by A. J. Downey
I rucked the long, heavy, flowing skirt of her gown into my hands, inching it up to give her enough slack to lift the halter over her head. She broke the kiss and moved with me, bowing her head, lifting it over, before peeling the front of the dress off of her skin. I chuckled and had to kind of figure that she had some sort of adhesive holding things in place, there was no way it would have stayed covering her perfect breasts with that plunging neckline without a little help.
She let the dress drop into a puddle at her feet and pressed her body back up against mine. My arms went back around her, holding her to me, as she boldly shoved my underwear off and captured my throbbing cock, stroking it between us with one small hand.
Our mouths tangled like wildfire caught in the wind, the flames swirling high and higher, twining and twisting, rolling together beautifully as my hands found the globes of her ass and pressed her even tighter against me. She had on these black lace panties that rode high on her ass and I had half a handful of them and half of her smooth and perfect skin. It was an amazing and alluring contrast in textures as I lifted her bodily right out of her heels.
She let me go, her hand leaving my cock so she could put both arms around my shoulders and twine those muscular legs, which were easily half of her short height, around my hips. I was made instantly aware of just how much she wanted me. Her wetness was soaking through her panties and pressing against my cock, the scent of her arousal suddenly permeating the air and driving me all sorts of wild. I turned us both so I could lay her on the bed and she tore her mouth from mine so that she could lay back and look.
I snatched a condom out of the damn gift basket on the bedside table and she smiled, her hands running over every bit of me that she could reach, as I tore it open. She laid back, taking her hands from my skin and ran them over her own, cupping her breasts like low-hanging fruit just begging for my mouth to be on them.
I stared at her, rolling the black, slippery latex over the head of my dick and down my shaft and the naked want and need in her eyes as she grasped her bottom lip between her teeth made me throb. A surge of pleasure pulsed out from my balls and through my bloodstream so intensely I thought for a second that I fucking came before I could even get inside her.
I knelt on the bed between her thighs, stroking myself and letting my eyes rove down her, from those gorgeous eyes of hers, over her beautiful breasts, down her flat stomach to her adorable navel, to the light little pooch of her lower belly. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her black panties and revealed the rest of her, whisking the scrap of material away from her glistening sex over her strong legs covered in black, thigh-high stockings, which were so hot on her I had every intention of leaving them right where they were.
God, she was beautiful, that classic sense of timeless beauty. Full-figured, like Marilyn Monroe. A total blonde bombshell on par with Scarlett Johannsen, and she was giving herself to me completely.
Mine for tonight, and if I had anything to say about it, for all eternity after. Her spirit was a pure shining gold, resonating with my own on such a deep sub-level I wondered how I’d ever made it work with anyone else up to this point.
I was loving how she was giving herself completely over to the act of sex with me right now, too, like all of her inhibitions had gone out the fucking window. She lay there, looking up at me, her hands traveling over her skin, gripping her breasts, pinching her nipples, smoothing over her stomach and thighs as her hips lifted unbidden from the plush pillow-top mattress in invitation for me to take her.
She wasn’t putting on a show, she was genuinely immersed completely in both me and the moment, and it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life. Her eyes dilated with her passion, heavy-lidded with her wanting and lust. I let myself fall forward and caught myself with a firm hand above her shoulder; with the other I kept up the rhythmic stroking of my cock, pressing it at her opening, lifting it to stroke her wetness over her pussy lips and against her clit.
She gasped and moaned, writhing under me impatiently while I teased her with my cock until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I was about to ask her to open her eyes, to look me in mine as I slid my way into her hungry waiting pussy, but I didn’t have to. She fixed me with her gaze, dark passion radiating from it, and I slipped my way inside her, sexy and slow, inch by agonizing inch, lowering myself on top of her, until our bodies were pressed close and I could kiss her again.
Jesus Christ, I needed a minute like this, deep in her, tongues warring, my body pressed to hers while I struggled to hold off. To not come, not yet, but damn, it was a near thing, a losing battle. I wasn’t sure I was going to last. How could I with a woman like her underneath me?
16
Lilli…
I slid my hands along his warm, warm, skin and hugged him with my thighs as he moved with purpose inside me. He smoothed his thumbs along the side of my cheek as if to move my hair but really, it was a protective, covetous touch that made me grip him harder with my pussy. I wanted him inside me, deep and deeper still, and there would be no way that I could get enough.
I was madly, deeply, and totally in love with a man named Backdraft and it brought me such happiness I couldn’t even begin to express it. For once, the author had no words, and so, I tried to tell him via a different route.
I kissed him with passion, I gripped him with fervor, I touched every smooth and chiseled inch of him that I could put my hands on and I felt like it was still woefully inadequate to express how I felt. I had never had a man set me on fire the way that he did.
I giggled against his mouth, I couldn’t help it, and he pulled back from our kiss and searched my face, a smile of his own touching his lips.
“What?” he asked in a gentle whisper, but he didn’t stop moving his hips. If anything, pushing himself up like he had, had driven him deeper, the way I wanted. I felt my eyes flutter shut and I moaned. I remembered I owed him an explanation and fought my way through the fog of bliss to give it to him.
