by Ali Parker
“Yeah.”
“What do you want to do to me, Sabian?”
He glanced up at me, and his lips curled in a delicious smile. “A lot of things.”
“Like?” I asked as I cupped my breasts in each hand. I pushed them together for him and arched my spine to create a dramatic curve with my body.
Sabian licked his lips and traced a wandering line from my knee to my hip. “The last time I told a woman what I wanted to do to her body, she slapped me across the face.”
I giggled, and his fingers fell from my hip to between my thighs. He urged my legs apart gently and rested his palm on the inside of my left thigh. He lifted his index finger just enough to graze the sensitive flesh along the outside of my pussy. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed not to beg him to touch me.
“We both know I’m not that kind of girl, Sabian. The only type of slapping we’ll be doing is your balls against my ass.”
“Fuck yeah, it is,” he grated as he inched closer to my wetness.
“Don’t be a tease.”
“I don’t want to spoil it too quickly. I want to take my time. Is that not going to work for you?”
Every guy I’d ever been with had only wanted me to suck his dick and then let him fuck me. It was rare to ever get the kind of attention I wanted.
“No, it will work,” I managed to say through the heat blooming below my belly.
“Good,” he said, leaning in close again to kiss me.
When his lips touched mine, his finger finally found my opening. I was dripping wet, and he dragged his finger from the bottom to the top of my opening, where he traced slow circles around my clit.
This routine continued until I was swollen and aching for him to press a finger inside me. I gripped the seat beneath me as he pinched my clit playfully and chuckled into my mouth. His kiss became fiercer as I shifted and spread my legs apart farther so that one knee rested against his chest and the other against the door panel.
For a brief moment, I found myself hoping no one would walk by and see me spread out like a little slut. Then I decided that if someone did see me, I didn’t care. I had wanted this for too long to be ashamed of how turned on I was. Sabian Delgado was a god in my eyes and always had been. He took care of me, watched out for me, and fought for my honor. He was gentle with me but firm when he called out my bullshit.
I needed a man like that.
I also needed a man who could fill the dark hole inside me that had been getting bigger since Axel left and I was alone at the Cooper Estate. I needed a man who made me feel whole.
And what he was doing with his hands was just the icing on the cake.
I moaned into his mouth as he released my clit and ran two fingers down my opening. He suckled on my bottom lip and pinched it between his teeth as he slipped both fingers inside me—but only a little. He stopped at his first knuckle and released my bottom lip.
I lifted my hips in a silent plea for him to go deeper.
He leaned down and kissed my breasts and my stomach, pausing occasionally to pull my nipples into his mouth and roll his tongue over them.
“Oh God,” I whispered, unable to fight my eyelids form fluttering closed.
He pulled his fingers out of me and played with my clit again. I was so sensitive that his touch made me flinch. He chuckled, and the deep sound sent a rush of need straight through me. My thighs clenched, my breathing stopped, and the first orgasm I’d ever received from a man coursed through my body.
“Yes, baby,” Sabian growled as he pinched my nipple between his teeth. “Just like that. You’re so fucking wet.”
I moaned and ground myself against his hand. He cupped me and pressed the heel of his palm to my clit. Right when I thought I would scream with need, he eased a finger inside me. I purred and lifted my right arm to grip the headrest behind me. “More,” I whispered.
He obliged and stretched me open with another finger. He slowly began fucking me, and the sloppy sounds of his fingers moving in and out of my pussy had me working quickly toward another orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” I whispered as I released the headrest and reached for him. I grabbed the front of his shirt and clung to him as my body took over. My climax hit me hard and fast, and I was sure I was creating a puddle on his leather seat. “Yes!”
When I was a quivering mess of pleasure, Sabian pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean. Had he been anyone else, I would have been repulsed rather than turned on. He reached under his seat and pulled the lever there, sliding his chair back. Then he reclined the back rest and undid his belt.
I watched in fascination, my blood rushing in my ears, as he pulled his pants and boxers down his hips. His cock sprang free and rested against his stomach as he rummaged in his pants pocket. He withdrew a condom, tore it open, and rolled it on.
“Were you hoping this would happen tonight or something?” I teased once he had the condom over his massive cock.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “It’s better to be prepared, no?”
Instead of answering him, I climbed over the console and straddled him. I draped my arms over his shoulders and pressed my pussy to the length of his shaft. I began rocking back and forth, dragging my wetness along him, teasing him the same way he had teased me.
He grabbed my hips to still me and stared into my eyes. “This doesn’t work like that. Not with me.” He lifted me up, grabbed his cock, and found my opening with his tip. “When I’m ready to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you.”
His words made my desire burn brighter. “Fuck me then.”
He pushed down on my hips, forcing me to sit on his dick. His length was absurd, and his girth stretched me more than I’d ever been before. I moaned, and he let me sit on him for a while as my body adjusted to his size.
Then he slapped my ass—hard.
