“We’ll see you guys in a bit,” he grumbled as he led me over to another small group of guys sitting under the trees in lawn chairs.
“Hey, Voodoo! Who’s this beauty, and where have you been hiding her?” a very blond man asked with a big grin.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered next to me. “Kira, this asshole is Ghost, that dickwad is Angel, Croc’s the fuckstick, then that asswipe is Chains, and next to him is Phoenix, the fucktard.”
They all laughed except the one they called Chains. He silently drank his beer as he watched me and Ogun.
“Uh, hi,” I stuttered. “I’m feeling the love.”
That caused them to laugh even more, and Ogun actually chuckled softly next to me. Even Chains had a half smile.
“It’s all good. If we weren’t fucking with each other, we might wonder if there was any love at all,” the one he called Angel said.
Ogun brought me around and introduced me to several other guys. I knew I’d never remember their names, because my brain was already on overload. All in all, there were about fifteen or more guys there, plus the scantily clad women.
There was an older guy who had his arm around the shoulders of a woman with a bandana on her blonde hair. Her name was Helen, and she seemed really sweet. They referred to her as the man’s ol’ lady, which I assumed was something special. They were with several of the older guys.
Unlike Geneva, I’d never watched any of the motorcycle shows. I’d never had time. Vet school was demanding as hell. Now at twenty-seven years old, I was finally feeling like I could have a life. Yet, I had no life.
“So what do you think?” he asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Well, it’s different?” I didn’t mean it to come out as a question.
“Different good, or different bad?” he asked as he lifted the bottle to his lips to hide the slight lift of his sexy lips. He was sinfully gorgeous, and I was beginning to have thoughts about him that I knew were a bad idea.
Being far from drunk, I couldn’t blame it on the alcohol, but something crazy hit me, and I bit my lip. Then I insanely said, “Maybe a little of both.”
My eyes trailed from his beautiful eyes to the broad shoulders, and down the abs his tight T-shirt hinted at beneath the leather vest. Blatantly obvious, I paused on his zipper before finishing the beer in my hand.
I couldn’t be sure, but I thought Ogun swore under his breath.
The sky was darkening, and the party seemed to be picking up steam. It had gone from people standing around in groups, casually drinking, to someone cranking the music up and some risqué behavior.
Behavior that was oddly turning me on.
I hadn’t realized how engrossed I was in watching one of the women on her knees in front of the guys in the lawn chairs until a hot breath blew across my ear. “You like watching?”
It dawned on me that my eyes had been locked on Chains as the woman gave him head. My face burned with both mortification at being caught staring and with how hot it made me.
“Do you have a bathroom I can use?” I asked suddenly. My voice was breathless, and I tried to ignore the husky chuckle that he released across my neck.
“Sure. This way,” he said as he led me into what looked like a large metal building. I’d expected it to be a shop, since the place was out on the edge of a farm. Inside, it couldn’t have been further from a shop. There was a large open space with couches scattered around, an oval bar in the center, and tables that surrounded it.
The high ceiling spanned the entire building, but it appeared to be well-insulated and ended at one end where a wall had been constructed. A set of stairs went up in the center. We headed in that direction.
When I tried to go into one of the two doors next to the stairs that said restroom, he tugged my hand. “Trust me. You don’t wanna use either of those.”
Confused, I looked over my shoulder as he guided me down a hall under the stairs that I hadn’t noticed at first. There were a couple of closed doors, but we passed them. The short hall came to a T, and we took a right.
It was almost like walking down a hotel hall with doors on either side. At the third door on the left, he stopped and pulled out his keys. After unlocking the door, he swung it open, flipped on the light, and motioned for me to go in.
It was like a dorm room. A bed with a dark comforter, a single nightstand, a dresser with a huge mirror, flat-screen TV mounted to the wall, and a scarred-up desk with a basic office chair.
“Is this where you live?” I asked him as I checked out the sparse furnishings.
