by Nina Levine
What the fuck? What kind of chick asked that type of question? I answered her honestly. “As many as I can talk into it.”
She gave me an impatient look. “Yeah, give me a number. Ball park.”
I shrugged. Fuck, I hoped this didn’t put an end to our fun tonight. “Seven on a good week. But average is probably three.”
I waited for her to call it quits but was happy as fuck when she started taking off her dress.
“Thank Christ,” she said, “I’m sick to death of dud lays. You sound like a man who knows what he’s doing.”
I grinned, and popped the button on my jeans. “Sweet thing, once I’m finished with you, you won’t even fuckin’ remember those dud lays. I’ll wipe them from your memory. All you’ll remember will be my cock and its many talents.”
Her dress hit the floor and a minute later so did her bra and panties. I ripped off the remainder of my clothes and grabbed my cock, stroking it. Her gaze was fixed on it. “You gonna suck it, darlin’?” I asked.
She stepped towards me, and promised, “Oh, I’m going to suck it. It’ll be my pleasure.”
Christ. This chick was fucking hot; I was beginning to worry she’d have me shooting my load before the festivities really got going.
She moved my hand and took over the stroking of my dick. Her hands were fucking magical but I wanted that sweet mouth on me. “Babe, time to get down to it,” I urged her.
She grinned. “You’re a pushy bastard, aren’t you?”
A moment later she was on her knees and my cock was enjoying the mad skills of her tongue and lips. She swirled and sucked her way to getting me off and when she began massaging my balls, I placed my hand on her head and groaned, “Darlin’, unless you want my cum down your throat, you’d better get your lips off my dick.”
She slowly eased me out of her mouth and gave my balls one last lick before she stood up. Her hand gripped my dick and stroked it. “You got a condom?” she asked.
I nodded at my jeans on the floor, and she let me go to grab it. My gaze travelled over her ass as she bent over. Shit, that was one fine ass. I’d bet my last dollar that she spent a lot of time working on that ass.
She came back to me with the condom out of its wrapper, and quickly got it in place. Standing on her toes, she whispered in my ear, “My pussy’s so fucking wet for you, Nash. You ready to bang me and wipe my memory?”
Holy fuck! My lips smashed down onto hers and I kissed her like a mad man possessed. She was fucking into this and that was the biggest turn on for me. I walked her backwards to the bed and as the back of her legs hit the bed, I swiftly lifted her and threw her down on the bed. Her long blonde hair splayed out underneath her, and her eyes begged me to get down and fucking dirty. I took a minute though to bless my eyes with the sight of her glorious fucking tits. Serena had one of the best racks I’d ever fucking come across. The way she was lying on the bed, all revved up and ready to go, was a vision of pure sex. Hell, this was going to be a damn good fuck. Of that, I was sure.
She surprised me by sitting up and kneeling on the bed in front of me. “I’m on top,” she said.
I raised my eyebrows. “Thought you wanted me to bang you, not the other way around?”
She smiled devilishly. “Yeah, that too. But first, we do it my way.”
Fuck, I loved the sound of this. “We’re going all night, aren’t we darlin’?”
“I fucking hope so, biker boy. You’ve got a reputation to live up to; I want to still be screaming out your name tomorrow morning.”
I didn’t waste anymore time; a minute later I was under her and her wet pussy was making sweet promises to my cock.
She slowly lowered herself onto me but didn’t let me very far in. Her hips swivelled and she circled the tip of my dick with wetness. Those lips of hers felt divine, and I tried to thrust a little. Smiling at me, she shook her head. “All in good time, baby,” she said.
The maddening tease continued as she kept circling my cock with her pussy, until finally she took my full length inside. Christ, she felt so good. I held her hips and we began to fuck. I let her control the pace and she went slow. Slow and deep. I kept my eyes glued to her tits; they were magnificent in the way they bounced, and I couldn’t wait to get some speed up so they bounced a whole lot fucking more.
