by Lynn Burke
I’d always been a bit too honest, and I cursed myself as the devil on my shoulder took over my mouth. “I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself.”
He peered at me, the tension between us thickening to the point I could barely breathe. “Yes, you do. I can see it in your eyes.”
I tilted my head, trying like fuck to read his face. “I’m an open book to you, aren’t I?”
“Yes. Otherwise, I’d have had my dick buried in our pussy all night long.”
I gulped, ensnared by the lust flaring to life in his eyes. Fucked, Shelby had said. Yep, no doubt about it. When the fuck would I learn?
Chapter Five
Austin
A fucker sat tied in the shed awaiting my fists, but whatever brewed between Cadence and I needed to be addressed. Worked out, so I could put it the fuck behind me.
“I can fuck without getting involved if you can,” I said while studying her face. A bold-faced lie to sway her, but I couldn’t find two fucks to give. I’d failed my sister -- I wouldn’t fail Cadence, but I wanted more than proving myself worthy of having someone entrusted to my care.
I wanted her in my bed, for good, so that meant being extra-careful, extra-observant, and sure as fuck meant being a protective motherfucker. “Well?” I pushed, needing an answer so we could move the fuck on.
“I’m not sure I can,” she finally whispered after gnawing on her lower lip for a few seconds.
I glanced down over her curves, my fingers itching to touch, to tie her up with rope, but I sprawled a bit more as though at ease with the world, my dick tenting my towel. “Your choice,” I reminded her, hoping like fuck she’d jump on me like I knew she wanted to.
Took her a good five minutes of silence and aching balls, and I saw the second she caved, the acceptance in her eyes. She climbed over to straddle my waist, but I held still, letting her settle over my dick. Biting my tongue kept my groan inside.
“Put your hands on me, Austin,” she whispered, her disappointment in herself coating every word. Given the green light, I wasn’t about to stop though.
I tangled my hands in her hair and yanked her close. Fucking fireworks exploded again as our mouths met in hungry demand. All thoughts of the shed, of the senator, of any fucking thing but Cadence ripped from my mind as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, breathing her in.
She ground against my dick, and I groaned, thrusting up against her heat as her fingernails dug into my shoulders.
“Clothes,” I rasped, gently pushing her off my lap.
Tugging and yanking together, we got every damn stitch off her gorgeous body, and I had to put my hand against her chest to keep her from jumping me.
“Let me look at you,” I murmured, the back of my other hand following my gaze with a caress down her body, the silky softness of her skin flooding my mouth with drool.
I palmed her pussy, wetness coating my hand, and I glanced up to find her blue eyes swallowed by black pupils, lips parted, the pulse thrumming in her neck. “Climb up here, baby. Let me taste you.”
She settled her feet on the couch cushion beside my hips like she read my mind, her hands grabbing my hair as I grabbed her ass and hauled her forward. One flick of my tongue through her slit coated me with her tangy cream, and my dick leaked, jerking with need to be buried balls-deep.
With a whimper, she widened her stance, offering me a sexy as fuck view of puffed labia and protruding, pink clit.
“Fuck.” I growled and scooched down a bit so I could lap from her asshole to clit, ridding myself of the towel in the process.
“Oh, God.” Her voice strangled as I lapped at her, and she moved her hips, fucking my face, coating my lips with wetness. “G-going to come.”
I shoved two fingers into her pussy and grabbed hold of her clit with my teeth.
“Fuck!” She shrieked, her pussy clamping down on my plunging fingers, her cum dribbling down my hand.
The musky sweet scent of her turned me into a damn animal, and I pulled her down before she finished climaxing, barely notching my dick in her.
“C-condom,” she said with a gasp, and I swore, lifting her back off my dick and pushing to stand, her ass in my palms.
She wrapped her arms around me, and I strode to the bed, ripped open the bed stand drawer, and grabbed what I needed. I lay her back on the bed and ripped the damn foil packet open, so damn horny, I couldn’t see straight. Sheathed, I fell atop her, taking her mouth, needing to devour her -- fucking claim her. Those silky legs wrapped around me again, and I angled my hips, plowing into her sopping pussy.
