#juice soa

you and Juice had been on and off for a little lately, the club getting into porn with Luann causing a rift between you both. 

it was silly, you knew he only had eyes for you but you couldn’t help the worry that settled in the pit of your stomach. 

and he knew that too, which is why instead of celebrating at the party at Cara Cara, Juice was at yours. 

you don’t really remember him knocking, only that when you opened the door his lips pressed fiercely to yours. 

he’d walked you backwards to your room with an expert precision, avoiding all the scattered stuff across the floor he’d tripped over the first couple times he came over. 

which is how you ended up like this.

your body sat on top of his, your clothes long discarded as you now straddled his cock. 

“only want you, should know that”

he told through moans, his eyes hooded as he watched you slowly move on his cock. his hands helped guide your movements as he watched transfixed. 

you dropped down onto his cock again, pulling an equally breathy moan from both of you as he hit that one spot inside. 

“don’t know Juice—they, fuck.. they have sex for a living”

you moaned out, grabbing at his shoulders to help support yourself. 

continuing to move against him, his head lulled back to watch your face as the pleasure thrummed through your body. 

“exactly my point”

he murmured, leaning in to press kisses up your sternum and across your throat.  the action making you moan as the head of his cock hit that one spot over and over again, causing the coil in your belly to wind tighter. 

“i like you and i really like our sex”

he told, kissing just below your ear before he groaned again. the breathlessness in his groans causing you to flutter around him, teetering on the edge. 

the thing was, you both knew each other’s bodies really well, and he knew his groans were pushing you towards the edge. but he could still sense that worry inside you. 

“mark me. mark me so everyone knows who i belong to”

your hips faltered against his as he spoke, his lips grazing against your ear while a shiver ran down your spine. 

“w-what?”

you stammered out, causing a smirk to work its way across his face. his hands squeezed at your hips encouragingly as he helped you move against him again. 

he leaned in to catch your lips in a kiss, only pull back an inch to whisper to you. 

“if you’re so worried , mark me up so they all know i’m yours”

the moan that fell from your lips was a mix of his cock hitting the right place again and his words, his wantiwant for people to know he’s yours.  

you nodded, leaning in to kiss and nip across his throat. pulling moans from his lips as you left marks across his skin, sending him hurtling towards his climax. 

grazing your teeth down his throat before leaving another mark, his hands squeezed at your hips as he pulled you down flush against him. 

his hips bucked up into you once, twice, three times before he toppled over the edge. his release spilling inside you, spreading a warmth through your body. h

Juice’s climax triggered your own, toppling against his chest as you both basked in the throes of your joint orgasms. 

leaning your head on his shoulder you could see the smirk on his face, a mix of pride and admiration. 

“i’m all yours, don’t gotta worry about it”

You bopped your head along to the music as you pulled the bottle opener from your back pocket, popping the tops off the beers in front of you. "Here you go, guys," you said, placing them on the bar in front of Tig and Chibs. "Thank you, sweetheart," Tig tipped his bottle your way whilst Chibs gave you a nod. You moved down the bar, serving members and the sweetbutts that hung off them. You had been working the bar for SAMCRO parties for many months now after your friend had begged you to tag along one night after they were down a person. You reluctantly agreed, having heard stories from other girls you knew were croweaters about how rowdy the parties could be and handsy the guys were. But surprisingly it had been a fun night and any guys that did try to hit on you, actually seemed to take no for an answer.

No, there was only one guy in this building you would want putting his hands on you. And he currently made his way to the bar, his eyes meeting yours and a smirk on his face. "What can I get ya, Juice?" you asked, already knowing his answer as you reached down into the fridge below the bar to grab a beer. "Beer please, beautiful," he winked, causing your skin to prickle with heat. Ignoring him, you popped the top and handed it over. He took a long sip and you watched the column of his throat dip as he swallowed, your blood rushing to your core and heart beginning to thump harder. He put his beer on the bar and smiled, aware of just how much he affected you. Crossing his forearms against the wood he lent in. "Busy tonight, sweetness?" he asked. You rolled your eyes, flicking the dishcloth over your shoulder out to lightly snap his arm. "Always busy, sweetness," you mocked before moving on to fulfill another order.

