Chicago Defiance Box Set Part One

by K E Osborn

  Would he?

  He chuckles walking back into the room, holding something behind his back. “You should see the look on your face, foxy. Trust me, delayed gratification is so worth it.”

  I huff. “Where the hell did you go?”

  Now standing at the end of the bed, his arm is still behind his back suspiciously. “Remember I told you I was going to have fun with you… and whipped cream?”

  I gasp as he puts his arm forward holding a can of whipped cream he’s obviously removed from my fridge. “Nooo…” I gasp in shock.

  “Yes,” he beams as he moves forward shaking the can.

  I squirm on the bed, the tension on my wrist tightens slightly as I struggle, and he chuckles harder while he moves into position pulling off the cap. He shifts in between my legs and brings the can to my thigh. I tense up as he squirts a long line along my inner thigh. The harsh sting of the cold cream actually renders my senses useless for a second, and then they go into overdrive radiating tingles down my spine in a very good way. Opening my eyes wide, I’m shocked by the feeling as he leans in, his warm tongue in stark contrast to the cold cream as he licks the cream from my body. A lump catches in my throat as my clit begins to tingle at the sensations washing over me.

  He sprays another line of cream, this time along the top of my pussy. I shudder as it sits so close to my clit, but not quite there, and my body trembles at the thought while he licks from one side of my pussy to the other. My breathing becomes rapid as his warm tongue instantly melts the cold cream. The sensations doing weird things to my body, things I’ve never felt before.

  My hands wriggle against the restraints as I try to contain the energy building in me. He’s working me up, and all he’s doing is licking fucking cream from me. I had no idea this could be so… so… damn erotic.

  He shakes the can again, my heart racing, and I close my eyes as my chest rises and falls dramatically with each of my frantic breaths.

  “This is going to be cold, foxy,” he warns, and I hear the spray before I feel it.

  My body jolts as the cream is sprayed directly on my clit. Immediately, my body arches off the bed in shock as he moves in, his warm tongue circling and lapping the cream at the same time he circles on my clit. Heat builds inside of me almost instantly as he continues to circle and flick his tongue on my clit. I moan out loud, not caring about the noises I’m making. His hand moves up cupping my breast, his fingers tweaking my nipple with firm pressure, enough to be almost painful as he brings me to the edge. His tongue is relentless.

  Torque has skill and precision, and as he works me up, more heat builds inside my body.

  My wrists pull on their restraints, the need to touch him is overpowering, but the thrill of being tied up is actually a rush and adding to the pleasure of this all.

  He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard, the immense pressure of the moment sends flashes of light behind my eyes. My body shakes, shattering the very fabric of time as everything around me splinters and fractures. It’s like the world explodes, and I scream out his name in a torrential outpour of ecstasy. The wave hits me so hard, so fierce that I gasp for air. It’s like I can feel everything and nothing all at the same time. I can’t explain it. It’s the best orgasm I’ve had in my life.

  Torque sucks on my clit one last time making me moan once more as I slowly rock back down from my immense high, and he pulls back swiping the cream and my juices from his mouth as he chuckles shaking his head. “Fuck, woman. That was intense. I nearly came from watching you come.”

  My head flops to the side, and I let out a small giggle, feeling slightly embarrassed at myself for letting go like that. But fuck, if he can do that every time, then I’m a goner. He can use cream on me whenever the fuck he wants.

  “I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. So strong and powerful, it nearly knocked me out.”

  He smiles and moves up the bed on top of me, his weight pinning me down, making my sleepy haze disappear. “Then foxy, wait until I’m inside of you.”

  His words send a shudder through me, and I lean up pressing my lips to his forcefully as he kisses me back. His tongue enters my mouth, and I can taste the whipped cream, it makes me smile against his lips as I kiss him frantically. Torque pulls back, and his fingers come up to untie my hands. I pout without thinking, and he smiles wide.

  “Don’t worry, Heeley, we’ll have sex tied up one day. But I’m gonna fuck you somewhere else right now.”

  Raising my brow as he unties my hands, I smirk. “Will you even tell me if I ask?”