“When I need to stay here,” he said from where he leaned on the doorframe. His heated gaze followed my every movement. “Bathroom is through that door.”
“Oh. Thanks,” I said before rushing in and closing the door. Leaning on the back of it for a moment, I tried to calm my racing heart.
Jesus. What have I gotten myself into? Not that I hadn’t seen worse growing up, but it hadn’t affected me like it had outside. Then, I’d been able to ignore it. Now, I’d found myself unable to look away and I’d been incredibly turned on.
After several large breaths, I finished my business and washed my hands in the pedestal sink. Taking a second to check out the small space, I realized it was utilitarian, but efficient. Shower, no tub, small cabinet between the toilet and small sink, mirror over the sink. No decorations or personal touches.
Taking a peek in the cabinet, I saw a stack of neatly folded towels and washcloths. A razor, toothbrush, toothpaste, and travel size of cologne were all that spoke of someone actually staying in there.
Through the frosted shower door, I could see what was likely a bottle of shampoo and another bottle. That was it. No personalization in the small room, either.
Figuring I’d been in there long enough, I opened the door.
Ogun sat in the office chair doing something on his phone but looked up as soon as the door swung open. Without a word, he slipped it inside his vest. My eyes darted to the closed door and back to the intense man who was standing.
“It’s not locked. If you want to go, feel free,” he said in a tone that dared me to stay.
This ridiculously out of character part of me wanted things I shouldn’t. It wanted him to unleash the beast I could see simmering in his eyes. It was a wild and fleeting thought that I assumed was mine alone.
Or I did until his hand shot out, spanning the front of my throat. His grip was firm, but not painful. Panic slithered through me for a second before his gaze dropped to my mouth, which had parted on a gasp.
He pulled me toward him, and our lips met in a demanding kiss. It was one I was fully and brazenly participating in.
And it was so incredibly good. Mind-blowing.
When he broke free and dropped his head to rest his forehead on mine, I reached up to grasp the arm that still held me.
“What are you doing?” I whispered and swallowed, knowing he could feel my throat move.
“Kira.” He said my name like it was a prayer. “I’ve never been one to beat around the bush before. You wanna fuck? Or you wanna go back out there and drink?”
Slightly stunned, I stared at him slack-jawed. “Are you serious?”
What I intended to come out as indignant, came out with a crack to my voice and tremulous.
“Baby, I’m serious as a heart attack.” His eyes were so dilated, they appeared dark. It was the first thing that gave away the level of his desire. The other was the way he seemed to be losing his control.
Wavering between what I was certain was the right choice and the one I wanted to make, I searched his eyes. Finally, I let my better judgement go by the wayside and pushed forward against the palm of his hand until my lips crashed to his again.
That time, it was a fierce clash of wills as we both jockeyed for the lead in what was a frighteningly passionate race. Our tongues twirled, stroked, and twisted against each other’s as his taste left me spellbound. The hand around my neck squeezed minutely, causing my he
ad to swim a bit.
With a growl, he released my neck, crouched slightly, lifted me, and caused my legs to instinctively wrap around his hips. The thick rod between his legs was by no means subtle as he ground it to that sensitive spot between mine.
“Oh!” I gasped as I shamelessly found myself on the verge of an orgasm.
My head fell back a bit with each step he took. He took advantage of that moment to trail bites and kisses along the column of my throat.
A needy moan escaped me. Too late, the voice of reason tried to rear its ridiculous head, so I shoved it back down. There would be time enough for it later. Better to suffer regret than to regret not doing it when I had the chance. Even if this was all we ever had, I’d always have the memories.
And something told me, with this man, those memories were going to be life-altering.
“The Light”—Disturbed
Normally, I was efficient when it came to sex. No unnecessary foreplay. No kissing. No emotions.
With Kira, that all went out the window, and I wasn’t sure how to process that.
I’d reached the edge of the bed and reluctantly broke free from the spell of her kiss. Setting her on her feet, I framed her face in my hands. “I want you naked in that bed in ten seconds or I’m ripping those clothes off you.”
