by Rie Warren
Tail did a drive-by. “Look at you, you sly dog.” He gave his trademark panty-dropping grin to Jade. “Where you been all this time, darlin’?”
“Touch me, and I’ll break all the bones in your hand.” She half-turned and rucked up her top just enough to show the grooved knife grip skimming against her lower spine. “Before I carve you to pieces.” She smiled sweetly.
Tail gawped. Speechless for the first time in history.
“No lie. She dislocated my shoulder.” I curled an arm around Jade’s waist, claiming my stake on her just as surely as she’d done me.
Tail knocked his head back with a huge guffaw. “Walker got him a live one!”
That I did.
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I also got Jade on my ’49 Scout, finally. Cross that motherfucker off the bucket list. Good thing I’d gone ahead and put the new seat on it, too. Room for two, but not enough our bodies were separated by anything when I hopped on behind Jade.
I’d seen her on street bikes swerving across sidewalks and clipping way too close to cars. I’d never had her on my vintage metal beast before, though.
We tore up Mt. Pleasant, South Carolina, laying tracks on the road and punching it down full throttle. The sleek classic black Scout with the red-orange insignia, the long curving chromework, the fully restored and babied engine that purred like a lioness.
Jade held on, taking all the turns I torqued as close to pavement as I could.
We were both thrill seekers. Sometimes bullets and blades didn’t have to be involved, just full metal in the form of mental high speeds and a hammering hard ride.
Hunter had lent me JB’s house once again, under duress. I’d threatened to build a fucking teepee on his front yard and send out smoke signals.
He’d reluctantly handed over the keys.
I throttled down the engine, entering JB’s old neighborhood. The gang of nosy kids just freakin’ loved to come out and get all handsy all over the Scout.
I usually let them have a heyday. But not tonight.
I had Jade back in my arms.
Jade shut the front door of the house and closed us inside.
I pounced immediately.
Dragging her to me, I lifted her in my arms, grabbing her duffel while I was at it. I took the stairs two at a time and, inside the bedroom we’d shared before, I slipped her down my body.
“Home sweet home.” Jade’s hot lips hit every part of my skin as she tore off my clothes.
“Not exactly.” I cranked her hair in my hand and licked her neck. “Just like old times?”
“Not exactly.” Jade dropped down, her tongue swirling into my V-cuts.
My breath sawed in and out of my chest as she rid me of the rest of my clothes. She pushed me onto the bed.
“Why not?” Every single muscle on my body stood up, taut as a carving.
My dick rose from my pubes, pulsing and huge. The Thunderbird stretched across my chest, ready to take flight.
“Because now I love you. And”—she brought a large wooden box out of her big duffle—“I have plans for you tonight.”
My cock twitched at the thought.
My voice throbbed from my throat. “What kind of plans?”
“These.” She jingled a pair of handcuffs.
“Kinky woman.” I grabbed onto the headboard, preparing myself.
“There’s more.”
“Bring it.”
Hell, she’d already broken me down, built me up. Might as well let her tie me down, too.
Jade restrained one of my hands, cuffing me to the headboard. She trailed fingertips down the underside of my arm from my wrist to forearm to bicep. She kissed across my shoulder and chest—taking time to swirl her hot tongue along the brightly colored Thunderbird tat stretched across a wall of muscle—to the other side, and slipped my other wrist into the ring of leather.
“Padded?” I asked, breaths chugging in and out of my chest.
“Want the other ones?” Leaning low, she licked across my lips.
I shook my head, fucking grunting. Hell no. I’d probably lose a thumb getting free of metal manacles just to have my hands on her. My cock rose like a fucking flag pole from my groin, and I spread my legs wider as she swept her hands across my chest and abdomen.
With the lights low there was nothing to focus on but her, and that was just fine with me. But she was still dressed.
“Take off your clothes,” I ordered in a husky tone.
