by Franca Storm
Fuck, that thing was sexy. I'd had a lot of fun teasing it with ice cubes and wax in the past.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her thong and drew it down her tanned legs. With a couple of quick moves, I maneuvered it into a makeshift tie and bound her ankles.
"Stay still," I warned.
Then I dove down and dragged my tongue through her pussy. Just as I'd expected, she was already dripping wet.
Drawing things out and taking my time, it drove her wild so quickly, as it always did. Sky really liked to be teased.
I continued to tongue her, sucking gently on her clit after every three strokes until her juices were dripping down her thighs. Moans escaped her, a cock-teasing soundtrack to my erotic attentions. But she managed to keep still, her muscles straining to pull it off, to please me with her submission.
When I pulled back, she whimpered at the loss.
"I'm in control of your pleasure, greedy girl," I reminded her, delivering a stinging slap to her sensitized pussy.
She gasped, her body jerking. "Yes, D," she conceded, going still once again, and returning to her position.
I brought the toy out from behind my back and watched with satisfaction as her eyes widened at the sight of the neon-pink double dildo. It had a formidable girth, the top part shaped like the head of a dick. It narrowed nearer the bottom part, but gave way to a ball at the end, the size of a medium-sized anal bead.
I took that end and rubbed it all over her drenched pussy, lubing it up well.
"Spread your legs wide and bring your knees up to your chest. Hold them tight," I ordered.
She shifted into position quickly.
"Now, concentrate and push back nice and easy," I told her as I rimmed her tight little asshole with the saturated balled end of the dildo. As I started to push it in gently, I felt her muscles responding, working with me. I leaned down and flicked her clit rapidly with my tongue. Her ass muscles loosened at the attention and the ball slid in past the tight ring of resistance, sinking in deep.
"God," she moaned out. "Yes."
Holding the dildo steady in place, I maneuvered it into a U-shape and eased the other end into her pussy. She bucked and threw her head back, loving having both her holes filled. But I wasn't stopping there.
"Clamp down. Hold it inside."
She nodded, straining and biting her lip with the effort.
I smiled to myself and strode to the other side of the lounger where her head was at.
She tipped her head back to seek me out, her eyes following my movements as I popped my fly and unzipped, then pulled my throbbing cock out. Good. She was already in the position I'd wanted her in, her head hanging back off the lounger, ready to take me deep down her throat.
I reached out and fisted my hand in her hair. "Open wide, sugar."
She licked her lips, then opened for me.
In the next second, I thrust my cock into her warm, wet mouth. Fuck, yeah. That was the stuff. Her lips tightened around my shaft as I eased back out, almost right to the tip. The friction was incredible. She was incredible. The woman could give some insanely good head, and she'd learned how to deep throat from me really well too.
I fell into a rhythm, fucking her mouth at an easy pace, wanting to savor the sensation. It'd been way too long since we'd hooked up, since I'd gotten off without my own hand. There was no way I was going that long again. My head hadn't felt clear in ages without it, without that rush, that fix I needed.
Yeah, needed. The boys joked about me being a sex addict, but it wasn't far off from the brutal truth of it. I wasn't into drugs or out-of-control binge-drinking, but I always sought out the rush of fucking. Not just some missionary quickie, though. Nah, it had to be dirty, intense, and at least a little kinky. Straight-up vanilla didn't do it for me. That rep was the reasoning behind my road name.
I reached forward and took hold of the dildo. "Get ready."
I began pumping it, fucking her ass and pussy simultaneously, hard and fast. She grunted around my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
I watched her straining to hold position as I fucked her harder, rougher, until my hand was basically vibrating with it, the dildo working her over mercilessly.
"Let go," I told her.
The moment the freeing words were out of my mouth, she started bucking furiously on the table, trying to match me.
She had no hope.
I was a man on a mission, one to make her come her goddamn brains out.
