by Levine, Nina
“Darlin’,” he rasped, pulling his mouth from mine, which made me want to cry out my disappointment. “We need to stop this now or else I’m not gonna be able to stop. I’d happily fuck you on this lounge if it’s what you wanted, but I doubt it is.”
I took hold of his face. “I need your lips on mine for at least another five minutes, and if you can’t control yourself, that’s on you.” My words came out on a huff of bossy breathlessness, because that was what a kiss from Devil did to me. I could only imagine what sleeping with him would do. Hell, he might cause me to stop breathing all together.
His eyes widened a fraction before he grinned. “Jesus, you’re something else, woman.”
And then he gave me what I wanted.
And I knew what his answer would be about whether this was just sex or not.
This was never going to just be about sex.
* * *
“Your pussy tastes sweeter than I imagined,” Devil said as he moved his way up my body, pressing kisses to as much of my skin as he could along the way.
After just over an hour at Flirt, driving each other crazy for sex, he’d leant over and growled in my ear, “I’m done, here. I want you on the back of my bike, and then I want you on your back. And don’t think for a second that you’ll be leaving my place before tomorrow.”
I hadn’t argued, because what woman would ever disagree with a man like Devil when he took charge like that?
Meeting his gaze as his face came closer to mine, I said, “You imagined what it would taste like?”
He positioned his body over mine, his hard cock teasing me. Devil had gotten me naked faster almost than I could blink. I’d hardly had time to take a look at his home before he’d undressed me. That was pretty much as soon as he closed his front door behind us.
Once he had me naked, he’d thrown me over his shoulder and walked us into his lounge room. He’d rummaged in a cupboard for a blanket, thrown it on the lounge room floor, and positioned me in the middle of it. I’d watched, transfixed, as he’d stripped. Every glorious inch of his body had been revealed to me, and I’d been like a kid at Christmas, practically bouncing with excitement to find out exactly what was inside my present.
Devil really was like a present. An exquisitely wrapped one with his beautifully inked skin. I’d only had a taste of what was inside, and I needed more. I wanted to know everything that was inside this man. His thoughts, feelings, hopes, regrets, flaws, strengths, weaknesses, talents, disappointments, successes… all of the things that made him who he was.
And that frightened me a little, because I knew I was the kind of person who didn’t do things by halves. When I was in, I was all in, and it scared people off. It certainly scared men off. I couldn’t count the number of guys I’d started dating who had fled the minute I wanted everything all at once. I had tried to change this about myself, but I couldn’t change the one thing about me that caused it—I felt things on such a deep level that they consumed me. And I’d never found a man who could handle that.
Devil dipped his mouth to mine and kissed me before saying, “Since the moment we met, I haven’t stopped thinking about what you’d taste like.”
I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “Seriously, every word out of your mouth gets me wetter. You could probably just keep talking and I’d come.”
He grinned. “We’ll have to test that theory out one day, but not today. Today I’ve got other plans.”
“I hope they include your tongue inside me again.” Oh, God, please say yes.
“They include more than just that inside you, darlin’.”
I let him go as he pushed up, and then I watched in anticipation as he lowered his lips to my pussy again.
His eyes held mine as he licked slowly from one end to the other, before sucking my clit into his mouth.
My back arched.
My arms flung out and gripped the blanket.
Fuck, yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
I closed my eyes as the pleasure he gave rippled through me. It started out small and grew in intensity until every last cell in my body sung with adoration for everything that was Devil.
His tongue.
His lips.
His hands.
And his God-given talent for using all those things together in the way I was pretty sure God meant them to be used. Well, maybe not, but I was, again, almost certain every woman on earth would agree with me there.
As he brought me closer to orgasm, a chant I had no control over fell from my mouth. A combination of his name and God’s name and a few swear words. I could hardly hear myself over the rush of bliss roaring through me, but I knew words were flowing.
When I finally fell over the edge and lingered in that divine space of pleasurable nothingness, Devil’s strong hands moved along my body, up to my waist where he gripped me with one hand while the other one slid up my back to take hold of my neck. He pulled me to a sitting position, bringing our mouths together. Nipping my bottom lip with his teeth, he rasped, “Listening to you say my name over and over has my dick so fucking hard.”
I opened my eyes to find him staring at me, full of need. Reaching for his cock, I said, “It’s my turn now.”
He stopped me with a shake of his head, his hand pushing mine away from its destination. “No, darlin’, I need in this sweet pussy. You can suck my dick later, but right now, I’m gonna come inside of you.”
Before I had a chance to respond, he had me on my back with my legs spread while he reached for a condom in his wallet.
“I honestly figured you for a guy who’d fuck me from behind, maybe with your hand around my throat,” I said, watching his muscles flex as he moved. Goddam, he was gorgeous. My pussy clenched, desperate to have him inside.
He took hold of his cock and ran it through my wetness before rubbing the tip of it over my clit. Over and over in a delicious rhythm that caused my body to arch up again.
