by Angel Steel
“Everyone is different, Zane. It’s hard to pinpoint.”
“Shelia,” I growl. Gripping the edge of the desk, so close to breaking it in my hands while I listen to what Shelia’s telling me.
She sighs, spinning around fully and faces me. “This drug will force the body to feel uncontrollable surges of arousal. A potent aphrodisiac if you like. Fever and adrenaline, both mixed together have a powerful effect on the body. The worst of it will be a blank stare, rapid and involuntary eye movements including flicking up and down of the eyes. A drop in pulse rate, blood pressure, and respiration. Vomiting, blurred vision, loss of balance, dizziness and confusion to name but a few.” Her eyes shift from me to where Hellcat is lying on the bed. “She will be in a state of arousal for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. Sex is the answer right now, Zane. I’ll get a mix of painkillers and antibiotics for her to take to ease her pain slightly, but it won’t solve it right away. We’ll need to keep a watch over her tonight and see how she is in the morning. I’m so sorry, Zane, if I could do more I would.”
“I know, Shelia, it’s not your fault.” I pat Shelia on the shoulder and make my way back over to Hellcat. Stopping beside the bed, I glance between the men in the room with me. This is a completely fucked. Both Masen and Rosko step away from the bed and move to the side of the room, leaving us alone. As soon as Hellcat sees me, she sits up and launches herself into my arms, crashing her mouth to mine. Groaning at the contact of her mouth on me, I grip hold of her, pulling her closer into my body. Her hands frantically glide over my chest, trying to remove my shirt. Her heels dig into my ass, as her nails scratch down my chest once my shirt is undone. Hissing at the slight pain, I step back and turn around pinning her against the wall, pushing my body further into hers. Her mouth drops from my own and moans as my hand slides up and over her left breast.
Fuck, I needed to be alone with her to do what I want to do.
Not saying a word to anyone, I shift toward the door and make my way down to the room I have on base with Hellcat in my arms. Once in the room, door closed and locked behind me, I lay her down on the bed and remove my shirt completely. Her eyes land on mine, her tongue running along her bottom lip as her eyes follow my hands while I begin to remove my jeans. A punch of lust slams through me at the thought of having Hellcat wrapped around my cock again.
“What do you want, Hellcat?” I ask, once I kick my jeans away and wrap my hand around my throbbing cock.
“I want you to fuck me, Zane,” she whimpers, following my movements with her eyes.
“Are you sure, sweetheart? I won’t be gentle,” I say taking a step toward her.
“It aches. I need you inside me, now, Zane,” she answers pulling her shirt up and over her head. Her breasts bounce with her movements and then her hands are there, pushing the bra down and playing with her own nipples.
I stand where I am, watching as she pulls at her own nipples, causing pleasure to shoot through me. “Remove your jeans and play with that sweet pussy of yours, Hellcat. I want to see how wet you are for my cock.” Her hands drop instantly to her jeans and it doesn’t take long to push them down with her panties. Her thighs fall apart showing me that sweet spot I crave so badly and begin to trace over her clit. I grip my cock harder, loving the pleasure of the view I have right in front of me. Her fingers dip into her sex as her thumb circles her clit. Her gasps of pleasure echo in the room around me, driving me wild. Painfully slow, I glide my hand along my dick as her fingers disappear into her depths, her back arches from the bed while she moans out my name.
That’s my undoing, my name on her lips as she pleases herself. Dropping to my knees at the end of the bed, I grip onto her ankle and pull her to the end and before she can get a single word out, my mouth is on her, licking and sucking on her engorged clit. My fingers circling her opening then plunging deep inside her. Her walls clamp around my fingers, pulling them in further. Gripping her clit with my teeth slightly and tugging as my fingers slide in and out of her.
“Oh, God,” she moans out. My eyes stay glued to hers, the lust shining in them has my cock ready to explode and I’m not even inside her yet. Removing my fingers from her depths, I grip her thighs holding them apart and devour her. Sliding my tongue into her wet pussy, loving the sweet taste of her on my tongue. Her fingers pinch her erect nipples, twisting and tugging at them.