After dipping to kiss my lips with another teasing lick that left me panting and needing more, she slowly stripped. She tortured me with glimpses of her tits, peeks of her nipples tweaked between her fingers, and the toned flat of her stomach down to the top of her mound when she flicked the sides of her sexy black lace panties down over her hipbones.
I licked my lips and gritted my teeth.
Running her thumb inside the low lace waist, she asked, “Should I leave these on?”
I nodded dumbly. That would do for now. I wanted her tits in my face more than anything else.
“Feed me your breasts,” I growled out.
Lunging up when she straddled my stomach and lowered her tits to my face, I mauled the soft flesh and tight nipples with my mouth and teeth. I licked and sucked, wetting her all over before nursing from first one hot peak. She arched and switched me to the other breast, rubbing the pebbled areola across my parted lips. I tugged it inside, gripping it with my teeth and pulling back until I let her snap free.
“Walker!” Jade replaced her breasts with her mouth, her tongue seeking mine.
Her hands roved lower, and she dropped her body fully onto mine. Wiggling down, she popped my bottom lip from her mouth only to lash across my chest and the flat beads of my nipples with her scorching lips.
I watched as she reached into her box again. She held up a small bottle of amber colored liquid.
She unscrewed the cap of the little glass vial and began drizzling the oil down my arms, across my chest. My abs jumped when she poured a crisscrossing line from one side of my stomach to the other. I hissed when some of the liquid beaded on the head of my so-swollen cock.
The oil smelled like sex and heat and musk.
Slick and hot and fuck, my body tingled all over. Jade continued down both legs then began slathering the liquid all over me. She used her hands, curling them around my legs and ribs. Her fingers swept across my balls. She writhed on top of me, her belly and breasts creating a slippery surface between us and I humped up with my hips, sandwiching my cock between the liquid fire of our bodies.
When she sat back on her knees and drizzled a line of oil down the thick underside of my cock I thought my eyes were gonna roll back into my head. The pleasure-pain became a thousand times more tormenting when she fisted my shaft in the loose wet clasp of her palm for a few languid strokes.
When she dipped her pinky nail into the slit at the head of my cock I would’ve shot out of the bed if I hadn’t been cuffed to it.
“Like that?” she asked.
She ran her thumb over the tiny mouth at the head of my cock again and again until it felt like the hole was expanding.
“Yeah.” I grunted, sweat coursing down my chest.
Jade tapped the slit, and I shuddered. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
She dragged her tongue up the side of my unwavering shaft that seemed to fucking love her torture of the flesh.
Stupid cock.
“I somehow doubt that.” I gnashed my teeth.
She pulled something out of her box o’ tricks, balancing the thick stainless steel ring in her palm. “Are you gonna fight me, Wakiza?”
“Jade,” I warned with a snarl, but the truth was I couldn’t wait to see what she had planned. “What is that?”
“A cock ring.” She licked my neck. “You scared? Do I need to blindfold you too?”
“No. Have to see you.” I grabbed onto her earlobe with my teeth, adding a little sting of my own.
We both knew the ins and outs of torture. T
his was love and sex and . . . giving up control, all control to this one woman who owned me. The handcuffs weren’t so bad, but I needed more contact. I needed her.
And she knew it.
She used it.
She reveled in it.
Jade needed it.
Straddling my thighs, she opened the hinged ring.
I gulped down a curse.
Jade placed the metal around the base of my cock and snapped it shut. The quick hard squeeze made me grunt, made me want to come even more.
Her thumb roved across my cockhead, squishing in the wetness that seeped from me. “So fucking hot, Walker.”
She watched my face, slowly jacking her hand all the way up, all the way down, my length extra engorged from the compression of the steel device.
I beat my head back, swallowing hard, shivering all over.
I didn’t know how long she teased the broad cap of my dick, how long she played with my balls, how long she fisted me up and down, but my body was one solid mass of trembling nerves by the time she squeezed me hard.
“How does if feel?” Her voice was breathless.
