Famished (The Broken Series)

by Ellie Messe

  She obediently moves and rests in the center of the mattress.

  “Pick your poison.” I nod to the bowl of condom while removing my shirt.

  I have every shape and color you can imagine in the condom department. Everything from flavored to textured, even a few all natural organic brands for the picky ones.

  Taking an aluminum square out she holds it between her fingers as I shed my remaining clothes. Pulling the rolled rubber from the package, she kneels in front of me on the mattress and rolls the condom on. I know it’s been way too long when I’m ready to nut just from having a girl’s hand on my dick.

  Pulling back she looks up at me, I give her a nod to continue and let her mouth melt away the stress. It’s not enough to make it disappear completely but at least it’s starting to get a little fuzzy around the edges.

  Removing myself from her mouth, I grab her throat and lift her mouth to mine. Interesting, she went with a grape flavored condom, I was prepared for warming or textured.

  Still holding her throat, I shove her back to the mattress and climb on top of her. Something I quickly learned about her is you can tell by her eyes when she’s at her limit. Her favorite thing is being choked and the first time I ever did it, I was scared I was going to kill her. Imagine my shock when she demanded I squeeze harder, I believe her exact words were, ‘Don’t be a pussy.’ If she’s not being bruised, she’s not happy. It’s a fine line.

  Adding more pressure, a moan vibrates against my palm. Her gasp is cut short as I shove inside her without warning. I can’t imagine that being pleasant for a woman but hey, it’s what she’s into.

  The great thing about a girl who likes pain means you can be as rough and hard as you want cause it only spurs her on more. Sending wave after wave of punishing blows, my thighs start to cramp. I’m glad this girl doesn’t have expectations because it’s been almost a week without any pussy at all and I’m feeling selfish. Releasing her throat, I roll her over and slap her ass hard enough to bruise. She cries out, arching her ass towards me.

  Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull her head back and slam my weight into her small frame.

  She screams, her eyes closing, fingers digging into the sheets.

  “Shh.” I chastise, sending another slap against her ass. I can already see my handprint welting on her caramel skin.

  She moans behind closed lips and her obedience feeds my need.

  “Squeeze when it’s too much.” I tell her, slapping her ass again. Her cries echo through the house and for the first time I’m glad I don’t have a roommate. Not that I care if they hear, but I imagine a girl screaming like this might make them a bit uncomfortable. Slapping the same spot a few more times she gives my hand a squeeze.

  Releasing her hair, my fingers wrap around her throat for the finale. She knows what’s about to happen, her hands come up to hold my hand, prepared to warn me since I can’t see her face as I pass my boundaries and literally start choking her. Foreplay is mostly pressure, the finale is when she can’t breathe.

  Using my free hand I hold her hip in place as I buck violently. Her groans are cut off by my hand but I can feel her body trembling. Another couple of violent blows and her body seizes, clinging to my dick like it’s life support. Her hands squeeze mine and I release her immediately, grabbing both her hips, I ride her wave, pistoning into her body until I get that moment of nothingness. That small gap of time where nothing on this earth matters, no drama, no demons, nothing but feeling. Jesus Christ, for being only five days my body is acting like it was five years.

  Pulling out, I lay down beside her and smack her bruising ass. “Good game.” I say breathless.

  She chuckles, rolling her head to face me. “Feel better?”

  “I do actually.”

  “Good, me too.”

  “You’re a scary chick, you know that?”

  She laughs again, rolling over to collect her pants off the floor. “So I’ve been told. You wanna talk about the Haley thing?”

  “Nah.”

  “You sure? You know I’m not gonna say anything.”

  I rub my face with the heels of my hands, “Hales took off.”

  “Took off? Where?”

  “We don’t know. She got in a car with her brother on Saturday and we haven’t seen her since. I got a call from her on Tuesday, said she wasn’t coming back.”

  “I thought her and Parker were a thing.”

  “They are. Were? I don’t fucking know.”

  “Do you know why she took off?”

