by Alexis Angel
Except…he hasn’t shown up at all and its been three weeks as of yesterday.
Can I just say—Kindle authors are really starting to get on my nerves, what with their happily ever afters and dangerous bad boys and none of them are pathological liars.
Why is my bad boy turning out to be one?
Oh yeah, my face muscles are going to freeze in this position; I can feel the paralysis creeping over me.
“Hey baby, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
My momma always told me that if I rolled my eyes too often, they’d get stuck in that position, which means at this very moment, I am in imminent danger of having my cheek muscles and my eyes stuck in unflattering positions.
I turn on my heel, digging myself deeper into the lawn, and come face to face with Fabio. Okay, maybe not the Fabio ‘cause he’s an old dude, but this guy has it going on—long, flowing hair, a chiseled jaw that looks like it could potentially jackhammer its way through concrete, and muscles everywhere. Hell, this guy’s dick could probably out bench press me.
But instead of suitably drooling and cooing and laughing at his (awful) pick-up line, I’m just left cold. Like someone put me into an ice chest. Or, Wisconsin in January.
“Hi,” I say automatically, putting my hand out to shake his. He grabs it and yanks me toward him, throwing me off-balance and crashing into his rock-hard chest.
And rock-hard dick.
My eyes immediately shoot up to his and he just grins at me, obviously expecting me to take his hard-on as a compliment.
“Does a pretty lady like you want to—”
“Nope!” I say loudly, yanking back from his arms and righting myself on my heels again.
Who thought that stilettos were a good idea at a garden party again?
“But I haven’t even asked—”
“And I’m already saying no,” I cut him off. “Doesn’t that tell you something?”
His face went from leering to angry in a flash. “Goddamn bitches, wearing skirts like that and then acting like they’re too good to throw back a drink with—”
Which statement is also cut off, but this time by the rumbling of motorcycles. A lot of motorcycles.
Now, as previously mentioned, I’m at Kim and Cody’s house. In the Hamptons. To say that there aren’t a lot of motorcycles that roam the streets here is…well, like saying that Coach handbags are worth dying for. You don’t get much more “duh” than that.
Kim and I just stare at each other for the longest moment of my life and then I’m ripping my heels off my feet so I can run, goddamn run across the backyard and up the side yard and into the front yard—OMG, Kim, buy a smaller house next time for God’s sakes—and there, oh god, there is Diesel.
Except, for the first time since I’ve met him, he actually looks like a fucking outlaw. Blue bandana and black leather vest and leather chaps; holy fucking god above, is he hot, and he’s swinging off his Harley and coming straight for me, swinging me up into his arms and kissing me, endlessly kissing me and I can’t breathe and I don’t care because Diesel is there, he’s fucking there.
Eventually, as Diesel is working his way down my chest and I’ve got my head tilted back and he’s about to pull my tit out of my bra so he can suckle on it, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“Wha–what?” I ask blearily, too horny to think straight, and then I feel someone pulling me away from Diesel’s embrace and through crossed eyes, I realize that it’s Kim.
“Do you two want a room?” she asks sarcastically.
“Yes,” Diesel says, scooping me up into his arms and heading for the front door.
“Up the stairs, down the hallway, second door on the right,” Kim calls after us, and I’m finally realizing that I’d been about to fuck in public. In front of 200 houseguests, on my best friend’s front lawn. Mortified, I bury my face into Diesel’s shoulder and breathe in deep.
God, he smells good.
“I was in the Black Fist before I went to work for the family business,” Diesel says, someone opening and closing the front door for us. I don’t lift my head to see who because I’m too damn embarrassed. I may never show my face in public again.
“I really was the president, and then I decided to step back from it when my father asked to have me take over the Caldwell Corporation. He needed me and I couldn’t tell my father no.” Diesel is taking the stairs now, still carrying me in his arms, and I love it. I love the feeling of being loved, of being protected, of having someone take care of me. “I had to erase everything about my presence online. That’s why you get nothing when you google or Facebook me.”