Juice stayed at the bar, watching as you moved around, taking orders, making people laugh, smoothly moving in between the other girls and the Prospects who were also working. He was playing it cool, but in reality his palms were drenched with sweat and his stomach was alive with butterflies. He could stand and watch you all night long, no croweater or pool game even a lick of competition to you. He felt someone elbow his side. Turning to face Chibs, he nodded in greeting. "A little distracted tonigh', aren't ye Juicy?" his brother asked. Juice just shrugged and had another long sip of his beer. "Been a long week, kinda tired," he lilted, trying unsuccessfully to pull his eyes from you. You passed a straw over to Piney with a laugh and shake of your head before you were heading back over to him, the sway in your hips and crook of your mouth making his pants suddenly tighter.

"You want another one?" you asked, tossing the dishcloth over your shoulder again. "I'll take whatever you want to give me," he prompted, causing your mouth to open. Juice was never usually this flirty at parties. You heard a scoff from a few seats down. "Would you two just hurry up and fuck already?!" Tig challenged, putting a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. Chibs began to laugh into his drink. You huffed and crossed your arms. "What the hell are you talking about, Tiggy?" you sassed, lifting up their drinks and giving the table a wipe down. "You two," Tig motioned his beer to point between you and Juice. "The undressing with the eyes, the flirting…. It's painful," he blinked slowly. "Just do us all a favour and fuck each other." You let out a short laugh, your nerves setting in. What Tig didn’t know was that you and Juice had already had a roll in the sheets. Many… many… many… rolls in the sheets.

But it wasn't something you had made public purely because it was casual and you didn’t want to be seen as someone that any of the guys could have. Juice had agreed because he was fine with upkeeping his bachelor status with his brothers. You weren't exclusive but you certainly had not been with anyone else. You were unsure about Juice, and honestly you didn’t want to ask, but you were both being careful and it was just a bit of fun. But the last few times it had happened it had felt a little more than casual to you. It always happened at your place, usually after a SAMCRO party. The first few times Juice would usually leave pretty quickly after - which had been fine with you - but now he had made the choice to stay the night and usually for breakfast. Which meant you got to talk more, which in turn meant you got to know him better. And that had sparked some unexpected and intense feelings pretty quickly. You had been ignoring them because it seemed like Juice was on the casual train still and you didn’t want to fuck up what you guys had going.

"There is no undressing with the eyes, and Juice flirts with everyone," you shrugged, holding your hands out to lean against the bar. "Yeah right, and I'm the King of England," Tig rolled his eyes. "Can you believe the denial we're hearing right now?" he asked Chibs. "Ye better make a move soon though, swee'heart," Chibs chimed in. "If you don’t make a claim, someone else will." He and Tig got off their stools and moved over to the chairs where Bobby was lounging with a sweetbutt in his lap. You laughed humourlessly, before turning to move away. A hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. You looked up at Juice. "He was just kidding," he said, a forced smile on his face. You nodded and tried to smile back, shrugging your shoulders. "It's fine, Juice," you tried to step away but he held his grip. "You know there's no one else, right?" he asked, his wide brown eyes searching yours. "So what if there was?" you asked. Juice shook his head, gently pulling your arm so you would step back closer to him.

