by Lane Hart
“You’ll never find it unless I tell you where it is,” I assure him, since it’s turned off and stuffed under my mattress. I take lightning very seriously.
Blowing out another frustrated minty breath that flutters over my face, he looks me right in the eye and flexes his fingers that are still clutching my side. “Am I gonna have to tickle you again?”
Lightning shoots across the sky, making the room flicker with a bluish tint right before a booming crack of thunder strikes so loudly in the silence that I let out a shriek. I swear I hear the windows in the apartment rattle from the intensity.
The guy holding me hostage looks over his shoulder at the apartment behind him, then turns back to me with his brow furrowed. “Why is all your furniture shoved against the windows?” he asks.
“Ah, well, it’s just nice to have an extra layer of protection between the windows and the storm.”
“Uh-huh,” he mutters, like he thinks I’m crazy. To most normal people, I probably am a little insane.
But they’ve never had their worst fear take the lives of both of their parents.
“Why haven’t you left town yet?” the guy asks. “Why didn’t you leave with Audrey?”
“Because I didn’t want to,” I answer.
“When the governor says you need to evacuate, you should probably listen,” he argues.
“No.”
“So, you’re just gonna stay here, alone, during the worst hurricane ever to hit the coast?” he asks. I have to swallow past the panic climbing up my throat before I can answer.
“Yes.”
“What about your parents? They must be worried sick,” he says.
“My parents are dead.”
“Shit, that sucks,” he says in a rush. And instead of apologizing for something that wasn’t even in his control to begin with like most people, he says, “My dad’s dead too. I never even got to meet him.”
“Seriously?” I ask in surprise.
“Yeah,” he replies, then huffs out a laugh. “I didn’t even find out who he was until a few years ago. By then, my mom told me he was already dead.”
“That sucks,” I tell him, repeating his own words.
“Yeah, it does. But I was able to find out who he was. He built the entire Savage Kings MC and was their president before he died of cancer.”
“So that’s why it means so much for you to get your patch?” I guess.
“Yeah,” he says on an exhale before he realizes I’ve tried to change the subject. “Now that we’ve bonded over our mutual parental loss, how about you do me a solid and give me your phone?”
Dammit. Now he had to go and put a guilt trip on me.
I don’t want him to get in trouble with my brother. At the same time, though, I’m pissed at Warren, and I’m not going to leave the comfort of my safe and dry apartment either.
But this guy is persistent. Eventually, he may even find my phone. When he talks to my brother, he’ll know who I am and then I wouldn’t put it past him to throw me over his shoulder and haul me out of here if Warren says to do it. He seems very dedicated to the leather jacket gods and his long-lost father.
If I’ve learned anything during my three years of college, it’s that there’s one thing that always works on men to get what I want. Besides, this guy is incredibly hot, and my inhibitions are low, thanks to the Xanax I’ve been popping like Tic Tacs ever since the weatherman first said the word “hurricane” a few days ago.
All I need is to postpone him a little longer, and then it’ll be too bad outside to leave, even if I wanted to. That’s not something I’m looking forward to either, but we’re on the second floor of my building where the water can’t reach us. As long as the windows hold, we’ll be just fine for a few days.
So, I look him right in his gray eyes and say, “Fuck me, and the phone is all yours.”
The handsome stranger stares down at me, unblinking, like he’s trying to figure out if I’m joking or not.
“You can’t be serious,” he eventually says, still holding my wrists above my head while his big, hard body presses me into the door just a tiny bit harder.
“What’s your name?” I ask him, blowing a strand of my dark hair out of my eyes.
“Maddox.”
“Well, Maddox, the storm is getting worse, so unless you’re going to go out into it to find another phone, you better hurry.”
“Hurry, and…fuck you?” he reiterates.
“That’s right,” I tell him. “Haven’t you noticed? This is an all-girl university. You’re the first guy my age that I’ve seen in a very long time.”
“Are you screwing with me?” he asks.
