by Evelyn Glass
He grinned down at her. Maybe she had because he was throbbing in anticipation. “Is that enough steel for you?” he teased.
She grinned as she pushed him over to his back and swung a leg over him. “Let’s see how long you can keep it.”
As she swung her leg over his face, he drew her down, pulling her in tight and began to probe and lick, battering her clit with his tongue as she repeated his performance on the head of his cock. The woman had skills, that much was certain. They were in a duel, witch versus renegade, to see who could make the other come first.
He continued to lick and probe, pulling at her lips with his own as he caressed her channel with his fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped as her hips starting to pump, and he knew he had her. She began to moan softly as he continued to tickle her, pressing in harder with his tongue while her fellation increased in its intensity. After a moment, she became still, his cock still in her mouth, moaning around it while he continued to lick and probe.
“Shit,” she sighed. “That one goes to you,” she smiled as she turned in the bed, reaching over to the night stand and picking up one of the bottles. “You like peaches?” she asked as sheathed his sword then squirted a liberal amount of lotion on her breasts and his body and smeared it around to make them slick. She then lay across him and wrapped her breasts around his cock. “Fuck my tits. Fuck them hard.”
He thrust his cock between her breasts for a long moment, hissing in pleasure, before she pulled back and slid up, taking him inside as she settled over him with a sigh. He took a breast into his mouth, smiling at the taste of peaches as he tongued one of her nipples even more erect, before he pulled her lips to his.
She was fucking the shit out of him, gasping and moaning, but tonight he had a secret weapon. Each time he felt his orgasm rising within him, he thought about the confrontation with Stella in the diner, and the orgasm withered and died. He reached over and after a bit of fumbling, found the bottle of lotion and squirted a healthy dollop into his hands that he smeared all over her back, sides, ass and legs, before pushing her up, and adding another squirt to her chest, caressing her breasts before pulling her down and wrapping her up.
He drew his legs up and pounded into her hard and fast for several long moments, wrapping his hands in her hair and kissing her until she began to keen softly into his mouth. He pushed up, driving himself as deep into her as possible, holding himself there until he felt her relax in his grip.
She collapsed into him, both of them panting hard. “Fuck,” she sighed, then smiled before she kissed him slowly. “Did you come?”
“No,” he whispered.
“No?” She smiled softly. “You better come soon or you’ll wear my ass out. I haven’t been fucked like this in a long time.”
“You’re the one who put the hardness spell on me, remember?” he teased, holding her face in his hands.
She twittered out a laugh then kissed him quickly on the lips before she rolled off of him, and presented her ass to him for inspection. “I must not know my own power.” She wiggled her ass. “But don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging.”
He entered her slowly, pushing in deep with a sigh. He wanted to give her at least one more orgasm before he allowed himself to have his own, enjoying the game and wanting her to remember the Iron Kings when she started talking to her sisters.
He pounded into her until he began to sweat and she began to moan softly again. He realized when Circe began to moan she was working up to another orgasm. He pulled her hair, making her gasp, pounding into her harder still, before reaching around her and pulling her upright, pressing her back into his chest, a hand lightly around her throat as he kissed her neck savagely, his finger massaging her button as he continued to pound into her hard and fast.
She shuddered hard, bucking as she moaned while he struggled to hold her in place, until she lunged away with a gasp. She lay on the bed, panting on her side, but he wasn’t done. He flopped to the bed behind her, picking up another bottle, taking a quick look, then picking up the third. It was labeled as lubricant and he coated his cock with it, then squirted another splotch onto her ass. Unless she objected, he was going to ass fuck her because she seemed like the kind of chick who would dig it.
He pressed in slowly, pulling back several times to pick up additional lubrication before pressing in again. They gasped together, her tightness incredible as he slowly forced his way deep. “Fuck!” he barked, the rarity of what he was doing amping him up.
“That’s it. Fuck me in the ass,” she hissed, pushing back into him. “Fuck me in the ass until you come.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight!”
Circe smiled, though Royal couldn’t see it. She occasionally allowed men to take her ass, and she was in the mood tonight. Normally she was a one and done girl. A really good lover could sometimes get her there twice. But she couldn’t remember the last time she’d come three times in one session. Most men couldn’t last long enough to get her there more than twice. “Let’s see you not come now, you fucking asshole,” growled playfully as she clamped down on him with everything she had.
“Fuck!” he snarled, feeling like his cock was in a velvet vise as he began to move. He reached around her thigh to begin ticking her again. She pulled his hand away, but he returned and began to caress her again. When she pulled it away the second time, he caught her wrists in his hand and held them firmly over her head.
She began to struggle to pull her hands down as he reached between her legs again. If she asked he would release her, but not before. They engaged in a brief test of strength but she was no match for him. “Come on, fuck me!” she snarled pumping her hips as she continued to try to free her hands.
