Her Journey (Her Series Book 2)

by Orman, Rachael

  Melia jumped off the bike as soon as I pulled it into the garage. As I was getting off, she threw the helmet at me. She started to walk toward the door to enter the house before turning on me. I set the helmet on the bench then looked at her.

  Her chest was rising and falling quickly while her eyes threw daggers at me. “What the fuck is your problem? Ever since I first met you all you’ve done is piss me off. It has to be on purpose because apparently I’m the only one you do it to. So, please, tell me what the hell is your deal? Why do you insist on making my life hell?” She crossed her arms over her chest. I thought she was done, but she took another breath before continuing. “I mean really, I only have a little over a week left here and yet you can’t even be nice for that long.”

  I took a couple slow steps towards her. She was less than three feet from me as I looked into her eyes. “I’m not a nice guy. I don’t know where you get the idea that I am. It’s not just you, little one. I don’t think you understand that.”

  Taking a step closer to me, huffing out a breath, she pointed angrily at me. “Oh, so you just barge into everyone else’s room and make them dress in front of you? Somehow, I don’t believe that.”

  “That was just for fun.” I bit down on my bottom lip and let my eyes drop to her feet and roam upward until I met her eyes again. My cock jumped in my pants in appreciation for her sexy-as-fuck body.

  “Ugh!” Melia threw her hands up in the air and turned away from me.

  I reached out to grab her arm spinning her back around, slamming my mouth to hers. Shit, she tasted good. As I ran my tongue over her bottom lip, I heard her moan. To my surprise, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues slipped against each other; Melia’s hands grabbed handfuls of my shirt under my cut, pulling me closer to her. Tilting my head, I pressed my mouth harder against her. I needed more of her. My hands lifted to rest against her delicate hips as I took a step towards her, forcing her to step backward. Slowly, carefully, I moved her until her back was pressed against the door of the house, never once separating our mouths.

  Twisting the doorknob, we fell into the laundry room as the door opened, our grips on each other the only thing keeping us from actually falling down. Lifting her, I set her on top of the washer and shoved my hips between her thighs. My palms grasped her ass, pulling her to the edge so she was pressed fully against my body. My cock was begging to be let out, to be played with. All I could think of was her mouth on mine and how sweet she tasted.

  Fuck, what was I doing? I pulled away from her and stepped back, trying to rein in my raging hard-on and my out-of-control breathing. Running my hands through my hair, I lifted my eyes to meet Melia’s. She was leaning back on her hands, sitting on the washer. Her dress was pushed high enough that I could see the tiny lace panties that had been driving me crazy since first seeing them. Her breathing was just as fast as mine, her lips swollen from my kisses.

  “What the hell?” she gasped, running her hands through her hair as well. She jumped off the washer and fixed her dress.

  “I don’t know.” I shook my head. I don’t know where the fuck it had come from. I’d simply meant to stop her from going inside upset.

  ~Melia~

  Shit. Shit. Shit. What the fuck? Again? I stood there in the laundry room, staring at Wrench.

  My entire body felt like it was on fire. My nipples were pressed against my dress, begging for more. My panties were wet, my pussy already dripping wet from that one kiss. Damn had it been a kiss though.

  “That was wrong. It won’t happen again.” I spoke even as I was trying to gather my thoughts. This man made me madder than hell. He pushed all my buttons, treated me like he could control me, bulldoze over me. I didn’t want him. No, not at all.

  Wrench bit his bottom lip and smiled at me. “It certainly wasn’t wrong, but I’ll agree that it won’t happen again.”

  “Good.” I nodded once and turned around, walking out of the room. Before I could even make it to the stairs, Wrench was spinning me around again, his lips landing upon mine. Instantly, my body caved. With his body against mine, his mouth on mine, I couldn’t deny the raging desire in my body.

  His hands sank into my hair, pulling my head back, my body closer. As our mouths continued to tease and torment, one of his hands lightly traced down the side of my neck, down my arm, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin and a moan to slip from my lips. His hand gripped my hip before grabbing a hold of my dress, lifting it upward until his hand was on my thigh. Reaching between our bodies, his fingers slid under my panties.

