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Scorned: Chapter Five. Chibs Telford X Reader

Chapter Five: Obligations and Pleasures

Total smut towards the end. 18+ only.

Previous Chapter Found HERE

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Something that Y/N had quickly discovered that seemed to be a requirement when it came to dating the King of SAMCRO was her place as the confidant for every ol lady. Although there weren’t many ol ladies remaining in the inner circle of SAMCRO nowadays.

It felt more often than not that one SAMCRO ol lady in particular came to Y/N for guidance.

Brooke Putner seemed to find herself at Y/N’s antique shop more often not not seeking the older woman’s advice when it came to navigating their world.

Y/N had been a bit thrown off at first. In her opinion, she knew very little of how to navigate in this world, as she’d not exactly been involved in it as long as Brooke seemed to have been.

She’d told herself that perhaps it was just that Brooke was so young, in her very early twenties, and that was a confusing time for anyone, especially when you added on the odd environment of SAMCRO.

Her hesitation to be some kind of guiding light to Brooke had been quickly squashed by one Venus Van Dam.

Venus had broken the cold hard truth to Y/N pretty soon after Brooke had begun coming to her for advice, and Y/N had found herself admitting that she felt as though she was not the best person to seek out for advice to Venus.

Y/N could still remember the words that had been said to her by Venus Tig’s ol lady breaking it all down for her over a glass of wine and a shared joint. “You, My dear, are the First Lady of SAMCRO. I’ve told you before, you are the Queen rather you want it or not. Dating Dear Chibs, means that you are his partner in this life. Don’t forget that you two are not just the typical SAMCRO couple. You don’t get the luxury of sinking into the background and doing your own thing in this life. Chibs is very much the face of SAMCRO. He’s club president and that means eyes of other charters and even eyes within this charter are all on him. Other charters look to Chibs to know how to navigate any business related to the Sons as a whole. Don’t get me wrong the other charters have their own things going on, but if SAMCRO makes a big call on something related to club business as a whole then other charters tend to follow in suit, especially if it's related to coexisting with other clubs and big business like the gun running the boys used to be tied up in. The Sons are watching. That means eyes are on you too. Ol ladies and any hopeful ol ladies look to you as guidance on how to navigate being an ol lady. You are a shining example of how to love a man in this life. You have to get comfortable being a mother superior of sorts to the ladies around here. You may even have to be den mother to the Sons. These boys are going to come to you too looking for that guidance in areas Chibs might not be inclined to provide a woman’s touch to. You have to accept the role you’ve agreed to even if you aren’t certain of it..”

Y/N had realized that Venus unfortunately had a point.

Dating Chibs Telford was not without its strange obligations.

If she loved him any less she knew that she might not be so inclined to take on all the roles she was meant to fill in the life she’d begun to build with him.

So, she’d done her very best to be mom to the other ladies in the club and occasionally provide guidance to the men of the club as well, usually on matters concerning the women in their lives.

That meant that she once again found herself standing behind the sales counter on a lazy Sunday listening to the latest issue Brooke seemed to be having with her boyfriend.

In Y/N’s opinion Ratboy was not often the most mature man at least when it came to Brooke. Though she guessed that was to be expected at his age. He was still young and still probably had a little growing up to do when it came to dealing with the romantic aspect of his life.

Y/N had gotten to know the Sons who shared a patch with her boyfriend during her time in Chibs’ life.

Ratboy was loyal; it was something Chibs had praised him for. The young man knew when to shut up when it came to club business. He was intensely loyal to the point that he went above and beyond for the club. When he did speak up when it came to club matters he proved that he was able to provide an insightful bit of analysis and ideas that could be beneficial. She had a feeling that the intense loyalty he showed had played a crucial role in earning him a full-patch.

Y/N felt that Ratboy was honestly a little too serious; a little too concerned on behaving how he believed a Son should. Y/N found him to be too moody at times and sometimes high strung. The other Sons seemed to enjoy poking at that uptight part of his personality. Tig in particular enjoyed giving him a hard time.

Y/N had noticed that the moodiness and uptight parts of Ratboy’s personality could create friction between Brooke and him.

Y/N more often than not had found herself feeling like a relationship counselor for the pair.

