by A. Valentine
“Quincy,” she moaned, tossing her head from side to side. “I need you…”
Chapter Nine
Lust poured through Quincy in a moment as he watched Anne, his own breath caught in his chest. He didn’t know how he was supposed to react. A moment ago, his parole officer, the man that controlled every aspect of Quincy’s life, had been in his apartment. That hadn’t deterred Anne in the slightest, apparently.
Swallowing hard, Quincy walked forward with leaden feet and dropped down onto his knees. His mouth was dry as he took in the sight of Anne, touching herself and moaning out his name to the high heavens. Even her blush was sinful, sending all of Quincy’s blood racing to his cock in just a few seconds.
“Will you let me…?” Quincy asked, his voice trailing away into nothing. It was rare that he asked for permission for anything, even involving. Watching Anne now, he felt as though he were intruding in something sacred. Something that ought not to be seen or disturbed by an outside force such as himself.
Anne nodded, her head rolling back and forth on the mattress as though she were a ragdoll. Quincy wanted nothing more than to take Anne wholly in that moment, to press into her and make her feel every inch, but he resisted. He pulled off her boots first, glad that the laces were already mostly undone, making his task far easier. Next he removed her leggings, which were strewn across the floor of his bedroom without a care in the world.
Anne had begun to finger herself with more vigor, now that she was almost exposed to the object of her affections. Quincy was there, sitting in front of her, and wanting nothing more than to take her. Anne was more than willing to oblige. She wanted Quincy, no, needed him, and she didn’t know how else to tell him than to show him.
He seemed to get the message easily enough as his fingers folded into the waistband of her panties. Quincy spent only a moment in treasuring the feeling of the elastic before pulling them down, and tossing them aside. They landed somewhere with her leggings, but Quincy couldn’t be bothered by the mess right then.
Anne was absolutely gleaming between her legs, soaking wet and all for him and him alone. A smirk curled his lips as he watched Anne’s fingers, methodical and sure about their movements as she pulled and rubbed and circled.
“Are you ready, just like this?” Quincy asked. He didn’t know if he would be able to wait any longer, what with his beautiful prize laid out in front of him like a present waiting to be unwrapped. “You don’t need anything else?”
“Only you,” Anne assured. With a great strain, and a groan at the loss of contact, Anne pulled her fingers out of herself, and rested her hands up by her head. She smiled at Quincy, and raised an eyebrow at him. It was a coy look, but on the inside she felt ready to implode with nerves.
Quincy soothed her, though, and leaned forward to claim her lips in a kiss. It was soft and gentle, but was paired with his thick girth sliding into her. The burn made the both of them gasp, but Quincy pushed through, and it was better than anything he had ever felt in his life. It seemed as though time was moving slowly for the two of them, giving them both time to think and adjust.
Anne’s chest was heaving still, perhaps even harder than it had been before, and she reached up to put a hand on Quincy’s cheek. She caressed the soft, tattooed bone, keeping him close to her.
“This is my first time,” she whispered.
Quincy stopped his harsh breathing for one moment to look at Anne with wide eyes. “What do you mean your first time?” he asked, although he was certain that he knew what Anne meant.
“With a guy, doing something like this,” Anne clarified. “I wouldn’t have wanted it to be with anyone other than you.”
“You’re giving me something as special as this?” Quincy asked. “Even though you know that I’m a criminal?”
“I told you,” Anne murmured, “that doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care what you’ve done, as long as it’s all in the past.”
Quincy nodded, and with that, began to slowly pull out of Anne and then thrust into her. “It is all in the past,” he assured. “I’d give it all up to be with you for just one more moment.”
“You’ll have plenty more than one moment,” Anne said with a gasp as she threw her head back against the sheets. “You’re so good at this,” Anne praised as Quincy began to fuck her with more vigor, using quick, hard thrusts.
Anne could hardly think to say anything more, a string of nonsense escaping her mouth and hitting the heated air between the two of them. She could already feel an orgasm mounting, and she put one hand back onto her clit, pressing against it lightly. Anne let Quincy do most of the work, letting his thrusts send momentum through her arm and to her finger, rubbing in just the right way.
Quincy, on the other hand, was thinking too much. He could hardly focus on thrusting in and out of Anne, despite how good it felt. All he could think about was how this was going to ruin him forever. He could feel words bubbling in his chest, but he didn’t want to voice them. He didn’t want to give them power.
Suddenly, it seemed as though Anne’s entire body had gone still, and a near-scream ripped from her lungs. Her throat was raw at the end of it, and her vision had gone completely starry. In her body, boiling lava coursed through her at an alarming pace. She was almost convinced that it was going to literally burn her up before she could do anything more.
