Running On Empty_Crows MC

by Cassandra Bloom

  I nodded, not wanting to dwell on the subject of Jace’s work when it was a big part of what made our relationship as perilous as it was. We rode out of the rest area, back onto the Interstate, and I was once again flying.

  I flew straight to the elevator.

  The magical key came into play, and the chrome doors dinged shut behind us, and I was on him in an instant. He’d been making most of the moves—certainly stealing all the kisses so far—and I decided I wanted to change that. I pressed my lips against his, nipping at his lower lip the way he had my ear and relishing in the pleasured groan I earned for it.

  He groaned, struggling for a moment, and pointed to the corner of the elevator. “Ca-camera…” he stammered, seeming upset that things might end when I realized there was a security camera in place there.

  I scoffed and shook my head. “Do you forget what I do for a living?” I said into his panting mouth, considering all the videos online that the security guard could look up if he just had a name to punch into a search engine. “I don’t care who sees anymore,” I confessed in a husky whisper. “So long as it’s you they see me with.”

  Obviously not caring either, Jace took this as all the confirmation he needed. He gave a single nod—racers GO!—and pulled me back into him. Not about to be outpaced, I rose a leg, pinning him with my thigh, and roped my fingers through his hair.

  He was mine!

  His tongue knocked at my lips, asking permission to come in. I decided my tongue would sooner come out to play. And then they were dancing.

  Not enough!

  I still felt like there was too much distance—too much damned space!—between us, and I used my hold on the back of his head to pull his mouth more into mine. The divide between him and me blurred, and I distantly realized that my face hurt from the pressure. I didn’t care.

  “M-more!” I whimpered.

  “You’ll get it,” he promised.

  I nodded, and he sucked on my lip as it slipped between his. “Yes…”

  I heard the elevator ding our arrival, and Jace swept up my remaining leg, lifting it to occupy his other side. Then, holding me like that, he carried me through and into his living room. I howled at the thrill of his eagerness—exalted in our shared need for one another—and kissed him again. He whimpered, groaned, and we were falling. My back crashed into a pillow of cushions, his couch, and Jace’s mouth was at my throat, kissing and biting. I trembled, looked up at him, and saw that he was panting.

  “You need this,” I said. It was not a question.

  Ne nodded. “I do,” he said in nothing short of a primeval growl.

  “Me too,” I confessed.

  The trip to his bedroom was a flurry of passion, bright colors, and the glorious chill of freshly exposed flesh as we left a trail of clothing every step of the way behind us. Then, arriving, we took to the bed like a pair of choreographed athletes diving for the gold. My belly tickled with the thoughts of where we’d arrived and what was to come. My thighs parted on their own. My naked chest heaved. I was splayed out—an exhibit that so many had paid to walk through without any real appreciation—and I wanted Jace to be the one to see all of me the way I was. He paused, taking in the sight, and I was nearly driven to tears of joy at the look of utter appreciation and need that he looked back at me with.

  He pulsed to life at the sight of me, and it was damn near the most beautiful and…

  I gaped at the size. Even with all the men I’d worked with, I’d never seen anything like him.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  I shivered, still gawking. “Y-yeah,” I said, breathless, “You’re just… big.”

  “I’m sure you’ve seen bigger,” he disregarded it.

  I smirked back. “You might lose that bet, stud,” I told him, not bothering to say aloud, And that’s coming from a whore.

  I hadn’t even realized I was reaching when I was suddenly aware that I’d taken him into my hand, exploring him and indulging in it with a strange fascination that confused me. It was amazing that something I so frequently encountered should seem so mysterious and different.

  But wasn’t that just Jace through-and-through? Challenging everything I thought I knew about men at every possible instant.

  God! I really did love him!

  Jace groaned, shivered—letting me indulge my exploration a moment more—and then crawled back on top of me, capturing my lips once again. The kiss trailed, crawling, and moved to the side my mouth, my cheek, my jaw, and up towards my…

  “Thought I forgot about this?” he whispered into my ear as he began to nibble and lick it.

