OVERCAST (B723 Book 1)

by Hazel Grace

  Slowly he sits then pushes himself backward to get centered, but he doesn’t do what I ask.

  “Do you need a pain killer?” I ask him, watching the look of what appears to be discomfort.

  He shakes his head. “No, I want you.”

  “Then lay down.”

  “Get naked.”

  This man.

  Looping my thumbs under the straps of my dress, I let it cascade down my shoulders before shimming out of the fabric. Marty’s eyes absorb my body, sending excited tingles through every inch of my flesh.

  He makes me feel beautiful, unstoppable. As though I’m the only thing he can see.

  Standing in only a pink bra and panties, Marty’s lust-filled irises meet mine. “Still dressed, sweetheart.”

  My lips heave and, like one of the strippers at Dougie’s I leisurely sway my hips, thumbing the waistline of my panties.

  “I’m counting each one of your teases,” Marty claims with narrowed eyes. “Just wait until I’m up and running around.”

  I swivel, allowing the cotton fabric to dip over my ass. “Like this?”

  A low growl fills the room, the culprit unable to jump off the bed and smack said body party.

  I’m being mean, I know, but the aftermath of Marty’s threats are more pleasurable than painful, and I seem to be addicted to them. I feel powerful when he praises and pays homage to my body.

  And I’m spoiled rotten when it comes to him. Some might say I’m an idiot, that I’m naive and stupid, but I’m happy. The most elated I’ve ever been in my life, and I have to answer to no one.

  Except maybe Marty but I’m not complaining.

  “Get over here,” Marty barks, tapping the side of the bed. “I’m going to start that disciplinary action right now.”

  I practically skip over to him and position myself so that I’m straddling his frame.

  I smile, shimming my ass against his naked cock. “I’m ready.”

  She’s ready—or she thinks she is. I’ve been waiting to sink my dick into Stormi for over forty-eight hours, having to watch her slip into dresses and my T-shirts when she’s ready for bed. Every time I touch her, she scolds me to rest and get some sleep, but my mind has been turbo-running down the track wanting to get us both to the finish line.

  I’ve been impatiently biding by her little “rules”, the bathroom the only place I’m allowed to go by myself. The woman acts like a single gunshot wound is going to open up to where I bleed out everywhere in front of her.

  I’ve gone through worse, almost had my head taken off when I was trying to take down a small group of al-Qaeda years ago. But Stormi believes that one wrong move and I’m going to collapse and never wake up.

  No matter how many times she reprimands me to be quiet and hang loose, I can’t chill out when she’s near me. Her catering to me was cute and sexy at first, but I’m starting to lose some of my pride, and the thoughts of that gun resting underneath her chin has been fucking with me.

  It flashes through my brain in waves, sometimes unexpectedly. She could be rambling off about something, and then it’s there—the silver barrel of the gun and her finger on the trigger. What pisses me off, even more, is that I have Wade to thank for saving her from herself.

  Mind you, we may be even since I took out his ex-wife. However, he couldn’t stand the bitch, and Stormi is my entire world now. And being indebted to Wade Lockwood for the rest of my life and him knowing what he did for me is something I’ll never be able to wipe clean from my brain.

  Another reason I’m pissed off.

  However, I don’t have time to ponder too much more on it because I have another problem that I’ve created for myself if you want to call it that.

  I’ve created a monster. A prettier, smaller version of myself that likes to come out to play when I’m being needy as fuck. The closest way we’ve been to intimate are gentle pecks to my cheek when she brings me the pain pills Lucien left for me. God forbid they’re on my lips, I might die of a heart attack or some shit.

  At this point, I just may.

  The build-up of how much I crave to fuck this woman may just send my heart rate skyrocketing. Gone is also the woman who unknowingly knows how gorgeous she is or that her body could make me do anything her little heart desired.

  I’m mush in her palms, seeping through her fingers and begging to land somewhere on her body. Because Stormi is a walking, talking tease now, silently demanding that I confess everything I want to do for her.

