Wrecker

by Winter Travers

  “Cora. She edits books,” Nikki chirped.

  “And before anyone says it, isn’t it surprising she isn’t a phone sex operator or smuggling elephants?” I drawled.

  “Elephants is more believable. And if you make damn good money, why the hell aren’t we charging you rent?” Wrecker grabbed the container of orange juice and splashed some into his cup.

  “‘Cause I’m not here because I want to be. I’m forced to be here because my brother is an idiot.”

  Nickel snickered. “Now, that’s the damn truth.”

  Karmen reached back and socked him in the stomach. “It’s still her brother, dumbass.”

  Cora waved her hand. “Really, it’s okay. I don’t live in some fantasy world where I think my brother is some hero. He’s a dumbass and has messed up a lot of people’s lives. Hopefully, he can fix shit before he gets his head blown off,” she said matter-of-factly.

  “We’re getting it fixed.” Wrecker drained his glass and set it on the bar. “You ready for that tour, babe?”

  Butterflies flitted in my stomach, and goosebumps ran up my arms. “I guess I’d be down for that.”

  Karmen reached for the bag Nickel had set at her feet. “What does she need a tour for? Down the hallway is the bedrooms, and through that door is a big ass garage. Tour done.”

  “Baby,” Nickel called as he wiggled his eyebrows.

  Recognition dawned on her face. “Oh. That kind of tour. Yeah, totally give her the tour. I got my tour from Pipe, though.”

  “Baby,” Nickel said again.

  She swatted her hand at him. “You know I didn't mean that kind of tour. My tour was this is the bar, sit down and drink until Nickel comes back.”

  “That’s when you earned the nickname Captain,” Pipe called.

  Karmen sighed. “Good times.”

  “Babe,” Wrecker called.

  I knew I had been nervous to hang out with the girls, but now that we were here, it wasn’t that bad. “Coming.”

  He reached for my hand when I got near and tugged me down the dark hallway. “You okay?”

  “Um, I think so. Things got a little hairy with all the questioning, but I’m good.”

  We walked to the end of the hallway then hooked a right. “We’re the last door on the left. Cora took over my old room, and I moved down here.”

  “Whose room was it before?”

  He pulled his keys out of his pocket and jabbed one into the door handle. “No one’s. We just used it to store random shit.” He pushed open the door and motioned for me to walk in.

  He flipped on the light switch, and I was surprised as hell for the second time today. “It’s huge.”

  He chuckled behind me, and I heard the door shut. He flipped the lock and wrapped his arms around me. “That’s always nice to hear come out of your mouth.”

  “I’m talking about your room, Wrecker. Not about what’s in your pants.”

  He brushed my hair to the side and pressed his lips to my ear. “I already know you think that’s huge, babe.”

  “You would remember that.”

  He pressed a kiss to my ear. “You say a lot of shit so I try to remember the important stuff.”

  I didn’t have much else to say. All I could do was look at his room in awe. “Did we step into another dimension?” The difference from the clubhouse to Wrecker’s room was unbelievable.

  The walls were painted a rich, dark brown, and the floor was covered in lush beige carpet that made me want to slip my shoes off and sink my toes into it. His king-sized bed was pressed up against the far wall with a deep, dark black comforter laid over it. “Is that a fireplace?” I gasped.

  “Just an electric one, babe. The heat is shit in the winter this far out from the common room. That was why no one ever took this room.”

  I looked over my shoulder at him. “Yet you gave your room up for Cora so she wouldn’t have to sleep here.”

  He shrugged and pushed me further into the room. “It’s nice being away from the guys a bit and sleeping with an extra blanket on really isn’t that big of a deal.”

  “Mmmhmm, is that how you are going to play it off?” Wrecker may be all tough and gruff, but I knew underneath all those muscles and beard, he was a good man.

  “How about we get a little silence, babe?”

  “Oh, so you can avoid talking about stuff but I can’t?”