She screamed around my cock, the vibrations driving me out of my mind. My control was compromised, because it'd been way too long since the last time we'd played. I slipped from my dominant mindset and hurtling us both into ecstasy became my only focus. No more drawing it out. No more finesse. Just desperate, merciless fucking.
I let go of my hold in her hair and started flicking her clit, rapid and soft, then switching to slow and hard in the next moment. It had her thumping her fists down on the tabletop, her body writhing, her muffled screams around my cock growing more violent.
She was right on the edge. But I wanted my cum pumping down her throat when she exploded all over my fingers.
I picked up my pace, fucking her mouth in a wild, unhinged way, until she was struggling to handle it. Watching her throat working furiously to take me, to please me, just spurred me on more. My balls slapped against her. I felt them drawing tight, ready to fucking lose it.
And then her whole body went rigid. A gargled scream tore from her throat. And as she clamped down around the dildo, coming her brains out, her mouth did the same to my cock.
"Fuck!" I roared, as I hurtled over the edge, pumping my load deep down her throat.
When she'd swallowed it all down, I pulled out, and staggered back. Damn, that'd been intense. It always was with her.
She lay sprawled out on the lounger for a few moments and I walked to her and eased the dildo free.
"Wow," she breathed, as she sat up and pulled her dress down. "God, I missed you."
"Missed you too," I told her with a smile that I hoped conveyed just how much.
She looked surprised and studied me with amused curiosity for a moment, before she took the dildo from me and sauntered into her private ensuite bathroom.
As I fixed my dick back into my pants and zipped up, I heard the water running in there. She was cleaning up. She still had an event to run, a dramatic entrance to make to her adoring clientele. "I'll be back out in five!" she called to me.
"No worries, sugar," I called back.
I was about to take a seat on the couch when my earpiece started beeping, signaling an incoming transmission.
I tapped it, answering, "Report."
Wraith's voice rumbled in my ear, "We've got a potential hostile. Lone Outlaws club member circling the building on and off."
"What? Their clubhouse is miles away from here. Who the hell is it?"
"Working on ID'ing them."
"All right, I'll check in with Spartan, see if he knows something we don't."
"Copy that," Wraith said, before ending the transmission.
Prez was known for conducting thorough background checks on anyone who came in consistent contact with Iron Kings, including our business partners. Given that Sky fell under that umbrella, that also meant her. I knew of all her holdings and none of them were connected to Lone Outlaws. The only connection that seemed feasible was a personal one. Fuck. Had she hooked up with one of their members? Was it current? My gut twisted at the thought. We weren't technically exclusive or committed to each other. Not yet. Not until we had the talk I'd come down here to have with her. Until I'd been too easily distracted by her turning it on and all that. But I'd thought we were still open with each other. And we were sleeping together, doing a load of dirty, kinky shit with each other, so I expected full disclosure on sex partners for safety first and foremost, and basic consideration and decency secondly. Besides, it was insulting. I was fulfilling her sexual needs, big time. There was no doubt in my mind
. I was the best she'd ever had by far. It worked both ways. We were incredible together.
What the ever-loving fuck was this? I'd been on the verge of locking things down with her, of actually claiming her as mine, and now this bullshit was flying about? Just churning the possibility around was making me really angry, really fast. My fists were clenched white-hot at my sides. I couldn't seem to cut through it with reason. I didn't even have a single shred of evidence of her fucking anybody else. It was just one thin theory.
But the likelihood was amplified in my mind because I was well aware that she had a thing for bad boys. Bikers. Gangsters. General badasses. And she was a big flirt like me. When we'd first started out, she'd brought her flirt out on a bunch of the boys. She often brought up Wrecker. But I'd figured that'd just been to tease me and find out whether I was at all possessive over her, to figure out where I stood with us without having to take the risk of asking me outright. That was mostly my fault because I had a rep for cutting and running the second any woman displayed interest in wanting more than just fucking from me.