  “Family shit I guess.” I know I can trust Danica, but I can’t betray Haley. It’s not my story to tell and truth be told, I don’t even know if I could tell it. There’s so much I don’t understand.

  “Give it time. She’s a tough chick, she’ll be alright. I’m sure she’ll come back when shit settles down.”

  “Yeah, maybe.”

  “Coming from a girl who’s had to pack up and leave because of family bullshit, trust me when I say she won’t be gone forever.”

  Fuck, I hope she’s right.

  I watch her lace up her corset and grab her purse. “You work tomorrow?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ll see you there.”

  I give her a wave and stare at my ceiling. Once the sound of the front door closing reaches my room, I pull out my phone. Nothing.

  ME: I don’t know if you’re getting my messages but I miss you, Hales. Sweet dreams, sunshine.

  Chapter Twelve

  EMMA

  I may or may not have tagged along to the club with the intentions of staring at Drew all night. His shirt is half a size too small, the fabric molded perfectly around his muscles; he’s painfully attractive.

  “What’s good, Princess?”

  Peeling my eyes away from sex on legs, I admire the man beside me. Bruiser’s an ex Ranger, fit, tall, and gorgeous. Dark hair, dark eyes, tan skin, a big pile of mother may I, really. Doesn’t hold a candle to Drew, but the dude’s still nice to look at.

  “Not much, baby. What’s good with you?”

  Leaning into my shoulder I can smell the bottle of whiskey he’s managed to suck down, “I’ve got a honey next to me who’s fine as hell, I’m doing real good.”

  My hand pats his knee, “You aren’t too bad yourself.”

  “No way,” He laughs, “Don’t protect my ego now, I can take it.”

  He’s even cuter drunk, if that’s possible. Never thought I’d go for the bloodshot eyes and slur, but here I am.

  “Don’t pull that with me.” I push his leg playfully, “You know you’re pretty.”

  “I do.” He licks his bottom lip as he smiles, the silver ball of his tongue ring reflects the blue lights currently flashing across the club. God, I wonder what that little metal stud would feel like running against my lips..what it might feel like running between my hips.

  His head tilts to the side when I shudder. I watch as he brings himself eye level with me, his mouth hooking in the corner, “What?”

  “What do you mean what?”

  “You’re staring.” He smiles.

  I shrug, “You’re pretty.”

  “So are you. What should two pretty people do?”

  “Fuck.” I don’t even think he finished that sentence before my mind was made up. I haven’t been laid in what feels like forever; I no longer want it, I need it.

  “Baaaaaby girl.” He groans, stretching out his legs, his hand rubbing his chest, “Don’t play, it isn’t nice.”

  “Who said I’m playing?”

  “Come here then.” His eyes challenge me, you can see the doubt written across his face.

  Rule number one; don’t challenge me. I will prove you wrong.

  Sitting forward, I set my drink down on the table before throwing one leg over his waist. My hip grinds into his as I sit down. His hands immediately find my waist and I’d be lying if I wasn’t desperate enough to fuck him right here on this couch; crowd and all.

  “What now, baby?” I wh
isper, grinding my hips into him once again.

  One hand leaves my waist to thread in my hair, pulling me forward his lips clash against mine. It’s not smooth or thought out, it’s drunk and messy but again; I couldn’t care less. With his other hand he steers my hips so I sit there in a continuous grind, his dick growing harder under me.

  “EMMA!” A voice booms with rage behind me.

  Without removing my mouth, I offer the owner my middle finger.

  “Jesus Christ.” Hands land on my waist as I’m literally pulled off Bruiser. “What the fuck are you doing?!” Lynch yells, inches from my face.

  “Who the fuck are you talking to like that?” I yell back,

  Rule number two; don’t raise your voice at me and never, and I mean, never, cuss at me in anger.

  “You! Acting like a stripper grinding up on a brother like that.”

  “He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it judging by the hard on he’s rocking.” Looking over, I’m pleased that he’s too far gone to correct the tented fabric of his jeans.

