by Evelyn Glass
As he began to move, pushing in as deep as possible before pulling back and repeating the motion, Jess could feel her aches and pains being replaced by an ache of another kind as her passions began to roar. She pushed back into him, gasping softly at the most pleasant friction possible. Having him tell her he loved her changed their love-making at some indefinable, but very deep, level. Now there was more than just pleasure of the flesh, and she felt light and free as never before.
He slid his hands slowly up her sides as he moved to begin caressing her breasts, dragging his fingertips slowly around the prickled flesh of her nipples as he kissed her back and shoulder. She had a nasty bruise forming on her shoulder and he kissed it, feather light, wishing he could take away her discomfort. He felt her shudder and move slightly, as if twisting away from his touch.
“Am I hurting?” he asked, stilling his hands and hips.
“God, no…don’t stop,” she breathed, pushing back into him.
As he began to move again, she pulled one hand from the wall and pressed his hand harder to her breast, holding it there as she began to rock her hips in time with his motion. She could feel an orgasm trying to form, but she needed more speed and power to bring it to her. She pushed herself up from the wall, her hand still holding his to her breast, twisting her head around as she reached behind her and pulled his lips to hers. She kissed him lustily, her lip flaring with pain, but rather than pull back from the kiss, she embraced it, the pain reminding her she was alive.
Jess began to rock her hips harder as they kissed. She had kissed him harder in the past, but the kiss had to be hurting her lip, but he gave her the kiss she wanted, letting her control their love-making. He began to thrust harder, faster, fondling her breast more firmly under her hand.
“Harder,” she gasped as she broke away, wanting him to drive her into her orgasm.
She had beaten Karen, a brawler bitch if there ever was one, and she had killed Luke before he could kill her. As Scott began to thrust into her harder still, her orgasm rising within her and making her glow with erotic energy, she felt strong and powerful. She was no longer some weak waif that would let people control her. She was Jessica fucking Mitchell, and nobody was going to push her around anymore!
“Oh god!” she groaned, sagging slightly as her orgasm took her, her legs feeling weak as she was ravaged by her climax. If it weren’t for Scott gripping her tight, holding her snuggly against him, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to keep her footing.
“You okay?” he asked, the concern in his voice touching.
It took her a moment to find her voice. “Yes…oh God, yes.” She pulled away from him, taking a sharp breath as she pulled him from within her, then turned to face him. She kissed him as hard as she could stand, pulling him down into the tub. He sat down in the bottom, resting against the back with his feet against the front and his knees slightly bent. She moved over him, steering him back inside as she lowered herself onto him, their positions so like the last time they made love.
Jess placed her hands on his chest as she settled on him, her eyes bright despite the puffiness of her face and lip. He wanted to take her by the back of the head and pull her lips to his so he could kiss her hard and deep, but he let her control what they did. She began to move, slowly at first but picking up speed, thrusting herself upon him, her eyes locked on his.
Her knees where hurting already, tender from the last time she had been in this tub, so she slowed her thrusts and adjusted her position. The pressure off her knees, she began to move again, thrusting hard, rocking her hips in the way she knew he liked and felt so fucking good. She kept her eyes locked on his, the pleasure building again. After a moment she went back to her knees, needing more, moving up and down, ignoring the pain as he moved within her.
He was going to come, that much was certain, as Jess began bouncing on him like he was a trampoline, the pleasure beginning to overwhelm his control. He gritted his teeth in a silent snarl as he resolved to hang on as he pushed against his approaching release.
Jess watched Scott, his teeth bared, his nostril flaring and his eyes intense as he took her by the hips and began to thrust against her. She was building up to another orgasm and it was going to be a big one.
“Oh…fuck!” Angela shouted from the room next door, her voice clear and loud even over the sound of the shower. “Oh…goddamn…shit…fuck the shit out of me!” she wailed.
Hearing Angela coming so hard next her, Scott pushing his hips up as his back arched, pushed Jess over the edge into a raging orgasm. With a shuddering grunt she fell forward, clinging to Scott as she quivered in rapture, unable to silence her moan of pleasure.
Scott groaned, teetering on the edge orgasm, every muscle tense, until he relaxed with a long exhale as his impending release faded away. He had been so close to coming when Jess stopped thrusting, the sounds of Ed and Angela fucking their brains out next door almost pushing him over the edge. He held her as she lay against him, panting.
“I love you,” she whispered, not moving, enjoying the profound sense of closeness she felt with Scott.
“I love you, too,” he whispered back, holding her snuggly as she lay against him, one hand holding her head to his shoulder.
As she came down from her orgasm she sat up, looking into his eyes, and smiled. He returned her smile, but there was an intensity still in his eyes, and her smiled broadened slightly. “Want to go again?”
“Only if you do,” he said, willing to take one for the team this time.
“Shit…” she snarled as she struggled to her feet, her knees reminding her of their recent abuse. After a moment the pain faded and she stepped in close to Scott. No more on the floor! She backed up against the wall and offered herself to him. “I do.”
