Gun Totin' Annie

by MariaLisa deMora

  She was right; this pain ran deep for him. Pain she’d raked to the surface with a stupid question.

  “Fuck,” she whispered. “Sorry, man. Didn’t know.”

  “Yeah, well, now you do.” He snapped the words, turning to the refrigerator. “Water,” he said, twisting to toss her a bottle. The easy feeling was gone, splintered by her misstep and she found herself wanting it back.

  Annie paused a minute, considering how to repair things. Club, she thought. It always comes back to club. She asked, “Did you tell Slate what was going down?” He nodded, opening the beer he had taken for himself. “He still want to chat?” Domino nodded again, lifting the beer to his lips. She watched as he drank from the bottle, his throat working to swallow, the tip of his tongue sweeping out across his bottom lip when he lowered the beer. God, he’s sexy without even trying, she thought. Wears it like a comfortable suit he knows looks good on him, but he’s been in it so long he forgets how pretty it is. Lost in the sensual beauty of the man in front of her, banking these tantalizing feelings to pull out and examine later, she nearly missed the corners of his lips tipping up.

  Scowling because he’d caught her looking, she turned and opened her water, taking a drink before she glanced back up at him. The humor had fled his face, a considering expression setting in its place. His head tipped slightly sideways; he was looking at her, and she felt the weight of his gaze as he swept it up and down her frame. Annie knew exactly what he saw and inwardly she scoffed at the heated look in his eyes. Thick thighs, too much ass, not enough boobs. She had been ready for him to complain about her weight when she climbed on his bike, but he hadn’t done that. What he had done was handle the bike well, even with the additional burden, not letting on that it dogged in the curves or sat top heavy at the stops.

  Coates had been the yin to her yang, the tall, perfectly proportioned beauty that no one expected to kick ass, but totally could. They were evenly matched on that part, at least. Her chest gave one more silent hitch. Then another faltering hitch, not quite as silent. Fuck.

  He must have seen it coming because he was at her side almost before the first sob tore through the air. Cupping a palm to the back of her head, he wrapped his other arm around her, holding her close for long minutes as she sobbed, letting her use him as support when her legs wobbled. Once more, as the emotion within her began to ebb, she wrapped herself around him. This time, he was ready for her, tipping her chin up with his fingers and capturing her mouth. Yes. God, yes, she thought and opened for him. “I’m alive,” she whispered, feeling him tense underneath her hands. “Make me feel alive.”

  “I got you,” he told her, his voice soft and low. “I can do that, baby.”

  His mouth worked against hers, twisting her up again and again; his hands slipping slowly down her back to cup her ass, pulling her belly tight against him. “God, Annie,” he groaned against her lips. Surging up onto her toes, she firmly pressed her mouth to his, sweeping against his tongue with her own, dragging a low groan from him. Her hands moved, curling around his shoulders and down his arms, sliding across his ribs to curve up his back, fingers dragging at his shirt. Lifting and pushing, she felt desperate to reach skin, and she cried out when she lost his hands; nearly lost control until she realized he was reaching for his collar, pulling the material over his head and out of the way, giving her access to all that was him. Yes. God, yes.

  Hands back to her ass, he tensed, and she squealed in surprise when he picked her up, lifting her so her legs hooked on his hips, ankles locking around his back. Never carried like this before, she found it far more comfortable than she could have imagined, and after a moment, she settled in, relaxed, pleased at the newfound access to him. Forearms to his shoulders, Annie pushed her fingers into his hair, finding it soft and as thick as it looked. More of that exquisite to bank for later. Pulling his face towards hers again, with no height difference she was able to kiss him as she wanted. Keeping things soft and playful, she gently toyed with his mouth. She dragged her lips across his and nipped her way up his bottom lip. Sucking on it and then pressing against him open mouthed, she realized the whining sound she heard came from her when his tongue teased and chased, fighting and giving way. Hops and yeast sweet from his mouth.

  “Fuck, baby,” Domino growled, and she smiled, eyes closed, lips still pressed to his, teeth nipping his bottom lip. “You got a mouth on you.”

