Famished (The Broken Series)

by Ellie Messe

  “Horny, never satisfied, always looking for more.”

  A cocky smirk slowly brightens her face, “So, basically, what you’re saying is I’m such a good lay the notorious one night stand, sex god himself, wants seconds?”

  “And thirds, and fourths, I want you every way I can imagine over and over and over again.”

  Her smirk slips as her gaze falls to my mouth, “And are you hungry now?”

  “Fucking famished.”

  My mouth crashes into hers. Her hands slide from my arms, up my shoulders to my jaw. ‘Get off and get out’ my ass, her mouth is just as desperate as mine.

  Her knee slides up to my hip, my greedy fingers find her skin, sliding up her thigh. How can one human be this perfect? Her skin is flawless and smooth, fuck it’s so smooth. Meeting the fabric of her dress I push it up so her bare ass is exposed.

  Her hands leave my face, tugging at my shirt to get to my zipper. Grabbing her ass with one hand, the other falls to my back pocket, pulling an aluminum square out. She works on my jeans while I rip open the package. Using one hand, I roll the rubber down as my mouth continues to collide with hers.

  The moment it’s on, my hands are under her, lifting her and shoving her body into the wall. Hoizer’s Work Song echoes down the hallway, muting her moans as I give in to my hunger.

  I come back to the floor a much happier man with a gorgeous girl wearing a secret smile and just fucked hair. I swat her ass for safe measure before entering the back of the bar.

  “Josh wants you in VIP.” Alice says without looking at me.

  Yep, not even Alice can ruin my mood it appears.

  Climbing the stairs to the VIP room, I push through to find Parker and Josh sitting on the couches, they both go silent when I enter.

  “What’s up?” I ask when Parker tries not to laugh.

  “You know I’ve got cameras in this place right?” Josh deadpans me, “So maybe having sex with a girl in my loading dock isn’t the best idea for the future.”

  I laugh- because what the fuck else are you supposed to do? “My bad.”

  Josh rolls his eyes and looks at Parker.

  “Oh, hey.” Josh says suddenly, “What the fuck is on your ass, man?”

  At this I bust out with a laugh so powerful it echoes off my ribs, “You wanna see?”

  “No.”

  “Ah, come on.” Twisting, I pull the hem of my jeans low over my ass to show him the drunken tattoo gracing my skin.

  “Please tell me that’s not real.”

  “As real as a tattoo gets.”

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  I laugh again, “I wasn’t exactly sober.”

  “I’m convinced you were dropped on your head as a child.” He shakes his head, I can tell he’s pretending to be annoyed when in reality he thinks this is hilarious. “Property of Emma?” He asks and I nod, “Were you ever going to tell me?”

  “I thought the best way for you to find out was on a security camera while I bonin’ a dime.” I tell him, righting my jeans. “You know, keep it classy.”

  “Do I want to know who this Emma person is? Shit, do you know who she is?”

  “Sure, she’s the girl from that video.” I wag my brows, “My roommate.”

  “That was Emma you were banging?” Parker asks with shock behind his tone, I offer him a nod as Josh begins to speak.

  “Seriously? I thought she was bright enough to get a restraining order or something to keep your horny ass away from her.”

  “It was a roommate agreement and she did. But in case you haven’t realized, I’m fucking gorgeous.”

  “Who got her name tattooed on his ass?”

  “Yeah, well it was her idea.” His face is cloaked in humored confusion so I continue, “We were playing truth or dare and I guess she dared me to get her name tatted, so I did.”

  “For fuck’s sake, why?”

  “Oh, cause I wanted to have sex with her.”

  “You tattooed some girls name on you so you could get laid? How are you that stupid? That’s permanent.”

  “Like I said, I wasn’t exactly sober.”

  “I can’t believe you did that.” He groans, his head stuck in a permanent shake.

  “I got the girl,” I shrug, “Worth it.”

  And fuck isn’t that the truth. I need to find a way to get her under me again without all that clingy romance crap.

  “Worth it.” Josh echoes, standing from the sofa, “You really are a moron.”

