Storm - Dominant Protectors Book Two

by Jack Ellison

  I looked up into his eyes as he stood there naked in front of me. His hand guided mine back to his cock, and I began to jerk him off harder. He groaned again, clawing at my blouse hungrily with animalistic desire in his eyes.

  “This ain’t fair...” he said in a deep, soft voice. “Time you took something off, Abi.” He began fumbling at my blouse, large fingers struggling with the small buttons. I helped him with them, and before long my blouse was on the floor with the rest of his clothes.

  I leant forward, accentuating the cleavage of my breasts between the tight, push up bra I was wearing.

  “Oh, I guess you mean you want me to take more off...?” I said, teasing. I could still feel his hard cock brushing against me as I leant into him.

  I slipped my skirt down, wriggling out of it, and stood there before him in my sexy lingerie. His eyes were on me, and I felt a tight knot of pleasure in my stomach as his gaze roved my body.

  “Let’s go upstairs. Then you can take these off, too.” I walked from the kitchen, and he followed me as I went up the stairs. I felt his hand grab my butt through my panties.

  “Like what you see?” I said as I turned to him at the foot of my bed.

  He nodded, taking a step towards me.

  “Yeah. I wanna see what’s underneath them more, though.”

  I obliged, unfastening my bra and letting it drop from my shoulders. He stepped forward again, grabbing my breasts with his hands, massaging them gently. He leant down to kiss me while he played with my breasts. He pushed me back onto the bed so I was sitting down, and I groaned as he kneeled down to grab my panties with both hands.

  He looked into my eyes as he removed them, drawing my panties down my thighs slowly, teasing. I felt myself swelling, wet and horny already. He pulled them off completely and threw them over a shoulder.

  His eyes still on mine, he opened my legs by my thighs. Then his gaze went down past my breasts, all the way to my naked pussy. I could see his eyes widen with pleasure at the sight, and I longed for him to touch me. I felt my face flush.

  His gripped my legs under my knees, pushing them up and spreading them open further. Then he leant forward and kissed my lips, then my neck. He kissed his way down my breasts and stomach, and then my inner thigh.

  I gasped as he kissed my pussy, gently. Then his tongue began to caress me, and I felt a rush of pleasure run up from my pussy, up my stomach and into my spine.

  “Oh, Charlie. Yes...” I said softly. I put my hand on his head, pushing him into me.

  He gently kissed and sucked at me, his hands firm on my thighs. I hadn’t known pleasure like this in a long time, ever, in fact. I moaned softly as his tongue caressed me. I was incredibly turned on, wetness soaking the cover of the bed beneath my ass.

  I looked at him as he raised his handsome face above my stomach to look at me. He stood, and I could see his rock hard cock standing erect at the same level as my face.

  Guess he enjoyed that almost as much as me...

  Then, suddenly, he stooped down to pick something up for the floor at his feet. I looked down at his hands as he stood back up.

  Handcuffs.

  I gasped with mock surprise, still lying supine and submissive on the bed.

  “What are those for, officer?” I raised an eyebrow as he stepped onto the bed, lifting me to the headboard with strong hands and arms.

  “You said you were worried you’ve been naughty. Well, you have.” His knees were either side of my chest, his ass on my stomach. He lifted my hands further behind my head, and handcuffed me gently to the headboard. I frowned at him playfully, wriggling my body under his.

  “Guess you’ll have to teach me a lesson then,” I said firmly.

  He moved himself off of me and lifted me by the thighs again, angling my hips up towards his as he scooted towards me. His cock was inches from my pussy as he looked down at me, face contorted with passion.

  He held my thigh with one hand, and his cock with another as he edged forward, and began to tease me with his solid erection. I moaned with pleasure at the feeling.

  He began to push himself into me slowly, and I felt a strong urge to pull him onto me, to drive his cock deep inside me. But with my hands cuffed behind me, the frustration made me want it even more.

  “Fuck me Charlie. Please...” I moaned. He pushed himself into me, getting deeper with each push.

  He looked up at my eyes, mouth open in pleasure. His gaze went back to my pussy. It was so wet and I was so turned on that he slipped into me with ease.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s it, fuck.” I said gently, and he pushed himself fully into me, pushing my thighs open with strong hands, spreading my pussy as I took all of him into me.

