Sarah

Why had he stayed over at your place again? How many nights in a row was this? Why had he been seeing you constantly? Seeking you out? Thinking about you, imagining your smile, how your nose creased when you laughed. He loved your laugh, no fuck… not love no way.

You were a distraction, that was all. He couldn't take his eyes off the ball. Couldn't get swept away with a woman. He had other priorities.

How had you done it? Lured him in like this? It was pissing him off! Had you cursed him? Did you have some sort of spell on him? He had even been taking you on fucking dates!! Dates!!! What the fuck, Tommy? He didn’t date, he fucked and then chucked them out.

No... he needed to stop this now. He had business to attend to.

Billy Kimber to deal with, police sniffing around.

He was busy and needed to be focused.

Sighing, he let himself take a deep inhale. Why did your hair have to smell so fucking good? Like fresh flowers in the field, reminding him of when he was out riding his horse. And your skin… it was so soft, so kissable. He had traced every part of your skin with his lips.

Tommy began to feel angrier the more he thought about it. How had he let himself become so weak?! He had to get up, get dressed, and escape. Then, he would just turn all of these strange feelings off. Revert to being cold and distant.

If he was mean enough and pushed you away, you would take the hint. He was single, and the best way to get over someone was to get under them. Lizzie would happily oblige. He would just fuck around, get you out of his system.

It was the only way.

You shifted slightly next to him, letting out a little moan as you got comfortable. Why did that make his chest feel strange? His heart was fucking fluttering. Fluttering!! How did that happen? he left his heart in France, he was sure of it.

Your small hand entwined with his, as you snuggled closer. And fuck!! His cock went against all of his thoughts, and got hard. No…. No … not now. He had just psyched himself up into leaving. No way was he gonna end up like John. Married with a tribe of kids!

No thank you!

He would let himself hold you for five more minutes, and then leave. Just five, that wouldn’t hurt. He just had to block his thoughts out of his head. Stop overthinking. He had made the right decision, he had to do what was right. What was best for him.

And finishing this now, before it went too far, was the best option. He had to do it now, today, as soon as possible. Just man up and do it. In .... four minutes... just four more.

Bending his head, he sniffed your hair again. Wishing he could bottle the smell, it seemed to calm him. You seemed to calm him; he had been stressed yesterday. After a meeting with Campbell, you had calmed him down. Without even trying.

You were just there, just held him, kissed him. Talked to him, without asking too many questions. He hated questions. You were smart, you knew not to delve too far into his personal affairs.

“Are you smelling my hair?” You asked with a giggle, voice still sounding tired.

“Nope,” he lied, letting his fingers drift along your cleavage. He loved your breasts, just more than a handful. Made to fit into his palm, with the most suckable rose pink nipples.

Why couldn’t life just be this simple? Just pause this moment, laying in bed together. In peace … in happiness…

“Liar,” you laughed, leaning back to look into his eyes. His sparkling blue orbs staring straight back at you. Though he had a slight frown creasing his brow. His grip on your waist tightened, as he bent to kiss your full lips.

You rocked your hips against his, rolling your ass over his erection. “I... erm... I need to go,” he breathed out through a hiss. Wanting to sink inside of you, just one last time… But even he thought that would be a total dick move. He didn’t want to use you like that. You deserved better.

“Ok,” you breathed out, trying to hide the disappointment from your voice.

You wanted him to stay, to hold you, kiss you, let your bodies mould together. Turning in his arms, you looked up at him. Attempting to read his expression. He seemed….

Angry? Confused, maybe? He was hard to read, maybe he was just tired. You both didn't get much sleep last night.

Propping up on your elbows, you hovered over him. Letting your nose rub against his, with a smile. His fingers caressed lightly along your jaw, before gripping your chin. And pulling you in for a searing kiss. It soon turned passionate, hands exploring skin.

Like he was kissing you for the last time…

“Fuck,” he muttered before pulling away.

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, his head falling to his chest. Fingers raking through his hair. Before reaching for his beloved cigarettes, lighting one, he inhaled, blowing the smoke up to the ceiling.

“Talk to me … what’s wrong, Tommy?” You questioned, shuffling toward him. The sheet wrapped around your body, shielding you from the cool morning air.

Pulling his underwear on, he stood up. Searching around the room for his clothes, as he took another drag from his cigarette. Your question was left hanging in the air, remaining unanswered. His cold glare met yours.

Catching your eye and quickly looking away, he began to pull his trousers on.

“I … can’t do this,” he finally spoke, cigarette hanging from between his lips.

You felt like you had been slapped, visibly shrinking back. I can't do this, you knew what that meant. But still, you felt you had to ask. Taking a moment to think, you looked back up at him.

"Do what?" Eyes flicking back to you, he extinguished the cigarette in a glass next to your bed.

"This," he replied, gesturing between you both with his outstreched palm.

“Us, ey... this... thing... whatever this is,"

A lump formed in your throat, do not cry, do not fucking cry, Y/n. Grabbing his shirt, he slid his left arm into it. Clearly focused on getting dressed and leaving here as soon as he could.

"Oh..." slipped from your lips.

