His right hand cut between my legs, his fingers touching my wet silk.
“Fuck, babe,” he growled. “Soaking wet.”
One of his fingers hooked and touched my clit. I thrust forward and whimpered. That goddamn instant pleasure was so striking. A wild pulse throughout my body. My breasts were so heavy and achy, needing attention.
I caught myself sticking my chest out, all but asking for Slam to do it. To taste my chest.
He took his hand from between my legs and brought both hands up my body. He put a little space between us and then stared at me as his hands cupped under my breasts. Holding me, his thumbs grazed across my rock hard nipples.
“Fuck, Belle,” he said. “I’ve never met anyone like you in my life. Not even fucking close. I hope you know how fucking beautiful you really are.”
I swallowed hard. “Shit, Slam. Nobody ever says that to me.”
“Nobody else is me, babe. Never forget that. No matter what happens.”
I wanted to ask him what the hell that meant but he ran his thumbs over my nipples again and my brain scrambled. I couldn’t think, speak, or breathe for a few seconds. The tingling sensation shot straight down to between my legs. My knees bent and I thrust my hips forward.
“You like that,” he said with an evil grin.
“Yes,” I said.
“I’m going to make you come, babe… just like this…”
His thumbs moved again and I let out a cry.
“Not fair,” I managed to gasp.
“What’s not?”
“I want to see you, Slam.”
“Ask politely,” he said with that same grin.
I could come just staring at that grin.
That was trouble for me. Way too much trouble for my own good.
“Please, Slam,” I said.
His hands started to massage my breasts. Each soft squeeze sent a hard pulse between my legs.
“Try again,” he whispered. “Tell me… then beg me…”
His hands slid up over my breasts. My nipples against the palms of his outlaw hands. For some reason I suddenly thought about all the trouble he’d been in. The stuff his hands had seen in their lifetime. Fighting, guns, knives, violence. Riding hard, fast, getting attacked. Everything about Slam was so damn wrong. But the way he touched me…
“I want to touch your fucking huge cock,” I said. “I want to feel it in my hand.”
“Good girl,” he said. He leaned and kissed my neck. His hands kept playing with my breasts. “Keep going…”
I put my head back and felt the pleasure from my breasts down to my pussy. My knees were bent and I couldn’t control it. I needed a sense of relief. His right hand slowly came forward, fingers pinching together. He rolled my nipple between all his fingers and then he gave it a tug. A really hard tug.
I winced and groaned.
“You like that,” he said as his teeth grazed my earlobe. “You dirty fucking girl.”
“I want to be dirtier,” I said. “I want your cum all over me, Slam. I want to hold your cock as you come in my hand.”
My hips were gently thrusting front to back.
Slam’s fingers pulled again and then released my nipple. There was a sense of relief yet abandonment that went through my body. I groaned again and he put his hand right back over my breast.
He kissed my cheek and then had his lips almost touching mine.
“Say it again,” he whispered.
“I want your cock in my hand and your cum all over me,” I said without hesitation.
Slam kissed me again.
Harder than before.
His right hand left my body. His left continued to work along my breast. I couldn’t believe the sensation racing through my body. He was really going to make something wild happen…
I heard the sound of his jeans. His belt buckle. His button. His zipper.
I whimpered as he kissed me.
A few seconds later Slam took my hand and placed it to his cock. My fingertips touched the top of his shaft. I shuddered and gushed between my legs. I thought I was coming for a few seconds. But it was just my body’s way of saying it was ready and could handle Slam inside me. My fingertips traced the veins in his throbbing shaft all the way to the head of his cock. That’s where I gripped him and squeezed.
Slam broke the kiss and moved down to my breast. He cupped my left breast and let his mouth run wild on me. The tip of his tongue flickered up, down, left, right against my nipple. I pulled at his cock, wanting him to fuck me. But Slam didn’t. He held back. He was focused on my breasts.
When his teeth touched my nipple, I gasped. He pulled at me and then let go just before I started to scream. He then looked up at me.
“You’re going to fucking come,” he said.
I shuddered again and Slam put his mouth back to my breast.
He thrust forward with his amazing cock and broke my hand open. All I could do was grip the top of his shaft as he eased himself down and back. This outlaw wasn’t just pleasuring my breasts and wanting me to come… he was fucking my mind. That’s what Slam did to me. He fucked my mind.
As he sucked against my breast, his tongue rolling around my nipple, I felt something building inside me. I realized right then he was going to make it happen. He was going to make me come by taking care of my breasts. His other hand massaged my other breast, only adding to the build-up.
I tried to keep up with his cock but my hand was shaking and I couldn’t fucking focus on anything but the pleasure. My insides were throbbing, ready to let go. My mouth slowly opened wide and I looked down at Slam. His tongue sliced up my nipple again and that was just about all I could handle. I let out a cry and had to take my hand from his cock. I slammed my hands back to the door and bent my knees, pushing my hips forward. The top of my back and head were hard against the wall, my chest thrust out for Slam’s taking.