“Shit,” he snarled, thrusting into her hard.
“That’s it,” she growled. “Not so fucking tough now, are you? Not so fucking tough now!”
He began to rumble, low and deep in his chest. He tried to think of Stella, to hold off his orgasm again just to show her he could but he was too far gone.
“Fuck!” she gasped. “I’m going to come again. You’re going to make me fucking come again. Fuck!”
He released her hands and rolled over, pulling her up onto him, holding her by her neck but being careful not to squeeze too hard as his other hand tickled her pussy.
“I’m going to come,” he growled, thrusting into her as hard and fast as possible.
“Oh, God…damn! Shit! Fuck!” Circe cried out softly as she quivered.
Having her fall into her orgasm ripped away his control and he came, grunting softly as he spilled his essence into the condom.
They lay gasping a moment before Circe rolled off him with a groan then turned over to face him. “Shit, I’m going to be sore in the morning.” She paused then smiled at him before giving him a slow kiss. “Thank you for that.”
He chuckled as she snuggled in. “All part of the service.”
She reached down and caressed his still hard cock before pulling her hand back with a sigh. “Normally I would like to go again in an hour or so, but I’m done. You fucked the shit out of me.”
“It’s okay,” he said softly before kissing her on the shoulder. He didn’t plan to stick around anyway. Once she was asleep he would slip away into the night. She would understand, and if not, he didn’t care. He was just going to have beer with her in a bar to relax. She was the one who brought him home to fuck, and they hadn’t even exchanged names.
As she relaxed into sleep, he felt the hollowness return, the hollowness he thought he was past. But seeing Stella, and this empty sex, had reminded him of…what? What he’d left behind? With a sigh he waited, staring at the ceiling, waiting until he could disentangle himself from the woman lying on his arm and return to his own apartment, and his empty bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Morning, Angel,” Stella murmured sleepily as Katrina crawled into bed with her. It was their normal morning routine. Stella didn’t have to be at work until eleven, and set an
alarm for nine, but Katrina rarely slept past eight.
“I’m hungry,” Katrina replied with frank matter-of-factness as she snuggled in, Ted E. Bear still gripped tightly in her arm. If she was in her PJs, Ted was with her.
Stella smiled, yawned, and stretched with a long groan. She was looking forward to the days of getting eight hours sleep again instead of the five or six she was getting now. “Give Mommy a minute, okay?”
“Okay,” Katrina chirped. She actually gave her about three. “I’m hungry,” Katrina repeated.
Stella nodded and stretched. “Okay. What do you want for breakfast?”
“Pancakes!”
“You had pancakes yesterday.”
“I want pancakes!”
Stella snickered. “Okay, pancakes it is, but if you keep eating pancakes, you’re going to get fat!” she teased as she tickled Katrina to make her squeal and laugh. Katrina bailed out of the bed, and Stella chased her into the kitchen as Katrina shrieked in delight. As Stella prepared to make breakfast, Katrina place Ted in his own chair then climbed into her booster.
While Katrina waited, chatting about whatever came to her mind, Stella pulled the recycled ketchup bottle with the pancake batter out of the fridge and gave it a good shake while the griddle warmed, then squirted out four small pancakes the size of a jelly jar lid. After a moment she flipped the four cakes, allowed them to cook a moment longer, then transferred them to a plate for Katrina. A tiny curl of butter and a dash of syrup on each one, a glass of milk, and Katrina’s breakfast was ready.
While Katrina ate, Stella bathed and dressed for work. By ten everyone was fed, cleaned, and dressed for the day.
“You ready, Monkey?” Stella asked.
“Ready!” Katrina replied.
“Let’s go, then. You have everything?”
Katrina held up Ted for her mother to see, and Stella smiled. So long as they didn’t forget Ted, nothing else mattered. It helped Connie had a complement of clothes and toys at her house.
“Into the car!” Stella cheered then chased her daughter across the room.
“How’s my little angel this morning?” Connie asked as she opened the door.
“Good,” Katrina replied as she entered and immediately headed back to her room where her toys were.
“I’ll be by early,” Stella said, pressing the five twenties into Connie’s hand.
“Thank you, dear,” Connie said, taking the money. She had given up arguing with Stella about it years ago. “No date tonight?”
“No, Grammy, not tonight, but if it changes, I’ll call.”
“I was just wondering. It seems like all you do anymore is work. I worry about you.”
“Only a couple more months, then I can quit the diner.”
“I know you must be looking forward to that.”
Stella grinned. “You have no idea.” She gave Connie a peck on the cheek. “I’ve got to run. I’ll see you about eight-fifteen or so.”
“We’ll be here.”
