by Franca Storm
She licked her lips real slow, giving me a sly wink. “Hell, yeah.”
Little minx.
“Then you won’t mind me doing this?” I took her panties in my hand and twisted the front. Prying her pussy lips apart with my fingers, I slid the twisted fabric between her parted folds. She gasped as I released her wet lips, the fabric settling underneath.
“How about this?” I started to drag the fabric back and forth, so she could feel the burn of the friction against her clit.
“Ah!” she cried. “Mason, I can’t… I can’t keep still! It’s too much! Please!”
I ignored her, pushing harder. “Mmm… you’re so fucking wet. You know that? Your sexy little panties are soaked. It’s dripping down your thighs. That sweet little clit is throbbing. So swollen, isn’t she?”
“Oh God! Mason, please!”
“Spread your legs wider.”
Whimpering, she shuffled her feet and did as I commanded. It had her screaming in an instant, cuz it opened her up to me, making her all the more sensitive. Just how I wanted her. Right on the edge.
When her legs began trembling, I knew she was close to coming.
I gave her panties one rough tug forward, tearing the fabric from her body. She slumped against the wall, pain in her eyes that I’d denied her another orgasm. Just wait, babe. When I let you go off, it’ll be worth it. But this time she didn’t complain, didn’t try to fight me on it. She was a fast learner. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never been with a woman like her. She was… perfect.
I wet two fingers in her juices and held them up to her mouth. “Open, little darlin’. Give them a good suck. Show me what you’ve got.”
Her lips parted and I thrust my fingers into her mouth. Not too deep, cuz it was her first time with me. Baby steps. But the way she started lapping at them with so much enthusiasm had my cock going wild in my jeans. Holy hell, that tongue of hers! Where had that come from?
I managed to get a hold of myself and dragged the fingers of my other hand through her pussy. I pushed my index finger inside her, but I was stopped almost right away. Jesus Christ, she was tight. I twisted it, pushing in and out, stretching her, until I slid in deep. I did the same with the second. Then I was pumping into her, easy at first. Luce grunted, squeezing her eyes shut and clamping down hard on my fingers, even with my gentle thrusts.
I pulled my fingers from her mouth. “Something you want to tell me?”
“Like what?”
I thrust into her hard. “About that, Luce.”
She was grimacing as she answered, “Just… I’m not as experienced as you.”
“As experienced? Is that all?”
“Yep.”
“All right.”
I dropped to my knees.
“Feel free to move like hell, little darlin’. Believe me, you’re gonna want to.”
I buried my face in her pussy. I toyed with her clit, teasing it with several rapid-fire flicks. And then I drew it into my mouth. At the same time, I was thrusting deeper and rougher inside her. Luce’s moans and groans were like a soundtrack to my sweet torture of her. But when I began suckling on her little clit, all I heard was what sounded like one long wild wail. Her fingers drove into my hair, tugging hard and desperate, holding me to her pussy. She shuddered, shrieking and shrieking until her hot, wetness hit my tongue as she came, jerking against my face, over and over and fucking over.
Now, that was one hell of an orgasm.
She slumped against me and I rose up, scooping her into my arms.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
Lifting her head and glancing around dazedly, she pointed to a door on the far left wall. I strode over there, brushing her sweat-drenched hair out of her face as we went.
“Oh my God. That was amazing,” she breathed, gazing up at me in wonder.
I smiled down at her. “Just foreplay, Luce.”
Reaching her door, I kicked it open. She slapped her hand to the light switch and the room flooded with light. Boxes. Boxes everywhere. Covering her room. I zoned in on the queen-sized bed in the far left corner. I also caught sight of her jewelry work hanging from makeshift hangers by a desk stacked with boxes near a window on the other side of the room. I headed over to the bed.
“What’s with all the boxes?”
“Uh… inventory and stuff. I’m ready to launch my jewelry business finally.”
“That’s amazing, Luce. I’m happy for you,” I said, giving her a squeeze.