“Nash,” she breathed,” Your cock fucking rocks. Anyone ever told you that?”
“Yeah, babe. All the fucking time,” I groaned. Serena had a dirty mouth to match mine and it was getting me off quick. “Now, you gonna let me fuck you or are you gonna keep fucking teasing me?”
“I’m ready for you to take over, biker boy. Show me what you’ve got.”
I flipped her and wasted no time getting back inside of her. She wrapped her legs around me and held on tight while I screwed the fuck out of her. We fucked hard and fast, and were covered in sweat as we reached for our orgasms.
“Nash!” she screamed out my name, and her pussy clenched around me as she came. Her head fell back on the pillow and her eyes squeezed shut as she lost herself in the pleasure. I kept thrusting, the feel of her pussy amazing as it kept pulsing around me.
“Fuck!” I roared as the orgasm gripped me and I came.
I collapsed on top of her and she moved her arms so that her hands tangled in my hair. We stayed like that for awhile; both needing the time to recover from that fucking amazing orgasm.
Eventually she shifted, so I moved my head to look in her eyes. She was smiling at me.
I grinned back at her.
“The girls didn’t lie to me when they said you were the one who could rock my world tonight,” she said.
“Anytime you want your world rocked, you call on me, sweet thing. Cause you rocked my fucking world just as much.”
“It’s a shame you live so far away. I could do with a talented cock on call like yours.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “You know how to turn a man on, baby. Give me a minute and then we can put my talents to use again,” I said and winked at her.
Yeah, I’d be having strong fucking words with Madison when she got back from her honeymoon. It was a fucking crime keeping this chick from me.
Fierce Bonus Scene
Scott & Harlow
Harlow
Takes Place at the End of Fierce
- At Scott’s Birthday Party
“Sit,” I said to Madison as I patted the lounge next to me.
She smiled and sunk down into the lounge. “I’m so tired but it’s only eleven and I know that J will want to stay awhile longer to help Scott celebrate his birthday.”
Looking at her, I noticed that she looked exhausted. “Why are you so tired?”
She paused; it looked like she was weighing up what to say. Eventually she sighed and said, “J and I have been fighting. Well, not full on arguing, but let’s just say that we have some issues to work through and I’m not sleeping well while we do that. Plus, I’ve been working some long hours at the shop lately.”
I frowned. “I don’t want to pry, mainly because we’re still getting to know each other, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”
She reached for my hand and squeezed it. “Thanks, honey. I really appreciate that.”
“It’s what friends are for,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze back.
“Absolutely,” she said, and gave me a huge smile. “I’m so glad that Scott found you. I never in a million years would have pictured him with a woman like you but I’m over the moon that he has you in his life. And not just for his sake; I’m glad because it means I’ve got you in my life too.”
Her words sent warmth through me; I loved that she felt the same way about me that I felt about her. After my best friend had cheated on me with my boyfriend, I’d lost faith in friendships a little. Once trust has been broken in your life, you tend to find it hard to give it to others. Cassie was the first person I’d opened myself up to after it all happened. She’d taught me to trust again and Scott was also teac
hing me this. I had a feeling that Madison would be another new friend worthy of my faith in her.
We were interrupted by a sexy drawl we both knew well. “My two favourite ladies. Why are you sitting in the corner away from the party?”
I looked up to find Nash grinning at us. “We’re just having some girly time while Scott and J are busy,” I answered him as I flicked my eyes to where Scott was. Jealousy shot through me at the sight of a club whore throwing herself at him. I’d seen her around the clubhouse a lot lately; she appeared to have a strong interest in Scott. He was scowling at her and I could just imagine the nasty words he was saying to her. I had nothing to worry about; my man was clear that his only interest was in me. It didn’t stop me being jealous though whenever a woman approached him.
Nash followed my gaze. “That bitch has no shot, Harlow.”
