Crane

by Esther E. Schmidt

  “You enjoying yourself over there?” I can’t help but smile, but it kinda dies when I realize… “Fuck. How long has it been since you last ate?”

  She takes a swig, places the bottom of the bottle on her belly and sighs. “A good meal? Three days ago. Also chili, I made it myself...didn’t taste anything like this, though. You’re good.”

  And the smile is back. “Thanks, I know.”

  One eye opens. “Are you always this cocky?”

  “Yeah, Pickles. It’s a given when you excel in everything.” I start to finish my food when I need to stop because of a sexy giggle that flows through the air.

  “What’s your name? Mister Cocky?” The stunning smile she’s sporting is making my chest squeeze.

  I tap my pecs, the patch there clearly states “Crane”.

  “Ah.” She nods. “I thought it was a function or something.”

  My head falls back and I bark out my laughter. Shaking my head, I let her know. “You might think so, huh? Maybe it is. When they want something they can’t…reach, they call me in.”

  “So not everyone of Lost Valkyries MC is a…hitman? Are you a hitman? Or just a handyman of sorts?” Her gaze searches mine, not one fucking ounce of fear or judgment in there.

  I feel my left eyebrow rise. “It’s not very wise to ask those kind of questions, sweetheart.”

  “Humor me, Crane. I mean, I’ve got nothing left to lose. You brought me here in the middle of nowhere, you’re you, last supper and all. Just give me an honest conversation…and be done with it.” She fucking shrugs.

  “You that eager to die, bitch?” She flinches at the tone of my voice. Good, wake the fuck up.

  The beer bottle that was in her hands is placed on the table with a loud bang while her body jumps up from the chair. Before one word can fall from her lips, or another fucking move comes from her body, I’ve got my fingers wrapped around her fine throat and her back against the wall.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  ***Faya***

  There’s something seriously wrong with me. Most would freak out in situations like this. Break down, shut down, freeze up completely. Me? Foot in my mouth and loving the result I’m getting. I mean, how else could you put it when your body is turned on by this muscled biker that has his fingers wrapped around your neck?

  His hands are all inked. I noticed before that he has thick silver rings with skulls on each finger. My eyes trail down the veins that are wrapped around his forearms. All kinds of colors and designs tattooed on his arms that are all muscle and an utter display of strength. It’s hard to breathe. Not because of the tight grip, but because of the hold he seems to have on my body.

  “I can smell how much you want me.” His voice is as rough as the calluses on his hand that is sliding over my hip.

  Shit. The towel fell off somewhere between standing up and being pinned against the wall. His fingers pluck my nipple, making desire shoot straight to my pussy where my clit is pulsing with joy. I moan in protest when his touch leaves my breast.

  His chuckle right next to my ear makes goose bumps spread all over my skin. “Patience, Faya. Patience.” A finger slides through my curls, my folds, before it enters me. “Fuck. You always this tight? If you weren’t dripping all over my hand I would have needed a can of lube or two to get my finger inside.”

  I have no words to give back, just another moan before my body shudders in his grip.

  “How long has it been since a cock dived in this cunt, Faya?” Hot words I can’t answer.

  I can only focus on that single finger that’s sliding in and out of my body, his thumb grazing my clit. If he would just do that a few more times. A gasp rips from my throat when I feel the sting of the hairs on my mound being pulled.

  “How. Long?” he growls.

  “Five years,” I rasp. “Please, I need…” Dammit, why am I begging?

  “That’s all I needed to know, Faya. And I know exactly what you need, but that’s not for you to ask. It’s for me to give and I’m not ready for that yet. So you just have to settle with having your body, mind, and desire, run by me. Am I clear?” His voice is filled with determination that leaves me breathless.

  “Gimme the fucking words, Faya,” he barks.

  “Yes,” I squeak. “It’s yours, Crane. You’re in charge.” My voice trembles but it’s not from fear.

