by Zoey Parker
In a swift pull, he removed my shirt over my head. I sighed as I felt his touch move across the small of my back and shoulders before he enclosed one hand over my breast. I leaned back to expose myself to him, to let him have whatever of me he wanted.
He responded by suckling on my neck as he wrapped his fingers in the roots of my hair and tugged gently. My own touch moved over the mountain range of his shoulders, down his rugged arms, over his rolling abs. The towel around his waist fell away as I explored further south.
With one tentative hand, I encircled his girth. It was hard not to gasp out loud; the thing was massive. I could hardly close my fingers around it. The thought of him entering me filled me with equal parts fear and anticipation. We had to go slow. Otherwise, I would shatter like the plates at the diner.
Ember’s kisses on my neck and mouth were gentle, as were his hands as they moved up and down my body. He felt me, tested my skin with gentle strokes. Dropping his mouth, he sucked a nipple between his lips. I sighed as the gentle vibrations from his tongue on my flesh intensified.
I started to pump slowly as he hardened to his full length in my hands. As I did, he unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down my hips. I stepped out of them, leaving me standing bare except for the sheer panties I had on.
I started to shiver in the cold air conditioning, but he pulled me closer into his embrace and let his warmth wash over me. I felt him begin to explore my opening. Just the possibility of his fingers against my button sent nervous waves ricocheting from head to toe. I spread my legs slightly as he probed gently at the lips of my slit.
“Go slow,” I whispered.
With exquisite patience, he began to finger me slowly. I was tight around him, but I tried to relax and let him push deeper into my core. Every easy thrust stoked the heat in my low belly higher. In return, I used both hands on his member to slide up and down it, twisting gently as I went.
We kept touching each other – him deeper, me faster. The heat in me grew. With a growl, Ember picked me up and tossed me back on the bed. My legs opened as he moved his face down my front and in between my thighs. Hot, wet kisses washed over my throbbing clit and wet pussy, intermingled with lashes of his broad tongue. Every stroke of it left nerves quivering with pleasure.
“You’re so good at that,” I told him between moans. I couldn’t help but talk. “Never stop.” He licked me higher. Like gears shifting, I sped up, racing closer towards coming as he ate me out and pushed soft fingers inside me.
Ember raised his head. “Fuck, you taste incredible.” He licked a glimmering streak of wetness from his chin. I could feel my heart thudding against my rib cage like a drum. I had a sudden desire to taste him, too. Just as I started to reach for his manhood where it stood erect against his belly, I felt his hands pick me up and spin me in the air like helicopter blades.
I landed on top of him, with my legs spread over his head and his cock shaking in front of my face. His hands spread my cheeks apart as he continued to lick me below.
Turning to face his dick, I ran one timid finger down its length, still awed by the size of the thing. I brought it to my mouth and touched the tip of my tongue to his head.
Ember continued to lick me while I teased his cock. His tongue worked delicious circles over my clit as his hands massaged my ass firmly. I lowered my mouth over the head of his member and sucked slowly. I could feel him shake below me, pleased with the feeling of my tongue swirling around him.
I took as much as I could of him between my cheeks, although there was still enough left that I could wrap both hands around his base and stroke him as I sucked up and down. Below me, Ember laid wet, sucking kisses against my pussy. I was teetering on the edge of coming. But first I needed to feel him in me.
We licked at each other for a few moments more. His cock bulged against my cheeks while I grew wetter under his sloppy, winding tongue.
Then, without a word exchanged, we both knew it was time. He rolled me over and pulled one of my legs across his torso so that I squatted straddling him. His cock pressed insistently against my pussy.
I took hold of him with one hand and rubbed his head on my clit. He leaned his head into the pillows while I did, moans of pleasure escaping his mouth.
“Yeah, baby, tease yourself. Get ready for me,” he said.
I wanted him in me like I’d never wanted anything before in my life. No man had ever inspired this hunger in me. It was raw and animal, but there was something delicate and tender to it, also. I could feel the connection like it was a physical thing between us. Looking into Ember’s green eyes, I could see that he felt it, too.
With a sigh, I inserted his length into me. I groaned as he strained my walls, which were still so tight. The tension of his erection against my pussy was stunning. Deeper and deeper he went, until finally my hips met his. I eased forward and back, wriggling to open wider for him. Then I pressed into my knees and rose back up, inch by inch, until I was almost free of him.
The fullness had felt too good. I couldn’t stay away. Faster this time, I dropped down until he crashed back into me. We began to fuck like that, me rising up to his head before letting myself fall so that he filled me with a rush of sensation. Our hands grappled against each other, looking for a fold of flesh on the other to seize onto and ride out the electricity.
I wanted to be owned by him, and this was that exactly. He filled me like I’d never known was possible, opened me up like I never knew I could do, and I was struggling to find words for how fucking good the whole thing felt.
We picked up speed as I rode him. The heat was almost too much to bear, now, as it climbed in temperature and intensity deep within, just past where Ember was fucking me. Every stroke of him into me made it harder to hold on.