"I'm telling you, right now, there is no one else," he was dead serious, dragging his hand down your arm to lightly grasp your hand, giving you enough freedom to pull out of his grip if you wanted. "What are you doing, Juice?" you asked, looking over your shoulder to make sure the other girls were getting the drinks served. "You have to have noticed that things have been different," he pondered. "Like, a good kind of different." You swallowed thickly, nodding slowly. "I have but…" you lick your lips, Juice's eyes dropping to track the movement. "I didn’t think you did. Or that it's what you would want to be happening." Juice smiled. "You," he ran his thumb over the tops of your knuckles. "Are the only one I want to be going with. Going home to," he confessed. You blinked rapidly. "Is that ok with you?" he asked. You smiled nervously, narrowing your eyes. "It's definitely ok with me, but are you sure?" you asked apprehensively. He tugged on your hand lightly. "Come here, baby. Stake your claim," he stepped back and gestured towards himself. You chuckled, shaking your head, still unsure if this was real or some kind of cruel joke.

Juice was sitting at the crowded, paper strewn desk where he had cleared a small island in the chaos for himself, “You and me both. You wanna play cards or somethin’?” He answered with a weary sigh from behind his computer screen and after draining his second can of Monster he closed the laptop and turned towards her. His beautiful brown eyes looked at her from beneath his hood, deep and soulful with a hint of sadness that never quite left them. Even when he flashed that cute, dimpled smile…it was always there hiding behind the boyish twinkle that lit them up.

Not that she had noticed, of course. Or that she would ever admit to. The guy was ridiculously hot and totally out of her league, she had only just stopped blushing whenever he spoke to her, which was most days because more often than not Gemma paired them up together. Especially since she wasn’t allowed to work with Tig anymore, for obvious reasons. It didn’t help that he was so easy to get along with either or that he always had the best fuckin’ bud. Yeah, Juice was the full package as far as she was concerned.

“Cards, really? How old are you, dude?” She cringed at her tone even as the words came out of her mouth, why was she such a dick? Juice was one of the few guys at the garage that treated her like a mechanic, not just an below average, below notice piece of ass that walked around with a wrench and a bad attitude and she truly appreciated it, the snark was like an instant reflex by now and on this occasion it wasn’t deserved.

He groaned and sat back on the office chair, put his feet on the desk and pulled his hood over his face. “I dunno. Why don't you take a nap?…do us both a favour.” He adds quietly as he crosses his arms over his chest, effectively ending the conversation right there.

An awkward silence fell over the small office. Relieved only by the sound of the tv, that she was pretending to watch, all the while mentally berating herself, her big mouth and the stunning amount of immaturity that she just displayed in front of Juice. For. Fucks. Sake.

Staring at the screen her eyes occasionally darted to juice as he slept. His mouth hung open slightly, the rest of his face was hidden in the shadow cast by his hood. “So fucking cute,” she thought to herself, imagining snuggling up with him on the couch. Faded into her twee little fantasies she almost jumped out of her skin when the phone rang loudly in the small space. Juice bolted up, almost falling out of the office chair as it rolled back. “God damn it.” he cursed as he scrambled for the phone.

She snorted an obnoxious cackle that earned her a middle finger and a grudging smile as he took the call, writing down the details and taking payment over the phone. “We on?” she asked hopefully as he put the handset back in its cradle. “Yeah. Breakdown out on North Road. Needs a Tow.”

Her eyes followed as he stood and stretched his lean body, his clasped hands reached for the ceiling making his reaper hoodie rise and it gave her a tantalising glimpse of his deep v, like an arrow pointing straight to heaven. It made her mouth go dry as every drop of moisture in her body rushed south. If he noticed her ogling he didn’t say anything, he just turned and grabbed the keys to the tow truck from the hook on the wall by the clogged noticeboard that held more family and club announcements than actual Teller Morrow memos and order forms and headed to the door.

“North Road? What broke down, a damn tractor? The only places that far out of town are farms and that weird pack rat house before you get into the hills.” She knew it well as she spent weekends in the foothills on her dirt bike and at bonfires with her friends-but never alone. There was nothing out there for anyone at three in the morning except darkness and the whispers in the pines. Juice just shrugged and walked out the door, so she followed, grabbing her hoodie on the way and locking the door behind her.

