by Jordan Marie
“Zander, I know I’ve not had good experiences with this, but I don’t think this is how you have sex.”
“Hush, Hellcat. We’ll get there.”
“You’re a very confusing man,” she mumbles.
I kiss the top of her head, allowing my fingers stroke her side, gently and slowly. Each pass up and down, I get closer to the rim of her panties. I can feel the small jerks in her body with each pass. The way her body tenses up, she likes what I’m doing, but the fear is still there. It hurts me, for her. No woman should have this fear about sex. Is this why she hasn’t had an orgasm? What kind of assholes has she been inviting into her bed that they haven’t made sure she was with them for the whole ride?
An image of that fucker Beast comes to mind, and I beat it down. I’m going to kick that man’s ass. It’s just a matter of time. This is his loss, if he couldn’t appreciate Dani when he had his chance, he’s even more stupid than he looks. I lean down to whisper in her ear at the same time my hand pushes down into her underwear. Her body goes tight, but she doesn’t stop me.
“Rest easy, Hellcat. I’m just going to make you feel good right now. This is all about you. I’ll do nothing you don’t want, sweetheart.”
“But…”
I slide my fingers over the top of her pussy. She’s waxed clean, not a surprise considering she dances in little more than a G-string, but I still wonder what she would look like with a small patch of hair there…I want to see it someday. I put my finger on the slippery little hood on her clit, using another finger to brush it… and then pinch lightly. I slowly move my fingers up and down the valley of her pussy, teasing and caressing all around her clit but never touching it—concentrating mainly just on the hood. Her hips begin moving back and forth in a little broken circle, and she lets out a whimper to let me know she likes what I’m doing. I decide to reward her and pinch the hood harder this time, adding a little more pressure to my strokes.
“I’m going to own this pussy, Hellcat. You’re already getting so wet for me, and I haven’t even started yet. Do you like this, baby? Do you like it when I touch you like this?” I ask her, while I pinch the covering over her clit hard, harder than I had.
“Zander… I…I need…”
I let my index finger move along the inside of the lips of her pussy, getting as close to that throbbing little clit as I can get, but still not giving her the relief she really needs.
“What sweetheart? What do you need?” I ask grazing her clit finally, but just for a second, and then I go back to repeating the pattern all over again.
“I…oh God, do that again.”
“What’s that? What did I do? Was it this?” I ask, my lips close to her ear. I lick the inner shell and then suck the lobe into my mouth, biting down.
I push down on her clit, applying hard pressure, until I hear her gasp, as her hip thrusts up to meet me. I slide my finger, rubbing her clit over and over before pushing in again. Each time her clit pulses, harder. I can feel the jerking hammer of it with each caress. Liquid heat meets my fingers as I continue my onslaught on her pussy, always ending on a pinch; sometimes light, sometimes harder, before petting her again and repeating.
“Zander, that feels… what are you doing? That feels…”
Her need has amped up, her hips are moving, and she’s tightening up against my hand, trying to ride my fingers. I can’t let that continue, I need to make this last longer. I shift so I can see what I’m doing. I stop all movement. She cries out in frustration and looks down at me.
“Take off your bra, Hellcat. Take it off and let me see you tease your nipples.”
“Zander…I…”
I take my hands, rip her underwear on one side, and push it out of my way. I watch her as the sound of ripping fabric fills the room, mingling with our ragged breathing.
“Do it,” I order. Her tongue comes out to dance on her lips as her eyes watch me closely. There’s fear and worse…shame in those eyes. I take one hand, pulling the lips of her pussy back, and then slap against it with my other hand. “I said do it, don’t make me repeat myself again, Hellcat.”
Shock registers on her face, and her body becomes inflexible, but then sensation must have hit her, because she tries to capture my hand between her legs to ride it. I imprison one leg in my hold, not letting her. Finally, she gives up, and her fingers dance over the hard nipples that are poking through her bra. Cute. She’s cute. I give her that. I spank her wet pussy again.