I pause, listening to his words, my heart stopping with every word.
“I’ve never lied to you, Lisa, not once, not about anything. The only person I’ve lied to is myself.”
We’re in the guest bedroom now and Diesel kicks the door closed behind us, laying me down on the bed, staring down at me as he begins to strip. “I thought I could live without you, but I can’t. That day on the train station platform, I jumped in without thinking, and it was the best move of my life. Better than any business deal I’ve ever made. Better than any house or company that I’ve bought or sold. That day, I found you, and so I found me. Lisa, I love you. Please don’t ever make me live without you.”
Tears are filling my eyes now and I feel stupid all over again because I’m not normally someone who cries easily—sarcastic responses are more my style—but right here? Right now? All I can say is the truth.
“Diesel, I love you, too.”
98
Lisa
God bless you, Kim, I think as we stumble inside her guest room like horny teenagers, completely unable to take our hands off of each other. After what just happened, I think that’s pretty understandable. Shame on me for not believing Carlton, the outlaw MC.
One foot inside the room and he’s on me, closing the door with his foot in a hurry. He runs his fingers over my face, grabs my neck firmly with his other hand and kisses me. Not a simple kiss, but a hard one full of desire… One that makes my whole body scream, yearning to feel him inside of me.
I pull him into me, grabbing him by his tie. He smiles and takes his mouth to my neck, going up until his mouth touches mine again. Just one kiss and I’m already as wet as a raging river. This is absolutely perfect, being here with him. It’s all that I could wish for, really. Can this moment last forever? Forget about everything else—this, his love, is all that matters.
With my lips pressed on his, a storm of static electricity rages inside of me. My body buzzes with pleasure, a fire threatening to rip my muscles apart. My heart drumming wildly, I start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his sculptural body inch by inch. I run my fingers through his chest and abs, stopping where a trace of untanned skin starts to show. By now my body is already humming with pleasure from the inside out. God, I’m so damn wet, all of me aching to feel him.
The moment the last button on Diesel’s shirt pops out, I pull it down his arms; now half naked, my eyes wander over his perfectly carved muscles. Burning with desire, his fingers start to draw a line up and down my legs; each time his fingers come up, he goes closer to my inner thighs, making my insides clench in delight. My heart is racing like a galloping horse, one hell bent on finishing the race in first place.
He presses his body against mine, the huge bulging on his crotch tenting his pants. He pushes me against the wall and, his hands on my waist, he turns me around. My hands go to the wall, and I gasp as he starts unzipping my dress, kissing my neck all the while. I can hear his heavy breathing against my skin, all of him hungry for my body. He pushes the straps down my arms and my dress starts to droop, bunching up at my waist.
I turn on my heels then, my mouth looking for his. We kiss and I close my eyes, allowing myself the privilege of going completely crazy; I hook my fingers on his belt and pull him into me as well, his lips going straight to my neck and chest and his fingers dangerously close to my completely drenched th
ong.
Sliding his finger up my inner thigh, Diesel moves fast and pulls my thong to the side. He then presses one finger right above my clit, rubbing it in fast circles and forcing me to pull out from his kiss so that I can moan. His finger then goes down to my folds and, after stroking the whole length of my pussy, he gently slides his finger inside me. He does it once. And then twice. By the time he slides his finger in for the third time, my body is already alight with pleasure. Pressing his thumb over my clit, he brings it home; I grit my teeth as my pussy tightens around his finger, a wave of endorphins hitting me at once. I moan loudly as I climax, Diesel playing me as if I were an instrument.
My body still reeling from the first orgasm of the night, I place my hands on his chest and push him back. I gasp as I feel his fingers letting go of my pussy, but I don’t stop. I walk past him, moving my hips teasingly as I cross the room toward the bed. Once there, I turn on my heels and, facing him, I reach for the clasp in my bra and unfasten it. I let the straps hang down my arms, the cups drooping over my breasts, but I keep the bra in place; he can peel it off of me. Then, an inviting smile on my lips, I throw myself back on top of the mattress.