“Please,” she whimpers.
Holding her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue continuously against the little bud, her hands go to my head and push me further into her pussy.
“Make me come, please.” She gasps my head as I dig my teeth in slightly around her clit.
Ripping my mouth from her clit. I crawl up and over her body, trailing kisses in my wake until my mouth hovers above her nipples. My tongue sneaks out and lavishes one nipple, causing goose bumps to erupt over her skin. Moving to the other, not wanting to not give it the same pleasure. Sliding my hand between our bodies, I start rubbing the tip of my cock at her pussy. Her hands glide everywhere over me. Gripping both her hands with mine, I continue to glide the tip of my cock over her clit, shifting back and forth, rubbing along my shaft.
Removing my mouth from her tempting nipples, I position myself at her core. I push forward, sliding into the depth of her wet pussy, fully. Holding still, enjoying the sensation of her clamping around me, as both of us breathe hard.
“Move, please. I need you to move, Zane,” she whispers.
Groaning, I begin to move. Hellcat’s eyes roll back into her head as she struggles against my hold on her wrists. It’s a slow torture for us both, but really only me, not wanting this single moment to be over just yet.
Her nails dig into the flesh of my hand as I quicken my pace, her legs wrap around my waist pulling me further into her, urging me deeper. My thrusts become urgent, wanting every single ounce of pleasure she is willing to give me.
“Fuck Hellcat, you’re going to undo me,” I hiss in her ear.
Her ankles cross behind me, digging them in, driving me harder and harder into her core.
“Let my hands go, I want to touch you,” she moans out as I drive harder.
As soon as I let her hands free, I slide my arm around her waist and lift her up wrapping her further around me. Her arms automatically go around my neck as she begins to slide down my cock as I push up into her. Kneeling on the bed with Hellcat now riding my cock, as we both move together as she slides down my cock while I pump up into her, our movements in unison, together as one.
“Harder,” she mumbles, “I need you to fuck me, harder, Zane.”
My hand goes to her brown hair, grabbing a handful and pulling her head back and slamming my mouth to hers. Sliding my tongue into her mouth, she wraps her lips around it, sucking at it, causing my pace to quicken. My hand grips her ass, guiding her movements along my dick. She throws her head back, arching against me, gripping her hips and forcing myself into her, rolling her hips with my own.
Her hands grip my thighs as I violently slam my cock, harder, deeper into her. I can’t get enough of her. I want all of her. Every single orgasm. All her pleasure as my own. I want everything, but for now I’ll take what she’s willing to give me.
My eyes lust over as I watch her hand slide between us and she begins playing with her clit, pinching, pulling, rubbing, moaning as she clamps around me, I drive forward harder.
“Yes, yes, more,” she screams out.
Growling, I fall forward, lifting her leg over my right shoulder and pound forward, harder, harder than I ever have in my life. My balls pull tight under my cock as the tingling sensation shoots up my back and I know I’m close.
My mouth latches onto her nipple and I bite down hard, resulting in her back arching off the bed and pushing further into my mouth, my thrusts are fast and fierce. Sweat drips from my chest and drops onto hers. My grip slips from her knee, but I hold on and angle my hips upwards, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her core. Her eyes open and land on my own, and I know she�
��s there with me, at that exact moment. Her pussy clamps around me, her fingers digging into my arms.
“Zane,” she screams out as she comes apart around me.
She continues to constrict my cock as I pound relentlessly into her. Her hand reaches up and pinches my nipple hard and I erupt, spewing my own release inside her core. I slow my thrusts down, my body throbbing from my own release. Once I’ve stopped moving, I look down and grin. Her chest rises and falls at the speed of her breathing, eyes closed, I shift back and stop as I feel her hands rub lightly down my arms. Lifting my hand to her beautiful face, I trace over her lips, plump from our kissing. Her eyes open and find mine. I move again inside of her and she moans at my movement. Her walls constrict around me and groan as she does, my dick hardens yet again for her.