“Oh!” She gasped against my mouth and arched as a groan rumbled my chest, but I couldn’t be stopped. She’d taken every damn inch of me, something no woman had done before. I slammed into her over and over, grunting like a damn animal, my self-control gone over the clutch of her tightness.
She bucked and groaned beneath me, her writhing and scratching mirroring my own fucking need. The bed banged against the wall. I grunted with every thrust, biting her lips, her neck, snaking a hand beneath to grab her ass and squeeze.
“Fuck, yes.” She groaned at my not-so-gentle hold, a rush of wetness leaking down over my thrusting dick.
“You like it rough,” I said, the head of my dick plowing against her cervix.
“Yes! Oh, God, yes.”
I dug my toes into my mattress and thrust, needing to be deeper, so damn lost in her body that I forgot who I was. “So good, baby. So fucking good.”
Her ass flexed in my grip as she rose to meet my mouth, the slap of skin, the scent of sex and sweat overriding my senses as I plundered her mouth -- her pussy.
“I want you to come all over my dick,” I said with a groan, lifting my head to peer into her eyes. Passion hazed and open to her soul, I drowned. “Squeeze me with that sweet pussy, Cadence. Fucking come and milk me dry.”
“Austin!” She cried out a second time as I ground my pelvis against her, and I let loose, my balls erupting like a damn volcano, ripping wet heat up through my dick, every spurt shuddering through me.
I held her gaze with every pulse of cum wrecking my body, something I’d never done with a woman, and in that second, within one damn heartbeat, I remembered my words about fucking without emotion.
Goddamn lie, just like I’d known. I’d known from day one that I wanted to claim her, but she fucking owned me. One giggle, one kiss, one hot as fuck connection of our bodies and souls. Fucking gone.
I collapsed in a sweaty heap atop her trembling body, loving how her heart thrummed beneath my chest. How her hot breath puffed against my ear. How her hands and heels clutched at me as though I was her rock, the only thing she needed.
I prayed like fuck I could be that man, that I wouldn’t fail her when and if that time ever came.
* * *
Cadence
I’m done for.
Body tingling, my pussy stuffed full of Austin’s huge cock, I couldn’t find a single fuck to give. One frantic fuck, and Austin had completely ripped all thought of other men from my mind. He ruined me for anyone else, too, with his size and ability to move in all the right ways.
And the thought of doing it again while tied to his bed?
“Holy shit,” I moaned the words, clamping my pussy around his softening girth as that little devil in my head cackled with glee.
Austin licked the sweat from my neck, along my jaw, and claimed my mouth again. Fucking claimed my mouth like no man ever had. No brush of lips or sweet tasting. He dove in as though desperate to imprint me on his brain, as though he’d never get enough.
I squeezed my inner walls around his cock again, clutching his sweat-slickened body tight against mine. He ground his hips, rubbing his pelvis against my clit.
Emotion swelled through me, aching my chest, and filling my brain. He’d battle-rammed into my body, obliterating everything but Austin.
So much for not caring, for not getting caught up in a stupid mistake.
He tore his mouth from
mine, murmuring something about delicious, and pulled out, sliding his sweaty body down over me. “Fuck, these tits…” Pressing them together, he closed his mouth over both nipples, laving and nipping, turning me right back on with fervency I’d never experienced with another man, the addition of his whiskers scraping against my skin only heightening the sensation.
A few flicks of his tongue, and he lowered his head farther, dipping into my navel, running his nose over my bare pubic bone.
“Such a pretty little clit.” His chest rumbled with a groan that heightened my pulse, and he closed his lips over my throbbing nub while grabbing hold of my ass with his huge hands.
“Oh, God.” I groaned, my fingers finding his hair again as he held the base of my clit between his teeth, his tongue flicking back and forth. Goddamn, the man knew how to use his mouth too. He released his hold before I came again, and I panted, head lifted to watch him suck on my labia, lap at my cum and the fresh wetness of need seeping from me.