  He grins but says nothing in response as my hands are freed, and he sits up taking me with him. He reaches past me and pulls my hair from its ponytail, letting it fall free, and I smile at the ease with which he did that. Then he looks at me with a serious face. “I don’t usually fuck without a condom, but I need to know if you’re on the pill or some kind of contraception.”

  I let out a giggle at his forwardness. “I’m on the pill. Why?”

  Torque nods. “Good, ‘cause where we’re going there ain’t no room for a condom, and babe, I don’t fuck without one, so consider yourself special.” He stands up grabbing me and lifting me over his shoulder like a caveman. I squeal as he slaps my bare ass making me laugh as my face falls right in line with his ass. I’m damn sad it’s still covered by his jeans. He is far too dressed for my liking.

  He heads straight through my bathroom walkway and into the bathroom. I’m pretty sure I know where this is going as he places me down in front of my tiny shower. He spins, leaning past me, turning my shower on and smiles wide.

  I look down to his jeans and raise my brow. “Aren’t you a little too dressed for this?”

  “Smart ass,” he murmurs then kicks off his boots, unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down at the same time as his briefs.

  Standing there in shock, I look at his perfectly huge cock. He doesn’t give me time to study it long though as he grabs me, spins me, and pushes me into the shower. I whimper at not being able to stare at the perfect specimen he is as he moves us inside the alcove. But once we’re both inside, the hot water belting over my skin sends a wave of tingling sensations all over my body. I turn my head to face him. That dark, hooded look is back in his eyes. He spins me, so my back is against the wall, but the water still runs between us. The water flowing down my breasts, down my stomach and between my legs washing off our foreplay.

  I get it now, the shower is to wash off the cream.

  Cream and sex—not a good combination.

  His hands run up my arms as he looks deep into my eyes. One hand running into the back of my slightly wet hair, his fingers fisting the tendrils tightly in a grip that makes me gasp, but my pussy tingle. The other moving between my legs, his fingers dancing on the edge of my folds as my legs separate wider giving him entrance.

  Torque leans in, his kiss is strong, powerful, and possessive as he takes control. His fingers slide inside me making me moan against his mouth as his thumb presses against my clit. His kiss is hungry, needing to satisfy me.

  I feel myself opening up, my walls stretching in satisfaction. My hips rock against his hand as his tongue collides with mine.

  The shower is hot making beads of sweat gather on my temple, but it could also be from him working me up. He seems to know exactly where to push, where to press. I’m so close to the edge. I moan out loud when he presses his thumb on my clit, bringing me right to the edge, and then he stops and pulls his hand from my pussy forcing the orgasm to fade away, and I whine against his mouth.

  His hand moves to my thigh bringing my leg up around his waist. I move with him as his cock shifts in line with my pussy, and now I don’t even care he’s left me hanging. All I care about is him inside of me.

  “This pussy is mine,” he murmurs through our kiss, and I moan incoherently back to him as he thrusts inside me making me gasp out while his length stretches and pushes inside me.

  He stops, leaving me to adjust to his size as we break our kiss
, and he rests his forehead against mine looking into my eyes. His eyes dark, full of lust, and staring at me so intently I know he’s struggling to hold it together as he pulls back and moves inside of me again. It feels so fucking good as his bare cock thrusts, the water cascading over us as we fuck in the shower.

  He moves back in to kiss me again, his fingers on my thighs digging in so tight, they’re sure to leave marks, but I don’t care. I like the reminder. His fingers in my hair hold so firmly, he’s pulling my hair, but the grip, the dominance is making this wilder than I’m used to. There’s no doubt, I like this side of Torque.

  His thrusts aren’t slow, they aren’t passionate, they’re fast and hard. They’re deep, they’re calculated, and they’re hitting the right spot as he works me to that place he’s so good at achieving. My skin riddles in goosebumps even though I’m boiling hot. I’m sweating as rivulets of water run down my temple and arms.

  Shudders wrack through my body as my hips move in time with his against the wall of my shower. I never thought in a million years when Torque came running into my store that we’d end up here, in my shower, fucking like rabbits, and it would feel this amazing.