His eyes met mine, dark with desire. “That’ll come, but the first time I fuck you”—he pushed his cock inside me, not far, but enough for me to miss it when he pulled back out—“I wanna watch your face while I stamp my name on your tongue.” He caught my lips in a long, deep kiss, and then added, “I’m going to show you how it feels to be fucked by a man who is so fucking caught up in you that all he can think about is you and when he’ll next get to see you. You ever had that, darlin’?”
Oh, fuck, I had never had that. I was sure of it, because I’d never felt the way Devil made me feel. He’d lit a fire in me, and it had spread from my mind to my core and out to my fingertips and toes.
I couldn’t think straight.
I couldn’t process my feelings.
All I saw was him.
All I felt was him.
And all I knew, right then, was him.
“No,” I whispered, “I’ve never had that.”
He growled as he entered me, and it vibrated through my body, setting off another round of extreme pleasure. My breaths turned into pants when he started fucking me. Good God, his dick was huge. I’d never been filled so well. It was exquisite, and worked me into such a state that I found myself clawing my fingernails into his skin while I begged him to fuck me harder. Rougher.
With his body on top of me and my limbs around him, his eyes clung to mine. “You want it harder?”
I dug my fingers into his back. “Yes.”
He pulled out and then slammed his dick into me harder. “More?” The word left his lips on another growl. The kind of deep, masculine sound that did all kinds of good shit to me.
I wondered how much harder he could give it to me. Tightening my arms around him, I demanded, “Yes, more.”
“Fuck,” he roared as he gave me everything he had.
I’d never been fucked the way Devil was fucking me. It was rough and dirty, and I couldn’t get enough. He gave me the whole experience—his dick pounding into me, eyes that never left mine, a powerful body that commanded my attention, guttural sounds tha
t told me how into me he was, and dominance that excited me.
He took me on a ride I never wanted to get off, and when my toes curled and my core quivered, and I came, I knew I’d do anything to have him again. Devil had made good on his promise. He’d stamped his name on my tongue. Hell, he’d engraved himself all over me, so much so that I wasn’t sure I’d ever look at another man again.
Devil
My phone woke me the next morning, dragging me from the best fucking dream I’d ever had. Hailee featured in it, and for all my efforts to stay with it, the fucking phone made sure I didn’t.
I flung my arm out towards the bedside table in search of my phone but failed in my attempt. When it stopped ringing, I gave up and reached for Hailee.
I found an empty bed.
What the fuck?
I thought for sure she’d still be here after the night we had last night. And it wasn’t the sex that blazed front and centre in my mind. It was the way she managed to make me anticipate what was to come between us. I hung off every word she said, every smile she sent my way, the way she saw everything. The thrill of not knowing what I was gonna get from her next could become an addiction. I wanted to sit and talk with her for hours. I wanted to reach deep into her mind so I could know her. Really know her.
I wanted to see the parts of her she showed no one else.
Leaving my bed, I threw on some shorts, brushed my teeth and headed out to the kitchen. I needed coffee. And hopefully I’d find Hailee there, too.
She wasn’t in the kitchen, but I did find her in the lounge room. I slowed as she came into view when I entered the room. She sat cross-legged on the blanket I’d spread across the floor the night before, with her hands resting on her knees and her eyes closed. I wasn’t sure, but she appeared to be meditating.
Resting my shoulder against the wall, I crossed my arms in front of me while I watched her. I loved that she had thrown one of my tees on. There was something about seeing a woman who did crazy good shit to you, in your clothes.
A good few minutes passed before she said, “Morning.” She didn’t stop what she was doing, though. She simply carried on in silence after taking a moment to acknowledge my presence.
“Mornin’, darlin’. You do this every morning?”
She nodded and murmured, “Yeah.”
I pushed off from the wall. “I don’t want to interrupt you. I’m gonna make coffee. You want one?”
She turned then and hit me with a smile that woke every part of me up. “I’d love a coffee, thank you.”
Her legs unfolded and she spread them out in front of her, drawing my attention there. The only thing in my mind after that was the memory of those legs hugging me last night.
As I stood staring at her legs, lost in thought, her soft laughter floated through the air. “Am I not getting coffee now?”
My eyes found hers again. “Yeah, but as soon as you’re finished in here, I want your ass in the kitchen.” Without waiting for her to reply, I walked out of the room.
Christ, it was hard to take those steps when all I wanted to do was bend her over and fuck her again. But I also wanted to give her the space to finish whatever it was she’d been doing.
“Devil.”
My step faltered at the sound of her right behind me. Spinning around, we came face-to-face.
Hailee was fucking perfect.
Even first thing in the morning when her mascara from the night before was a little smudged and her hair a little messy.
Especially first thing in the morning.
I ran my finger down her cheek and along her jaw. Holding her eyes, I said, “Why do you wear so much makeup when you’re fucking beautiful without it?”
Her lips curled as she smiled. That smile made it all the way to her eyes, too, as she reached for my waist. Her fingers ghosted over my skin lightly before she gripped me. Moving closer, she stood on her toes and planted a good-morning kiss on my mouth.
Hailee’s morning kisses were something I was going to work hard to experience on a regular basis. She didn’t stop at one; she kept going until our bodies melded together, our arms clung to each other and we were breathless. She tasted like toothpaste, and I loved that she’d felt comfortable enough to use my stuff.
