by Ryan Michele
He isn’t sweet or coaxing when his tongue enters my mouth. No, it’s fierce as he sweeps in and his taste explodes inside me. I drink him in.
I keep up with him, movement for movement, my body turning into a live wire, every nerve ending igniting.
He tugs my hair and pulls my lips from his, and I gasp in, feeling the cool air invade my lungs that I desperately need but don’t want.
“Clothes off.”
I stand there, dazed from the kiss, unable to quite focus on his words.
He pulls harder to the point of pain, his eyes dead serious, and a shiver moves up my spine.
“Now,” he demands.
Only when I nod does he release me from his grasp.
When my fingers fumble as I try to get the button to my jeans undone, he puts his hand on top of mine, halting me.
I look up, wondering if I’m doing something wrong.
“Slow,” he instructs as he sits on the bed, which means my tits are at his eye level.
I suck in deep trying to find some balance after his onslaught. He wants slow and a show. By all means, who am I to disappoint?
I step back, putting a bit of distance between us, his eyes never leaving me. Each swipe of them on my body feels like a hot caress.
I kick off my flats. Then I place my thumbs in the band of my jeans at my sides and bring them slowly up to the front, the trembles gone. A flick of my finger and thumb and the pants are unlatched. I slowly draw down the zipper and bring my thumbs back to the sides. I turn around and bend at the waist as I pull my jeans all the way down my long legs, exposing my bare ass in only a thong.
Buzz says nothing, but when I turn and look, his eyes are ignited, which only spurs me on. I am a very sexual being. Always have been. I just never found the right guy to open that fully up, someone who can give me exactly what I crave. I really hope I’m reading Buzz right, and he doesn’t disappoint.
I kick off the pants and toss them to where my shoes landed. I turn back toward the wall so my back is to Buzz. Gripping the hem of my shirt, I peel it off my body in a dramatic whoosh. Then I reach behind me and grip my bra strap, ready to unhook it.
“Stop,” Buzz commands, and my fingers still instantly. It’s so automatic it’s almost scary how my body listens to him. The command in his voice makes my thighs quiver with need. “Turn around.”
Slowly, I do, and the sight before me is one to behold. Buzz’s jeans are open, and he has his hand on his throbbing cock. His strokes are hard, according to the white of his knuckles.
There is something about a man touching himself that is one of my triggers. I fucking love it. Wetness coats my pussy as my clit throbs, and the man hasn’t even touched me yet.
“Like what you see?” He smirks arrogantly, knowing damn well that I obviously do, but he wants words.
I lick my lips, watching the slow, tortuous movement of his hand. “Yes.”
“On your knees in front of me.”
With the grace of a dancer, I fall, my knees hitting the plush carpet.
“Hands behind your back.”
I don’t question because the tone of his voice demands me to listen, and I do. My body and brain are on the same page with this.
I hold my hands secure, afraid I’ll lose myself and try to touch him.
He sits up, his dick hard and ready in his fist. A drop of pre-come oozes from the tip. I want it.
I do nothing except stare at the veined flesh in front of me, waiting for what he says next.
“Open.”
Time passes too slow as my mouth waters to taste him. My body hums in need as my mind wonders if he will be salty. Will he allow me to graze his length with my teeth? What will the taut skin feel like against the velvet of my tongue?
My eyes beg, my chest rises and falls sporadically. I want to suck this man as much as I want him buried inside me.
The head of his cock enters my mouth, the soft flesh hitting my lips and tongue. Closing my eyes, I inhale his musky male scent while I slowly take in every bit of him.
I swirl him with my tongue, tasting what he offers me. It’s salty, manly, and I fucking love it.
He brings his hands to the back of my head, gripping my hair tight. I know instinctively that Buzz is done playing. He bucks his hips up as he pushes down on my head, his dick knocking on the back of my throat.
I breathe in deep through my nose, trying hard not to gag, but as he continues to hold me right there, my throat constricts, and a pained sound comes from my throat as my eyes prick with tears.