Oh, he fucking took it.
I was right there, right on the edge, and Slam took it to another level.
He pulled his mouth off my breast. Everything between my legs quivered.
His big, strong hands were over my breasts, a little space between us, and Slam inched forward with his cock. He bent his knees as much as he needed to and slid between my legs. The head of his cock slipped against my wet skin. He stood up and tilted, the top of his steel-like shaft pressing hard against my pussy.
That was it.
I started to come right there on the spot. My hips thrusting forward and back, sliding myself against him, spilling all over him.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.
“Yes, babe,” Slam said with gritted teeth. “Fuck, that’s good. You’re spilling everywhere, Belle.”
I couldn’t believe how hard my hips bucked as I came. His hands slowly moved down my body and he pushed me against the wall. Slam inched back and I could feel the head of his cock resting against my hole. All I needed was to lean forward just a little and he just needed to thrust…
But Slam stayed right there. Easing back and forth, nothing but torture.
That’s when I saw the look in his eyes.
Holy shit.
He was going to make himself come now.
I just stood there, my nails curling against the door to my bedroom, Slam moving back and forth, using my wet labia to rub against the top of his cock. And it was working. I felt him thickening. I saw the look on his face as he got closer to climax.
He gritted his teeth like an angry monster, but to me he was nothing but a beautiful outlaw. The man who protected me. The man who made me feel alive and made me feel beautiful. The man I wanted to be inside me… forever.
Slam kept going, but only for a few more hearty pumps of his cock. He then stepped an entire step back and gripped the root of his cock tight.
“Right fucking now,” he said with such authority it made my heart skip a beat.
But I knew right what to do for him.
I droppe
d to my knees before him and opened my mouth. I grabbed for his tree-trunk sized legs and brought my mouth forward over the head of his cock. He was slick from my cum. I blushed at the idea that I was tasting myself.
I managed to suck him just once before he started to come.
I straightened my back and eased down on Slam, feeling his cock pulsing, filling my mouth with his warm release. I shut my eyes and groaned, loving how much he had to offer. He jerked himself at his root, pumping his cum into my mouth again and again. I then started to suck him again, slowly working my mouth back and forward on his dick, making sure there wasn’t a single drop to waste.
And I stayed just like that until Slam put his fingertips to my shoulders and pushed me off his cock.
I looked up at him, out of breath. I felt like I could collapse, but that was just how Slam made me feel. He didn’t just pleasure me, he drained me of everything.
“Come here, babe,” he whispered and offered his hand.
Slam helped me stand up. I then hugged him. My bare breasts pressed against his leather cut. His dick hung low between us, dropping throbbing. His huge arms wrapped around me.
I shut my eyes and smiled.
I was happy with Slam.
I… I was…
I was in love with Slam.
twenty-five
(slam)
*NOW*
I stroked a piece of hair out of her face. She was still fully naked, all wrapped up in my arms as we lay in her bed together. I was fully dressed, waiting for a phone call. All of this shit was going to go down and go down fast.
First things first - I shouldn’t have done that shit with her. My plan had been to bust into her apartment and spill it all. Tell her that I was trying to work against her father. Tell her that I had a way to fuck with her father. Tell her that I knew she was a fucking virgin because I had been running recon on her before I decided to make her mine.
But the second I saw her blue eyes staring at me, I saw something else. I saw that she was hiding some serious pain. That she was thinking shit that was dark. On top of that, I suddenly saw my fucking future. And my fucking future was Belle.
So my wheels were turning as fast as my hands and tongue were moving on her sweet body.
And, shit, having my cock right there, right against that tight slit of hers… I never showed such self-restraint in my life. But I wasn’t going to have it happen like that between us. No fucking way in hell.
I leaned in and kissed Belle’s forehead.
There was so much bullshit running through my mind. It was part of the reason I never got involved with women. But this wasn’t just a woman with Belle… this was…
“We haven’t talked in like ten minutes,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” I said.
“You said you had to talk to me.”
“I did say that. Look, babe, I’m waiting for a call. I have to take care of some personal business. Until then, I’m not moving from this bed. I’m looking right at you. You have plenty to tell me, don’t you?”
“I’m a virgin,” Belle said.
I wasn’t expecting that.
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh…”
“Sorry. I didn’t know how to bring it up. I hate myself for it. My friends think I’m crazy.”
“Wait a second, Belle,” I said. “Don’t ever doubt on yourself because of that.”
“Coming from the guy who slept with how many women?”
“This isn’t about me,” I said.
“I just… we’ve been so close to stuff happening and it’s just… does it freak you out?”
“No,” I said. “But if you let me in… I’m not going to carry that burden of a story, Belle. It’s going to happen how it happens.”
“I know. But I trust you with it. It’s just…”
“I get it,” I whispered. I leaned in and kissed her.
You’re an asshole, Slam.
“Trust me,” I said. “You don’t need to explain a thing to me about it. I’m not some young punk that’s going to laugh at that, okay? Your decisions matter, Belle. No matter if other people disagree.”