I yelped, and his hands shot up my back to grab a fistful of my hair. “The first thing I thought when I saw this short hair was that there was still just enough to grab on to,” he grated. He pulled my head back, baring my throat to his kisses. I shivered in his grip as he began to slowly thrust his hips beneath me. “Holy fuck, you’re tight.”
I wanted to feel him fucking me in earnest. I didn’t want him to be gentle. So I started bouncing up and down, riding him for all he was worth, desperate for him to see that I could handle whatever he was willing to throw down.
He gripped my ass and squeezed hard as I rode him. I leaned back and braced myself on his thighs as he caressed my tits. I moaned as he began bucking beneath me. Every thrust brought me closer and closer to another orgasm. I had no clue a man could make me feel this good.
He wrapped his arms around my lower back and pulled me back up to him. My breasts were crushed against his chest as he pressed his mouth to mine. Our teeth crashed together in the heat of the moment, and then our tongues were sliding against each other.
“Oh God,” I moaned into his mouth. “Please don’t stop.”
He held on to me tighter and kissed me deeper.
I lost all sense of who I was when he quickened the pace. The promised sound of slapping filled the car as his thighs pounded against the back of mine.
“Yes!” I screamed when I came. I dug my nails into his shoulders as his thrusts became more wild and uncontrolled. I knew he was on the brink too.
So I leaned in and kissed the side of his neck. I followed the line of his jaw with my lips until I reached his right ear. I pinched his earlobe between my teeth and bounced on his cock until he shuddered, groaned, and gave in to his own climax.
When we were both done, I stayed in his lap just so I could feel him inside me a little longer.
Then my phone buzzed.
Sabian lifted me off him, and I climbed back into my seat. He pulled his pants back on and waited as I leaned down to grab my clutch from the floor. I grabbed my phone and opened it up.
I had dozens of messages from family members.
“Looks like word about the fight broke
out,” I mumbled.
“It was bound to eventually,” Sabian said, his voice a little huskier than usual.
“I guess. Hang on, one of these is from Ellie.”
“Oh?”
I opened the message and read through it. “Shit. Axel knows you came to the wedding with me.”
Sabian sighed and turned the car on. He put it in drive, and we began making our way back to my apartment. “Let me deal with Axel. I’ll go see him now.”
“Maybe you should wait a bit. Give him some time to cool down.”
Sabian chuckled. “Time won’t help him cool down. He’ll just keep stewing. I can handle him. Don’t worry about it.”
“I don’t like it,” I said.
“You don’t have to.”
I found myself wishing I had someone to talk to about all this. I didn’t have any friends in New York City, and with everything going on, I wished there was someone I could have in my corner that I wasn’t also sleeping with. I texted Ellie back and asked if she wanted to go for coffee the next day.
Then, after I hit send, I remembered that I was still completely naked.
I leaned into the back seat and grabbed my dress.
“What are you doing?” Sabian asked, giving me a skeptical look.
“I was going to cover up so that if anyone saw us—”
“Hell no.” He shook his head. “I’ve been dreaming of getting you naked for years. Leave that dress where it is. And spread your legs. I’m not done with you yet.”
I opened my mouth to retort but realized I was happy to open wide for him. I opened my legs and smiled as he reached down and began rubbing my pussy. I grabbed his hand and guided his fingers inside me.
I didn’t want the ride to ever end.
Chapter 13
Sabian
My phone started ringing about five minutes after walking Angela to the front door of her apartment building. I had helped her get back into her dress, which had been a chore and a half to pull off without her getting out of the car in fear of revealing her nakedness to one of the poshest neighborhoods in all of New York City. After seeing her safely inside and returning to my car, I noticed I had two missed calls from Axel.
It wasn’t a mystery as to why he had called. I was sure he knew I had accompanied Angela to the wedding, and he had probably caught wind of the fight as well.
On the third call, I answered, and Axel’s voice filled the speaker. He was pissed. His voice was low, grating, and each word was spoken slowly. He was trying to control his rage.
“You took my sister to that God damned fucking wedding?”
A small part of me considered lying. “Yes.”
“And you beat the shit out of Ross and—”
“Dale and Elijah. Yeah.”
“Come over. Now.”
Then he hung up on me.
Running away like a coward with my tail tucked between my legs was not an option. I wasn’t the sort to run away from confrontation, even if it was with someone I respected; and who was more than capable of knocking me on my ass. I would atone for my deception one way or another.
If he needed to beat me within an inch of my life, I would let him. In a way, I had betrayed him. This wasn’t the kind of thing Lost Breed members did to one another. Not only that, but I was fully aware that I was not worthy of his baby sister. She was too good for me, and Axel and I both knew it.
The drive to Axel’s house was more than nerve wracking. But when I pulled up to his gate, the nerves gave way to a sense of calm. After getting through security, I got out of the car and went to his front door, which was yanked open as I raised my fist to knock.
Axel stood there dressed in a black muscle shirt and gray sweats. He looked me over, soaking in the sight of the navy tux that was clearly out of my price range, and his lip curled up in a snarl.
Then he stepped out onto the threshold with me and slammed the front door closed behind him.