“Hope you’re ready for round two,” I tell her. I sit back pulling myself completely from her depths and turn her around and on all fours. I side up behind her, rubbing my dick through the wetness dripping from her body, and plunge forward as I grip onto her hips. Every scream, moan, gasp coming from her mouth drives me harder into her. Tonight’s going to be a long one, and I’m ready for every second of it with her.
I groan as I roll over in the bed, swallowing several times trying to get rid myself of the horrid taste within my mouth. I sit up slightly, looking for the glass of water I normally have beside my bed and moan at the pain shooting through my head. I grasp at it, holding it, still wanting the spinning to go away that’s happening right now.
My stomach churns, sliding from the bed I make my way to the only door open in the room and find the toilet. Falling to my knees I lean over and everything in my stomach comes up. By the end of it, I am practically bringing my stomach lining up. Sitting back against the cold tile wall, I grab the towel hanging on the rack and wipe my mouth. What happened last night? Using the toilet to lift myself up, I wince in pain. My whole body feels like I was hit by a truck.
Once I stand to my full height, I look in the mirror and gasp at what l see looking back at me. My right cheek is bruised in shades of purple. My bottom lip swollen. I glance lower and find light bruises mark along both of my arms. I’m afraid to look lower. Not looking down, I make my way to the shower and step in and once the water is at the right temperature I slide under it and groan in relief from the cleansing hot water that’s sliding over my body.
The last thing I remember was being at work, in my booth with Max, and that’s it. Nothing till right now as I stand under the water. I rest my head against the tiled wall enjoying the warm cascading water over my throbbing head. I can’t think straight with this damn pounding going on right now. Reaching for the shampoo I wash my hair quickly and turn the water off and grab the towel hanging over the shower door.
As I stand there drying myself, one thing comes to me rather quickly. I stop my drying and look at the towel. I never have a towel hanging over my shower door… ever. And definitely not a blue towel at that. I drop it and back away, staring at it lying on the ground. Instantly my eyes shoot around the bathroom. Black tiles cover one wall and the rest are covered in white ones, with some gray design in every third one.
Where the hell am I? I back out of the bathroom and come to a stop when I run into someone behind me. I can’t move, and the fact that I’m completely naked doesn’t help either. For a split second anyway, I scream and grab for the towel I disposed of on the ground seconds ago and cover myself as best I can, stepping closer to the shower and face who is behind me.
I have no idea who it is, but once my eyes land on Zane, well I’m relieved to see it’s someone that I know in a way.
“Zane. Shit! You scared the shit out of me.” I half-laugh, holding the towel to my chest.
He steps toward me, looking me over. I fidget on the spot, I’m standing as he continues to stare. I search his eyes wanting to know what he’s thinking. I can’t tell at all.
“Zane?” I question, as he steps forward and raises his hand to my face and skims his thumb over my swollen cheek.
“What do you remember from yesterday?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.
Frowning. “Um…” I look up. “I remember being at work and leaving the booth… that’s it! Why can’t I remember past that? And why is my head pounding?” I ask him holding the side of my head.
“Amelia, look at me,” he says lifting my chin up to his face.
Opening my eyes, he frowns down as he looks from one to the other then back to the first one. “Shit,” he growls and pulls me toward the bed.
I pull my hand from his. “Wait, even though I don’t know what happened yesterday or last night, it doesn’t mean I’m going to jump straight into bed with you, again. I want to know what’s going on?”
Zane stops and faces me. “You didn’t care last night, Amelia, you practically jumped me,” he says as he stands there at the end of the bed still looking my way.
The muscles in his arm bulges as he lifts it and rubs the back of his head. My eyes roam over his exposed chest. It’s like watching a movie in slow motion. The way the muscles shift. The way his stomach pulls taut, each one of his abs pulling to the left as his arm rises over his head. And that dark patch of hair trailing down into his pants, Holy Mother of God, the image in front of me has a moan slipping from my lips. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m like a dog in heat. His head turns my way and I blush, shocked that I did that.
