by Nicole Fox
She groaned and arched her back into my hand, pushing herself into my palm. She bit my lower lip, groaning again as her tongue dove into my mouth.
We ground against each other, our hands wandering over one another's body. I may have seen her naked before tonight, but I'd only allowed myself to real feel her ass, to feel her sex. The rest of her was still so new, so exciting.
Just as things were getting good, though, and we were on the verge of doing something more than a little heavy petting, she pulled her lips away from mine. “So,” she asked, looking up into my eyes as she paused and bit her lower lip, “you ready to fuck me like you own me, Boss?”
Then, I realized what had happened. She'd been timid at first when I'd made my move, but then she'd slipped into her old “stage persona.” I'd seen it happen out there at the truck stop. She could do it in the blink of an eye, giving a guy exactly what she thought they wanted. I grumbled and pulled back a little. But, one problem, that hadn't been what I wanted to hear. If anything, it was the exact opposite.
“What?” she asked, a confused look passing over her face.
I shook my head. “Nothing,” I said. “Let's just go home. I don't want you this way. I'm sorry, Jace.”
Her eyes went wide like I'd slapped her across the face. She opened her mouth and went to say something, but instead looked away, averting her gaze down to the floor. “Fine,” she said and pressed her lips together till they made a thin line from the cute cupid's bow that was so kissably soft. “I get it.”
I went around and grabbed my vest and coat. “Meet me downstairs.”
I left her in my office, her face still downcast, her eyes still avoiding me. I stopped by the room we'd put Benji in with the Doc, checked up on her to make sure she was sleeping fine, then grabbed the keys to one of the spare cars from the rec room and headed down to the back parking lot.
I would have loved to ride my bike home, but the little riderless trip I'd sent it on into the side of the road hadn't exactly been healthy for it. Now I was stuck with four wheels instead of two, at least until I got home.
Jace met me down at the back door of the club. Things were in full swing in the front of the house, with the sound of beer bottles and shot glass hitting the bar, and the music pulsing and blaring.
Without a word, I pushed the crossbar on the back exit and headed out to one of the spare cars we kept on hand. Jace trailed behind me, her feet practically dragging with each step.
I beep-booped the car and unlocked it, then climbed in on the driver side. She got in on the passenger side, still quiet, and I started the car up. I pulled out of the lot and headed home. Silence hung in the air like a bad stench you couldn't get out no matter how much you cleaned, thick and clingy that seemed to invade every part of your body.
“Look,” she said finally as we drew closer to home, “I'm sorry. I know I'm damaged goods, and a man like you doesn't want a girl like that.”
My heart sunk.
It wasn't like that at all.
Chapter Thirteen
Koen
My head jumbled and mixed up. I didn't say anything as we sped home the rest of the way.
She thought that was the way she needed to be, and she thought I didn't want her because of that.
I pulled the car into the driveway and got out without saying a word. I went over and keyed my pass code into the keypad on the side of the garage and pulled it up, revealing my spare bike and my blacker-than-midnight 1969 Camaro SS.
I looked back at Jace, who was still sitting in the passenger seat of the crappy loaner I'd had to bring home. She was just staring out the window, barely moving. If I'd passed by her in a department store, I would have thought she was a mannequin at first glance, as she unflichingly gazed out of the window.
It was like my insides were cut up with razors and switchblades, leaving my soul in ribbons and tatters. She thought I'd rejected her because she was some dirty slut, some piece of discarded trash I wouldn't dare to touch.
That couldn't have been farther from the truth.
At the same time, though, I was just pissed. Pissed that she'd think that about me, after she'd seen my life, the company I kept, the way that I'd spanked her bare ass in the dining room when I was punishing her. I wasn't exactly a saint here, and I was hurt and angry she'd misjudged me so much.
I couldn't just tell her she was wrong, that I did actually want her. She'd never believe me.
But, there was something I could do.
I marched over to the passenger side door and violently threw it open.
“What?” she asked, recoiling a little.
I reached in, grabbed her by the wrist, and yanked her out of the car.
“What are you-”
“No talking,” I said as I dragged her behind me and slammed my hand down on the garage door opener to set it on its downward trajectory.
“Koen-”
“I said no talking.” I pulled her over to my Camaro and turned back to grab her.
“Koen, I-”
I pulled her into me with one arm wrapped around her waist.
She tensed for a moment as I crushed her lips with mine, kissing her viciously. She was all peaches, still, sweet and sticky. I hadn't kissed a girl with lip gloss on in years, and after this second time I realized how strange that was.
I reached down, grabbed her ass with one hand, covering a petite cheek entirely, pulled her into me.
She moaned into my mouth and I took the opportunity to taste her again, pushed my tongue into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around mine, exploring my mouth like she wasn't just doing it for an extra twenty.
I growled and spun us around, pushed her back onto the hood of the Camaro.
She bit my lower lip as we both reached down for the snaps on the other person's jeans, our hands a rushed tangle as we tried to undress one another.
