by Nikki Wild
“Rev…fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Rev!”
That wasn’t in my mind. That wasn’t my imagination. That was Misty, moaning my name as she showered. Touching herself in that goddamned shower and thinking of me while she did it. And for all that’s good and holy in this world, I couldn’t stop myself. I had a hair trigger already, and my name on her lips like that…
She was moaning too damn loud to hear the door open. And she was moaning too damn loud to hear my belt jangling, my jeans falling. My hand reached out for the shower curtain. It was the last thing I saw properly, because after that it was just her. Her mouth open with a mix of pleasure and shock, her face turning to me, water dripping down her cheeks, one hand on the tile wall, the other between her legs. A pain in her eyes that looked downright sacrilegious.
Chapter 22
Misty
Of all the things to run through my mind, the first thing was: the water’s getting onto the bathmat.
At least my mouth didn’t need my brain to figure out an appropriate response.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
With one hand shutting off the water and the other covering my chest, I stared at the naked man in front of me.
And when I stared at him, I mean I stared at his cock.
His impossibly big, hard, throbbing cock.
“I heard you,” he growled, taking a step forward. “Screaming my name like you couldn’t have me any time you wanted me. Well, here I am.”
I was blind with anger. Except not blind at all, because I could still see his cock, his hand around its impossibly thick shaft. And it wasn’t anger, either, as I quickly figured out. It was the purest lust I’d ever felt in my life. Seconds ago, I’d been thinking of him, touching myself between my folds, thinking of this…
Nothing but nothing was making that lust go away. Especially not his arms, closing around my waist. Lifting me like a rag doll. Carrying me like King Motherfucking Kong out of the bathroom and across the hall. Me shivering and writhing, wrapped up in the awful, manly, delectable smell of him. My heart was jackhammering in my chest as the world spun around me; and when he dropped me on the bed, both of us naked, I froze in place.
“Get over here,” he said, grabbing my hair in a way that was rough and gentle at the same time. He stood above me, his dick standing firmly at eye-level. When he pulled my head forward, it was with an insistence I couldn’t fight. And didn’t want to.
“Show me what you were thinking about. Show me why you were calling my name.”
I’d never let a man talk to me like this, but the way Rev demanded - never asking, just taking - was more than I could stand to deny. I opened my mouth, grabbed the base of his cock, and tasted him.
Fuck.
His groan was deep as a canyon, my pussy going tight at the sound. His hands never released my hair, but he didn’t force my lips down around his shaft either. I didn’t need to be forced. I put one hand on his abs, hard as stone and etched in ink, his flesh an inferno. His length was more than I could manage, and he was thick as my fist, but I wrapped my tongue around his head and moaned.
The way it throbbed against my tongue, responding to me. My fingers slid up and down the shaft slowly, his hips jerking, his hand tensing in my hair. When I glanced up and saw him looking down, I could feel the raw power of his desire. The lust in his eyes told me I was meant to be here, teasing the pleasure from his body while my own built up inside. I closed my eyes and slipped further down his shaft, my lips stretching around his cock as another groan rewarded me. I was still wet from the shower, but my body was shivering in desire, not from the cold air wrapping itself around me.
My hips moved, thighs clenching together, desperate for the slightest touch. I felt him against my cheeks, my tongue dancing along every inch it could reach, my nose flaring to draw enough air as I tried to take him even deeper.
“Touch yourself,” he growled. My free hand was already fluttering down his stomach, his hips, his thighs - until I found my own wet center and touched it, bucking immediately. My focus drifted, and before I could realize what was happening, I’d lost what little control I still had over the situation. His grip on my hair tightened, my scalp crying out in pleasure and pain as he took control. He pulled my head back, nearly freeing his cock before bringing my lips back down around him. He was fucking my mouth, instead of the other way around. He was forcefully holding my head in place, his hips thrusting as he used me for his pleasure.
