Vengeance MC Box Set - Volume 1: Call Me...Vengeance ~ Fury ~ Jonas

by Natasha Thomas

  The fact that she thinks for a second that matters to me steals the very breath from my lungs.

  Of course, I want to make love to her. There’s nothing that would make me happier than to show Avery without words how deeply I feel for her, but at the same time, I need her to know I couldn’t care less if we were never together that way. As long as I have Avery sleeping in my arms every night, wake up to her in my bed every morning, and get to hold her all the time in between, that’s enough for me.

  With that in mind, I ask,

  “You sure about that, baby because I’ll wait as long as it takes? After what you went through, I don’t want you forcing yourself to do something you don’t want to because you think it’s what I need.”

  Gripping my shoulders, Avery doesn’t hesitate to assure me,

  “I haven’t been surer of anything, ever.”

  Pulling her into my arms, Avery comes willingly, which has an almost instantaneous feeling of peace washing over me. It’s always been like this with her, though. All it takes is to see her smile, hear her laugh or me to touch her for the darkness knocking at my door to recede.

  Knowing that I have to take my time with her, make this experience good for her, I begin stroking my free hand down the length of her side, only stopping to gently raise the material of her shirt.

  I can feel Avery’s eyes drilling into the top of my head, as I descend, settling myself between her thighs with my mouth level with her belly button. Neither of us has shed any clothes, but still, this has to be the single most intimate moment I’ve ever shared with anyone.

  Licking a path around her navel, I groan as I get my first taste of her. Avery’s skin is sweet like her. Fucking delicious.

  “If at any time you want me to stop, say the word and I’ll stop immediately.” Looking up to ensure she heard me, I repeat, “One word, baby, that’s all it’ll take for me to stop and just hold you, okay?”

  Nodding, Avery doesn’t use words to reply. Instead, she glides her hands through my hair, locking my head in place and gifting me with a shy smile. That tells me all I need to know. She’s ready and she wants this just as much as I do.

  “I’m going to need you to guide me here, baby. I don’t want to go to fast that I’ll scare you, but if I don’t get us naked with me inside you soon, this might all be over before it starts,” I confess.

  I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want Avery, and regardless of the fact her attack and the aftermath will be forever burned in my brain, my little head hasn’t seemed to get the memo. He wants in, and he wants it now.

  “Tanner, I need you to listen to what I say next because it’s important,” Avery insists.

  Dragging myself away from the soft skin of her stomach, I rise over her, making sure to keep the majority of my weight off her much smaller frame.

  “I’m listening,” I assure her once I have us both positioned comfortably.

  “I’m going to do my best not to let what happened to me intrude on the present but I’m going to need your help with that. You have to stop thinking so much. I want this, and I want it with you. I’m sure there will be some things we do that will trigger flashbacks that aren’t pleasant, but it’s your job to make sure I stay in the moment with you. Most of all, I need you to be the one to erase the memories they left me with.” Kissing the corner of my mouth, she prompts, “Do you think you can do that for me? Can you forget about what happened long enough to make this special for both of us?”

  Avery’s tender, trusting expression proves she’s serious about what she said. And if it’s possible, I love her even more because of it. I didn’t think it was possible for her to trust me again – definitely not so quickly – but she does, and that means more to me than I’ll ever be able to express.

  “I can absolutely do that, baby. All I ask is you talk to me. While I’m touching you, when my mouth is on you, and eventually when I get my cock inside you, I need you to talk to me. Now, tell me how you like to be touched, Avery,” I demand. “Do you like a gentle caress?” I ask, skimming my fingers under the hem of her shirt. “Or do you like a firmer hand?” I push, gripping the flesh at her hip tighter.

  Exhaling a moan, Avery answers my question wordlessly. She likes the roughness of my hand on her skin, the flush spreading across her chest telling me everything her eyes are begging for.

  Not pausing my exploration of her, I command,

  “Take off your shirt, baby. I want to see you.”

  Avery complies without complaint. Her chest is heaving as she works the thin material over her head, throwing it on the floor somewhere beside the bed. Allowing my eyes to look their fill, they linger on the scars her tormentors left behind.

  Going into this, I thought I’d be the stronger of the two of us. After all, it wasn’t me who suffered at the hands of those motherfuckers. But here, now, Avery is faring far better than I am.

  The latent rage I believed I’d worked out of my system months ago rears its head. The emotion so overwhelming, it’s all I can do to keep it in check and not scare the woman so beautifully splayed beneath me, putting her trust in me that I’ll take care of her.

  Standing, I remove my cut, folding it and placing it on her dresser. Reaching behind me, I strip my shirt over my head and unthread my belt from the loops of my jeans. Next, I unbutton the top two buttons, giving my cock some much-needed breathing room as it strains the confines of the stiff denim.

  “How you doing over there?” I ask as I kick off my boots, followed by my socks.

  “Better if you’d hurry up,” she returns, hunger lacing the desperate tone of her voice.

