After a few minutes of him just standing there, I walk away from the safety of the tree and hold his shirt above both of our heads. By now, it’s completely drenched and not serving much of a purpose, but I don’t take notice. Someone else has captured my attention. I’m standing on the tip of my toes, trying my best not to lose my balance and fall into him.
It takes him a moment, but he finally turns around. Looking me in the eyes, he reaches for his shirt and throws it down beside him. His eyes are intense; dark. “I need to finish what I started,” he growls. He takes a step forward and I take a step back, but his stride is wider than mine. He leans in close to my ear and whispers, “I’ve been craving your pussy all fuckin’ day. That sweet smell from earlier has my mouth watering for another taste.”
He doesn’t even hesitate before grabbing me by the hips and picking me up. It’s as if he already knew I was going to let him do what he wants to me. It angers me, but I have to admit it has me so turned on I don’t think I could say no if I tried.
I want to say something; protest or scream no, but I don’t. I should, but I won’t. I’m too wrapped up in what he’s about to do to me. I’m not thinking clearly. My thighs are moistening with every look at his beautiful body and every filthy word that exits his mouth.
He walks toward his black motorcycle with me wrapped around his waist. Just thinking about the way he made me feel this morning without even touching me has me so turned on that I can already feel the ache between my legs just waiting to be released; pulsating to be filled by his dick. It’s new to me. It’s what he does to me.
Setting me down beside his motorcycle, he places one hand on my waist while working the button on my wet shorts with the other. I try to look at his face to see what he’s feeling at the moment, but its void of any emotions. He’s hard to read and it gives me an adrenaline rush; a need to figure him out.
His hands are working fast to pull my shorts down my legs and lift my feet out of them. Even with them being wet, he is a pro at stripping me out of them. He’s good at getting what he wants and it makes me wonder if he’s just as good when he gets it.
Standing here almost naked, I feel myself panting as he balls my thong in his hand and yanks. The thin strings rip apart, baring my throbbing pussy to him. My first thought is to cover myself up, but he lifts me up and sets me down so I’m straddling the back of his motorcycle.
I feel my legs spread wider as he runs his hands up my thighs and licks the rain from his full lips. Sitting here right now makes me feel dirty, but a part of me really needs this right now. Maybe letting him pleasure me will be enough to take my mind off things for the moment; not worry about what a certain someone is doing.
“Oh, fuck.” He grips my thighs and bites his bottom lip. “The taste of your sweet pussy has been on my tongue all day; teasing me and making my fucking cock hurt. You better hold on tight while I devour your pussy; taste you in ways you’ve never been tasted.”
Gripping my thighs, he pulls me closer to the edge of the motorcycle and runs his tongue up my thigh while grazing my flesh with his teeth. I can already feel myself squirming on the wet bike, trying not to slip off. My heart is going wild in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
Oh. My. Goodness.
“You like that, don’t you,” he asks against my thigh. “I bet you’re already imagining what it’s going to feel like when I run my tongue up your wet little pussy.” He bites into my thigh and pulls me closer so my legs are over his shoulders. It hurts, but feels so good at the same time. My breathing picks up as he nibbles a little harder. “You like it when it hurts, baby?” He pulls away and lets the rain fall against my swollen clit. It has me wishing his mouth was there instead, to ease my ache.
Just touch me already . . .
An aching pleasure runs throughout my body, causing me to tremble as he inches his way up to my inner thigh, right beside my pussy and bites down onto my skin. I shake my head and squirm out of his reach in an attempt to get away. I can’t handle it. It’s too much. He feels my pull and yanks me back down by my thighs so I reach out and yank his hair making him look up at me. “Not so rough, asshole. Don’t make me regret this anymore than I already do.”
“Fuck,” he groans out. He closes his eyes and moans. Oh my, that moan. So deep and rough. “Pull my hair again and I will fuck you instead of just licking you. Got it?”