“Can I drive? Huh, Juice? Huh?” She pestered, trying to keep up with his longer stride by jogging alongside him. A Smile on her face as she wheedled, “Come on…I never get to drive the truck. Please?” She knew the answer already but it had never once deterred her from asking.

“Fuck no, you can’t drive. Get in the bitch seat Princess.” He opened the door and climbed into the driver's seat, leaving her to trot around to the other side to get in as he turned the key in the ignition and rumbled the engine awake. “You ain’t doin’ no night driving. Clay would kick my ass if anything happened.”

Settling into the seat she pulled on her seatbelt, “Pfft. You’re all a bunch of misogynistic butts.” Reaching over she switched on the c.d player and heavy metal blasted from the speakers as Juice pulled out of the parking spot by the garage and out into the night.

He just chuckled and shook his head as he changed the song and turned it up loud, “You only just now figuring that out?” She wrinkled her nose and declined to answer, instead putting her feet up on the dash and looking out of her window, failing to notice Juice casting an appreciative glance over her legs.

The opening riff of Walk by Pantera began to play over the speakers, their heads nodding to the aggressive beat and soon they started to sing along, punching the roof as they got into the chorus. As they sang and bantered the houses and businesses became fewer and the street lights dwindled to nothing, the road beneath the tires gradually roughened into a neglected state and the only lights were from the sporadic farmhouses that dotted the landscape until the hills picked up and then there was nothing but wild empty dark.

Part Two Here

It was a hot blistering day. Your baggy clothes were replaced by a tank top and shorts. You had put your hair into a bun, a few stray strands clinging to your face because of the sweat.

You walked into juice his room at the garage. As always he was being busy with his computer.“You’re so boring” You sighed as you poked his side. He jumped a little and broke his focus. “And what do you suggest I would do for fun?” Juice asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You rolled on your side to face him. “We could go to the lake?” You suggested, perking yourself up. Juice raised an eyebrow but his smile grew big. “That’s actually not a bad idea, Y/N” He closed his laptop and walked out the door. “What are you waiting for?” He called out. You quickly got up and followed him. On the way towards your bike, you ran into the hardworking sweaty mechanics. “Where yew kids goin’?” A thick Scottish accent asked. “Going to the lake! Can’t last any longer hear.” You chuckled. Chibs looked up, a shot of jealousy flickered in his eyes. “We’ll join ya’ latr” Chibs said. “Alright, bring beer!” You called out as you neared your bikes, waving at him.

As soon as you arrived at the lake, it felt like the air was cooler already. As it was a spur of the moment idea, you didn’t bring a swimsuit. You didn’t hesitate any longer and got out of your clothes as quickly as possible. Leaving you with only your bra and a g-string. You felt Juice his gaze linger on you. This was the first time he ever saw you this way. “Are you just gonna stare or are you gonna join me?” You asked him teasingly, a playful glint in your eyes. “Y-yeah” He shook his head and got out of his clothing. You jumped in and Juice followed quickly. Your usual banter taking over again, as you splashed water each others way and trying to push each other under water. You held your hand up as you coughed up the water “you win!” A huge smile played on Juice his face. “I knew you wouldn’t last” He said proudly. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Just you wait. I will get you back” You said as you made your way over to the dock.

“We’ve got beer!” Chibs called out, as they made their way over to you. Some of the guys immediately got undressed and jumped in the water. Needing to cool down after a long day. Chibs and Happy got their stuff ready and started a campfire. In the meanwhile, you grabbed one of the beers. The satisfying sound as it opened, the cold can against your lips. The bitter, bubbly liquid gliding down your throat and cooling you down. “This might have been the best beer i have ever had” you sighed contently. Chibs chuckled “Glad i could help”

You leaned back by the campfire. The sun had began to set, the golden rays shining beautifully on the lake. One by one the guys came out of the water. When Juice emerged, your eyes were stuck on him like glue. The water droplets clinging to his muscular build. The rays of sun cascading on his beautiful tan skin. His underwear was soaked, stuck to his body. Revealing every detail there. You saw the outline of his dick clearly. It made you flutter inside, a feeling you never had before with Juice. Your cheeks now turned rosy. “You like what you see?” Juice asked teasingly, clearly noticing you were staring a bit too long. “Maybe I do” You teased back, catching him by surprise. “You might wanna take a picture it will last longer” He threw back at you. You reached for your phone, not intending to take a picture but just to mess with him. When you saw a slight panic in his eyes, you decided that you actually were gonna take a picture. With a mischievous grin, you quickly snapped a picture.