“It’s not that I made this a decision,” she said. “My father…”
Fucking Chief Richards.
“He was controlling?”
“Yeah. My mother was murdered, Slam.”
“Shit,” I said.
“Oh, fuck,” Belle said.
She tucked her head into my chest. I wasn’t going to allow that to happen. I reached down and forced Belle to look at me. There were tears in her eyes.
“Tell me, babe,” I said. “Trust me with it. Okay?”
She blinked fast and nodded. I put my palm to her soft cheek.
What the fuck am I trying to prove now? I’m in too deep with her. I’m falling…
“I was really young,” Belle said. “I just remember parts of everything, you know? Like what my brain could process at that time. My parents fighting. My father had an affair. The affair ended and my parents got back together. He had been working crazy hours but then it calmed. Right after the affair. Then he took a case. I think it was some kind of gun thing or something. I really couldn’t look into it. My father blocked it all out. He worked crazy again. He drank a lot. My mother relied on me a lot. Things were bad, Slam. So bad.”
“It’s okay,” I whispered. I stroked her cheek. “Take your time.”
“Something happened with the case. Suddenly my father was in a good mood. He took my mother out on a Friday. The next day she went grocery shopping. I stayed home to watch cartoons. That’s when it all changed. The revenge against my father wasn’t directed at my father. But at us. His family. The plan had been to kill me and my mother together. But I wasn’t with her when it happened. Someone shot her. As she was walking to her car from the grocery store.”
I felt my heart twist a little. “Jesus Christ, Belle.”
“I remember when the call came in. My father went crazy. He left the house, leaving me there alone. I was terrified. The next few hours were a whirlwind. My best friend’s mother ended up picking me up and she explained to me what happened. I wasn’t even home. I wasn’t even with my father. I didn’t see him for a week after it happened.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I’ve always hated your father. If I’m being honest, babe. He’s been after my ass since I was a teenager.”
That’s why I want to fuck you so bad, Belle. So I could get back at him.
“That doesn’t shock me,” Belle said. “After that happened, my father lost it. For good. All he did was drink and take it out on me. He thought he was protecting me but what he was doing was waiting for me to get hurt or killed. He didn’t want to save me from getting hurt, he wanted to make sure it would happen and be painless for him. It sounds crazy to say but it’s the truth. So if I was out with a guy, he’d have an officer show up. Not to get me out of there and protect my innocence, but to have someone there for when something bad happened.”
“That’s really fucked up.”
“Yes, it is. That’s why it never happened, Slam.”
I kissed the top of Belle’s head. “It’s okay, babe.”
“It’s not.”
“What happened to the guy who…”
“My father busted up the entire ring of guys,” Belle said. “Some got away, some got killed. Some got life in prison. The actual guy who killed my mother… he got away.”
Belle’s blue eyes were beautifully sad. That’s when I felt it.
I’d fallen for her.
I was supposed to fuck her and leave her… but I fell for her.
I touched her face again and knew bad things were already churning up in my mind and heart.
“Slam, I’m ready now,” Belle whispered. She blinked away tears. “You. Me.”
Her hand touched the top of my jeans and crept down, her small hand over the bulge of my cock.
I sucked in a breath. “Oh, babe,
trust me, I want to tear you apart.”
“Then do it,” she said. “Tear me apart, Slam.”
The words were like wild poetry to my ears and cock. I felt myself stirring.
Belle moved up and kissed me. Her hand squeezed tighter between my legs.
My brain was trying to absorb all she just told me. My body wanted to not give a fuck about it and just go at it with her.
We started to kiss and I reached for the back of her head. My hand eased down and touched her skin. Down her back, following the bumps of her spine, following the curve of her back up to her ass. I squeezed and pulled, ready for her.
Shit, Slam, just do it. Fuck her senseless. Show her what she’s been missing.
Belle let out a sigh as we were kissing.
I growled under my breath.
I started to roll to my right when my cell started to ring.
It was fucking Knox calling me. The call I had been waiting for.
“Ah, shit,” I said, looking at Belle as she lay on the bed, on her back, completely naked.
“No.”
“I have to ride, babe. Club stuff.”
“Reaper’s Bastards…”
I nodded. I leaned over and kissed her lips. “I swear to you, Belle, I’m going to make everything okay. Just ride it out with me, no matter what.”
“Okay, Slam. I… I… trust you.”
I kissed her again and then again. Then down to her neck. Then to her chest. I left her with a kiss to her left breast.
I got the hell out of the apartment and sat there on my ride for a few minutes, letting the engine rumble. My plan had been so simple and that was the biggest fucking mistake of my life. Nothing was simple.
Shit, and to make matters worse, this had gotten really deep.
“Nothing is simple,” I whispered as I walked my two wheeled steel ride backward.
Yeah? Well neither is falling in love with the wrong goddamn woman.
“Say that again,” Uncle Jakey said.
He looked ready to kill me.
“You heard me. Tommy is now leverage. It shows our strength without violence.”
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