The glazed look left her eyes. She blinked and paused. Half expecting her to back out, I was shocked when she actually whipped her clothes off in record time and tossed them in the chair.
She jerked the top linens back but paused. “Are these clean?” she hesitantly asked as she looked over her shoulder at me.
I couldn’t help the laughter that escaped as I studied the prefect curve of her ass. “Yeah. They’re clean. I haven’t stayed here in several days, and I changed them before I left last time. I don’t stay here often because of Zaka.”
She frowned, and I knew she was wondering if I’d been in the bed with someone else. Not wanting her to change her mind, I grabbed the back of her neck, spun her around, and kissed her again.
Anything that had happened before her didn’t matter, but I knew she wouldn’t see it that way.
“Get that gorgeous ass in the bed,” I growled against her lips as I broke free.
Once I knew she was doing as I said, I started to undress. My cut, I hung on the back of the chair; the rest went to the floor.
Unashamed of my nakedness, I walked to the edge of the bed. Her caramel-apple gaze was staring at my full-mast cock with a perfect blend of trepidation and hunger. When she licked her lower lip in a wanton gesture, I changed my plans.
“Get over here,” I demanded. The confusion I expected lit her eyes. She scooted toward me until she sat on the edge. Grabbing my length in my hand, I began to stroke it as she watched. The heavy rise and fall of her tits and the look of blatant desire in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
“You liked watching Cookie suck on Chains’s cock. Is that because you liked watching or because you were imagining your lips wrapped around his cock?” I was intentionally crude.
“I—” she started but then stopped.
“Cat got your tongue?” I asked as I continued to slowly stroke. The glistening bead of precum at the end of my dick caught her attention, and I saw the tip of her pink tongue peek out to touch her lower lip again.
“You want to suck me, don’t you?” I taunted in a soft voice as the shining liquid rolled over the head and down to my fingers.
She surprised me when she looked me straight in the eyes and nodded.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I released the grip I had on my cock, and it immediately bobbed in front of her.
Leaning forward, she gingerly wrapped her slender fingers around me.
“Tighter,” I instructed, and she squeezed me with the perfect amount of pressure. Then she leaned further forward, and the tip of her tongue came out to lick the leaking head like a goddamn lollipop. When she flattened her tongue along the bottom and wrapped her lips around my girth, she elicited a groan out of me that came straight from the depths of my soul.
Sliding off the edge of the bed to her knees, she took me deeper.
As she became bolder, I fisted her hair and guided her speed and depth. On one particularly deep thrust, she gagged, and I nearly came on the spot. She recovered and slid her hand up closer so less of my cock went in her mouth.
“No. Let go and hold my hips,” I demanded. Her eyes looked up at me in disbelief. I’d be a fucking liar if I said the sight of her on her knees with a mouthful of my dick, lips stretched around it, and shock in her kaleidoscope gaze, didn’t make me want to shoot my load down her pretty little throat.
After a brief heartbeat, she did as I said, and her smooth hands held my hips. As I began to stroke in and out of her mouth, her fingers dug into my ass cheeks.
“Relax your throat and swallow when I hit the back,” I said in a raspy tone. She did as she was told, and my eyes were damn near rolling back in my head at her compliance. She was an excellent pupil, and with each stroke into her warm and willing mouth, I was reeling.
“Enough,” I finally ground out through clenched teeth. She had me on the verge of exploding as I pulled her off my cock by the handful of thick blonde hair I had fisted. As her lips released me with a pop that echoed through the quiet room, I raised her to her feet. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees, with your knees on the edge.”
Without argument, she did as I instructed. Her compliance was a beautiful thing.
Gripping her ass, I reveled in the way her back arched. Pulling her open, I groaned at the glistening pussy bared to me. Unable to resist, I crouched behind her and ran my tongue through the slick folds of her plump wet lips.
Pausing after the first taste, I sighed. “Fucking nirvana,” I said before diving back in.