“Mm, I thought it was your job to put out fires. Not to start them.”
He chuckled deeply, darkly, and put his lips next to my ear and whispered in a sexy growl, “Well, let me introduce you to a controlled burn, baby.”
The way he said it, so intense, so low and sincere, made me shudder beneath him. I put my hands to his face and my mouth to his, the intensity turned up between us as we kissed like our very survival depended on it.
He reared up, and hooked an arm beneath one of my knees, laying my leg along his chest, resting my calf on his shoulder, his hand smoothing up and down over the silk of my stocking as he seated himself impossibly deep inside me and stilled for the time being. His other hand he used to trail fingertips across my chest in a feather-light touch, drawing an ever-tightening spiral around one nipple before pinching it with slowly increasing pressure until I threw back my head and gasped. He kept things just like that, where it just felt so good and didn’t spill over into pain.
He jerked his hips thrusting himself into me, our bodies already tight together, rocking inside of me, touching off gentle waves of pleasure that swept up from my core to be met from the waves cascading down from my chest. They met in a swirl of euphoria in the very depths of my being and I moaned, this gasping little pathetic thing that was choked down on a strangled cry when his other hand smoothed down my leg, his thumb finding my clit to tease it with a gentle and fine pressure.
“Oh, sweet Jesus!” I cried and gripped the covers with one hand while I stuffed the other against my mouth to keep from crying out too loudly.
He smiled down at me and turned his head, pressing a kiss against my leg as he slowly began to draw his hips back, adding to the rolling motion, finding that spot inside me, teasing it from the inside at the same time he teased it from the outside with his thumb.
I cried out and it sounded like I whined a little but I couldn’t tell if it was because I was on the edge and I was whining for more, or if the intense feelings he wrought were getting to be too much an
d I needed him to stop. He smiled just a little, and a dark passion filled his eyes as he encouraged me, “That’s it, baby. Come for me, come around my dick. You’re almost there, you got this.”
I panted, feeling like he drew me tight and tighter, my body bowing, shivering with the tension as if I were a rubber band stretched to the breaking point, only when I snapped, it was the best thing to have ever happened to me.
I spasmed and jerked against him, my voice dragged from me as the intensity of the orgasm reached a point where it almost scared me. I wasn’t one to typically cede that much control, but I let him take it and I trusted him, and when the point came that the attention to my clit was far too much, that I was far too sensitive, and I was about to wrap both my hands around his wrist to pull it away, he let go. He moved his hand away from it and back to the top of my thigh, hugging my leg to him as he rode out the last waves of my orgasm, thrusting slowly but surely, his eyes closed as if listening to fine music.
Maybe he was. Maybe he was listening to me. To the little feral whimpers and moans, to my gasping and panting as the sensations he brought out in me plateaued and miraculously began to slowly build all over again.
I didn’t know if I could take anymore, but I wanted to find out. I lay for a moment and stared up at him, dazed. He looked down at me and smiled, bowing over me to place his lips against mine again and I was certain that this was everything; that this was what heaven must be like. To love and be loved, to feel it so completely you didn’t have to speak the words.
I wrapped my arms around him and held close to him. He cradled my head in his hand, his arms slipping around my body to hold me in his protective embrace and I felt so whole, so safe and wanted. It was all I had ever desired and he gave it to me so freely I nearly wept. Yet still he moved inside me as if he had all the time, stamina, and energy in the world.
I gasped, low and slow, even as that sweet sensation suffused me, growing in intensity as the dawn, until that moment where the universe held its breath and all of that light and life burst over my horizon and I cried out, holding tightly to him, his voice rough and ragged in my ear as he cried out too, “Oh, God, Lil!” and his cock throbbed in counterpoint to the pulsating pleasure emanating from the center of my very being.
We came back to each other, me cradled carefully against his chest; him, holding himself protectively over the top of me; both of us, our breathing ragged and uneven. We stared each other in the eyes, wonder shaping our expressions as we stared at one another in disbelief.
I don’t think it had felt that amazing to either of us with anyone else. It was written in our expressions, etched into our hearts and minds and clear as a summer blue sky. We’d just shared something special, something phenomenal, something like neither of us had ever experienced before.
Backdraft said it best when he uttered a single word into the quiet hush of the hotel room.
“Wow.”
Wow, indeed.
17
Backdraft…
“Park downstairs, come inside with me,” she said and though it wasn’t in the form of a question, she was asking, her stormy gray-blue eyes sparkling, yet her mannerisms shy. Her hand was wrapped around two of my fingers and she was swinging our arms back and forth playfully. She didn’t want me to say no, and I didn’t want to, but I had a club meeting to get to and work the next day.
“I’ve got a club meet to get to, babe, or believe me I would.”
She stuck out her lower lip into a pout and said, “I’ll put you on the permanent guest list, all you have to do is show your ID at the front desk and your parking ticket. They’ll validate it for you and send you up.”
“Full-access pass,” I said with a grin. “Guess I gave it to you good.”
She laughed and I swear to God, it was one of the best sounds I’d ever heard. I pulled her closer and leaned way over to keep her away from the hot pipes. She let me kiss her and sighed against my mouth like she’d come home; it had nothing to do with the fact we were parked in front of her building, either.