“You taste so fucking good, Cadence.” He dove down farther, licking up the crease of my ass, and my head fell back against the bed as I fought off my climax.
He sat back suddenly, and I whimpered, my eyelids flying open to find out why the fuck he’d stopped. A smirk twitched his glistening whiskers. “Gonna tie you up, baby.”
Heat flushed through me, and I licked my lower lip. “Yes,” I whispered even though he hadn’t asked a question.
I stared after him as he yanked open a kitchen drawer and pulled out a length of rope. He grabbed a knife from another drawer, the lust and heat in his eyes catching my breath. The condom still clung to his hard dick, but he ignored it while cutting lengths from the rope.
“Going to tie your arms first,” he said, lacing his fingers through my right hand and pulling my arm up toward the headboard. He tied me tight, and while rounding the bed, I tested the knot.
No way in hell would I be escaping without his help. My pulse kicked up another notch, and I watched his face as he tied my left arm overhead. A small smile lifted his lips, and the black of his pupils ate up the blue-green of his eyes.
His gaze flitted down over me as he slowly backed off. “You look good enough to eat tied to my bed like that.”
My hips rose on their own, and his focus dropped between my spread legs. Without a word, he peeled off the condom, wrapped it in a tissue from the bed stand, and grabbed another condom from the drawer.
He also pulled out a bottle of lube.
Fuck, yes.
My asshole clenched at the thought of his big cock shoving its way in my tight hole, and I whimpered as he settled between my legs. Rather than lube up and take me, he grabbed another piece of rope and bent my leg, placing my heel against my upper thigh.
I panted and bit back more whimpers, my pussy dripping and ass clenching as he knotted up my leg toward my knee, tying the end to the bedpost. He did the same to my other leg, spreading me wide -- making me immobile except for my head
I fucking loved it. Loved the rush of being under his control.
He took his good old time lubing up his cock, his gaze trained on my splayed thighs. “Anyone fucked your ass before?”
“Yes,” I managed to gasp as his lubed fingertips danced over my hole.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Good, cuz I’m going to fuck you so damn hard.” He pressed against me and shoved.
“Fuck!” I bowed off the bed, yanking on the restraints. So. Fucking. Full. The stretching burn seared through my thighs, straight to my clit, catching my breath. The damn man hadn’t prepared me for his size, but the zinging pain lit me up.
“Goddamn.” He groaned while pulling out. “Your ass is so damn tight, Cadence.” He shoved back in, his girth more than I’d ever taken -- more than I thought I could take.
I panted, eyes clenched shut, trying to breathe through the pain, the need for him to slam in deeper.
He slid out and back in -- and still hadn’t bottomed out.
“You’re fucking huge,” I gasped, fighting like hell to relax so he could fill me.
Austin groaned, pulling back out to the head. “Take it all.” One violent thrust landed his balls against my body, and pulled another shriek from my lips as the searing burn raced through my ass. He planked over me, capturing my mouth, sucking the breath from my lungs -- and fucked into me with short jabs, the sting slowly ebbing until my pussy pulsed.
His cell rang, but he ignored it, plowing into me over and over, using me, bruising me.
I fucking loved it.
He sat back on his haunches, hands gripping my knees, slamming into me, his focus on where his dick impaled my body. “You’re stretched so fucking wide. So damn tight.” Sweat lined his forehead, and my gaze dropped to his parted lips, the flick of his tongue to wet the lower.
“Goddamn, Cadence.”
I needed to come, needed to release the tension riding my muscles, my mind. “Please, Austin,” I whispered, half-moaning and trying to wiggle -- needing to touch my clit. “Please.”
He pinched my throbbing nub, and I screamed, my back trying to arch, pull him deeper into my ass.
An animalistic growl filled my ears, and he slammed into me over and over, drawing out my climax. I shattered again, and he finally thrust deep and captured my mouth, his dick jerking inside me, filling the condom when I wished his cum branded me.