“Nope.”
“Are you...are you a virgin?” he asks. I’m not sure if his voice sounded hopeful or wary.
“No.” Despite my innocent little girl appearance, I’ve been with three men.
“No?” he repeats.
“I traded my virginity to my Physics professor last year.”
“You’re kidding," Maddox says.
“Well, it was more than once. I was failing, so it took a few times before I finally got a C, then the C turned into a B, then the B to an A. Eventually, it was just extra credit and I made it to the top of my class.”
“You were sleeping with your professor to improve your grades.”
Nodding, I continue to tell him something that no one else knows about me. “Professor Burrows would lock the auditorium doors after class was over, and then fuck me right there on his desk.”
“That’s pretty hardcore and…kind of hot,” Maddox says, his eyes lowering to my lips.
“So, what’s it gonna be?” I ask. “Clock’s ticking.”
“Why do you want me? We just met, and I-I don't even know your name.”
“Does any of that really matter to you?” I question, knowing by the tenting in his jeans that the answer is no.
Chapter Three
Maddox
“Does any of that really matter to you?”
Her response is echoing around in my head, yet for some reason, I can no longer remember the question I asked.
It’s absolutely horrible timing, I know, but all the blood in my head is accumulating in my dick that’s now so swollen that it’s throbbing in time with my racing heartbeat.
And what other choice do I have here? I need to use her phone. Sure, there are other phones in the world, but I’m here and she’s so warm and close to me. I mean, her phone is close. It seems like my virginity is a small price to pay to be with the tiny seductress in exchange for a few calls on her cell, which could mean getting my patch or losing it all.
Honestly, I don’t even know why I’ve waited this long to have sex. There were no women in military school. Then, even though I was horny as shit, I didn’t actually want my first time to be with a club slut who could blink and forget it ever happened.
I may not know this girl’s name, but she’s beautiful and she’s making me an offer I couldn’t refuse even if I tried.
“We’ll have to make this fast,” I warn her. I’m sure I won’t be able to last long, even if I wasn’t in a hurry and needed to find War’s sister. At least she’s out of town and safe in the mountains by now. I just need to let War know she was gone before I got here. I’m sure he’ll understand…
“If it’s going to be fast, then you better get me ready,” she replies.
“Get you ready?” I repeat in confusion.
“I want it to be good for me too,” she says, and understanding finally dawns. She wants me to finger her or to go down on her—maybe both—first. The thought of doing either has my eyes glassing over, making the apartment blurry with a hazy lust. If I get any more turned on, I may very well go blind.
“Right, yeah, I want it to be good for you too,” I tell her, even though the only sexual experience I have is sneaking off to my room to dry hump a girl in my bed once. I was fourteen and my parents were home, but busy entertaining their dinner guests. That was when I went to sch
ool with girls too, before they shipped me off to the military academy.
I’ll be damned if I tell this girl all of that, though.
Fake it until you make her come is my new motto.
I still have her pinned to the apartment door at my mercy, and she basically just gave me a green light to do anything I want to her.
Fuck, where do I even start? I mean, I’ve watched porn but I’m guessing that the down and dirty fucking isn’t what real women want.
Kissing.
I should probably start by kissing her, right?
I don’t ask her that but instead lower my lips to hers to give it a try. She moans, and I feel her body go limp in my grip. Her pinned wrists lower a few inches and her stomach, where my thumb is pressed into, dips with her gasping breath. Since her lips are already parted, I slip my tongue in to touch hers, and…thunder crashes.
The world shakes under my boots.
It’s fucking amazing.
And there’s a chance it could also be the storm outside, but I’m pretty sure it’s her.
Us.
While our kiss deepens, my left hand slides under her pajama top, and then it’s cupping her heavy, braless tit, my thumb strumming her beaded nipple. She’s so soft and smooth and…perfect.
