by V. Theia
Before she could protest he took her lips again. When his next assault came it was his hand sliding down her undulating belly, spearing two long fingers inside her at the same time the knuckle on his thumb grazed against her swollen clit.
“Oh, god.” She cried into his mouth. Her sex throbbed a heavy, solid thrum making her shudder through a series of convulsions coinciding with the in and out of his fingers.
“Asking him for help, little girl?” The pounding never let up. Her eyes hazed out everything but him as she listened to her own wetness coating his hand. She was desperate to swallow, her mouth parched, but every drop of moisture she had in her body was dripping into Hawk’s hand.
Their breaths mingled and when she fisted a hand in the back of his hair he let her angle his head down. Even in passion he still looked like he could literally and easily kill someone with his bare hands. She swallowed a giggle.
“Tell your god to make the monster leave you alone before he consumes everything you have to give and there’s nothing left.” Hawk gave her a bite. Almost vicious as he tugged her lower lip and sucked on it like it was a hard, cinnamon candy, licking the hurt away straight after. Not that she was complaining, it felt insanely good.
“Stop calling yourself a—oh, god! Hawk, please!”
“Not rushing this time, I want to savor your cries, make them last ‘cause they’ll carry me over.” He did this by kissing her again, swallowing her noises. His fingers working diligently but not fast enough to send her off like a rocket as she wanted. Hawk pushed in a third and stretched his fingers out to the point she thought she might crack right open if he didn’t touch the place she needed. “Need you nice and stretched out, Gia.” He spoke into her neck, kissing and biting.
It was too much sensory overload. She didn’t know whether she was up or down.
“For when I get my nasty-not-worthy dick inside all this wet. So, when I fuck you finally you feel it and know how fucking desperate I am to get to the back of you.” Oh, dear lord. She started humming in tongues, head thrown back, neck elongated, his fingers hard and fast. “Stretching out my little bit of a thing to take a big, nasty cock.” He was trying to scare her off, she caught on to that quickly, but the thing was … his crude words only turned her on. Only made her wetter.
Panting, she dug nails into the nape of his neck. “It’s not fair. You do this and won’t let me touch you in return.”
“I’m not a fair man.” His grunt was otherworldly and so soaked in his lust she was drunk on it. Oh god, how had she never known he’d be this focused, this sexual? “Not a good man, either, but you know that.” In and out. He drove her insane.
“Let me touch you. Let me make you come. God, I want it, Hawk.” All kinds of truths were spilling out of her mouth tonight.
“Not until you’re safe.”
Ugh, he was infuriatingly kind. She’d lost her head and here he was being rational as he was cute.
“Then let me watch you make yourself come.”
Hawk grabbed a breath, raised his head back, piercing both her body with his fingers and his gaze. Twin hits of pleasure she was unable to fight against when he finger-fucked her into a body quaking orgasm she buried into his shoulder, biting down hard.
And even before she’d rallied her breath down to a level that was deemed normal he lifted himself off her and threw himself on the opposite corner, ripping open his belt and zipper.
Her poor couch groaned under the body of a biker god.
******
She proved how bossy she really was when Hawk watched Gia scramble up to her knees, unabashed about being half naked, her lips swollen from his too-rough kissing, tits heaving under the cotton of her top and her juices coating the inside her spread thighs, pleasure he’d given to her. He could still feel her shaking on his fingertips. A hot vibration that gushed all her bliss down his hand. Like the nasty bastard he was, he stopped with his zipper now he’d given breathing room to his dick, and he pushed those wet fingers into his mouth, sucking her off them loudly.
Gia whimpered, turning pink.
“Get it out, I want to see.” She ordered. Her voice smoke and husk and her little girl eyes lowered to a hazy half-mast. He’d always had the ability to look at her briefly and take in every feature without it appearing like he was a dirty pervert eyeballing a too young baby. Some of that residue of his self-reproach still lingered even though she was grown now and more than willing to take his nastiness into her body if he was willing.