  “So, hey question for you.” I tell him as he walks towards me with his empty tumbler, “Can I get a copy of that tape?”

  Sharp pain spikes the back of my head, “Gah! What’d I do?”

  “Go home, Drew.”

  “So, is that a no then?” He lurches forward and I stumble back in case he tries to hit me again. “You missed, sukka!”

  “Only once.” Parker finishes the quote for me with a chuckle. I point to him in appreciation to my Lost Boys reference as I back out of the room. Never give Josh your back, ever.

  I end up walking back to the main floor humming Lost in the Shadows as I scan the faces for my green eyed girl. I’ve got an appetite and a proposition for her.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  EMMA

  “Hey, Angel.” His voice makes everything south clench, leaning back on the arm of the chair Lynch is sitting in, I press my knees together while looking up at him, does he really not have a bad angle? “Wanna ride?”

  “Well, that depends, Tiger. You or the bike?”

  He smiles at the memory, almost shy-like, and it’s panty droppingly adorable.

  “I was talking about the bike, but if you want to ride me, Princess, that's fine too.” The butterflies tickling my stomach transform into bats on speed when he winks at me.

  Standing to hide my blush, I take my vest off the table and shove my arms through the holes, “I’ve always been fond of riding.”

  Lynch glares at me, but I see the twitch as he tries to hide his smile behind his pen before turning to Drew, “Sup’, Ace. How’s that tat healing?”

  Drew’s eyes wander down Lynch’s sleeves before chuckling, “So you’re the son of a bitch that tattooed my ass.”

  Lynch nods with a mischievous grin, using the pen he aims it at Drew’s hip, “If you need it touched up, feel free to stop by the shop.”

  Drew laughs, his hands falling into his pockets, “I think I’m good, bro. But thanks.”

  “You tatted your ass?” Bruiser asks unimpressed; he’s been a little bitter since I withdrew my interest after he got scolded by father dearest.

  “Got Emma’s name.” Drew smiles like that’s somehow a win.

  “Your dad know?”

  Like I need Daddy’s permission for someone else to get a fucking tattoo, “Who do you think picked out the font?”

  Lynch laughs, taking a shot off the tray on the table. He winks at me as the clear liquid slides into his mouth. “That’s right guys; Ace here is Property of Emma.”

  Everyone laughs except Bruiser who glares at Drew, “Didn’t take you long to stuff your balls into her purse.”

  Drew lets loose a dark chuckle, “Yeah, well; had to put ‘em somewhere while I was nailing her, she’s not a fan of having them slap her on the ass.” He sends the message home by smacking the back of one hand into the palm of his other in rapid succession.

  Lynch and I chuckle before I wave to the group, pushing against Drew’s chest. “I’ll see you later.”

  The last thing I need is Bruiser and him getting into a fight. I’m sure Hot Uncle would be pissed; not to mention the wrath my dad would bestow upon me for creating heat within the club.

  Drew takes a step back while smiling at me, it’s mischievous, and I’m a tad worried. His hand grabs mine, pulling me roughly against his chest in a flash, his fingers curl in my hair keeping me in place while his lips swoop down, clashing against mine. It’s brief but claiming; oh men and their pissing contests.

  When he pulls awa
y, I glare at him. He smirks at my annoyance, offering a wink over my shoulder; which I’m positive is directed at Bruiser.

  “Come on before you start shit.” I tell him, walking towards the door.

  He falls into step with me easily as we make our way to his bike. Without speaking, he pulls a leather jacket out of the saddle bag and hands it to me. It may be Arizona, but it’s December and going forty-five on a bike at night without the sun to heat your skin makes that wind chill a bitch.

  Slipping my arms into the massive coat, I watch him straddle the bike. I swore I wasn’t going to give in and then I did… against the wall of a Nightclub nonetheless. Now, I’m getting on the back of his bike knowing full well I’m addicted to him. This can only end one of two ways; with a broken heart or damaged pride.

  “You coming, Angel?” He asks, holding out his helmet.

  Meeting his eyes, I decide at this moment I don’t care; that’s future Emma’s problem.