A few moments later, after using Anne as a tool for his own pleasure, Anne felt the sudden spurt inside of her as Quincy’s seed shot into her and filled her to the brim. He pulled out with a grimace, and collapsed next to Anne. Neither of them could barely manage to breathe, but Quincy found the courage to speak up first.
“Can I tell you something, Anne?” he asked. It was the second time in one night that he had to ask for permission from the girl, and in a way, it was starting to grow on him.
Anne hardly had the strength to speak. She simply nodded
“I love you,” Quincy whispered. In a moment, he had pulled Anne close to his body, holding her tightly and avoiding having to look at her for fear of what she might say in retaliation.
Any other time, and Anne might have given Quincy a smart remark. Instead, she held the silence for a few moments longer. Only when their breathing had evened out did she speak.
“I love you, too. No matter who you used to be.”
Quincy let himself smile. A genuine smile that stretched his cheeks and made it hard to see, his eyes scrunched up with joy.
RUTHLESS, Sons of Silence
By: Emily Lovell
RUTHLESS, Sons of Silence
©Emily Lovell, 2016 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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Chapter One
Mother always told me to stay away from the guys who road motorcycles and smoked outside of the liquor store. She told me to never talk to them because they might try to get me to do something that I might regret. My mother also told me to never judge people by the
way that they looked, and that was exactly what she was doing.
“Leah,” my mother said as we walked into the grocery store. “I know that you’re eighteen years old now and you think that you’re grown, but you better listen to my warning.”
“What mom?” I asked as I walked down the aisles with my mother.
“You saw those motorcycle boys outside just now didn’t you?” I sighed. Every time mother saw a boy on a motorcycle and I was around, my mother always said something about them.
“Yes I did mother and I’m not going to speak to them.” Mother smiled and kept on walking. I shook my head in disbelief. Mother didn’t normally meddle in my life too much because I did well in school and never got into any trouble, so why did she seem to have this need to always tell me to stay away from people on motorcycles? I didn’t date much and when I did it never lasted long. I honestly didn’t even find any of the guys in the motorcycle club to be attractive.
I wasn’t the best looking eighteen year old in the world, but even I have standards when it came with how I wanted my man to look. My hair is curly and light brown which never came out the way that I wanted it to when I got dressed in the mornings. I’m incredibly short standing at 5’2 and only one hundred and two pounds. I was Latina mixed with an assortment of other nationalities, but I didn’t know a lick of Spanish. My amber skin was flawless and many said that my grey eyes were enticing. Not trying to sound conceited, but I knew that I could pull an attractive man and attractive wasn’t prevalent among the men in the motorcycle club.
“Are you listening to me?” my mother said and I came back down to reality.
“Sorry, what did you say?” my mother sighed.
“I said can you get some milk” my mother repeated irritably. My mother didn’t like repeating herself at all. I nodded my head and walked towards the refrigerator section. I picked up a milk carton, looked at the expiration date, and began the short walk to my mother and that’s when I saw the most beautiful man that I’ve ever seen.
“Excuse me,” his deep voice said as he rounded the corner and I almost ran into him. I blushed at the deepness of his voice. The man had to be around twenty-two or twenty-three years old. His eyes were a deep black and they looked inviting. He had to be taller than me by at least a foot. His skin was tanned and he looked like he wasn’t foreign to working out. I shook my head once I realized I was practically drooling over him.
“Oh no I’m sorry; I should have been paying attention.” He nodded his head and walked around me, not giving me a second look. I stood there and watched the muscles in his legs ripple as he walked away. There was something about him they drew me to him. He wasn’t dressed professional or anything; he wore a black jacket with a white shirt and blue jeans. I felt like that was the only look that suited him. He didn’t need a suit or a polo shirt, he was gorgeous the way that he was. I watched him for as long as I could before he rounded another corner, disappearing from my sight. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket then. “Hello,” I said not bothering to look at my caller ID.
“What is taking you so long? I’m already in line.” My mother said almost screaming into the phone.
“I’m sorry; I’ll be there in a few seconds.” I said and hung up the phone. I hurried over to my mother and she was already placing her things on the counter to be rung up.
“About time,” my mother muttered.
“Sorry,” I said again sheepishly. What else could I possibly say? I was gawking at a hot hunk of a man, which is why I took so long? My mom would have freaked out! The cashier rung us up quickly and before long we were walking out of the door. As we walked to our van, a man pulled off on his motorcycle in front of us. My eyes went wide when I saw who it was. It was the guy I was drooling over! He stopped allowing us to pass in front of him before he started moving again. My grey eyes were locked onto his beautiful face. My mother grunted once he pulled out of the parking lot.