“Without the bra, sweetheart. You know what I want. Give it to me and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded.”
She sits up enough to undo the clasp on the back of her bra, and then slides it off her body. Her arm goes around immediately to try and hide her tits from me. It’s annoying but I’ll bring her out of that. I’m going to fuck those babies and soon.
“Lick your fingers, Hellcat.”
She looks at me like I’m insane. I sigh and pull away, like I’m going to stop giving her pleasure. There’s not a chance in hell at this point, but she doesn’t know that.
She quickly sucks on her fingers and she doesn’t mean it that way—I can tell, but it’s sexier than hell. Fuck, just watching her, has me throbbing. She moves her fingers down to her nipples and begins rubbing them. Her eyes lock on mine, and the need in them humbles me. I’ll be the first to make her orgasm. I’ll be the first to bring her this pleasure. I’m going to own her entire body, but I’m starting with her pussy. It will be mine and from this moment on, not one damned mother fucker is getting anywhere near it.
I’ve somehow managed to keep the towel around me, not wanting to scare her, but I know it’s about to go too far and very soon I’m going to be in that pussy. I hope I have her so far gone by then that she doesn’t get freaked out. I don’t know what’s happened to her, but I know it’s enough that I need to treat her like a frightened virgin. Trouble is, I haven’t actually fucked a virgin, so I’m using pure gut instinct here.
“Pinch your nipples at the same time, Hellcat. Pinch them and pull them at the same time.”
I thought she would question me, or even refuse to do it, but she surprises the hell out of me by doing as I tell her to. I move my fingers back and forth now, petting her pussy because she minded me so well. I use the tip of my finger to push against her hole, sliding inside of her just a bit, before pulling back out. I do this repeatedly, slowly—never rushing. She keeps thrusting up, but I don’t falter, only allowing my finger to enter the tiniest fraction.
“Zander!”
“What is it you want, Hellcat? You want me to finger fuck your pussy, sweetheart?” I growl. She’s stopped playing with her breasts. Now, her hands have grabbed the rails on the headboard, and she’s holding onto them, while her body keeps twisting up to try and find what it needs, what I’m not allowing it to have. I should reprimand her, but seeing her so lost in pleasure with no more than what I’m doing, stops me.
Instead, I decide to reward her. I thrust one finger in completely, and then another while using my thumb to press down on that hard, little button that keeps calling my name. I pick up the speed of my thrusts now, using my fingers to completely own her hot cunt. Mine. I’m the first to give her this, and I’m going to be the motherfucking last.
“Yes…Fuck! Zander… please.”
When the word please leaves her lips, I smile. Her head is thrown back, and she has no idea what I’m about to give her. I pull the damn towel off and throw it on the ground. My cock is dying to slide inside her, and it will, but not yet. Not until I have her completely at my mercy. With that one thought in my mind, I keep thrusting my fingers in and out, but now I add my tongue on the hard nub of her clit, flicking it playfully a few turns before I suck it completely in my mouth. Her juice slides against my fingers, her soaked pussy overfilled. I release her clit with a pop, and then slide my tongue down the channel of her pussy, moaning at the sweet, creamy taste of her. I barely have time to savor it before she calls out my name and comes hard against my fingers. I growl
, because that was too soon. I sit up, and her whine of protest doesn’t go unheard, but I’m already way ahead of her. I grab her hips and pull her up so her pussy is at my face, and then I dive in. My tongue replaces my fingers, but I also use my lips, my teeth, and hell anything else I can, to torture and drink her down. She twists and turns, trying to get away, when my tongue slides back and forth along her clit, lashing it before sliding back inside. I nibble and suck on every tasty inch I can find as she begins to flood me with more of her sweet cum. Her second orgasm is more intense, her body is shaking, her cry is louder, and her body is thrusting against my face. I let her ride it out on my tongue, slowly licking her until she calms. I ease her body back down once her cries of pleasure die down into whimpers.