  “Ain’t that normally a bad thing?” she asked teasingly, knowing what he meant, but she also asked it with her lips brushing his, taking in his breath as she spoke.

  “Your mouth, fucking sweet.” His growl rolled thickly through the room, and she smiled before she kissed him again. She was not aware they were moving through his house until she felt the world tilting, shifting around her and frightened, she clutched at him. “Bed, baby,” he muttered, taking two short steps on his knees across the mattress, moving them towards the middle before he dropped back onto his heels, kneeling with her straddling his hips.

  “Jesus,” he muttered as she dragged her nails across the skin of his back, tilting her head to kiss him hard again. “Fucking hungry mouth.” His lips trailed across her cheek to the edge of her jaw, his tongue painting a hot path as he moved his mouth to her neck, pushing her shirt aside as he went. “Off, baby.” He lifted his head, heated gaze raking over her. “Take it off. Wanna see you.”

  Reluctantly, she lifted her hands from him, plucking at the hem of her shirt and lifting it, hearing the hiss of air as he sucked in a hard breath when she exposed skin. She drew it over her head, tossing the fabric to one side as she settled her hair in place with a shake. He reached out, trailing his palms over her shoulders and across her collarbones, tracing each angle with distracting, featherlight touches.

  Frantic now, shaking fingers to the buttons on her jeans, without looking up, she rapidly worked them loose and then her hands were back on him, jerking the tail of his belt free from the loops of his jeans. Pulling it from the buckle, she unfastened his pants and worked at his zipper, carefully tugging it down, feeling the heat from his erection skimming against the back of her hand as she protected him from the metal teeth.

  “Jesus, baby.” This came on a growl as she drew her hand back up and out, pressing against the length of him as she went.

  “Condoms?” she asked breathlessly, and he grunted in response, telling her, “Pocket” as he reached behind him. Then his mouth was on her neck, hands on her breasts, lifting them free of the material of her bra, fingers meeting thumb on each nipple and rolling until she whimpered, her mouth open against his skin. Arching her back, she pressed into the firmness of his touch, raking her teeth across the muscles of his shoulder.

  Annie shifted in his arms as he lifted her up and away from him, and she leaned far backwards over his arm and onto the mattress. He hovered over her, lowering her slowly and following her down with his mouth, kissing her softly. Then his hands worked at her pants, drawing them down and off her legs, taking her panties with them. He rocked back on his heels, sitting up and looking down at her, naked but for the shelf of her bra holding her titties up like an offering. “Annie,” he said softly, trailing the backs of his hands down her sides and over the roundness of her hips. “So fucking beautiful.”

  Domino moved between her legs, running his hands up the insides of her calves then back down to her ankles. Trailing his fingertips across the arch of her feet, then along the sensitive underside of her toes, he brought a soft giggle to the surface that made him flash a smile before regaining his serious expression.

  Flattening his palms against her legs, he pushed outward, shuffling forward on his knees until he could lift her ass to his lap. Hands slid along her skin, exploring, and she felt the first touch of his fingers on the lips of her pussy. Gently tugging and pulling, separating them to run the bent knuckle of one finger over her opening, making her clench down on needy emptiness.

  “Damn, you’re wet, baby,” he muttered, and she saw his eyes were sharply focused
between her legs, absorbed in watching as he touched and caressed her. Her breath stuck in her throat when he slipped one finger inside and drew it out slowly, dragging and teasing. A playful touch, but it lent a sensation of being filled, something she wanted with frantic desire. Exquisite. He found slick wetness and brought it up in a swipe across her clit before taking it down to trail around the rim of her asshole, edging and teasing, only then did he thread his way back inside her. More.

  Pushing deep, he rocked and twisted his hand, drawing out and then sliding in his thick middle finger. He rotated his hand again, grazing across her clit with his thumb, meeting her gasp with a soft hum. In and out, rocking and twisting, he fingerfucked her slowly while her hips moved with and against him.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said, gaze flicking up to her breasts, then to her face, and she watched as he bit down on his bottom lip. That simple gesture of him trying to retain control was as hot to her as his kisses, wringing more from her. Whimpers and wetness, all of it his. “Find it, sweetheart. Show me.”