“Hey!” Juice called out before making his way over to you. You quickly stood up and ran away. It was like a game of cat and mouse. “Come on, give me that phone!” He called out. You laughed in return “No I need this blackmail!” As you looked over our shoulder to see where Juice was, you hadn't realized you were this close to some trees. You had to stop your pace, before slamming into the trees. As you turned around, Juice was standing in front of you. You reached your phone up as high as possible, to get it out of his reach. Which totally didn’t work as Juice was clearly taller than you. He reached on hand around both of your wrists, pinning you against the tree. His other hand reaching for the phone. He leaned in closer and whispered in your ear. “Gotcha” His warm breath against your skin, sending goose bumps all over your body. Your breath hitched. He noticed it and decided to tease you a little more. He place on knee in between your legs and saw you bite your lip. As he placed a little more pressure against you, you had to try your best not to let out a moan. “You’re too easy” Juice said with a big grin appearing on his lips. He stepped away and looked into your phone to delete the picture. As you got of your high, you gave him a playful punch. “I hate you” You said frustrated. “Oh you love me and you know it” He said with the happiest face he could put on. You rolled your eyes and brushed passed him. Before you knew it, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. His lips met yours before you realized what was happening. A deep warmth rose inside both of you. A deep primal longing that had been there a long time, finally coming to the surface. Your kiss grew more lustful, hands roaming on each others body. In between the kissed you softly bit his lip, releasing a soft grunt from him. You felt his hardness pressing against you. As you both pulled away, your breaths were heavy. As he locked his eyes with yours “You thought I was just gonna let you slip away?” He said with a grin. Your cheeks still rosy from the encounter “Honestly I don’t know what to think right now” You replied sheepishly. He walked back to the lake side where the guys were sitting. “You staying there or?” You took a second to compose yourself the best you could, before heading back with him.

“Almost thought yew two wer shaggin’ ” Chibs said, as he caught sight of you two. “Oh he’d wish he would ever get that lucky” You chuckled. Juice shook his head. “ Oh come on, I’m not that bad “ He replied to your comment. As the evening wore on, you and Juice kept stealing glances at eachother. Little did the rest of the crew know, what really had happened between the two of you.

Her eyes quickly scan his body looking for blood, not quite believing that he came out of the fire fight unscathed, “Oh, thank fuck. I thought for sure that you…that they…No. I’m not hurt….Oh my God…I just…I killed somebody…” She was starting to ramble as the adrenaline wore off, her wrist hurt and she began to notice the sharp throb caused by the kick back.

He turned to her shaking his head emphatically and tried to stop her train of thought before it overtook her, “Hey, hey come on…it’s ok. You did good. You did so fuckin’ good! You saved my life…and yours too. You think they would have let you go? Nah, Hun…they don’t play like that…bastards would have tapped you in the head like it was nothing.” His eyes seemed to look at her differently, with a hint of vulnerability that she hadn’t seen before. “I need to call this in, ok? I can leave out your part…if you want? I can say you were in the truck and you didn’t see anything.”

With a nod she agrees to keep what had happened tonight a secret just between them, not knowing what the club would do if they knew she had done something she had no right getting caught up in. Or what the retribution would look like, especially since she didn’t have the level of protection that Juice had. “Who were they, do you think?”

