by Monroe, Evie
And then he added the pad of his thumb, letting it graze my clit, stroking it slowly.
I lost it.
I came so loud there was no way everyone in the complex didn’t hear it. My fingers dug into him, fisting his t-shirt. I threw myself against him, grabbing on for dear life.
He ducked his head, so his lips grazed my hairline. My heart raced at the feeling of his warm breath on my skin. Dipping his head lower, he pressed a kiss against my neck. He nuzzled up my neck and bit gently onto my ear lobe.
Then he lifted my mouth to his and kissed me again. Any self-respect I might have had was already gone.
The aftershocks rippled through me, and my clit was so sensitive, so swollen, but I wanted more. I reached for his pants, unbuckling them, slipping the zipper down and sliding his jeans over the magnificent curve of his ass. His cock sprang free, hard and ready.
Hell, I’d never seen a cock that big. That long. He’d had that in his pants? How did he manage to ride a bike with that?
“Oh, my,” I said, wrapping my hand around it. My fingers did little to cover it as I pumped it, once, then again. “You’re huge.”
He didn’t respond. I was sure every woman he’d been with must have said the same thing, because it was the truth. He simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, which he tore open with his teeth. One arm still wrapped around my waist, he slipped the condom on one-handed, then lifted me onto the railing, cradling my ass in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling that massive hard length of steel trapped between us.
Then he dragged his lips to mine. His tongue darted into my mouth, claiming me as I so desperately wanted to be claimed. His mouth was insistent, begging for more. He nipped at my lips with his teeth in a savage way before plunging his tongue into my mouth again.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, tighter, but all worry that I might fall off the edge of the balcony went away the second the tip of his cock touched my entrance. His hands were so big, holding my ass firmly, cupping it, squeezing it, I didn’t have anything to worry about. I tilted my pelvis forward, sucking in a breath in anticipation.
He found just the right spot and plunged in, tearing a growl from my throat.
Holy Mary Mother of God. My head fell back and I shuddered. It felt too good to be true. He held me up as he pushed deeper into me and then began a slow, rhythmic thrust. It was only a few seconds before I felt myself tightening around him. The tight stretch made my orgasm subside for a moment, but when his thumb began to rub my clit again, it came back with a vengeance and hit me like a freaking freight train. I screamed and dug my nails into his shoulders as my pussy clenched around his cock. I jerked and ground my pussy onto him, coming and coming and coming.
But he wasn’t done. I’d already come twice in about as many minutes, and he was clearly looking for a world record here. I managed a look at him, and in the moonlight, he looked like an animal, his face rigid with raw concentration as he fucked me slowly, steadily. We were both still, more or less, clothed, but I felt completely exposed to him in the way he fucked, hard, raw, growling.
“Come on, baby,” he husked out. “Come for me again, Cait.”
Again? Fuck that. Not again. My body was already a bag of jelly. I couldn’t.
Or could I?
But even as I thought it, I felt the fire building inside me again. He asked, and I did as I was told. The tension overwhelmed me, sensations bursting forth, making it impossible to take another second of the sweet agony. I fell against him, crushing my mouth to his and kissed him hard, urgent, the world going dark and blurry around me. I didn’t mean to scream, but oh Holy God, did I scream. He ripped his mouth free, grabbed my hips and stared into my eyes, his big amber eyes reaching deep inside me.
“There you go, baby,” he growled, lifting his hips and thrusting deep inside me. “Come with me.”
I met that thrust with an explosion of pleasure, my eyes rolling back to the sky, fireworks exploding behind my eyelids. He groaned and burst inside me, gripping my hips and tensing around me.
My scream faded to a whimper, and just when I thought I was done, he rocked into me, stroking my swollen pussy in new ways and retriggering my orgasm . . . again. I couldn’t find the voice to scream anymore, so I just moaned like a feral cat. I let the smaller ripples lap over me, like a stream of aftershocks.
I collapsed against his chest, my body heaving. I felt like a completely boneless mass of human. I rested my cheek on his collarbone as the small shocks ran through my body, making me shudder.