She tried to keep a sympathetic ear as Brooke whined she toying with a few bits of loose change that had landed on Y/N’s salescounter. “I just don’t get why he’s being such a jerk about this. He was just fine with me working odd jobs when it came to club. He had no problem with me being around Diosa even doing odd jobs around the office for Nero . He said nothing the entire time I was working around the clubhouse and being childcare for the Teller kids, but now that I’ve taken this waitressing job, me serving someone is suddenly a big problem.”

Y/N sighed knowing exactly what the issue was. She knew how Ratboy probably viewed this waitressing job Brooke had taken at a diner on Main Street. He didn’t like his ol lady serving anyone. It was all about stupid male pride. He most likely viewed the waitress gig as a signal that he could not take care of his ol lady if she was taking a job serving the locals of Charming. He most likely saw it as shameful for him not paying any mind to how beneficial it could be for Brooke to earn her own way.

She decided to be blunt enough about her observations. “It’s pride. He views the job as being beneath you.”

“That’s stupid. How is it any different from me babysitting. I was serving someone then and being paid far less for it.” Brooke exclaimed Y/N shaking her head at the comment.

She held back the desire to point out that Brooke’s babysitting had served the club. She was being a good ol lady then. Now she was doing something that Ratboy felt did not exactly benefit the club.

She held back this observation knowing it would only create more drama for the couple and possibly in result drama for Chibs.

She decided to take more neutral approach. “He’s young. Trust me, guys are full of so much testosterone that they don’t know what to do with it.”

“Are older men filled with less testosterone?” Brooke dared to ask Y/N smirking at the question almost certain Chibs might not appreciate that observation.

She bit back the desire to state that: yes on occasion they were. She spoke knowing that Chibs and most of the male population would highly disagree with her observations. In fact they’d most likely cry sexism as though most of the guys in the club weren’t quick to make broad generalizations about women. “Older guys just know how to manage it better. Trust me, young guys are filled with too much ego,unearned pride, cum, and fragile masculinity. It takes a bit for them to mellow out and grow the hell up. It’s a curse, they say men mature slower than women. I don’t know if that’s true, I think they’re just socialized to be less mature. They get coddled by mommy and told that they can just sow their wild oats and be boys. Girls have to grow up and be responsible. We get told to take care of everyone and be maternal. Guys get to enjoy youth. It’s just the way of the world. Doesn’t make it right, but it’s the lot we were stuck with. Once Rat is Tig and Filip’s age he’ll maybe have caught up to you emotionally…or he may never outgrow it, just look at Montez and Happy. Either way it’s just how young guys are. Most women only put up with the machismo because we know it makes the guys we like happy. We tend to humor the bullshit. Doesn’t mean you can’t call him out. It takes work though. Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“So, what you’re saying is it’s hopeless and I’ve got however many more years of his bullshit unless I work to make him grow up.” Brooke groaned, still fidgeting with the small stack of coins on the salescounter.

Y/N sighed the words leaving her before she could stop them. “I’ll talk to Filip about it. Let him have a heart to heart with Rat, maybe if Rat hears that he needs to mellow the hell out from an older guy he respects he’ll chill out.”

“Because hearing it from me isn’t enough?” Brooke asked her already wide eyes growing all the wider another overdramatic groan leaving her lips.

Y/N shook her head suddenly realizing she did not miss being in her early twenties for anything.

She could admit that Brooke reminded her of herself, or the girl she’d been back when she’d married her ex husband.

She’d been willing to take a lot of bullshit becasue she’d lacked the experiance to call it out.

Ezra had married her when she was barely eighteen. It was not until she was older that Y/N had realized that a man in his twenties had zero place sniffing around her back when she was only seventeen and still in high school.

She had realized that Ezra had gone for her because women his own age had been wise enough to call him out on his crap.

Y/N had been young, pliable, and desperate to get out from under her grandfather’s thumb. She’d foolishly seen Ezra’s attention as a sign that she was mature for her age. She’d been so desperate to be seen as a mature adult that she’d ignored red flags.

She saw that insecurity she’d been brimming with back then in Brooke. She’d also spotted the less than happy homelife. Y/N just hoped that perhaps Brooke did not make the same mistakes and missteps Y/N had taken to get out of an undesirable homelife.

She cringed as Brooke spoke a heavy sigh leaving her. “And he’s started sprouting off that if I need money that bad I could move in with him. I don’t know maybe he’s right.”

“Get your own money first. Get yourself a studio apartment and live alone first. Learn to stand on your own feet before you rely on him.” Y/N was quick to exclaim cringing at the sterness in her own voice.