And I let him. I wanted him to. Because that meant I could focus on my fingers, my clit, my dripping slit. Rubbing my palm into my clit, I thrust my fingers inside, curling them and pumping myself to desperate shudders. My throat was raw. My breasts tingled, nipples aching to be touched. My clit throbbed against my palm as I moaned around his cock.
“Shit, Misty,” he groaned. “God damn, I’ve wanted to do this…fuck. So perfect, so damn perfect…”
Yeah. Perfect. Fucking perfect. My blood rushed, peaked, boiled. Eyes watering, I did my best to look up at him; his head was thrown back, his neck tense and tight, his chest rising and falling rapidly. By now, he was shoving nearly every inch of his cock into my throat. I was shocked that I could take it, and that little discovery only left me wanting more. I wanted all of it. I wanted to come with his cock pressed so far into me that there could be no space between us. I needed this… I wanted him to…
“Fuck!” Rev cried out, ripping himself away. I gasped for breath, shocked out of my impending climax as his cock pulled itself free.
“Not…fucking…yet.”
Now, one hand still in my hair, he dragged me up, forcing me onto the bed once more. This time, I was on my elbows, one hand still buried in my mound. He was staring at me the whole time, his eyes devouring me. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, my blood rushing from my pussy to my nipples and back, skipping my brain each time.
He didn’t wait a second before he lunged, his hands finding my breasts and pinching one taut nipple while his mouth found the other. I bucked, my hips wrenching against his torso, and fell all the way back onto the mattress with his name on my lips. The way he teased and sucked my nipples, it was like they were a direct line to my clit. His hands, cupping them from below, treated my breasts like toys, rolling and rubbing and kneading them in circles. His hardness slipped, wet, against my thigh. My cheeks burned, head thrashing, need like an engine inside me.
Every movement was violent. Everything he did was ripping, tearing, forcing greed. We were both selfish. He lifted his head, looked me in the eye, and slid forward.
“Not kissing you,” he growled. Like I could even remember what I’d said the night before. Like it fucking mattered. Like anything mattered, except the throbbing in my belly and the emptiness in my pussy. The ache. “Got it? Not fucking kissing you.”
“Don’t. Care.” I grit out. He slid forward until he was poised above me, shaking slightly as he supported himself on his elbows. Looking down at me. His cock pressed to my lips, spreading them, finding the warmth of my pussy. Holding back. I spread my thighs wider, squirmed, strained for him. “Now, Rev.”
“Beg,” he barked, a command. Never. I’ve never done this, but I wasn’t about to beg a man for release. Not for anything. Not ever.
“Please,” I moaned, another woman’s voice in my throat. My hands were on his biceps, fingers wrapped around them, tense and digging into his flesh. I was careful of his bandage, but everything else was fair game. “Please, Rev. Please.”
“Good girl,” he groaned, and slipped between my folds, splitting my pussy wide with his dick. I screamed in pleasure and pain, his size too much to handle. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this. Inch by inch, he spread me open, laid me out, filled me like molten ecstasy. My hips bucked to drive him the last inch, until he bottomed out inside me. Any innocence I still clung to was long gone. Rev had just taken it from me. For one long moment, we just stayed there, my eyes closed and my head thrown back, hips jutting off the bed, our bodies so tight
together there was nothing at all between us.
And then he started. Oh God he started!
Fucking me. Fucking me. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. Like a beast, rutting in the heat of breeding season. Slamming into me with a pace and fire that defied physics. My body bounced against the mattress with each desperate thrust. He reached down, grabbing one thigh and yanking it up so he could get even deeper into me, grinding down with each stroke, driving himself into places I’d never felt before. It hurt at first, but he was finding hidden wells of pleasure that sparked and radiated across my gut, wrenched my spine straight, drove fire through my limbs. The pain gave way to pure, raw, impossible pleasure.
My eyes went wide and my mouth fell open as he thrust into me. The sensations were too much.
“R-Rev,” I gasped. “P-plea…oh, fuck, fuck fuck! I’m gonna…”
“Go ‘head, baby,” he barked. “Come for me. Come on my dick. Let me feel you.”