“Damn man,” I said, shell-shocked. I’d come before, sure. Even came twice and three times in a single experience. But he’d basically just turned me into an orgasm-machine, where I couldn’t stop coming. “What did you do to me?”
He lifted me, still impaled on his cock, slipped the balcony door open, and carried me inside. He licked at my throat. “Don’t think I’m done with you, yet, baby.”
And fuck yes. I was more than ready. I couldn’t wait for more of this exquisite torture.
Chapter Seven
Drake
I walked her into my bedroom, still wrapped around me. She was a light as a feather, fitting around me like a glove. My jeans sagged around my thighs as I carried her through my apartment, her hair hanging down, covering our faces.
I set her down in the center of my bed, pulled out of her and rolled the condom off, tossing it in the trash in the bathroom. I kicked off my boots, ripped off my t-shirt, and returned to my bedroom to see her lying in the center of my bed, up on her elbows, her legs pressed together, skirt riding up on her hips and exposing her bare, sweet pussy.
She looked a little dazed.
I snapped my fingers at her. “Hey. You okay?”
She hesitated for a moment, then reached down and slid her skirt over her hips, baring her tiny waist. She lifted her camisole up, tearing it loose of her long red hair, and as her tits sprang free, I could only stare. “What do you think?” she said with a sly bat of her eyelashes. “I think you promised me more?”
Fuck, she was beautiful. Laid out like this. Then she licked her fucking lips.
Fuck yeah. I had a lot more where that came from. There were so many things I wanted to do to her, but I had to take my time. I sure as hell didn’t want to freak her out.
I motioned to her knees, which she’d glued together. “Open your legs for me.”
She stuck her tongue out at me, but she was smiling, a sexy little smile that showed me she was into this. She did as I said, and I leaned forward to run my hands up the front of her legs, down her tender inner thighs. She leaned back, and I saw her quiver with goosebumps.
I swept my gaze over her, drinking her in. I couldn’t even pretend that those weren’t the most gorgeous tits I’d ever seen. Full and round and heavy, her nipples hard. I leaned over and flicked my tongue against a nipple and closed my mouth around it and sucked.
She tensed, reaching for my jeans. I nudged her away.
She groaned in protest. “What are you doing?”
I knelt down in front of her, wrapping my hands around each ankle and spreading her legs wider still. I lifted her leg, laying a kiss on her ankle, moving my tongue up her perfect calf, to her thighs. She let out an uneven breath as she watched me. Then I dipped my head down, laying a kiss gently between her legs.
She squirmed. “Drake, I . . .”
“Shh,” I murmured, inhaling her intoxicating scent. She was so wet for me. I moved my tongue over her with slow, leisurely strokes, making her wriggle impatiently. Then I slipped it between her lips, circling her swollen clit before zeroing in on it.
She jolted upright. “Oh, fuck. You are totally insane, you know that?”
A laugh rose up from my throat. Insane, and she loved it. It just made me hungry for more. I wanted her, body, soul, all of her, right on the tip of my tongue.
I reached up to her tits, tweaking the nipples. She moaned and the muscles of her arms, grabbing hold of the headboard above h
er, tightened. I went in deeper, teasing her pussy lips open with my tongue and gently circling her swollen clit.
I gave her more pressure, then less, went slow, then fast. She tossed her head back and side to side, then let go of the headboard and put her fist to her mouth. She bit down on her own hand in a savage way.
When I felt her legs beginning to tremble, I scooped my arms under her ass, around her legs, digging my tongue deep inside her.
She let out a scream as she started to come again, her legs buckling around me. I caught her hips and lifted her to me, continuing my assault with my mouth as her screams died to a whimper. Finally, she pushed away from me, her body trembling. “Oh, my God. You’re going to kill me with orgasms.”
I lifted her hand and looked at her fist. Sure enough, she had some pretty serious bite-marks there. “Well, then, at least you’ll die happy.”
I jumped to my feet, shoving my jeans the rest of the way down, kicking them off with my boxers still inside. “Tell me what you want now.”
