Running with the Devil: Plantain Series Book One

by Amelia Oliver

  “What do you need me to do?”

  His voice is low and rough, torpedoing all the right spots inside me to make me wet and my clit pulsate.

  “I need you to make me stop thinking,” I reply quietly.

  He reaches out a hand in silent agreement, seriously, this man. As soon as my fingers touch his, he yanks me onto his lap. His hands tighten on my hips as he moves us further onto the bed, his lips hungrily devouring mine. The movements so fast and perfect, I gasp and press myself into him, wanting to consume him. Once he settles us with my body on top of his, hands move to my hair and neck as he delves deeper into my mouth. I’m totally naked and he’s fully clothed, and there’s something so sexy about that. It turns my want into a hunger I’ve never known before, my legs fall to his sides and I shamelessly begin to grind down against the thick ridge in his jeans.

  We both groan, as his hand in my hair tightens. He bites my lower lip, and begins pushing his hips up to press against me harder. Sitting up, I pull back and fumble with the fly of his jeans. My lips feel swollen and puffy, and I suck the lower one in between my teeth as I look up at him through my lashes.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he groans.

  His hands move down to help me with his pants, his erection trapped inside his boxer briefs as we tug. The anticipation of wanting to see his dick, causes me to growl with impatience deep in my throat. The thwack sound his fat thick cock makes when it falls back against his abs, makes me nearly come. He’s so hard, skin so tight, veins bulging. The head nearly reaches his navel, his balls already shrunken up and ready to release, and my mouth waters to taste the glistening liquid coating the head.

  “You want my dick in your mouth?” he asks.

  I look up and nod eagerly, but he gives me that side smirk and a shake of his head. Seconds before he has me flipped onto all fours, and is sliding inside. My pussy sucks him in, wanting more, wanting harder and faster and all of him. I look at him over my shoulder, catching our reflection in the mirror above the dresser in the process. He’s still dressed aside from his jeans pulled down, his ass flexing as he pushes in and pulls out. He looks huge behind me, and this seems so dirty. It doesn’t bother me that it might look like a sweet bottom to an observer, because I know the difference is I’m in as much of control of this as he is.

  “Fuck me,” I order.

  “I am,” he teases, his cock taking shallow stabs at my entrance,

  “I’ve seen Rocket nail girls harder than this, and he’s what, sixty years older than you?” I retort.

  A strong hand grabs the back of my hair, lifting my torso back against his chest.

  “You want me to fuck you? You sure about that?” he asks, his cock still slowly teasing me.

  “Yes,” I gasp. “Fuck me with that huge cock of yours so hard that I forget everything.”

  “Shit,” he groans and reaches down to roughly stroke between my legs with his fingers.

  “Fuck me like you love me,” I groan.

  He pauses, but only for a second. Releasing my hair and not too gently pushing my torso down onto the bed, positioning my hands flat above my head. I watch in the mirror as he stands, removing his shirt and pants, before returning to the bed and pushing my legs wider. Rough fingers run up and down my wet pussy, before smacking my ass and positioning himself at my entrance once more.

  “Don’t make a sound other than screaming my name when you come.”

  Just as the words register, he slams inside me. His cock so thick and so hard, relentlessly fucking me. My teeth sink into the back of my hand to muffle my cry, my breath coming out in a rush, like his cock is literally pushing the air from my lungs. Wet flesh smacking, as I let out a muffled whimper I can’t control.

  “Shhh,” he whispers with his lips against my ear.

  Reaching back through my legs, my fingers tease his balls and he groans. Sucking in a sharp breath between his teeth, as my fingernails gently rake the retracted flesh. Then his hands are on my biceps, yanking my arms towards him to clasp behind my back, holding them in place and pulling me back by my wrists. He fucks into me with abandon, his moans and groans are loud, savage and animalistic. I love that he’s using me to find release, knowing he’s not hurting me and that this is also what I want, just him as he is. I’m whimpering and because I feel possessed, I can’t stay quiet anymore. I start begging him, begging for his cock and begging him to never stop fucking me, all while I’m coming and keep coming. I orgasm so hard my knees give out, my throat hoarse from shouting his name over and over. His thrusts break rhythm as he frantically seeks for his own orgasm. His chest pressing onto my back, his forehead against my shoulder as he comes, holding himself deep as I feel him fill my channel with semen. Warm breath beats against my skin, my heart pounding and all the things that had been picking away at me, are gone.