***
Gabriel swam up from the darkness of sleep and scrubbed his face. He felt like warmed-over shit this morning. He’d returned home and done the very thing he’d left last night to avoid. He hadn’t killed the entire bottle, but he’d dipped deep into it, drinking it out of a disposable cup as he sat on the mattress, back propped against the wall, and stared at the empty room. He’d done a lot of that after he left Stella, fucking whoever he could bed, drinking alone, or both, as he tried to fill that hollow place with sex and booze. It hadn’t worked, but with the help of his brothers he’d pulled himself out of it and gotten his shit together.
With a groan, his head pounding, he staggered to his feet. “Fuck,” he muttered to the empty room. Working at the clubhouse today was going to suck! He dragged himself to the shower, leaving a trail of clothes behind as he did. The lotion Circe has spread on them had dried and his skin felt tight and slightly tacky, and he was looking forward to a shower.
He stood in the shower for a long time, steadily adding more hot water to the stream as it ran ever colder, until the shower control hit the stop for full on hot. Only then did he pick up the bar of soap and begin to scrub.
Shivering, but feeling somewhat revitalized, he stepped out and dried. His head was still pounding, but feeling a bit more alive than dead, he dressed and checked the time. It was nearly ten and he knew most of the brothers were already at work at the clubhouse.
“Fuck,” he said again as he picked up his keys, feeling guilty that he wasn’t there to help them. He trotted down the steps and swung a leg over the bike, putting on his helmet and thumbing the machine to life with a wince. “Fuck…”
The ten minute ride to the clubhouse, and the four Advil, helped clear his head and he was beginning to feel human again as he dismounted.
“Well look who finally showed up, the walking dead!” Scratch crowed as he walked in, making the other eight men laugh.
“Ha, ha, fuck you, Scratch,” Royal said as he gave him the finger.
“Rough night last night?” Doc teased.
“Got fucked by a witch. It took a lot out of me.”
“A witch?” Hot Rod asked. “Was it that chick at the diner?”
“No, somebody else, and that’s what she said. She’s a member of The Coven.”
“Never heard of them,” Doc replied.
Royal shrugged. “She was a little older, but I showed her what the Kings do to witches.”
The men laughed at Royal. It was well known he was able to pull more than his fair share of pussy. “Well, now that you’re here,” Hammer said handing him a pair of wire snips, “you can help me start pulling down this nasty ass drop ceiling.” He pointed to the corner where part of the ceiling was already down. “You missed the fun this morning when I found the nest of baby rats.”
“Great,” Royal muttered, taking the snips and looking around for another step ladder.
***
Saturday was always the bakery’s busiest day and she usually had help, but today Melissa had called in sick and Stella was trying to handle it alone. The bakery was open seven days a week, but she only baked Tuesday through Saturday. Saturday was her biggest baking day as she baked enough bread, cakes, cookies and pies to cover Sunday and Monday. It was also the day when most custom orders came in.
“How you doing?” June asked.
“I could really use some help,” Stella said, still piping frosting on the birthday cake that was to be picked up in an hour. “I’m spending so much time waiting on customers that I can’t get the baking done.”
“I’m sorry, Stella,” he said. “We’re short two today, Melissa and Joshua, but when I can free up someone, I’ll send them over.”
Stella nodded, never slowing in her task. The cake should have been done an hour ago and she was feeling the pressure to get it finished. “Can you cover for me while I at least finish this?”
June smiled. “Sure. I guess I can’t expect you to do all the work.”
She lost herself in her task, finishing the decorative border, then switched colors and tips to make a group of flowers in the corner. She consulted the card with the requested message, then carefully piped it onto the cake. Happy 80th Birthday, Rose. She added a bit of flourish by making the “O” in the name a rich red rose.
“Do we have any baguettes?” June asked as she was putting the finishing touches on the cake.
“In the oven,” she replied without looking up. “They should be ready any minute, but they need about thirty minutes to cool.”
June relayed Stella’s message to the customer then watched as she carefully placed the cake in the carrying box. “I see what you mean. Let me see if I can shake someone loose to help you for a while.”
“Thanks, June.” The oven began to call for her attention as Mrs. Wakowski approached the counter. The elderly woman stopped by every Saturday for her weekly supply of fresh bagels. “Will you give Mrs. Wakowski her bagels, please?” she asked as she handed June a bag of six.
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br /> Stella only made bagels on Friday and Saturday because of the time required, but people in the know were always waiting in line snap them up. She never failed to run out each time she made them even though she made twelve dozen at a time, but she always made sure to put back six blueberries for Mrs. Wakowski.
After she placed the baguettes on the cooling racks she decided she needed a bathroom break since there was nothing that required her immediate attention and June had sent over Wade to help. She gathered up the last four raisin cookies that hadn’t sold and took them with her to the breakroom, leaving them on the table for employee’s consumption.
After washing her hands, she checked her phone, smiling at the text from Tony. Sorry I missed your call last night. Was busy. Tonight?