  He wrapped me up in his arms and threaded his fingers in my hair. He gently tugged, and I tipped my head back to look up at him. “I’m not avoiding anything, babe.”

  I rested my hands on his shoulders. “You’re a good man, Wrecker.”

  “That’s an unpopular opinion, Alice.”

  “It may be unpopular, but it’s my opinion. I’m right, too.”

  He shook his head. “You can believe whatever you want inside that pretty head, babe, but I know a few people who would argue with you.”

  I cleared my throat. “You know what I say? People who don’t believe in you aren’t worth your time. Also, people who say pizza isn’t a breakfast food aren’t worth your time. You really don’t need that kind of negativity in your life.”

  “So, I let you eat pizza for breakfast this morning and that makes me a good man?” he laughed.

  “I mean, there's more to it, but that’s a good place to start.” He lifted me up and walked toward the bed. “Wait!”

  His steps faltered, and his arms squeezed tightly around me. “What is it?”

  “Can we go to the couch?” I pointed over his shoulder at the large couch that was in front of the fireplace. “I kind of wanted to do something for you.”

  “For me?” he asked

  I nodded. “Yep, but I’m not going to tell you what it is. You need to go sit on the couch and let me go.”

  “Not really into having you far away from me right now, babe.”

  There went the damn butterflies again. “I promise I’m not going anywhere. Just let me down and go sit.”

  His brow furrowed, but he let me down. “Your ass better be following right behind me.”

  Even when I was trying to be bossy, he had to throw some assiness at me. I pushed on his shoulder and nodded to the couch. “Go.” He moved to go sit on the couch, and I pulled my shirt over my head. “Oh, and no turning around.” He shook his head, but thankfully listened.

  I had changed my mind about his blow job when he had whispered to me that he was always close by. Then he had held my hand while we walked down the hallway. He was racking up all sorts of blow job points. I kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned my pants, and dropped them to the floor.

  “Where the hell are you?” The low timber of his voice sent a shiver up my back.

  I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. “Hold your horses, man.” I took a deep breath and moved to the couch. “Wait!”

  “Jesus Christ, woman. What now? I heard your damn clothes hit the floor and my dick is rock hard. There really isn’t much more to wait for.”

  “Uh, you need to take your clothes off. I didn’t factor that into my plan before.” Having him stand up after he saw me was totally going to kill the flow of what I had envisioned in my mind. “But don’t turn around. Take off your clothes and stay facing the fireplace.”

  He shook his head but stood up. He yanked his shirt off and tossed it over his head at me.

  “Hey,” I protested when it landed on my head. I yanked it off and saw him bent over. “Whatcha doing there?” I moved closer to the couch to see his jeans strain against his tight ass.

  “About to say fuck whatever plan you having going on in your head and just fuck the shit out of you.”

  “What?” I squawked. “You can’t do that.” I had this planned out in my head, and dammit, it was going to go the way I wanted it to.

  He stood up, unbutton his pants and dropped them around his ankles. He held his arms out with his palms up. “Now what, babe?”

  The urge to pull out my phone and take a picture was strong. “Uh, picture time?”

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nbsp; He lowered his hands and shook his head. “Dick hard as a goddamn rock and you want to take pictures. You’re killing me here.”

  “It’s a good photo op,” I whispered. “But, since you don’t want to do that, you can sit back down and I can resume my master plan.”

  He sat down on the couch and spread his arms out on the back. “You better not be grabbing a camera, woman. I’ll lay you across my lap and spank that lush ass of yours.”

  “Lush? That sounds kind of sexy.”

  “You are sexy, Woman. Now get your ass over here.”

  So bossy. But it was hot, and it turned me on even though it would be a cold day in Hell that I would admit that to him.

  I walked the few steps to the couch. “Close your eyes.”

  “Closed,” he growled.

  I was walking a thin line telling him what to do, but I knew it was all going to pay off in the end. “Good boy.”

  “Alice.”

  Yep, he was getting pissed.