  He thrusts up again, and it hits that spot which makes me moan in delight. The pressure is building, and my back arches off the wall. Heat intensifies inside of me so freaking hot, I feel like I might explode from the pressure as he moves in and out of me, his grip tight in every possible way.

  He hits again, and flashes of light dance behind my eyes. My muscles clench, and fireworks blast off in every corner of the motherfucking universe. It’s like his pyrotechnics are igniting my soul as every part of me shudders even harder than the first time, and I splinter into tiny fragments as my pussy convulses around his pulsating cock.

  Torque groans loudly, thrusting up inside of me. I try to hold on, but my body is spent as I ride out the last of my orgasm, but I know he’s right on the edge, so I tighten my pussy in an attempt to ring him out. He stops kissing me. His head falling into the crook of my neck. His teeth clenching onto my neck, hard, definitely leaving a mark as he explodes inside me so forcefully I can feel his cum spurt inside me then he lets out a deep sexual groan.

  My hands rub up and down his back as he tries to catch his breath, and I struggle for mine.

  That was the best sex of my life, and I can say it with all honesty. He finally pulls his head from my neck to look at me, his eyes dark and unfocused as he stares at me with a sly smile.

  “Fuck,” is all he manages as the water continues to pummel over us.

  I giggle and nod. “Yeah, fuck!”

  Torque leans in kissing me hard, and I kiss him back. We don’t have the same energy or vigor we usually have in our kisses, we’re both too spent, but we still kiss, and it’s enjoyable. He pulls back and slowly drops my leg from his side and shakes his head. “I knew the moment you tried to smack me one with a whipped cream can, we’d be fuckin’ dynamite in the sack.”

  I let out a small giggle. “Oh, so this is all you wanted, huh? Me in the sack. That’s what all this has been about?”

  He chuckles moving a stray piece of wet hair from my face. “You know it’s not. But it’s fuckin’ definitely a bonus.”

  “Well, biker boy, I gotta admit at this point, the sex is definitely a bonus.”

  He grins wide and leans in pressing his lips to my neck again and then he chuckles. “Oh, yeah? You like this,” he murmurs sliding his hand between my legs and pressing his thumb against my clit.

  I giggle, feeling his cock starting to harden against my thigh. I gasp. “Again?”

  He looks up at me and nods. “Oh, yeah, we’re going again. We’re gonna go at it all fucking night.”

  ***

  Lying in bed with Torque after having endless amounts of sex is exhilarating. His fingers are running up and down my arm gently as I lay my head on his chest, and we cuddle. Yes, cuddle in my bed completely spent. My fingers run around his skull pendant, and I have no fucking clue what the time is. All I know is, it must be the wee hours of the morning.

  “Torque…”

  “Mmm,” he murmurs sounding like he was almost asleep.

  “What’s with the skull?”

  He lets out a small breath and sighs. “My father gave it to me. Said it was a symbol that I was man enough to be a part of the Defiance. He gave it to me the day I earned my patch.”

  I weakly smile leaning in closer to him. “Thank you for tonight.”

  He lifts his head looking down at me. “You’re thanking me? That’s kinda weird. It was my pleasure. But Heeley, we’ll be doing this again… a lot, actually.”

  I smile and nod. “Okay… yeah. I’d like that.”

  He snorts, rolling me over on my back with him on top of me. I smile as he grins at me.

  “I’m sorry I took so long to come and see you. Won’t happen again.” He ducks down kissing me, and calmness filters through me.

  I believe him.

  I feel like we’ve come to a good place.

  I have no idea where we’re heading, but right now, I like where we’re at.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  TORQUE

  The feeling of Heeley sleeping in my arms is something I can quickly become accustomed to. Her head is pressed between the crook of my neck and my chest, her hair fanned out on my arm, and I swear I wouldn’t want to be anywhere other than right here, right now, with her soft breathing bordering on snoring as she does. It only makes me smile as my fingers gently run up and down her naked back.