  Wrench broke the kiss. “Fuck, you are so wet.” His lips dropped to my neck, teasing, biting as his fingers slid over my clit. My eyes closed, head falling backward as he circled my clit with just the right amount of pressure. Moaning, I bit down on my bottom lip, keeping my eyes squeezed shut. When his fingers and lips stopped moving, I opened my eyes to see him watching my face. “Keep your eyes on me,” Wrench growled.

  With a quick nod, he continued moving his hand. His other hand tugged on the thin straps of my dress; I grabbed his hand and shook my head. I didn’t want him to ruin my new dress.

  “If you’re worried about your dress, I’m not doing something right,” Wrench roughly breathed into my ear. Surprising me, he stepped us backwards pushing me against the wall before dropping to his knees in front of me. Both his hands ran up my legs, until they found the sides of my panties. Slipping a finger under each side, he pulled them down. Before I could even step out of them, his face was under my dress, pressed against my pussy. His tongue darted out to lap at my juices. Lifting one of my legs, he rested it on his shoulder so he could have better access as he flicked his tongue against my clit repeatedly. One of his fingers pressed against my entrance until it slowly slid inside. Combined with his wicked tongue, I threw back my head and moaned as I struggled to keep supporting myself on a single leg. Digging my hands into his hair, I felt my orgasm rushing towards me like a train on fire.

  Wrench did something with his finger that felt like he was pushing against the front of my pussy with his finger that had my orgasm washing over me before I expected. I would’ve fallen had he not moved my other leg onto his opposite shoulder so he was fully supporting me. His face was trapped between my thighs while slowly his tongue eased me down from my orgasm. Gently, he set one leg down, then the other, before standing, sliding his body against mine as he did.

  “That was delicious.” Wrench licked his lips slowly before lowering his mouth to mine again. While I had had an orgasm, it wasn’t enough — it only made me want his cock that much more. I needed to be stretched, filled, fucked. Sliding my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, I pushed his cut off. He let it fall to the ground behind him before grabbing my thighs and lifting me off the ground, his mouth lowering to mine again. My legs wrapped around his hips, ankles hooked together, bringing his jean-covered cock against my bare pussy. His hips thrust against me, rubbing his cock against me, making me whimper. “You going to let me fuck that sweet pussy? Do you want me to fill you? Make you moan and cry out my name while I make you come all over my cock?” Wrench spoke against my lips, thrusting his hips against me with each question. “Hmm? Tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck me, Wrench.” I couldn’t believe the words even as they left my lips, but I needed it. He growled and kissed me again. It was then that we heard the garage door rumbling open. Someone else had arrived at the house. Wrench grabbed onto my ass, never pulling his mouth from mine as he walked us down the hall, me still around his waist. He walked up the stairs quickly, his cock rubbing against me every step of the way. Finally, he opened a door, pressing me against it as he closed and locked it. Letting my legs drop to the floor, he stepped back from me and pulled his shirt over his head revealing his incredible chest. My hands instantly dropped to his waist, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

  A deep chuckle left his lips when I shoved his pants and boxer briefs down at the same time, kneeling in front of
him. His massive erection was right in my face as I looked up at him. I couldn’t help the widening of my eyes when I noticed he had a bar horizontally through the head of his penis. I’d never seen a piercing there, let alone slept with a guy that had one. It surprised me and dampened my raging hormones.

  With a nervous laugh, I stood up and stepped back from Wrench. He kicked off his pants and boots swiftly before stalking me. Each step toward me that he took, I matched with a backward one of my own. My eyes were locked on his cock that bounced against his hard stomach as he moved, his piercing gleaming in the low light.

  “Where you going, little one?” Wrench asked. My eye flashed to his before returning to his cock. One of his hands wrapped around his length, sliding up and down it slowly. “What? Are you afraid of this? It’s just a cock, baby.”