Oh?! Seriously, Y/n, was that all you could say? Oh!! Idiot!!! So the past few months had been for nothing? He had wasted your time? You didn't mean anything to him?

Nothing at all?

Pausing, Tommy looked at your face. You seemed stunned, confused, and your eyes were watery. No... don't fucking cry, please don't cry. He couldn't see you upset, couldn't leave you here crying. He would have to give in and comfort you. Stroke your hair, and promise he will make it better.

"I... I don't have time for anything, for this," he gestured again with his palm. "I'm busy, and well, we had fun, yeah?" Tucking his shirt into his trousers, he waited for you to answer.

"Fun?" you scoffed, slipping from the bed. The thin sheet barely covering your body. "That's what last night was, a last bit of fun? Before you threw me away?" Tommy scrunched his eyebrows together.

"You didn't have to stay over, you could have just left after you came inside me," You spat bitterly, walking across the room.

Just go, you prayed, just leave. You would not break down in front of him.

One minute, he was spending all of his spare time with you. Wining and dining you, spending the night, then now? He was too busy? Fuck him! Hearing him shuffling around behind you, you poured a glass of water in your kitchen.

"Y/n ... listen... It's not you," he began, crossing the room to stand behind you. “Don’t think that,”

Spinning around, you physically pushed him away. "Do not say, it's not you, it's me," you snarled, wanting to laugh out loud at this turn of events. "At least own it, Tommy. You are bored with me, plain and simple."

That was so far from the truth, but he couldn't admit that.

It would only make this harder.

"I'm... fuck … that's not," he couldn't even vocalise how to explain his feelings.

"Just go," you warned, pointing to the door. Your voice shaking with emotion. Tommy took another step... "Go!" you screamed, tears streaming down your face.

Sighing, he lowered his head and walked away. Leaving you absolutely shattered....

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"I paid Joe $5,000 cash to bring me in here."

"Remind me to fire his ass in the morning."

"I will, if I'm still here." He moves toward the phone to call security.

"Are you really going to kick me out so soon?" You stand up and let your silver sequined dress fall to the floor, revealing matching red lingerie. His eyes move up and down over your body.

"I might be persuaded to let you stay." He says with a playful smirk. He lays the gun down on the side table and walks toward you.

"Get on your knees, honey."

"Oh no, Elvis. Tonight I'm the boss." You say, giving him a devilish smile. He thinks about what this means and looks at you again standing there in your bra and panties.

"I'm not sure about that, honey."

"Can you follow instructions?" He's never had a woman come in and take charge like this. He can't tell if he likes it. You take two steps towards him and lay your hand on his chest where his jumpsuit is open. Then you whisper in his ear.

"I asked if you could follow instructions." A shiver runs down his spine and electricity gathers between his legs. He likes it.

"Yes, baby, I think I can." You back away from him and sit on the bed again.

"Good boy. Take your suit off." He nods and unzips his jumpsuit, removing the heavy mirrored belt and dropping it gently on the floor.

"Don't lose that." He picks the belt up again and raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, why is that?"

"You'll see. Now, suit, off." He finishes removing the light blue jumpsuit and stands before you totally nude.

"What's next, baby?" He asks nervously.

"Put your belt back on." You smile deviously as he picks up the belt again.

"Honey, are you sure?"

"Put it back on." You say firmly, but playfully. He wraps the belt around his waist and fastens it. You look him up and down, noticing how hard his cock is as it twitches where it stands. You reach out and grab the top of his belt, dragging him over to where you sit on the bed. You reach back and unclasp your bra, dropping it to the floor. You stand up just long enough to slide your panties to the floor and then sit back down on the edge of the bed.

"Get on your knees." You direct him, tugging downward on the belt. He obliges, situating himself between your legs. You spread your thighs and put one on each of his shoulders. Then you run your fingers in his hair and drag his face forward to your pussy.

"I want to come twice before I touch your cock." He nods and leans forward, pressing his mouth to your dripping center. He starts by running his tongue up your slit and stopping at your clit. He licks over and around it in circles, lapping at the core of your desire. He moans softly and you throw your head back as he works. You notice he's touching himself as he licks you.

"Did I say you could do that?" You ask, pushing his head away from your clit.

"No."

"Then stop." He groans and stops stroking his cock.

"Use your hands." He runs the hand he had on himself up your thigh and presses two fingers into you. His other hand is around your thigh. You guide his head back down until his tongue makes contact with your throbbing clit. You are ready to come undone at his touch. He goes back to working his mouth over and around you, and pleasure runs through you uncontrollably. You throw your head back and moan.

"Yes, just like that baby. Don't stop." He follows instructions and keeps devouring your pussy, sliding his long fingers in and out of you fervently, his rings pushing up against your entrance. You feel the coil of pleasure tightening in your belly and know your orgasm will meet you soon. Still, he continues to lick and lap at you passionately. It's like he's trying to earn the next step by fucking you so well with his mouth. Finally, you feel the coil snap and your orgasm washes over you with wave after wave of pulsating ecstasy.

