by V. Theia
“I... eh... yeah, yeah I do” he stumbled his words, eyes bugged out behind the rimmed specs looking up at Lawless who smiled internally for the fear the boy was showing. Good little bonehead, fear me. “It’s 9:30 pm. Her dad already told me.”
“Foster dad.” Angela huffed. She was still having problems with those folks, Lawless was keeping an eye on it. The girl was a stubborn brat and didn’t like being told what to do, if she got her head out of her ass she’d see those folks taking care of her were some of the better foster people in the system. If they hadn’t been, well…. They wouldn’t exist anymore. But he’d checked them out thoroughly, boring as hell, they followed the rules, and treated Angela as well as she’d allow.
Lawless knew the bad kind. It’s why he kept an eye on her. Or so he told himself.
He didn’t dig into the reasons.
“That’s right, Joshua Muller. So you make sure she’s home on or better still, before 9:30, you hearing me?”
“Do you have to say his name in full like that, you sound psychotic.” wheezed Angela, her eyes as wild and furious as he’d seen them.
“Are you like her cousin or something?”
Angela blushed to the tips of her ears and for the flash of a second Lawless blinked watching her eyes and felt a gut punch before he filed it away to deal with bonehead here with his stupid hair.
He’d done some digging, not much since he’d been all fired up hearing this dating news, the kid was a math geek and a chess geek. Didn’t mean he didn’t have horny fucking hands though.
Angela hadn’t told him about this date, and he’d spoken to her only recently over skype when she’d needed help with a physics paper, plus she’d wanted to see the new batch of kittens recently born to a stray nearby.
It bugged him. And it fucking bothered him that it bugged him.
“Or something.” his voice darker, more threatening. “9:30,” he repeated, “and keep your dirty little mitts to yourself, you hearing me?”
“Oh-my-god!” Angela yelped loud enough to draw attention from several passers-by. “You’re unbelievable! And he’s standing right there, we all hear you! Thanks! I’ll just die now.” She wheezed; arms folded over her chest.
She could fucking bratty back-chat all she wanted, she could thank him later when she got home unmolested.
Kids were so fucking ungrateful.
His belly was on fire and he had the urge to hurt someone and not to make his Johnson hard either.
The boy turned a chalk white. “Y-yes, sir. Of course. We’re just gonna catch a movie.”
Good. That was good. He almost told the boy to sit with a spare seat in between them but held it on his tongue.
With that done, he pinned Angela was a stare, turned on his feet and strode away, not a second later he heard feet slapping, coming after him.
The hellion was going to be mad, well tough shit for her, someone had to look out for her wellbeing.
It doesn’t have to be you, that voice said. Oh, fuck you.
“Don’t start giving me lip, Angel. He’s alive isn’t he? Horny twerp is lucky I left him breathing.”
Turning to face her wrath, he didn’t expect her to fling her arms around his waist pressing herself into his body as tight as she could.
For a second he thought about pushing seventeen-year-old Angela away. She fit his body so differently than before, she’d grown into her long bones. She’d once flung herself at him in very different circumstances, choosing Lawless as the one person to protect her, seeking safety and comfort from him on a night she’d likely never forget, he’d thought the kid crazy even then. Now though, instead of panicking, he wrapped one arm around her back and palmed the back of her head with the other hand, his Adam’s apple bobbing with his reflexive swallowing.
Deliberately dropping his mind into white noise.
He nearly didn’t hear her “I always love you best, grumpy.”
A stab to his heart. His intestines began bleeding out.
He let the hug last only three seconds before drawing back from her warmth to see her smiling, all her previous pissed off mood had disappeared, his eyes skidded away.
With his voice-box suddenly like sandpaper, he bent his bald head and dug around inside his pocket and brought out what bills he had in there, he counted and handed over fifty-five dollars, pushing the money into her hand. “Go and have fun, Angel.”
Long after he’d rode away, leaving Angela behind to go on her date with the geeky math punk, he could still feel her ink black strands of hair in his fingers, could still smell her soft perfume she’d used that day.
He wanted her to be okay.
To not have a fucked up beginning like him or any of the other boys of his club.
She was a damn kid who’d nearly been sold into the sex trafficking world that was rife in the states. If not for Lawless and the boys raiding and murdering through the Raging Rebel’s club that night, she would have been in a crate sent to god knows where, to do god knows what with filthy animals who didn’t get consent to do the things they craved.
Not like Lawless.
Somewhere along those blurred lines he’d felt responsible for her.
She was attached to Zara, even to the club and the boys, choosing to spend her most recent birthday there.
He had a date of sorts of his own set for that night up at the cabin, the first one in a while. A naughty androgynous fish who’d almost pleaded with Lawless to give them a night to remember. Pain and pleasure was a usual party for Lawless.
But he already knew he’d cancel to sit at the clubhouse and watch his app and the little arrow that indicated where Angela’s phone was located.
He’d make sure she got home, he told himself and didn’t delve no further than that.
He itched for the boy to step out of line and to take her home a minute past curfew.