While she’s recovering, I reach over into the nightstand drawer and grab one of the condoms I stored in there a few days ago. Not to sound cocky, but I knew this was going to happen, I just had no idea when. I slide the rubber over my aching cock, damn thing is so ready to blow, I’m surprised the latex fits. I position myself and look down at her.
“Dani, sweetheart, look at me.” She moans, her body literally shaking with the small bursts of pleasure from her second release. “Dani, now.”
She looks up at me. Our eyes meet. This is it. Fuck, this is finally it.
13
Dani
I’m in a haze traveling somewhere far away, and I feel completely weightless. It’s his voice that calls me back. Zander. I search him out and fight my way to him. The look on his face is intense, white hot and full of need…for me…. he wants…me…
“Dani, now,” he says, and for the first time since I invented her, I feel like Dani. Our eyes lock.
“Don’t take your eyes off me, sweetheart. I want to see your face every second I’m inside of you. You hear me?”
My heart kicks up in fear. It’s been so good to this point…can I trust him to take it further? Will it be okay? I bite my lip and nod, giving him my yes. I don’t want this to end, in fact, I want it again and again. He’s like a drug, and I damn sure want to be addicted. He takes his cock and rubs it back and forth against my opening. The slick sound of us together is loud, even over my uneven breathing. I never realized that being with someone would feel like this. Instinctively, I know it’s because I’m with Zander, and that’s why it feels this way. There’s something about him that called to me from day one. That thought should scare me. Maybe it’s post orgasmic stupidity, but I’m not scared. I think I’m even starting to trust Zander.
That’s my last thought before he thrusts into me. Oh hell. He’s…big… but I’m so wet he goes in easily, it’s just he makes me feel…stretched. That feeling only intensifies when he pushes my legs back so they bend and lay against my stomach. Unfortunately, that’s also the time when memories try to weigh in. Michael’s face becomes superimposed on Zander’s, and instantly my body snaps out of its’ sex-induced haze. Zander is leaning over the top of me, and I feel exposed. The panic starts.
“Hellcat. Stop. Look at me. Who am I?”
“Zander…,” I say, trying to hold onto his voice.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Now wrap your legs around me. Hold on and I’ll take you on a quick ride.”
I try to breathe through it, letting his voice push the panic back. I don’t want Michael to ruin this. I can’t let that happen, he’s already taken too much from me. I wrap my legs around him, and he takes his hands and pulls them higher up, so the heels of my feet are digging into the cheeks of his ass. He sinks deeper inside of me and his face is next to mine. Our lips are just a breath away from each other. His eyes are closed and he doesn’t move. I’m afraid I’ve done something wrong. I start to ask him when he slowly opens them.
“You feel so fucking good, Hellcat. Mark this down sweetheart, you can use my dick any fucking time you want.”
His words make me smile. Which seems an odd thing. Smiling…while having sex…with a man I like…
“So, you’re giving me permission to use you for sex?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“You might be crazy, Zander,” I tell him, but his name comes out broken, because he finally starts moving, and I can feel him slide out and then slowly slide back in.
“Shut up, Hellcat. Kiss me. Tell me how you like your taste on my lips.”
His words excite me. I’m feeling something I don’t think I’ve felt since before I lost my mom…happiness. Then his lips are on mine. I taste myself, it mingles with his own unique flavor, and it makes me hungry for more.
“Thrust up to meet me, Hellcat, and grind that juicy little body into me. Do it,” he growls in my ear when we break apart to breathe. I follow his directions, while he kisses down the side of my neck, using his teeth to lightly graze and nibble the same path. Our speed picks up, and I feel my release rising. It’s bigger, more intense than the other two, and I have a moment of fear. It’s too late to turn back though. My release slams into me with the force of a tidal wave. My nails dig into Zander’s back, and I know I’m leaving marks, I just can’t help it. I hear him groan out with his own orgasm. If this is what sex is, it’s no wonder Nicole is so crazy over Dragon.
“Damn Hellcat,” he whispers into my neck, then he slowly pulls out of me, and lays on his side.
