by D. Kelly
“You want another drink, buddy?” the bartender asked.
I dragged my gaze from her ass and answered him. “Just keep ‘em coming.” I retrieved some cash from my wallet and placed it on the bar. “Keep hers coming too, until that runs out.”
She surprised the hell out of me by only taking a couple of minutes. I raised my brow at her while she settled herself back on the stool. “That was quick.”
Reaching for her drink, she said, “I did what I needed to do. Besides, I needed this drink so there was no time to waste.” Her words had barely left her lips when she sculled her drink.
“I’ve never known a woman who didn’t fuck about when they went to the ladies.”
She placed her drink on the bar and slid it towards the bartender who nodded and began making her another. “Yeah, well today I couldn’t give a shit about my hair or makeup. And that’s saying something because if you knew me, you’d know I normally spend hours on those. You know what, though? Today I realised what complete asses some people can be, and I just want to sit here and stew in my own misery.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “And drink. I want to fucking drink until I can’t remember his fucking name. And then tomorrow I might go around to his place and trash it and fuck his car up. That’ll serve the asshole right.” Again, she paused and then her face lit up and a wicked grin crossed it. “Fuck, and then I’ll send my brother over to finish the prick off. He won’t know what fucking hit him.” She raised her glass at me. “Cheers!” She lifted the glass to her lips and grinned at me before throwing another drink back.
I returned her smile. “Remind me to never piss you off.” Her hostility towards whoever had screwed her over turned me on. I wanted to help her fuck the asshole up. “What did he do?”
A frustrated sigh escaped her lips, and she ran a hand through her long hair. “What they all do; he cheated on me.” She leant forward and pinned me with a hard stare. “Do all men cheat? Is it like an impulse they can’t control or something, because I gotta tell you, just about every guy I’ve dated has cheated on me.”
“You’re dating the wrong men, darlin’. I’ve never cheated, and never contemplated it. Sure, I don’t miss a beautiful woman when she walks past, but my dick stays firmly where it belongs.”
She assessed me for a few moments before leaning back away from me. “I actually believe you because there’s no reason for you to lie to me. But you’re fucking hot so I’m kinda struggling to believe women don’t throw themselves at you.”
“Just because a woman is up for it doesn’t mean a man has to go there.”
“Out of all the relationships I’ve had, I think only three of them didn’t cheat on me.”
“Like I said, you need to look for different men.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m swearing off men for awhile.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the dirty thoughts running through my head at her declaration. Fuck, she’d managed to pull me from my foul mood; something not many people could do. “You gonna try pussy for awhile, darlin’?”
Another drink had been placed in front of her and she was just taking a sip when I asked her that question. She almost spat it out. “Who’s to say I haven’t already tried it?” She shifted on her stool so she was facing me, and levelled a sexy grin on me, waiting for my comeback.
This conversation was just warming up and my day was taking a turn for the better. I hadn’t flirted with a woman in a long time; it was almost like the art of it was dying. The women I met simply threw themselves at me; there was no challenge anymore and I fucking missed it, missed the chase. I let my gaze drop to her lap and then slowly lifted it back up to her eyes before saying, “Nothing like the taste of a woman on your tongue is there?”
She didn’t miss a beat. “The only thing better is a man’s cum sliding down your throat while you’re lips are wrapped around his cock and you’re holding his balls in your hand.”
Jesus Fuck. She was a dirty bitch and my dick ached for that mouth of hers. I leant towards her, our faces close. Tracing her lips with my finger, I murmured, “Anytime you want to wrap these lips around my cock, you just say the word.”
She stared at me for a couple of moments in a trancelike state before finally smiling lazily and reminding me, “I’ve sworn off cock, remember?”
I laughed, and drank some of my scotch. “I remember, darlin’, but I’m not suggesting a long term thing here. I only want your mouth for one night.”
She raised her glass in the air before taking a sip of it and saying, “The night is young, Romeo. I’m not easy though; you want me, you have to work for me.”