  The pleasure was intense, and I gasped as he thrust into me gently. My hands cuffed to the bedpost made it almost unbearable. I longed for him to fuck me hard and fast, forgetting about self control, until he reached a climax. I didn’t care about anything else. I wanted to make him happy, and I was certainly enjoying myself in the process.

  His hands were under my knees in a firm, strong grip as he lifted them up, angling my hips to a perfect angle as he guided his cock in and out of me with strong thrusts.

  I gasped with every thrust, moaning his name. One of his hands grabbed at my breasts, which were standing pert, nipples solid. I moaned in pleasure at the sensation from his hard squeezing, along with the waves of pleasure spreading around my body from my pussy.

  It felt so good, I didn’t know if I could take it.

  “Ah shit, Abi,” He said through gritted teeth, “you’re so hot. Oh, fuck.” He was frowning, and he leant forward to unlock the handcuffs. His big, hard cock pushed into me deeper than before as he did so. I bit his muscled chest, which was inches from my face.

  I was grateful of the freedom, and sat forward to put my hands on his ass, guiding him in and out of me with increasing speed. He thrust into me, and I bit his chest again as his pace increased, strong muscles supporting him as he fucked me.

  His face was contorted with pleasure, and I kissed his lips hungrily. His tongue entered my mouth, caressing mine passionately.

  Pleasure almost turned to pain, it was so intense. I pushed him into me as hard as I could, feeling him fill me up.

  I screamed as an explosion of pleasure hit me, and my stomach clenched rhythmically with the waves of climax as they tightened my body.

  Charlie’s eyes were on mine as he watched me orgasm, still fucking me hard.

  “Wow, Abi.” He said gently, leaning down to kiss my neck.

  “Your turn.” I said, face still twisted with pleasure as I frowned up at him.

  He fucked me harder and faster, grunting with uncontrolled pleasure.

  “Come for me, Charlie. I want you to come.” I said, looking into his eyes as his cock pulsated within me.

  He half shouted, face frowning as he twitched jerkily. I felt him come, and my pussy clenched about his hard cock as it convulsed inside me. I moaned in pleasure, smiling at him as he came, thrusting hard, steady and deep into me.

  “Wow, fuck. That’s it, Charlie.” I said, whispering in eye as his thrusts slowed.

  His arms were trembling, barely able to keep his big muscled frame off of me. He kissed me deeply.

  Passion and pleasure began to fade. But I felt another feeling rise to take it’s place as we kissed.

  Could it be? Could I be falling him already?

  I didn’t think it was unlikely. He was hot, handsome, clever.

  And he’s got a nice cock, too. Wow.

  I kissed him back, hoping he had felt the same connection between us, too. I rested a dainty hand on his chest, enjoying the kiss, and the feeling of him still inside me as we both panted heavily.

  Charlie

  I AWOKE THE NEXT DAY, disorientated slightly as I studied the unfamiliar surroundings in the room. Then I remembered with a smile where I was. Abi’s. I looked down at the weight on my shoulder. Abi was still asleep, breathing gently as her head rested on my sh
oulder, her small hand resting on my chest. I sighed with pleasure at the memory of the previous night's activities.

  Damn. She’s even hotter naked. She’s perfect. Ain’t letting this one get away. And I’m gonna keep her safe, that’s for damn sure.

  Adrenaline rushed into my blood as I remembered her words about John “Goldie” O’Hanlan and his assault of Abi. I’d managed to remain calm at the time, my understated comment that he’d crossed the line masking the desire serious revenge.

  I needed to get to Goldie as soon as possible. I figured he’d be the final piece of the puzzle, if I could get him to squeal like a little pig. I grimaced wryly. Not good odds of things going any other way, I knew.

  He’ll talk, sure. Once I’ve hurt him.

  I felt a longing desire to stay with Abi. It was Saturday and we should just be relaxing in each other’s company. But she was in too much danger now for me to sit around. I had work to do. I wasn’t going to rest until I saw Mickey and anyone associated with him behind bars.