Shit. I needed to reel it in. I needed to get a fucking grip.
First, I needed to get out of here, get the facts, before I upset her with invasive questions. Tonight was supposed to be about us taking the next step, not all this bullshit.
I heard the water in the bathroom stop running.
The door inched open.
That was my cue.
I hightailed it out of her office.
2
~Skylar~
I SHUDDERED.
Hurriedly, I buttoned up my Burberry wool coat against the bitter wind whipping through the parking lot as I made my way to my Audi A8. Despite the winter weather trying to chill me right down to the bone, I found myself smiling and putting a distinct spring into my step.
Excite's anniversary blowout had been a huge success. My swanky nightclub had defied all expectations. It wasn't just the hottest club in the city, it was near landmark status.
The only thing that had put a slight damper on my night had been D's bullshit.
He seemed to be playing some kind of mind game, dicking me around.
First, he'd surprised me by joining the Iron Kings security team. He hadn't been scheduled as part of it. He wasn't an enforcer like the rest of them. But he'd come anyway, and I'd really thought he'd done it so he could be there for me on my special night. And then, the way he'd looked at me and been with me as we'd fooled around in my office had been intense, loving almost. It had seemed like he was going to confess his feelings to me and admit that he wanted more.
But I'd clearly been way off, because he hadn't said any of that. We'd just fucked as we usually did. This time it had been worse, though, because he'd just unceremoniously disappeared, making me feel like I was nothing but an inconsequential whore he'd just used. For the rest of the night, he'd somehow strategically avoided me. Fortunately for him, Excite had some major square-footage and a lot had been going on down on the club floor tonight, so it'd been easy to get lost in all the craziness.
Urgh. What was I doing with the likes of Luke "Deviant" Reilly? Why did I care about his behavior tonight? We weren't together. We were just fuck buddies. He'd made it abundantly clear many a time that he wasn't looking for anything else. Why had I been expecting anything more from him? It had obviously just been misguided wishful thinking.
It seemed, given how I'd been feeling lately, that maybe I was. I was starting to want more. I wasn't a fool by any means. He most certainly wasn't the guy who could give me that. He just wanted to fuck. God, the fucking was beyond amazing. I'd never experienced anything like it. I honestly didn't know if I'd ever be able to find anyone who could play my body like he could, who could make me come and reach new heights of pleasure like he could. He was able to read my body so well, to identify my wants and needs in ways that even I hadn't been able to.
Enough!
I wasn't going to give any more attention to it. After the way he'd treated me tonight, he didn't deserve it. This was my night, my success. And I was proud of everything I'd accomplished. I wouldn't let any other negative elements impact that, least of all some emotionally-stunted guy I was fucking.
After tonight, I had even more to look forward to. My partnership with Scott "Spartan" Tate and the Iron Kings MC was going extremely well and I was enjoying throwing myself into a new project. It was all coming up Sky right now and I was determined to enjoy every moment of it.
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I was only a foot out from my car when I noticed a hulking figure standing in front of it, his arms folded across his broad chest, giving off a majorly intimidating air.
I stopped in my tracks, adrenaline shooting through me, readying me for what was to come.
A familiar creepy growl of a voice spoke an equally all-too-familiar endearment. "Kitten."
I shuddered involuntarily, my muscles locking as my entire body tensed.
He stepped forward into the illumination of the floodlight above and I took in the man who just couldn't seem to contain himself to my past.
Eddie Griffith.
In his world, he went by Haywire. He'd earned the name years back from his out-of-control partying ways. But it'd quickly lost its humorous aspect and become more about the rapid deterioration of his behavior the deeper he'd delved into that disturbing world of his, behavior that found him losing his mind more often than not and completely losing all sense of reason and control at the faintest perceived provocation or slight. Basically, he was a fucking maniac.
"Eddie, what are you doing here?"
"It's your big night. Did you really think I wouldn't show up to support you?"
I'd fucking well hoped not.