Forget about having pleasure with a bad fish, Lawless was in the mood to draw blood.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“Best night of her life so far.” – Paige
Paige jolted like she’d been electrocuted with nine million volts, only so much more pleasurable, she moaned with her head craned back on the soft pillows beneath her and tiny pants escaping through her lips.
“Easy, Paige. Just giving you a little pet first. Is that alright?”
“God,” she puffed out a spell of air on a little giggle against his cheek. Was he seriously asking permission to touch her after spending the last four hours seducing her with just his eyes alone? Not to mention all the bread he’d ordered just for her. She could have spread herself on the table right there.
But in all those hours, Reaper hadn’t kissed her once. He’d held her hand into the restaurant, into the movie, along the candy market they’d found. He’d helped her on and off the motorcycle, told her how tight to hold him around his waist. Yet not one kiss, even though she saw him watching her mouth more than once.
So, by the time he’d escorted her to the front door, his breath hot on the nape of her neck as she struggled to work the key in the door, she was a bundle of jumbled … horny nerves. Only when they were inside her dark apartment did he make a move, kissing her so hot, so deep, she forgot all her email passwords.
Now he wanted permission to touch her? He could have thrown her down on the ground multiple times over the last hours, years and months and fondled her all over and Paige would never have uttered one single protest. “Please, yes, that is so alright.”
He chuckled low and dirty.
The same hand that had made her quake, rolled up her inner thigh. “That’s good. Open your legs a little more. Let me see just how creamy you made this thin strip of material.” His knuckle inching its way past the pastel pink underwear was almost her undoing when he knocked up against her clit and then soothed the hard bud with a circle.
His tenderness was unexpected. As hard as he’d kissed her in the doorway, dry humping her into the wall and then helping to peel the skinny jeans down her legs a
nd dispense with her shirt and bra, she could have bet the bank he was about to fuck her freaking hard.
Paige had been so ready.
The hand he stroked between her legs was soft, and explorative. Almost like he was playing her body in the same way a pianist would a brand-new baby grand.
She moaned, writhing her hips, and he soon discovered just how damp her thin cotton panties were. She was scorched inside and out from his little investigative touches.
“Ah, beautiful girl.” He murmured against her lips.
She was famished for Reaper, her lips opened wider to accept his tongue. Indiscernible pleasure chased her like a demon.
By the time he pushed all those delicious, thick inches inside her to the hilt there was no world left around them. It was just Paige, Reaper and his perfect ...pushing…cock. Her pussy stretched, and the pleasure was so piercing it reached the back of her jaw, the tips of her hair, the soles of her feet. No part of her was left out of the soul crushing bliss with his first shove.
A low scream leapt off her tongue, he gripped her carefully, but not gently and she moaned at how good that grip was.
Her heart rate tripped into an irregular rhythm and her breaths were choppy at best as she tried to hold onto that feeling of floating and dying at the same time as she felt the pleasure building, building and soaring to heights even astronauts hadn’t ventured yet.
He pulled out then slammed in deeper. She screamed again.
“Ah, fuck, your pussy is ecstasy,” he groaned pumping harder, tremors rocked, the frenzy of bliss building, building, building.
His beautiful cock strained the walls of her core and she could swear she felt her bones shifting to accommodate him.
So full of him, she lifted against the way he pinned her wrists to the bed.
Tugging. Tugging. And the more she did, the harder he pinned her. She was seeing in sounds and shapes bouncing behind her eyelids.
All at once, when she was so near to splintering into a million pieces, with his hot breath brushing against her cheek, Reaper reared his head to pierce her with a look and he slowed his pace. From deep and fast, to slow and agonizingly tender.
Paige whimpered.
Reaper grunted on her cheek after each push.
It felt amazing.
Like the best thing in the world and then triple that and add fifty-five gazillion. It was so good she wondered if she was embarrassing herself with all the noise she was making.
“Let me hear you,” he encouraged.
I guess not, she thought. And moaned again. Louder this time, fingers clutched in his hair, holding his head steady to watch when he started to fuck her harder again, only to slow once she reached the point of no return.
“You’re killing me,” she whined, and he gave her one of those devastating, heart-stopping smiles. “Do you need to come, Paige?” He was all over her. A mouth on her boob, his eyes everywhere, his body covered and owned.
She bobbed her head wildly, biting her corner lip.
Demanding strokes let Paige know he held her pleasure right there to detonate at will and it drove her wild with desire.
“Say it,” he demanded huskily. “Tell me what you want.”
“Make me come,” she didn’t hesitate. His eyes dilated to two black disks. “Fuck me, Reaper, I want you to feel me constantly on your dick.”
She had no idea where the dirty words came from but boy, did he take direction well. If she hadn’t been pinned underneath him she would have been propelled into a different room.
He was violently fast and god almighty when she came it was the biggest orgasm she’d ever had. He didn’t even have to touch her clit to get her there. Just those deep shoves that hit the soft center of her.
Reaper followed with a gorgeous groan, clutching her tightly.
“Oh, fuck. You feel so good. Hot and tight and wet. Paige. So perfect, I wanna stay inside you.”
Bliss had a smell and it was Reaper’s neck she buried her nose into.