  I shivered, gasping and arching against his mouth. “Oh! That is so unfair!” I protested while making no effort to stop him.

  I thought, at that moment, that he said “all’s fair in love and war” again, but what I heard was pleasured hums surrounding the word “love.”

  And then I was the first-time John, cumming with little more than a tease and a word.

  At least I wasn’t wearing pants.

  Jace paused as I came down again, shuddering and whimpering, nearly crying.

  “Did you…?” he began, seeming to stop only to keep from embarrassing me.

  I nodded, my head furiously bobbing with admission of it. “Y-yes!” I stammered, still getting small, clustered bursts of the orgasm’s aftermath. “And I want to again!” I declared, pulling him back to me.

  And he delivered!

  His mouth went to work on one of my breasts, his hand made up the difference on the other. My body felt like it was on fire. I’d never felt this kind of pleasure before and he hadn’t even touch any other part of me yet. His expert hands and mouth devoured my tits, making me come alive just from the most subtle caresses.

  “You taste amazing,” he panted against my chest.

  “Oh! It feels incredible, Jace!” I whimpered, arching my chest more.

  “Are you ready for more?” he grinned down at me.

  I nodded, smirked, and clutched his shoulders, rotating him and pinning him down on the bed. He paused, stunned by the maneuver, and then watched with growing anticipation as I began to take inventory of his own body. He was corded with muscle, sculpted from years of riding and hard labor and…

  I paused to trace a finger over a small, circular scar over his left shoulder.

  I didn’t like knowing what sort of thing could produce a scar like that.

  Leaning down, I kissed it, wishing I could make it better and hoping I could offer him the next best thing. I leaned forward, running my lips down his neck, moving down his chest. He groaned, lying back to allowing me to work on him.

  “So good…” I heard him whisper.

  The tickle came back—I’d never thought that knowing I was giving pleasure could feel like this—and I felt a drop of moisture creep down my thigh.

  On the streets, I was just a whore. But here, with Jace, driven by love and not just money or fear, I was a fucking artist!

  I ran my tongue over one of his nipples and he shivered at the sensation.

  It was freedom; it was power. It was everything I’d been taught to believe I’d never have again. And—FUCK YOU, WORLD!—I had this to go with it; I had everything I could ever want, writhing and moaning at my artistry as I got to work for the sheer thrill of it. I relished in the feel of freedom and power I had as I continued to touch him; continued to tease him. I was in control. And this perfect man was my captive. I shivered, feeling more moisture creep down my thighs, and I moved lower, spurred.

  “No,” he growled defiantly, and he countered my earlier maneuver so he was once again on top of me.

  Though it caught me off guard and I mewled sadly at my stolen “meal,” I succumbed in that instant; deciding I was willing to, while not outright relinquish control, still be open to sharing it.

  And I loved Jace all the greater for that.

  I loved how easy it was with Jace; how we both seemed to fit perfectly together exactly where we needed the other to fit
.

  “I wasn’t finished touching you,” he smirked.

  “That’s fair,” I smirked back, “so long as you know I’m not finished, either.”

  “Noted,” he said as he slid down and moved between my legs.

  Calloused hands parted me. I gasped, my legs squirming but held all the same in his strong grip. His thumbs rolled with delicious slowness across the full length of my soaked folds, and I panted at the thought of him looking inside of me. His wandering thumbs reached the peak, began to walk little circles around my clitoris, and I felt his breath against me as the moisture capture each exhale, making the skin around my pussy tingle. My body erupted into gooseflesh, every part of me taut and alert; even the hairs of my body seemed to be straining to see what Jace would do next. I fought—struggled—to keep my fluttering eyes focused; fought to watch as his hand moved to caress me. His finger slid inside my wet depths and I cried out, arching back as the sheer pleasure threatened to overwhelm me.

  There’s two!