"Well… thanks. It's late now, though, and I'm tired and need to head home," I said, hoping to dismiss anything before it could really start.
When he stepped into my path, his leather cut filling my vision, I knew that option had just gone with the wind. Shit.
He loomed over me, glowering down at me as he hissed viciously, "Yeah, it's late because this was the earliest I could get to you with the intense security you had around this joint tonight. Trying to send me a message, huh? I've gotta admit, it was ballsy even for a known ballbuster like you." His hand shot out and squeezed my arm in a painful vice grip. "Iron Kings? You bitch! You knew I couldn't cross them without fucking myself over. But they're gone now, and all that stunt ended up doing was pissing me off."
"Get your hand off me," I seethed, reaching under my coat, my fingers brushing the butt of my gun. He'd get one chance and then I'd use it. The days were long past where he could bully me. I was different than the naive college girl who'd let such a psycho into her bed.
Smarter.
Stronger.
Braver.
And a whole lot darker.
"My hand is gonna be the least of it," he threatened.
"Hey!" a deep booming voice rang out all of a sudden, cutting through the mounting tension that had quickly been approaching a dangerous tipping point.
Eddie froze, as surprised as me.
"Motherfucker!" the voice sounded again, followed by heavy, racing footsteps coming our way. "Hands off her, right the fuck now!"
Eddie's eyes widened just as a blur of movement caught my eye. He released me and stepped back as a leather-clad arm shot out in front of me, a solid bar between me and Eddie. I turned to see Deviant beside me, his face a mask of unadulterated fury, his fists clenched and ready to deal out some brutal punishment.
Wow. I hadn't seen that coming. For one thing, I'd already dismissed all the Iron Kings boys for the night. And, secondly, he'd spent the whole night avoiding me. I certainly hadn't expected him to emerge out of nowhere as my leather-clad white knight.
"Haywire," he seethed.
"Spartan's lapdog," Eddie tossed back at him.
I tensed as D bristled at the insult, his fists clenching. Did Eddie have a death wish, pushing someone who was already clearly piss
ed enough?
Still holding his arm up before me as a protective barrier, D glared at Eddie's cut, taking in the crest of the Lost Outlaws MC. "You got Linc's authorization to be down here, or are you here on your own acting all lone-wolf?"
I tensed at his question. It drove home just how bad it was that he'd walked into this and come to my rescue. Eddie wasn't just anyone. And neither was D. They were both MC members. They couldn't just beat on one another. If you took a shot at one MC member, the whole club would come down on you. Hard. You touched one of them, you touched them all. It could lead to war, the code was taken that seriously. Of course it would be far worse if Eddie had authorization from his club president, Linc "Python" Calloway. But even without that, if D did anything here it would still have consequences. I highly doubted that Eddie had backing from Linc to come at me like this. Eddie kept the whole messed-up situation between us off everyone's radar. He didn't like to show that side of himself, especially not to his club. They'd probably kick his ass to the curb if they knew the truth.
"D," I urged, patting his arm to hopefully jolt him from his fierce glaring match with Eddie.
"Sugar?" he asked, not taking his eyes off Eddie.
"I'm fine. It's been a long day and I just want to go home. Please just drop this."
I felt his majorly tensed-up arm relax a bit at my uncharacteristic plea and he shot a look at me, understanding shining in his eyes.
But before he could make a decision, Eddie made an incredibly stupid move and stepped up to him, getting in his face. "She yours?" he snarled like a madman.
Instead of dismissing it like I'd assumed he would, D snarled right back, "What's it to you?"
"What's it to me?" Eddie sneered. "A fuck of a lot, seeing as though she's mine."
Unbelievable.
Fortunately, D was more astute than the average guy and as he looked between us, I saw him register the false claim. He stepped back, sending relief flooding through me at the cooling off move. He wasn't going to get into a physical fight with Eddie.
But his next words overshadowed that initial relief, wounding me.