  Swinging my leg over the bitch seat, I slip into the helmet before pulling my body flush against his, the leather is ice against my skin. “Not yet. Take me home, Tiger.”

  “I thought you wanted to go for a ride?”

  “I do.”

  The sexiest smirk graces his lips, “Home it is.”

  Pulling out of the parking lot, my arms tighten around his waist; I’m not scared of bikes, but it always takes me a moment to get used to the balance. His hand reaches behind him to squeeze my knee; it’s guaranteed to be a broken heart.

  Stopping at our fourth red light, I’ve decided that if I’m going to willingly risk getting hurt then I’m going to make damn sure it’s worth it. My hands lay flat on his stomach and roam lower until I meet the tops of his jeans.

  “Whatcha doing?” Drew yells over the roar of the engine.

  The light turns green before I have a chance to answer, my left hand abandons his lap to hold myself against him while he pulls forward. As we drive I allow my right hand to grind against his lap, I feel his stomach tighten, pride blooms inside my chest. He may break me in the end, but I have the power to destroy him just the same.

  By the next light, he’s hard beneath my hand, his back moving with his heavy breathing. Using his thumb, he more or less flicks himself into a more comfortable, and accessible, position. Using the heel of my hand, I’m now able to grind end to end. He lets me tease him a few more times before laying his hand over mine.

  “I’m not known for my patience.”

  “Are you going to cum like this?” I yell over his shoulder, to which he laughs deeply.

  “Hell no, but I’m not against pulling over and fucking you against this bike.”

  “I’m not against that either. But in the name of science, let’s see how long you can make it.”

  The light frees us, forcing him to release my hand as he guns it forward. I’d be willing to bet my left tit he’s speeding at this point. We fly down the street, weaving in and out of traffic all the while my hand continues stroking him.

  Pulling up to the house, he parks against the street, rather than the driveway and kills the engine. I’m quick to climb off, ready to get inside and naked, but before I can step away, he captures my wrist and draws me closer. He’s still straddling the bike when he pushes himself back, creating a space between the handlebars and his chest.

  “I didn’t tell you to get off.” He says, nodding to the space he’s created.

  Acutely aware I’m not wearing underwear, I carefully get my leg over the gas tank, so we’re face to face, chest to chest.

  “Am I in trouble?” I bite my lip to keep my smile from growing past a smirk.

  He doesn’t answer. Instead, his hands slide from my knees to my hips, his teeth gently grazing my jaw. “You’re not pulling away.”

  “You didn’t tell me to.”

  He groans into my neck as his hand dips under my dress. Cold fingers impale me as my chest arches into his.

  “That’s my girl.” His breath is hot on my neck, a stark contrast to the cold night; sending goosebumps to coat my skin. I promise I try to keep the volume down, but hot damn he's far too skilled at this, “Don’t cum.”

  “Then don’t make me.” My moan morphs into a cry when his thumb grinds against my clit.

  My fingers dig into his shoulders, my body tensing around his fingers, “If you don’t want me to cum you better stop.” His gaze burns into mine as his fingers pick up the pace, “Drew, stop.”

  “Don’t cum.”

  “Fuck.” I bite my lip and will my body to listen, but I feel the hair on my arms stand up, preparing for the current to rip my body in half, “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  I really can’t; my body is already there. Closing my eyes, I try to focus, but all it does is intensify the sensation of his fingers.

  “Don’t do it.” His voice threatening as his teeth nip at my jaw, it’s the last straw; my body tips into him as a wave of electricity shocks my system. I convulse around his fingers, crying out while I’m sure mine are bruising his shoulders.

  “Bad girl.” He whispers, still working his fingers inside me, “You didn’t listen.”

  His mouth crashes into mine, his fingers withdrawing, just to cup my ass as he pulls me upright.