I could tell from how eager she was, this was gonna be one Hell of a night.
# # #
Jace
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice low and rough, as our lips parted and he went for the side of my neck.
“What does it look like?” he asked as he began to shimmy the jeans down my hips, then returned to my neck. I never knew the feel of sandpapery stubble could be so wonderful, and my nose was full of cedar and manly musky, he lightly bit my neck and reached a hand up beneath my tank top. He ran a big paw of a hand over my stomach, sending flutters through my body and making me catch my breath.
With his belt unbuckled and jeans unfastened, I pushed his pants down around his hips. I slipped a slender hand inside the front of his underwear and grabbed hold of his already-hard cock. And, God, what a cock it was. Not too small, not too big. Cut, perfect, and just as excited to be held as I was to hold it.
One thing was for sure, this wasn't a pity fuck. Koen was the kind of man who took what he wanted, and he wanted me tonight. And, for what felt like the first time in a long time, I wanted him right back. It had been so long since I hadn't just used my body to pay rent, it was hard to remember what it had been like to sleep with someone because I wanted to. I still didn't know why he'd stopped back in his office, but I was sure of one thing: he was as excited about this as I was.
“You do want this, don't you?” I whispered as I stroked him, groaning as he bit me again and ran his tongue over my flesh. I rubbed my thumb over the head, sending a little, almost imperceptible spasm of pleasure through his body.
He pulled my lips back to his, kissing me deeply, biting my lip. He groaned into my mouth as my thumb kept circling his head, as I smeared his precum over it and slid my other hand beneath his shirt and over his abs.
I wanted him, and I wanted him bad. It didn't matter if it was on the hood of his car, or in bed upstairs. I needed to feel him inside me, needed to feel his hand on me as I came all over that hard cock of his. As we made out, I kicked my shoes off and lifted myself off the hood of the car to get my jeans off.
He grabbed a pant leg, pulled them o
ff me, his hands working as frantically as his heavy breathing. Now I was just wearing a black thong, and the barest strips of cloth were all that separated us.
I tugged his underwear down the rest of the way, sucked in a breath as I saw him for the first time. “I'd felt it,” I said. “But I didn't believe how perfect it would be.” I wrapped my long fingers around his cock again and began to stroke him.
I was drenched, positively wetter and dripping more than I'd ever been in my life. I needed this, needed to feel him between my legs, needed to feel him slamming into me, pressing his weight onto me.
He pushed back between my legs, spreading them with his bare hips. His cock rubbed across the front of my satiny panties, sending another thrill through me. Almost there!
He put an arm behind me, grabbed my long hair and yanked my head back, almost painfully. “Hope you still want it rough,” Koen growled as he attacked my neck again.
Fuck yes, I did. I wanted to feel like I was the only thing that mattered in the world, like he owned me because he'd taken me. I closed my eyes, relishing the way his hand felt in my hair, the way I couldn't move even if I'd wanted to. “Please, God, yes, just fuck me like you mean it,” I panted, struggling a little against his wonderfully tight grip. “I need to feel you inside me, Koen. Please, please, please.”
He reached down between us and shoved my panties aside. He stroked two fingers up and down my slit, stopping at my clit to play with it.
Pleasure consumed me like a bonfire, its blazing heat subsuming everything. I craved having him inside me like a dying man needed water in the desert. “No, Koen, no teasing,” I moaned, my voice ragged from the way he held my head back. I reached down between us and grabbed him, his soft-hard heat feeling so right in my hand as I began to lightly stroke him. “Please don't tease me this time, you fucker. Either fuck me or throw me aside. I can handle either one.”
He thrust forward, passing through the palm of my hand and he guided himself into my drenched pussy. His head parted my lips like it was nothing, and I could feel him begin to fill me with his thick length. He went all the way down to the hilt, and I arched my back a little as the pleasure seemed to radiate throughout my whole body. He drew back out, and I had to bite my lip to scream at the loss between my legs. Soon, though, he was sliding back in to fill the void.
I'd never needed a cock so badly in my life. I lifted my hips up to meet his first, full stroke. “Oh fuck,” I groaned as I strained against his hand wrapped in my hair, “you feel so good inside me.”
He kissed my bared neck, bit me again, as he slid deeper into me, my body stretching to accommodate him wonderfully as he slowly stroked in and out.
I lifted my legs and locked them together at his lower back, urging him to go deeper. “Don't stop,” I said, my eyes tightly shut as he began to speed up. “Fuck me ragged, Koen. Show me I'm yours.”
His cock was like nothing I'd ever experienced. He’d been made just for me, and the way he filled me was intoxicating. It was like we'd finally grabbed hold of something worth holding onto, for once in our lives, and we weren't ever going to let go.
He pulled my lips back to his, sucked my tongue into his mouth, and really started to lay into me.