  “Thank you,” I sigh.

  Dornan lets out a low laugh before pressing his smile and then a kiss on my shoulder, then another on the back of my neck. “I’ll always take care of you.”

  12

  It takes us a while to re-emerge from the apartment, there’s nothing more I wanted than to lay in his arms talking and living in our bubble, not having to deal with the outside world. When we finally do return to the real world, there are some old ladies and kids inside the clubhouse, cleaning up for a pool tournament we’re having tonight. It’s just our club this time and sure to be fun, we play for dollar bills but usually manage to accumulate a large sum of money, which we donate to the local children’s hospital. This year a portion of the raised money is also going to help with Smokey’s medical bills. Dornan holds me close with an arm around my waist as we walk out into the sunshine, his fingers caressing under the hem of my shirt just an inch, but that inch does everything to fire up my libido again.

  “You keep touching me and you’re about to meet the business end of the top of my desk,” I whisper in his ear as we walk past the guys sitting out front.

  “Promise?” he growls against my lips, pressing a kiss there before we walk into the garage.

  I roll my eyes when I see that indeed a bunch of the brothers are watching the video Smokey took on his cellphone of me and the tow truck driver getting into it.

  “Hey Dornan, want an insta-boner?” Smokey laughs and shakes his head at me. “Always killin it V, there’s nothing better than when you make a dude shit himself.”

  I narrow my eyes and curl my upper lip in a snarl.

  “Maybe I will take you up on the desk sex,” Dornan answers as he walks over to watch the video.

  He did eventually come to my office in hopes of getting that desk sex, because for whatever reason he also enjoyed watching me go toe to toe with a man, But I was swamped. There was an accident on the freeway and three of the cars had come here, all the insurances needed to be dealt with before I could head home.

  Even though I was only gone one night, it’s an odd sensation walking into my house. There’s a slight unease, like the boogeyman’s about to jump out at any second. But Dornan’s presence and Bagheera running in and out of the back door, helps settle me. I jump in the shower as Dornan makes dinner and everything seems right again, my fear from the day before nonexistent. I’m heading out for some girl time with Missy, Gwen, Katie, and Emily before the pool tournament. I’m excited to get out and do something, it’s been a while since I’ve spent time with them, and a cycle of the flu meant the last few Sunday dinners have been cancelled.

  Entering the bedroom after my shower, my eyes land on a black strapless mini dress draped over the bed, noticeably absent are any under garments. A pair of burgundy peep toe heels with a dainty strap at the ankle, sit at the end of the bed, remembering that Dornan told me he liked them once before. I shouldn’t like that he picks my clothes out, but I do, there’s something about it. He doesn’t pick things that make me feel like he’s trying to cover me up, he picks things he likes seeing me in.

  After blow drying my hair in loose waves, I apply my make-up, choosing gray s
mokey eyes as opposed to my normal brown eye shadow and liner. The outfit’s sexy, with a short tight skirt that shows off my long legs. The top just barely covers my cleavage to reveal plenty of neck, but with my hair down it covers a majority of the open back. When I go downstairs, Dornan’s sitting at the table eating with Bagheera at his feet. When he looks at me, the fork stops halfway to his mouth as his eyes trail up from my heels to my eyes. I smile and pose against the doorframe like a centerfold, noticing his throat move to swallow before he snaps out of his trance and begins eating again. Just then, a horn honks outside and alerts me to Missy’s arrival.

  “Thank God,” Dornan sighs. “You stay here any longer, and we’re not going anywhere for the next few weeks.”

  I walk over and place a kiss on his cheek, then begin towards the door. Before I can get too far, he pulls me back to plant a hard kiss on my lips, smacking my ass as I stand. I shoot him a pout as if I’m unhappy about his actions, but can barely contain my smile as I grab my purse and open the front door.

  “Shit, maybe I should’ve picked something else.”

  I glance over my shoulder to see Dornan mumbling to Bagheera, an afterthought now that he’s just gotten a view of how short this dress actually is. I’m the last to be picked up, so Missy’s cars already loud and full. The passenger seat’s been left open for me, thankfully I don’t have to climb into the back seat and show off my ovaries.