  “Your wish is my command,” I whisper, crawling onto her bed, making my way slowly toward her. “I’m going to take these off now,” I warn, letting my hands travel up the outside of her thighs until they reach the snap of her jeans. “When I do, I’m going to take your panties off too and put my mouth on you. I need to taste you, Avery, and you’re going to let me.”

  The way I’m talking to her makes as little sense to you as it does to me. I shouldn’t be demanding anything of her. What I should be doing is letting her run the show, but there’s something about the way her eyes flash, her nipples harden, and the smell of her arousal becoming stronger that says she wants me to take charge.

  With other women, I took it as it came. Them riding me, me riding them, me taking them from behind, whichever way worked for me. But with Avery, I want nothing more than to sink into her wet heat staring into her eyes. I need her to see me, and nothing but me the first time I have her. She needs it too. Maybe even more than I do.

  Slowly, watching to see how she handle it, I unzip her jeans and start working them and her panties down her legs until they’re tangled around her ankles. Avery wriggles, flicking the offending items off, closing her legs quickly, trying to hide my prize from me.

  “Open your legs, baby,” I groan, running my tongue up the seam of her thighs. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, Avery. You’re fucking beautiful everywhere.”

  And she is.

  Her long, slim legs, flared hips that are the perfect fit for my hands, full, high tits I’m going to love licking, sucking, biting, and teasing, and her tight, flat stomach has nothing on the treasure between the creamy skin of her thighs.

  When Avery still hasn’t responded, I repeat,

  “Open for me, Avery. Let me see all of you.”

  Nervously biting her lower lip, she inches her thighs apart, giving me the first glimpse of her perfect, pink pussy. While I want to dive in and feast on her, I know if I do there a good chance I won’t come up for air for hours. I’ve been waiting what feel like forever to taste her, and I intend to spend a good deal of time with my tongue exploring every inch of her core. But right now, I’ve forgotten one very crucial thing.

  Catching her off guard, I crush my mouth to hers in a bruising, passionate kiss. This isn’t gentle or coaxing, it’s possessive, demanding like I am, and branding.

  Avery’s m
outh opens under my ministrations, her tongue coming out to play with mine as I tilt her head with one hand in her hair, and deepen the kiss until she doesn’t know where she ends and I begin.

  At her moan, I plunge my tongue into the warm recess of her mouth and take ownership of her. Avery’s hands stroke the hot skin of my back, her fingernails clawing at the muscle there, fighting to get closer to me. Not that she can. We're as close as two people can be without her climbing inside me and becoming one.

  My body blankets hers as she rocks her hips, grinding restlessly against the outline of my cock still restrained by my jeans. Breaking apart, Avery’s eyes have gone hazy with need. It’s a good look on her, but I feel it’s only right for me to warn her again.

  “I’m hanging on by a thread here, baby. If you don’t want me to sink inside your tight, hot pussy, you’ve got to slow down. I want to make this good for you, but the way you’re grinding on me is making it fucking hard for me behave myself.”

  “I don’t want you to behave. I need you, Tanner,” Avery moans sweetly.

  Hearing her call me Tanner, now, when I’ve got her exactly where I’ve wanted her for years is a dream come true. For the most part, I don’t like anyone referring to me as anything other than, Fury, but the way Avery says my name, I might just forbid her from calling me anything but.

  Kissing her again, this time, slower and much more reverently, I work my jeans over my hips, leaving me naked above her. Avery lost her bra sometime between me coaxing her to open her legs for me and me claiming her mouth. Stroking the side of her breast, closing in on her nipple, I roll it between my forefinger and thumb, eliciting a long, low moan from her.

  Any notion I had of our first time together being slow flies out the window when Avery’s soft, wet tongue darts out tasting the column of my throat. I hadn’t known that was one of my erogenous zones, but I suppose the other women I’ve been with are more interested in what I can do for them, not the other way around.

  My hand reluctantly abandons her nipple, trailing down her side and over her belly, delving between her legs to test her readiness. Hoping like fuck she’s wet, I couldn’t be happier when my fingers find her dripping for me. Teasing the heated lips of her pussy, caressing up and down the length of her slit, I take my time building Avery’s desperation until her legs spread wide, giving me a fantastic view of her shaved core.

  The tightly beaded nub of her clit is practically throbbing for me. What I wouldn’t give to put my mouth on her, but that’ll have to wait. She’s ready, and there’s no fucking way in hell I can wait any longer to bury myself so deep inside her she’ll be feeling where I’ve been for the next few days.

  “Tanner,” Avery pants. “Please…”

  Her soft plea is all the encouragement I need, causing the last thread of my self-control to snap. Guiding myself to her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock along her slit, I gently nudge her folds allowing the first few inches to slip inside her.

  Avery lets out a deep sigh as I slide in another inch while I release a feral groan, asking,

  “Tell me you’re good with this, baby. I need to hear you say the words.”

  “Keep, keep going, Tanner. It feels so good,” she begs into my ear as her teeth clamp down and her pussy spasms around me.