  “You’re a fucking child. You don’t need to be spreading your knees, especially with a brother.”

  “Fuck you, Lynch! You have zero place to talk down to me. I’m a grow-”

  “Grown ass adult. Yeah, I know. You’re also acting like a cheap hooker and I’m not putting up with that shit. You wanna whore yourself around? Go back to California. Have some fucking class here, yeah?”

  “I’m not here by choice, asshole. If I remember correctly, it was you who stopped me, it was you who brought my ass back.”

  “If I knew you’d be running a circuit on all the club members, I would have let you go.”

  “Run a circuit? Are you fucking kidding me? Bruiser’s the only one I’ve made a move on, so find another tune to sing. Stay out of my fucking business or I’ll find someone to fuck me right here in front of you and show you what acting like whore is really like.”

  “Fuck this, you’re a child, you need to grow the fuck up.”

  “Kiss my ass.” Rolling my eyes, I grab my vest off the couch, I’m not putting up with his shit anymore. Embarrassment paints my skin but I refused to let anyone know I’m bothered by him.

  “Where the fuck you going, little girl. I didn’t say you could leave.”

  Spinning around, I’m fairly certain venom shoots from my eyes, “I know you’re suffering from little dick syndrome but you best fix your tone when you’re talking to me or I'll fix it for you.”

  I refuse to let tears fall, shoving through the crowd, I find the women’s bathroom, and lock myself inside.

  I’m not a whore.

  And I’m not a child.

  Funny how he just made me feel like both.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Drew

  Thank fuck work’s over. I love my job, I do. I’m a social dude, I need entertainment to keep the hum out of my head, but fuck it all if humans don’t annoy the ever loving crap out of me right now.

  Reaching my bike my ass starts to vibrate, I groan before pulling it out.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey brother.”

  “Anything from Hales?”

  “Nah, talked to Kaylan a little bit ago. I sent him my itinerary for Texas and Georgia.”

  “Think he’ll take her?”

  “I don’t know. He keeps repeating the same bullshit about how it’s her choice and he isn’t going to force her into anything.”

  “He needs to stop being such a bitch baby.”

  “Agreed. Anyway, can you give me a lift to the airport tomorrow? I don’t want to leave the car.”

  “Yeah, that’s fine. When’s your flight?”

  “Noon.”

  “Yeah, I’ll be at your place around eleven.”

  “Cool. See you then.”

  “Yep.”

  Good ole Parker, never one to drag out a conversation. Hanging up, I slide my phone into my back pocket when a voice catches me off guard.

  "Pegged you for a slant bike."

  I twist to see that damn ten from the other day, biker chick.

  "Well, when my dick falls off I'll probably downgrade."

  She smiles, taking a step forward. She's got on biker boots, ratty but smoking hot jeans, a black t-shirt and that same leather vest. Her blonde hair falls in sheets to her armpits. Fuck, she's hot. "What color were you thinking?"

  "Hot pink- obviously." I scoff and her smile widens. "You ride?"

  "I want to. I kinda have the hots for the Dyna Street Bob."

  Jesus. "That's a lot of bike."

  "So is the Super Glide Sport." I follow her nod, looking down at my Harley. Yeah, this is a bad bitch. I smirk at her. "Seeing as you've got the two-up, I was wondering if you could give me a lift?"

  Fuck yeah! In my attempts to play it cool, I nod, "Where to?"

  "Clubhouse. My cousin's being a dick so I'm trying to get outta here. Make him sweat for a bit tryna find me."

  I nod to the bitch-seat behind me, "Hop on, sweetheart."

  An evil smile touches her lips, "Don't call me that."

  "What should I call you then?" She's feisty and I'm hungry.

  She brushes her hair away from her chest to reveal a patch, PRINCESS is threaded across in black letters. I chuckle, "Princess?"

  "Apparently I'm royalty." The words fall from her lips containing no humor as her leg swings over the back of the bike, her knees falling against my thighs. Thoughts, so many thoughts right now. Oh hell.