  I have no idea how either of us managed to climb off his bike while still sucking face, but we did. Still attached, he lifts me from the ground, carrying me across the dead lawn to the entrance. My back is slammed into the door, the back of my head knocking into the wood while he produces his keys and unlocks the bolt. For a brief moment, I feel like he might drop me when the door swings open causing me to fall back, but he balances my weight with ease. Kicking the door shut, his mouth continues to tangle with mine, walking blindly through his house. His mouth abandons mine as we crash to the bed, his hands seize my wrists, forcing them above my head he starts devouring me from my neck to my shoulder, paying special attention to my sensitive earlobe - turning me into putty. Forcing his mouth back to mine, I try to own him like he’s owning me. It’s wet and sloppy, we’re nothing but lust and tongues; I don’t mind and it appears he doesn’t either cause neither of us are stopping.

  “Take off your dress.” He orders, abruptly climbing off me.

  Without hesitation, I sit up and slip the straps off my shoulders, allowing it to pool at my waist. I watch him move to the chair in the corner and sit down, “Bra too.” Again, I obey.

  Pulling the rest of my dress off I watch him toss his ball cap on the desk beside him before one hand reaches behind his neck, grabbing his shirt, in one swift motion, he pulls the fabric over his head and drops it on the floor next to my discarded bra.

  “Lay down.” He nods to the bed while unbuttoning his jeans.

  Obeying, I lay back, my fingers playing with the strands of hair fanned around me.

  “Open your legs.”

  I don’t really feel comfortable being so exposed while he’s standing there. “Drew-“

  Leaning over the bed, he takes my cheeks in his hands, kissing me roughly, “What is it you’re afraid of?”

  “I’m not afraid-” I start.

  “Then do as I say; Open your legs.”

  “I’m not-” I start as my mind tries it’s hardest to understand my sudden hesitation when minutes ago I was cumming on his fingers not giving a damn if the whole neighborhood watched. “Why?”

  He drops to the bed and slowly climbs up my body until his knees rest on either side of my hips.

  Taking my hand, he guides it over his erection and cups my fingers around it. “This is what your body does to me, I want to see it.”

  I attempt to take over, but he pulls my hand away and places it above my head, “Now, open your legs.”

  He shifts down, allowing my knees to fall open while he kisses down the seam of my stomach. As the realization of his plans dawns on me, I try to close my legs but his arms block my motion, “Drew- no.”

  A dark chuckles happens between my legs and my body burns red, “
Why are you fighting me?”

  “I just don’t want you there, please?”

  His face contorts into genuine curiosity as a smile adorns his lips, “Why?”

  My hands fall between my legs as a buffer, “Just cause. Please?”

  He smiles down at my hands. “What are you worried about?”

  “I don’t know. Just, fuck me, okay?”

  He makes this noise halfway between a scoff and a laugh, “I can fuck you but I can’t go down on you?”

  I squeeze my eyes shut wishing this wasn’t so uncomfortable for me, “Yes.”

  “Tell me why.”

  “Ugh. Cause girls smell weird and I imagine it’s not very pleasant to be that close, okay?” He actually laughs, using my thigh to try to stifle it. “Oh my God! It’s not funny! This is super embarrassing!”

  “Sweet girl,” He chuckles, kissing the top of my hand, making me cringe as he inhales, “That’s the turn on.”

  He looks up at me with hooded eyes; I just want him to fuck me like every other guy. “Has anyone been here, Angel?”

  I shake my head, and he smiles, “Move your hands.”

  I shake my head again, “I thought you were jealous they fucked me not licked me.”

  A growl vibrates in his throat, “I want to watch you come undone.” His lips press into my hand, his tongue slides up the seam of my fingers, “I want to feel you fuck my face when it becomes too much.” Another kiss, “and I most definitely want the satisfaction of being where no man’s been before.”

  His tongue continues to slide up the crease of each finger, “Move your hands, Angel.”

  I bite my lip to the point of pain. Fuck, I’ve always wanted to know what that was like, but I’ve never been brave enough to let someone do it. Here I am with the hottest guy on the planet between my legs, who not only wants to do it, but demands it.

  Courage; gain some or get out I suppose.

  Little by little my grip loosens until I eventually expose myself.

  A victorious smile takes hold of his features before his chin dips, his hands snake around my thighs, and pulls them further apart while his tongue does a repeat performance, only this time my hands are clasping his for dear life. Mary mother of Christ, this is intense, and unlike anything I’ve experienced before.