“You don’t think we’re ready for it?” Brooke asked, her eyes growing all the wider. Y/N grimaced, spotting a hint of defiance in the young woman’s eyes.

She resisted the urge to roll her own eyes, familiar enough with girls Brooke’s age to know that the second an older person told them they weren’t ready for something it just pushed them to do it to prove that they were totally mature and grown enough for it. “I just think that it’s never wise to jump into anything without carefully considering if it’s something you really want or if it’s just an easy solution compared to all other options. Trust me, there’s no race to some finish line. You aren’t going to get a medal if you jump right into moving in with him. Take your time and if he gives a shit about you then he’ll be mature enough to realize that you have to prove you can take care of yourself and not just rely on him to do it for you.”

She paused before Brooke had a chance to push the issue and make any claims that she was not mature enough for whatever Rat seemed to be insisting was a good relationship move. “I will talk to Filip about what Rat’s been pulling. Rat probably just needs a good firm kick in the ass, at least verbally. Trust me, Filip won’t say anything that isn’t deserved. He takes care of everyone, you know that. If he knows this is upsetting you, then I’m sure he’ll have a talk with Rat and get him to stop being such an ass. He cares about you and he’s going to want you to be taken care of and treated fairly.”

She paused fast to offer her own services. “And if it doesn’t work then I’ll do it. Rat won’t give me shit if I say anything; I’m an extension of Chibs Telford. I don’t get sass.”

The comment seemed to mellow Brooke out just the slightest her shoulders losing tension and a small hint of a smile crossing her features.

The two women did not have much of a chance to continue the conversation, the bell above the entrance to the shop ringing as it opened one of the men they’d been discussing entering the shop.

Chibs made a beeline for the sales desk giving Brooke a fond smile as he spoke. “Hey, Sweetheart, are ye doin alrigh?”

“I’m fine.” Brooke remarked the expression on her face not exactly matching the comment about being fine.

Chibs’ eyes met Y/N’s and she sent him a look that read I’ll tell you later.

Brooke gathered her purse, her voice sounding drained, though the tension in her shoulders loosened. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you later, Chibs. Thanks, for everything Y/N.”

Chibs did not speak again until Brooke was long gone leaving the pair alone. “Girl trouble shite?”

Y/N smirked fast to comment unable to stop herself from pushing his buttons just the slightest. “Not girl trouble as in her period if that’s what you’re asking.”

Chibs groaned at the comment he fast to speak. “Not what I meant by girl trouble and ye know it, ye brat.”

Y/N shook her head grabbing the spare change Brooke had been fidgeting with and shoving it in her register knowing even if her drawer was long it would only be by a few cents. “Relationship drama.”

“Aye, again? Shite, don’t miss bein young. Did ye tell her young lads are fuckin idiots?” Chibs remarked leaning against the counter causing Y/N to roll her eyes slightly, clearly able to spot that he was attempting to slyly peek down the navy blue sundress she was wearing and admire her cleavage. Although, Y/N knew if she called him out on it he’d only try to exclaim that he was only admiring the pearl necklace she was wearing…after making an innuendo filled pun about pearl necklaces knowing it would make her let out a disgusted groan and claim he’d been hanging around Tig too long.

She sighed remembering the promise she’d made to Brooke knowing she would have to coax her man into it. “Yes, I did. I also maybe possibly told her that you might maybe be willing to give a good talking to to Rat for her.”

“For fucks sake, what I am fuckin Dr. Phil?” Chibs exclaimed, Y/N letting out a small chuckle at the comment not shocked by it.

“No, but you care about her. If he’s making her sad then I know you don’t like it. You’re protective of the women in your life. I know you, Filip.” Y/N pointed out knowing the exact reason Chibs was the slightest bit fond of Brooke.

Chibs had explained Brooke’s background to Y/N soon after Brooke had begun coming to her for advice.

Brooke had a troubled background and mental health concerns that had made her lash out at SAMCRO a few years before. The entire saga behind it was a mess and Y/N felt for the girl. Jax Teller had shown the young girl mercy when she’d wrecked the storefront to Scoops and Sweets as well as Tig’s bike, and had let her work off the damage she’d done to the Scoops and Sweets storefront that operated as the Sons clubhouse.

Losing Jax, Bobby, Gemma, and having Wendy, Nero, and the Teller boys move away had been rough for Brooke. The girl had already struggled with her mental health so the loss was not easy to bear. It had been a lot of loss in quick successions and a lot of hard truths to take all at once.