But he doesn't stop. You demanded two and he follows instructions. He runs his tongue up either side of your clit before sliding it back and forth over your sensitive bud. He eats you like its his last meal, licking and sucking and pushing his fingers in and out deeply. Finally, you feel a second orgasm gather between your legs and moan as it slams into you, filling you with an electric current that buzzes out to your fingertips and back again. Your fingers are still wrapped in his hair, so you pull his head back off of you. He looks up at you, chin and lips wet with your arousal. His eyes are searching yours for what comes next, hoping it's satisfaction for himself.

"Stand up." Again, he listens, wiping his mouth with his hand. You scoot backwards on the bed and grab his belt, pulling him on top of you.

"I want you to fuck me until I tell you to stop." He nods, lining the tip of his dick up with your sopping wet entrance.

"Can I start?" He asks almost innocently.

"Yes." You reach around and grab his ass, plunging him deep inside you.

"Oh god." He moans as he feels your tight wetness envelop him. As he picks up a steady rhythm of fucking into you, you hear the jingling of the chains on his belt. It's a rhythmic sound that pounds in time with his balls slapping against your ass, your hips slamming together in controlled chaos. The sound is unbearably satisfying and the combination of the chains tickling your hips and the cool, smooth surface of the belt against your stomach is a new kind of delicious.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come." He whispers to you. Just when you think he's close, you push him out of you and onto his back.

"Stop." He groans and rolls over reluctantly. He was so close to coming that his balls are crying out for a release. You climb on top of him and realign his cock with your entrance. Then, you slide down onto him slowly, letting him feel every inch of him enter you.

"Baby, can I please just..." he begs and tries to fuck you from underneath. You stop him moving with him pushed deep inside you.

"Did I say you could move like that?"

"No ma'am." He answers desperately. He's tantalizingly close to coming. You sit up on your knees with just the tip of him inside you. Then, you proceed to bounce up and down on the top inch of his cock, teasing him.

"Oh, fuck, baby, you're gonna kill me." He half moans, half whines.

"You want more?"

"Yes, fuck."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want your pussy."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck me right now."

"Who's the boss?"

"You are, baby. Oh god, you are."

"That's right." You drop down onto him, letting him fill you fully. He groans loudly and leans his head back, with his mouth partially open.

You grab onto the thick belt and pull against it as you grind on him, pushing him deeper and deeper, the cold mirrored surface of the belt rubbing against your clit. When you feel his movements change as he approaches his release, you pull up off of him. He whimpers, thinking you're going to tease him again, but instead you pull his whole cock into your mouth and suck.

"FUCK." His hips buck up into you as he comes hard and you swallow every drop. You use the belt to hold him still against the bed while you finish sucking his release from him. His legs start to shake and he whimpers again. You lick up the bottom of his shaft one last time and then sit up and lay next to him on your back on the bed, both of you sweating and breathing heavily. He turns his head to look at you and you look at him.

"Feel free to break into my suite whenever you want."

You roll over and kiss him softly on the mouth. He's a little shocked by the tenderness with which you kiss him after the way you just fucked him, but he doesn't argue.

"I need to go." You whisper as you roll over to stand up.

"Go? Now just a minute, honey, you don't have to rush off."

"I really do." You pull your underwear and bra back on and slide the shiny silver dress back on over your head. When you slip your shoes on, Elvis stands up to protest. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist. He puts his arms around you too, but the embrace doesn't last long as you unfasten the belt and pull it off of him.

"What...?" You wrap the belt around your own waist and fasten it. Your hips are wide enough to keep it on you. He looks at you in stunned disbelief.

"Are you really leaving?"

"I am."

"And you're taking my belt."

"Mhmm. Is that a problem?" He should say yes, he's supposed to wear it again, but he doesn't. Instead he shakes his head and gives you an incredulous smile. He'll come up with some excuse about why he won't wear it again.

"You're somethin' else, you know that?"

You walk to the door of the suite, belt jangling as your hips swing. When you turn back to look at him, he's sitting on the side of the bed naked. You blow him a kiss and walk out the door, closing it quietly behind you.

He never sees you, or his belt, ever again.

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“Looks like Juice is goin’ in for the kill.”

Chibs glances over to where Jax is pointing, the kitchen area, mistletoe hanging underneath the door arch. Juice is walking you over towards it, grinning wide with excitement. 

“Not on my fuckin’ watch,” Chibs mutters, knocking back his whisky before he storms over.

You catch Chibs’ eye as he approaches, his steps filled with rage. He’s pissed, but there’s something else there too. Juice doesn’t notice him approaching, he’s too busy leaning in for a kiss. 

Just as his lips get closer, Chibs grabs Juice by the arm, yanking him back. “Not happening, prick,” he growls, his voice low and threatening.

Juice stumbles, looking confused. “What the hell, man?”

Chibs growls and tightens his grip on Juice’s arm. He meets your gaze, his eyes daring, challenging.

“You’re not kissing anyone, lass,” he mutters, signalling for Juice to jog on. Once Juice does, he whispers to you, “You’re not kissin’ anyone but me.”

You bite your lip, feigning innocence. “What do you mean, Chibs?”

His eyes scan around the room, making sure your Mom is occupied before he guides you out of the clubhouse and around the back. “I think you know what I mean.”