Slamming Demon: A Pounding Hearts Novel

by Izzy Sweet, Sean Moriarty

His lips pull into a slow grin and he nods his head. Before I have time to reconsider, he’s got me by the hand again and he’s leading me onto the dance floor.

  Whether it’s in the cage, in a bed or on a dance floor, Brett’s always known how to move.

  Resting his hands gently on my waist, he pulls me close and he helps me rock my hips. It takes only seconds for me to pick up his rhythm and then the rest of the club fades away until we’re grinding and rocking against each other, caught up in our own special groove.

  “Mandy,” Brett pants when the song changes and we have to slow down. I just want to have fun but the way he’s looking at me, his face is entirely too serious. “I missed you.”

  Fuckin’ hell, it literally feels like behind my ribs my heart swells. The next breath I take is so slow it’s painful. I have to look away when I tell him, “I missed you too.”

  “Why…” He starts but I act immediately. I can’t handle that question right now. I press my fingers against his lips to stop him.

  Shaking my head, I warn him, “Don’t, please don’t.”

  Brett’s shoulders slump and I feel him pulling away from me both physically and emotionally.

  I drop my fingers from his lips and grab him by the shoulders. “Later. I promise. I’ll tell you anything you want to know later.”

  Brett’s eyes blaze at me, he’s not happy but he’s also not walking away from me.

  “Please,” I plead. “Please just dance with me?”

  Brett nods his head and before he changes his mind, I press my body against his body. Wrapping my arms around his neck, my breasts squash against his chest. I thrust my hips into his hips and rock, grinding against his bulge.

  “Fuck,” he groans. “Don’t tease me.”

  Feeling reckless. Feeling like there’s an angry, sexually frustrated teenage girl trapped inside me just screaming to come out, I grind hard into him again. Stimulating my own clit.

  Brett’s head dips down and he growls. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  I lower my lashes and smirk. “Isn’t that what you came here to do?”

  His face moves in closer, until we’re almost nose to nose. For a moment I swear he’s going to kiss me, and fuck if I’m not going to let him. His head turns at the last second and then he’s breathing into my ear so that only I can hear. “It wasn’t always just sex with us, Mandy.”

  It wasn’t, but I so can’t even go there right now.

  Fuck it, you only live once. And it’s been so long…. Seriously, how many times can you break a heart? Can you even break if it’s still broken?

  The horny teenager inside of me grips his shoulders hard and lifts up on her tiptoes so I can whisper back to him. “Yeah, but you have to admit the sex was really fucking good.”

  Oops, I just did it again. I’m making this all about sex.

  I’m a bad, bad girl.

  Brett growls and grabs me by the hips, pulling me back into his trapped hard-on. “Last warning. If you don’t stop, I’m going to find a dark corner and fuck you silly.”

  I’ve been thinking about Brett fucking me silly all week. There’s not a night that’s gone by that I didn’t regret running away from him when we were interrupted in the back of the arena. My body ached to finish what we started. I couldn’t fall asleep without relieving the throb between my thighs. It’s been so long since I’ve been with Brett, since I’ve been with anyone. I tried to date after him, but my heart just wasn’t into it. No one compared. No one could work me up the way he does.

  And now, now that he’s right here in front of me, looking sexy as sin. How can I resist him? To me, he’s always been irresistible.

  I know I could put a stop to this now and shut it down, he’s totally giving me the out. God help me but I want him. He’s always been my weakness. It’s like he emits some super strong fuck-me-Mandy pheromones.

  I moan, rubbing myself against him and clutch the front of his shirt.

  “Mandy, how much have you had to drink?” Brett asks.

  “Just a little.”

  I’m not sure how I’m doing it but I realize I’m walking backwards. Then my back meets a hard wall.

  “Look at me,” Brett says and his fingers curl around my chin.

  I peer up at him through my lashes.

  “How many drinks?”

  “Two before the club and two since we got here.”

  “Are you drunk?”