  Then he pulled out, leaving her empty and aching for a moment before replacing the need with two fingers, thrusting deep and holding there as she felt them move inside her. Exquisite. Thumb to her clit again, pressing hard, his eyes were on her face as he encouraged her. “Yeah, I see it. You’re nearly on it now, want it for you. Come on, Annie, give this to me, baby.”

  Thumb moving faster, his hand shifted and his arm went with it, pushing back and forth, faster and deeper, the teasing brush of his forearm against her inner thigh, muscles tensing with the movement. His other hand reached up to cup her breast, but his eyes never left her face.

  She cut her gaze down and saw his cock rising from the open front of his jeans, engorged head mushroomed out, the rim pebbled and defined, a wet trail slickening the side with hot liquid. His stomach moved with each harsh breath, and his cock jumped, jerking and slapping against his belly and with that vision, she came. Eyes closed tightly, teeth clenched against sounds that wanted to pour from her mouth, her body jolted with the pleasure running rampant through her.

  “Yeah, baby. God, yeah. Feel it, sweetheart.” The words came as if from far away when the orgasm lifted her, fireworks exploding, his voice cocooning her as shivers rolled and swelled, her hips surging up against the pressure of his hand and fingers, and then falling away. She heard a high, keening cry, cut off when he took her mouth brutally, pressing a bruising kiss against her lips before he pulled back and then, breathing hard, voice hoarse he murmured, “Jesus, baby. Fucking firecracker. Love that, loved watching. You get off like that every time, I’ll take every front row seat at the show, baby. Always. Jesus.”

  Her hands had come to rest on his back, palms flattened to his shoulder blades, holding him to her as if he embodied safety at this moment. “Inside, Domino, please.” She pushed at him, sliding her hands between their bodies so she could shove at his pants, forcing them down and over his ass, feeling the heat and weight of his freed cock lying thick and hard on her hip. “Please.”

  He had stilled, and when he didn’t move, even after she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked root to tip, she heaved her head back into the mattress so she could see his face. “What is it?” She’d come for him, wanted him, knew he liked what he saw because he was hard as a rock, so what was holding him back?

  “Annie,” he whispered, lifting a hand to cup her cheek. “My name is Nathan. Call me Nathan.” Leaning in he kissed her tenderly, pulling back to look into her eyes again, stroking across her lips with the pad of his thumb. “Nathan. Wanna hear my name in this bed tonight.”

  “Kathleen,” she responded without thinking, immediately seeing warmth in his eyes. “My name. Kathleen. Kat. Call me Kat, Nathan. Let’s be real tonight. I like the thought of that. I wanna be real and alive. Make me feel alive.”

  Eyes open wide for a moment, they then sank closed as he shifted and tucked his face into her neck, settling his hips between her thighs. She felt his dick swipe across her opening. Then his hand was there, working between them for a moment before it went away. The tip of his cock swiped across her again, riding up to rub against her clit, teasing that sensitive flesh from the hood where it had retreated after she came on his fingers. Pushing and rubbing, his cockhead slipped down to circle the entrance to her pussy, playfully dipping inside before pulling back again. His movements intended to tease and frustrate were working according to whatever plan he had in his head, and Annie found every second that slipped past without him inside her only ratcheted up her need.

  “Oh, please,” she whimpered, arching her back and reaching up with her hips again, chasing his cock. “Nathan,” she whispered, and he stilled as he had before when she called his club name. But this was not a retreat as that had been. This was controlled stillness. “Please, baby.” Her mouth worked across his neck, tongue flicking along his skin as she trailed soft kisses mixed with the bite of her teeth. “Please.”

  “Jesus, that fucking mouth.” He ground the words out and then stroked into her. Nothing tentative about his movement, he filled her to the root on the first glide inside, grinding deep before he drew back out. Slowly and steadily, he advanced and retreated, connecting them hard then playing it soft when he pulled out.

  “Kat, God. Katie. My Katie Kat.” Numbness gone, she was feeling everything, and this everything was good. So good. The silken friction inside her as the head of his cock pushed and dragged. More exquisite. More to hold close. More to remember.