  “I know that,” I snapped at him. Watching as he continued to slide his hand up and down his shaft had my breath hitching. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to taste it, but I didn’t know what to do with it.

  “Then come here. Stop walking away from me.”

  I stopped when my ass hit the huge bed. I had no where left to go. Wrench knew it, a smile crept onto his face. He stepped closer to me before reaching out and grabbing my hand. Slowly, he pulled it to his groin, wrapping my hand around his cock at the base.

  I knew what to do but it was those two silver balls that scared me. Trying not to think about it, I let my hand slide up and down his length, squeezing just under the head before moving back down the shaft again. Wrench lifted my chin with a finger underneath, dropping his mouth to mine. His tongue slithered into my mouth, dancing and twisting with my own while my hand continued.

  Pulling back from his lips, I kissed down his neck, stopping to suck hard on the tendon between his neck and shoulder. He moaned and threaded his fingers through my hair, holding my head there for a moment. Continuing downward, I flicked my tongue briefly over each of his nipples before dropping to my knees again. Carefully, I dragged my tongue over the slit in his cock, which earned me a moan. Feeling bolder because of his encouraging sounds, I took the whole head in my mouth, running my tongue around the swollen rim.

  “Fuck,” Wrench moaned, his hand fisting in my hair, but still he let me set the pace. Using my hand, I caressed his shaft while I sucked and teased the head with my mouth. Gradually, I sucked his whole cock as deep into my mouth as I could.

  Unfortunately, as I slid back up his shaft, he grabbed both my shoulders and pulled me off his cock. Looking up at him, I frowned and jutted out my bottom lip in a pout. I’d finally figured out what to do with his cock. Plus, hearing him moan only made my pussy grow even wetter.

  With his hands still on my shoulders, he pulled me to my feet as if I weighed nothing. Grabbing both the thin straps on my dress, he yanked on them and they broke. Since he’d removed the only thing holding them up, the top fell to my waist, exposing my breasts. Wrench gave the dress a tug and it slipped over my belly to pool around my feet. As I tried to step out of it, Wrench’s hands both came up to cup my breasts, his mouth lowering to suck one of my sensitive nipples into his mouth. I reached behind me to grab onto the bed as support as my knees grew weak. A moan tore from my throat as the heat of his mouth travelled to my other nipple. One of his palms slid down the front of my body to disappear between my thighs. I squeezed my thighs shut on his hand though, which made him lift his head to meet my gaze.

  “No more foreplay.” I watched as fire flashed in his eyes. He climbed onto the bed and held out a hand to help me get up.

  “Climb on.” Wrench looked toward his thick, proud cock that had a beaded pearl of pre-come on the tip. When I started to slip a leg over his waist, he put a hand on my side. “Wait.”

  I watched in amusement as he pulled a condom out of the nightstand and tore open the packet. “You do realize I’m already pregnant, right?”

  “There’s more than pregnancy to worry about. I never ever fuck without a rubber. Ever,” Wrench said as he rolled the condom over his cock, taking extra care around the piercings so they didn’t tear it.

  I shrugged, because he was right, and only heaven knew how much he’d been exposed to. Not the thought I wanted to have right then. I sat back on my heels and frowned. What the hell was I doing? Before my thoughts could wander farther down that path, Wrench sat up and turned my face towards his with a hand on my cheek. “Stay with me. Right here.”

  Bringing his lips to mine, my thoughts all fled as he used his magic tongue on me. Guiding me, he put his hands on my hips and lifted me over his body as he slowly leaned back on the bed. His hand slipped between our bodies to guide him into me. As the thick head nudged my entrance, I stared down at him, his eyes locked with mine. Slowly sinking down on his length, my head fell backwards, eyes closed. A content sigh escaped me. It felt so good to be filled, stretched by a big, warm cock. My eye-lids lifted and I gazed at the handsome man beneath me. Resting my hands on his chest, I lifted myself up off him carefully, his shaft sliding out, then back in as I let my weight push me back down.