The next sound I made was pure feral lust. With his free hand, he reached down, and rubbed my clit. Once, hard. It was all I needed. I was snapping in half. My climax broke like a rainstorm, pleasure darting across every nerve, almost painful in its relentless force. He forced himself deep, held me there, his cock stretching me to my limits as he let me ride him through my quakes and spasms.
“That all you got little Misty?”
I tried to reply, but no sound was making it past my lips. I was still shaking when he moved, pulling me up and positioning me exactly where he wanted me.
Straddling him…
I gasped as my thighs slipped and he pushed even deeper inside me. He was sitting up, one hand on my lower back, the other between us, grabbing my breast. He kept his eyes on me. Dark, terrible, beautiful eyes.
“Ride me,” he ordered. “Ride me like you’ve wanted to, ever since you saw me.”
Asshole. Cocky fucking asshole. But my hips didn’t care, my thighs were already rippling, muscles straining as I shifted in his lap and started to thrust, feeling his thickness massage my inner walls, my clit brushing against his torso. But this time, I didn’t close my eyes. This time, I was on top. I was in charge. This time, I could give as good as I got. One hand wrapped around his neck, the other ran through his hair, and now I was riding him harder, lifting myself up and down on his dick.
“Speak for your fucking self,” I growled. “You’ve wanted this too. You like it, Rev? You like the way I feel?”
He reached for my hips and lifted me, helping me move, so I could fuck him faster, harder.
“Yeah, Rev,” I hissed. “That’s right. Show me. Give it up, Rev.”
“Shit, shit, shit,” he groaned.
“Do it,” I moaned, leaning in, taking his ear between my teeth. At the same moment I bit, he thrust upwards and held me down. I felt him throb, swell, and burst. The force of it was enough to drive me over the edge, my climax softer this time, but still enough to writhe and moan in his arms, hips twisting to milk everything his cock had to give me. I could feel the warmth of his cum, the full force of it filling me up.
He groaned, his arms quaking, his strength diminishing with each burst from his cock until he was finally spent. He rocked back, barely keeping himself upright. The slightest pressure of my body and he fell backwards, onto the mattress. I waited until he went limp to lift myself off, and roll beside him. We didn’t touch. Not yet. There was too much between us to touch. Too much to process.
But we looked. At least we could look. We both turned our heads to take in the other, our eyes meeting, our chests rising and falling at the same lowering pace.
“Well, damn,” I said.
“Hot damn,” he grinned. I didn’t want to grin back at him. He must have tricked me into this. No way had I just fallen into bed with him. Not like that. Not with him just bursting into the bathroom and demanding it.
But shit. That grin.
I just fucking had to return it.
To hell with his rules. I leaned forward and kissed him. It was the kind of kiss that made a promise of more to come, and I made that promise even clearer as I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft.
For just a moment, I let myself forget about the big scary world outside our door.
That was a mistake.
Chapter 23
Rev
“So, how’s things going with our gal?”
Shark shot me a grin that put a lot of subtext in his question. I glowered. Maybe he had a reason for that subtext, but I didn’t want word getting out. I mean, I wasn’t ashamed of it, far from it. But the last thing we needed was rumors about the two of us. That would only give Misty’s unknown enemy more weaknesses to take advantage of.
Shark and I were sitting in a weed-infested parking lot. It spread out in front of a long-shuttered Church’s Chicken. We were also eating Church’s Chicken, but we were eating it from the new restaurant on the highway. We were an hour from the safe house in the opposite direction of Sorghum Bend. The drive alone put me deep in Shark’s debt. Never mind the shipping and handling on his gang of lost boys, and the ammo tax.
Misty gave up some cold hard cash, but it wasn’t enough to pay for this. I was paying Shark in future favors and we both knew it. It would still be easier than trying to dig up the ten grand my shitstain of a brother owed Sal.
I could see Trick out there looking like a goddamn scarecrow. If he walked behind a patch of weeds he might disappear. He was pacing back and forth rapidly, chewing his nails to stubs. He had every reason to be scared. But he also had every reason to take all this as a lesson and never touch a needle again. I couldn’t hope for that much, but I could pray for it.