  I’m boiling over with a hungry type of lust I’ve never felt before. I’ve only been with two guys in my entire life, but neither has spiked something like the heat that is racing through my body at this moment. I feel like my clit is set to detonate at any time. Except it’s only possible through his touch.

  Crazy. Insane. I should hate him, run as far away as possible, and yet I want him closer. His mouth on mine, his hands all over me, and his cock pounding into me so hard it will make the world freeze in its tracks to watch the animalistic fucking of the century.

  Because that’s the promise I can read in his green eyes that are piercing straight through me. “Hell yes, I am in charge. And I’m going to make damn sure you’ll still feel my cock’s visit tomorrow.”

  His arm goes underneath my knee, lifting it up. I can barely keep my toes of my other foot on the ground. I hear the sound of a zipper right before my pussy is set on fire. The scream that bounces off the walls is mine. I have to dig my nails in his shoulder and my teeth along with them to brace myself at the massive intrusion.

  “I should say I’m sorry, but sweetheart…I’m not. I’m just gonna enjoy the vise grip and heat while you accommodate my cock, yeah?” His hand that’s still wrapped around my neck guides my head back, allowing him to slam his mouth over mine.

  Our teeth clash, then his tongue is dominating my mouth in a warning for what his cock is about to do to my pussy. My answer to his question earlier? How long has it been since a cock dived in this cunt? Should have been ‘never’. Because this is nothing compared to the missionary style, grunting in my neck while bouncing ten times on top of me before one final grunt and stilling above me I’ve experienced before. Nope. That was a tickle compared to the itch that’s being scratched now.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s all the time I can give you, because I need to fuck you so hard that my dick will be the shape of your pussy for the next few hours. Damn tightness has him all squeezed up.” He chuckles against my mouth before he spins around.

  Holding me with one arm, I feel how he clears the dining table with one sweep before he lays me down on top of it. His fingers travel over my breasts, tummy, and strip of curls on my mound.

  “Might take a picture of my squeezed up cock with my phone.” The corner of his mouth twitches while he looks down to where we’re connected. “Need to keep a visual of how my cock was shaped into a slimmer version because of that tight as hell cunt of yours.”

  He slides out. Intense. The feeling that surges through my body is a craving that needs to be fed by his dick. My hands grip the sides of the table, bracing myself for what I know is to come. The promise is vibrating off his body. He looks like there’s not a single element of human left inside him. He’s all animal. Raw, untamed.

  I expect him to slam back in and yet he surprises me by filling me up slowly. “Aaahhh, thank fuck I didn’t finish the job in that alley.”

  My messed up mind agrees to his statement, because even if he kills me after, this moment right here is the first time I’ve ever felt alive.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  ***Crane***

  I’ve buried my cock in her cunt six times now with a gentle precision that allows me to feel every damn twitch her walls give me. Never, in all my years of fucking, and I’ve fucked a-fucking-lot, has it ever felt like this.

  Leaning over her, I place my forehead against hers. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” I mumble.

  “Dunno. It might be you.” She breathes. “Please, don’t stop…keep…oh, like that.”

  Yeah, well, I don’t know who’s doing it but I need to change it to get a grip on myself. Pulling out
, I see confusion on her face. Much better. Flipping her over, I place her hands back on the table before I smack her ass. Hard. The red handprint is like a red patch of ownership, making my cock even harder than before.

  I know because I’m palming the fucker and feel the blood adding with every stroke. Brushing the tip through her wetness, I feel and see the tight ring of her ass constrict when I come near it.

  “I am going to fuck that hole too. Not this time, though. But damn, woman…I can blow my load just wondering how tight that place will be.” She only whimpers while I watch how her cunt spasms at the thought. “You’d like that, huh? My cock sliding up your ass. Soon, sweetheart, very soon.”

  Lining my cock up, I smack her ass again before I fill her up. Gripping her lush hips, I start to pound inside her cunt so hard, you might think I’m going for an Olympic record. And fuck, maybe I am.

