me. Don't move. f.u.c.k, please stop clenching. Oh, Jesus." He pleaded, pulling out ever so slowly.

It was then I realized I'd forgotten the condom, as did he.

Which explained his pleading tone, and the ironclad grip on my hips.

"Turn over, Baylee." He rasped.

I followed his order, letting my hips fall to the bed and logrolling until I was on my back with my legs splayed.

His eyes traveled the length of my body. His pupils dilated when his eyes came to settle on my beaded nipples. His nostrils flared as he took two fingers, and worked them slowly into my slippery heat.

He bent down until he was eye level with my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and he feasted, licking, sucking, and flicking my nipples and the valley of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, all the while his two stiffened fingers worked me down below.

Once he attained his objective, the two fingers slipped from my sheath, and he used the moisture that had gathered on the two appendages and worked them over my saliva slickened b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

It was then that I knew what he'd planned on, and I smiled seductively at him, lifting my hands and smas.h.i.+ng my b.o.o.bs together. He grinned deviously before dipping his c.o.c.k back into my drenched opening, effectively lubing himself up again before pulling out and straddling my chest.

The tips of my nipples were pointed straight up at the ceiling, as I held my b.r.e.a.s.t.s together, waiting for him to feed his c.o.c.k into the valley of my b.o.o.bs.

"You ready?" He asked, easing down until his heavy t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es rested on my belly.

At my nod, he guided his c.o.c.k to the opening at the bottom of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and fed his c.o.c.k into the hole they made. His groan of delight sent my core clenching at its emptiness, but the look of delight on Sebastian's face distracted me from the yawning emptiness I felt down below.

Instead, I focused on his ridged abdomen as it contracted, and the tip of his d.i.c.k as it peeked out the top swells of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Sebastian's hands no longer needed to help guide his c.o.c.k, and found my nipples, plucking them lightly.

His eyes traveled from his c.o.c.k tunneling between my flesh, and up to watch how close his c.o.c.k came to my mouth with each thrust.

Knowing what he wanted, I grasped each thigh with my hands, and lifted my head. I tried my best to angle my head so his c.o.c.k would enter my mouth as it exited the top of my flesh; it worked out well until my neck started getting tired.

Sebastian, noticing my discomfort, placed a hand behind the back of my head, holding me in place.

My eyes traveled up until they met his. They connected, and held.

"This is everything I've ever fantasized. My c.o.c.k filling your mouth. Jesus, all that's missing is you coming, too. But we'll remedy that." He said, and punctuated that statement as he released my nipple, and buried the same two fingers he'd used on me earlier, back into my sopping core.

Pleasure bloomed slowly inside of me. Everything that was happening right now was so very erotic that it wouldn't have mattered if he was stimulating me, I was going to detonate regardless. But with the added help of his talented fingers, it wasn't long until my hips were rising to meet each thrust of his fingers.

He ground the heel of his hand against my c.l.i.t, in between thrusts, and that was all the added stimulation I needed. My muscles clamped down hard on his burrowing fingers, and I screamed.

Sebastian's d.i.c.k happened to be buried in my mouth at the time, and that seemed to set him off.

His fingers withdrew from my core, and he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean before grabbing my head with both hands, and pumping his c.o.c.k hard.

Saliva, sweat, and pre-come coated my chest, and with each further thrust of his hips, he came closer and closer. With one final plunge, his c.o.c.k jerked, and short bursts of come shot out of his c.o.c.k drenching my chest, b.r.e.a.s.t.s, nipples and chin with his juices.

"f.u.c.k, yes." He growled, watching his juices cover my chest.

He released my head; it fell back onto the mattress. My arms fell down to my sides, and my chest heaved in the aftermath of our lovemaking. I was utterly spent. I really could just lie here and sleep for another hour, at least. Maybe two.

Except I found my body floating and being carried into the large bathroom.

Sebastian sat me on the counter, and turned to start the large walk-in shower.

When he turned back around, his eyes became hooded and possessive as they took in my crazy s.e.x hair, as well as our combined juices coating my body.

"G.o.d, you're beautiful." He said, kissing me slowly.

I returned the kiss, melting into his body, and wrapping my arms around his torso.

"You're going to have to hold me up in that shower." I added as he lifted me to my feet.

He smiled. "I think I can handle that."

Sebastian "So, what's the plan for today?" Baylee asked me.

I looked at the woman in the seat next to me, and I couldn't help the gratefulness I felt for her for coming with me. This trip tore me up every year I did it, and it never got easier. It still hurt every time I drove the three hours it took to get to that cemetery.