  I stood in front of him and took in the gloriousness of his muscled thighs and huge dick that was standing at attention, waiting for me. “Sweet sticky molasses.”

  “Babe, you need to ride it or suck it.”

  I ignored his impatient tone. “Spread your legs.”

  He cocked open his legs, and I knelt between them. I rested my hands on his thighs, and a soft moan fell from my lips.

  I lowered my head and pressed a kiss to the tip of his penis.

  “Fuck. Yes. I’ve been dreaming of your mouth on my dick.” His eyes were open, and he looked like he wanted to devour me.

  I leaned back and smiled. “Dreams do come true, Mr. President,” I whispered. I wrapped my hand around the base cock and squeezed.

  “You look hot as fuck with my dick in your hand.”

  “Just wait and see what else I plan to do.”

  *

  Chapter 13

  Wrecker

  Her mouth was like a hot, wet vise on my dick. She moved her mouth up and twisted her hand down. Over and over. The soft mewling that came from her throat was almost as good as the feel of her mouth.

  I threaded my fingers though her hair, gripping her scalp, and pulled her up and down. “Fuck yeah, babe.”

  Her hand that wasn’t on my dick swept up my leg and onto my chest. Her nails dug into my pecs, and the sharp bite of pain made me close my eyes and drop my head back. A low moan rumbled from my chest, and my balls tightened as she sucked hard while her hand twisted up.

  “I’m gonna come, babe,” I strangled out.

  She doubled her efforts instead of shrinking away. My fingers gripped her scalp, and my hips lifted off the couch as I poured my cum down her throat. I felt her swallow around my dick as I was coming down from the best blow job of my life. “Son of a bitch,” I breathed out.

  She slid her mouth down on my dick one last time, then pulled off with a loud pop. She wiped the corners of her mouth and sat back on her heels. She looked up at me, and I had no fucking clue what to say. This woman who was always the life of the party was actually broken inside, and I had been the one she chose to share that with. I knew more about her than anyone out in that room.

  “Okay?”

  Okay? Fucking Christ. That had been everything but okay. “Fucking amazing.”

  A huge smile spread across her lips. “Yeah?”

  Jesus. She had to have known by how hard I just came that I wasn’t shitting her. I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her onto my lap. My dick was already rebounding from the workout she had just given it. “The fact that my dick is ready to go again should show you just how amazing that was.”

  She rested her hands on my shoulders and sighed. “That was way better than I imagined it would be. I figured it would be hot as hell, but I should have known with you, everything is always fifty gazillion times better.”

  My hands palmed her ass, and I lifted her slightly ‘til her sweet pussy was lined up with my dick. “Gonna fuck you now, babe.”

  She slowly sunk down on my dick, and her eyes closed. “I’m not going to argue with you on that, Mr. President,” she whispered.

  “Move,” I growled. She was so fucking hot and wet that my dick was ready to fucking explode again. I didn’t know how the hell she did it, but she drove me fucking insane.

  She used her hand on my shoulders to lift up on her knees, then she slowly slid back down. “I’m going to do this for the rest of my life,” she sighed.

  “Fuck me?” I grunted. I had never been one to talk so much during sex, but with Alice, holding a conversation while my dick was buried inside her was something that happened.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Babe, I love fucking you, but you gotta give me a break every now and then.”

  She leaned in and pressed a hot, greedy kiss against my lips. “Breaks are for wussies, not bad ass biker presidents.”

  She was going to fucking kill me.

  I jack-knifed off the couch with her legs wrapped around me, my dick still buried in her sweet pussy, and stalked over to the bed. “Then I guess I’m going to have to wear you out, babe.” I planted a knee on the bed and laid her down.

  She spread her legs and pulled them up to her chest, giving me a whole new angle to drive into her. “Don’t stop,” she moaned.

  I smashed my lips down on her mouth, and my hips pounded into her. Our breathing was labored, and our moans mingled together. “So fucking good,” I groaned against her lips. There was never going to be another woman like Alice. God broke the mold when he made her, and I was the lucky bastard who got to have her.