Her mewls of pleasure and the way she thrust her core back to my greedy mouth drove me crazy. Lapping at the wetness of her excitement, I drove my tongue into her as I wanted to do with my aching cock.
“Jesus, Ogun. Oh my God,” she gasped as I stepped up the pace. When I slipped two fingers inside her tight channel and curled them, that was all it took. Her juices flowed over my tongue like an elixir of the gods.
Not wasting a drop of it, I licked and sucked her until she shuddered and her face dropped to the bed. “Ogun,” she murmured, and my inner beast wanted to roar.
One last taste, and I stood behind her. Gripping my cock, I lined it up with her now dripping hole. “I’m clean. You?”
“Last I checked, yes,” she gasped.
“You on the pill?” I rasped. Though I never would’ve with anyone else, I needed to feel her raw.
“Uh-huh,” she dazedly murmured.
“Thank fuck,” I growled as I fed the tip in and then thrust hard. She jolted up off the bed with a cry. I knew I was big and she was probably burning as she stretched around me, but I could only give her a second to adjust because every fiber in my being screamed at me to fuck her.
When the tight lines of her back relaxed, I grabbed her hips and slid out nearly to the end before plunging balls deep into her glove-like sheath. “Perfect,” I panted before repeating the motions.
With each stroke, her ass jiggled and made me want to fuck her harder. Looking up, I caught our refection in the mirror in front of me. Needing to see her expression, I reached up to wrap her wavy hair around my hand and pulled her head back.
“Open your eyes,” I told her with a tug. Her pleasure-glazed gaze caught mine in the mirror. “Watch us.”
Her lips parted with my next thrust. “Ogun,” she gasped in surprise.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll remember this night for the rest of your life,” I told her as I pulled her back to whisper in her ear.
“Yes,” she boldly agreed, holding my heated gaze in the mirror.
With a moan, I let loose and fucked her hard and fast. With each slide in and out, I could feel myself unraveling. She was more than I deserved, but the voracious bea
st within shattered through its cage, and I drove relentlessly into her tight cunt over and over.
“Oh, shit,” she whimpered. “I’m going to come!”
“Yes,” I grunted, and she exploded. Her pussy became unbelievably tight before it began to pulse around me. Needing to revel in the feel of it, I held myself within her hot, throbbing core.
Sweat dripped from my brow and ran down my chest.
It wasn’t long before I couldn’t contain myself any longer. Looking down to see the wetness coating every inch of where we were joined, I groaned. I began to move again. Watching my cum-slicked cock slide in and out of her swollen pink flesh was driving me mad.
I released her silky locks and pulled out.
“Lay on the bed.” I needed to see her eyes in front of me when I filled her.
Without protest, she rolled over and moved up the bed. Lids heavy with lust, she reached up to hold the headboard and spread her tanned legs. Fuck, she was perfect.
Once she was settled, I crawled up between those open legs and buried myself in her with a single brutal thrust. My arms tensed, and the muscles strained as I held myself over her. Those perfect tits bounced, and she grunted along with me as I lost myself in her heaven.
Bracing on one hand, I cupped her full breast with the other hand. My thumb and forefinger plucked at her nipple as I leaned down and flicked the other with my tongue.
I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to touch and taste every inch of her. I wanted to drown in her—lose myself within her. With precision, I bit her nipple, not enough to cause damage, but enough that she gasped and dug her nails into me.
Pulling back, I locked my eyes with hers as I made good on my promise to fuck the ever-loving hell out of her. With each movement, I lost a part of my soul to her.
That knowing tingle began at the base of my spine, and I groaned. “I’m going to fill this tight cunt with my cum, and you’re going to come with me,” I told her.
“I can’t,” she breathlessly argued.
“Bullshit. You’re going to squeeze that perfect pussy around my cock to milk every fucking drop from me.” It was a demand I knew she’d follow, because I could already feel her muscles tensing and her snug sheath swelling around my shaft. Her eyes were locked with mine as she took every stroke with a catch of her breath.
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