Scorched

by Jadyn Chase

  She stiffened once. Her enthralling green eyes drilled into my soul, half questioning, half hoping. I didn’t stop to answer. I slipped my hands up her back under her shirt. Her raw skin exploded in my mind and I knew for certain I’d crossed an irreversible line.

  The longer this went on, the farther I went, the more enflamed I became to take all of her. For a mind-blowing moment, her skin captivated my whole attention. My hands seemed to sink into her and merge at the cellular level.

  The next minute, I couldn’t stand the delay. I brought my hands around to her breasts and gripped them in a frenzy. She whined in agony, but she didn’t resist. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on for the ensuing rollercoaster ride.

  I heaved her closer and her sweet box welded to my pelvis. My prick pulsated in torment. I smashed it into her harder than I dared and made her cry out, but that sound only ruptured my brain even further.

  I raked my fingertips all over her—down her stomach, around her back, and into her shorts. She gyrated her hips on my bulge and opened her mouth to receive my tongue. She wanted this. She didn’t try to fight it.

  I tried to get inside her shorts, but I found the waistband too tight. I fumbled at the button and wound up tearing it in my fever to get inside her. Her hot wetness hid from me in there. I had to have it.

  She lifted her hips to let me in and I plunged my hand into her panties. Her choice ass fell into my grasp and my fingers disappeared in a sea of slippery wetness. Holy fuck, she felt so good! I smelled her aroma from here and it drove me out of my mind.

  I pumped my fingers into her depths and she moaned in rapture. She screwed her body down on my hand and her head lolled back. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and the most magical sigh escaped her parted lips.

  She swayed in my arms grinding her box into my crotch. Her sugary nectar gushed into my hand. Fuck, I had to get in there if it as the last thing I ever did. My nuts constricted from the pressure building up inside them. If I didn’t let it out soon, I would erupt.

  I let go of her just long enough to flick my fly open. She moved off enough for me to scoot my pants down and my rigid member jutted out to get a taste of her. She wriggled on my lap without releasing her mouth from mine.

  Those eyes! —those eyes haunted me with their intense searching stare, but she wasn’t seeing me anymore. She floated away into a distant place where only her body responded to my guidance.

  She slipped her shorts down. The next thing I knew, her swollen gash touched my prick and I almost passed out from the Earth-shattering sensation. Her juices covered the tip in golden sparkles.

  Then, as if Destiny itself ordained it, she lowered herself onto me. My forehead sank onto her shoulder and I dove into a black abyss of unfathomable delight. Her fingers massaged my neck and her gasping, panting lips brushed my ear with her high-pitched whining sighs, but that angelic softness, that velvet silk folding around me—I could never get enough of that.

  What was I thinking when I told myself I would only try it once and then let her go? That was preposterous. I would never stop craving this. I would never stop working to get it. I would destroy the whole world to keep it.

  She rocked on my shaft and soaked my tool with her pounding heat. Every pulsing stroke milked the essence from my soul until I couldn’t stand it. I crushed her in my hands, but I couldn’t hold back the torrent rising out of me.

  Her voice spiked higher into the stratosphere. All at once, her mouth broke away. She heaved back and screamed to High Heaven. Her inner muscles clenched in a devastating fist and a monstrous wave of hot juice poured down my shaft.

  She tossed and convulsed in my hands. I clenched every muscle driving into her, but I couldn’t let her go. Her voice cracked from the strain, but she didn’t stop screaming. Her voluptuous box called me to enter it, to split it open, to destroy it with everything I had.

  “Cisco!” she screeched. “Oh, Cisco!”

  I tried to answer her and wound up snarling in primal fury instead. I wanted to cum so bad, but I couldn’t do anything more than keep pounding into her. Nothing else would satisfy me.

  I glided my hands up her back and grabbed a handful of her hair. I yanked her head back and she shrieked again, but she didn’t stop screaming. Everything I did made her plunge onto my shaft harder than ever.