  I’m so lost in Brett’s eyes, seriously, they’re too beautiful. “No, I’m not drunk, just a little buzzed.” Grace and I did our pre-gaming back at her place at least a couple of hours ago.

  Brett’s lips curve into a wicked smile and he says, “Good.” He rolls his hips into me, grinding me with his hard bulge. I moan and go up on my tiptoes. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

  I do, I really, really do. But, “I can’t leave Grace. We look out for each other when we go out.”

  Brett nods. “Give me a minute and I’ll make sure Jill gets her home?”

  A soft, “Okay,” rolls off of my lips then Brett is crushing them against his mouth.

  “Stay right here, okay?” he asks me, finally pulling away after kissing me until I feel like I’m drunk.

  I nod because I totally can’t move my tongue enough to talk. He grins, his eyes lighting up and then he’s gone.

  It feels like only seconds pass before he’s back, taking me by the hand and leading me out into the cool night. He doesn’t let go, if anything his fingers tighten around me as we quietly walk to his car.

  Perhaps it’s just the dark glittering sky stretching out above me but I can feel the enormity of this decision weighing down on me. After tonight, after this, things are either going to get better or they’re going to get much, much worse. But I can’t go back now, we can never go back.

  My feet are carrying me towards him.

  “Are you okay?” Brett asks, stopping by a giant black monster of a truck.

  I nod my head and point at the truck. “Is that yours?”

  Brett grins and unlocks the door. He’s going to have to give me a hand up to get in. “Yep. Do you like her?”

  I smirk and step up. Brett gives me a boost, his hands lingering on my ass before I’m settled.

  I tell him, “I’d think you were trying to overcompensate if I didn’t know better,” before he closes the door.

  Brett hops inside the driver’s side and buckles up. Once he’s settled, he reaches over and grabs my hand. He places my hand right on his dick and asks, “Why don’t you check to make sure?”

  Fuck, sitting in a car with my hand on Brett’s dick just brings up too many memories. I fight them back as I squeeze my fingers. He feels just as big, just as thick as I remember. Thick enough to stretch me and big enough to drive it all the way home. He turns the ignition and the truck roars to life. I jerk my hand back in surprise but I need the distance between us.

  “Well?” Brett asks, keeping his eyes trained on the road. “What’s the verdict?”

  “Mmm, I’m not sure,” I smirk over at him. “I’ll know better when I get you out of your clothes.”

  Brett guns the gas and I laugh as I’m pushed back into the seat. “Someone’s a little eager.”

  “That light wasn’t red, I swear it was orange.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Brett

  I am starting to rethink keeping my system clean for this next month.

  Shit, I want a drink, and a fuck, and maybe an ibuprofen. I was completely planning on taking Mandy home tonight, but first she looks like she is ready to kill me for showing up, and then she is almost fucking me against the wall.

  My cock is truly straining in my pants as I fly through the red light, and yeah it was red. I’m pretty sure I deserved a ticket if a cop would have seen that. Then again, I’m not sure I would be willing to stop. Me getting out of the car right now is in no way a good idea with the raging boner I have going on. Damn, her hand felt like a hot fucking grip of heat.

  It's li
ke we are flying in a dream though. The roads are pretty empty, and as I push the gas peddle down on the long stretches, the truck seems to float along. The night is almost like a dream in that I never thought I would be driving this woman anywhere again. And fuck, I’m driving her to my house for a night of what I hope will be us as wild, passionate beasts fucking each other senseless.

  My hand reaches over to snag hers, and she takes a very long look down at our hands and how the fingers twine together. I forgot how really small she is compared to me. Her fingers are about three-fourths the size of mine. The fact that she noticeably has to stand on her tip-toes to reach up to talk to me is a massive turn on for me.

  I like those little fingers, and I love how I know just by looking at her that I will be able to fully cover her lush body with my own. She will be my very own fuck fairy. She might have forgot about me thinking of her as my own little fairy, but I haven’t. This though is what is driving me mad because I am obviously not done with her.

