Chapter 27: Night Before
*Nerves. Breakfast of would-be champions. – Taz*
By New Years their relationship was no longer an open secret. But neither Taz nor Riffraff were certain what the relationship was. Taz was starting to hope that maybe the relationship was going to go somewhere. Riffraff was still fighting with himself.
Christmas night, Riffraff had gotten home after she had gone to bed. She was woken up by him gently nibbling on her lips. After a serious make out session, she came on his hand. Watching how he had licked her juices off his fingers, caused a tremor to run down her body.
He then gave her a small box. Riffraff sat with his back to the wall with her bare back to his bare chest. He had on Harley Davidson pajama pants that were on either side of her bare legs. The only thing that she wore was the necklace that the brothers from the mother house had given her.
In the small box was a bracelet made to look like a motorcycle chain that was an iridescent rainbow. There was a small heart attached that had HOW engraved on it.
“Hell On Wheels?”
Smiling against her neck he suggested that she say that if anyone asked. He then moved and turned her face to his so he could watch her reaction. “Herbert Oliver Wilkes.”
Taz reached up and caressed his cheek, whispering his name back to him. They ended up making out again.
Tonight, the night before her first Bellator fight, she lay nervously wrapped up in his arms.
He kept telling her that she would be fine, she would do great. Taz turned in his arms and kissed him desperately. “Riff, fuck me.”
Riffraff rolled her to her back and settled himself between her legs. Resting on his elbows, he looked down at her and found himself praying for strength.
“No.” he said softly and then held her still beneath him. “Jasmine. Listen to me baby.” Brushing tears away with his thumb, he leaned down and kissed her. “You have worked so hard, and your goal is within reach. I won’t let you throw away the promise that you made to yourself.”
“I need you, Riff.” She countered quietly.
Shifting, he pressed himself onto her and she moaned, moving against him. “Baby, I need you too. But I need you to come to me because you want me. Not because you’re nervous or scared.”
Taz considered arguing, but realized that he was right. She let out a sigh and then looked up at him. “Now I’m nervous and horny.”
Licking his lips, he smiled at her. “I have a cure for the horny that will make you forget the nerves.”
“What’s that?” Taz asked as he began to place kisses on a trail down her body.
“A late night snack.” Came the muffled reply as he moved down her stomach.
“I’m not hungry.” She said watching him.
“But I am.” He said yanking the small thong off of her. Riffraff looked down at her freshly waxed mound. “Very hungry.”
He placed her feet on his shoulders and spreading her thighs with his forearms. “Very. Fucking. Hungry.”