  Snaking my arm around, I find her clit. Instead of circling that fucker, I’m rather selfish and spread my fingers. Gripping her pussy while my palm rubs her clit, I feel my dick slide in and out of her cunt between my fore-and middle fingers. I tighten my grip to add even more pressure, but in reality it’s for fucking extra awareness I need to keep me grounded. The fact that my dick is indeed pounding away into her tight cunt.

  I’m caught by surprise when my knees buckle as the cum blasts in strokes from my cock, filling her up so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t come out of her mouth. My head falls back because her walls are dancing in a rhythm that has me gasping for my next breath. Fucking hell, I’ve not felt a woman orgasm around me like that in all my life. It’s like she’s taken ownership of my cock and is demanding every single drop of cum.

  Unbalanced, I take a step back and with that, my cock slides out of her. I’m bracing myself on one arm while keeping my gaze locked on that red, well fucked, puffy cunt. My cum is sliding out, dripping on my goddamned floor. Magnificent. I’ve never seen a more perfect visual than the one that’s in front of me now.

  She pushes herself off the table. No fucking way. Pressing down between her shoulder blades, I keep her in place. “Stay,” I growl.

  The contented sigh that reaches my ears makes my dick twitch in response. Damn, I need to get a grip. This right here makes me want to claim this woman as mine so I can fuck her any time, any place, for as long as my dick is able to.

  My cum has stopped dripping. Believe me, that took a while because I put enough inside to have the left side of her leg covered in tracks and a nice gathering on the floor beneath her. Just for the hell of it, I add another red handprint on that lush ass of hers. The sound of my hand smacking flesh bounces off the walls.

  “Go on, sweetheart, soak in the hot tub some more while I clean up.” I need to get away from her for a moment. Might as well use that time to do some mindless things like grabbing plates off the floor and wiping my cum off the floor.

  I watch how she turns. Damn fine tits waving for attention. “Sure you don’t want my help?”

  “In getting more cum from my body?” I question. “Because that’s what’s gonna happen if you don’t get out of my reach, Faya. I will fuck you again and your cunt is gonna be raw tomorrow as it is.”

  She rubs her fucking legs together. “Gotcha.” She swallows before sidestepping and moving toward the sliding doors.

  I watch how her lush ass bounces with every step. She’s got a pear shaped figure and some might consider her overweight. But as I stated before, and know for damn sure right now, she is built for my kind of fucking. She’s perfect.

  It’s rare, believe me. I’ve had a variety of cunts giving my dick a try to see if they could handle me. I had them screaming my name and not in a good way. It kinda takes the fun out of fucking when you have to hold back.

  My mind wasn’t even thinking on holding back a moment ago. No fucking way. I went all in, or better yet, my dick went all in and she took it. Even raised that fine ass to give me a better angle.

  I’m still staring at the woman who’s gotten underneath my skin, with the realization that I have no intent of either killing her, or letting her go. She’s mine. Faya might not be aware yet, but hell…her cunt is fully aware of who it belongs to, so she better pay attention…this is only a tiny hint of what I’ll offer her.

  The life she knew before I stepped into it is over. New fucking dawn. Shit. That means I’ve made my decision. My Old Lady will not be killed. Or fucking hunted down. Anger rises when I think back on how she locked down and braced for pain.

  She’s been through a lot, it’s written all over her. Not just the scars on her back showing years of abuse, but her mind has been through hell too. Good thing she’s mine now, because I intend to protect what’s mine, making sure she’s never feeling any fucking pain again.

  Unless I’m the one supplying it. Mixed with a nice dose of pleasure to go along with it. Because the way her cunt squeezed around my cock when I smacked that ass? I intend to find out just how well she can balance the two before she surrenders to me, and to the mind-blowing orgasm it will bring her.

  CHAPTER SIX

  ***Faya***

  “Is this really necessary?” I ask as I watch him handcuff me.

  Such a strong contradiction as to what went on earlier. After he let me soak in the hot tub again, he brought another towel and dried me off himself. I never experienced a guy toweling me dry. He made sure every inch of my body got an equal amount of attention.

