by Angel Steel
“First, I want to feel you come all over my fingers, and then we will talk,” he groans then nips my neck with his teeth. The slight stinging pain from his bite has me clenching my thighs harder together. His fingers adding more pressure on my throbbing clit.
“Someone might see us,” I moan.
“The door is locked, Amelia. No one is coming in here but you.”
Oh, sweet loving Jesus!
I’m glad in a way that my dad had finally placed a lock on the booth door, after the incident with me walking half-naked in the shop out back. Although as predicted as soon as he found out, not only did I get a lock but I also got a single standing locker with a note stuck to it saying, ‘Spare clothes to go in here, no more walking around naked!’
My body is betraying me completely with Zane in the room. No matter how hard I want to fight it, my head and body aren’t together on this, actually far from it. Maybe it won’t hurt to have a little fun. Closing my eyes, I glide my hand down and around to the front of his jeans and begin stroking over his erection.
“Spread your legs,” he growls in my ear.
Complying, my feet shift outwards. His hand slides further in and continues circling. Down along my lips, slowly up and around my clit without touching it fully. The blood in my system is pounding through me. Panting, I grip him harder through his jeans, wanting nothing more than to touch him skin on skin.
I can’t take it, I need more of him. Gripping his hand in my pants, I remove it and spin in his grip. Smiling up at him, I lift his shirt up and over his body. I’m stopped as his hand raises my chin up to his eyes. He tilts my head to the side and his eyes zero in on my neck. His other hand on my hip tightens slightly. Shit! His intense stare tells me he can see the red mark. I’m not going to explain anything right now. I need the thought of Tank’s hand on me gone. And the only thing that will replace it is this fine ass man growling softly in my ear.
“What happened to your neck?” his growl becomes louder, and his top lip twitches up slightly, showing me a glimpse of his teeth.
“I pulled my apron off too quickly and it got caught on my shirt,” that’s all I can say without my voice wavering. He frowns still staring at my neck. I’m not going to tell him now exactly how the mark got there. I need to distract him so he doesn’t ask further questions about it. I remove his hand from my chin and lean forward not taking my eyes from his and flick the tip of my tongue over his nipple. His fingers delve into my hips furthermore, pulling me right into him, but I fight it. I trail my tongue over to the other one and nip at it with my teeth. Grinning slightly to myself at the groan that escapes his lips, I turn moving him with me so his back is against the bench, and gradually begin to slide down his body, kissing my way down over his chest, abs, kissing each one individually until I’m kneeling in front of him my mouth lingering right at his crotch.
Sliding my hands down over his strong thighs, raking my nails down the length of them then back up, kissing along the top of his jeans as I unbutton them and begin to pull the zipper down. My hand shakes as I reach in and pull out his cock. He’s pulsating in my hand as I skim my thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum around. Licking my lips, I look up as I wrap my hand around him the best I can.
“Christ,” he bites out.
I start to lean forward again, but I’m stopped by the hard tug of my hair. Glancing up, his hand stills in my hair. He wraps his own hand around his erection as I drop my hand and whimper while I watch his hand glide over his hard length, right in front of me. He steps forward, tracing the head of his dick over my lips. I can’t help as my tongue sneaks out and follows him, licking the tip as he rubs it against it. Nudging at my lips, I open them and he gently slides his rock-hard cock into my mouth and groans.
“Shit that feels good,” he grits out as I wrap my lips around the mushroom head of his cock. My hands grip his thighs while he controls the movement, pulling back out, then pushes in again, sliding further into my mouth. I moan around him, his body shivers and the hum of it vibrates along his erection.
My hair pulls taut, as he pumps his cock into my mouth over and over again, harder and harder, deeper and deeper until I gag when he hits the back of my throat. He holds himself there for a second, then moves.
“Fuck, your mouth feels good around my cock,” he groans out, adding his other hand to my hair as he quickens his pace.