“The name’s Havoc,” I informed her as the thrill of the chase kicked in at her words. If she wanted me to work for it, I was gonna fucking work her hard once I got it.
Frowning, she muttered, “You bikers have weird names sometimes. Where did you get that one from?”
Dark images flooded my mind; shit she didn’t need to know about and shit I didn’t want to think about. “Not going there with you,” I rumbled.
She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” As the words left her mouth, someone pressed play on the jukebox in the corner and she turned to the sound of the music. “What the hell is this?” she asked, clearly perturbed at the choice.
“That is classic music. You don’t like the Eagles?”
Turning back to me, she answered, “I could do without them.” She jumped off her stool and muttered something about checking out what other music was on the jukebox as she stalked across the room towards it.
I watched her ass again and enjoyed the feeling of anticipation running through me. She would be mine tonight, and that pretty little mouth of hers would be sucking my dick while her hands worked their magic on my balls. No fucking way was she getting away with teasing me like that.
She spent some time at the jukebox and when the Eagles finished, she selected a song and then made her way back to me. I didn’t know the song, but I didn’t care. My attention was on her tits now. Even though they weren’t the handful I usually preferred, they were still tits and a man will take what he can get. And fuck, I wasn’t complaining tonight; between her ass, and her dirty mouth, I could care less how big her tits were.
Once she was settled back on her stool, I asked, “Do you always leave your bag with complete strangers?”
“No, but there’s something about you, Havoc. Something I think I can trust.”
“Jesus, woman, you give your trust too fuckin’ easily.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t trust you? Cause I gotta admit, I don’t fuck men that I don’t trust.”
She was playing with me now, and fuck if I didn’t like it. “Baby, you can trust me with your pussy; I know how to take care of that real well.” I watched her closely, noting the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing picked up. She was turned on just as much as I was.
Her mouth parted slightly, and her tongue swept across her bottom lip before she bit it. When she spoke, her voice was low and huskier than before, and my gut tightened with want and the need to get inside her. “I bet you’ve got mad skills with that dirty mouth of yours but I’m not sure about your cock yet. Is it as talented as your mouth?”
I grabbed her hand and guided it to my crotch. Pressing it against the bulge there, I growled, “My dick will worship your pussy in ways you’ve never even imagined, darlin’.”
She ran her hand over me, and moved her face to mine so that our lips were centimetres apart. “I said you’d have to work for it, but I think I’ve changed my mind. I’m ready to sample this cock of yours, Havoc.”
I resisted the urge to throw her over my shoulder and leave straight away. Instead, I kept my movements and voice controlled. “You sure about that? Once we leave here, I’m not letting you go, so be clear on what you want.”
As she continued to tease my dick, she reached for her bag with her free hand, and breathed out, “I’ve never been more sure of a man. Sexy as sin, dirty mouth an
d a dick to die for; what else could a girl want?”
Feral desire coursed through me, and I was done. Done waiting and done checking to make sure this was what she wanted. I stood and reached for her hand, gripping her wrist tightly. I led her out of the bar without a word exchanged. None were needed; we were both clear on what we wanted.
When we made it to my bike, I shoved a helmet at her and waited for her to climb on behind me. She wrapped her hands around me and held on tight as we sped off into the night. I was staying at a motel not far from the bar thank fuck, and we quickly reached our destination. Pulling up outside my room, I cut the engine and quickly got her inside. I was so hard for her now; the need to fuck her was overwhelming. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had gotten to me like this.
We made it inside, I kicked the door shut behind us, slid my hand around her waist and pulled her to me. “You’re mine to do what I want with tonight,” I growled in her ear.
One of her hands moved to my ass and the other tangled in my hair, pulling my face down to hers. “So long as you fuck me long and hard, I’ll do whatever you say,” she promised on a soft moan.
Fuck. I dropped my mouth to hers, and claimed her with a savage kiss. There would be nothing gentle about tonight and I fucking hoped she was up for it because I was ready to fuck the everloving shit out of her.
