Chaos

by J. C. Cliff

  An animalistic growl sounds from deep in his throat before he slams his mouth against mine. The second his tongue slips past my lips, I’m lost in a hazy mist of desire all over again. Assaulted by his scent, I surrender to him and let his kiss consume me.

  “You—are—mine,” he says, nipping at my lip between in word before pulling back. Unwilling to break the kiss, I inch forward and take his lip between my teeth. “Fuck. We need to go somewhere, or I’m gonna explode right where I stand.”

  “We don’t want that,” I murmur, releasing his lip. Peering at him through my eyelashes, I grin. I can feel his heart pounding inside his chest and I tighten my legs around him.

  “No, we don’t,” he hisses. “When I come it sure as fuck isn’t going to be in my pants.” Leaning closer, he growls, “It’s going to be while I’m buried deep inside you with your pussy squeezing my cock.”

  Suddenly, he reaches for my legs and sets me down on my feet. Taking a step backward, he combs his fingers through his hair and the feeling of loss when his body isn’t against mine is acute.

  Tensing, his nostrils flare as his body stands before me vibrating with need. I don’t know who I am right now, because I’d let him do whatever he wants to me, even right here in this public parking lot.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” he warns, “or I will fuck you right here against my bike, and I won’t give a damn who sees us.” The promise in his voice has my core clenching and my panties soaking wet.

  Trying to control himself, his movements are quick and jerky as he grabs my helmet from his handlebars and shoves it in my hands. My eyes dart toward the thick bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans and I lick my lips, barely able to restrain myself from grabbing him. I want to taste him and take him as deep as my throat will allow. I want… God. I want everything.

  Every inch.

  Losing sight of his erection as he straddles the bike, I divert my attention to the helmet in my hands. Using the back of his heel, he lifts the kickstand and throttles the engine.

  I secure the helmet in my hand as I watch him balance the bike between his thick thighs. He crooks his finger, ordering me to hop on, and I latch onto his broad shoulders, swinging my leg over the seat. No longer timid or coy, I press myself up against his back and wrap my arms around his waist.

  The parking lot is mostly empty, making for an easy exit. Once we hit the main highway he guns it and I squeeze him tighter as the wind washes over me and the adrenaline courses through my veins.

  The thrill of both the ride and the hot-as-hell man indulging me, I squeeze his thighs between mine. The effect he has on me is mind-boggling. I’m not the rough-and-rugged type and if I’m being honest, I’ve never really been a fan of tattoos either. Yet here I am, straddling a bike, hugging a man as the vibrations of the motorcycle stimulate me in all the right places. My panties are soaked and my nipples could cut glass. I don’t think I can make it back to the bar without releasing some of this tension in my body. Leaning forward, I press my breasts into Blade’s back a little more than I know is right, making him aware of how much I’m affected by him.

  Having already thrown caution to the wind, I deliberate with myself for a moment before a wide grin spreads across my face. More brazen than I’ve ever felt in my life, I slide my hands beneath his leather jacket.

  The front of his t-shirt rides up as the hem flaps against my hands and I boldly slip them beneath the cotton fabric. My fingers connect with his hard stomach and slowly inch lower. His muscles contract under my fingertips as he continues to maintain control of the bike. Feeling powerful, I take it a step further and slip my fingers inside the waistband of his jeans. Finding the elastic of his underwear, I slip my hand all the way in. I’m mere inches from his dick when the motorcycle makes a high-pitched sound. Our bodies jolt forward as he starts to speed up, leaving a trail of dust in our wake. Snapping out of it, I realize my actions could’ve resulted in an accident and I remove my hand from his pants. My fingers tighten around the ends of his jacket and I hang on for dear life.

  A minute later, he reduces the speed, keeping us traveling at a safer pace. As he veers off the highway taking the exit, I lean into the curve with him as he instructed me to do earlier tonight. He takes a sharp turn, putting us on a narrow road where I get a waft of the salt water as we wiz by a span of shrubbery. A barren parking lot comes into view and Blade drives to the end. Turning off into a secluded spot nestled near the beach, he comes to a full stop.