I watch as he disposes of the condom, and I would have thought I’d feel weird, but I don’t. I think I’m mindless and boneless. He throws it in the waste basket by the bed and comes back to me. He angles it so my head is on his chest, and he’s holding me close. He pulls the sheet over us, which I’m glad for. I had actually forgotten I was lying here naked.
I search for words to say to him and my brain comes up empty. My eyes start to go heavy, and I want to fight it, but I can’t seem to beat it back.
“Zander…,” I whisper, knowing I’m going to be asleep soon.
I feel a brush of his lips at my temple, and then he whispers the sweetest words I’ve ever known. “Rest, sweetheart. I’ll be here keeping you safe. Let it go and rest.”
Safe.
That word echoes as sleep claims me, and the damnedest thing happens.
I believe him.
14
Crusher
I’m in deep shit. As I watch Dani look over her shoulder at me leaving the shower, that’s all I can think. It’s been three weeks. Three weeks since I’ve sunk inside of her. Three weeks since I’ve had a taste of her, and I still want her every fucking minute of every fucking day. She’s changed. We laugh. We play, and even more than all of that—we enjoy being around each other. She cracks me the hell up, she’s like a giant kid sometimes, and I love every fucking minute of it. This morning I have to head out to the club, Dragon wants me and Bull with him when he questions Irish, again. I dread it. I fucking dread it more than anything I’ve ever faced. Still, I know it needs to be done. We need to know everything we can about why Irish betrayed us and who he was working with. That doesn’t mean getting the information is fun. Dani and I talked about it last night. She knows I’m dreading today, and though she may not agree with what I or the club is doing, at least she seems to accept it more. Her way of showing her support is surprising me in the shower and begging me to fuck her. Color me happy. She’s got me sewn up, and she doesn’t even know it. She still has it in her head we’re just using each other for sex. Fuck buddies. The woman is clueless. She’s not getting away from me—not now. As she gives me that sweet smile over her shoulder and steps out of the shower, I realize I’m going to have to move this up a little. I can’t have her thinking she is free to find another man’s cock. Oh-hell-no. I’d kill the mother fucker. I can’t ask for all of it at once. She’d run and run fast. Still, I need her to give me something more… It’s stupid. I should be patient. I’m not, never have been, and with Dani, I’m finding those words even truer.
I turn the shower off and grab a towel. I dry quickly, throwing the towel on the floor, following her into the bedroom. When I get there, she’s searching in the dresser for c
lothes. I come up behind her, pulling her towel off, and throwing it on the ground. Skin against skin…better, Dani’s skin against mine. Heaven.
She tenses up at first, but then relaxes back into my arms. She gives off a happy sigh when my hands cup her breasts, and I start kissing on her neck. My dick, which had just fucked her into oblivion, is already stirring in interest. Yeah, I’m in deep shit.
“I told you I don’t like it when you sneak up on me, Cowboy.”
“Seeing you bent over like that, I lost my mind,” I respond, my fingers plucking at her nipples, smiling at the way they harden and stand at attention with just my first touch.
“Zander, there’s no way you can be horny again so soon. You just wore me out in the shower,” she says, her voice taking on that husky, needy tone that makes my cock ache.
I take hold of my cock, rubbing it against her ass, and letting it slide in the cleft of her ass, the head teasing her opening. Someday. She pushes back against my cock and my balls tighten. Someday soon.
“I wore you out, sweetheart?” I ask, making sure. I continue worrying one of her nipples while playing with her ass too.
“Yes…”
She gasps as I push just a little harder against her ass. Shit, why didn’t I put some lube in that drawer when I stocked it with condoms. I’ll make sure I take care of that today.
“Well if you’re so tired… you could suck on my cock.
Her body tenses and she pulls away. “We should get going. You have to be at the club, and I need to check in at work and see when they’re putting me back on rotation.”
“Whoa, Hellcat, I think I liked where we were headed before better. We got time.”