Damn, I wish my other hand was available to get to her other breast. But I’m afraid that if I let her hands go, she’ll touch me and then this will be over before it gets started. I have to keep my hips back for the same reason, unable to endure her grinding against the bulge in the front of my jeans.
“Lower,” she whispers against my lips. And even though I know exactly what and where she’s referring to, I move my hand down her side and then give the elastic of her pajama bottoms a tug.
“You want me to get rid of these for you?” I ask.
“Uh-huh,” she agrees with a puff of air against my mouth and a vigorous nod, so I yank them down so hard, they puddle around her feet.
I have to break our kiss then because I need to get a look at her in her panties before I rip them off too.
She’s wearing a miniscule pair made out of pale pink satin. It’s not a thong but it’s just as sexy. And fuck, I need to touch her.
Unsure where to start, I run my knuckle from the top of the waistband down the silky material covering her mound until I get to the hot, wet spot in the center.
When she squirms against the door in response, I tell her, “Looks like I found another place where you’re ticklish.”
“Keep going,” she gasps, eyes heavy-lidded when she looks up at me.
There’s no way I’ll be the one to put a stop to this.
She’s offering herself up to me, a starving man, like she’s an all-you-can-eat buffet of naughty temptation.
Since I want to see her in nothing but the panties, I yank her pajama top up, pulling her head through it and leaving the material on her arms that are still raised and trapped above her head. Then I take a step back while keeping my grip on her wrists to take in every delicious inch.
Fuck, she’s perfect. All-natural tits big enough to jiggle, but not so big and overwhelming that I can’t handle them, and a lean narrow waist before a swell of hips right where the dainty panties cover the best part. Leaning down, I capture the nipple I haven’t touched yet in my mouth. I give it a suck before ravishing it with my tongue. Switching to place a few kisses on the other breast, I glance down to watch my big, calloused hand disappear down the front of her feminine little panties. It’s an obscene sight—like I’m too roughneck to be touching such a petite, innocent woman in such a vulgar way.
“God, yes,” she gasps when my fingertips reach the top of her slit.
“Lower?” I ask.
“Yes.”
She’s so wet my middle finger sinks right inside of her slick pussy.
Another crack of thunder sounds behind me at the same time, making her body clamp down on my finger and reminding me there’s a hurricane coming. I’m supposed to be doing something important.
Fuck if I remember what it was right this second, standing in this apartment, with a beautiful woman letting me get inside of her pink panties.
Letting her nipple slip from my mouth, I ask, “You okay?”
“Uh-huh. Don’t stop,” she tells me.
I slant my mouth over hers to start kissing her again, and my eyes fall shut as her body relaxes, allowing my finger to sink deep inside of her before I start pumping it in and out. Her hips swivel, and she moans against my lips as I get her good and ready to take my cock. It’s a big one, if I do say so myself. And right now, it doesn’t really seem possible that it’ll all fit inside of someone so small.
My eyes pop open when there’s another flash of lightning, immediately followed by a rumble of thunder.
“Shit, that was close,” I grumble.
“Yeah,” she agrees. “Take me to my bedroom.”
Yes! A bed is exactly what we need to get this done.
Without further instructions, I release her wrists, letting them lower as I scoop her up by both ass cheeks and turn around to find a fucking bed. And it needs to be soon because now those damp panties and all that lies underneath are pressed against my aching cock that’s trapped behind my zipper.
“This one,” she directs me to the first room on the left. There’s an overhead light on, showing a nice room with a high ceiling, photos of dolphins and sea turtles on the walls…with two tall dressers in front of the windows. It looks strange as shit but before I can ask about it, I spot the perfectly made bed done up in what other color but more ultra girly pink.
There could be dancing unicorns on it for all I care. It’s our final destination, the spot where I’m finally going to lose my virginity. Thank fuck. I was almost as worried about losing it before getting patched in as a Savage King as I am about getting patched in. The Kings are badasses, not pussy virgins, that’s for sure.