  My ears ring as the rattling of his engine shuts down and everything around me comes to a standstill except for the muffled sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

  Releasing my hold on Blade as drops the kickstand down, I can feel his body tense.

  Ripping his helmet from his head, he quickly slides off the bike, turns around, and pins me with a glare, making it apparent that he’s pissed at me.

  Trish’s voice taunts me and I remember what she said when I told her about my idea. ‘I don’t want to be reading a headline in the newspaper, ‘Young woman disappears… Her body found a week later, slain in the woods somewhere.’

  Too bad we’re at the beach.

  He can easily dispose my body by feeding me to the sharks.

  I bet that scenario never crossed Trish’s mind.

  As I scan my surroundings to figure out if I recognize the place, I realize the headlights of his motorcycle are too dim, and I decide now might be a good time to send Trish an SOS.

  Hesitating a bit, I turn my head and stare at him. Clenching his fists, I watch as he cracks his knuckles, causing me to shrink back in his seat, wishing I would vanish in thin air.

  Everything happens so fast, and before I can take my next breath his fingers are at my chin, unclasping my helmet. The second he lifts the helmet off my head, I struggle to find my voice to apologize but nothing comes out. His lips come crashing against mine and he brutally ravages my mouth. Thick, strong fingers thread through my hair as he makes a fist and tugs roughly, angling my head and giving him better access to my mouth. His tongue pries my lips apart and sweeps over my tongue.

  Relieved he’s not mad, my hands find purchase on his hard chest and I kiss him back with everything in me.

  “Anyone ever tell you that if you play with fire you’re gonna get burned?” he half growls, half pants the question. “You fueled a fucking inferno, Ree. I hope you’re fucking ready for me to light you up.” With that, he slams his lips back to mine.

  The kiss is so rough I find myself leaning back to lighten the connection, but he just moves with me, pressing me against the bike. His tongue strokes mine as his fingers begin to unbutton my jeans.

  “You have been caged for too long, baby, but don’t you worry, I’m going to free you,” he vows, drawing the zipper down. Tongue-tied, I try to conjure a coherent thought but logic flees the second his hand dips under the elastic of my panties. His middle finger swipes through my wet folds and a gasp slips past my lips. Inching back, his eyes meet mine and he slides another finger inside me. “I’m so gonna taint you,” he whispers, voice thick with need.

  Licking my lips, I pray to God he’s a man of his word.

  “Blade,” I whimper as he crooks his fingers. The heel of his hand rubs against my clit, and I shamelessly buck my hips, chasing my pleasure. Pushing his fingers in and out, he continues to work me. The pressure builds and I forget I’m in the middle of nowhere with a biker fingering me on the back of his bike. I toss my head back and ride his fingers as if my life depends on it.

  “I’m gonna…oh…right there. I’m going to come,” I gasp.

  “No. No, you’re not,” he says gruffly, removing his fingers from my slick heat. “The first time you come is going be on my dick,” he growls, and I stare at his glistening fingers that are drenched in my arousal.

  Sobering at the sight, I realize my jeans are halfway down my legs and I’m still on the back of his bike. Following my eyes, he tugs them back up my legs with rough gentleness and orders,
“Get up.”

  Trying to shake the fog from my head, I fail miserably. Realizing I’m a boneless mess, he mutters something I can’t quite make out before wrapping his strong arms around me and lifting me off the seat. Instinctively, I wrap my arms and legs around his body, not wanting to let him go.

  I close my eyes and nuzzle into his neck, breathing him in as if I can’t get enough of his scent.

  God, he feels and smells so good.

  But the feeling is short-lived as he sets me down on wobbly legs and takes a step back. Frowning at the separation, I lift my gaze to his sexy smirk and watch as he turns to his bike and reaches into his saddlebags and produces a worn blanket.

  “Someone came prepared,” I murmur.

  “Damn straight,” he replies as he glances over his shoulder and winks at me. Rising back to his full height, he turns to me with the blanket in hand and pierces me with a heated gaze. Lust rolls off him in waves and I wait for his next move.