Both of his hands hold my head still as he plows further and further into my mouth to the point where I can’t take anymore of him. I again gag around him, my eyes water while he pushes that little bit extra down my throat. My nails dig into his thighs as I breathe through my nose, flattening my tongue as he slows down massaging the piercings while they slide over my tongue one by one. He growls low in his throat, making me even wetter for him. He slowly pulls back and leaves his tip in my mouth. Flicking my tongue over it, back and forth as my eyes find his. He stares down at me, his brown eyes darker, much darker than I’ve ever seen them before, his nostrils flare as I continue to circle him, sucking harder, holding him there.
“Amelia,” he hisses looking down at me. He loosens his grip in my hair and grips the bench, then leans back. Now is my chance to do what I really want. Removing him fully from my mouth, I raise my hand and stroke once, twice, lingering at each piercing. Five. Five bars, all equally distant apart. Not taking my eyes from his, I twist the first one just enough as I lean forward and run the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses out, his hips shoot forward sending him back into my mouth. Moaning around the tip of him, wrapping my hand around the base of his erection I slowly begin to slide my mouth down his throbbing length, and back up, releasing him with a pop. Still holding him in my hand, kissing down along his cock nipping at each piercing, pulling slightly at each one. His thighs begin to shake as I continue to make my way down further. My lips trace over his balls and my hand slides up the length of him. Twisting my hand as I bring it down. His head falls back on his shoulders and moans as my mouth wraps around his balls, sucking them in and holding them there, flicking my tongue over them, pulling them out slightly.
“Shit, Amelia. Keep sucking,” he hisses as I tug on them harder, sliding my hand faster over his cock. His hands land on my head, wrapping my hair around them, pulling, edging me on. Releasing his balls from my mouth, I kiss back up his throbbing length and slide my mouth down as much as I can, sucking, rubbing my teeth over the piercings, twisting my hand while I begin to fuck him with my mouth. The taste of him is divine. The slight salty taste of his come lingers on my tongue, fuelling my own desire for him. His cock throbs in my mouth, hardening further, while I fasten my pace. I whimper as he pulls my head back, watching as I suck him. His eyes zero in where my mouth is sliding, spreading my thighs apart, I slip my hand down in my pants and moan around him as I skim over my throbbing clit.
“No,” he growls trying to rip himself from my mouth. Tightening my lips around him, holding him in my mouth, I continue to suck on him. He’s not the only one to enjoy pleasing the other and this was definitely my time to get a taste of him.
“Yes,” I mumble around his cock.
“Fuck!” His eyes glue to where my hand is as he slides in and out of my mouth.
Flicking my clit with my fingers, I begin shifting my hips back and forth adding more pleasure to what I’m doing. I need him deep inside me. His hard cock while he fucks me the way I want him to. The way he throbs deep in my core, as I clamp around him.
Moaning at the sensation shooting through my body, I release him from my mouth and continue to stroke him. My eyes find his as I pull my hand from my pants and raise them to my mouth sliding my fingers in and tasting myself. My eyes close and I whimper at the taste of myself mixed with his, rolling around in my mouth. My hand continues to glide over his erection. A gasp leaves my lips, as I’m lifted up suddenly and placed on the bench. Legs spread wide and before I can say a word, Zane’s mouth is there, devouring me, each flick of his tongue over my c
lit, each nip as he pulls at my clit with his teeth has me on edge. My hands dig into his skull, pulling his head closer. His fingers linger near my opening, but not once entering me. My hips begin to rock wanting him inside of me, but he won’t.
Opening my mouth to tell him, his fingers sink deep inside my pussy. My head falls back on my shoulders as his thrusts become urgent… in, out, in, out. Faster and faster, as his mouth latches onto my thigh and he bites down, hard.
“Harder, please, I’m close,” I whimper as I clamp around his fingers.
Growling, he twists his fingers hitting that sweet spot deep inside me. His mouth back on my clit, pulling it out, holding it with his teeth as he sucks and flicks his tongue over it, repeatedly. My hips begin moving with his fingers as they slide in and out. My thighs tighten around his head while I arch my back. My mouth opens ready to scream out my release, but is muffled as Zane slams his other hand over my mouth and catches my screams. I bite down hard on the palm of his hand, as the intensity of the pleasure engulfs my body. He moans against my clit, his fingers not stopping as they continue to slide inside my depths. I whimper, not handling the pleasure coursing through my body, but he doesn’t stop. His mouth leaves my clit and looks up at me.