“Fuck knows. If we’re lucky it was just a couple of junkies trying to rob us. I'm thinking it was AB though. We’re beefin’ with em’hard right now…I’m sorry…Sorry you got involved, sorry you had to do…that.” he adds with a shuddering sigh, knowing all too well how it will stain her soul, wake her in the night and haunt her quiet moments forever.

Juice takes out an old flip phone and calls someone, Chibs, it sounds like and they talk for a while as she sits there quietly listening to him telling the unfortunate tale, thankfully omitting any part she had played in it and gleaning from it that a car is being sent for them. When it arrives Juice tells her to wait in the truck as he gets out to discuss the next steps with a couple of Sons and she feels slightly unnerved when he gestures to her and they look over but she needn’t have worried as they merely exchange rides and part ways.

The whole drive back is silent and when they arrive at the garage they sit for a while, tired yet grateful to be coming home. The sun is coming up and it's hard to believe how fast it all happened. One minute you’re complaining that you’re bored the next…well…you wish you were still bored…because some things you can’t ever take back. Some things though, she can; and she fully intended to.

“Hey, j? She begins, “I'm sorry for being a dick to you in the office earlier, it just came out before I even thought. I know I'm an asshole but right then I really didn’t mean to be.” She lets out a shuddering sigh and leans her head back on the rest, her eyes closed. Apologising was not her strong suit but it was something she could get behind working on.

“Don’t worry bout’ that shit. I got thick skin. An if I ain’t used to you by now...”he chuckles and attempts to wave away her apology but she doesn’t let him.

“No. No…I can be a cold ass bitch. I just want you to know that out of everyone I kinda…feel like you deserve it the least…” Her words are grudging but heartfelt and it shows, “If you’d have…” she trails off as a wave of emotion threatens to take her out.

Juice had the good grace to look away, giving her a moment, “Look. I ain’t gonna forget what you did for me tonight…you need anything, i'm your man. Always…” When he looks at her again it's almost shocking and it takes him a beat to react. He tentatively reaches out and wipes the tears from her cheeks and pulls her into a much needed hug.

“Shhh…I gotcha.” He whispered as he held her tightly, his hand rubbing her back in slow circles as she sobs into his shoulder. He holds her for as long as she needs, swaying her gently and not letting go until she pulls away. He cups her cheeks and presses his forehead against hers, “You are a pain in my ass, Princess,” he smiles sadly, “but I am damn glad that you were watchin’ my back tonight.” Juice was done waiting. Done thinking that he wasn’t good enough for her. Done making excuses to not bring her in and never let her go. He was claiming her as his, pure and simple and it was happening right now.

Gazing into his deep smouldering brown eyes, her breath mingled with his and the air became infused with need. A need for comfort and safety and above all a need to be utterly enveloped in his strong arms. She pressed her tear damp lips to his in a soft yet desperate kiss which he gently returned. Cupping the back of her neck he pulled her in, slipping his tongue between her parted lips as he tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Long, languorous and intimate, every lick of his tongue stoked the embers of her arousal. When they part for breath, their lips still touch, betraying the deep attraction that they felt for each other.

“Fuck…nothing quite like a brush with death to light a fire under your ass, huh?” Juice whispered, “You sure about this? You’ve been through hell tonight…you want me to stop, I’ll sto-”

The little growl he made when she pulled him back in went straight to her core. Spreading an aching wetness through her lips and folds. Mirroring her urgency he lifts her smaller form with ease over the console between them to straddle his lap, fully reclining the seat and taking her down with him. Their tongues press and glide sinuously together whilst Juice's strong hands slide down her back to cup her ass, squeezing the generous flesh and grinding her against his rapidly hardening cock.

The need to feel his warm olive skin on hers is maddening, she pulls off her hoodie and t-shirt and casts the unwanted barriers aside as he gazes up at her, awed by the sight. Hands that had lain on her hips now twitched restlessly as he enjoyed the show that he had imagined countless times in his quiet moments, until he saw those perfect lace covered mounds and he couldn’t resist returning his rough hands to her soft skin. Gliding them up to her waist to cup her firm breasts and test their weight in his hands before sliding them around her back to the fastening of her bra and unhooking it, as she returned her hungry lips to his he peeled it from her body and dropped it with the rest on the worn carpeted floor of the car and filled his hands with their yielding softness.