“You,” she said. “Inside me.”
I spread her legs farther apart and stepped between them. She looked perfect there, her skin warm and sweaty, her legs open to me. I lifted her up to me, got ready to drive in, tracing the shadows with my fingertips and watching as her nipples tightened. I lowered my mouth and brushed hers, sliding my hands under her shoulders to pull her up to me.
I paused with my tip at her entrance, breathing hard, realizing in my excitement I’d forgotten the condom. Since when had I ever done that? What was this, high school?
I reached into my night table and pulled one out, ripping the package open and rolling it on. Her breathing, hard and raspy, told me she couldn’t wait another second.
I pushed inside her without a second thought, both of us letting out a moan at the hot friction of our bodies coming together. I drove into her, my hands branding her shoulders.
I thought the first time was the thrill of it being different, the thing Jet always went for. But the second time? Just as fucking sweet. Sweeter and tighter than any pussy I’d ever been in. I could’ve stayed in there, rocking into her like this all night.
Or at least, I hoped I could make this last all night. I soon realized that it would be impossible. Thighs pressed against the mattress, I worked her legs around my hips and pounded into her. The sight of her tits bouncing, her mouth curled in pleasure, making those high-pitch girly cries as I felt every inch of her perfect pussy . . . I wasn’t going to last.
I needed to calm my ass down.
I slowed, changed angle, went in even deeper. “Like that?”
She let out a breath and nodded. Her eyes closed. “Yes. Yes.”
That was good. But it only allowed me a momentary reprieve. I got right back to the edge in a split second. I shifted, grabbing her leg at the ankle and lifting it, hoping that’d give me control. But that only got me in deeper, felt better. “How about that?”
She nodded vigorously. “Oh, fuck yes. I love your cock. Fuck me harder.”
Oh fuck, talking like that, she was going to get me there even quicker. The bed groaned under our movements, the lamp on the night table shook with every thrust. The room around me began to spin. It was coming.
I needed to switch things up. I pulled out to let my approaching orgasm retreat, slipped a hand under her ass and easily flipped her over, onto her stomach. Like a rag doll, she let me have my way with her.
When I spread her legs and lifted her ass to me, ready to plunge into her, I saw it.
If anything could make my orgasm retreat . . . it turned out, it was that.
A tattoo on her lower back. Flames. I knew those flames. The flames that I’d come to despise.
I thrust in again, fucking her hard and relentless. With the fury that the symbol inspired in me.
She was Hell’s Fury. A Hell’s Fury fucking whore.
What the fuck was this? What was she doing at The Wall? I had a fucking thousand questions to ask her, but they all fell by the wayside, overshadowed by the feeling of her tight cunt around me.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed for her hair and pulled it violently, not caring if I hurt her.
I didn’t. Her face was half-pressed into the mattress, but she was smiling. Smiling and moaning my name, rocking up against me with her ass to meet each thrust. “Yes, oh yes, just like that,” she said. She’d have been a wet dream, a total fucking fantasy if not for that goddamn tramp stamp on her lower back.
I blocked it out. Concentration momentarily shaken, the edge of oblivion caught me by surprise, and when it did, it steamrolled over me.
I dug in and came so hard that I felt the world spinning around me. Holy fucking shit, I came, just as hard as the first time, as she trembled underneath me. Her insides contracted hard around my dick and as she squealed, I knew she was coming, too.
I almost didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.
“Fuck,” I murmured as I pulled out, breathless. This time, I wanted to get as far the fuck away from her as possible. How could something so sweet . . . so perfect . . . be associated with those fuckers?
She collapsed onto the bed, her body quivering as she flattened herself out across the mattress. She rolled over and looked at me with a grin. “You could say that again.”
God, she was fucking gorgeous. Gorgeous . . . and somehow . . . Fury.
“You must be a doctor. You definitely know a girl’s anatomy,” she said, giving me a wink.
Sexy as hell. And yet . . . Fury.
Fucking hell.
I pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash, all the while wondering what the fuck I was going to do. When I got back to the bedroom, she was under the covers, her back turned to me. “You mind if I just rest for a little while?” she asked, her voice already giving way to sleep.
I didn’t answer. I got in behind her and stared at the ceiling, thinking.
She felt damn good next to me. My body was all in, my cock twitching again for round three, but my head was out of it.
The Fury. The fucking Fury. Everything I hated in this world. They’d fucked with my friends, nearly killed some of them, destroyed our clubhouse. What the fuck was she doing here? Was she sent here to spy on me? If she was, she was sure as hell doing a shitty job of it. Because right now, it looked like she was sleeping. And she hadn’t even bothered to cover up her tattoo.
But why had she been at The Wall? They knew better than to send their women to us. I didn’t put it past them to do a whole lot of shitty things, but to send their girls into the lion’s den? That sounded low, even for Hell’s Fury.
An hour later, I was still staring at the ceiling. Cock hard as a rock from the feel of her warm, sweet body next to mine. This is where I would’ve nudged Avery and coaxed her into another round.
But I was completely, mind-fuckingly unable to act upon it.
Next to me, Cait’s breathing had slowed, and she hadn’t stirred from sleep. Some fucking spy. I slipped out of the sheets, grabbed my cell phone, and padded naked into the living room.
When I got there, I saw Cait’s purse, carelessly left on the table between the kitchen and the living room. Checking the door, I slipped open the zipper and peeked inside. I saw a phone, a wallet, and keys. I stuck my hand inside and removed it right away. It didn’t feel right.
I picked up my own phone and looked at the display. Jet had sent me a selfie of him . . . in bed with the four co-eds from earlier that night. Fucking unbelievable.
Annnd once again, Jet topped me. Sure, Cait was hotter than all those girls combined, but she had one big, glaring check in the minus column.
One I wished I’d known before I took her home. Cullen was going to go batshit crazy when he found out. All the guys were going to give me shit for the rest of my life. I’d probably never live this down.
But I had to tell someone. This was too big to keep to myself. My mind was swimming. I needed someone to tell me what the fuck to do.
I punched into a call to Jet
. He answered after four rings, sounding half-asleep. “Yo. Get my picture?”
“Yeah,” I said. Did he really think I’d call him at three in the morning to talk about it? “Listen . . .”
“Pretty sweet, right? You will not believe what these girls were willing to do for me, man. It was insane. Guess whoever said college girls were horny as hell was right. I . . .”
“Hey. Listen to me. I have a big fucking problem.”
He groaned. “I’m too fucking tired for problems right now. What could be the problem at this hour, man? You took that hot chick home, right? How could that be anything like a problem?”
“She’s Fury,” I mumbled.
A pause. Now he sounded wide awake. “What? What did you say?”
“You heard me. She has a goddamn tramp stamp on her back. Flames. She’s Fury.”
“Fuck, man. Was she spying on us? Did you kick her out of your place on her fucking ass? Did you run over her with your bike?”
“No. I only found it out afterward. She’s in my bed right now.”
“Then get her the fuck out! What are you waiting for? You’re letting a black widow just sleep in your bed?”
If I’d wanted a sane reaction to this problem, Jet was definitely the wrong guy to call. He was the King of Overreaction when it came to all things Fury. I should’ve known he’d hit me with the Take No Prisoners advice.
“Jet. Cool it. I don’t know why she’d even be at The Wall to begin with. Maybe it’s an old tattoo. Maybe . . . there could be any number of explanations. So before you go ballistic about me kicking her to the curb, let’s talk this out and be a little rational. Okay?”
“Fuck. You sound like Cullen. What? Was she that good a fuck?”
I let out a heavy breath. Yeah, she’d been that good. But a woman was a woman, no matter what kind of tattoo she had. I sure as hell wasn’t going to kick her anywhere. “If you’re not going to help . . .”
“Fine,” he muttered. He didn’t speak for a beat, which was about as long as Jet could go without talking. “You know. I have an idea. What if we could use her?”