  If he knew what was happening to me he didn’t seem to care; he continued all the same. Through every coursing second and through the gentle slide back. And still he continued to touch me, his eyes now looking back up at me knowingly as I shook with ecstasy. My body begged for more, begged to be filled with all of him.

  “You are so sexy,” he told me.

  Believing him—not needing a not-a-window to tell me so anymore—I shivered and reached out to him.

  Just out of reach…

  Too far…

  I whimpered, moaned. I was nearly heartbroken by…

  Jace shifted, moved himself for me, and I finally managed to fill my hand with his cock. He groaned as I began to rub him in a soft grip, arching back against my touch. I moaned, rolling my thumb against the underside of his head and gasping as I earned a clear bead of victory for the effort. Moving my hand up, I rolled the flat of my palm against this, letting it glide over the pulsing crown and cooing happily as it bucked powerfully in response.

  “Ffffffuck!” Jace hissed at my onslaught, still working his finger inside of me.

  He struggled to pull back, but I captured him in my free hand and moved to massage his balls, using the nectar in my palm to slide across them, as well.

  He moaned and finally succeeded in slipping free. “If you continue that any longer,” he explained, clearly conflicted, “this will be finished way too early.”

  “But I’m already two ahead of you,” I accused.

  He moved up, kissed me, and smiled. “Let’s go on the assumption that you deserve a higher score than I do,” he said before kissing me again.

  I pouted at that, but decided it was the only way to guarantee that we get to the big event. Then, nodding, I said, “Then we’d better get things moving.”

  He nodded, and I watched as he leaned over me, pulling a condom out of the bedside cabinet’s drawer.

  “Ready, babe?” he asked, and his “babe” was nearly enough to give me number three of the night.

  I groaned, my pelvis nearly beginning an eager thrum in anticipation. “Please, Jace! Dammit! I need this!”

  I moaned as he nodded, dressing himself for the occasion in a quick one-two-three show of tear-slip-roll and, just like that, he was over me and sliding his cock deep inside of me.

  I gasped out at the feel of him filling me completely in that instant, my parted mouth making no sound, though if you asked me later I’d likely swear that I was singing. I’d never felt so whole, so complete. I was a puzzle piece that found its partner. I was Yin finally fused with her Yang. I was…

  I was me.

  Fuck…

  This was what I’d been missing; what I’d been needing. This was the difference between sex and making love. Jace was making love to me, making me feel desired, needed. I gasped as he began to move, his hips creating a rhythm and just like that we were dancing.

  Three…

  F-Four…

  I remembered our meeting, the way he’d looked at me—seen me—like I was a person; the way he’d reminded me I was a person. I remembered our walks; our talks. I remembered our date, how the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me wasn’t nice enough. I remembered our dance. And I remembered riding with him—flying.

  We were flying now. Together.

  FIVE!

  Sssssiiiiiiiiiixxxxxxxx…

  Seven.

  My body thrummed from the sheer bliss of it all. Every nerve on my body seemed to be on high alert and even the smallest touch from Jace set me off. The orgasms were hitting me like raindrops now; confusing the moments when one was subsiding with the moments another was beginning. But there, on the beautiful, rain-speckled horizon, my body sensed a crash of thunder that every part of me was tensing in preparation for. It built, making itself known like a steaming pot threatening to boil. It was there…

  It was there…

  It was…

  “O-oh, Jace,” I whimpered, nearly crying—I was crying!—and hoping to warn him of the tremor that was nearly upon us. “I’m… I’m gonna cum!” I panted.

  “You’ve been cumming,” he said matter-of-factly, his own pleasure-masked face taking in the sight of me as he worked; his own face seeming to build up to some similar tremor of his own. He nodded, grunting on an instroke that I gasped around, and he said, “Don’t hold anything back, Mia. Let yourself go. Let yourself…”

  “I’M CUMMING!” I cried out.