“Fuck! I love the taste of you, Hellcat,” he moans as he licks his lips.
“Oh God.” My hips rock forward on their own accord.
Bending his fingers, he shifts them right then left, digging deeper, as his thumb glides over my now sensitive clit.
“No,” I hiss out. I can’t take it. I know it won’t take long for me to come a second time like this, but the pain of it is ruling over the pleasure. It was a love/hate relationship I had when I did this myself. I always only did it once, the pain at doing it a second time always won out. I could never get past it, but the way Zane’s fingers continue to slide in me, he wanted that extra one.
“One more, Hellcat. I need it. I need to feel you tightening around my fingers again,” he growls against my sensitive flesh.
“Fuck me, if you want to feel me,” I hiss out, while I grip his hand to stop his movements.
He pulls his fingers suddenly from me and stands up gripping his cock, stroking it. I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him into me as I grip his cock in my hand and guide it to my opening. He nudges against my lips while I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his head to mine. His hands grip my hips painfully as a scream tears from my mouth while he plunges his thick cock balls-deep inside of me. I dig my heels into his ass, pushing him deeper, wanting more of him.
He picks up speed and pounds harder into me. His mouth on my neck gripping my flesh with his teeth pushing me close to my second release which I know isn’t far away. His hand slides between us and finds my throbbing clit, playing with it.
“Fuck, Hellcat. Tell me you're close,” he groans against my neck.
“I-I'm really close. Oh, God. Zane,” I moan out. My back slams against the wall at every thrust he makes into my body. I tighten my arms around his neck, burying my head in his chest as my orgasm fast approaches. “God. Oh, fuck, Zane. Keep going. Don’t stop.” His breath escalates, and I know it won’t be long before he fills me. The all-too-familiar tingle starts in the base of my belly, going lower and lower until… “Oh, oh. Shit. Yes. Yes.”
“Fuck. Your sweet pussy is milking me. Ah, fuuuck,” he grunts as he slams into me two more times, then fills me with his hot come. I drop my head to his chest while his body shakes from his release, slowing his movements down till he stops completely. My pussy throbs around him; constricting him where he still is. Both of us panting for air, as I sit there with him still buried. He shifts back, looking down at me, and lifts his hand to my cheek and lightly rubs his thumb over my lips. I smile sweetly up at him about to say something when there’s a loud knock on the door.
Both of us freeze where we are. Shit!
Taking a deep breath. “Yeah,” I call out.
Zane pulls himself out of me and slowly pushes his semi-erect cock back into his jeans and zips up.
“Hellcat, your next job is here!” Torch’s voice booms from behind the door. He rattles the door handle but doesn’t budge it.
I push him away from me and slide off the bench fixing my clothing. This wasn’t good, actually far from it.
I begin to walk toward the door and pull up short when Zane grabs my arm.
“What are you doing?” he growls.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m unlocking the door, Zane,” I hiss, ripping my arm from his grip and quickly walk over to the door and flick the latch and begin opening it.
I don’t get it fully open when Torch rips it from my hand and flings it against the wall making his way into the booth. He scans the room until his eyes land on Zane. Growling, he starts stomping his way over toward him. Zane stands up straighter, standing his ground as Torch approaches him. Quickly closing the door behind me, I run back till I’m standing in front of Torch, my hand resting on his chest stopping him from going any closer to Zane while his body pushes up against mine, pushing me harder into Zane’s body.
“What the fuck are you doing in here, Zane?” Torch glares at him.
“He was in here helping me with the paint gun, Torch,” I tell him. My hand grips Zane on the leg as I push against him.
His stare hardens toward Zane. “All I smell in here is sex, Hellcat. Not fucking paint,” he growls, pushing into me more.
“Torch, please,” I whisper. Between Dad and Torch, it feels like I have two dads instead of one. I know they mean well, but it was bad enough with Dad acting the way he did, but now Torch doing it too is driving me crazy.