  Stepping forward, he cups the side of my cheek. My eyes flutter closed as his thumb works my lower lip.

  “I won’t hurt you,” he promises. “But girl, I’m going to make you feel. You’re going to feel all of me. You just gotta let it happen.”

  “I’ve never felt this way before,” I admit on a nervous whisper. “So wild and out of control.”

  “I know,” he says with a smirk. “Just roll with it.”

  And for the first time in my life, I roll with it.

  CHAPTER NINE

  The sound of the waves crashing against the shore fill the midnight air and the light breeze kisses my bare skin as the fresh scent of the ocean wafts past me. Following Blade, we walk about twenty feet away from his bike before he finds a secluded spot and spreads the blanket across a patch of sand. Glancing around the area, I notice we’re surrounded by lots of overgrown coastal grasses. It hides us away from the rest of world and gives us privacy.

  Turning to me, he takes my hand and my attention is diverted back to him as he lifts my arms over my head and starts to work my shirt off. With careful precision, he strips me down to my panties and guides me down onto my back. My heart hammers recklessly against my chest as I watch him make quick work of his clothes. Once he’s naked, my eyes travel the length of Blade’s tall form. In the moonlight, I can make out all the hard lines and contours of all his muscles.

  Dipping my eyes lower, his need for me becomes clear as he wraps his hand around his shaft and gives it a jerk. I swallow hard as I try to imagine him moving inside me. His girth and length are impressive and for a second I wonder if my body can handle him.

  Kneeling between my legs, he crawls over my body like a wild animal, pressing his cock against my entrance.

  My arms snake around his waist and my fingers glide over his muscular back, waiting for him to kiss me. Instead, he reaches for his pants and fishes around in his pockets. Expecting him to pull out a condom, my eyebrows knit with confusion as he pushes off me and sits back on his haunches. Holding up his phone, he points the lens at me and I gasp, quickly snapping my legs together. Hugging myself, I try to cover my breasts, but he uses his free hand to pry arms apart and aims his phone at my chest.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I squeal.

  “Don’t worry, Ree,” he soothes. “I more than likely will only get one night with you. I just want to remember everything. When it’s just me and my hand, I want to remember you and this sexy-as-fuck body when you’re not around.

  “No,” I snap, glancing around the deserted beach. Before I can locate a scrap of my clothing, I hear him snap a photo.

  And then another.

  “What the hell, Blade?” I shriek, crossing my arms over my chest. In a rush I sit up and reach for the phone as he continues to snap away, this time making sure to aim the phone between my legs.

  “One more, sweetheart,” he pleads. “Move your hands, let me see those luscious tits. Give me something to remember you by.”

  I look at him warily and narrow my eyes. “Have you gone mad?”

  “In a minute, I’m going to fuck you senseless and you’re going to forget all about the camera,” he promises. “Then after you’ve come hard, I’m going to make you come again and again until you can’t remember your name. It’s going to be good, Ree, so fucking good,” he vows with heavy lidded eyes. “Tomorrow, when you look back and remember me and everything I did to your body, you’ll find your panties soaked and you’ll wish you took pictures too,” he says as he coaxes one of my hands away from my breasts. Finding my nipple, he rolls it between his fingertips until it hardens into a sharp peak. I lose my breath and the will to object, and I wish with everything in me he makes good on every one of those filthy promises.

  “Being a fair guy and all, I’ll let you get a few shots of me too. You won’t need them though. The memory of me between your legs is something you’re going to physically feel long after we’re done.”

  My sex clenches and my other hand falls away from my other breast, begging for the same attention. A growl escapes him and the flash on his phone goes off once more. In a way, it’s liberating, and I get lost in the moment. Arching my back off the blanket, I push my breasts together as he takes another photo. My legs fall open as I close my eyes and he snaps away.

  “That’s it, baby,” he grunts. “So, fucking gorgeous. That pussy… look at it,” he hisses and my eyes snap open at his command. Turning the phone around, I catch sight of the last photo and gasp.