  “Harder,” she panted in his ear, her tongue darting out to circle his earlobe before she sucked it into her mouth and bit down gently. “Please. Make me feel.”

  Her breasts flattened underneath the weight of his torso, chest pressed into her while his hands roamed her body. His mouth floated along the side of her neck, across her shoulder then back. She turned her head and offered her lips, and he took them, kissing her hard in between gasps for breath. Wet, and deep, and long, he kissed her. The muscles in his back and ass played just under his skin, rippling with every movement. She loved it, loved the way he felt as her fingertips traced along the edges of those taut muscles, feeling him working at fucking her.

  With a grunt, he shoved his knees farther apart, pushing her wide open and then his hand hooked behind her knee, tugging and she moved at his wordless demand, wrapping her calf around his ass, feeling him sinking deeper inside with every stroke. Each plunge came with a sound, a grunt, a groan, a whispered exhalation of her name, and everything he did built the swell inside her again. Her real name was both soothing and shocking, something she hardly heard anymore, but liked it from this man. Nathan.

  With his name in her mind, she spoke again, calling to him. “Nathan, baby, I’m close.”

  “Yeah,” he ground out. “Come for me, sweetheart. My Katie Kat, give me what I want. Show me it’s good.” He put a forearm on the mattress, lifting himself off her slightly and with that, she was able to move like her body wanted and she was off, chasing the sensations that sizzled inside her, deep in her belly.

  He slipped one hand along her side, pulling her bra more out of the way so he could lift her breast in his palm. He rolled the weight of it across his fingers, tweaked the nipple again with a sharp pinch that made her squirm underneath him. Then his hand moved again, palm sliding down her belly until he rested three fingers on top of her clit. His grunted question of, “You there, baby?” went unanswered, because the moment he pushed and pressed, slipping those calloused fingertips side to side across her rigid clit, she came. Coming so hard she thought her back wouldn’t stop arching, shoulders bowing into the bed as he strummed fast, playing her sweetly through her climax. Another thing he wasn’t afraid to do, not tentative about in the least, touching her, building it and bringing her there. Handling her like he’d been doing it for years, knowing she wouldn’t break under his touch, knowing how she needed it tonight.

  Then he stiffened and his head reared back, that arm in the bed became two as she lost his hand, bu
t his hips pushed deep, hard jerks shoving him deeper with every spasm. “Fuck, Katie,” he growled between gritted teeth. Then, still buried deep inside her, head dropped down and back bowed, his forehead rested on her chest between her breasts, sweaty hair sticking to his face.

  He sucked in fast breaths for a few seconds and then rocked his face back and forth and with that, she giggled, mouth closed, lips turned up. Without lifting his head, he asked, “What?” Then he rolled his face across her skin again, pulling another fast, but still-muffled giggle from her. “What?” he asked again, this time lifting his head so he could see her face.

  “You wiped your sweat on me.”

  “I didn’t,” he said, but the grin on his face told a different story, and she giggled again, no longer trying to hide her amusement. Coates would have liked him. A man not afraid to have his lover laugh in bed was a rare thing, and Coates loved to laugh.

  She felt the smile on her face dying, and he must have seen it, which shouldn’t surprise her. First, because they were literally sharing air, their faces were that close. Second, because since he came into that motel room, he had seen everything to do with her. Every emotion that she would have preferred to keep hidden, he had dug around until he dragged it out so he could see it, examine it, see where it fit into things. “Katie Kat,” he said softly, and she jolted because that wasn’t her. She was Annie.

  “Annie,” she told him softly, taking back her name, gently stripping that from him as he had taken her façade of hard. The frown that hit his face wasn’t a shock, but she wasn’t ready for what came next. He buried his face into her neck, lips trailing across her skin as he pushed his hips forward, half-hard cock sliding deliciously inside her and she moaned softly, deep in her throat.

  “Katie Kat,” he whispered, lips pulling goose bumps as they moved across her, his breath ghosting against her skin, persistently taking it back. “My Katie Kat.” Before she could gather her arguments to deny him ownership of a part of her that few people knew, a hammering came from the front of the house. “What the fuck,” he gritted, his arms tensing around her as the hammering came again, this time accompanied by muffled shouts. “Jesus.”