He releases me, and I suck in much-needed air. Then he pushes me back down on him, not giving me a full chance to get all the necessary oxygen. Regardless, I take him back down, pushing the tears out and away.
He controls the movements with his hands and hips, and it takes all the control I have to keep my hands clutched behind my back.
“Good girl,” he praises, and something inside me warms, loving it.
He fucks my face over and over as I surrender to him.
“Take it,” he orders as the hair at the base of his cock tickles my nose. God the vibration, the tone, the command—everything in this moment with Buzz has me on fire, burning from the inside out.
Take it. No two words have ever had me this hot in my life.
I do take it, this time keeping my gagging in check.
When he pulls away again, freeing himself from me, I suck in deep and stare into his eyes. Approval shines brightly in them, warming me in a way I’ve craved for years but never received.
He cups my chin, his cock still bobbing in front of my face. I let go of my hands and place them on his knees. The approval I saw before instantly dies, and I feel it like a punch to my gut. Without him saying a word, I clutch my hands back behind my back, and a puzzled look comes across his face. But as quickly as it comes, it’s wiped away, and he rises from the bed. I move back quickly, making room for him.
He drops his jeans down to his booted feet, leaving them pooling at his ankles. He then takes his leather off and places it on the corner of the bed farthest from us. He reaches behind him and pulls the shirt free from his body. All the while, I sit back on my heels and stare at the specimen in front of me.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Corded muscle spans his chest, each peak and valley defined. His abs are so well-developed I want to lick a path through them. But it’s the V, that wonderful thing you only see on a select few men that draws a woman’s attention from the abs to a man’s cock, that has always been a huge turn-on for me. Several of the men I’ve been with didn’t have anything close. But Buzz, holy hell! Buzz has it, and it’s fucking perfect. Also, the ink on his skin is sexy as all hell, and I can’t wait to get a closer view.
I push my legs together, the ache between them almost unbearable. If I could just get a little bit of friction …
“On the bed, face down.” He leaves no room for questions or discussion.
While my mind is saying, What? My body rises and lies flat on the softness of the bed.
The sound hits me before the sensation as his hand comes down on my ass. I let out a deep gasp as the pain from the slap is immediately replaced by warmth.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to redden this ass.” He pulls my knees up so my ass is up in the air and my head is down on the bed.
After three more quick slaps on alternating cheeks, my ass is on fire. He then rubs my globes, the pain flaring from the touch, and I let out a small shriek. A normal woman would probably be irate that a man she just met was spanking her like a petulant child, but not me. I am anything but normal. The more he touches me, the more my skin comes alive. Every slap, every rub, every fucking breath only makes me more aware and more in need. I fucking love it.
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” he says, pulling down my thong from my hips and stopping at the knees, the fabric pulling tight, not allowing me to move.
“Do you want them off?” I ask and instantly get two more slaps to my ass. I groan, knowing I shouldn�
�t have asked, or maybe I’m happy I did.
He squeezes my ass hard with both of his hands. “If I fucking wanted them off, I’d have told you.”
I nod against the sheet.
“Now give me that pussy.” He pulls my hips, and then his hot mouth attaches to the lips of my pussy like the suction of a vacuum. I convulse, feeling it in my lower belly as he attacks me with a vengeance.
Buzz nips, licks, bites, and tugs at me, but completely avoids my clit where I so desperately need him. I move my hips, just needing a little more to take me over the edge. When he pulls away and slaps my ass hard, I close my eyes as the sting radiates down my legs.
“You take what I give you. You do that shit again, you won’t come for hours.”
My heart thumps so hard I swear the bed rattles from it. I knew in my gut he would do it and not think twice about it. Damn if that isn’t sexy as hell.
His words hit me hard, and I can’t wait. I need to come right now, or I’m going to explode, so I still my movements.
As the cool air from the room hits my sensitive wet flesh, worry overcomes me. Is he going to stop and leave me like this? Is he that upset with me? It rocks me how much that fear takes over me. I don’t want to disappoint him. I’ve only met him, but it’s like my body is programmed for this.