  I can’t believe I just did that. Not only did I allow him to take photos of me, I encouraged him. For heaven’s sake, I posed for him! My hands curl into the blanket and I swallow the lump in my throat. Anxiety claws at me and I fight for breath as I shake my head in defiance of the woman I used to be.

  “Blade…,” I protest, “I don’t know what came over me. Delete it.”

  “Ssh,” he murmurs. Silencing me, he places the same two fingers he pushed inside me a little while ago against my lips and tosses his phone to the side. “I promise, they’re just for me. No one will ever see those pics.”

  His fingers work my lips, sliding into my mouth, and at the first taste of my arousal on his skin, I lose my ability to speak.

  “Look at you,” he whispers. “Go on, sugar, suck my fingers. Tastes good, no?”

  I nod as my tongue swirls around his digits. A moment later he pulls them from my mouth and roughly spreads my thighs as far as they can possibly go. Positioning himself between my legs, he positions his weight over me and we both moan as the crown of dick nudges my opening. Chest to chest, he leans down and his soft lips find the crook of my neck.

  “Already…” he mutters as he sucks on my neck, leaving his mark. “I already know having you once isn’t going to be enough and I’ve barely touched you.”

  I don’t respond; I can’t. Struggling to breathe, I squirm under him, desperate for friction. His lips travel the length of my neck until he reaches my mouth and kisses me with vigor.

  “Do you have protection?” I ask when his mouth leaves mine for a split second.

  “Always,” he replies as he blindly reaches for his pants a second time. His lips move back to mine, nipping and sucking at them.

  In the heat of the moment, I almost beg him to enter me without the condom. Thankfully I hear the crinkle of the plastic wrapper. Breaking the kiss, he pulls away and my head drops to the blanket as he sheathes himself.

  “Goddamn, woman,” he growls, causing me to lift my gaze to his face. He stares at me with that devilish smirk of his and strokes himself roughly. “You’re fucking incredible.”

  Dropping down on top of me, I wrap my arms around his neck and spread my legs, inviting him to take me. A rush of wetness oozes from my core as he grips his cock and positions the crown at my entrance. He holds the tip of himself right at the lips of my opening as he spreads his body back over mine. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last the first go-’round,” he pants in a husky tone. “But if you don’t get off the first time, I’ll damn sure
make it up to you.”

  I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of his thickness slowly spreading me apart. Still holding his cock, he drags the head up and down, nudging my clit and driving me to the brink of insanity. I thrust my hips upward, encouraging him to delve deeper.

  “Tell me what you want,” he demands, peppering my lips with wet kisses. Unable to get enough of him, my hands roam over his rock-hard body.

  My hips buck again and I whimper with desperation.

  “Don’t tease me,” I beg. For some reason, I didn’t expect him to comply so quickly and my breath catches as he thrusts his hips forward. In one swift move, he stretches me painfully full.

  “Oh God!”

  Inch by inch, he continues pushing himself further inside me until the pressure is so great, I can feel his balls pressing against my ass. His pubic bone grinds into my clit with so much force I scream again. Intense waves of euphoria crash over me and I don’t even try to fight them. He grinds against me in such an animalistic way, I feel claimed and at his mercy. My body surrenders to the climax as he relentlessly pounds into me, seeing me through my orgasm. Somehow, I keep up with his punishing thrusts and wrap my legs around his waist. My ankles lock against his back and I clutch the blanket beneath me as he fucks me.

  There is no other word to describe it.

  The man is fucking me senseless out in the open for anyone to see and I love every minute of it. One orgasm rolls into another and my body violently thrashes against his, out of control and insatiable. Needing to touch him, I lift my hands to his shoulders and dig my nails into his skin as I arch my hips and ride the wave. The pain sets him off and he reaches his release with a grunt.

  “Fuck,” he drawls as he pulses inside me. My walls clench around him as his body spasms and he lets go. Buried deep inside me, he fills the condom and drops his forehead to mine.

  Breathless, I unlock my legs and let them fall from his waist as he pushes himself off me and stares down me.

  “You understand what this is?” he questions, narrowing his eyes.