“Hellcat, please don’t moan like that right now,” he groans, covering his face with a hand.
“What are you talking about, Zane, moan like what?” I’m clueless as to what he’s talking about.
He strides over to me quickly and then he’s suddenly standing right in front of me, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him. I can feel how hard he is against my stomach. He grabs my hand and places it between us, over the front of his jeans.
“This is what you do to me every time I am around you,” he answers, pushing his crotch further into my hand. I grip him automatically and begin to stroke.
He stops my movement with his own hand. “Amelia, don’t tease me, baby. After last night, all I can think about is burying my cock deep inside of you, again,” he whispers against my lips. I shiver at his words wanting him there too, but there’s something beginning to surface at the back of my mind about last night, but it’s coming in blurry images.
Right at this moment I’m not too worried about it. Releasing him, I untie the towel and drop it from my body, standing naked in front of him. His eyes skim down my body then back to my face. I don’t have a chance to go to him. He steps forward, grips my neck in his hand, pulling me to him and slams his mouth to my own.
Both my arms go around his neck, as his hands slide down my back, gripping my ass hard. His fingers massage my ass cheeks, pushing me further into him. A moan slips from my mouth into his as he lifts me up and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. He grinds his jean covered erection into my naked pussy. The friction of the denim material rubbing against my exposed flesh sends my body into overdrive.
Pulling my mouth from his, his lips shift to my neck and nip at my skin with his teeth. The sting lingers slightly, then he moves down further to the top of my breast. His hand slides between our bodies, his fingers going directly to my swollen clit and begins to rub. He doesn’t stop the onslaught as he hoists me up his body further, and then we’re moving backward and he slams my back against the wall of his bedroom. My hands move rapidly under his shirt and over his bare chest, fingers grazing over his erect nipple and I moan as he hisses when I pinch it.
My head falls back against the wall, my thighs tightening around his hips as he begins moving between them. “I need your cock inside of me, Zane.” I moan out while he pinches my clit harder. My back arches away from the wall, pushing my breasts out in front of his face. With a sly grin, he leans forward and wraps his lips around my painfully hard nipple. His teeth grip it, holding it as his tongue flicks over it with slow licks. Slow and demanding tugs on my nipple creates an un
relenting hunger which begins in my stomach and ends up at the throbbing center between my legs. The ache intensifies until his fingers shift from my throbbing clit down to my entrance where he starts swirling his fingertips. Not entering me, just teasing. I shift my body against his, wanting him inside me. He growls low in his throat, pinning me more to the wall, stopping me from moving.
“Please, Zane, it hurts,” I whimper as he continues to tease me.
“What hurts?” he asks breathing heavy against my neck.
I push my hand between us, grabbing onto his hand and pushing him deeper into me. “Here. It hurts here. I need more,” I cry out as he slams his fingers forward, hard inside of me.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet,” he moans into my neck.
My hips begin to rock against his fingers sliding in and out, his knuckles grazing the side of my thigh. I bring my fingers to my clit and begin rubbing and buck against him, as his fingers dig deeper. I clamp around his digits and moan out at the friction of his callused fingers sliding against my sensitive flesh.
“Yes,” I scream out, as he slides deeper.
I remove my fingers from my clit and frantically begin to undo his jeans. I groan as the button at the top doesn’t undo. So I go straight to his zipper and pull down and slide my hand in and wrap it around the hard length of him, gripping him tight as he slams his fingers inside of me again.
I fasten my pace over his cock as his fingers slide in and out of me. I shift my spine along the wall, as he presses his body into me even more. I can’t take it anymore; the pain inside of me is over-ruling the pleasure, and I need it gone, I need his cock inside of me now.
I dig my heels into his ass as I move against him. Pulling my hand free from inside his jeans, I shift my other hand down and undo the button, freeing his cock. His head comes up and away from my neck, his breathing coming in pants and his eyes heavy with lust. I wrap my hand around him and position him at my core.
“Now, please,” I whimper.