Fuck. If she was turned on by this, I was about to rocket through the roof. I couldn’t lay still. I was glad she’d cuffed me to the bed—the bed that creaked and groaned as I twitched and bucked—because otherwise I would’ve mashed her mouth to mine and probably ripped her hair out by the roots I was so fucking aroused.
Cock-swollen and bed-bound, I tried to talk but nothing came out but a hoarse low moan.
My dick was a dense column of vibrating flesh she softly massaged. Not enough to get me off. Too fucking much of a turn on to stop.
“Hard. Hot. Auughh!” I wrenched, twisting, rocking my hips. “Wanna come so hard. Can’t.”
She pumped me some more, her hand squeezing and loosening. The sensations almost broke me down to tears. Horny. I’d never been so fucking horny in my life.
Rising up, Jade drenched herself in the oil, spreading it all over her body until she glistened as much as me.
“Oh fuck yeah, babe.”
My face contorted as I watched her play with her nipples. She poured the liquid into her panties, hissing. After easing the black lace off, she kneeled beside my head, fingering her juicy pink cunt.
“I want it.” I reared up as much as I could. “Give me your pussy.”
She straddled my face, her knees on either side of my head. Slowly lowering the slick folds of her cunt, she fed herself down onto me. I sucked and bit and chewed on her. I tugged and licked and traced every part of her before fucking her with the pointed tip of my tongue.
Her panting breaths and low moans brushed along the side of my cock when her head pitched forward to my groin.
I couldn’t get enough traction to eat her as hard as I wanted, but I strained as much as I could, growling into her sexy heated flesh.
When Jade sealed her mouth over the tip of my cock and toyed with the hard-ridged edge, I thrashed. I turned my head to bite the inside of her thigh. Hard. I soothed the wound with my tongue. I returned to her pussy, aching to make her come before I lost my goddamn mind.
She circled her fingers around my balls, and I could feel them ballooning with the pressure. No way in hell was I a submissive, but this was the kind of kinky bodily torture I could get behind, the kind that ended in utter bliss.
Every time Jade licked or nipped the side of my cock, I barked a harsh curse. My entire body flexed beginning with the soles of my feet. The intensity of pleasure so strong it was nearly sadistic.
Rubbing the heel of her palm across my bulging ballsack, she held me on an edge I couldn’t tip over. I drew her clit—the swollen quivering bead—into my mouth, flicking at it with my tongue.
Jade arched up and sat square on my face where the wet sounds of my mouth melted against her sex. She came with a shout, turning to heated liquid in my mouth. And I just kept going.
I wanted more of her.
Everything.
She collapsed for a moment, sprawled on my chest and down my stomach. I kissed her wherever I could reach, her inner thighs and down to the backs of her knees.
Lifting up, she crawled around. She bent her face to mine—her eyes green and fringed and glassy—kissing me hard, licking me clean.
She eased down my torso, and as soon as her fingertips glanced across my cock, I bowed up.
“Need to come, Walker?”
“Want to come inside you.” I groaned, and she palmed my sac. “Have to be inside you . . .”
With gentleness that took none of the bite off my hardbound arousal, Jade lifted my cock while I hissed and snarled and twisted and moaned.
I spread my legs even further, clenching the headboard between tense fingers. Jade hovered above my drill-hard cock, pointing it at her slit. I looked absolutely huge, and bulging purple veins made a mapwork on the dark skin of my dick.
She teased herself with the engorged tip, sliding it back and forth. Every time I nudged against her clit, she whimpered and shook.
“Walker. Feels so good.” She lowered herself onto me, guiding me into a wet velvet tunnel.
When she sat, fully encasing me, I rumbled out a long groan. My head fell back, and my pelvis pumped up. I landed in the very depths of her, and she braced a hand on my chest as a bright spear of heat spread from my groin up inside the thick cock I flexed inside her.
Jade eased up and down, riding me slow and languorous. She hissed every time her stretched cunt made contact with the steel ring. My glans were so sensitive every sinuous movement had me arching off the bed.
“Yeah. Fuck me, Jade.”