He sat up and brought his mouth roughly to mine. Our tongues sparred, our breath came heavy, and we slammed harder and harder into one another. The heat was everywhere: hands, toes, face, chest, and most of all, brimming behind or within my core. The new angle let me rub my clit against his abs, adding a shimmering layer of fiery sensation to the mix.
I was on the verge of exploding as he kissed me, fucked me, and held me. The bed creaked loudly. I was almost there – then, before I knew it, I tumbled over the edge, coming hard and squeezing down onto him inside me. The waves rolling through my muscles clamped and eased on his length, until it coaxed him to join me as we came together. I could feel his hot load splashing against me, but I didn’t care, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but coming as hard as I was coming while I held onto Ember and bit down against his shoulder to keep from crying out too loudly.
I didn’t know how long had passed before I finally collapsed and the orgasm dissipated. I didn’t know what to think. I’d never come so hard in my life. But there was more to it than that. It wasn’t just a new physical peak. There was another layer, another thing deeper that I didn’t know how to describe and wasn’t sure I wanted to touch yet.
I looked next to me. Ember lay on his back, panting, eyes closed. I did the same, shutting my eyes and letting blackness seal out the fluorescent lights overhead. We laid there for a while, breathing in time with each other and not saying anything. After a while, I felt him moving, but I kept my eyes closed.
I felt like I’d run a marathon, but at the same time, my body was so alive. It was flooded with this bright excitement that was foreign to me. I wanted everything I’d just had, all over again from the start. What the hell was going on with me?
Ember’s rough hands against my wrists woke me up from my daze. I watched as he inserted the key into the handcuffs and twisted, popping them off of my hands. I winced as blood flowed back into areas that had been starved of circulation for hours.
I looked up at Ember. His chest rose and fell as he breathed. His eyes shined.
“I’m trusting you,” he said. “Don’t make me regret it.”
I tried not to let my face betray that he’d just made a mistake.
Chapter 3: Now You See Me, N
ow You Don’t
Ember
I had to read the note in my hand a few times before the message really sunk in.
“Ember,” it said. “I’m sorry, but I had to go. Please forgive me. Selena.”
What the fuck? She’d taken off, just like that? I couldn’t believe how much of an idiot I’d been. Just a big fuckin’ dumbass, snoozing away, all drunk on pussy and these weird emotions bubbling up in my chest, while this girl slipped out the front goddamn door and took off for the hills.
The boys were gonna have a laugh at this one, that was for damn sure. And Prez was gonna slice my balls off and serve them for lunch. The cartel was gonna be pissed, Selena’s dad was gonna be pissed, and I was pissed. I’d been real fuckin’ stupid. One fuck with this broad, and I’d gone soft, just like I was one of the goddamn squares I hated so much. I let my guard down. I failed.
I turned and threw a glass tumbler against the wall. It shattered and exploded into a million pieces. I gritted my teeth, squeezed my fists, anything to disperse some of the anger that was seething in my veins right now. But there was nothing I could hit to fix the situation. The only culprit was me.
“Goddammit, Ember, you soft son of a bitch,” I whispered to myself. “Since when does a girl get into your head like that?”
True, the sex had been incredible. Not just hot, although it was definitely that. I got hard just thinking about her legs spread open in front of me while I feasted on her and watched her squirm under my tongue. But there was more to it. For fuck’s sake, I’d felt shit while we were banging. Emotions, or some shit, I wasn’t totally sure, but it had been unlike any of the other girls I’d ever had in my life.
Different that it had been with Red, for instance. Just two nights ago, I’d been bending that random slut over my bedpost and smashing her face into the pillow while I plowed her from behind. When I’d been ready to bust, I just opened her mouth and shot it down her throat, like she was a goddamn trash can or something. And as soon as I was done, she meant nothing to me. Nothing more than a hole to pump in and get my nut off.
Not like Selena, though. I’d wanted to come with Selena; I’d wanted to make her come for me. I’d wanted to own that sweet little body and make it rock with pleasure. Getting off on somebody else getting off? That was some pansy shit. It wasn’t Ember shit, that was for certain. And yet here I was, reminiscing about how Selena’s eyes had fluttered while I went down on her, how’d she’d moaned so softly when she pulled me inside of her, how she’d scratched my back and bit my shoulder and panted my name when she came hard on top of me. Who the fuck was this alien taking over my brain?
A memory from the night before came scything through my mind’s eye:
I laid back on the bed, still churning with the weird cocktail of emotion and endorphins that the sex had stirred up in me. Selena was curled up along my side. Her naked body was flush with the heat of our lovemaking. I watched her chest rise and fall. The skin on her wrists had been rubbed raw by the handcuffs. Without knowing what I was doing, I reached over and massaged the bruises gently, trying to work some life back into her limbs.
She winced at first, but gradually eased into it, staring at me in the face as I focused on pressing easily on the tender flesh where she had been hurt.