When she finished kissing me and tried to pull away, I grabbed my tee she wore and pulled her back to me. My other hand held her ass as I said, “You don’t think a man could be satisfied with a few kisses, do you?”
She slid a hand over my shoulder and up into my hair at the back of my neck. “I’m dying for a coffee. I’ve been awake for at least an hour, and believe me when I tell you that if I don’t get caffeine in the morning, I’m a grumpy bitch.”
I gripped her ass harder. “First, you might be dying for coffee, but I’m dying for pussy. Second, why the fuck didn’t you wake me an hour ago? I could have had my fill, and you could be on your way to caffeine. And third”—I dipped my mouth to her neck and sucked her there for a moment before glancing up—“I’d like to see the grumpy, bitchy side of you. I think it’d get my dick even harder for you.”
She moved her hands so she could push against my chest. “I hate to break it to you, bossman, but I have to go to work today. There’s no pussy worshipping time available to you this morning.”
As I let her go, I said, “You’re fucking killing me here, Hailee. How long do I have?”
“You have the time it takes you to make me a coffee and talk to me for fifteen minutes. Then I have to go home so I can get ready.”
“Your take-charge attitude turns me on, but let’s remember who’s the boss here.” Truth be told, I could go all day with her trying to boss me.
She lifted a brow. “Let’s remember who has the pussy here.”
I snaked my arm around her waist and yanked her back to me. Bending my mouth to her ear, I growled, “And let’s remember just how wet that pussy is for me. I’ll give you your coffee and conversation this morning, but to be clear, you’re back in my bed tonight, and my dick will be deep inside you more than once.”
Her breaths came faster at that. Finding my eyes again after I let her go, she said, “Damn, you are demanding.”
“I am. Now move that sweet ass into my kitchen so I’m not wasting a minute of the time I have left with you this morning.”
She did as I said, and a minute later, I had her sitting on my kitchen counter while I made us coffee. Her legs dangled over the edge while she leant back and rested her hands behind her. I loved how at home she looked. How at ease she seemed with me already.
“How long have you been with Storm?”
I filled the kettle and spooned coffee into mugs. “Seven years.”
“How old were you then?”
“Twenty-five.”
“What made you join? Like, did you grow up around the club?”
I rested my ass against the counter and folded my arms over my chest while I waited for the kettle to boil and contemplated sharing the truth of my story with Hailee. I didn’t usually tell it to anyone and especially not women I wanted to sleep with, but I already knew I wanted something with her. And if she couldn’t accept my club ties, we had no chance at anything.
“You sure you wanna know that story, darlin’? It’s probably not one you’d like.”
“If there’s one thing I’ve learnt in my thirty years, it’s that perfection doesn’t exist. Everyone’s story is filled with imperfection. And who am I to judge yours?”
“Why the fuck did it take us so long to meet? I’ve been going to that pub for years, and not once have I seen you play there.”
She smiled. “I think we meet people when we’re supposed to. When we need them.”
I uncrossed my arms and let them drop to my sides. “That seems like very fucking woo-woo-out-there kinda shit. I’m not sure I buy into that. What about the people we meet that are assholes? What do we need them for?”
Her smile grew. “Maybe they need us. Maybe they’ll teach us a lesson, in which case we do need th
em.”
The kettle boiled at that point, and I turned to make coffee. “Milk? Sugar?”
“Just a tiny splash of milk, please. No sugar.” I heard her feet hit the floor, and a moment later, her arm slid around my waist. “So will you tell me your story about Storm, or will I have to wait for that?” She paused for a second. “Just so you know, I’m down for waiting. We’ve got all the time to get to our stories.”
I turned my face to look at her. “Yeah, we do,” I murmured. “I think I might leave that one for another day.” She really wasn’t ready for that one.
The smile on her face seemed to have settled there. “Okay, you’ve gotta give me three things about you, then. Anything. And then I’ll give you three things about me.”
Shifting on my feet, I turned my body to face her. I loved that she kept her hand on my waist. “What shit do you wanna know, gorgeous?”
She thought about that for a minute, and then her smile morphed into a grin. “Tell me your favourite movie.”
That was an easy one. Growing up, we’d watched it over and over to the point I could recite it along with the characters. “The Karate Kid.”
“You surprise me, Devil. I thought for sure you were gonna say some violent action flick. Any others?”
I had to dig deep, because I didn’t watch movies often. “What’s the name of that one with that chick from the movie with the bus that the guy from The Matrix was in? The chick from the bus movie takes in a poor kid who goes on to become a top football player.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Your clues are a mess, dude, but it’s The Blind Side. And it’s Sandra Bullock who stars in it.”
“Good flick. Fucking loved her character.” I pulled her closer to me. “What are your favourites?”
“My absolute favourite movie ever is Marley and Me.”
“The dog flick, yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Guaranteed to make any chick bawl.” I made a mental note to watch it with her simply for the opportunity to get her in my arms when she started crying.
She nodded and her hand squeezed my waist as she said, “Okay, favourite thing to do on a Sunday.”