Hawk was so willing he was hurting but he had to keep that last shred of decency. He’d been with too many bodies over the years and hadn’t cared if they carried the bubonic plague. He figured if death was gonna take him then it better hurry the hell up.
Now with the promise of goodness right there for the taking, he felt every inch of filth and regret for ever doing what he’d done with faceless bodies.
He hated himself.
And yet it didn’t stop him from reaching into his jeans, grasping the thickness hard enough to make a great shudder rattle through his old bones. “It’s not a pet.” He told her with a lie. His dick was under her spell and only her. Put a leash on it and he’d be her damn pet all she wanted long as she went on looking at the steel pipe in his fist like his dick was the second coming of David Bowie.
Already the climax was boiling his brain alive.
A few jerks and he’d spurt too.
He had a few things to say first. Idiot. His brain growled. And his dick agreed. His dick couldn’t see past Gia’s panting breath and the leak of his pre-come oozing onto his fingers as he began the slow, pressured roll through his own fist.
“I burn for you. You gotta know that. I’ve fucked up too many times to think I warrant someone like you, Gia. No, let me finish.” He said when she geared up to speak. Her soft lips closed, she bit the bottom one through her teeth and he swore he could taste that puffy lip. “I won’t tie you to someone like me.”
“You’re being stupid—”
“Gia. I got my dripping dick in my hand with your greedy eyes all over me, I’m not gonna last a second more, let me say this.”
She nodded. Cheeks flushed. Nipples so goddamn hard poking through her shirt his mouth hungered to suck on them.
You’re evil. Worthless. You’re a cancer.
Inhaling hard past the self-condemnation, Hawk made sure he had her eyes. His heart stopped and restarted before he could make his tongue work. He wasn’t a talker by nature. The most he’d ever said was either to Rider or Gia. Funny how the Marinos’ siblings were the only two people he gave a fuck about. “I can give you this,” he indicated to his dick. What a guy, he internally sneered. Most normal men brought flowers and romantic dates on the river. Hawk offered his leaking cock. “Only this, little bit. For as long as you want it.”
He watched her chest inflate and hold before she let the air go. Her eyes, fuck him, he loved them on him. He felt burned all over. Burned down to ash and happy about it because it was Gia who scorched him. Like she was washing away his evil memories and giving him this piece of her heaven as a gift. She was so damn thoughtful and didn’t even know it.
Up and down, he fucked his own fist, his spine tightened at the very bottom, gearing up for one fuck of a come bursting out of him.
“Let me get this straight so I’m not misunderstanding. Sex only?”
He nodded. He could deal with that if it didn't ruin her fucking life with his cruelty and obsession. She could have her normal life away from him and he’d give her that.
“Not dating as we agreed?”
He shook his head. “You don’t want to date me.”
“That’s not for you to decide.”
He couldn’t find the right words. He was no good at it. He knew how to be mean and to hurt things. He groaned and gave himself an extra hard tug, taking his full palm the length of his cock and back down again to the base where he squeezed tightly.
Her pupils blew the fuck up and he felt it in his cock.
Hurting hard. He masked his grunt.
“So, you're saying,” Gia moved an inch closer and took all the oxygen away from him. God, she was beautiful. Incredible. The most serene woman. “That you do want to fuck me after all?”
Again, he nodded. Words wouldn't come. Not unless she wanted something filthy in return of how he wanted to mount her from behind and pound until she was blind, and he was dead. He could tell her a lot of that.
“But no dating? No holding my hand or cuddling me close or whispering in the back of a movie theater or having me cook dinner for you after a long day of scowling.”
Another shuffle closer on her knees and this time Hawk’s lids drifted down as he eyed her exposed pussy coming ever closer. His dick was so happy it tingled at the tip. He felt corrupt even doing this with her here. It felt wrong and good and he was so fucking messed up over the little bit of a thing.