She smiled back at me shyly, the look she always got when somebody gave her a compliment. “Thanks.”
I dropped her on the bed and she scrambled to right herself.
I shook off my cut and draped it carefully over a random chair I found nearby. My cut was my pride and joy. It wasn’t something I’d ever just toss on the floor. I turned back to her and ripped my shirt over my head. I watched her eyes roam all over my chest, taking in my abs, then settling on my belt, as she licked her lips. She wasn’t hiding how hot she was for me. I unbuckled my belt, loving how her eyes flashed with excitement, never once leaving my fingers as I worked the clasp. I popped my fly and pulled down my zipper. Then I stopped, leaving it at that.
She frowned up at me.
I smirked back at her and stepped up to the foot of the bed. “First thing’s first.”
I leaned in and ran my palms up and down her arms, taking in the impressive artwork that covered every inch of skin on both her arms. She was trembling and panting, her head thrown back by the time I was done. I grabbed her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her in only her bra. That was gone in the next second too with a single flick of my fingers.
She was bare to me now. Her wild purple waves swept across her silky soft skin, brushing her puckered, rosebud nipples. She had her inked arms folded underneath her tits, pushing them up in all their delicious glory, basically thrusting them at me. Every time she breathed, they bounced a little. So perky and glorious. God, it was a refreshing change from what I was used to with the girls who came into the clubhouse looking to ride a biker just for the thrill of it. Most of them were fake and hard. Nasty. But Luce’s? Real as the rest of her body. Her full hips and her shapely ass. I slid my gaze down to her bare pussy, glistening from her arousal and recent orgasm. I was dying to sink into her tight, wet heat and bury my aching cock so fucking deep inside her. I couldn’t believe I’d managed to hold out this long, considering how worked up I’d been since the parking lot thing.
I shed my pants and boxers, kicking them to the side and stepped right up to the bed.
“Spread your knees wide. Hands behind your back.”
Surprising me, she moved right to the edge of the bed, as close to me as she could get, her eyes on my cock the whole time as she got into position. I wasn’t planning on doing what she was clearly offering up, but hell if I could turn it down. My cock was out, ready and raring to go, throbbing for attention.
I grasped the base and slapped the head against her cheek. She jolted in surprise, but didn’t break position. I did it again and then drew it slowly across her lips. She didn’t move a muscle. Perfect.
“You want a taste? That it?”
“Yes. Please.”
Fuck me. “Open that pretty mouth.”
She opened as wide as she could.
“Stick out your tongue and hold it there.”
As soon as she did, I rubbed my cock up and down the length of its slick surface. The eroticism of her sitting there, her legs spread wide, her tongue out and letting me run my cock all over it, was so intense it had bolts of pleasure sparking through my body. Pre-cum dripped down my shaft and I pulled back before I went too far.
“I’m done with your tongue.” I shifted my weight. “Clean me up now. Every drop.”
Her mouth closed over me and she suckled gently. It was when her tongue swirled around the head that I almost lost my fucking mind. She increased her suckling pressure too and her tongue became a whirlwind, covering every inch of my cock, until sh
e’d cleaned up every drop of pre-cum ten times over. She didn’t stop there either. Panting furiously, she suddenly ducked down onto my cock, taking me whole and clamping her lips tightly around me. Holy fuck!
I fisted my hand in the back of her hair. “Enough,” I grunted, easing her head back.
She relented, pulling away, looking pleased with herself.
Damn woman almost had me losing my shit. And she knew it too. I needed to regain control ASAP.
“Turn around. Hands and knees, little darlin’.”
As she took position, I reached onto the floor and fished a condom out of my jeans pocket, rolling it on over my cock in record time.
I shifted behind her and felt up her tits. I couldn’t get enough of them and judging by her moans, she was down for that. I almost didn’t want to be rough with them. But as soon as my thumbs brushed over her stiff little nipples, the urge sparked in me as usual, and I was pinching and pulling at them before I could stop myself. Luce mewled and squirmed beneath me. I alternated between torturing them and massaging the sweet flesh. Pleasure and pain melded into one for her and soon she was moaning in pleasure, instead of trying’ to squirm away. She was learning so much tonight.