He swung his face back to look at me and I was touched by what I saw there. For all his crudeness and sexy banter, Nash genuinely cared about mine and Scott’s relationship. The look on his face currently told me that he wanted me to know that Scott was all mine.
I smiled at him. “I know,” I murmured.
“Good,” he said, “I’d hate a slut like her to come between you two.”
“Shit,” Madison muttered, and I turned to look at her.
“What?” I asked.
She didn’t answer me straight away but rather stood up, a determined look on her face. I stood too and gave her a questioning look.
“J,” was all she said as she jerked her head in the direction of Scott and J.
I directed my attention to them and sucked in a breath when I saw J stalking towards us. Shit, he didn’t look happy.
“Nash you need to leave,” Madison suggested quite forcefully.
Nash scowled. “If he’s got a problem, sweet thing, he can -"
Madison cut him off. “Nash, why do you have to push it? Just leave, okay?”
I had no clue what was going on here but by the looks on their faces, something heavy was going down. Madison was throwing him a look that screamed ‘get out of here now’, while Nash was standing his ground and had firmly planted himself in the line of J’s fire.
I jumped at J’s voice when he finally reached us. “What the fuck, Nash?” he boomed.
Madison got in between them, trying to diffuse the situation. “J, just leave it, okay?”
Nash's face was a mask of anger and he cut in before J could reply, “No, fuck it, Madison. If he’s got a problem, we can settle this once and for all now.” I’d figured out over the past few weeks that J and Nash pushed each other’s buttons. Nash looked ready to take J on.
“I do have a fucking problem, motherfucker. I go away for a couple of months and I get back to find that you’ve been trying to talk your way into my woman’s pants.” J thundered.
Nash snarled and stepped forward to get in J’s face. “You don’t know me very well, J, if you think I’d fuck another man’s woman. I wasn’t trying to get in her pants but I was trying to make sure she knew what she was doing by letting you into them, asshole.”
“I think I know you very fucking well, Nash. You’d fuck any-thing, and I’m betting that would include another man’s woman. You need to back the fuck off Madison because she’s mine, and I don’t take too fucking kindly to other men stepping in.”
Shit, J was one territorial male. I hadn’t seen him in action before; he didn’t muck around.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, J. I’ve told you, Nash wasn’t trying to get in my pants,” Madison stepped into the argument. She had a wild look about her and J scowled at her.
“Stay out of it, Madison. This is between me and Nash,” he fumed, dismissing her with an angry glare.
She threw her hands up in the air. “Fine, I’m out. You two can sort this out between yourselves. I’m going home.” She gave me an apologetic look before turning and stalking out of the room.
I was standing in stunned silence until Scott made his way over to us. He was pissed off; I knew his moods fairly well by now and I knew there were no crinkled eyes to be found tonight. This put me in a pissed off mood too; it was Scott’s birthday and damn it, I wanted crinkles tonight. If J and Nash kept this up, they just might have me to contend with.
“You two need to get your shit together,” Scott said in that voice of his that meant business.
Both J and Nash glared at him; it was like a stand off of bossy men, none willing to back down.
I waited to hear who would cave first but none of them did. Oh, good God, these men! I stepped forward and caught all of their attention. “J, have you any idea how much Madison missed you while you were gone? I made her coffee nearly every day and listened to her moan about you being gone. It looks to me like you’re wasting precious time here. You’ve got a woman ready and waiting to make all your dreams come true and here you are, waving your dick at Nash, who, can I just say, has no interest in Madison. I have no idea what your beef is with him but I can tell you, women get tired of men who beat their chest repeatedly, so I’d suggest you forget it and just go home and let Madison love you.” I turned my attention to Nash and shook my head at him. “Nash, for God’s sake, move on. Arguing with J is pointless. Don’t you have a chick to bang somewhere?” I finished and waited for their response. All three of them were looking at me with raised eyebrows and stunned looks on their faces.