  I have no idea what the time is, but I know it’s morning as the sun is shining behind her curtains. I should be getting back to the clubhouse as we have a shipment today. Even though there’s drama with the Andrettis, we still have our regular business to uphold, and our links to the Chinese Triads in Chinatown are holding strong. We don’t want to tarnish that relationship and have them flip over to Andretti territory. So, I need to be there for the shipment to go through to maintain our good relationship.

  The thing is, I don’t want to fucking move from this spot. Being with Heeley last night wasn’t just about fucking. I’ve done that for the last six years. Sure, the sex was crazy fucking good, but it actually meant something. It wasn’t just a means to an end. I feel something for Heeley. A connection.

  Fuck! I’ve never slept in a bed with a woman I’ve fucked other than Zoey, so that says something.

  Every club girl I’ve bedded has been sure to know the drill.

  We fuck.

  They leave.

  No emotion.

  No connection.

  No worries.

  But with Heeley, something’s shifting inside of me. I’m feeling things I haven’t felt for such a long time, and it both terrifies and electrifies me. The thought of bringing Heeley into the fold. Fuck! She’d fit in just like fucking Old Lady material should.

  My eyes open wide.

  Shit! Am I really thinking this already?

  That she could be an Old Lady?

  I haven’t even told her about Zoey and my son.

  I should do that, but I don’t know how she’ll take it. I think I’ll save it until we’ve at least established where this, whatever this is, is headed.

  She stirs, her breathing catching in her throat makes me grin as I glance down and lean in pressing a kiss to her forehead. She mumbles something incoherently as her arm stretches out across my chest. “Urgh… I hate mornings…” Her voice is raspy, kind of sexy, and it’s making my cock twitch. Her leg throws out wrapping over mine instinctively, and I smile as she envelops herself around me without hesitation. “It’s Saturday. Can we sleep for the entire day? Someone wore me out last night.”

  My hand slides up her arm on my chest, and I hold her to me in an embrace. “That sounds fuckin’ amazing, and while at any other time I’d gladly take you up on that, unfortunately, I have some club business I have to get to today.”

  Her head bobs up, and her bottom lip juts out in a pout. I smile leaning down and
taking her lip in by my teeth, biting it hard enough to make her whimper in delight. Then I kiss her softly, albeit briefly.

  “Fine, I’ll just study like always. Urgh… my life’s so boring,” she complains, and I chuckle.

  “Boring is good. Boring is safe.” I lean in kissing her forehead again, and she lets out a small laugh.

  “True. I have to admit I think I might like to see you getting your real biker face on. It might do strange things to my lady bits.”

  A throaty laugh echoes from my stomach, and I shake my head. “Fuck! Always surprising me. But I like you the way you are right now. One day I’ll show you more. Tell you more. But for now, I want to keep you thinking I’m one of the good guys.”

  She rolls onto her stomach, her arm lying across my chest as she props herself up to look down at me as she furrows her brows. “Rylan, you are a good guy. Sure, I don’t know about the… ahhh… not-so-legal things you deal in. And sure, that could possibly be a problem for me, but…” she lets out a heavy breath, “… I like you. I want to get to know you. The real you. We obviously have a connection here, one I’m willing to work at if you are, too. I want to see where this could lead… if I’m not being too forward. But I also don’t want to be dragged into any of your illegal stuff either.”

  Nodding, I weakly smile at her. “I get it. The women of our club, the old ladies, they have one of two choices they can make when they agree to be with one of us.”

  She raises her brow and listens intently.

  “First choice… you know everything. What we do. What’s happening? Everyone’s business. You know every single thing we do, which, also makes you liable in the eyes of the law.”

  Her eyes open wide as she swallows hard. I bring my hand up to her face and caress her cheek. Her face instinctively molds into my hand as I touch her.

  “Or, option two… you know nothing. You don’t know where we go. Who we see. What we’re doing. Anyone’s business. You’re a part of the club, but you know nothing about it. Plausible deniability. If anything happens with the cops, you won’t go down if we do. Thing about option two, though, I won’t budge. You wanna know where I’ve been, I won’t tell you under any circumstances if it’s club business.”