“Fuck,” I muttered against her lips. “I’ll be back after the meeting. I’ve got to be at work by one, though."
She leaned back and frowned, “In the morning?”
I laughed a little. “In the afternoon.”
She smiled and nodded. “I think I can manage to let you go.”
“You’re a better person than I am,” I told her. She smiled and shook her head.
“Somehow, I really doubt that. You’re the real hero, I just write books.”
“Have to agree to disagree there, babe.”
She glowed a little, thriving with the use of the endearment and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that Lil was pretty love-starved. Maybe that’s why she wrote it so well. Dream about having something long enough and you become more than an expert at it. It made me sad for her. I could tell by her reluctance to ever talk about it that she hadn’t had the easiest time growing up, that there was a little more to it than her proclamation that she’d been raised by her boozer of a mom in a single-parent household.
I didn’t pry, though. I didn’t want to see the sadness flicker through her eyes like lightning on the horizon because that flicker seemed to take forever to go away once it made an appearance.
Still, despite my best intentions on that front, that flicker was there anyway. The memory of it was hanging around like an old ghost, despite her efforts to hide it as she stepped back after one last kiss to let me fire up my bike to head over to the 10-13. I blew her a kiss and she walked backwards to the lobby door. I waited until she was safely at the security desk, talking with the guard there, before I pulled away.
I breezed into the back room reserved for our meetings and private parties once I reached the bar. For once, it looked like the majority of us were here. Actually, all of us were. That was a rarity due to the conflicting job schedules, and especially rare for Narcos and Driller, yet here they were.
“You’re late,” Skids declared and I smiled, I couldn’t help myself.
“Got a good reason for that; I swear it.”
I dropped into the empty seat next to Youngblood who clapped me on the back. Oz leaned back in his chair, tipping the front two legs off the floor, but it was Golden who said what Oz was clearly thinking.
“This, I gotta hear.”
“Probably best before y’all see it on the news,” I said.
“News?” Reflash asked.
“Yeah, I was up in New York last night attending a movie premier.”
“You totally hooked up with that author chick my Aly Cat’s nuts for, didn’t you?” Yale demanded, grinning.
“Actually,” I said, “I don’t think it’s as blasé as that. I really dig Lil and I think it’s going somewhere solid.”
“No fucking joke?” Youngblood asked, “How the fuck am I the last one to hear about this shit?”
“You’ve been busy, man.” Which was the god’s honest truth. He’d been working a triple homicide, an ugly one.
“Yeah, that,” he said dispassionately. “Looks to be a murder-suicide after all. The lab said it’s the only trajectory that makes sense for the dad.” He shook his head. “Been spending two weeks chasing a fucking ghost.”
“Shit, that sucks,” Poe said and I agreed.
“Enough time for that later,” Skids called from the head of the table, waving us down.
“Whatcha got, Boss?” Driller called down from the end.
“Want to get started on the Christmas run,” he said and for a while it was business as usual; spitballing ideas back and forth to make this year’s upcoming Christmas toy drive and charity run one to remember. We did it every year, the ICPD and ICFD working together with our club taking point and organizing it. We even cooperated with the Blue Templars. They were another “law-abiding” cop club, and yeah, I put air quotes around ‘law-abiding’. They may have been cops, but they were dirty as fuck. Unfortunately, they were also slicker than owl-shit and IAB still hadn
’t been able to pin those assholes the fuck down.
It was an ongoing bone of contention between our club, the Blue Templars, and the Indigo City police department’s higher-ups. The Blue Templar’s bullshit was constantly bringing trouble and scrutiny to our door that we didn’t deserve. Then again, all motorcycle clubs were alike, right? Fucking stereotypes.
The meetup wrapped and guys got up to get to work or head off to do whatever, except for Youngblood. He turned to me and raised an eyebrow and I laughed.
“I want to stay and talk about her,” I said.
“But?” he asked with a slow grin.
“But I need to get back to her.”
“Oh, my man, dinner at my place,” he said, pulling out his phone.
I brought out mine, we looked at calendars and set a date a few weeks from now when our schedules looked like they were finally going to match up.
“You seem happy,” he said, and I nodded.
“Yeah. Yeah, I am. She’s nothing like Torrid, man. She’s special. She’s everything. I don’t really know how to describe it.”
Youngblood shrugged and said, “You ain’t gotta, I’ve got Chrissy, remember? I know exactly what you’re talking about, Brother.”
I smiled and nodded, pushing to my feet.
“You bring her by here in a couple of weeks if you can. Break the ice before Chrissy and I have you over.”
I grinned and said, “Barring any disasters, yeah. Should be able to make that work.” I held out a hand and he grasped it, arm-wrestle style and pulled me in. We clapped each other on the back and stepped back.
“Don’t fuckin’ curse yourself, now.”
Another exchange of laughter, and to help him through his bout of superstition, I knocked on the tabletop before heading out into the rest of the restaurant and bar. I waved at the guys hanging around and made my way out to a chorus of ribbing. Youngblood had my back and shut them up as I stepped out into the deepening twilight.