  “Damn girl, Dornan know you’re leavin’ the house like that?” Katie teases and smacks my shoulder from her spot in the backseat.

  “He picked this for me to wear,” I smile looking ahead as the whistles and ‘oohh’s’ begin.

  “He’s the only man I swear that wants guys to see how hot you are, if I thought about wearing something like that, Smokey would cut off a guy’s future kid’s dick for looking at me,” Emily says causing us all to laugh.

  I think most women would feel like Dornan wanting me to look sexy, meant that he didn’t care if men check me out. But it’s the opposite, he wants every guy to see what they aren’t getting, just one of the many ways that shows me how confident and alpha he is.

  We head to the tavern and proceed to drink and sing karaoke. Although I opt not to drink tonight, since my last experience with alcohol is still too raw to want to go down that path again anytime soon. I manage to still go on and sing my butt off, and have a blast. It’s around midnight when an intense Aretha Franklin battle ensues between Missy and me, and only after Missy can’t spell R.E.S.P.E.C.T, we decide to call it quits and head to the clubhouse. Since I’m the designated driver for the rowdy drunken bunch, I decide to drive thru and get some burgers in hopes of sobering the girls up slightly. Knowing that none of their husbands will appreciate how shit face drunk they are. Reasonably drunk and playful are states of inebriation they like, not these sloppy ass messes.

  Regardless, when we pull up and park in the lot, Gwen swings open the passenger door and they all begin climbing out of the car, falling all over while laughing like lunatics. I’m chuckling but just about over them when Joey walks out of the club to light a smoke, and Katie nearly falls into his arms. His mom Gwen smacks his cheek in a meant to be loving way, that turns out to be a little bit more aggressive by the look on his face.

  Gwen and Missy walk into the club arm in arm, Emily follows as she fixes her hair while nearly tripping over her own feet, stumbling in her heels. Deciding I should leave Joey and Katie who are now making out, I head inside. Smoke and the stench of beer thick in the air, along with the sounds of The Doobie Brothers. The voices and laughter of about one hundred people fill the clubhouse, and it’s times like this I really miss my dad being here.

  I ignore the pang in my chest, the sadness that follows knowing my only parent will never be free again. So I search for the only person who always takes that pain away. My eyes scan the faces for Dornan, but can’t see over the crowd. Knowing he’ll be at the pool tables owning the tournament with Sven, I head in that direction. As I navigate my way through, my name’s called and hello’s are exchanged. But I keep pushing forward, the need to see Dornan overwhelming me. I can’t explain it, but it’s almost like nothing seems right if he’s in the same vicinity but not with me, close but not close enough. At first I feared the feeling, not wanting to be so dependent on someone that I couldn’t live my life without them by my side, but it’s not that. He’s my other half, he’s the part of me that contains my heart, and without him I’m barely able to feel like a complete person.

  My eyes finally land on Sven who has an arm slung around Missy’s shoulders as she whispers in his ear, his other hand posted up on a pool stick, but still no Dornan. As I get closer, Sven smiles and gives me a chin tip. I notice Smokey and Chain are also there with their wives hanging on them.

  “Doesn’t V look absolutely beautiful?” Missy asks Sven as I stand in front of them.

  “She always does. But yes, she is looking particularly beautiful tonight.”

  Sven gives me a smile, like how my dad does when he’s trying to be sweet and feels a little uncomfortable showing his softer side.

  “Thanks, where’s Dornan?” I ask.

  They all look at me and smile, like they know something I don’t. I open my mouth to ask what’s so amusing, when big warm hands slide onto my hips, Dornan pressing his lips on my bare shoulder. I turn my head to breathe him in, running my nose along his cheek, as he turns to press against my lips softly. He gives me a moment of kisses before standing to his full height, pulling me back against his front. Even with these sky high heels, he’s still taller than me. Everyone’s still looking at us with dumb smiles, and I feel my cheeks heat slightly in embarrassment. Slowly it turns into a hot flush, when I feel Dornan’s thickening cock press into the curve of my ass. Eventually everyone begins to take their attention off us, and start talking amongst themselves.