“Fuck, baby.” He covered my face in kisses, his hands cradling my face as I came down from the biggest damn high of my life. “Tell me you’re okay. Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“You did,” I managed to whisper, my body going lax beneath him, “but it was fucking amazing.”
Austin had wrecked me in the best way possible, and all I could focus on was giving in to the exhaustion pulling on me.
Chapter Six
Austin
I cut Cadence loose, my heart swollen with emotion, with the need to keep her tied up to my soul for all fucking eternity. She melted into my bed, a sated smile on her swollen lips. I’d feasted. Fucked. Plundered her -- and she’d taken every inch without complaint, the first to do so.
Fucked.
Grinning, I grabbed my cell. Drac had called.
I hit his name while striding to the bathroom for a wet towel to clean my woman.
He chuckled. “If you’re done fucking that pussy, this tight-lipped son of a bitch would like to meet your fists. Bowie’s on his way, too.”
“Hello to you, too, fucker,” I said, turning on the water at the sink. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I tossed my cell on the table and turned to find Cadence had rolled to sprawl on her belly, still smiling. Rope marks lined her pale skin, and I groaned, my damn cock twitching again.
“Fuck, you look good like that, all spread out on my bed, sated and wet, my marks on you.”
“Mmm.” She sighed as I wiped her cum and the lube from between her legs.
“I’ve got something to take care of,” I said while rubbing her right wrist a few moments later.
“Okay.”
Silence hovered again as I took care of her other wrist and the binding marks on her legs and ankles.
I leaned over her sprawled form to kiss her shoulder. “Next time, I’m going to use my hands to mark you.”
“Mmm,” she murmured again, cracking her eyelids open. “Yes, please.”
Groaning, I rolled off the bed and forced myself into the shower grinning like a damn fool. I ran the tub while dressing, pulling on dark jeans and a black T-shirt to hide the blood I planned on splattering with my fists.
I lifted Cadence off the bed, loving how she clung to my shirt with one hand, the rest of her a limp noodle.
“Smell so good,” she murmured against my neck.
My grin widened and I lowered her into the bath, so fucking gone on her, I almost didn’t want to bloody my fists, something I enjoyed as much as fucking. Well, I had until getting between Cadence’s thighs.
She let out a little
sigh and tipped her head back against the tub, her gaze on my face as I squatted beside her. “So much for fucking without emotion,” she whispered, her small smiling easing the route my mind had taken from her words.
I leaned forward to kiss her forehead, wondering how much I should say -- or if I should say a Goddamn word about how I felt about her. She’d given in to fucking and obviously felt something for me, but I wasn’t going to fuck up my chance with her by spilling my guts too soon.
“Yeah,” I decided on agreeing, hoping she saw the truth in my eyes as I pulled away, the softness of her skin lingering on my lips. “If you get too hungry before I’m back, go downstairs. Comet will hook you up.”
“Comet?”
“Outlaws’ cleaner.” She blinked, understanding dawning a second later. “He’s also the club’s cook.”
“Okay.”
“I’m not leaving the compound -- and I don’t want you to, either. Until I can take care of the threat on your life --”
“I’ll stay.” Her breathed words sent an ache through my chest.
One last kiss on her soft as fuck lips, and I tore myself away, needing to focus on violence.
* * *
While I would usually let Bowie loose with his knives on the bastard’s ass first, the situation we faced was too fucking personal. I needed to crunch cartilage and bruise my knuckles doing it.
The man held strong, strung upright from the shed’s ceiling, not giving me shit -- who hired him to trash Cadence’s apartment or who he worked for. I needed the names of the tier of assholes beneath the senator in order to end the threat entirely.
The fucker’s face looked like a pack of hamburger by the time he finally spoke his own name. It took two fingers and an ear removal by Bowie and his knife before the bastard spilled another.
Shawshank, the name of the anonymous hitman MacGillroy had contacted by email to do away with the threat of a blonde dancer.
“He’s untouchable,” the man garbled the words and spit blood, eying me from a slit between puffed eyelids.