  It’s not a problem.

  In fact, I can’t help but announce everything she makes me feel. My mouth won’t shut the fuck up, my body won’t stop until she’s under me or on top like she is now.

  Her bodyweight only fuels my inkling to lose everything. She’s aware of how much she means to me, and she uses it.

  She should because I did.

  And I want her to be aware that my intentions are her and only her. Even if my worst fear comes to light, and she decides to leave me in the future.

  Hell, my bunker is still in the yard, I’ll never let her dip out on me.

  The argument of it violating human rights doesn’t even set in with me because when I marry this woman, it will be ‘till death do us part.

  Stormi gazes down at me, waiting patiently for me to tell her what to do next. Her lighter blue hair falls down her shoulders and chest, still not a match for those eyes that entrance me into an incoherent state.

  “Bra is still on,” I voice before she reaches behind her to remove it. The moment her perfectly-sized tits bounce free, my next order is an obvious one. “Jump on my dick and ride it.”

  For a second.

  I’m beyond the action, prepared to jackhammer into her silky body, and teach her a short little lesson of “listen to my ass when I tell you to put the fucking weapon down”.

  After having her hold one for the first time weeks ago, I never thought I’d have to literally demand that she take her newbie ass down a few pegs because it wasn’t a squirt gun.

  She would die, I would too, and God help everyone else if I lost her.

  My next inhale is taken away when she impales herself completely around my, now, throbbing length.

  It pulsates, psyched up, and about to blow it’s load because she feels like hell and peace.

  My sanctuary where my heart lies.

  The most powerful entity that controls me.

  The sun and the moon may affect people’s moods and the way they feel, but Stormi is my access point. The only human who could fully break and put me back together. She’s my hurricane when she’s fucking me with her tight little body and my calm when she’s not.

  Carefully she keeps her weight off me, obviously scared to hurt my leg in any way as she slowly lifts and descends right back down on me. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, suppressing a moan that wants to slip away.

  But that’s not what totally gets me right now.

  It’s her concentration on fucking me that’s the most striking and alluring thing I’ve ever seen.

  Especially when all she has to do is just guide herself, and I’ll have no problem coming just from watching and feeling her alone.

  She bucks her hips gently when she ascends off me, torturously letting me feel how tight her walls are. How flawlessly she fits me. How lucky of a shithead I am that she wants me.

  “That feel good, baby?” I ask her, observing in pure awe as I watch the woman who transformed before my eyes take advantage of me.

  Which we all know I don’t care.

  She bobs her head, placing her soft palms on my hard chest. “Am I the boss?”

  “No,” I half-ass scoff. “You’re being punished.”

  Who the fuck are we kidding here?

  That ship has sailed, and the only “punishment” that will take place around here is her and the way her body beckons to me every second of every damn day.

  “Seems like I’m doing all the work,” she replies with a slow lift of her lips.

  It’s a
n interesting fact, that, Stormi went from timid to wanting to fuck with me all the time.

  Don’t get me wrong, her being comfortable is enough to drive me insane, but I do have to keep some of my damn balls when it comes to the bedroom.

  “I didn’t tell you to ride me, sweetheart,” I retort. “You took this cock all by yourself.”

  She suddenly stops moving, my big fucking mouth getting me in trouble once again. My dick goes on protest for it to shut the hell up so we can watch her screw us into the best high ever.

  “Alright—” she lowers her body, taking me to the hilt off a shaky exhale and remains still, killing us both. “—I’ll wait.”

  Twirling my wrist with my index finger extended, I say, “Turn around and put your pussy in my face.” Her jaw plunges slightly before she rearranges herself so that now I can have some sort of control. “Lower.”

  Spreading her knees across the mattress, Stormi is about to learn how ruthless I am when it comes to serious shit that could change both of our lives.