Knowing that I’m pushing my luck with him, I release his hair and grip onto the bike handlebars behind my head. I’m already too far to turn back now. I want his tongue, but that’s it. Nothing more. This is it. Just one time. Just . . .
“Oh shit,” I moan out as his tongue slides up my pussy, slowly and teasingly. “This can only happen once. You know that, right?” I fight to catch my breath. “This is wrong in so many ways.”
He looks up from between my thighs with a sly grin. He’s a dirty little snake that has me in his grips and he knows it. “Yeah, but it feels so fucking right, doesn’t it?”
I don’t answer. I don’t want to. All I want to do is close my eyes, lean back and let his tongue work its magic to release the tension I’ve had built up since this morning. When he sucked my wetness into his mouth and tasted me, I almost gave in right there and let him have me. It took every bit of strength to fight my urge to pull him into the shower and let him have his way with me; to take me just once.
His tongue works slowly at first to spread the moisture up my folds. He’s being gentle and teasing me, making me want more. His rhythm is precise and in control as if he knows the exact spot to work me up. He’s slowly building me up, knowing I’ll want more at the end. He’s good; a pro. He’s in control of his game and it makes me want to knock him down a notch; tease him a little.
I catch myself moaning as he slides his tongue down further and shoves it into my pussy as deep as it will go. He’s fucking me with his tongue. The feel and the thought is enough to almost bring me to climax . . . but I fight it. I’m not ready yet and I have a feeling he won’t let me get off so easily anyways.
After a few seconds he slips his tongue out and slides it up and over my clit before sucking it into his mouth. It feels so good I have to reach out and grip his hair again. I feel myself pulling and the harder I pull the better his tongue pleases me. He gets off on this and I plan to use this to my advantage.
I yank his hair to the side and he sucks my clit so hard that I scream out in pleasure and almost fall over, but he catches me. I can feel him growling against my clit and it deepens the pleasure and makes me want more as he holds me steady. “Oh shit! Oh shit!”
“Fuck this shit! I want to fuck you so bad and make you scream louder while I’m pounding your tight little pussy. It’s so hot hearing me pleasure you.” Standing up, he runs his tongue over his lips and places both of his hands on his bike, hovering above me. “You want me to fuck you?” He runs his tongue up my neck and stops at my ear. “Just say the word and I’ll end that throbbing ache between your legs. I’ll fuck you so good that my cock will be the only one you ever fucking think about again. Let me show you.”
I shake my head and place my hand on his chest. “No. Dammit, Slade.” I give him a shove, but against his firm body, it doesn’t even make him budge. It only makes me want him more. “I don’t need you to fuck me and I don’t want you to. Just finish what you started, dammit.”
Wiping the rain off his face, he spreads my legs wider and places his thumb over my clit and starts rubbing. “Why? Are you afraid it will feel too good? You scared that I might please you better than anyone else can?” I look at him and swallow while trying to pretend his words aren’t having the effect on me that they are. “My cock will feel so good in that tight little pussy.” Grabbing the back of my head with one hand, he shoves a finger inside me and sucks in his bottom lip. I moan and take a deep breath, feeling the thickness of his finger move in and out, making my body feel hot and tingly. “See how wet I make you.”
Closing my eyes, I moan and grip onto his wet hair. I hav
e the urge to pull it and push him even further. I want his finger deeper. I need to get off. “You’re an asshole for doing this and you know it,” I say between deep breaths.
“Oh yeah, baby,’’ he breaths into my ear. “Fucking show me how much of an asshole I am and I’ll show you how good I am at pleasing you. You want me to please you; you have to fucking work for it.”
What an asshole.
“Fuck you!” I scream as I dig my nails into his back, wanting to hurt him. “You’re such an asshole.”
He freezes and looks me dead in the eyes, clenching his jaw muscles. His eyes look fierce and I start to wonder if maybe I shouldn’t have done that.
“I’m-”
“Don’t finish that,” he cuts me off.
Without saying another word, he lifts me up off the motorcycle and holds me up high enough for me to squeeze my thighs against his face. I can feel his lips brushing my clit and it already makes me want to lose control.