She kissed me back; hard, demanding. There was an urgency about it, and our kiss spiralled into a frenzied attack with lips and tongues pushing for more. Her need for me was just as strong as mine for her. Our hands began searching and grabbing at clothes. Christ, she had too many fucking clothes on, and I madly began tearing them off. She kicked her shoes off and I stripped her of everything but her panties. When I had her how I wanted her, I stood back and admired her body. She was fucking tiny; there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her and not a lot of muscle either. Small tits, a tight ass and not a lot of curves; not at all what usually excited me, but my dick was screaming at me to hurry the fuck up and bang her. I eyed those panties and moved my hand in their direction, ready to remove the last barrier between me and her pussy.
Her hand shot out and stopped me. My eyes flicked straight to hers, questioning her. Shaking her head, she chastised me. “Havoc, it’s rude to shoot for heaven when you haven’t even stopped to ask a girl her name.”
I fought the grin that was forming on my lips. Fuck, she was sexy. I ran my finger over her lips. “What’s your name, darlin’?”
She caught my finger in her hand and held it in place as she sucked it into her mouth. Her eyes didn’t stray from mine. When she was finished with my finger, she let it go and answered me. “Carla.”
Carla. Her name was now burned in my memory; how could it not be? But this was the last time she had any control over tonight. My hand gripped her neck, and I forced her to understand how tonight was going to go down. “Carla, when I fuck a woman, she does what I say. She submits to me, totally. Do we have an understanding?”
She only hesitated for a moment before nodding. Her eyes betrayed her excitement though; she was fucking up for this. Thank fuck, because I was on the edge here and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to step away from it if she said no.
I kept my hand around her neck and pulled her closer. “And, I don’t fuckin’ shoot for heaven, I bring it to your goddamn door,” I rasped.
Her lips brushed over mine and she gently bit my lip while her hand stroked my dick through my jeans. When she pulled away, she begged, “Well hurry the hell up. I’m way past ready.”
I let her go, and pulled my t-shirt over my head. She undid my belt and removed my jeans and boxers faster than I’d ever seen a woman do it. Her gaze narrowed on my dick before moving over my body, and I slowed my movements to give her the time to take it all in. I liked her eyes on me. When she finally looked up at me, she said, “You weren’t joking about your cock, were you?”
“I don’t joke about anything, least of all my cock,” I promised.
“I’m working that out about you.”
It was time to move this along. Taking her hand, I moved it to my dick, and demanded, “Stroke it until I tell you to stop.”
She was almost panting with desire as she did what I said. Her grip was firm, and she moved it up and down my hard length with the confidence I liked in a woman. Carla knew what the fuck she was doing and that pleased me no fucking end. I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the sensations she was causing. When she began picking up speed, I barked, “Stop.” My eyes opened and I trained them on her. She’d immediately followed my order and let me go. She was now waiting patiently for my next command.
Fuck. She’d taken in what I’d told her about submitting to me, and that almost sent me over the edge. I didn’t know her, but what I’d seen of her at the bar told me she had a mind of her own and wasn’t afraid of using it, so I’d half expected her to fight me for control. I fucking loved that she wasn’t; I needed full control in the bedroom to get off, and now I had no doubt that tonight was going to bring me the motherfucking orgasm of all orgasms.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs. I want to taste you, want to run my tongue from one end of your pussy to the other and make you scream for my dick,” I ordered, and watched as she did what I said. When she’d settled on the bed and opened her legs for me, I positioned myself in between them. Her legs were bent with her feet planted on the bed, and I moved my hands to her knees and pushed them wider apart. My gaze was pinned to her bare pussy, and I dipped my head for my first taste.
I had only planned on licking her, but a force I was unable to control took over, and I had to have more. She moaned as my tongue entered her, and her ass lifted off the bed as she tried to push herself into my mouth. My hands slid under her and I greedily pulled her even closer, swirling my tongue inside her and sucking her with my mouth.