“Nothing’s going with Misty,” I answered, craning my neck to the empty road. Nothing. Sal was pressing towards late. I guess he wasn’t in a hurry. Guys like that, dealers with deep pockets, they know that other people work on their time. It’s annoying, but it’s the way it is. Lucky for us, we weren’t trying to make it to any important job interviews or meetings with our mortgage brokers. We had time to kill.
“Ha, sure,” Shark said, shaking his head, grinning like the fool he was. “Whatever you say, Reverend William.”
“I’m serious,” I said with a shrug. “Not by my choice, trust me. Daddy’s little princess isn’t settling for me, I tell you that much.”
I was smiling, but I sure as hell kept it on the inside. We had a good thing going and I didn’t need to be out here bragging about it. She’d be riding my cock again tonight. That’s the sort of thing that makes a guy feel really damn good. Trust me on that.
“I guess you’re right,” Shark said thoughtfully. “Probably for the best, anyway. She’s gonna have herself a nice little life once all this shit is over.”
That smile I was hiding inside faltered. Shark bought my lie a little too quickly. She wasn’t too good for me, was she? I mean, maybe, sure, on paper maybe. She was a college-educated woman who devoted her life to helping stray cats and dogs. I was a barely-employed ex-con whose one marketable skill was driving faster than the police. But that was just our jobs. That was just what the world offered us. It didn’t mean anything about me.
And what did he mean about her having a nice little life? Like she couldn’t have a nice little life with me in it?
“You think so?” I asked, wondering why I didn’t just drop the subject.
“Sure as shit,” he said, as though it was obvious. “Maybe she comes from dangerous blood, but that girl is gonna find a guy who wears a tie to work. She’ll have a little white BMW and a couple of kids on the honor roll. She’ll probably leave the Bend. All she’s gotta do is get rid of whatever bullshit is keeping her here and she’ll be living the dream.”
Maybe someone’s dream. Not mine. And considering who her father was, I didn’t think it was Misty’s dream either. But what did I know? Maybe she did dream of a better life with a nice guy and a white picket fence.
The chicken was making me sick. Too damn greasy. My head hurt a little, t
oo. I couldn’t be thinking about the future Misty and I didn’t have when I was feeling so bad. This conversation was stupid, anyway. It didn’t get me any closer to resolving the issue that brought us together in the first place.
I wished Sal would show the fuck up. Some good old fashioned action would make me feel better. In the meantime, I rolled my window down to get some fresh air. I hoped the air would blow the headache out from between my ears, and take these damn thoughts about Misty being too good and marrying some nice guy with a job and tie along with it.
“Yeah, I think everyone wants to see that girl live up to her potential,” Shark mused aloud. “Don’t even think she’d be in the trouble she’s in now if she just left town. She should have gotten the hell out of Bend the second her Daddy ended up on the wrong end of a long knife.”
“Misty loves that town,” I said, surprising myself by letting my thoughts out through my mouth. “She doesn’t want to leave.”
Shark scoffed.
“She’s young. Give her a year or two. She’ll wise up and see that she’s better than this. I’ve known that girl since she was wearing cotton diapers. She’s always been a rare bird. Mostly cause of her pops. But she’ll get sorted out.”
“If she survives,” I snapped, rubbing my temples. “We keep talking about her like her life isn’t in danger.”
“She’s got you to keep her safe,” Shark said, his tone darkening along with his eyes. “You are gonna keep her safe, right?”
“As best I can,” I seethed. “But what happens if things go sideways? I’m just one man, Shark. I wish you and the rest of the old crew would lend a goddamn hand in this situation. Millions’ own fucking daughter, and all you guys…”
“Look,” Shark said, lifting a finger to the road. Perfect fucking timing, Sal. Just when I might have gotten somewhere. Shark whistled high out his window, adding a clever little hand signal to it. His boys were waiting in the closed-down Church’s. I watched a single hand give a peace sign through a crack in one of the window boards. They were ready.