We were both so slippery, and when she laid over me, the feeling was exquisite. Languid thrusts, deep plundering kisses. Searing wetness sliding between us. She gripped my shoulders, pumping that tight pussy onto my cock.
After being on edge so long, it wasn’t enough. I needed to come. Needed to fuck her and fill her and make her mine the way she had me.
With a quick twist of one wrist, I broke free of the restraint. I unbuckled the other one and lunged upward.
Jade shouted, “Yes, yes, yes!”
I withdrew in a long aching slide and quickly thumbed open the steel ring. With a curse, I eased it from around the thick base of my cock.
Rolling from beneath Jade, I shoved her face first down on the bed with a rough palm in the center of her back.
I stopped, staring at her.
Not like this. Not after . . .
Quickly flipping her, I hesitated for only a second before the need in her eyes compelled me to fuck her the way we both needed, both wanted.
With everything I had.
I plowed into Jade, following her down onto the bed. She gripped my sides, bit the rippling muscle of my shoulder.
Howling, she wrapped her legs around my pumping hips. I gunned into her, sending my cock deeper, hitting that spot that made her mewl my name.
“Love me. Love me, Walker!” She held me closer as sobs broke free from her throat. “Oh, God, please love me.”
I slowed. I stopped.
I brought Jade tight against me, whispering, “I do. I do. Always.”
Her eyes blinked open, and she grasped my shoulders. “Make me whole again.”
Cupping her face, I rose up. “You are whole, Jade. I love you.” Sinking into her, I crushed against her breasts. “You make me whole.”
She bound me to her, by arms and legs and kisses brushed against the cords of my neck. “Take me.”
Slow reconnaissance grew into a bold, wild rejoining.
Wet lashes from our hair, drops of sweat, and the smell of sex.
Animalistic pleasure and grunting growling noises.
The heat roared through me.
With every powerful stroke our bodies smacked together, my balls slapping her ass.
Jade clung to me, her body curving around mine. I fucked her with a last barrage of wild thrusts, and she choked on a sob then called out my name.
Inside, deep
, deep inside, she squeezed rhythmically around me. I borderline blacked out, pumping so much come into her some of it escaped, smearing down to her ass.
I fell forward, bracing myself at the last moment and rolling to the side.
Snuggling her to me, I smoothed out some of the blankets and covered us up. Her hand rested on my chest where my heart continued to thunder.
“Got that out of your system, mahasani?” I brushed clinging strands of hair from her cheeks and forehead.
“What?”
“The need to tie someone up.” I rose onto an elbow, my fingers playing along the lights and shadows of her skin. “Regain control.”
“I’m sorry.” She hid her face in the nook of my neck.
“You don’t need to be. In case you didn’t notice, I thoroughly enjoyed it.”
“Did I go too far?” She peered up, a small frown on her brow.
“Never with me.” Easing back down, I brought her with me. “You okay in there?” I tapped her forehead.
“I’m tight. Not something I ever want to experience again, though. They didn’t get inside my head, just messed up my body a bit.”
“I know.” My lips firmed into a thin line. “I’d have killed Hassan, but I needed to get you help. You were more important. You’re too important.”
Justice had run the tox screens from her blood, and we’d learned the contents of the IV bags. I’d thought about that harrowing day over and over again. I couldn’t imagine how they’d tried to break her, not just physically—inside and out—but mentally.
“You gave me a hell of a scare in Beirut, you know that, right?”
“I would’ve died if it wasn’t for you,” Jade whispered.
Wrapping my arms all the way around her, I rocked her gently. We’d survived so goddamn much . . . it was hard to believe Jade was here with me.
I brushed my hand up and down her back, occasionally coasting lower, and she cuddled deeper into my embrace.
“Have you heard from Majedah?” Her fingers tickled across my ribs.
“No. You?”
“Uh unh. Saw all the news though. Very clever.” She smiled against my skin.
“Mmm. That wasn’t all me. I wasn’t really functioning very well at the time.”