Neither of us said anything for a while. I noted all the signs that suggested I was in fact about to get shit kicked: his fists were balled at his sides, a vein was pumping furiously on his forehead, and his jaw was locked.
“Axel, listen,” I started. “None of this started the way you think it did. She needed a favor and I—”
His fist slammed into my jaw like a fucking sledgehammer. It sent me backward, and I fell off the three steps behind me to land on my ass on his driveway. Sharp shooting pain wove up my spine as I lifted a hand to nurse my now throbbing jaw.
“All right,” I muttered. “I deserved that.”
Axel came down the steps after me. One of his knuckles was split from the impact, and he was shaking his hand out. “My baby sister is not an option for you, you bastard. You keep your dick away from her, and point it at those usual sluts you go for.” Axel straightened to his full height and puffed out his chest. “She’s too good for you. Too good for any of us and this fucking life. You hear me?”
I pushed myself up to one knee and fought the ringing in my ears as I got slowly to my feet. “I hear you. I never thought she was. But she’s a grown woman now. She can make her own choices.”
He moved to strike me again, and I didn’t retreat. If this is what he needed to do, I would not stop him.
Axel stopped when his nose was inches from mine. “You will stay the fuck away from her. You spent one evening with her, and it went to shit. An ambulance showed up at my cousin’s wedding because of you. How do you think that made Angela look? What do you think those rich assholes are all talking about now?”
“Since when do you give a damn what they’re talking about?”
He hit me again. This time, his fist drove up into my ribcage, knocking the air out of my lungs. I doubled over and clutched my side as I fought to catch a breath. My lungs burned, my head spun, and an anger I knew I couldn’t release sparked in my chest.
“I don’t care what they talk about,” Axel hissed. “But I care about Angela. I care about how this makes her look.”
“But she doesn’t,” I said. “She sees them all for what they are.”
I shouldn’t have been saying these things. I knew that as much as Axel did. It wasn’t my place. My place was to apologize and swear on my life that this would never happen again.
As much as I knew that was the right thing to do, I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
“You made her look—”
“I didn’t make her look like anything,” I snarled as the spark of anger began a slow burn inside me. “Those asshole cousins of yours are the ones who looked like fools. Anyone who believes otherwise is an ignorant jackass. Are you really trying to defend Ross right now? He started it, man. Don’t try to tell me you believe otherwise.”
“You should have walked away.”
“Would you have?”
Axel’s lips peeled off his teeth in a guttural snarl. He wasn’t a liar. He would have handled the three stooges the same way I did: with violence and efficiency.
“Don’t hold me to a higher standard than you hold yourself,” I said, finally managing to straighten up and gritting my teeth against the pain in my ribs. “You and I both know you would have done worse to them if they came at you the way they did at me. Racist pricks.”
“You should have exercised control.”
I met Axel’s hard glare with one of my own. My blood was pumping in my ears, and the anger had bloomed into fury. “Ross laid a hand on her, Axel. I wasn’t going to stand by. He deserved what he got, and he’s lucky I didn’t do worse.”
The tension in Axel’s stare evaporated. “He what?”
“You heard me. She went after him before I did anything. She hit him square in the face. He beat me to her and knocked her to the ground, man. His fate was sealed after that. And if you had been there in my place, you would have thrown him over the fucking balcony.”
The front door swung open, and both Axel and I spun around to look up the steps.
Ellie was silhouetted by the light behind her in th
e foyer. She was wrapped up in a robe, and her feet were tucked into powder-blue slippers. She slipped outside and pulled the door closed behind her. Then she came down the steps, her heels hitting each one heavily, closed the eight feet between her and Axel, and jabbed him roughly in the chest.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing out here? You woke both the kids, and I just had to calm them down. Are the two of you seriously going at it over this?”
Axel caught her wrists and held her to him. “Wait for me inside. Sabian and I are settling this.”
“You don’t get to dismiss me,” Ellie retorted. Then her head snapped to the side, and she looked at me. Her eyes widened and then narrowed as she returned her fierce stare to her husband. “Did you hit him?”
“It’s fine Ellie,” I offered. “I deserved it.”
“I wasn’t asking you,” she hissed.
The fucking Coopers were going to be the death of me one way or another. I was sure of it. I tucked my hands into the pockets of my new swanky pants and pretended to mind my own business.
“Why are you mad, Axel?” Ellie asked. “Because Angela likes him? God forbid she does the same thing you did and branches out of the family to choose someone who might actually be good for her.”
“That’s not the problem,” Axel muttered. His anger was evaporating. Ellie was his woman, and she possessed all the power to calm his fury.
Ellie reached up, and he let go of her wrists. She touched his cheek, ever so gently, and her expression softened. “Do you really think one of the rich snobs your parents would have chosen for Angela would be better for your sister than Sabian? A man who has your back, who you trust, and who would protect her the same way you protect me?” She stretched upward and kissed him gently. “Don’t be like this. You know him. I know him. He won’t hurt her.”
“You don’t know that,” Axel said, his eyes swinging back to me.