  I pried her back with one hand and forced her down on my cock with the other. Her chest arched in my face. Quick as lightning, I tore back her shirt and ripped up her bra. Now nothing stopped me from lifting her round apple breast into my greedy mouth. I sucked and gnawed her nipples while I drove her into one screaming climax after another.

  I sensed her starting to flag, but I wasn’t done with her. Nothing I could do could make her stop, so I took the reins. I shoved her off my cock and flipped her over. Her floppy body obeyed me without resistance and her bare chest fell over the gas tank.

  I snatched her hips and hauled her back onto my lap. She turned her head to look up at me, but the sight of her face transfigured with lust and passion only fired my blood still further. Never would I have believed she could look like that, that she could let go like that with no reservations.

  I grappled her legs apart and plowed between her beautiful round butt cheeks. My shaft slotted into place with no effort. Her glistening sauce smoothed the way to her deepest anatomy.

  She howled again when I penetrated down to her innermost recesses. She arched her back and raised her ass. That movement gave her spine the most enchanting curve. I took hold of her hips and thrust home.

  She screamed again and again and forced herself back on my strokes. “Cisco! Oh, Cisco, please!”

  “Come on, baby,” I growled. “Come on. You like that? Do you like that?”

  “Oh, yes! Yes, Cisco, oh yes! Please.”

  That voice shattered my mind and I went insane. I grabbed her by the hair and hammered her with everything I had. She jolted back and forth on the gas tank. I plastered her down on it at the same time that I wrenched her back into that enticing undulating curve. Oh, fuck, yes, she was so good!

  She screamed to the skies with every cruel blow. She planted her hands against the unfeeling steel and bathed my bike with her juicy ecstasy.

  9

  Isabel

  A noise I couldn’t identify woke me up. I rolled over in magical softness. Warmth and comfort surrounded my naked body on all sides. I stretched my arms above my head and sighed.

  Dreamy pleasure filled my limbs from head to toe. I couldn’t remember feeling so satisfied and happy. My body radiated blissful heat and unstoppable ecstasy.

  Daylight hit my eyelids and I peeked through them to see the sun coming through the blinds. Just then, a slight movement drew my attention to one side. In half a second, I remembered where I was. Cisco stood at the foot of his bed. I was in his room, in his bed.

  He flipped the bedspread up. Before I could move my leaden arms, he dove under the covers and crawled up between my legs. His hands took hold of my thighs and pried them apart.

  My soul responded to him with a will of its own. I melted in his grasp and collapsed into the pillows. His mouth crept up my leg to my crotch and his hot tongue burrowed into my folds.

  I arched back and moaned in matchless desire. Christ, he made me so inescapably hot! He made me orgasm time and time again. He never stopped. Even when he shot his sticky load into me, he left me more aroused than when we began.

  That first time by the side of the road, he nailed me over his bike. Then he pulled up his pants and drove me back to his house. I went into a trance hugging him from behind. The bike vibrated more orgasmic rapture into me on the ride back. I couldn’t get my brain to think. I could only sail in this mystical tide of bliss while he did what he wanted with me.

  Now here he was eating me out to kingdom come and I could only grip him by the hair and buck against his face in screaming climax all over again. He crushed my legs in both hands and ground his face into my soft tissues.

  All a
t once, his fingers squirmed into my channel and I shrieked even louder. When would it never stop? Would I ever come down from this rare atmosphere of endless enchantment?

  With no warning, he broke away. He rose on his hands and knees and crawled the rest of the way up through the covers to my face. His hair cascaded around me in a black curtain when he kissed me.

  I couldn’t stop. I kept climaxing even after he stopped touching me. I screamed into his mouth and undulated my body to try to touch him, but he remained above me where I couldn’t reach him.

  He kissed me until I settled down. At last, I rolled away and curled into a fragile little ball sheltered under his arms and chest. He eased himself down behind me and took me in his arms. I could stand anything as long as I stayed there.

  I must have drifted off again. I woke up to him kissing my ear. “You don’t have any clothes to wear.”