Y/N knew that Chibs perhaps saw his own daughter in Brooke. Brooke and Kerrianne were close to the same age after all.

Y/N also got the sense that perhaps Chibs had maybe felt kinship with the girl over her troubled background. He’d known more than his own share of heartbreak. He’d come from his own troubled homelife both as a young teen and as a young adult.

So, he’d taken a bit of a paternal role in the girl’s life after all the loss that had happened over the past year and a half.

Chibs let out a small huff as he spoke. “What’s the lad doin that’s got er so bent out of shape?”

“She took some waitressing job and he’s being a jackass about it, plus he’s started throwing around the idea of moving in together as some sort of way to talk her out of the job. I know how you guys are when it comes to ol ladies. He thinks the job is beneath his ol lady and poorly reflects on him, but he needs to shove it and realize it’s not all about him. The job will be good for her. She needs to learn independence instead of relying on some guy.” Y/N explained busying herself with straightening out the merchandise below the counter she almost feared that Chibs might share Ratboy’s opinion on the job being beneath an ol lady.

She was not sure she would have a shining opinion of the man she loved if he shared Ratboy’s opinion on the job being beneath an ol lady of SAMCRO.

Chibs frowned, spotting the passion in her voice when it came to speaking about learning independence and not relying on a man.

He thought back to what he knew about his ol lady’s divorce and just how young she’d been when she’d married.

He had a feeling his ol lady had not known how to stand on her own two feet before she’d married. She had to learn that lesson on her own after her divorce in an environment where she feared the man she’d relied on at one point.

The past decade of his ol lady’s life had been filled with hard fear tinged lessons on independence. She had failed more times than she could count.

He sighed, it hitting him that this fight between Rat and Brooke had struck a nerve in his ol lady. It had maybe brought up some memories she’d sooner rather forget concerning her past. The situation Brooke was in had reminded her of the young woman she had been prior to her divorce.

In her mind she was protecting Brooke from making the same choices she had made and finding the same pain she’d endured.

He made a quick choice, nodding his head. “Aye, I’ll talk to the lad, Love. Yer righ Mo chridhe. It’s important fer her to be able to look out fer herself instead of relyin on Rat. I’ll break it down fer him. Let him know he needs to back off and let her grow into herself. I’ll point out that if he loves her then he needs to let her learn to take care of herself. Yer right, this job’ll be good fer her even if it aint…glamorous.”

He paused, remembering something Gemma had used to say to Sons when they weren’t quite treating their ol ladies right. He spoke although fonder memories of the former Queen of SAMCRO made his heart feel heavy and worn given what he knew about her now. “I’ll remind him ye don’t get the ol lady ye think ye want. Ye get the ol lady ye deserve. I’ll let him know ye get what ye give and if he acts like a wee prick then he’s goin to get nothin but what he deserves in return.”

The comment eased the tension in Y/N’s body; a soft smile crossing her features the sight lifting the worry and irritation right out of Chibs’ frame.

She managed to lean across the counter standing up on her tiptoes to meet his lips as she spoke. “You are a sweet man, Filip Telford.”

He snorted at the comment, his lips pressing to hers before he reluctantly allowed her to pull away. “I told ye before, I am only sweet to ye. Don’t fuckin tell anyone. Gotta keep my reputation as the mean biker president.”

She rolled her eyes, tempted to point out that he was sweet to more people than he realized. She’d not been lying to Brooke, Chibs took care of those in his life. If he cared about you then you were taken care of.

She knew of course that that care only went so far. He had a loyal heart but if you betrayed his trust and proved yourself to be disloyal then you might as well be dead to him.

He’d been betrayed more times than he cared to admit by more people than he cared to think of. He’d had his trust broken more times than he could count.

Still though it seemed that he was not totally hardened by the experiences. He might appear to be standoffish and intense to those outside of SAMCRO’s inner circle, but those who knew him understood that Chibs was the constant father of SAMCRO. He was loving but unafraid to be stern when he needed to be. He was reliable and sturdy both physically and emotionally. He was able to follow his heart when he needed to but was practical enough to realize that in certain situations he could not let his heart overtake his reason.

She knew the man she’d fallen for enough to understand that he was complicated. She knew him well enough though to understand that Chibs Telford took care of his own.