“You're saying, you finally admit you want me ... sex only and there’s no denying it this time. That you want to bend me over and shove your rock hard ...”
Jesus fucking H Christ. Hawk about lose his damn mind, dropping his erection he palmed a hand to the back of her head, closing his fingers around her hair and placing the other one over her mouth. Curses fell like acid rain, and his chest caved in catching her sweet scent.
“Gia, for the sake of my fucking sanity do not finish that sentence unless you want me rammed into your throat until I choke you.”
And what did the little bit go and do? She hummed and swiped that naughty, ball-teasing tongue right over his palm and kept right on doing it while Hawk’s head swam.
Fucks sake. He was so screwed because she looked at him like she saw his darkness and liked it.
And now he couldn’t wait to get her home to Colorado.
With a resolve that was nothing club related for the first time in years.
The VP was lightheaded with excitement tickling his lungs.
Consequences be damned.
He’d go to hell knowing how it felt to have her come around his cock and her nails gouge out his fucking spine from the outside.
She pulled away, smiling her angelic smile to send his wasted heart into a tailspin of need and want and addiction all combined in a nasty gift-wrapped package he ached to present to her to keep as her own.
To evolve he had to accept first his circumstances … all of them … and then to know fate was tied to a little bit of a thing who owned him completely.
Fuck. He was some flowery fucking speaking motherfucker when he was horny.
Her hand stole between her wet thighs, she expelled a wispy sigh when she touched herself and laid her cheek on his shoulder, her other hand went to his chest right over his tattoo.
Intimacy. He thought. This was it. Togetherness of the like he never thought he’d share with anyone least of all his obsessive love.
And then she blew his mind into tiny pieces.
“Now make yourself come and say my name…then we can discuss the terms of this sex only relationship you want with me.”
Screwed. He thought grunting, his fingers obeying like soldiers of war.
He was so fucking screwed.
She was going to own him.
And he’d go to the slaughter as a happy shithead.
CHAPTER TWENTY
“There’s bad timing and then there’s Prince Charming timing.” - Tag
“We gonna hook up tonight?”
Not many people knew that in the heart of Armado Springs, just off main street beneath the office of the local optometrist, right next door to the florist and bakery in an underground building with all the walls save for the supporting beams all knocked through into one huge space and the only access being through the basement of the Italian restaurant was a custom-built ten-foot octagon cage the size of a tennis court. And inside that custom iron cage with its unshakable walls and lights dotting around the rim for effect for both fighters and the crowd, four nights a week, men of all sizes and backgrounds, mostly those in the criminally inclined lifestyle fought for money.
The place smelled of sweat, blood and greed. And it was one of Tag’s favorite places to be. Seeing as how he was the top billed fighter who raked in the most cash on whatever night of the week he happened to fight. He tended to save his bouts for those special occasions. When the big money was in town, usually the celebrities and the lawyers who wanted a bit of dirty excitement from the MMA world with an undercurrent of illegal activity.
After all, nothing that happened in the underground cage was lawful.
Save for death and use of weapons, anything went.
And it was all run by the Renegade Souls MC.
Tag, with his clip of shorn blond hair sticking up in an array of sweaty tufts and piercing turquoise eyes smiled temptingly at the woman asking the question. She’d hung around after the last fight was over and everyone went home happy.
Tag made a killing on his bets tonight and so had the club, so he was a happy boy. He’d be taking around a cool fifty G to Texas to wash it nice and clean in their other more public friendly businesses. And that was just from one fight. Tag’s fight which was coming the end of this month, invite only for the high rollers.
Tag might be one of the MC’s Sergeant in Arms, but down here with the sweat and the honest to goodness scrapping, he was most at home.
His boys called him Prince Charming because they said the chicks dug his long lashes and twinkling smile. Not to mention his massive dick and the way he rode in on his Harley V-Rod like a modern-day anti-hero coming to entice the panties off the princess in her condo tower.