I finished with her tits and lined my cock up with her gushing pussy, loving how she was dripping onto the bed. Delicious. I gripped her hips and drove forward. An inch in, I couldn’t move. Just like before with my fingers, there was too much resistance. I eased in and out, nice and slow, stretching her, until I was able to ease in all the way. A groan sounded from Luce that had me stilling when I tried to move.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. You’re just… a lot.”
“I won’t move until you tell me you’re ready.”
“No, Mason. I’m fine. Do it.”
What? Yeah, I fucked hard and rough, but I wasn’t gonna hurt her. Not like that. “No, I’m not hurting you.”
“Argh! Don’t need… protection. Just damn well fuck me! Now!”
I was gritting my teeth already from trying to hold back while being buried inside the tightest pussy I’d ever felt wrapped around my cock in my life. It was beyond torture. The level of control needed was goddamn superhuman. And, here she was now begging me to fuck her. Actually, yelling at me furiously to get it done.
Fine then. It was on.
I pulled out almost all the way and then I thrust inside her hard, driving right to the hilt in one rough motion. She screamed out, clawing violently at the sheets, and I pounded into her without mercy, my hips working overtime to give her a raw, hard fucking.
“Shit, Luce… the way your pussy clamps down on my cock… so fucking tight,” I hissed into her hair.
“Yes. More. More, Mason. God, yes.”
I slapped her ass hard and she jolted forward. Satisfaction sang through me as I saw my red handprint.
“I want you to come around my cock.”
I was almost delirious with pleasure now, ecstasy was fast approaching and I couldn’t hold on much longer. But I wanted to feel her clamping down around me. I’d dreamed about it for so long, there was no way I was ending it without it going down.
I gave her pussy a light slap and she clenched as she let out a yelp. Interesting.
“Like that, is it?”
I did it again, a little harder and, sure enough, she clenched more intensely.
“Oh yeah, here we go. You like it real rough, don’t you, Luce? Come for me, little darlin’.” I rained down rapid-fire, stinging slaps on her pussy as I fucked her savagely into the bed. I was so lost in the high of it all that when she convulsed around me, it was nearly too much, even for me. I’d never felt anything like it. It was another level of pleasure. Her cries rang in my ears as I shot my load inside her with violent jerk after violent jerk. I had to slap my hand to the mattress to keep myself from collapsing.
I pulled out and Lucy collapsed onto the bed, wincing as she scrambled under the covers and curled up, turning away from me. What the hell?
“You okay, Luce?”
“Fine,” she murmured. “You just wore me out.”
“All right, little darlin’. I’ll be right back. Just need to take care of the condom.”
I pushed off the bed and headed from her room. Didn’t take me too long to find the bathroom, seeing as though it was right next door. I finally glanced down at the condom for the first time as I was about to take it off and toss it in the garbage. And that was when I froze.
“Fucking Christ.”
Luce had lied to me.
I’d asked her and she’d lied right to my face. She wasn’t just inexperienced. She had no experience. She wasn’t just tight from only getting down and dirty once in a while.
It all added up now. And if I’d been thinking without my dick, I would’ve figured it out way sooner. Before we’d… done what we’d done.
Little Lucy Taylor was a virgin.
Correction: she had been. I’d just fucked that away.
This was bad. Real bad.
5
~Lucy~
“One decaf, super dry, soy cappuccino,” I called out, plunking the ceramic mug down on the pickup station.
I shot a glance towards the cash register. The line had finally disappeared. We’d worked our way through it over the last hour. It was what we called the five o’clock rush that always hit us crazy hard once all the nine-to-fivers got out of work and came in jonesin’ for their after-work, wind-down coffees. Abi stood there brewing fresh pots, wiping her sleeve across her sweat-drenched brow. She grinned my way and gave me a chin lift. It was her way of telling me a job well done. We always worked well together. While we were friends and we both wanted the best for each other, I knew she’d been having a hard time accepting my potential plans and that they could mean putting an end to our working relationship. Well, actually to us seeing each other at all, except maybe on the odd occasion.
