The Psycho (The Soldiers of Anarchy 1)

Chapter Thirty-One

Adam

Another night spent with Olivia, and another morning where I woke up feeling more rested than I had done in years. She had that effect on me. An effect no one else had ever achieved. Not the soldiers, not any one of the foster families I’d been in growing up. No one. I always knew she was made for me.

I felt her wriggle in my arms as she started to wake up, and I brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her cheek. She smiled before she’d even opened her eyes and sighed.

“That’s a nice way to be woken up, although I quite enjoyed the other way you woke me last night.”

She stretched and then wrapped her arms around me. It felt good to lie here like this with her. I just wished that I could lock us in this room forever and never escape. Keep her here with me, protected from the outside world. But I had a job to do, and I knew I would have to leave her at some point this morning. I’d never be far away, and I’d always have my eyes on her, but I had to go back home. Do my duty as a fucking soldier in this town.

“I’m looking forward to hearing all about these fantasies of yours.” I nuzzled into her neck, my new favourite place, and then I bit her gently as I said, “It better not include any threesomes, though. You know me well enough to know I don’t share.”

“I think you’re more than enough for me. I don’t need anyone else,” she replied, scraping her fingernails across the back of my head, making me shiver with how good it felt.

“Too fucking right.” I lifted my head up then planted a kiss on her lips. “I might have a few fantasies of my own,” I added.

It was her turn to raise her eyebrow at me, and a sly smile spread over her lips.

“You may need to ease me in gently. I’m not sure I’m ready for the full impact of an Adam Noble fantasy yet. Maybe start me with the beginner’s level and then we can lead up to intermediate and expert.”

I laughed because she was right, she knew me so well. Some of the things I had planned for us were downright filthy, and I couldn’t fucking wait.

“The beginner’s level, huh? Well, I guess there is the shower fantasy I had not so long ago.”

She grinned and said, “Shower? I love it. Go on.”

“I’m not gonna tell you,” I said, giving her another kiss. “I’d rather show you.”

She sprang up to a sitting position then threw her legs over the side of the bed to stand up.

“Come on then, soldier. Show me what you’ve got.”

I loved her enthusiasm, and I followed her as she held my hand and led me to her bathroom. She insisted that we both brush our teeth before getting into the shower. It didn’t bother me, but it was kind of cute, standing with her at the sink and brushing together like a married couple. It made me feel warm inside, being connected to someone else like this. Standing completely naked with her and doing something so mundane, and yet, it was everything. It was as if my world had gone from black and white, dull and meaningless, to vivid colour since she’d walked into my life, and I never wanted it to end.

She reached into her shower and put her hand under the spray of water to test it out, and then, when she was satisfied that it was ready, she started to walk slowly backwards into the shower, pulling me along with her and grinning at me as she did.

“This is your fantasy,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck as the water cascaded over both of us. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to.”

I huffed out a laugh, appreciating her gesture, but knowing her well enough to know that if she wanted to mix things up, or change anything, she would. Nobody could tell my Olivia what to do. Not even me.

“When you sent me that photo,” I whispered in her ear over the sound of the water rushing down. “The one of your face after you’d used that… thing.”

“Ronnie?” she answered.

“Yes, that. I went into my shower, and I thought of you. I pictured us together, like this.”

I started to kiss her, grabbing her ass in my hands and squeezing, then pulling her hips tightly towards mine, pressing my body to hers. She lifted her leg up and wrapped it around my waist, and I held her thigh in place. My cock brushed against her pussy, desperate to be inside her. But I didn’t want to rush this. I wanted to take my time and savour every inch of her.

“Did you fuck me hard against the tiles? Did you make me scream?” she asked, reaching down to take my cock in her hand and stroke me, her thumb rolling gently over my piercing.

“I did, but I got to taste you first.”

She gave a little moan, and then in classic Olivia style, she showed me exactly why she was my girl.

“But that’s not fair. You got to taste me last night. I haven’t tasted you yet.”

I knew she’d find some way to try and take control, but when she was looking at me with her eyes wide, like my perfect girl begging to have her favourite treat, how could I refuse?

“I guess I could change it up a little, just for you,” I said, and she smiled and bit her lip.

I held my breath as she sank to her knees in the shower in front of me. I angled the shower head away from her and glanced down as she held me in her hand and then licked around the head of my cock, flicking my piercing with her tongue and playing with it. I gritted my teeth and took slow steady breaths watching her stroke and lick me, teasing me until I felt like I’d explode if she didn’t take me down her throat.

When she started to cup my balls with her other hand and massage, using her nails to tickle and stroke me there, I felt shots of pure fucking ecstasy sparking all over my body. I rocked my hips as she stroked, licked and sucked my cock so fucking good I could barely breathe. The sensations she was creating were mind-blowing, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She had never looked more beautiful than she did now. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth wrapped around my cock, her hair wet and plastered to her back as she took care of me.