  Thrusting forward, burying myself to the hilt deep inside her dripping, wet pussy, I still, letting her adjust to the size and feel of me. It doesn’t take long before Avery’s legs rise, wrapping around my hips, her ankles digging into the small of my back.

  “Jesus! Fuck,” I hiss, beginning to move in slow, measured strokes.

  Avery feels fucking phenomenal and is tighter than the death grip I’ve been using on myself in the shower when I need to release some of the tension thoughts of her produces.

  Retreating until the head of my cock is barely lodged inside her sheath, my eyes stray to her face ensuring she’s okay, that I’m not scaring her in any way. When I’m sure, I plunge into her with a steady rhythm over and over again, reveling in every moan, every sigh, and every breathy plea to give her more, and do it harder.

  Switching our position, raising one of my knees higher, opening her to me entirely, I fuck her with everything in me. All of the pent up desire, sexual tension, lust, and love I’ve had for Avery over the last ten years has the speed of my strokes increasing. For a minute, I’m worried I’ll hurt her, but as I go to ease back, slow down some, Avery digs her short, sharp fingernails into the meat of my ass spurring me on.

  Avery arches her back, pressing her soft breasts into my chest, chanting my name as her pussy continues to spasm and the wetness from her core seeps down her thighs, coating my balls.

  Sensing she’s close, I stop holding back, needing to make her come before she drives me over the edge. Thrusting into her pussy, I grind my hips into her pelvis, hitting her g-spot repeatedly.

  As her walls begin to contract, gripping my cock tightly, pulling me deeper so that I feel the head bumping her cervix, Avery’s orgasm takes hold. Beginning as subtle ripples along the swollen, inner walls of her sex, it quickly increases to rhythmic tightening so strong it almost forces my cock out of her.

  “Oh my God, Tanner. I’m coming. Please, don’t stop,” Avery mewls, wrapping all four limbs around me.

  There’s no way I’m stopping. I can’t. I won’t. Especially when it’s only a matter of time – a minute at most – before I’m right there with her. My balls draw up tight against my body, and the tingles at the base of my spine signal my impending release about to overtake me.

  In five more strokes, I plant myself deep, my body stills, and I roar my release into her neck. Repeating her name over and over, I empty myself inside her.

  “Jesus, Avery. Fuck. You feel so good, baby. So, so fucking good.”

  I don’t stop the slow glide of my cock until I’ve milked the last of our mutual climaxes from our bodies, content with staying inside of Avery as long as she’ll let me.

  “Wow,” she breathes when our heart rates have finally calmed down.

  “I think this is more of a holy fuck moment, baby. Wow just doesn’t cover it,” I grin, stroking a piece of damp hair from her forehead.

  “Yeah, I tend to agree.”

  Withdrawing from her body, I watch as our joint release leaks from her pussy. Seeing that triggers something I haven’t felt before, so I go with it. With two of my fingers, I gather up some of the wetness, rubbing it into her mound before pushing what’s left over back inside her. I don’t stop until every last drop is back where it should be, and Avery’s begging me to make her come again. Which, mind you, I do four more times before we lay watching the sun rise together.

  Just as she’s dozing off to sleep, exhausted, and no doubt tender from my thorough worshipping of her beautiful body, I whisper into her hair,

  “You know what this means, baby?”

  “Mmhmm,” she mumbles sleepily, placing a soft kiss on my chest.

  “This means, you’re mine. Every single fucking piece of you is mine.”

  Feeling her smile against my chest, she quietly replies,

  “Well, then I suppose that means you’re mine too.”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely,” I say without hesitation.

  Closing my eyes, fucking ecstatic the outcome of tonight wasn’t what I’d expected, I’m just about to drift off when I hear,

  “I choose you, Tanner Fury Scott. I’ll always choose you.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  ~ Avery ~

  “I feel a spree coming on. It’s either a shopping one or a killing one. The choice is totally up to you.”

  - Avery to Sarge

  I wake up with a start realizing it has to be about midday if the way the sun is shining brightly through my curtains is anything to go by. However, that’s not what woke me.

  What woke me from the incredible dream I was having was Fury’s tongue rasping against the sensitive skin of my folds, flicking my clit. It seems the man is one of many talents, I muse, reaching do
wn, tangling my fingers in his hair. The way he’s stimulating all the nerve ending in my pussy has my toes curling as a long moan escapes my throat.

  “You taste fucking beautiful, baby,” he groans, burying his face between my legs sucking my clit into his mouth.

  Applying the perfect amount of pressure, Fury inserts two thick fingers into my core, curving them upward until they graze over the little bundle of nerves he knows will make me come harder than I’ve ever come before.

  He learned this about me last night. I might not have had much experience with men – until Fury all of which had been bad – but I’ve spent enough time pleasuring myself I was sure I needed clitoral stimulation to get off. I was wrong. Not that I’m complaining. The way Fury mapped my body and spent time learning what would make me moan and beg, and what would drive me wild was spectacular.