  Wrench brought both his hands to my hips, helping me ride him in a slow, sensual rhythm. Feeling the strength in his rough hands that clenched my rounded waist made me feel incredibly sexy. Sexier than I had felt in months. Wrench sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it as I sped up the pace.

  I leaned forward so that I could kiss his luscious lips. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly to his body while he bucked his hips into me, fucking me from below. I could tell he wanted to go faster, but he didn’t. He kept the same slow pace, only deeper, harder. It only took a few thrusts like that before my body tightened, letting me know my orgasm was coming.

  Breaking the kiss, I tried to sit up again, but Wrench continued to hold me tightly to him. His lips dragged over the column of my neck. Groaning into his ear, I said, “I’m gonna come. Don’t stop.”

  “I got you, little one,” Wrench whispered into my ear. Just as my orgasm hit me, Wrench sank his teeth into the tender skin at the base of my neck. That bite made my orgasm so much more intense, or maybe it was just because I was with Wrench. It didn’t matter — by the time I came down from my orgasm, Wrench had come and was running a hand through my hair while I listened to his rapidly beating heart under my ear.

  ~Patrick~

  Well, fuck. That just might have been the best sex of my entire life. Not to mention laying here with my arms wrapped around Melia felt good. It shouldn’t have happened. I’d had to draw her back in multiple times, but she’d never said no. She wanted it. We were both standing with one foot on either side of an imaginary line, I could feel it. One side was lovers — desiring each other, wanting to explore every inch — while on the other side was fighters. She was too snippy and moody for me to know how she was going to react. I’m sure she’d say the same thing about me as well.

  Running my nose up the length of her exposed neck, I breathed in her scent. My cock had been getting soft, but just the scent of her had it hardening again. Melia moaned quietly against me when I bucked my hips slightly to push it all the way back into her. Holding her ass with my hands, I bucked against her again.

  Melia sat up, putting her hands next to my head while rocking back against me. Her sexy little tongue peeked out and licked her lips before another moan left them. Reaching up, I sank my hand into her hair and pulled her down to me, forcing our lips together. Not waiting for her acceptance, I shoved my tongue into her mouth, desperate to taste her again. My other hand slid over her hip and between her thighs, seeking to make her come harder than before. I knew when my finger grazed her clit because her entire body tightened and jerked. Gripping her hair harder, I held her to me even as she tried to break the kiss.

  Normally I was a talker when I fucked, but I knew I was damn lucky to have Melia in my bed and I wasn’t going to do anything to make her leave any faster than I knew she already would, so I kept the words back as much as I could. God damn did I want to tell her how good she felt on my cock,
though. Just how perfect her beautiful tits bounced in my face, or that she had the most delicious kiss I’d ever tasted— instead I held her tightly to me, keeping her lips on mine so those words wouldn’t spill out.

  I could feel my balls tightening as she continued to ride my cock and slide her sweet tongue against mine. Her moans filled my mouth as her pussy squeezed my cock so tightly I wouldn’t last much longer. From the way she was digging her fingers into my shoulder, I didn’t think she was going to hold on much longer either.

  “Wrench! You in there?” one of the guys called out while pounding on my door. Thank fuck I’d locked it. Melia tried to pull back from me in earnest that time, but I held her tighter and bucked my hips up in the same pace she’d had when she stopped.

  Pulling my mouth from hers, I moved it to her ear, whispering in a gravelly voice, “I’m not letting you off my dick until you come again.”

  “But…” she started, but I shook my head.

  “I don’t care,” I growled. To my surprise, she lifted herself up, putting her hands on my chest and started riding my cock like she was at the rodeo. Fast and hard. Watching her tits bounce as she moved had my balls tightening further. I was barely holding back my release. Still teasing her clit, I kept up with the rhythm she set, causing her to let out a couple of loud moans before yelling out my name and flooding my cock with sweet come. No longer able to hold back, I bit down on her neck and clamped my hands on her hips as I followed her into bliss.