“You okay?” I asked her.
“Yeah. Hurts, but I’ll be fine.”
“Reminds me of the shit my old man used to do to me.” I didn’t know why I started telling the story, or even where it came from. I hadn’t thought about Pop since he died eight years ago. As far as I was concerned, I’d never wanted to talk about him again. And yet here we were. My mouth just opened up and I started blabbing like a kid.
“What? Like how?”
I couldn’t stop myself from continuing. “My mom passed when I was five. Cancer. It was just me and him after she was gone. He was a cop and a big drinker. Whenever he wanted to go out and get loaded, he’d handcuff me to the TV stand so I couldn’t go anywhere. It’d be fine at first. I’d sit and watch my cartoons – you know, kid shit.” I kept rubbing her wrists as I continued. “But then the cartoons would end, and he still wouldn’t be home. And the news would come on. I didn’t like the news, but it wasn’t so bad.”
Selena’s hand began to stroke my abs softly while she listened. Her eyes were full of concern and something else I didn’t recognize.
“But after the news, they’d start playing horror movies. You know, slasher films, all the scream queens getting gutted by crazy monsters, that kind of bullshit.”
“Yeah, I remember those.”
“And I fuckin’ hated them. I was just a kid, and they scared the living shit out of me. I’d try to hide or close my eyes, but I was too far away to change the channel or lower the volume, so even if I kept my eyes shut, I could hear the screams. I’d jerk and jerk and jerk at the cuffs, but those things were police issue. I wasn’t goin’ anywhere.”
“That’s horrible. I can’t believe he did that to you.”
“I’d get through two or three of those movies every night. Too much blood, too much screaming. Never did find a way to like ‘em…” I trailed off. My fingers kept touching, soothing.
Selena was quiet for a while, letting her hand do the talking instead. She touched my chest and my arms. Her fingertips trailed up and down my torso, almost like she wanted to make sure I was real, as if she wasn’t quite sure or some shit like that. After a while, she started talking.
“My daddy wasn’t a good father, either.”
I looked at her and said nothing.
“My whole life, he kept me shut away. I wasn’t allowed to play after school. I wasn’t allowed to have sleepovers or go to a friend’s house. All I ever wanted was to explore, but he said I couldn’t. When I was little, he’d laugh and say that I was a princess staying in his castle, and that he had to protect me. I’d giggle, and it would all be okay. But I got older and realized that it wasn’t for my own good. He didn’t care about keeping me safe; he was just jealous of everything. Once he gets his hands onto something, he doesn’t let go, and he treated me like I was another one of his things.” She didn’t look at me, just kept talking with her hand rubbing my chest and her eyes staring at the far wall.
“I graduated high school and told him I wanted to go to Europe. I’d saved up every cent I made for years to afford the trip. I told him he wouldn’t have to pay for anything at all. But he still said no.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing. That was that. Daddy has eyes everywhere. If I’d tried to go without his permission, he’d find me. And he never changes his mind. That was the biggest thing: he never changes his mind, about anything. Not about money or business, and not about me. He would have kept me there forever.”
A huge yawn ripped across both of our mouths at the same time. Selena smiled. “I’m really tired,” she said.
It had been a long ride up Mexico and across the border, and there was still some more road ahead of us until we reached New Orleans. I pulled the chain on the lamp, and we passed out like that – her nestled up against my chest, with one of my arms draped around her. Holding her. Like she was something that mattered to me.
And shit, I guess she was.
I snapped back to reality. The sun was streaming through the blinds over the window. The alarm clock on the nightstand read nine a.m. I figured that she’d had a least a couple hours’ head start. More importantly, I had no idea which way she’d run.
There was no way she’d go back home. If she hated her dad that much, why would she go straight back to him? She had to be going somewhere else. But where? I had not a fucking clue.
I stomped out of the room into the dewy morning air, brooding and racking my brain for some idea of where I could start looking. Crossing the parking lot, I pushed open the door to the front office. The clerk’s face dropped when he saw me walk in.
My eyes narrowed. “What is it?” I asked.
“Someone left an, um, a message for you,” he said. His
voice was quaking with fear. What the hell had gotten into this little dipshit? How could a measly old message scare him so badly?
“Who? What kind of message?”
Instead of replying, he extended a shaking hand towards me. In it was a piece of paper. I snatched it from him and read it:
We have your girl. We want in on the deal. Bring her daddy and meet us at Knowlton Park at midnight. The Lost Souls.
I squeezed the note in my fist. It crumbled into a ball. The Lost Souls. Those spineless motherfuckers. They were a backwater MC who ran the territory around the Louisiana bayous, pushing drugs to all the redneck pieces of shit who lived out this way. No one liked them, no one worked with them, but they were always trying to stick their nose into other clubs’ business and steal a piece of the pie. This kind of stunt was exactly their style. Goddamn cockroaches. No matter how many times we’d squashed them during one deal or another, they always sprang back up, circling like vultures, just waiting to pounce when we let our guard down.