  I snuggled against him, but he didn’t go hard from my ass prodding his hips. “I don’t need any clothes to wear as long as I’m in bed with you.”

  He nuzzled into my hair from behind. “I want you to stay here for a while until this whole Diego thing blows over, but you’ll need something to wear. You can’t wear the shorts you had on yesterday and your shirt needs the laundry.”

  I opened my eyes and stared at the night table in front of me. I didn’t want to think about the real world outside this room, but I supposed I had to.

  He propped himself up on one elbow. “Come on. I’ll take you to the mall. You need something to wear.”

  He didn’t say why I needed something to wear. He didn’t have to. I needed to meet with his Boss if I did nothing else and I still hadn’t gotten around to calling Mario. For all I knew he already contacted the Boss of Los Diablos about getting me back.

  The minute I ran away, Diego would have told Mario that I crossed the boundary into Los Diablos’ territory. That made the rest a foregone conclusion. If I had called Mario immediately, I might have had a chance to make a dignified exit.

  Cisco got out of bed and put on his pants. He went in and out of the bedroom a few more times and made a couple of trips to the bathroom. When he came back, he laid a pair of his own sweatpants across the bed. “You can wear these to the mall.”

  That clinched it. I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When I got back, I found the bedroom empty. That was just like Cisco. He wouldn’t let himself be tempted into another session.

  I got dressed as well as I could and combed my hair. I found a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, along with a cup of coffee on the kitchen table, but no Cisco in sight. While I ate alone, I heard his bike fire up out in the garage.

  We drove to the mall in silence, but now me putting my arms around him meant so much more. I wanted to hold him close for as long as I could before this all came to a catastrophic, heartbreaking end.

  His abs contracted under his shirt. The lump of his sidearm protruded near one armpit. His vest smelled of old leather and sweat. I tried to imprint all these sensations into my mind so I would never forget.

  When we both got off the bike, he took my hand and led me into the mall. We walked from one store to the next getting everything I needed, but holding his hand only made me sad.

  I didn’t have to worry about anyone from La Muerta or Los Diablos seeing us here, but the inevitable conclusion still weighed me down. This thing between us couldn’t last. What was the point of meeting such a great guy if I couldn’t give him my heart the way I wanted to?

  He made me so happy. He filled my life and my body with unimaginable pleasure. He made me want to laugh at myself and everything else. He even made me want to laugh about Diego—as long as I was far away from him.

  How could a guy as fine as Francisco exist in the world? Just thinking about him hurt because I could never be good enough to deserve him. My past would always haunt me. Christ, it wasn’t even my past. I was still wrapped up in Diego.

  When Diego found out I screwed around with Cisco on the side, he would get a thousand times more vicious. He would turn all of La Muerta against me. Then none of them would feel the least bit sorry when he pounded me to a pulp.

  Cisco paid for everything. He didn’t hold anything back. He even bought me new shoes. We wandered out of the mall to his bike in the parking lot. He put everything in his saddlebags, but when I tried to mount up, he pulled me against his chest and kissed me.

  I wavered there in that pocket of delirium. Everything was okay, just for a little while. I could close my eyes and let the waters of rapture close over my head. I didn’t have to think about the future or wonder if Diego was sneaking up on me.

  When I opened my eyes, I discovered Cisco studying me at close range. “What was that for?”

  He tightened his arms behind my back and drew me between his knees. “Just because.”

  I combed my fingernails through his hair and traced the angular lines of his chiseled jaw. Every part of him seemed like pure gold to me. I touched him with the same reverence and awe as I would touch a priceless jewel.

  He was priceless to me. I didn’t want to let him go. I wanted this moment to just keep on going, without end, but he broke away first. He swiveled onto the bike and covered his eyes with his shades.

  I took my place and let him drive me back to his house. He said he wanted me to stay with him until the Diego situation cooled down, but that could be hours. It could be tomorrow as soon as Mario contacted Cisco’s Jefe and demanded me back. The words, “until the Diego situation cools down” were nothing but a bad joke.