Diesel doesn’t wait for further instructions; he simply walks toward the bed and climbs on top of the mattress. Before I can even blink, he’s already kissing me hard, his hand crawling up my stomach to my still hidden breasts. Slowly, he starts to pull my left breast out of the bra, an erect nipple jumping into sight. He pulls on it lightly, pinching it between his index finger and thumb, and then starts to rub it softly. My body is going to explode with so much pleasure, I’m sure of it.
He then lowers his head toward my stomach and lays his lips there, letting them sail down to my waist and then to my inner thighs. He starts to kiss them eagerly, pressing two fingers over my thong at the same time.
I close my eyes as I start to imagine him between my thighs, his full lips reaching for my pussy… Oh, I want him to lick me hard, I want his tongue tracing the whole contour of my wet pussy. Somehow, he seems to hear my thoughts; he pushes my thong to the side and, immediately after, he presses his lips against my pussy. He moves his warm tongue up and down my inner lips, always circling my clit whenever his tongue touches it. With each second that passes he starts to lick me more quickly, his breathing intensifying as his tongues jabs at me in a frenzied lust.
Licking my pussy, he abruptly grabs my bra and pulls it down my arms. He throws it off to the floor, his hands immediately reaching for both my breasts.
Still in absolute control over my pussy, he wraps his lips tightly around my clit and starts to suck on it, sparks of electric pleasure making the climb up to my brain. Then, he parts my folds with his fingers and, before I have the time to prepare for it, he slides his index finger in. He does it slowly, but goes all the way in, only stopping when his fingertip is firmly nestled against my g-spot; he presses it there, drawing a purred moan out of me. I’m still moaning when he slides one more finger inside, my back arching as I succumb to pleasure. By the time he slides the third finger in, I’m ready to come again, and that’s exactly what happens: arching my back over the mattress, I let the fires of climax envelop me and all of me burns. With my fingers curled on the sheets, I bunch up the fabric in my hands as my body convulses.
But he doesn’t stop, oh no.
He grabs me by the waist and turns me around, my stomach flat against the mattress. Then, his fingers on my waist, he makes me raise my ass up. The moment I do it, I immediately feel his tongue brushing against my pussy again; I can’t help but look over my shoulder just to see him between my legs. My heart skips a beat as he pulls back and, going to his knees, offers me a wild grin.
He places his hands on my ass cheeks and pulls them apart. Oh, I know what he’s going to do next and I’m already loving it. He goes for it, his wet tongue running across my ass crack and then focusing on my hole, circling it eagerly. He presses his tongue against my ass and jabs it in, my skin prickling as I feel him exploring my insides. To make it even more maddening, he slides two fingers deep inside of me and presses hard against my G-spot, that electric feeling of pleasure biting at my muscles.
He rubs until all of me is burning, and I jut my ass back at him, pressing my cheeks against his face as he licks me.
Burying my face against the mattress, I scream into it, biting down on the sheets as my body starts to convulse like I’m possessed by some sex-crazed demon. I collapse on top of the bed, my eyes closed as I try and catch my breath. God, we haven’t even started fucking and I’m already on the verge of being exhausted. Of course, when it comes to fucking, I always have reserves ready. And even if I get exhausted and deplete all my reserves, well, I can always push through.
I take a couple of deep breaths and roll to my back, opening my eyes to look at Diesel. He’s still grinning, my juices dripping down his chin. Just seeing him like that is enough to kick my mind into high gear. I sit up on the bed and crawl past him to the edge of the bed. I go to my feet then, leaning toward him and unbuckling his belt; I take it off his pants and throw it to the corner, then grabbing his pants and tugging harshly, his fly unzipping by itself loudly. My fingers curled around his boxer briefs, I push them and his pants down his legs, undressing him completely.