  Despite what I may have said to Bear or what I may have thought, she has been on mind for fucking years.

  Pulling up in front of my parents’ house, I look over to see Mandy’s eyebrows raising up and she looks to me uncertain but she doesn’t remark on it.

  I hop down, out of the truck, and walk around the door to her side. Helping her out of the truck, I lead her into the dark house through the front door.

  Shutting the door, I turn around and press her against it. My lips instantly crush against her as I kiss her deep and hard. She still tastes the same as I remember, and fuck is it intoxicating. I want to push every emotion into that kiss I can to make up for the last five years, but I am not sure I really can.

  Mandy

  Brett is kissing me so hard, so deep, I can’t breathe. But I can’t stop him, I can’t slow this down. I need this connection with him more than I need air.

  I clutch at him, my fingers tearing at his shirt. If I could, I’d shred the thing with my nails. I need his skin, I need to remember how touching him feels.

  My feet spread, my thighs parting just enough for him to press himself against me. He pushes me, trapping me against the door with his solid weight as he kisses me deeper. His hard cock grinds into me, grinding against my soaked panties.

  At the rate we’re going I don’t think we’re going to make it to his room.

  “Mandy,” Brett groans as his lips finally tear away and I suck in a gasp full of air. “My little fairy girl,” he growls as one hand covers my breast.

  Something deep inside me clenches with want as he calls me his. At this moment I’d give anything to still be his girl.

  He squeezes my breast, molding it against his hand and my head tips back, a breathy moan exhaled until I gasp in more air.

  My leg draws up, as if it has a will of its own, and my thigh locks on his hip. Brett reaches behind me with his other hand and grabs up a big handful of my ass. “Wrap both of your legs around me.”

  Helping me, his hand slides from my ass, grabbing my other thigh and pulling it up until both of my legs are wrapped tightly around his waist. I’m still upright only because he has me pressed so hard against the door.

  My hands lift, arms instinctually wrapping around his neck for support. He starts kissing me again and I feel so dizzy, so drunk from the way his tongue tangles with my own, it takes me a few seconds to realize he has spun us around and he’s kissing me while carrying me across the dark room.

  “So little, so small in my arms,” he says huskily as he begins to lower me down on something soft. I’m pretty sure we didn’t walk up the stairs. We must be somewhere in the living room.

  My arms tighten, trying to pull him down with me, but he chuckles. “So dainty.”

  He grabs my hands, trapping both of them in one of his. He pins my arms above my head, and I feel my hands hitting against what may be the arm of a couch. “I could break you.”

  “Break me,” I pant out and arch my back, rubbing myself against him. I can’t stop myself, it’s the only thing that relieves the throb that pulses between my thighs. “I fucking dare you.”

  Brett makes a rumbling noise deep in his throat, and then I feel him reaching between us, hand reaching up my skirt. His fingers find my panties and yank them to the side. The fabric is soaked and tries to cling to my skin but he just tears it off.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he chokes.

  Now that my panties are gone and I’m soaking wet, the air feels uncomfortably cold down there. My eyes begin to adjust to the dark, and I can make out his face as he explores me.

  I cry out as his rough fingers find me, sliding through my slick folds. One of his big fingers slides slowly inside me and my thighs tense, my inner walls clenching around him. “So fucking tight, Mandy. Fuck, I need to be inside you.”

  “Yes,” I groan, straining against his hold. “Brett, fuck me. I need you.” I implore him as he withdraws his finger.

  It’s been five years. Five fucking long years. I’ve dreamt of this. I’ve imagined this so many times. I know as soon as he thrusts his cock inside me I’m going to explode.

  “Fuck,” Brett curses and his hand leaves me completely.

  I writhe against the couch, feeling so empty, so needy I might just die if I don’t get him inside me soon.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Brett curses and he’s fumbling with something. I hear the loud zip of his zipper then there’s a flash, a reflection of something shiny. Foil tears.