I thrust back into him, grinding my clit on the base of his cock every time he bottomed out in me. I nearly screamed into his mouth and begged with my hips for more. Please, just a little more.
He drove harder into me, pulled my hair tighter as his free hand came up and wrapped around my throat. He bit my lip and groaned as he kept fucking me on the hood of his muscle car. He tightened his hand around my throat, letting me know who I belonged to.
It was so deliciously dirty and rough. I knew he could crush me in a heartbeat, but he wouldn't. He couldn't. Not me, not ever. But just the idea of having this strong, beastly man having this kind of hold over me was too much. I groaned between my pants as I felt my first orgasm coming. It wouldn't be much longer, not at all with the way he was fucking me, the way he was owning me.
He slammed harder into me, and I met each thrust. He let go of my throat and pulled my low cut tank top down and in front, tearing the thin cloth till one of my tits was exposed to the air. He dipped his head down low, sucked one of my hard nipples into his mouth.
I leaned back, basking in the sensations, the pleasure of having his lips wrapped around me, of his tongue flicking at my hard nipple. Just the idea of having this man literally ripping my clothes off to get at me, just so he could taste every part of my body was so wonderful. I arched my back and pushed my breasts out, forcing more into his mouth. He groaned and sucked harder as I felt the orgasmic wave about to crest inside me.
Each thrust came harder and faster, sending my whole body shaking and convulsing with pleasure. He pulled my lips back to his and tweaked a wet, sensitive nipple with his free hand.
I cried out into his mouth, my whole body trembling and spasming as I felt myself latch onto his hard cock. I pulled him in tighter with my legs, locking my ankles at his lower back so he couldn't get away. I had to have him inside as I came, had to that long length of manhood filling me, and his strong arms holding me tight. I pulled back my lips, crying out again. “Oh, Koen, oh fuck. God, you feel amazing.”
He let go of my hair for the first time and crushed my lips with his again, his hands now tenderly cradling my face. His whole body went rigid beneath mine, and I swear I could feel him growing inside me. He was close, too, and his hips sped up as we ground against each other beneath the glaring overhead light.
“Oh Jace,” he groaned as he began to unload in me, filling me up.
At the first drop of his orgasm inside me, I felt my whole body release like I'd had a dam holding back everything. I nearly screamed as my world darkened around the edges, just like earlier tonight. I tensed up, then went slack, shaking as ecstasy filled my body. If pleasure was a liquid, I would have been filled to the brim with it, my whole body desperately trying to contain it all.
We clung to each other, our arms entangled around one another's sweat drenched bodies, holding each other close as we desperately moaned out our orgasms together. He leaned down and kissed me again, and our tongues swirled around one another as we began to come down from our raucous high.
He pulled me into his arms, my whole body slack and exhausted, and I could feel a tremor shake him.
“Fuck . . . I mean . . .” he said, his voice dry and breathless as he looked into my eyes.
“Yeah,” I agreed in a croaking voice as I returned that twinkling gaze of his. “Just . . . wow.”
We kissed again, this time more wetly, more intensely. It wasn't a kiss like we were just fucking on the hood of a car, but instead one like we were actual lovers who'd just shared a moment together. It was soft, tender, intimate. Somehow, even more intimate than what we'd just done.
“Think I need a beer,” I whispered.
“Pretty sure I need one, too,” he replied.
Chapter Fourteen
Jace
When I awoke the next morning, I found myself glancing up to check the top of Koen's dresser for the cash he must have left. I reminded myself that I wasn't in that line of work anymore. Instead, I closed my eyes and snuggled into his broad, warm chest, just listening to his deep, soothing breaths and the thumping of his heart.
I still felt amazing and so wonderfully sore from the night before. The way Koen had filled me, and held me afterward instead of just paying. It felt like it was close to, I don't know, acceptance. Like I had a shot at a somewhat normal life, had a chance at a healthy relationship that wasn't just with some John or some pimp.
I nuzzled into him and kissed his warm, tan skin. I may have even sighed.
I could get used to this, I realized. I could see myself living a life like this, with a man like Koen. So what if the sex was rough? I liked it that way. And maybe he was egotistical and a little possessive of me. But, what girl didn't want her man to be confident, or to really want her?
My eyes slow
ly closed again as I relaxed into him and his nice, warm, comfy bed. It occurred to me how infrequently I'd slept in a bed with a man. I mean, not a hotel bed or anything.
I could find happiness with Koen, I realized as I began to drift off. I could give up this stupid vengeance dream I had about Aleksey, just throw in the towel and call it quits.
But, then I'd be giving up on the memory of Tomlin, wouldn't I? He'd be just some poor dead kid in the big city, murdered in the bathroom of a nice hotel somewhere downtown. I couldn't do that, not to him. He was my baby brother, my only family left. Now he was gone, and someone needed to pay.
Besides, what I was feeling wasn't love. I knew that. It was just lust, the product of a thousand different chemicals in my body swilling together into some heady brew that was sending me off into La La Land about a man.