  "Do you need to go back right now or do you got time for a ride?"

  Her body closes down around me, I can feel her chest on my back, her breath hot against my cheek. "Depends what you mean by ride, Tiger. The bike or you?"

  Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the denim around my waist grows tighter.

  "I was talking about the bike, but if you want to ride me, Princess, that's fine too."

  Her hand presses against my stomach and slides down to the zipper of my jeans, I suck in a breath. Fuuuuuck. She chuckles, avoiding my dick and rests it against my hip; cock tease.

  "I need to get back."

  Dammit. "Tell me where I’m headed, Princess."

  The drive to her dad’s clubhouse, which is also a automotive shop, is entirely too short. Her hot little body pressed up against mine is something I’m not overly happy about parting from.

  She slips off just as the metal door is thrown open. An angry looking biker steps out, the over head light reflecting off the piercings in his lip.

  “Girl.” He growls, “Not cool.” He points an angry finger in her direction.

  “Calm down, Bambi. I’m fine.” She says freeing herself of the helmet and handing it to me.

  “What happened to letting people know where you were?”

  “What happened to Lynch not being a dick?”

  “Who’s this fuck?” He points his angry finger at me.

  Lowering my voice, I lean into her. “Quick, give me a cool nickname. Like Killer or Sex God, ya know whatever.”

  “What’s it matter?” She calls back to him, ignoring me.

  “Get your ass inside Emma, before your old man has an aneurysm.”

  Emma, huh? Not what I expected, though still fitting.

  “Do I look like a fucking child? No. Why don’t you take your cranky ass back inside and I’ll come when I’m damn good and ready to.”

  “Since when aren’t we friends?”

  “Since you came out here and ordered me around.”

  He shakes his head in annoyance. “You might want to get your...friend, outta here before the guys get back.” With that he re-enters the building leaving us alone.

  “So, no to Sex God then?” Her brow furrows as she stares at me. “Is it because it’s two words?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “My cool biker name that you ignored.”

  “I’ve already given you a nickname.”

  “And that is?”

  “Tiger.”

  “That’
s not badass. That’s a twelve year olds favorite animal. Next.”

  “It stays.”

  “So when are you moving in?” I’m the king of topic jumping.

  She laughs and it’s music to my ears. “I never said I was moving.”

  “Sure you did. You just forgot cause you were too busy eye fucking me.”

  “That, right there, is why I’m not moving in.”

  “Because I’m too pretty? One, rude. Two, totally true. And three, why’s that a bad thing?”

  “Because I have no interest in having a one night stand with someone I have to live with.”

  “So sleep with me before you move in. Win, win.”

  She chuckles, “Not what I meant.”

  Grabbing her hips I draw her closer to me, “Then what did you mean, Angel?”

  “Angel?”

  “Yeah, that’s the nickname I picked out for you.”

  “Not happening.”

  “It stays.” I smile as her earlier words sink in.

  “I should get inside,” She sighs, pulling away, “Thanks for the ride.”

  “Anytime.”

  The door opens again, this time a biker with black hair peppered with gray comes out and glares at the two of us.

  “Inside.” He hisses.

  “For fucks sake.” She growls, moving forward, the last of her body heat escaping with her. “Calm down, I’m wearing the stupid vest.”

  “Inside. Now.”

  “Take a wild guess at what I’m currently fucking doing.”

  I smile at her defiance as I watch her perfectly round ass enter the building, the biker glares at me before pointing to the gate, “Get the fuck off my property.”

  I laugh, cause what else am I supposed to do? With a shake of my head, I pull the helmet over my head, I turn on my bike and pull out of the lot.

  I’ve got her name and address. Now all I need is her number and that tight little body under me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  EMMA

  “What the hell, Emma?” My father seethes as I move towards the bar.

  “What?”

  “You know what. Stay with Lynch, those are not hard instructions to follow.”

  “Stay with Lynch or wear the vest.” I grab the corner and wave the leather at him, “Which I’m doing.”