“Havoc…more…fuck, I need your cock…” Her words were disjointed as she lost herself in the pleasure.
I ignored her and continued to work her over with my tongue. She was so fucking wet, and it took all my restraint not to give her what she’d begged for. My dick wanted what she wanted. It wanted nothing more than to slide into her wetness and fuck her hard, but I was a master of denial and control; I could go all night without succumbing to my need.
As I brought her closer to orgasm, her hands fisted in my hair and she gripped me hard. I growled my approval and used my teeth lightly on her clit which only caused her to writhe even more in pleasure. The fact she got off on me biting her was another turn on for me; this woman was ticking all my fucking boxes.
I moved my mouth away from her pussy, and began licking and biting my way up her body until I hit her breasts. Making eye contact with her, I asked, “How much do you like my teeth on you?”
She graced me with a sexy smile, and ghosted her fingers over my shoulder. “I love your teeth on me,” she murmured.
I didn’t wait for further encouragement; I lowered my face to her tits and took a nipple into my mouth, sucking and lightly biting as I went. Letting it go, I wrapped my lips around her other nipple and treated it to my teeth as well. She moaned her approval and fuck if that didn’t cause my dick to harden even more.
Her hands had moved from my hair to my shoulders and now to my back, but I needed control over them. I grabbed hold of them, and pushed her arms above her head while I continued to suck and bite her breasts and then her neck.
“Havoc, I need my hands; I want to touch you,” she insisted, struggling against my hold over her.
I lifted my head so I could look at her. “You’ll have your hands when I say; not before,” I asserted.
“But don’t you want me - ” she started before I cut her off.
“What I want is for you to do as you’re told,” I growled, my eyes focused on hers, a clear message in them that I held the power here. She sucked in a breath, but didn’t say anything. Her silence was my answer, and I nodded once. “Good girl,” I murmured, and ground myself against her as I moved further
up her body and caught her mouth in a kiss.
When I pulled away, I pushed her hands against the bedhead and let go so I could take hold of her jaw with one hand and her neck with the other as I moved to straddle her. “I want my balls in this mouth,” I said, letting my thumb graze her lips while I kept a firm hold on her jaw. “You ever had a guy sit on your face, darlin’?”
Shaking her head, she said, “No, but when I said I’m yours to do what you want with, I meant it.”
My balls tightened at the fucking thought. Hell, Carla was fast becoming my perfect fuck. I shifted so I was kneeling over her, and stroked my dick while I positioned my balls over her mouth. Her mouth instantly opened and took hold of them, and I shut my eyes while I savoured the feel of her wet warmth. She knew what she was doing, and built it like a fucking expert until I felt myself reach the point where I had to rein it in if I didn’t want to blow over her face. I reluctantly stopped her and moved away from her mouth, shifting back on the bed.
Our eyes met and she licked her lips. Smiling at me, she murmured, “As much as I love this whole control thing you’ve got going on, I really want to use my hands. Your cock would feel good in my hands.”
“Baby, my cock is gonna feel good in your pussy. Forget your fuckin’ hands.” My usual preference was to fuck women in silence; get in, get out and move on. And to have full control of it. Carla’s preference to talk and be involved was testing me, however it was also arousing the fuck out of me. I trailed my fingers over her breasts and circled her nipples before reaching for her neck and roughly pulling her to a sitting position. It was time to fuck her now. My usual level of restraint was being tested tonight; I needed to feel her pussy around me.
Leaning in to kiss her, I took in the expression on her face; she was so fucking aroused and ready for me, and that hit me in the gut. My desire to have her warred with my love of drawing this shit out; a part of me wanted to make this last all night long, but I knew there was no way I could wait any longer. “Gonna fuck you now, darlin’, and it’s gonna be rough. I hope you’re up for that,” I said, my eyes searching hers for confirmation this was what she wanted. As much as I was a man who demanded control, I never took what wasn’t offered.