He bent down and slowly inserted himself into her again. He thought having a few moments of respite would have taken the edge off, but as his cock slid into her, he could feel his orgasm begin to spool up again. He began to move, slowly at first, but then faster and harder. He leaned into her, desperate to kiss her but not wanting to hurt her. He reached under her ass and lifted her, sliding her up the slick wet wall, leaning in harder against her as his lips found the spot on her neck that she liked so well.
She held tight as Scott drove into her in long, hard thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his ass, her arms around his shoulders and neck, as they made love in a clench, the sound of their wet bodies slapping together, the sight of water pouring off his head, the feel of his muscled body pinning her to the wall as his cock plumbed her depths, was ramping her up again. They had made love in the shower before, but it had never been like this. She began to mewl, another orgasm forming already. Being pinned to the wall by Scott, she once again thought of her battle with Karen in this very tub and how that pain was being replaced with this pleasure. She had fucking totally kicked that bitch’s ass and the feeling of power returned.
Scott began to burn in erotic torture as he started to tip into his climax. Unable to control himself he began to thrust harder, growling as he drove himself to the peak of pleasure, the orgasm once denied twisting him up with its power. With a hard barking grunt, he spilled into her as he continued to thrust hard and deep, his entire body shaking with the power of his release. And still he couldn’t stop, thrusting deep as he burned in orgasmic fire, before pulling back and thrusting in hard once more, holding himself deep, each thrust accompanied by a soft cry from pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Suddenly she tightened her grip, holding him to her, clinging to him as if she would never let him go. Finally he stopped and held her tight as he panted, never wanting to be without her touch.
As Scott began to come, she tightened her grip, straining for her own release, electrified by how he made her feel. He began to cry out softly, his sounds of pleasure pushing her ever closer to own release, until her orgasm washed over her again. She held him as he shook, warmed by her own climax while thrilling in the pleasure she gave him.
They washe
d out of their orgasms at nearly the same time, sagging into each other. They stood, the water pouring over them until Scott found the strength to move. He slowly released his hold on Jess as she lowered her legs, then stepped in close again, her lips finding his. They kissed gently, the connection growing stronger with each touch of their lips, their words of love given form.
“I love you, Jessica Mitchell,” he whispered softly, caressing her cheek with a finger, almost tingling as the word fell so easily from his lips.
“I love you, Scott Murphy,” she replied in kind, her hand coming to his face, the words wrapping her like a warm blanket and making her feel snug and secure. Nothing could touch her so long as Scott loved her. “We should go.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, though he would be content to stand her and hold her forever.
Jess turned off the water and Scott carefully patted her dry. He then dried himself and dressed, wringing his shirt out before putting it on.
They emerged from the bathroom, acting like nothing had happened, and the rest of the Angels had the decency to pretend they didn’t know what had gone one…except one.
“How was your shower? Feeling better?” Angela asked, her face and voice the picture of innocence.
Jess flushed in embarrassment despite herself. “It was fine.”
“Scott helped?” Angela pressed with a mischievous grin.
Jess looked away, knowing they had been caught out, but she refused to give in to Angela’s teasing. “Yes. My shoulder was hurting so he washed my hair. That’s why he’s wet.”
“I see,” Angela said, grinning at Scott as she sauntered over to them lazily. “That’s all?”
“That’s it,” Jess said firmly, daring Angela to contradict her.
Angela nodded once, holding Jess’s eyes with her own as she grinned. “If you say so, but Val needs to have his plumbing checked. I thought the wall was going to fall in on Ed and me just as we were finishing up.”
Jess tried to hold Angela’s gaze, but she couldn’t keep a straight face and began to giggle. “Yeah. Maybe so,” she said softly. “I’m surprised you could hear over the noise you were making.”
Angela grinned at her crookedly. “Well, like I said, we were done. I wanted to feel his touch one more time, just in case.”
Jess nodded. “Yeah…me, too,” she whispered then looked to Scott standing beside her, his arm loosely around her waist. Now that the fog of passion had been satiated, she was starting to worry about him again. He was a bit taller than average, perhaps six-foot two, and he was fit and muscular, but Val was a bear of a man. He may not be in as good a shape as Scott, but he was taller and more heavily built. She knew Scott could take care of himself; he had proven that already, but she still worried that he was overmatched.
Scott let her go. “Don’t worry. Either of you. It’s going to be okay.”
Angela nodded, but didn’t look convinced. “Just be careful. Jess needs you.”
Scott nodded. “I know,” he said as he smiled at Jess. “And I intend to be there.”
Jess nodded as his smile touched her heart. “See that you are.”
He reached down and tipped her chin up, his lips just brushing hers. “Don’t worry. I will be.”
Chapter Forty-One
He had talked a big game, trying to alleviate Jess’s fears, but if Scott were to tell the truth, he was worried. He could take care of himself, but Val was huge. As his group was marched out of the house and into the field, he was still trying to figure out how to take Val down. He had a plan, but he couldn’t figure out where to get a tank on such short notice.