He brings his mouth back to my pussy, and I jolt, the pressure and heat hitting me with such force I’m surprised I’m still able to stay on my knees. He brings me right to the brink over and over again, and it takes every ounce of control to hold on and not beg him to give me more.
I fist the sheets and scream into them, the frustration getting to me.
His lips leave me as he grabs his jeans from the floor, and I hear the rip of foil. “I need to fuck you, Bella. Need to hear you fucking scream.” On the last word, he thrusts inside of me, not allowing me to accommodate his large dick, and I do exactly as he wants: I scream.
The bite of pain quickly turns into pleasure. My entire body is primed and ready to explode as it expands for him.
His thrusts are brutal as he pistons his hips in and out of me rapidly. The sound of our flesh hitting echoes throughout the room, turning me on even more.
“You’re so fucking wet … so goddamned tight.” He thrusts. “I could fucking stay inside you all damn day.”
The noises along with the smell of both our desire invade the space. My mind turns totally off as I give myself over to Buzz, letting him hold the reins.
My mind begins to float as Buzz reaches around, moving his fingers swiftly over my clit. My body sets off like fireworks, exploding with such heat my skin feels aflame. Breathing is nonexistent because the air has evaporated.
Buzz continues to thrust as my pussy clamps around him, and each stroke lights up my sensitive nerves. My body is completely awake and alert to his touch, ready to go again.
“Your fucking ass looks so hot, red, swollen. I can’t wait for my cock to be inside that tight hole of yours.” He thrusts. “Fuck you over and over and over.”
Shards of light form behind my eyelids as I implode. This one is so much more than the first. I scream into the bed, my throat vibrating, body shaking.
Buzz demands more. He thrusts and stills above me. My knees give out, and I collapse, unable to hold myself up, Buzz’s weight following me down onto the bed.
I turn my head, needing air and sucking it in like I’ve been underwater for hours. My throat is raw and scratchy as I gulp it in. My entire body is sated in a way it has never been before, and I relish the feeling, the feeling of finally feeling alive. The feeling of finally getting what I want from a man.
Long moments pass before Buzz rolls off of me and onto his back. I turn my head to see his eyes are closed, his arm is over his forehead, and sweat beads from every inch of exposed flesh.
He moves his arm from his head as he turns to me. “Thanks.” He slaps my already sensitive ass, shooting pain up my spine. Then he rises from the bed, puts his clothes on, and leaves, shutting the door behind him. The loss of his heat hits me like a sledgehammer. I reach down and pull the covers over me, my ass burning from his touch.
I run my fingers through my hair, still feeling him inside of me. While I didn’t expect him to cuddle or any of that shit, I didn’t expect him to dress so quickly and get out. I know how this routine goes, and I don’t want to feel hurt by it. After all, this was only sex, nothing more. Unfortunately, I haven’t felt what Buzz gave me with anyone before. Where others have tried, none succeeded like he did, and I crave more.
Casey told me so many stories back at school about how the guys use women as their play things. She even told me this exact scenario about fucking and leaving. If he used me, is it wrong that I used him, too? Because this moment he just gave me is the best I have experienced. Maybe we can use each other for a while.
Every moment since the first, I continue to crave more from this man. Unfortunately, I’ve let my heart get involved, too. I didn’t want to, but over the past few months, I couldn’t stop it.
Each time I’m with Buzz, he breaks me a tiny bit. Each time is something new and exciting. It’s also because, after that one night of leaving me, he never left me again after sex. He held me for as long as I needed, and I felt the pull, not to the sex, but to the man. Even trying to push it away, it plows over me, scaring the shit out of me.
I drive like a bat out of hell, determined to get to Buzz.
“Son of a motherfucking bitch.” I stare at the computer screen, not believing my eyes. I can’t believe all the trails lead back to one man. One fucking man. A single individual has been behind all the bullshit our club has been through over the years.