  Without warning, I lean forward, my tongue connecting with her clit before trailing all the way down her center to the hole I haven’t gotten to explore yet. She lets out a shocked squeal, tightening her legs around my head, and I tap my forearms into her inner thighs.

  “Wide,” I deadpan through one of her frustrated growls. I softly bite the inside of her leg, silently warning her that this is what happens when I’m put into a position that I have no control over. I was at her mercy to listen, and while I’m normally cool with it, that situation was fucked.

  “Marty,” she whines, wanting more of my tongue sweeping across her needy pussy.

  Yeah, she can’t hide her shit in the moment, and I’m fucking addicted to it.

  “Suck my cock, sweetheart, nice and hard.” She immediately complies, apparent that I just need to sway her to coming, and she’ll pay attention.

  Her wet lips wrap around my dick, and she bobs her head, going from zero to a hundred so she can get what she wants.

  The problem for her is that she’s not going to get it.

  Not first anyways.

  With my good leg, I thrust upward, filling her tiny mouth as I hit the back of her throat and a choked gag muffles over it.

  That’s for not pulling the trigger on me when I told you too.

  Inserting two fingers inside her, I pump them vigorously, ridding myself of the aggravation that begins to travel through me again.

  That’s for telling me you loved me and still making me watch you say goodbye.

  Stormi hums, creating an excited twitch from my dick and an immediate growl from my chest. I can imagine her pink lips shrouded around me, blue eyes innocently peering up, wanting to please me.

  Removing my fingers, I coat her virgin hole with her wetness and find her clit with my lips. An aroused moan rumbles against me at the same moment she begins to ride my face.

  That’s when I let her thrusts work against her asshole. My thumb is pressed up against it, wanting to get her used to the idea of my cock one day being inside her tight ass.

  My cock pops out of Stormi’s lips as she takes a second for her own, focusing on how I’m smothering myself with her pussy and not bothering to come up for air.

  Bucking my hip once off the bed, Stormi takes that as her cue to continue sucking me off. I spread her ass, biting down on one cheek then the other.

  “I don’t think you deserve to sit down for a week,” I mutter, trailing kissing to her core. Stormi shutters against my lips and the teasing brushes. “I don’t think you’ve fully made amends to me, sweetheart.”

  She nods her head, me still between her lips because the more she works me up, she knows I’ll never stop. And with that being said, she takes me deeper, causing my eyes to close on their own and throw this whole idea of teaching her a lesson right out the door.

  I’m close.

  To just doing what I normally do, but that would include not giving a fuck and just doing what I want. Something that always arises when it comes to everyone else.

  But with Stormi, she’s a weakness and a strength. I have zero control over myself when she’s around, and when she’s doing shit I don’t particularly like, my chiding her lasts a minute if that and I’m right back down the black hole. My brain isn’t accustomed to caring for anyone but Reagan and Huck. My tolerance for Wade is limited, and B723 is my second family, but no one can make me feel completely insane and grounded at the same time like this woman.

  I never wanted to bask in the light, but with her, it’s all I want to be because she shines in it.

  Her scent in my nostrils, her pretty pussy in my face...

  “Move if you don’t want to swallow me, baby,” I tell her. “I’m about to fucking come.”

  She doesn’t move or halt from working me, and that’s when I blow my load inside her mouth. Her sucking and taking everything has my skull resting back on the mattress, too dizzy to do anything else with the orgasm that just swiftly ripped through me.

  After a minute, I slap her ass and shove the next words from my mouth before I let myself get to me.

  “Thanks, sweetheart.”

  Stormi slides down my chest, still straddling me so she can look down at me. “Thanks?”

  And there is it.

  “Yep.”

  A mirthless chuckle escapes her lips as she lifts one knee to remove her weight off me.

  Instant regret fills my chest because I just dismissed her, which isn’t something I want us to end the night with.

  The moment my mouth opens, she is on me again, this time facing me, the sweat off her skin glistening.