“Thanks, Doll. Perfect, as always.”
I blinked out of my thoughts, turning my attention back to the pickup station. Bill, one of our regulars, stood winking at me as he snatched up his decaf, soy cappuccino. His stark, white hair was almost as shocking as the smile he offered up to me. He was known as a moody, old bastard around town. A bitter retiree who cared for nothing and nobody, except for his wife, a shy, gentle woman who always kept to herself. But I had a suspicion that Bill’s reputation wasn’t all it was made out to be. I’d managed to extract a smile from him several times, as had Abi. All it took was us perfecting his drink order and he was happy as a clam. The old guy wasn’t as bad as the rumors made him out to be.
Apparently, that didn’t go for everybody. Some rumors and reputations were rooted in the God’s honest truth. Sometimes, where there was smoke, there really was fucking fire. Just like I’d learned with Mason Asshole Cross. As I watched Bill walk over to his favored booth by the window, I gazed out at the street, letting my thoughts wander, as I shook my head to myself.
One week.
It’d been one week since I’d woken up to find him gone.
Gone from my bed. Without a word!
A note would’ve even been something. A text, maybe.
But, no. Nothing.
“Mine,” he growled, fisting his hands in my hair.
He fused his mouth to mine, tasting my lips, roughly angling my head where he wanted me in a deliciously dominating move that sent bolts of desire rippling up and down my spine.
His words and his actions had been indicative of a claiming. They hadn’t just been one-night-stand actions. It hadn’t been hollow like that. It had felt like something, like it’d meant something.
Then again, what did I really know? It had been my first time. I was just going by what I’d read, seen, or heard from others. For all I knew, maybe his plan all along had been to fuck me out of his system, so he could clear his head and go back to living an uncomplicated life without worrying about the sexual tension between us screwing with him. It felt wrong to think him capable of such an awful thing, of suc
h a betrayal. But, then again, we’d been estranged for so long. Did I really know him as well as I thought I did anymore? Was he still the same man? That night he’d claimed his hatred for me had been an act to protect me from himself, but maybe that had been the act?
I didn’t know what to believe.
All I did know was that I hadn’t heard squat from him since we’d slept together a week ago and I’d woken up alone in bed to find him gone. I’d felt him watching me, tailing me since then, seen his bike around, but I hadn’t caught sight of him. So, he was still doing his stalking duty on my brother’s behalf, but he’d kept out of my sight. What was going on with him?
A slap to my shoulder startled me. “Let’s go, Lu Lu.”
Craning my neck, I strained to see Abi grinning at me, her eyes glinting with mischief. Uh oh. “Go? I’m working a double.”
“I switched your shift. Andrea’s covering for you. She’ll be here any moment.”
“What?” I demanded, pulling from her shoulder hold. “But I—”
“Don’t say you need the money, because you’ve already worked doubles four times this week and it’s now Saturday afternoon. You need a night off. And I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. We’re going out.”
I screwed up my face with distaste. That was the last thing I wanted. I was not in the mood for one of her crazy nights out. With Abi, there was no such thing as low-key. She couldn’t just sit and have a drink. No, when she went out, it was to party. Hardcore. I wasn’t that sort of person at the best of times. But, especially not now. I wanted to wallow alone at home over the Mason thing, the fact that my life in Warlow was coming to an end. It was how I processed things, how I got them out of my system and then moved the hell on. Others, like Abi, went about doing that through self-destructive behavior, like drinking themselves under the table and hooking up with random, questionable guys. That wasn’t my way.
“Look, Abi, I really don’t want—”
She rounded on me and grabbed my hands, fixing me with an imploring gaze. “Please, Luce. I need you. All the shit with Liam… it’s driving me crazy, he’s driving me crazy. I need a release.”