He kneaded her breasts roughly and teased her pebbled nipples until they ached beneath his touch and made her gasp into his kisses. His open mouth dragged over her skin leaving a cooling trail of saliva down her throat and over her collarbone until he reached her tits licking and suckling each in turn as he groaned his praises.

Yanking down the zipper on his hoodie she pushed it off his strong shoulders and hastily removed his white tank. His body was fucking ridiculous, something far too perfect and precious. So smooth and soft and fuck he smelled so good. He was like fuckin’ art, like a marble sculpture come to life. The friction in her pants as she rolled her damp crotch over his hard on was delicious. Eliciting sexy groans as he lavished her breasts with attention, until he eventually gives in to his throbbing cock and releases her nipple with a wet pop. Juice wraps his arms around her waist and scrambling backwards ungainly they somehow manage to switch positions, clambering clumsily into the backseat until she ends up beneath him. He tugs at her work pants impatiently and removes them, boots and all. Juice doesn't wait, once his belt and fly are open he pulls out his aching cock, pushes her panties aside and presses himself inside her with a bone deep groan.

She moaned loudly and arched off of the seat, widening her legs as much as she could in the confined space. His thrusts are shallow and fast at first, taking her for the absolute joy of being alive. Until the abject pleasure of being inside her takes him and his strokes lengthen and deepen, as do his groans of pleasure when the both of them relax into it. Resting on one elbow, his other hand pulls her thigh to his hip and he buries his face into the crook of her neck and loses himself completely inside of her. In the smooth ridges of that silken fist that didn’t want to let go.

Juice pulls back slightly to gaze at the intense pleasure written all over her face, lit up with ecstasy and a little help from the rising Californian sun. Her eyes meet his and a smile plucks at the corners of her lips, earning her a contagious grin that widens hers, bringing her walls down completely.

Her hands slid down his lean muscular back to grasp handfuls of his toned ass, encouraging him to go deeper as she met his thrusts. It earns her a growled chuckle that is almost lost in the moans of pleasure, wet slaps of skin on skin and clinking of his samcro belt buckle as his hips roll and rut between her trembling thighs. His cock hits and drags against her sweet spot making her eyes roll to the whites, melting her pussy into a creamy puddle that leaked out around his dick. She wasn’t quiet either. Moaning and praising his prowess loudly. There was no one around this early but she probably wouldn’t have cared if there was, he felt too good inside.

He's getting close now, she feels it. Hears it. His brow is furrowed, his face flushed. His jaw set as he tried to hold back. Wanting her to come first before he fills her and marks her as his in the most primal way he can. He gave her a warning look and before he could voice his desperate need his impending orgasm triggered hers and she cried out in ecstasy. Fucking her through her climax and his own and coming inside her without a thought of consequence beyond making her his.

As the waves of intense pleasure begin to wane his shaking arms give out and he slumps atop her body and tries to catch his breath and his wits atop his similarly affected lover. His hand snakes up the back of her neck and tangles in the sweat damp hair of her nape and nuzzles her cheek as they pant for air in the now stuffy space.

They lay together quietly on the back seat. Warm in the afterglow, her fingertips ghost along his obliques as he presses soft kisses behind her ear. His nose brushes up into her hairline and he inhales her sweet scent. “So…ah, you wanna maybe go get a beer sometime?” He whispered playfully, smiling into her hair and biting his lip as he waited for her to answer.

“You asking me out on a date, Juice?” She smiled so hard it made her cheeks ache. She hadn’t expected him to ask and her heart swelled with happiness.

He lifted his head and mirrored her goofy grin, “Might be, you gonna say yes?”

She shrugged and felt her face flush, “I mean, I wouldn’t say no to breakfast, I guess.”