  “Don’t worry,” she cajoles, positioning my still semi-hard cock against her center. “I’ll only be a minute.” She accepts me all in one haul, sending a wave of lust coursing through my cock. “Sit up in case I want to kiss you.”

  I immediately spring upward, resting on my elbows as she drives herself over me. Her tits bounce, her hands rest on my chest to steady herself, and the way she takes control—fuck me.

  “You wanna kiss me now?” I taunt, thrusting my ass off the bed once just to take her deeper than before. She releases a tiny moan before shaking her head. She’s pissed at me and taking it out on my cock.

  I can’t think of another way for us to make up or take our aggression out on each other. As long as we can talk or fuck it out, I believe we’ll be okay in the long run.

  “You mad?” Her narrowed blue eyes flick to mine before they soften and roll. “I know you got claws, baby. Use them.”

  “I’d rather...use your dick. And—” She leans closer to me. “—I’ll remember that little tease.”

  “It’s called discipline.”

  “It’s called you not having any control over my decisions.”

  “That’ll never be one I’ll ever give you. Sacrificing yourself for me is never an option.”

  “But you can for me?” Her breathing is ragged and hot, mixed with the moans she’s trying to suppress because she wants to get her opinion out.

  It’s fine, still not going to be something I’ll give her. Everything else she can have, but death isn’t one of them. And I’m selfishly going to request that I die first because burying and mourning her isn’t something I’m built to do.

  “Yes,” I finally say. “I’d lay down my life for you right now if—” Her hand seizes my throat, fingers inserting pressure on my neck, and this is new.

  Her eyes gloss over in irritation as she leans over me again. “You will not make a decision like that without me. And furthermore, you will not punish me for doing so. You can be angry at me—fine—but not making me finish, Marty? Mhmm...you’ve been throwing a silent temper tantrum about not doing anything because of your injury. I can just take myself right off the table altogether.”

  “Not happening,” I retort.

  She perks a brow, slowing her movements until she’s not moving at all. “Feel this? I’ll throw your ass on a timeout.”

  “With your
pussy off the table, huh?”

  “Yep.”

  “Sounds awful,” I drone.

  “Then I guess you better fix it.” Removing her hand, she straightens her spine. “And make me come—hard.”

  I move upward, letting my cock sink to the max before she begins to follow me, her expression softening in response.

  “You wanna come in my mouth?” She shakes her head. “You’re going to make me finish again.”

  “I’m kind,” she replies before a long growl fills in between us. “But you better chase it because once I’m done—” My hips hurl upward, ceasing her next words.

  “Are we fighting?” I ask because I seriously don’t know. I’m going to have to read up on kissing ass because I’ve never had to before.

  “Depends how many stars I see,” she replies.

  “I want you to see me.”

  “You’re a selfish prick.”

  My lips quirk. “Only with you, and I’m not sorry.”

  “Mhm...”

  “Kiss me, sweetheart.” Her eyes trail down to mine.

  “No.”

  “Gonna make me work for it? I’m injured.”

  She rolls her blues. “You said you were fine.”

  “Misspoke.”

  “My butt.”

  “About that...” One of my hands find her ass. “I was hoping one day you’d let me fuck you there.”

  Her eyes widen. “What?”

  Leaning forward so that I don’t have to depend on my elbows anymore, we’re chest to chest with her peering down at me. “I want to fuck your ass.”

  “Now?” I can’t help the laugh that breaks from my lips at how incredulous she sounds.

  “Not with the sound of horror coming from your voice.” Wrapping my palm around the back of her neck, I haul her closer to me, an inch from her lips. “One day. I’m going to make you so delirious that you won’t care where my dick is only that you’re about to break the fuck apart.”

  I press my mouth to hers, opening those soft lips with my tongue as her frame melts into mine. I knead her ass, my hand finding her clit between us so that every thrust and ascend she performs hits the pads of my fingers.

  “I love you, sweetheart. I’m always going to protect you, I’m sorry, but you mean everything to me. I can’t lose you—ever.”