Oh shit.
Gripping my ass in his hands, he squeezes while his tongue works on catering to the aching throb between my legs. I grab onto his hair as I arch my back and scream. I scream so loud that it hurts. It actually hurts. My heels dig into his back as I continue to hang here while he pleasures me. He doesn’t seem like this is straining him at all.
I have never felt anything so good in my life. This is definitely not what I was expecting. I feel the heat surging through my body and I can tell that I’m almost there. I’m so damn close that it hurts. “Shit, it feels so good. Don’t stop, Slade. Faster . . .”
He grips me tighter and sucks my clit into his mouth right as my body trembles in his arms and I’m brought to climax by his tongue. Damn, that magical tongue. I’m so damn ruined.
“Holy shit, Slade. What did you just do to me?” I suck in a deep breath and release it. My heart is pounding so fast that I’m starting to feel dizzy. “Put me down, dammit. Put me down.”
He runs his hands up my legs before grabbing my waist and helping me down to my feet. His eyes bore into mine as I take a step back and reach down for my shorts as fast as I can.
I feel like such an idiot for letting him get me off. I don’t even like this guy. He’s a jerk; nothing but trouble. The fucking devil in disguise, looking to taint my soul and consume my every thought. I really need to get out of here.
He leans against his bike, giving me a cocky look as I quickly slip my shorts on and wipe the water off of my face. “I’m ready to go. Take me back to the house.”
Without saying a word, he reaches for his helmet, slips it on my head and jumps onto the bike. I grab his hand as he offers it for help. “What about your shirt?”
“Fuck it. I don’t need it.” I feel his chest rumble as he laughs under his breath. “What about your panties?”
“Screw you, Slade.”
He revs up the engine, makes sure I’m holding on tight and then takes off.
THE RAIN STOPPED ALMOST IMMEDIATELY after we left. The ride back was in total silence. Exactly how I expected it to be. By the time we get back to the house, all I want to do is get as far away from Slade as I can. I feel so stupid for letting him work me up the way he did and catch me in a moment of weakness.
All it does is show him that he’s right; he gets whatever he wants. I told myself I wouldn’t let this happen, that I would be good this week and take some me time to figure out my life. So much for that. I feel like such a failure for being so careless.
I quickly hop off the motorcycle and slide the helmet off my head. Slade stays seated and watches me as I hand him the helmet. I can’t help but to notice how sexy he looks shirtless on that damn motorcycle. Those tattoos and that damn perfect body. I hate it. No one should be allowed to look that devilishly sexy. “You’re not coming in?” He slides the helmet on his head and adjusts the crotch of his jeans.
He turns away, takes a deep breath and reaches into his pocket. “Here’s the key. I’ll be back tonight.”
I reach for the key and swallow. For some reason I don’t want him to leave. Yeah, I wanted to get far away from him, but I wanted him to at least be in the house. “All right then,” I say aggravated. “And just so you know, that is never happening again. Got it? Stay as far away from me as you can. You got to me in a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.”
He grips the handles, clenches his jaw and watches as I walk away. I don’t know why he even bothers waiting. I’m sure he’s ready to get as far away from me as I am him. That’s probably a good thing. The two of us being around each other is nothing but bad news. He’s no good for me.
Letting myself in the house, I go straight for Cale’s room and fall face first onto his bed. I’m so pissed at myself that I scream like a child. I’m twenty three years old and I still have no control over my life. I need to stay far away from Slade before he makes everything more difficult.
I knew he was going to be trouble from the second I laid eyes on him at the club. I just knew it. Heck, even his name screams trouble. Slade Merrick. Enough said.
I’VE NEVER HAD A WOMAN act as if me pleasing her disgusted her. This is a fucking first. I can’t say that I like it. As a matter of fact, it pisses me off. She knows damn well that she enjoyed it. I bet she’s never had someone make her scream that loud before; make her come on contact. She’s just afraid to admit it; afraid to give into her needs; afraid that I’ll fuck her too good. That has to be it.