This year was a h.e.l.l of a lot easier than it usually was. Even though I hadn't spoken with her much on the ride, her silent presence was more than enough to stop the roiling emotions that were churning through me.

"I want to take you to a bar we used to go to while we were in boot camp. It's got really good fried pickles." I said, turning my grin on her.

She grimaced. Baylee didn't like fried pickles. We'd found that out the hard way when I'd taken her to the barbeque festival last week on my one day off. She'd immediately thrown up the ma.s.sive amount of food she'd consumed through our time there.

"That's just awesome." She said dryly.

I laughed and navigated the streets of the town I'd made my home, through my years in the Marines. Not that I'd spent much time there. It was actually a little less than a year, at most, but that was where my stuff was housed, and where I came home to when I wasn't on a tour.

I noted the familiar car in the parking lot, denoting the one person who'd be least likely to want to see me in the entire world was currently inside, but I ignored the warning bells and walked around the side of the truck to help Baylee out.

My truck wasn't huge compared to some in the south, but it was big for a girl that had on a pair of tight jeans that barely let you bend your legs. She said they were stretchy, but I had doubts that she wouldn't rip a seam and cause the men of Oklahoma a heart attack when they saw her goods.

Although, just walking into the bar had every man's eyes on her. At least the s.h.i.+rt she was wearing covered up her t.i.ts.

Just as I was walking in, my phone vibrated. Pulling it out of the pocket of my pants, I smiled when I saw my son's smiling face. Yeah, I'd gotten the kid a cell phone. And yeah, he was only three, but to be honest, I was tired of giving up my phone. It was seriously getting beyond old to have my own phone covered in f.u.c.king cheese puffs and running my battery down from playing Angry f.u.c.king Birds.

"Hey boy, how ya doin'?" I asked when I connected.

My son was crying, and my heart dropped out of my chest, finding a home somewhere around my knees.

"What's wrong?" I barked.

h.e.l.l, I got mean when I was scared. I couldn't help it, and I'd never been able to contain it, either.

"He's okay. He fell outside when we were out at the pool. He has a b.u.mp on his head. He wasn't even crying until I told him we'd have to call and tell you." Doreen said, explaining his crying to my satisfaction.

Taking a deep breath, I let it out, as well as the fear that had taken place in my heart. "Hey, boy. No more crying now. Be nice for Grandma or you'll have to come home."

That shut him up. He loved his Grandma and hated coming home. Most likely it was because Doreen let him drink Coca Cola's and eat ice cream because he asked. The woman had a problem saying no. Which is why he had a f.u.c.king trampoline, a Jeep Power Wheels, and a ten-foot blow up pool in my backyard.

"Okay, daddy. I stop." He said, not even a hint of tears evident in his voice.

Baylee gestured that she was going to get a table, and I stayed outside and caught up with my son and his activities for the past day. After ten minutes, I said goodbye, and headed inside.

My eyes took a few minutes to adjust, but when they did, I didn't have any problem making out Baylee's tight a.s.s warming a bar stool, nor the three men in uniform talking to her.

Sighing, I made my way to her, staring at her a.s.s the entire way.

The men that I pa.s.sed made room for me as I crossed the wooden floor, either noticing my face that was set in stone or The Dixie Wardens MC cut that was covering my back. Either way, they moved, and I was grateful.

Baylee looked over her shoulder, saw me coming, and stood, smiling.

The a.s.s that I'd been watching showed the faint outline of her panties, and I remembered when she'd slipped them on over her a.s.s that morning.

The little slips of fabric were bright green with lighter green polka dots interspersed throughout the miniscule amount of fabric. At first, they looked non-threatening, but then she'd turned around, and I was treated to half her a.s.s hanging out.

I never would've thought I'd be turned on by a pair of panties, but I d.a.m.n sure was. When she'd come closer, digging in her bag next to mine for the tight pair of jeans, I ran my finger along the fine lace that partially covered one a.s.s cheek.

And, even now, knowing what was under those skin tight jeans, I was hard and ready for her. Regardless of our previous night's activities.

She left her fan club and walked into my arms when I was a little over six feet away. The glares I received over her shoulder were totally worth it when she slapped my hand away from her a.s.s and threatened to withhold her goods from me for the rest of the weekend.

"How's Johnny?" She asked, leading me to a table in the far back corner.

I told her what happened, and it made my heart warm to see the concern for my boy on her face.