I checked. Fuck, I cross-checked and checked the cross-checks. When it comes to this kind of shit, there is no way I can be wrong when I take it to Pops. I’m a hundred percent sure, and all my ducks are in a row. Everything lines up perfectly. There is no error. None. My information is correct. Too correct. I went so far as to spend time painstakingly tracking IP addresses, all to dig for the money trail.
Money, it always shows the way. And it all leads back to him.
This is going to rock our club to its core. Ravage will never be the same when I tell the guys.
The answer stares back at me from the screen, mocking me.
I close my eyes, getting my anger under control. A big part of my life is keeping everything I have power over under control. I’ve learned many things with the club are not; those are given to my president, Pops. I get that, and I let it go.
Bella, on the other hand, is within my control, and fuck if she doesn’t drink that shit up. Fuck, that woman is something else, and I need her safe. Never met a sexier woman who gave themselves to me so damn freely. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her because this damn computer has been so tough to crack. Now I did it, and my aching cock feels the loss of Bella.
Sure, I could have a club momma suck me off, but the thought of it didn’t sit right. They are all too willing, yet not one of them have the fire in their eyes that Bella has.
Listen to me, turning into a fucking pansy. I shake it off, needing to keep my focus on the club.
The floor above me makes a noise. I know the ol’ ladies are up there, getting ready for Dagger’s welcome home party, but it’s grating on my nerves. I look at the time.
“Fuck,” I groan, needing to get upstairs before Bella gets here.
I make my way up and hear Bella’s frantic voice. “Where’s Buzz?”
Fuck, I’m too late. I take the stairs two at a time, hoofing my ass fast.
“What’s going on, Bella?” Pops asks. Shit, he’s gonna be pissed.
“Buzz told me that I needed to get here now, so I did. What’s going on?” Her voice is panicked as I move as quick as my body will let me.
I burst through the basement doors and move directly to Bella. I scoop her in my arms and hug her tight. I place my nose in the crook of her neck, needing her scent to get me through the next few moments. I never wante
d to admit it, but just her smell sends a calm through me. Never once has shit like that happened.
“Buzz?” Pops asks from behind me.
I pull away just as Breaker pulls Bella to his front, wrapping his arms around her. I breathe out deep, knowing my brother has my girl. He’ll protect her with his life. Of that, I have zero doubt.
“We need church. Now,” I say, turning to Pops.
Everything in the room comes to a dead halt, and all eyes are on me: brothers, ol’ ladies, even club mommas.
Pops’ eyes narrow, and those little lines around them become more prominent. The vein in his neck begins to tick, and I know I’m in deep shit. Calling my girl before telling the brothers is going to cost me dearly. I knew it, and I’ll take whatever they give me for it.
Pops raises his furious gaze to Becs and lifts his chin. “Church, now.” Pops’ voice rings out across the room.
Ma slides up to Pops. “You want me to cancel the party?”
His eyes shoot to me, looking for answers, trying to gauge the weight that I’m about to drop on them. I lift my chin in answer, not saying much with everyone around. This is club business, and there are too many ears.
Pops looks away from me, obviously reading my seriousness, and tells Rhys, “Call Dagger and tell him to get his ass here.”
Rhys lifts his chin and grabs his cell.
“Party’s not happening,” Pops orders.
Ma nods her head and moves to the ol’ ladies.
“Move,” Pops barks at all of us.
I rush over to Bella and give her a kiss on the lips. “No questions, just stay with Angel and Princess.”
She nods, and I kiss her once more before lifting my head to my brother who follows me into the meeting room.
“Shit, let me grab my laptop.” I rush downstairs, grab it, and come back up.
The air in the church meeting room crackles with intrigue as I take my seat at the end of the table. The guys stare at me, waiting for answers as the energy zaps through the space. It’s also as if the pictures that hang on the wall are staring, waiting for the bomb to drop.
Pops moves to the head of the table as Cruz shuts the door and takes his seat. Pops slams the gavel, his poignant stare coming to me.