He leaned in, pressing another kiss to her lips, a content hum leaving him. “Ye know, I came ere hopin to talk my ol lady into closin up shop early so I could take er on a bike ride and have some lunch, ye know a wee picnic out in nature, but now she’s talkin bout how sweet I am. It’s makin me want to say forget the bike ride and take her upstairs so I can show I can be jus as filthy as I am sweet.”

She smirked at the comment, it making a warm flush of lust wash over her. It was a sensation she was familiar with when it came to Chibs Telford.

She did find that she loved bike ride with Chibs and he seemed to know it. She had never been on a bike before him but one ride in and she was hooked. Chibs seemed all too aware that she was hooked for life.

This was the same man who had gone out and gotten a bike with a rear seat just for her, trading in the Dyna he used on a day to day basis, a few months into their courtship. Of course the action had gotten him more than a bit of shit from his brothers, but having her on the back of his bike had been well worth it.

Prior to the trade in he’d had to rely on the bike he took for longer runs when he wanted her to ride with him. That meant no spur of the moment bike rides with his ol lady given that he usually left his other bike at home.

The trade in for a bike big enough for more than one rider had been a big step for Chibs. He’d ridden a oneseater for years having zero interest in taking any woman for a ride, not even a croweater. The trade in had been a signal to everyone that Chibs Telford had found himself an ol lady. To those who knew him, the purchase was a sign of commitment.

It was not quite marking Y/N with a crow, but it was still an obvious sign that he was serious about what had been building between them, even only a few months into their romantic relationship.

Y/N found the words knowing just what to say in response to his offer. “We can always do a raincheck on the ride and lunch. I think your ol lady likes to be reminded of just how sweet and filthy you are. I did call you a dirty old man that one time and you loved it.”

She paused a thrill rushing through her at what he was promising, her voice lowering to a more seductive tone knowing just what to say. “Do you want to skip lunch and have me for dessert, Filip?”

“Aye, think I need to taste jus how sweet ye are.” He was fast to reply, a low growl leaving the back of his throat at the seductive tone of voice she’d taken.

She smiled up at him quick to respond. “Let me close up shop then. Go upstairs and get ready for me, Baby. I think I might need to take you for a ride before I get on your bike.”

He gave her backside a swat as she rounded the corner to the lower region of his body filling with a familiar heat at what she was promising him.

She shook her head as she watched him leave the shop heading around hte corner to the iron staircase leading up to her pathetically small apartment.

She had a feeling she was going to ride Chibs Telford a little harder than she might ever dare to ride his bike.

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The room smelled like a hint of the lavender incense she’d lit and the distinct odor that could only be marked by those who were well aware enough as the scent of sex.

Chibs Telford was certain he was in heaven, or at least as close to heaven as a man like him ever might be lucky enough to get.

He laid back on her bed fully nude his cock standing at attention longing for the heat of the woman who he had proudly sitting right on his face.

He kept a tight grip on her thighs holding her over him as she squirmed above him intelligible cries of his name leaving her along with a few broken choice curse words.

He moaned against her soaked center, his cock throbbing at the distinct taste of her; sweet, musky, and salty. There was no one who tasted quite like her as far as he was concerned.

Before her he might have claimed that pussy just tasted like pussy. There was no need to wax poetically about it.

His girl though had a taste that was so distinctly her. It was a taste he was eager to indulge as many times as she would allow it, occasionally diving back in multiple times in one session until she was so overstimulated she was a gasping crying mess.

He could remember the first time they’d made love. How she’d told him that it had been close to a decade since she’d last taken a man to bed.

She’d tried to take a man to bed after her divorce, the very few times she’d attempted to form a romantic relationship after her ex husband.

It had never quite lasted though. Ezra Whitlock did not let his ex wife find new partners. He scared the guys off back when she’d remained in Alaska.

Then when she’d finally realized she had to run from him he’d made it known to her that no matter where she moved, no matter where she tried to disappear to, Ezra would find her.

She had trouble letting men in with the realization that her life was constantly one where she was forced to be on the run.

She’d admitted that most men sensed that she was always looking out for danger, always waiting for the bottom of the basket to fall out.

She came across as paranoid and damaged. In her experience no one liked damaged goods.

Chibs Telford had been quite determined to show that he did not mind any neurotic tendencies nor did he view her as damaged.

He’d told her that it was a damn shame no man had her in so long.

When she’d confessed that the very few experiences she’d had had left her feeling disappointed, Chibs Telford had proudly told her that he was not going to leave her longing for a thing.