Down here though, he was known only as the champion. Undefeated in his last twenty-three fights.
He grabbed up his holdall and slung it over one shoulder. Time was he would have taken the girl up on her not so subtle offer. He would have already had her down on the blood-soaked floor and up her tiny skirt licking her in indecent ways with her ring covered fingers locked in his hair pumping her hips for god and all to witness. Time was, he wouldn’t have minded an audience either. But not tonight.
“Sorry, babe,” he told the redhead. “I gotta head back to the club.”
She pouted and cozied up to his free arm. He grinned and kissed her forehead. She was a good girl. A fun girl. Hellishly fucking fun from his recollection of the last time he’d spent some hours with her. “Okay, your loss, champ.” It really was. “Maybe next time?”
He didn’t give her an answer when he walked her to her car and made sure she got away safely. Because he had other ideas of dating and he couldn’t be seen to be fucking anything in a tight mini dress, now could he?
Tag strolled over to his bike, but before he could climb on and head back to the compound to sink a few beers and consume an egg sandwich as big as Preacher’s head, he caught a movement from the corner of his vision.
If you walked main street, it looked like any other city. Bustling traders, clean streets the shady fucker mayor paid to keep them that way. But around back, it was a whole other story. It was where the impoverish came to bed down for the night in hopes the local delis would throw out some good garbage, so they could eat that night.
Tag had experience with the down and outs since he’d spent most of his youth looking for his dad, making sure he wasn’t passed out wasted in a doorway or worse, face down in his own vomit. So, if he saw some poor guy down on his luck he made sure to stop, to ask if he was okay and to slip them some cash for food. He wasn’t dumb, he knew nine times out of ten it would go on liquor or hard drugs. Can’t save ‘em all.
He jogged over to the dude sitting on cardboard. “Yo, Mike. You okay man?”
The old man lifted his drunk-soaked head and grinned with two teeth in his mouth. At his side a young mutt lay snoring out the zeds.
“Hey, kid. Yeah, yeah, all good. You fight tonight?”
“Nah. Soon though.” He leaned down and handed the old guy some money. “You need a ride to the shelter? Gonna rain tonight.”
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bsp; “Me and Shep here are just fine. Thanks, kid.”
He shrugged and left the guy in his makeshift bed.
The ride back to the compound didn’t take long since it was early hours of the morning. It was a surprise to find Rider in the main room sitting at the bar alone. Usually the prez was at home tucked up with his queen.
Dumping the holdall at his feet he straddled a stool. “You’ll be pleased to know I come bearing glad tidings, Prez.” He announced with a smirk and Rider cocked a brow. Seeing how he didn’t laugh, Tag reckoned something was up.
“You have any trouble down there tonight?”
“Not a thing.” The Russians had been trying to get in on the action and so far, they’d managed to keep them out. “What’s going on here? You’re not usually around this time of night.”
“Still my club last time I checked, don’t need to clock in and out, brother.”
Tag laughed. “Man, did Z-girl kick your ass out of bed?” Rider oozed authority, he wasn’t the biggest guy nor the scariest but if crossed he’d break your back, didn’t matter the situation and every brother was loyal to him to a fault, but if his old lady was pissed then Tag was laying money on that tiny blondie winning the war.
“No, she was driving me crazy with this party she wants to throw for Gia. For fucks sake,” he took a gulp of amber liquid, “what do I know about napkins?”
Tag suppressed a laugh, only ‘cause that was a nice segue into what he’d been wanting to talk to Rider about for the past few weeks ever since he’d heard his sister was on her way back to town.
Only Rider’s phone rang then, and he answered it with a silky hey, Icy. So, he knew it was his old lady and Tag didn’t wanna be around if they were gonna phone sex. He slid off the stool, grabbed the bag and headed to the kitchen to fix some grub before he crashed out.