“You see that one? He doesn’t even care about his life riding on that motorcycle without a helmet. A guy like that wouldn’t care about your life either.” I heard my mother talking, but I didn’t hear the words that she was saying. For a brief moment my eyes was held by those deep black ones and I felt my heart beat faster. He was nothing like the guys that I saw riding on motorcycles. My mom and I live in a small town and the only people who used motorcycles were “up to no good” as my mother always said. The guy appeared to be a little mysterious, but I was sure he was nothing like my mother thought he was like. I had to see him again, but did I have the courage to go to where they met up at? I helped my mother load the car up with the groceries and I sat in my seat deep in thought.
* * * *
My mom was going on and on about today’s youth and how misguided we are. My mom was older than most parents my age. My mom had me when she was forty and since she was pushing sixty, she acted more like my grandmother than my mother. It was just me and her at home, my father died when I was four years old from a heart attack and my mother never remarried or had any other children. This is the reason why she wanted me to follow a certain path in life. She lost a lot of people in her almost sixty years on earth and she didn’t want to lose me too. After I helped my mother put the groceries up, I excused myself to go into my room. I shut the door and plopped down heavily onto my twin bed and thought about Mr. hot and dangerous again.
“I wonder if I’d be able to see him again?” I asked myself as I remembered the intensity of his eyes. I knew that I didn’t have the same effect on him, he was able to walk passed me without a second glance. I felt foolish for thinking this, but I absolutely needed to see him again today. When I got the need to do something, that need kept nagging me until I’ve actually gotten up to do it. I pulled my phone out of my purse and looked at the time. It was 4:38 and I normally saw people meet up at 5:30 with their motorcycles across the street from the liquor store ran by George. I had a book that needed to be dropped off at the library, it wasn’t due yet but the library was a short walk from the liquor store. My mom wouldn’t question me that much if I told her I was going to drop off a book.
“Mom,” I opened my bedroom door and called out to her.
“Stop yelling in the house, come out here if you have something to say to me.” I sighed and walked into the living room where my mother was situated.
“I forgot that I had to take a book back to the library. Can I go drop it off right quick?” My mother looked at me long and hard almost like she was questioning my sincerity.
“You shouldn’t forget things like this,” she said turning back towards the TV and changing the channel. “Hurry up and be careful.” I smiled and went back into my room and grabbed the book.
“Alright see you soon” I said and I was gone.
Chapter Two
It’s hot today; almost ninety degrees and I questioned myself if I was still a bit too overdressed. I wore a peach tank top with some blue jean capris with flip flops and I was still burning up.
“I should’ve put on some shorts instead.” I mumbled to myself. Maybe the man that had captured my interest was a fan of long legs? I might have been short, but I had legs for days. I walked down the streets of my lonely town and I had finally made it to the liquor where the motorcyclists frequented every day around this time. I looked over towards the group and noticed that the person that I came for wasn’t there yet. “I’ll walk around the store for a little while then,”
“How are you doing today, Leah?” George, the owner of the store said. Since this was a pretty small town, just about everybody knew each other. I flashed my grin at him.
“I’m good, but it’s hot today.” George laughed and nodded his head in agreement. I didn’t want George to become suspicious of me so I walked to where the chips was at and grabbed me a bag and then I grabbed me a pop. I walked around a little more trying to make it appear that I was still looking for something to buy and then I made my way to the counter. I wasn’t in the store long, but hopefully it was long enough for
the man to be across the street.
“Tell your momma I said hi,” George said and I nodded my head and walked out of the door. I paused outside the door and looked across the street. I sighed when I saw that he wasn’t there. Maybe he’ll be here after I’ve dropped my book off; I thought to myself and began walking again. The library was ten minutes from the store and I thought that twenty minutes would be more than enough time for him to make it to there. At least, that was what I was hoping. The library was closed on Saturdays so I was happy that nobody would be around once I dropped my book off. The heat was really starting to get to me then and I needed to sit down for a moment. After I slid my book through the return box, I sat down on the steps and got my pop out of the bag. Even though I only bought it so that George wouldn’t look at me oddly, I was glad that I had done so. I drunk down the liquid and fanned myself as I did. One would think that I’d be used to our hot and dry weather, but I wasn’t and it was killing me. I was sweating like crazy and I was starting to feel a little light headed. Opening my bag of chips I began woofing them down like crazy. Why was I starting to feel this bad? The heat had never gotten to me the way that it was getting to me now.
“Man,” I said and fanned myself some more. I was starting to feel incredibly sick. I might have to cut my little adventure pretty short. I frowned when that thought came into my head. I really wanted to see the man again, but I didn’t want him to see me while I was feeling the way that I was feeling. I stood up on wobbly legs and immediately sat back down. I was in no condition to walk right now.
“Hey, are you okay?” I barely heard someone say as they killed the engine to their car. I looked up in a daze and my face turned bright red when I saw who it was. It was him! I jumped up completely forgetting about the dizzy state that I was in.