Then, she grabbed my ass and took me deeper into her throat, so I held her hair, thrusting into her. I was so close, and I had to hold onto the tiles with one arm to support myself. The other was firmly in her hair, guiding her, making her go faster, showing her what I wanted.

“I’m gonna come,” I grunted, but I didn’t let go of her head. I thrust into her mouth and fucked her throat until I could feel myself pulse and thicken, and then I came right down her throat, gasping and groaning as I did, and she moaned back. I could feel her throat gripping me tighter as she swallowed gently, taking every drop I had to give her, and then she opened her eyes to look up at me, and fuck, the wave of emotions that surged through me in that moment almost made me stumble.

She was perfect.

She was mine.

And I couldn’t deny it anymore. I fucking loved her, and I wanted her to know.

I moved my hand from her hair to stroke her cheek.

“That was so good, baby.” I was so fucking gone I’d even called her baby, and I hated that name. But in that moment, I’d cut my own chest open and rip my heart out if she asked me to.

Slowly, I pulled out of her mouth, but she held onto me like she didn’t want me to leave, and when she planted a gentle kiss on the end of my cock, I laughed and pulled her up to standing.

“What was that for?”

“I wanted to kiss you, and by the way, you taste fucking amazing.”

I couldn’t help myself; I crashed my lips onto hers and kissed the ever-loving fuck out of her, pushing her against the tiles and grabbing both of her legs to wrap them around me. I wanted to own her, possess her, carve myself into her and live as one together for the rest of our lives. She drove me crazy but in a good way. This was an insanity I’d happily drown in.

“Just fuck me already,” she gasped, pulling her lips away from mine and then grinding herself against me.

“This is my fantasy, remember? I let you have your fun, but now… you do as you’re told.”

She bit her lip and nodded, looking at me with the devil in her eyes like the little minx she was.

I knew how I wanted her, and it wasn’t like this. I wanted to watch my cock sinking into her tight pussy. I wanted her bent over, legs open and ready for me.

“Turn around,” I growled, and she slid down my body, putting her feet on the floor and then turned and glanced seductively at me over her shoulder.

The way her wet hair clung to her back and the beads of water that trickled down her face and over her body made me hungry for more, ravenous.

“Hands on the wall,” I instructed, and as she did, I pulled on her waist, making her lean forward. “I need you bent over,” I added. “Ass out and ready for me.” She gasped as I ran my fingers in-between her legs, stroking her pussy and rubbing her clit. “If you move your hands, I will stop.” But I knew she wouldn’t, because once I started fucking her hard from behind, she’d need that wall to hold herself steady.

I took a moment to just look at her, stood there with her hands splayed on the tiles, her legs open and her pussy glistening, inviting me in.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I ran my hand down her back and then grabbed her ass in both hands, opening her up to me. She moaned as I started to rub my cock in-between her legs, teasing her with my piercing and the promise of a fast hard fuck.

With one hand on her hip and the other holding my cock, I pushed into her, my heart damn near beating out of my chest as I watched myself sink inside of her. I felt her soft walls gripping me tightly and heard the way her breathing changed as I filled her, burying myself balls deep.

“Hold on tight, baby,” I warned and grabbed her hips in both of my hands as I slammed into her over and over again. Her nails started to rake down the walls as she felt each one of my thrusts, my cock stretching her, claiming her, proving to her once and for all that we were fucking made for each other.

“Fuck yes,” she cried as I kept up a punishing speed, driving my cock into her tight little pussy. “Faster, Adam. Fuck me harder.”

I loved making her this needy and desperate, and I did exactly what she wanted. I always would. I thrust into her so hard she could barely hold on, and feeling her legs start to give way, I reached forward to grab onto her hair and pull her upwards so her back was to my front. I pushed her into the tiles, thrusting up into her and telling her, “Good girl. Are you ready to come for me?”

She reached her arm behind to grab my neck and turned to kiss me as best she could with how breathless she was, then she moaned, “I’m ready. I’m so ready.”

I reached around to rub her clit and she put her hand over mine, both of us rubbing her as I pounded into her and then I felt her walls clamp down around my cock. I held her up as we both came together. I fucking exploded inside of her, and she contracted hard around me, milking every last drop that she could.

We clung to each other as the sensations lingered, wave after wave of what I can only describe as pure fucking heaven. Then, I slowly pulled out of her and she turned in my arms, and we held each other as we stood under the water.

“If that was the beginner’s level, I can’t wait to see what comes next,” she said, and I could feel her smiling as she buried her face into my chest.

“There is no beginner’s level where you’re concerned,” I told her. “You’re a class all of your own.”