“He likes to go to his left,” Ed said softly, stepping up beside Scott. “He also likes to stand off and punch.”
Scott nodded at Ed’s advice. It made sense that Val would want to use his greater reach to his advantage. But getting inside was dangerous, as well. Val may have been going soft with age, but he was still a big man and undoubtedly strong as hell.
“What do you suggest?”
“Ground and pound.”
Scott gave Ed a dramatic eye roll. “Swell. Any suggestions on how I do that?”
Ed shook his head. “No.”
“Fuck,” Scott muttered.
“And watch him. He fights dirty.”
“Yeah? Well so can I.”
“Then do it. You have a lot to live for.”
Scott nodded as they were hustled through the people standing among the bikes that were arranged facing inwards in a large circle perhaps thirty feet in diameter. As he stepped through into the center, he looked around. There was a full moon and could make out perhaps a hundred men and women that made up the crowd, with a gap separating them into two groups. As he watched, Jess, and the rest of his party, joined the group on the far side. He nodded to himself. Now he knew where he friends were.
Jason stepped out of the group on the other side. “You really fucked up, Scott. I brought you with me to Detroit and offered you a chance of a lifetime. You fucked it up and now you’re going to die.”
“I’ll deal with you later, you little prick.”
“You should be more worried about tonight. I’m going to pat you down, just in case,” Jason said as he efficiently checked him for weapons. “He’s clean,” Jason said as he stepped back into the crowd.
Val stepped into the circle. “Now you’re going to pay for what you did.”
Ed stepped out of the crowd. “I think someone should pat you down, Val. After all, this is supposed to be fair fight.”
Val stared at Ed a moment. “Jason!”
“No! Ed barked. “I’ll do it.”
Val raised his arms. “Fine. But when this is over—”
“Yeah, I know,” Ed muttered, interrupting him. He checked Val over carefully then stepped back. “He’s clean.”
Scott began removing his shirt so Val couldn’t hold him by it, not wanting to give him any advantage. The headlights on the bikes popped on and he blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the sudden glare.
Jess stepped out and took his shirt and then kissed him softly on the lips. “Beat the shit out of him…kill him if you have to,” she said softly before stepping away and disappearing into the light.
***
Jess watched as the two men began to circle each other. Val was in a slight crouch, making feints and taunting Scott with what he was going to do to her.
“Jess is going to pay, Scott. I’m going to break her so she will never defy me again, and there is nothing you can do to stop it,” Val growled as he slowly followed Scott around the circle.
She couldn’t see Scott’s eyes, but she knew they had the same deadness in them she had witnessed before when violence was imminent. Scott stood upright and tall, his fists hanging loosely at his side, wasting no energy as he waited for Val to make his move. Val rushed in and Scott danced to his left at the last second, throwing a hard right into Val’s kidneys as he passed. He grunted and grabbed his side as he turned to face Scott again.
***
Scott held himself back from rushing in to capitalize on the solid blow delivered as Val passed. He was going to have to depend on speed and endurance to wear Val down a little, and he smiled slightly as he began to back up again. A couple more solid punches like that and Val will be pissing blood for a week. He dropped his guard in a calculated ploy to goad him, still slowly backing away, looking for another opportunity to strike.
It didn’t take long. Val waded in, throwing a hard left, right combination. Scott ducked the first swing, taking the second on his shoulder as he ducked inside. The blow felt like he had been hit by a baseball bat, but he kept coming, throwing a right into Val’s stomach. He tried to follow up with a left, but Val was backing away with a whoosh of air. Scott saw the blow coming but it was too late avoid. He tried to duck under swing but wasn’t fast enough and took the punch as a glancing blow on the top of his head.
***
Jess’s heart nearly stopped when Scott when down, Val’s hard roun
dhouse punch to his head stopping him cold. Before she could react, Scott was bounding up and driving into Val like a football player. Val was a bear, but Scott took him to the ground, lifting him from his feet by the force of his impact, the two men tumbling over each other in a tangle of arms and legs. Scott was first to his feet again, turning toward Val and kicking him savagely in the stomach as he tried to rise. Val jerked his arm down at the last moment, blocking the brunt of the kick, but the force knocked him back to down to his knees. Scott waded in, taking Val in a headlock, and threw a left into his face. He was pulling back his bloody hand for another blow when Val roared like an enraged elephant, gabbing Scott by a leg and lifting him as he rose.
***
The moment Val grabbed him around the leg Scott knew he was in trouble and he tried to throw another punch to Val’s face to stop him, but his feet left the ground just as he threw the punch. He connected with something, but the punch was weak. Val lifted him like a child but he was overbalanced, and they crashed back to the hard Michigan soil. Try as he might, Scott couldn’t hold the headlock when he hit the ground, his air escaping from his lungs in an explosive rush. He forced himself to move, knowing that if he didn’t get up, Val would tear him apart.