I lower her to the bed and follow her down, groaning when our bodies line right up in the way God intended.
She rolls her hips to rub herself against the bulge running down the thigh of my jeans, while at the same time, her hands push my cut down my shoulders. I draw back from her and kneel between her legs, removing my cut and then peeling my T-shirt over my head as her hands fumble with my belt buckle. Before I can stand up to finish getting undressed, she pops the button on my jeans and lowers the zipper, then shoves my pants and boxers down my thighs. When my cock finally springs free, she leans forward and grabs the base of it, leaning forward and giving the tip a gentle lick.
“Jesus,” she whispers, reaching up to run her free hand down my abs. She uses one fingernail to trace the muscles on my stomach before taking a deep, steadying breath and lowering her head to lick the underside of my cock, letting her tongue linger over every inch as she makes her way back up to the head. Wrapping her lips around the crown, she swirls her tongue around, sending a jolt of such intense pleasure through me that I feel my balls tighten. There’s no way in hell I’m going to embarrass myself by blowing a surprise load in her mouth when we’re just getting started, so I reach down to grab her breast, then bend down to her, pulling my cock away as I kiss her and force her back down to the mattress.
“I want to try to suck it,” she gasps as I begin kissing my way down her neck.
“You’ll get plenty of chances,” I growl in reply. She gasps and laughs as my tongue finds the spot on her side I had tickled earlier, and she grabs my head as she tries to roll away.
When she pushes my head, I dive lower, my chin pushing down the waistband of her dainty pink panties as I press my lips and tongue into the dark, neatly-trimmed patch of hair on her mound. I grab her hips and rise up just enough to drag her panties down her legs. While I have her knees raised, I press my face into her, licking each of her lower lips before forcing my tongue deeper into her.
Her legs tremble as she reaches up to dispose of her panties, then she collapses back onto her pillows. She gasps and moans as my lips find her clit. I trap
it and suck on it, lashing at it with my tongue. She grabs the comforter in both fists as my mouth becomes frantic on her pussy, her bucking hips spurring me on until her thighs clamp together and her stomach clenches under my hand.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screeches as she slams her pussy into my face, the orgasm that rips through her seeming to last forever as my jaw begins to ache from the relentless tongue-lashing I’m giving her. Once she finally collapses back onto the comforter and her thighs fall open, I rest my chin on her mound and eye her warily. I’m not entirely sure if what just happened was a good thing.
“You okay up there?” I snort.
“Getting better,” she gasps, her breasts trembling with her rapid breaths. She reaches down to give my hair a gentle tug, and I stand up to finish stripping off my pants. “Do you have a condom?”
I nod and manage to dig out my wallet, where the single condom I’ve kept for “emergencies” is stored. It looks a little worse for wear, but I toss it on the bed while I struggle to get the rest of my clothes off. Tearing the condom open, she looks me up and down as I stand beside her bed.
“God, I hope these are big enough.” She laughs as she reaches over to grab my throbbing cock and force the rubber down my length. When it’s fully unrolled, she pauses, staring at my cock in her hand with a blank expression I can’t read.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her as I kneel on the bed, leaning in to kiss her and lead her back down to the mattress.
“Nothing, I was just thinking I’ve never run out of condom before.” She grins, reaching down between us and lining up our bodies. Once she guides me to her opening, she grabs my hips, eagerly pulling me toward her.
I resist only for a moment, confused by what she said. “You’ve never run out of condoms?” I try to clarify.
“No, I’ve never run out of condom,” she laughs. “You’ve got too much cock for this brand. I’ve never seen one unroll all the way before and still have skin left. Now quit talking,” she demands as she leans up to kiss me, while still pulling at my hips.
I give myself over to the moment, kissing her fiercely as I let her guide me forward. She sets the pace with her hands on my hips, pulling me to her and almost slamming her pussy onto me, before a trembling gasp breaks free from her lips as she pauses, wiggling her hips as if struggling to pack more of me inside.