He had told her that she’d been relying on men who didn’t know what they were doing with a woman’s body. She’d let boys entertain her instead of men.

Chibs Telford had shown her that he knew how to please her.

Their first time had left her breathless, shaking with the intensity of what she’d realized was probably her first real orgasm, and longing for Chibs Telford to take her again and again and again as many times as he wanted.

Much to her relief, Chibs Telford had been keen to take her again. He had seemed just as addicted to her as she’d been to him.

She could remember the words that had left her upon the first time she’d cum against his tongue and fingers. “I’ve never felt that before…that’s what it’s supposed to feel like.”

She could remember the smug smile he’d given her his lips and facial hair damp with her thoroughly soaked pussy.

He’d spoken to her, that smug tone so clear in his voice. “I jus got started with ye, Love. Wait till ye see what my cock can do.”

He’d proven to her that he was capable of drawing more than one orgasm out of her that night.

It was once again becoming obvious that Chibs Telford was going to draw more than one orgasm out of her before the day ended.

She managed to speak her voice a squeak as she wrapped her hands around the spindles of her metal headboard, her thighs trembling. “Fuck, Filip. Oh my God, please. Fucking eat my pussy, Oh, Baby.”

He moaned against her; she almost certain he was giggling against her but she did not have a chance to focus on it as his sinful tongue slid over her aching clit circling the sensitve bud.

She whined at the action, her thighs trembling all the more certain if she was in any other position she would have snapped her thighs shut from the overstimulation.

She had a feeling that was part of why Chibs Telford seemed to love her sitting on his face. He could keep her spread wide open for him and bury his face against her wet pussy.

She’d been hesitant the first time he’d asked her to try out this position. She could remember the hesitant words that had left her, her cheeks flushed bright pink. “I won’t crush you?”

He’d smirked at her looking all too devilish as he’d laid back on her bed motioning for her to come to him. “Bein crushed by ye will be a pleasure, Love. Can’t think of any other way I’d rather go out than bein suffocated by yer pussy.”

She’d not been amused by the reassurance, but she had long ago realized that Chibs Telford had a way of coaxing her into situations she might be far too shy to try prior to him.

He had taught her quite a bit about her body. He was an eager teacher. When he realized she had only ever owned one vibrator, a small pathetic thing that she’d only pressed to her clit on occasion, he’d bought her a much more intimidating looking thing soothing her anxiety about trying it out and even showing her how to get herself off with it.

He’d happily shown her a few new positions she’d never dared to try out, encouraging her to bring up any she was curious about, eager to try it with her.

Needless to say she’d found herself opening a few incognito tabs on her laptop looking up a few positions that had struck her curiosity and maybe sharing those with him.

They had tried out doggy style, which was not entirely new or groundbreaking but was still new to Y/N.

He had shown her that missionary was far from boring, proving that there were far more variations of the position than she’d been aware of.

So far she’d discovered that a favorite for her was something called the butterfly position where she laid down and he rested over her on his knees thrusting into her. He very much seemed to enjoy it when he leaned down enough for her to place her legs over his shoulders when they did this position. She had quickly discovered that this position definitely gave him much deeper penetration and never failed to hit her g-spot which made things quite intense.

He had taken her in a few more creative locations than the bed. She’d had him take her over several counters, on a few sofas, and in the shower more than once.

She had even sweet talked him into sharing a bath with her which had resulted in water making its way outside of the tub as she rode his cock in the bath.

Needless to say, sex with Chibs Telford was never boring and it was always pleasurable.

She whined her fingers tightening along her headboard the words broken and needy. “Gonna cum, oh, Fuck, Filip.”

He groaned against her not letting up on his treatment of her, sliding his tongue between her slit, stroking her walls, dipping his tongue into her opening, and sliding it along her clit at an expert pace.

She whimpered more cries of his name leaving her as the tell tell signs of an impending orgasm began to creep up in her.

She felt her legs tremble, her heart beating all the quicker, her skin flushing, a coil beginning to tighten in her bound to snap at any moment.

She whined grinding against his face fully lost to lust the cool of the room and the stimulation washing over her body making her nipples pebble at hard peaks that Chibs would be entranced by if his eyes weren’t shut, his brain fully focused on pleasing her.

The coil in her snapped, her head falling back, her mouth opening cries of his name leaving her lips as her release washed over her.