With the way she has me feeling at the moment, the last thing I want to do is go and exist in the same house as her just to have her avoid me and act as if she doesn’t want it as much as I do. I’m not down for that shit right now. I need to get some things off my mind; cool off a bit.
Out of habit, I end up at Walk of Shame. Pulling my motorcycle in the back parking lot, I yank my helmet off before slamming it down on my seat and shoving my motorcycle. Cale and Hemy better be ready to keep the drinks flowing, because I have a feeling that I will be here for a while.
Stay far away from her. Yeah, I’ll fucking stay far away.
I push my way through the back door, walk over to my locker and grab a shirt. I get ready to put it on, but say fuck it instead. I’ll end up without it on by the end of the night anyways. I toss it down and make my way into the bar.
I notice that the crowd is finally starting to show up. Perfect fucking timing. There should be plenty of entertainment to keep me busy.
As I approach the bar, I see Cale sitting on the edge of the bar talking to a group of women. They all seem to be laughing; fucking entertained.
He nods and jumps off the bar when he sees me. “Dude, why the hell do you look so pissed? I thought you were going to keep Aspen company until I get off?”
Leaning over the bar, I grab for the nearest liquor bottle and reach for an empty glass. “Yeah well, she’s not the easiest to entertain. I’m pretty sure she’d rather be alone right now.”
Cale tilts his head back with a dirty look as he watches me pour a drink. “Yeah . . . or maybe it’s just you she doesn’t want to be around.”
“Fuck off, Cale. I’m not in the mood today.”
“Yeah, well nothing new there.”
Slamming back my drink, I set the empty glass down on the bar and take a step closer to Cale so we’re face to face. I want to see him when he says it. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Looking away from me, he sighs and takes a step back. “You know what I mean. You’re just not the same person you used to be. You’re my best friend, but seriously, you need to . . .” He huffs and grips the towel over his shoulder. “Never mind. I’ve got work to do.”
“Yeah. Me too. I have a lot of fucking work to do.” I pour another drink and make my way over to one of the empty couches. Lucky for me, everyone seems to be in the back room with Hemy so I can get a few minutes to myself.
I set my drink down on the table next to me and lean forward with my head in my hands and my elbows resting on my knees. I just can’t get over the fact that I’m so p
issed off at this woman. This morning my past consumed my thoughts and now the fact that this woman angers me like nothing else has taken over; has me completely worked up. The bad part is, the more she angers me the more I want to slip between those thighs and take it out on her.
I disgust her? Nah, fuck that.
I reach for my glass and tilt it back. I need to get my mind somewhere else. The liquor won’t do anything but numb it, but numbing is what I’m used to. It’s what keeps me going. My cock starts to harden at the thought of a needed release. Right on schedule.
“What’s up, dick.”
I tilt my head up at the sound of Hemy’s voice. He looks down at me and holds out a bottle of Whiskey. I can’t help but to laugh a bit when I notice he’s standing there wearing nothing but an American flag wrapped around his waist. He has claw marks all over his skin from the women grabbing at him. He loves it just as much as I do. He’s a dirty mother fucker; like me. “What’s up, man?”
“Not shit. You look like you need another one of these.” He pours my glass back up to the top and leans against the arm of the couch. “You here to help me work the ladies tonight or what? It’s a small crowd. A private party.”
I look up at the small group of women that have started rounding up in the back room. Most of them look slutty and willing. I’m sure the thought of me fucking them doesn’t disgust them. Most of them will probably be begging. How can I pass that shit up?
“Yeah.” I take a gulp of my drink and watch as a few of the ladies wave over at us. “Why not. I have nothing better to do.”
Hemy slaps my shoulder and stands up. “Finish that shit up and get your ass over there then. There’s a certain someone that is asking for you.” He starts backing away. “She has huge tits and a big fucking appetite. I’m pretty sure that’s your type.”
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