  “Where were you?” I ask, turning my head and smelling his neck again.

  “I had something to do really quick, did you have fun?” he asks, his fingers flexing against my hips.

  I shrug, “it was fine. You guys winning?” I ask.

  “We just got knocked out when my mom came up and jumped on the old man’s back, he missed his shot.”

  I smile and shake my head slightly.

  “I want to show you something,” he says into my hair.

  I turn in his arms and look up at him, my brows raising.

  “Come on,” he gives me that sexy side grin, at the same time linking his fingers with mine.

  I watch his ass in those jeans that fit him like the maker used a mold of his body to design them, wrapping my other hand around his strong forearm. We walk down the apartment hallway, when he suddenly halts and turns to me. I lean forward trying to kiss him, but he steps back and smiles. Oh he’s going to tease me? He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a black bandana, folding it before raising it to my eyes. I pull back while raising a hand, intercepting the material just inches from my face.

  “It’s a surprise,” he replies, still holding the bandana up.

  I gave him a pointed look, before relenting and closing my eyes. Like I can ever resist him, even if I don’t really like the idea of being blindfolded. He presses a quick kiss to the tip of my nose, placing the cloth against my face and tying the ends behind my head. He links his fingers with mine again and I hear the heavy back door open, then slam behind us as we go outside into the warm night air. Dornan leads me with care and acknowledgment that I’m in four inch heels as we walk, I have a feeling I know where we’re going, especially as we keep walking and the music from the clubhouse gets further away. Hearing the breeze blowing in the leaves, alerts me that we’re going to the tree house for sure, but it’s still unclear why we’re going there exactly. I don’t say anything, just bite my lower lip and try to hide my grin over the thought that he’s planned something for me. Then we stop and Dornan lets my hand go, the air shifting as he turns to face me.

  “So I’m sure you know where we are...can you d
o the stairs in those?” he asks.

  Knowing he means my shoes, because we’ve climbed up the ladder many times blind to our movements at night. I nod and reach out, Dornan assisting me in finding the sides of the ladder. Once my foot hits the first step, I easily find the rest, feeling Dornan’s hands on my hips and ass making sure I get up safely. Once reaching the top, I straighten fully and move over slightly to allow room for him to stand beside me. Still not understanding why I need a blindfold for something I’ve seen a million times. He guides me in front of him, his hands at my sides, splayed on my ribs and under my breasts. His warm breath delicately plays with my long tendrils, before he sweeps a hand across my shoulder and gathers all my hair over to one side.

  “There were so many times when we hung out in here, that I wanted to ask you out.”

  He places a soft kiss on my neck, sending chills over my skin.

  “That I wanted to kiss you,” another press of his lips.

  “Touch you,” he whispers and I feel my body push back into his, a sigh escaping my lips as they part.

  “You did?” I pant.

  Dornan runs his knuckles down my arms, before his hands start touching me all over, almost frantically.

  “Now that you’re mine, I want to do all the things I spent days and hours thinking about doing to you.”

  A tremor shakes my body slightly, excitement charging through me and awakening all my wants and needs. The bandana loosens and falls free, candlelight filling the small space as my eyes flutter open. There are hundreds of candles set up all over, along with twinkle lights strung up and hanging from the walls. The gesture’s simple, yet so sweet, I feel the backs of my eyes begin to burn.

  “This is perfect,” I gush.

  Dornan places a hand on my cheek, his thumb swiping away the tears. My emotions reflect in his eyes, as he leans in to run his nose along mine.

  “You deserve nothing less than perfect,” he says softly.

  My insides become jelly, my heart swelling. I want nothing more than to make love with him right here, to show him how he also deserves nothing less. He motions for me to sit on pillows I’ve never seen before, arranged on the floor. Not only has he spruced the place up, but I realize then that when I got to the clubhouse and he wasn’t there, that he must’ve been out here lighting all the candles. He sits down beside me but seems anxious, and I don’t know if it’s because he maybe thinks I’m not surprised. It’s then I hear music and glance over his shoulder to see my iPod on its dock in the corner, Stevie Nicks and Don Henley- “Leather and Lace” is playing. The song’s perfect for me and him, his rough manliness and my softer woman side, this song is just…us.