She whined, he not letting up on her for even a second keeping up his treatment even as she came hard above him, he moaning against her clearly enjoying her release loving that he was pleasing her.

She whimpered, shuddering against him as her orgasm wracked through her body, she always feeling breathless at the sensation.

Each time she thought it could not get more intense or feel any better and each time she was left feeling brainless and boneless at the intensity of how hard Chibs could make her cum.

He seemed to thrive off of making her cum as hard as possible. It was obvious that Chibs was not a selfish lover by any stretch of the imagination.

He could admit that even back when he’d been seeking out release in the croweaters that he had never been the type to not care about his bedroom partner's pleasure.

Sure on occasion he might get a quick blow job from some nameless croweater who did not seem to care if she got anything out of it.

If he did have full on intercourse with one of the croweaters though he made sure they came at least once.

Now that he had a woman who he wanted to take to bed more than once and only wanted her in his bed, that need to make his bedroom partner cum had grown to not being satisfied if he didn’t manage it more than once.

He knew he was getting older. More and more silver seemed to overtake his otherwise darker hair and he had noticed far too much silver on his pubic hair, something he’d been embarrassed that he even gave a shit about. He’d noticed he needed reading glasses for a few years now. He felt his knees and his back creak on occasion especially after long rides. He’d noticed a hint of heavy bags under his eyes and fine lines along his forehead. His skin could look better, especially around his neck. Then there was the belly that he’d not managed to drop since he’d hit forty.

He knew that people looked at him and the sweet young thing he’d taken as an ol lady and assumed that he was some kind of dirty old man who had robbed the cradle, never mind the fact that Y/N was in her thirties. He had a feeling that outsiders probably assumed he probably couldn’t keep it up without a little blue pill.

He would be lying if he tried to claim that he feared the day where it might be a struggle to get it up for her without medical intervention.

He could admit that his fears and anxieties around aging and what it meant for them, only made him more determined to make her feel as good as possible each time he had her.

He was not shy about trying anything he could think to please her. He was not one to shy away from overstimulation or some dirtier acts if he thought it might get her off.

He was relieved she seemed to blossom under his treatment. She was a world away from the seemingly innocent frigid woman he’d taken to bed the first time months and months ago.

She was far more of a temptress than she was aware. She ran way hotter than anyone probably gave her credit for.

Any iciness in the bedroom she may have admitted to upon their first encounter had been based on a lack of opportunity to find a man worthy of her.

He could admit it got him off. She looked so sweet, so feminine, and adorable in her little dresses and quirky accessories. No one had any idea how filthy she would get with him in the bedroom.

He gave her backside a swat making her squeak as he slumped against him, her orgasm tapering off her body growing slack.

She managed to find the strength in her lazy limbs to roll off of him scooting down to rest at his side. He stared over at her a lovesick smile crossing his features at the sight of her looking so serene and well loved all thanks to him.

She glanced over at him, a small smirk crossing her lips though her cheeks did flush. “You are a mess.”

He wiped at his face a giggle leaving him. “Ye made the mess. I feel like a fuckin glazed doughnut.”

She groaned at the statement, a whine leaving her as she buried her face against his shoulder. “Gross.”

“It ain’ nothin to be ashamed of, Lass. I’m pretty fuckin proud of it myself.” He teased another groan leaving her.

She peeked up at him, her voice teasing her cheeks still so pink. “You’re unreformable, just absolutely a fiend, a wicked man.”

He snorted at the comment, reaching down and giving her backside a squeeze. “Ye did say I’m a dirty old man, Lass. Jus tryin to live up to my reputation.”

He turned pressing his lips to hers, she letting out a soft moan at the taste of herself on his lips.

He reluctantly allowed her to pull from the kiss she gazed down at his still erect cock a small smile crossing her lips. “You’re going red, Baby. Think you need some release or you’re going to burst.”

He snorted at the comment, quick to agree. “Aye or at least have some fuckin serious blue balls.”

She pressed her lips down his neck sliding them along his chest making her descent down his body it clear she had one goal in mind and that was getting his cock between her lips and hopefully down her throat.

He moaned as she spoke, her lips pressing against his hips. “You are such a dirty old man, but I love it.”

He moaned as he let himself sink into the pleasure she was offering him, his head falling back soaking up her treatment.

He was certain this was heaven on earth.

This was no romantic bike ride and picnic, but he was not complaining.

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Mo Chridhe = My Heart

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