  “Didn’t plan on it,” I growled. I sat back and looked down at her. Her dark, silky hair was spread out on the pillow, and her eyes were closed. Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth, and her hands clenched the sheets.

  My hands grabbed behind her knees and jacked her legs up even higher. I thrusted hard, making sure she would feel me everywhere. Alice didn’t want me to stop, and I wanted her to remember who was inside her long after we were done.

  Her pussy clenched around my dick, milking me. “Please, Wrecker,” she moaned. “Harder.”

  I collapsed back down on top of her and planted my hands next to her head. “Fucking insatiable,” I growled.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. “Only for you.” She pressed her lips to mine, and I sucked on her bottom lip while she buried her fingers into my hair.

  She threw her head back as she came around my dick and moaned long and hard. I pounded into her, needing to come while her pussy squeezed and milked my dick.

  “Alice,” I shouted as I came again. Her fingers sifted through my hair, and her legs wrapped around me as I pumped my cum into her pussy.

  “How does that get better every time?” she mused quietly.

  I collapsed onto the bed, my legs tangled with hers, and sighed. “No fucking clue,” I mumbled. She was right, though. I didn’t know how it was possible, but I had just come even harder than I had when her lips were wrapped around my dick ten minutes ago.

  We laid there, both of us panting. She ran her fingers through my beard and sighed.

  “What are you thinking, babe?” I murmured.

  “Nothing important,” she whispered.

  “You know you’re going to tell me.”

  She shook her head. “No, I’m not.”

  “Hungry?” I asked.

  “I’m always hungry, Wrecker.”

  “Then you’re thinking about pizza.”

  She laughed and threaded her fingers through mine. Her other hand continued to pet my beard. “Do you ever comb this?”

  “That’s what you were thinking about?” I laughed.

  “Well, no, but I was watching my hand and then I thought about how soft your beard is.”

  “I run my fingers through it in the morning.”

  She hummed under her breath.

  “Now tell me what you were thinking about.”

  She rolled into me and push
ed me onto my back. She rested her head on my shoulder and pressed her finger to my lips. “You talk too much.”

  Now that was the pot calling the fucking kettle black. “Wonder who I learned that from.” I pressed a kiss to her finger and threaded my fingers through hers.

  “What’s your name?” she asked. “Like your real name.”

  “Really?” That's what she was thinking about?

  “You know what? Never mind. I can just look at your driver’s license and be disappointed quietly when you tell me it’s Norbert or something like that.”

  “Damn, babe. You got me pegged. My name is Norbert.”

  Her jaw dropped, and she raised her head to look at me. “Seriously?”

  I nodded.

  “I don’t believe you,” she fired.

  I shrugged. “Gotta take my word for it, babe.”

  “Um, nah I don’t.” She jumped off the bed and frantically looked around on the floor.

  “What in the hell are you doing, woman?” Not that I didn’t enjoy the view of her tits and pussy, but I liked it better when she was lying next to me.

  She pointed her hand at me and snapped her fingers. “By the couch.” She dove over the back of the couch and fell to the floor.

  “Woman, what in the hell?” I couldn’t see her but I could hear her scrambling around.

  Her arm raised over the couch with my wallet in hand. “You tell me what your real name is, or I will forever call you Norbert. Even in front of you club dudes. You will forever be President Norbert.”

  “You’re killing me, babe,” I laughed. My name wasn’t Norbert, but it was fucking funny watching her to try and figure it out. “There is nothing wrong with the name Norbert. It’s what my mama called me.”

  “I fully believe you came out of the womb with a beard and a scowl on your face. I need to meet your mother to verify these things.” She stood up in all her naked glory and clutched the wallet to her chest. “Now tell me your name before I open your wallet and find out myself.”

  “Does it matter what it is? I can’t even remember the last time someone has even called me it. Even my sister calls me Wrecker.”

  She tilted her head to the side. “You have a sister?”