  I checked the time on the alarm clock next to Abi.

  Shit. 10:00am already. Need to get outta here.

  I shook Abi gently. She moaned as she stirred, smiling in her half sleep.

  “Abi. Wake up. I’ve gotta go.” I shook her gently again.

  “Don’t go, Charlie. Stay with me,” she said sleepily, snuggling against my chest. I could smell her, her scent and hair filling my nose.

  God, I wish I could stay here.

  “We’ll have plenty of time to relax once I’ve taken Mickey down. Trust me, babe. I gotta do this. Now.” I pushed her gently off me and she sighed with mild annoyance.

  “Ok, whatever Charlie. You’ve had what you came for and now you’re outta here.” I wasn’t sure if she was joking or not. I didn’t usually do very well with understanding women.

  “Listen. I’ll be back for you. Once Mickey is behind bars or dead. I mean it.” I looked down at her. She was gazing into my eyes, and didn’t seem to be listening to what I was saying, eyes heavy with desire.

  “I was joking, Charlie. Go. Do your thing. Go clean this town up, you handsome hero.” She smiled at me.

  I leant over and gave her a big passionate kiss on her lips, resisting the urge to roll over onto her warm, naked body.

  I jumped out of bed before I lost the small amount of willpower I was somehow using to leave her. I glanced back at her, smiling and waving as I went downstairs to get dressed; my clothes were still on the kitchen floor where we’d left them last night.

  “Remember, any trouble you call me. And you gotta make a decision about testifying. I’ll speak to the Lieutenant if you decide to do it. I’ll get it arranged by next week, promise.” She was nodding back at me, eyes on my naked body as I stood at the doorway. I stood there for a second, stretching my arms out and flexing my muscles for a second. Her eyes widened.

  I laughed as I ran downstairs to get dressed quickly, feeling like a naughty teenager as I left by the back door, effortlessly vaulting the back wall into the alleyway behind Abi’s back yard.

  A little while later I’d returned back to my apartment, had a quick shower and dressed into clean clothes. A quick donut and coffee was all I had time for before I headed out to my car, mind racing with ideas.

  How do I get hold of that scumbag, Goldie?

  I could cruise the streets, but last time I’d done so I had seen no sign of him. I’d already guessed that he’d had a word with Mickey, and taken a step or two up the scumbag ladder.

  Just as easy to slip as it is to climb, Johnny boy. And you’re gonna find out the hard way.

  An idea popped into my head suddenly. There was an old biker’s bar over the other side of town, Freddie’s. It had been the headquarters of the old O’Neill gang, and they’d been brazen enough to run their drug operation from the bar.

  I didn’t think Mickey would be as stupid, but I also wouldn’t be surprised if he’d taken his uncle's old bar back. Somewhere they could stay away from prying eyes, make deals with dirty cops and associates, organise distribution...

  And that’s where I’d find Goldie, if my assumption was correct.

  That’s the thing with gangsters. Most of the time they have no imagination. Too predictable. Trying to be what someone else was, trying to be like people who were dead or in jail.

  I shuddered to think what we’d be up against if we ever came up against an intelligent, original, subtle gangster with a decent imagination. I prayed that day never came.

  I checked my guns as I headed to my car, ensuring both were fully loaded. The weight of both against my body comforted me. I could draw and shoot a headshot in a second or so, and was deadly accurate. I’d taken plenty of hard men by surprise, disbelief on their faces as they dropped to the floor.

  Lightning reflexes, and years of nurturing an almost superhuman natural talent with handguns. Sometimes I wondered if I took after my namesake gunslinger more than I thought.

  I drove casually over to Frankie’s bar, focusing on remaining calm. My sharp eyes surveyed the road as I approached the bar, looking for any sign of activity. I couldn’t see anyone leaving or arriving as it was, and took a position a way back down the road from the bar. Far enough away to avoid too much suspicion, but near enough to keep an eye on the bar.

  There was no sign of much, other than some big mean looking bikes arrayed out the front of the bar. A few big, skinheaded figures emerged every now and again to smoke by the door. Black, sleeveless jackets. Some had bandanas. The biker uniform. Everyone who walked past the bar looked the other way. Most crossed the road well before getting near Freddie’s.