  Jace loosed a tense, growling bellow as I began to scream a warning to the heavens that an orgasm of apocalyptic proportions was presently taking place within one Mia Chobavich. This was, of course, not the exact thought process that struck me at that instant. And that, of course, was in no way an implication that there was any thought process to be had. It was white light and fireworks and gasping breaths after waiting too long underwater. It was new light in a terrifying and dark room. It was everything I’d been missing.

  And it was mine.

  Like Jason Presley, that apocalyptic orgasm was mine!

  We both came together, sweat glistening from our bodies as we joined together in the most intimate way possible.

  As his own pleasured quakes and gasping moans subsided into heavy pants and post-coital shivers, Jace slipped and came to rest beside me, breathing heavily. I lie there, as well, working to catch my breath, still shivering and letting little moaning hums out between my parted lips. I glanced over at Jace, his chest moving as he worked to catch his breath as well. I noticed the sweat trickling down his chest and I didn’t realize just how sexy the sight of that could be.

  “So…” Jace said, still working to catch his breath, “What was the final score?”

  “I’ll tell you,” I panted back, grinning, “when number eight stops.”

  He grinned at that and nodded. “Well tell me when it does. I’d like you to join me in the shower?”

  “Oh?” I smiled, nodding. “That sounds incredible.”

  I lay there, trembling.

  He stared, waiting.

  “Well…?” he pressed.

  “I told you,” I grinned, succumbing to another shiver, “that I’d tell you when it stops.”

  Number eight eventually stopped. Which was good, because I was starting to get nervous I’d be living the rest of my life in a state of perpetual orgasm.

  I imagined that would, at some point, start to become uncomfortable.

  I was, however, finally following him to the bathroom; our naked bodies casually strolling side-by-side seeming the most natural and right thing in the world.

  As it turned out, Jace’s bathroom was roughly the size of my bedroom back at Candy’s and my apartment. And, at the far side of the large, luxurious space, was a walk-in shower that looked as though it had been made for a king.

  “That’s your shower?” I gaped.

  He chuckled and shrugged. “Remember that this was my brother’s place before it was mine. But, yes, it’s my shower now. He always said that it was a good fucking shower. I never really
thought on that one way or the other until now,” he finished, glancing back at it with a grin.

  “Oh? And is that what you plan in here then?” I grinned back.

  “Surprisingly yes,” he said, sounding proud.

  “Why surprising?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “I already told you that I’d felt like I’d lost interest in sex. But that…” he paused and shook his head, blowing out a hard exhale. “That felt like something waking up in me.”

  “You too?” I said with a smirk.

  He nodded. “So I guess I’m good to try evening that score, after all.”

  And boy, did he mean it.

  We moved to the shower, once again locked in a deep, passion-filled kiss. Jace moved slower this time, grabbing a loofah and covering it in soap. Afterward, he moved back to me and began to work the sponge across my body. I shivered, feeling just as sensitive from him cleaning my body. I arched against the sponge, loving the feel of it against my body.

  “Oh wow! This is so sexy,” I panted.

  “See? Good fucking shower,” he grinned.

  I chuckled and nodded, “Fine. You’re right.”

  After he finished soaping me up, he brought the showerhead down and I realized that it was detachable. I blinked as he moved the water current over me, finding just the perfect spots to hit in the process. I gasped, nearly on the verge on coming again just from him washing me. I panted as he continued the process until all the soap was gone. When that was finished, he set the showerhead back in place and kneeled in front of me.

  “What are you planning to do now?” I panted.

  “I plan to kiss you,” he smirked.

  “Down there?” I whispered. “I’ve never been…”

  “Well, that’s a shame,” he grinned. “You have such a perfect pussy,” he said matter-of-factly. “Let me show you…”

  His words trailed off as he began to work and I gasped in pleasure as his mouth pressed against my core, his tongue finding the perfect places in the process. I moaned, moving my hands into his hair as he showed me just how sexy he found me. I cried out as my legs began to give out and he easily caught me, moving my legs to his shoulders. I realized he was now fully holding me up as his mouth continued to work on my pussy.