  The rough, and from what I’ve seen ruthless, biker was delicate and sweet. Treating me like I was something special. There hasn’t been one word exchanged since. He just guided me toward a large bed and ordered me to lay down.

  There’s a feral grin on his face when he lies down next to me and connects the handcuffs to the chain that is looped through his jeans. “We haven’t passed the point of trust yet, Pickles. You need to get there first before you get what you want in return.”

  I pin him with a glare. “Oh, and you’re telling me you’re already there? You’re not making any sense with what you do or say, you’re aware of that, right?”

  Stupid, asshole, insane to think…

  He nods. The asshole nods while his mouth twitches! “I know what I want, and I always get what I want.”

  “Obviously,” I mutter, mainly to myself. “Because who the hell would dare to stand up against you?”

  “Exactly.” Crane chuckles while he reaches for the lamp on the bedside table and plunges the room into darkness.

  Only my hands are near his body, because they are tied to his waist. The rest of me is as far away as I can manage. The bed is against the wall and the only way to get off the bed would involve going over his body. Damn idiot. I can’t seem to wrap my brain around all of this. The last few days have been insane. I can’t even start to make sense of it all.

  Slight panic runs through my body, something that rarely catches me off guard, making my body shiver while I swallow at the tightness in my throat. Dammit. The silence of the room we’re wrapped in doesn’t allow anything to go unnoticed.

  His arm goes around me and he pulls me flush against his body. “Relax, sweetheart. Nothing’s gonna happen. I promise.”

  There’s an edge to his words. A vow. His fingers slide over my hair, gentle strokes, soothing. It doesn’t take long for sleep to claim me. It’s been a long time since I’ve slept. In the last three days I might have caught an hour here and there in the front seat of my car. It’s been awhile since I’ve felt safe enough to give in to sleep. Insane. Because for real…I’m handcuffed to the guy’s pants.

  Bright light wakes me. Blinking, I feel the sunlight that warming my face. My cheek is resting on something warm. Crane’s abs. Can you imagine the smell of freshly cut wood, a warm apple covered with cinnamon, and a hint of lime? Those are the things that come to mind when I take a deep breath. It’s Crane’s scent.

  It also triggers something inside my body that wants to cuddle tighter against him. Cuddle. As if he’s not a rough biker and an assassin who was sent after m
e. To kill me. Because let’s face reality here, that’s the black and white version. I should escape, make a run for it, and hide from the rest of the world. And yet I want to cuddle. And have coffee in bed with him. But we all know we can’t have everything we want in life.

  Gently, I lift my head and hover on my knees beside Crane. My wrists are still connected to the chain around his pants. Swinging one leg over, I balance myself on my knees, straddling him reverse cowboy while my eyes are on his crotch. A crotch that seems to rise under my gaze. There’s a growl before I feel fingers digging into my hips and I’m pulled back.

  “Breakfast in bed,” Crane rumbles. “Fucking perfect.”

  My fingers are wrapped around the chain on his jeans. The next instant his tongue is spearing my pussy, lapping up the desire that he’s firing up inside me. His grip on me tightens, bringing me closer to his face as he shakes his head. His beard is creating a friction that has me literally sitting down on his face, rubbing my pussy to chase…

  “Aaahhh, Crane…yessss.” My head swarms with pleasure while my pussy spasms, euphoria shooting through my veins.

  How the hell does he light me up so damn fast? I slump forward, my cheek resting against his dick that feels amazing and yet it’s locked up tight behind the zipper of his jeans. My fingers make fast work of freeing him. With the feel of his tongue still lazily licking away, I crave to have his taste on my tongue.

  It’s only fair, right? Although I have never taken a dick in my hands, or have it even near my mouth for that matter, I’m captivated by the hard, thick length that bobs out from the confinement of his jeans. It’s huge. I mean, I knew it was big when I felt it inside me last night, but…wow. The veins that are wrapped around it…