  A long time passed before I saw anything useful. Then someone caught my eye.

  A smaller, squatter, figure emerged from the bar with two other massive bikers. Gold teeth flashed in the early afternoon sun as he lit up a cigarette. A large beer was in his hand, and he drank it greedily, gut extending as he took big chugs.

  I frowned, nodding as I saw him.

  Got ya.

  It was a good few hours still until Goldie left the bar, staggering slightly. Drunk at 3pm. I figured it would make my job all the easier.

  He walked drunkenly over to his car which was parked near the bar, struggling with his keys as he opened the driver’s door. He set off, swerving only slightly as he drove. Hopefully back to his place. I smiled ironically at his surprisingly good driving.

  You’ve done this before, ain’t ya. Still, driving a little too slow. It’ll be easy to keep up, at least.

  I followed behind his car, amazed at the direct route he took back to his bungalow near the middle of town. Money and power had made him overconfident, it seemed. Decent sized, immaculate garden. Pool by the side of the house. Drug money extravagantly spent already, without regard of suspicion.

  What a moron.

  I gave him a minute to get out of his car, and stagger to his front door. I ran my hand over my short hair, watching as he approached his house.

  I quickly jumped out of my car, which I’d parked a way down the road from his house. He looked round in surprise as I vaulted his picket fence, his jaw slack , hand still on the open door in front of him.

  He raised his arms in attempted defence, turning to face me as I rushed across his lawn. But I was too quick for him. Anger surged through me, turning into raw power as I swung a right fist at his face, solid knuckles crunching against his cheekbone. He staggered back, head cracking against the doorframe as he half fell through his doorway.

  “You can’t come in here, Charlie. You ain’t got a warrant. Fuck off!” He had recovered slightly and stood, hands raised in defence. He’d adopted a rough fighter’s stance.

  I stepped in the house, slamming the door behind me.

  “Oh, I got my warrant right here.” I growled, hand in my trench coat. He looked in surprise at my jacket, confusion on his face.

  I swung my clenched fist from my jacket, swinging my arm in a savage backhanded punch that connected with his other cheekbone. H
e grunted and fell back, landing on his ass heavily.

  He attempted to rise, and I stepped in, swinging a leg in a brutal side kick, my shin connecting to his temple with a sickening crunch. He slumped back onto the floor.

  “Fucks sake, Charlie. You’re an animal. I ain’t done nothing wrong. What’s your problem?” I got the impression he was stalling, trying to get me to stop the savage beating he was about to get.

  Then all of a sudden he did something really stupid. A clumsy hand went to the small of his back, and he snarled savagely as he twisted, drawing something from the rear of his pants.

  My glock was in my hand in an instant, recoil pulsing up through my arm as I shot him in the shoulder. The gunshot cracked out through the house. Followed by Goldie screaming in pain as he writhed, right arm useless.

  “Now that was a really, really stupid idea. You fucking moron.” I stood motionless, left hand at my side, right hand holding my gun casually. I waited to see if he was going to try anything else.

  I need him alive. But if he wants to die, ain’t much I can do about it.

  He writhed on the floor, gasping with pain and cursing at me.

  “Shut up, John. It’s not that bad. Try anything else, and you’re dead. If you don’t believe me just do something stupid.” He snarled at me, anger and pain equal on his ugly features.

  “That was for hitting Abi. You’re lucky I’m able to show restraint, or you’d be a pulverized, useless mess on the floor. I told you not to try and think, didn’t I John? I told you not to be greedy. You’ve let me down, again.” I shook my head, tutting.

  “Now, as it is no one knows I’m here. I’m looking into Mickey solo, and I’ve been damn sly about it so far. So if you think anyone’s coming to help, you’re wrong.” He winced, managing to sit up, hand at the wound in his chest that was pulsing blood onto his wooden floor.

  “So, here’s how this went down in my report. I came here to ask you a few questions. Friendly like. You swung at me. I hit you. You drew a gun and got shot. Oh, and my word against yours. A known weasel, snitch. Lowest of the low.” I looked down at him, cowering pathetically in front of me.