His look softens when he looks my way. Then his eyes lift and focus back on Zane standing behind me. “You and I need to have a chat,” Torch tells Zane.
Zane shifts behind me. There’s no way I’m allowing that to happen. I know what, ‘have a chat’ meant, and it wasn’t that at all.
I slap Torch on his chest getting his whole attention on me. “You want to have a chat? You do it with me here, now Torch. If not, it ain’t happening out of this room, got me?” I growl. I don’t want Torch to beat the shit out of Zane. That’s what this whole, ‘have a chat’ thing is, no words just fists flying at each other, making a damn point.
Torch glares down at me. “Hellcat,” he growls low in his throat. That single growl scared most people, but not me.
I remove my hands from his chest pushing back into Zane body, crossing my arms in front of my chest and standing there. “Don’t Hellcat me, Torch. What I do with whoever, is my own damn business. Not yours or my dad’s,” I hiss. I’m pissed… who wouldn’t be?
Torch steps back a little giving myself and Zane space. “I won’t hit him,” Torch says still staring at Zane, with a slight grin.
Laughing. “You expect me to believe that shit, Torch? You guys don’t say anything but use your fists for everything.”
Zane grips my hips, pulling me harder into his body. I wasn’t scared of Torch, nowhere near it. I know he’d never hurt me in any way. He might piss me off like he was now, but that was the extent of it.
“What do you want with Amelia?” Torch asks Zane.
I still, I had no idea what exactly Zane wants from me.
“Like Amelia told you, what happens between us is our business. But if you must know I’m fucking her. And I’ll keep doing it until she tells me no,” Zane answers. I hear the slight humor in the tone of voice as he said, ‘fucking her,’ to Torch. I freeze when I feel his hand slide down slowly until it rests at the zipper of my shorts. His fingertips grazing close to where they were moments ago. Torch’s eyes follow Zane’s movement. His eye darkening further when his hand stops.
“Like fuck,” Torch answers and steps toward Zane getting in his face.
Shaking my head, I press my body into Zane’s and wrap an arm around his neck and the other around his waist, wrapping my body around his. He’s baiting Torch, pushing him. Pissed at what he’s just done, I push it
away, and deal with what’s in front of me. I don’t want Torch to hit him, although I was thinking about doing the exact same thing later on, for this shit he’s just pulled. Torch pushes into my body as he towers over me looking directly at Zane.
“Don’t,” I whisper. My body begins to shake with what’s about to happen.
“Amelia, we are both only looking out for you. After what happened with—”
That’s all he gets out. I release Zane and push at Torch’s chest pushing him away. The anger I have toward Zane changes instantly to Torch. I don’t want him to say what he’s about to say out loud with Zane in the room.
“Don’t you dare bring that up, Torch?” I push harder at his chest. “You have no right at all. You might look out for me, but you do not get to tell anyone about that shit,” I scream as I slam my fists at his chest, one by one, harder than the last time.
“Jesus Christ, Amelia,” Torch yells, grabbing my fists and holding them together so I don’t hit him again.
“No, you’re not allowed to say anything. That’s what we all agreed on… not to say a damn fucking word and you nearly did now, Torch,” I sob. I feel the tears beginning to travel from the corner of my eyes.
“Shit, Amelia,” I hear Zane say my name behind me.
I lift my leg and swing hitting Torch at his ribs. He groans letting my hands go while grabbing his side, moaning. I step back ready to do it again, when Zane’s arm encases around my waist, pulling me away.
“Let me the fuck go, Zane,” I yell, kicking my feet back at him.
Wrapping both his arms around me. “No,” he growls.
I watch Torch straighten his body while he glares at me. “Shit, Hellcat.” He takes a step toward me, his face softening. “We’re only trying to look out for you. All of us are.”
Calming my breathing. “I know, Torch, and I appreciate it. I really do. But this is my life. What I do is my business, not yours or my dad’s. Mine. I need to do this myself, okay? If I need help with anything, you or Dad will be the first I see,” I tell him.