Now completely naked, he’s at my mercy; I go to my knees, looking into his eyes as I lick my lips. He accepts the invitation, immediately going up to his feet. I lean forward and begin to slowly kiss his shaft, savoring it in abandonment. My lips go to his tip, and I open my mouth and take all of his thick member into me; the moment I feel its tip against the back of my throat I start bobbing my head back and forth, each time I go down my pace increasing.
While I’m doing it, he grabs at my hair, applying some pressure on my head and guiding my movements. I pull out then, his cock sliding out of my mouth with a loud pop. I barely have the time to take a deep breath with his fingers curled tight around my hair, he makes me go down again. I go low this time, wrapping my lips around his balls and sucking them lightly. Then I kiss up his shaft, opening my mouth wide and taking all the length of his hard cock into my warm and ravenous mouth.
I start bobbing my head, my pace always increasing until I finally place my hands on his waist and urge him to fuck my mouth. That’s exactly what he does, keeping my head in place and thrusting at me, his shaft sliding in and out of my hungry mouth steadily.
He rolls his eyes in pleasure and, just knowing that I’m the cause of his ecstasy, a shiver goes through me as my pussy clenches hard. I'm driven so crazy by his pleasure that I immediately make my hand slide to between my legs and toward my pussy. Parting my folds, I let two fingers in and start to move them at a steady pace, all while he keeps on fucking my tight little mouth.
I open my mouth wide, trying to go as deep as I can, his shaft tightly pressed inside my mouth. With my free hand I caress his balls, going from one to the other and moving my fingers over his skin as softly as I can. He pulls my hair, forcing me to lean deeper into him and, as he does it, my fingers start to go in and out of my pussy faster than ever.
With his length in my mouth and two fingers in my pussy, I come hard, closing my eyes as a tidal wave of ecstasy washes over me. Pleasure bursts all over my body, my legs quivering and threatening to buckle under my weight. I survive, though, not even taking his cock out of my mouth to breathe. I continue sucking on him all the way through but, the moment I sense his body becoming taut and rigid, I slow down; he’s not allowed to come yet. Oh, no, there’s still a lot more to do.
I go to my feet with shaky legs and approach him, kissing him and spreading the few drops of pre-cum on my tongue all over his lips. He lunges forward as I kiss him, cupping my ass cheeks harshly and letting his mouth wander down to my right nipple. Then, he turns on his heels, his back to the bed. He throws himself back, his mast pointing upward in an inviting position; happy to oblige, I climb on top of him.
With cat like movements I sit over his thighs and lean forward, brushing my br
easts all over his delicious body. Grinning, I turn my back to him and move back, positioning his face right between my thighs. I ease myself down on his mouth and lean forward at the same time, his tongue brushing against my pussy while I guide his cock inside my mouth.
Spreading my legs wider, I rub my pussy against his mouth, rejoicing as he takes a mouthful. I roll my tongue around his shaft and then start bobbing my head up and down, my rhythm matching his. We go like that until Diesel stops, pulling out and taking a deep breath, and that’s when I realize that I can’t postpone this any longer. I’m done with all the foreplay: it’s time for some real action.
I lean forward, taking my pussy out of his mouth, and sit back across his thighs once more, my back turned to him. I lift myself up slightly and, grabbing his cock, I point it up as I ease myself down, brushing his tip against me. Instead of playing it gently, I throw all caution to the wind and simply go down, his shaft piercing me in one single stroke. I let out a mighty scream and immediately start to rock my body against his, my head thrown back as my hair cascades down my shoulders.
Jumping up and down, I allow his thick shaft to push its way past my folds over and over again, Diesel fucking me as if we only have a few minutes left to live. We go like that until I feel that familiar burning sensation inside of me, ecstasy clawing at my insides and trying to break free.
I come with one mighty scream, my brain stretched thin as a violent orgasm embraces it and chokes down every trace of rationality.
I don’t take a break; I just slide his cock out of me and go on all fours, swaying my ass from side to side, inviting him in. Going to his knees hurriedly, he positions himself behind me and brushes his shaft against my pussy, teasing me until I start thrusting back at him, somehow trying to force him to fuck me.