  My fingers curl, nails digging into my palms as I feel the beat of my heart pulsing hard between my thighs. “Brett, please,” I plead softly.

  “I know, baby, just a moment…” he says frantically. And then without warning I feel the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.

  There’s a moment of resistance, as if my body might reject him. “So fucking tight,” he groans.

  I lift my hips at the same time he pushes forward. The resistance breaks and he slides every thick inch into me. He stretches me to the brink as he buries himself deep, and then he stops, just holding himself there.

  “God damn, you fit me like a fucking glove,” he groans.

  I clench down, gripping his cock, and Brett growls. “Don’t, fuck. I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”

  I rock my hips, needing the friction. “I can’t help it. You feel so good.”

  Brett curses and then he’s apologizing. “I’m sorry, baby.”

  Before I can ask him what he’s sorry for he’s bending forward, his mouth crushing my mouth. His hand reaches between us. His fingers find my clit and my hips jerk, my body tenses. Frantically, his fingers use my own wetness to swirl against the hard little bud until I’m crying out into his mouth.

  Just as I reach the bliss of orgasm, pussy spasming, wetness gushing, Brett starts to pound himself inside me. Fucking me like a wild animal.

  His hand moves, his fingers leaving my clit as he drills himself deep. I’m vaguely aware of him latching onto my breast then I’m mindless as the couch creaks. My body rocks and my breasts bounce. He crashes into my clit again and again each time the head of his cock smashes into the barrier of my womb.

  I cry out again and he joins me this time. Waves of pleasure roll through me, his body jerks and twitches above me. Another orgasm overwhelms me suddenly, my walls milking him for everything he’s got as I feel him pulse and swell.

  “Fucking hell, you drained me,” he sighs as he releases my wrists and then lowers his weight down on top of me with a groan.

  I think we must have hit a remote because the TV flickers on, blue light filling the room.

  I wrap my arms around him, unable to resist the need to hold him close. My hands stroke down his back but his shirt is still between us. We were so desperate for each other we fucked with our clothes still on.

  He buries his face against my neck, and right now I wouldn’t move for anything in the world. This is where I belong, right here, with Brett in my arms. The realization hits me so hard it fucking hurts though I
know I should have always known.

  “Are you alright?” Brett asks lifting up and looking deep into my eyes as if he can see straight to my soul.

  I can’t talk, I feel myself choking up with emotion. I nod my head and Brett frowns.

  He reaches over, caressing my cheek. “Are you sure? Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to be so rough, you just felt so fucking good.”

  I shake my head and take a deep breath, searching for the words. “That was… intense. You didn’t hurt me, it felt insanely good.”

  My legs tremble and my walls suddenly spasm with a little aftershock.

  Brett was starting to grin but it twists into a tortured groan. He pulls himself out and looks down between us. I watch his eyes fill with horror.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask and look down. Did he hurt me? Is there something wrong with me down there? I feel a little tender but nothing abnormal.

  My blood freezes and it feels like my heart stops as he looks back up and tells me, “The condom broke.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Brett

  Mandy must still remember the layout of the house because I barely see her leaping off the couch and running towards the bathroom in the dark.

  A loud, “Ow. Fuck!” comes from her as she bumps into the corner of a wall, then I hear the door slamming shut in the bathroom.

  I walk over to the end table and switch on a lamp. Looking down at my cock, the condom band is still wrapped around the base of my still throbbing erection. Fucking organ still wants to be fucking even after it busted the damn rubber made to keep him safe.

  I want to chuckle but I am not sure why I would even do that. The sense of dread is starting to build very quickly in me. Fuck, I haven’t had a scare like this since I was a fucking teen, and that was with the exact same girl I am having it with now. How fucked up is that?

  I pull the band off of my thick cock and push my dick back into my pants. Yeah, I went commando, and stiff denim material makes it a bit rough as I walk into the kitchen to toss away broken rubber.