  Cisco rolled into the garage. We unpacked my clothes and I carried them into the bedroom. I cut off the tags and folded them, but there was nowhere to put them. Cisco’s clothes filled the dresser and the closet, and anyway, I wasn’t staying here long. I ended up stacking them on top of the dresser. God, that looked so pathetic! Nothing spelled temporary like clothes stacked on top of the dresser.

  Cisco appeared in the doorway. “Why don’t you put some of them on?”

  My head shot up. “Huh?”

  “Put them on.” He reclined against the doorjamb. “I didn’t buy them all so they could sit over there.”

  I squirmed in my socks. “Are you just going to stand there and watch me change?”

  He scanned me up and down. “I think so. Yes.”

  I blushed and looked around at nothing. I averted my eyes while I shucked off the sweatpants, but just then, my eye fell on the bathroom. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you want to join me for a shower?”

  His features hardened and his smile evaporated. I slunk up to him and took his hand. “Just….one little shower?”

  I inched backward and towed him toward the bathtub. His countenance darkened and he gritted his teeth. “You vixen.”

  I squirmed through the bathroom door with an ache burning me between the legs. I wanted him so bad right now—not right now, but always. I wanted him forever and I couldn’t have him. I didn’t care if that made me a vixen. At least I could enjoy him while I had the chance.

  I let go of his hand and pulled my shirt over my head. I shook out my hair and fixed my smoking eyes on him. He made me so hot.

  He eyed me from above for a minute. Then he struck. He moved so fast I didn’t have time to prepare myself. He rushed and scooped both big hands under my thighs. He lunged into the shower and slammed my back against the wall.

  The next thing I knew, he plowed between my legs. He pulled my thighs on either side of his hips and his thick meat nudged my sensitive tissues. I squealed in surprise, but the sound changed in a fleeting instant to the plaintive cry of extasy.

  He rubbed his growing nob against my clit to drive me to distraction. Heady waves of mind-blowing goodness washed through me on an endless tide of pleasure. I couldn’t stop it.

  I sobbed in relief when he kissed me. His massive body filled my whole world. I was safe. The next minute, the shower spray hit me in the face, and nothing was ever the same again.

  10

  Fr
ancisco

  I jerked awake out of a dead sleep. Isabel mewed in her sleep tucked into my arms, but she didn’t wake up. Her hair fell away to reveal her neck. A tribal patterned tattoo coiled around one shoulder and flowed down her back to curl around her ribs.

  How easy it would be to bite down on that tender, choice morsel of flesh. I could follow that tattoo with my tongue and taste the succulent sweat on her skin. She would writhe in blatant desire and screw her ass back into my prick. She would cry and sigh when I cupped her breasts from behind and burrowed into her delicious slit.

  I knew all that, but I couldn’t bring myself to place my mouth against her skin. My nerves prickled, but not from desire.

  A streetlight shone through the window and lit up the room. Other than that, the city lay sound asleep all around me. Nothing disturbed the night. Isabel’s softness called me to fall back into sleep, too, but I couldn’t.

  I strained my ears. Something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t see or hear anything. I flared my nostrils to sniff, but I detected nothing. A mouse scurried in the basement, but that was all.

  Isabel’s breathing returned to the deep, steady rhythm of slumber. Her body no longer whispered its intoxicating temptation to me. She existed a thousand miles away in some fantasy realm of her own imagination.

  Then I heard it. A faint hiss drifted to my ears through the walls. I stiffened in alarm. At the same instant, Isabel snapped alert in a fraction of a second. She went rigid in my arms.

  “It’s okay,” I whispered in her ear. “It’s all right, but we have to get out of here.”

  “What is it?” she rasped.

  “There’s no time. Get up.”

  I swung backward and set my feet on the floor. I pulled on my pants and tossed Isabel her sweater. When I walked around it to meet her, she was on her feet, dressed and waiting for me.

  I took her hand and eased my head toward the door to listen. I still didn’t hear anything beyond that insidious hissing coming from…. where? I recognized it, but I couldn’t place it.