Oops, maybe I’d overstepped. Shit, Scott would be mad at me and that was the last thing I wanted on his birthday. I held up my hands in a defensive gesture. “Okay, just ignore me. As you were,” I muttered and leant down to pick up my bag. If they were all going to be mad at me, I was leaving. I slung my bag over my should and took a step to leave.
Scott reached out and curled his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “Where you going, babe?” he asked, his face close to mine and his eyes searching mine. Butterflies hit my stomach; Scott had a way of making me feel like the only person in the world sometimes and this was one of those times. In the midst of this argument, he’d managed to block everyone else out and give me his full attention. No other man had ever done that for me.
“I think I’ve probably said too much and involved myself in something I shouldn’t have, so it’s best if I leave you boys to it,” I admitted quietly. The feel of Scott’s arm around my waist, his warm breath on my skin, and his intense gaze were muddling my thoughts.
“Let’s get something straight here; if you’ve got something to say, you say it. You don’t hold back. Can’t say I’ll always agree with it but I always want to hear what you’re thinking. Okay?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I murmured in agreement.
He held me close for a moment longer and held my eyes before nodding once and letting me go. Then he turned to J and Nash. “I think Harlow’s pretty much covered it. I’m going home but I want you two to sort through your shit once and for all. We’ve got too much other stuff going on at the moment; we don’t need to add your grievances to it,” he muttered before grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room.
★★★
Scott unlocked his front door and stood back as he gestured for me to go inside. I smiled at him and his lips curled up in a small grin in return. Crinkles. Oh, my. I lived for those crinkles.
“What?” he asked, and I realised that I was rooted to the spot while I stared at his eyes.
I shook my head. “Nothing.” I quickly moved past him and entered his house. He followed closely behind and the anticipation of what he had planned for tonight set my nerves alight with excite-ment. After Bullet had almost raped me, we’d stopped having sex for a little while but finally we were back where we’d left off. Sex with Scott was the best I’d ever had and I refused to let Bullet come between us.
At the end of the hall, I turned and headed towards his bed-room. I kicked my shoes off as I went and then lifted my dress over my head and left it on the floor as I continued to walk. Scott sucked in a breath and the sound was music to my ears. I reached behind me and u
ndid my bra, letting it fall to the ground too. As I hooked my fingers into the top of my panties and began to lower them, his hands landed on mine and stopped me. I felt him as he moved closer behind me.
“Babe, you’ve gotta leave something for me to take off,” he said gruffly.
I smiled at the desire that was clear in his voice. Scott’s need for me wasn’t something he hid and I loved this; it turned me on even more.
Impulsively, I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands slid around my ass and he lifted me up so that my legs wrapped around him. Scott was strong and he easily continued our journey to his bedroom as he carried me.
“Is this my birthday present?” he asked with a teasing glint in his eyes.
“What, the cake wasn’t enough?” I teased back.
“No, babe, I want more. I’ll never have enough when it comes to you.”
My mouth came down onto his in a demanding kiss. I’d never have enough of him either. He kissed me back, sending me wild. Sweet Jesus, this man was good with his tongue. Eventually he pulled away and let me down because we’d found our way to his bedroom. I stood in front of him in silence as he swept his gaze over my body. My nipples hardened and my panties almost melted off from the heat he was sending my way.
I dropped my eyes down to his jeans and took in his hard cock. He followed my eyes. “See what you do to me, baby?” he said, sex dripping from his words.
I nodded and reached out to undo his jeans but he flicked his hand out and stopped me. “Turn around,” he growled.
Smiling to myself, I did what he said. He stepped right behind me, his erection pressing into me, and his breath warm on my neck. His hand snaked around my waist and his hand dipped down until he reached into my panties and stroked my clit with his thumb. I was so wet for him and he grunted in appreciation. His other hand wrapped around me and reached up to massage my breast.
“Baby, you make a man very happy. You’re my birthday present,” he murmured in his growly voice that never failed to hit my sweet spot.