Perfect had a feel and it was Reaper’s heavy body pressing her into the bed.
“I do you right, baby? You feel good?” The trail of his lips up the side of her throat felt hot and addictive. She curled into that touch, holding onto his waist while she came back into her body.
“Best… oh god, the best sex I’ve ever had, Reaper. And seeing as how I don’t remember if there were any other times, makes this all the more bestest.”
“The more bestest, huh?” Sexy lips curled at the edges.
She bobbed her head, drowsy, slightly tipsy, bones heavy. Even her tongue wouldn’t work properly. “You sexed me so good I can’t brain.”
“Fuck, you’re adorable.”
And he was perfect.
“We’ve made a fucking mess of your bed. Stay right there,” he told her hopping off.
“Couldn’t move even if my apartment burst into flames.”
He paused in the bathroom doorway and looked back at her spread eagled, trying to regain her composure.
He looked magnificent.
Naked and long with muscles in the right places and a smattering of chest hair that led down to his trimmed groin and soft but yet still thick cock.
He was utterly magnificent.
“I’d piggyback you out,” he told her, causing her heart to trip over itself.
“Really?”
“Really.” Then he disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. Climbing onto the bed she watched his movements.
He propped an elbow up by her head and she turned her face his way.
“Open up, baby.”
She thought for a second he meant her mouth and she slaked her lips ready for the kissing of a lifetime. But when he laughed and nudged the cloth against her thigh she turned red and did as he asked.
She got the kiss too, his mouth dropped on hers as he cleaned her. Slow and with tongues.
“Beautiful girl, aren’t you, baby?”
“Reaper… please.”
He growled and dove into a hotter, deeper kiss. Before she could crawl on top of him something soft and warm touched between her legs. He was nudging her with a fluffy towel. “Open again, baby. Don’t want your skin to get sore.”
Oh, god, this man.
He patted her dry, Reaper’s eyes darkened watching her mouth. She wriggled and bumped against his hand and he rubbed her harder.
Though the towel was thick and fluffy, and his fingers had no chance of digging through to touch her entrance she would swear she could feel them all the same and she began making little mewling, needy sounds as a fresh orgasm began to creep and them fizz through her body. She pleaded with him again, bit his shoulder as she curled her body into his much larger one and just like that, Reaper brought her to orgasm just by rubbing her sex with a towel.
When she came down and opened her eyes he was smiling. “Yeah, beautiful girl when she comes hard for me.”
He all but threw himself against the headboard, spreading his legs wide. It was then Paige noticed his arousal. Big as a tank speared up towards his navel and wet at the tip before he covered it with a condom.
“Climb on, baby. Time to ride me.”
Oh, shit! She’d come so much that her pleasure-gorged body was both excited and tapping out, but it didn’t stop her from scrambling up to her knees or throwing a leg cautiously over his thighs.
Reaper did the rest by using her waist to drag her all the way to his hips, she bumped into that big thing, swallowed her whimper.
Suddenly all her knowledge of sex flew out of the window and she blinked nervously down at him. “Just take it in, baby. Your body will do the rest.”
She lined him up, loving the feel of the wide tip, more so when she saw how much he enjoyed her putting him in place.
For a first-time rider … that she could remember …she settled onto his lap like her legs were made to straddle him. It opened her up, made her feel a little vulnerable, but her body was buzzing to ride him.
She loved
the coating of pleasure in his eyes when she pulled him through her new wetness.
“Paige..” he warned.
“I need time, you’re too big.”
He loved hearing that because he smirked and settled his head back against the soft padded headboard with his eyelids doing that sexy lowered thing all men do. Just watching her situating herself on his lap until she began the descent. Down and down until she’d barely put half of his inches inside her. She felt too full, but she knew she’d already taken all of him so why was this position so difficult?
She slowly moved and it felt fantastic just having half of him stretching her, but when she began to bounce harder her body seemed to refuse him entry, she reached over his head to hold the headboard and tried pushing down.
Reaper groaned and reared forward to put as much of her boob in his mouth. The sucking went directly between her legs, gushing more wetness. His hands on her ass helped her movement.
“I want all of you,” she complained, breathing heavy. Slamming her hips harder. Frustration stung her nose. Her eyes clashed with his as he cupped her face and kissed her lips gently.
“Shh, baby. Even just an inch sunk inside you is ecstasy. Keep on moving.”
Unable to get where she want to be, she snapped her hips in a loose circle and groaned her frustration because it felt so good, but she needed more, and that’s when Reaper moved and tipped her onto her back.
She squeaked, balancing her feet on the bedspread. With her hips arched up he was immediately able to slide deeper and she sighed with pleasure. Eyes closing. Reaper held under her thighs, pressing her legs towards her ears. “Is this what a beautiful girl needed? To feel me right down to the bottom?”
“God. Yes.” body shaking, she felt so full of him she moaned and lifted into the thrust he gave.
“You drive me fucking wild, Paige. Tell me to fuck you hard.” All the air whooshed out of her lungs and she pinged her eyes open and nearly lost the power of life when he shoved forward and impaled her. “Tell me, Paige.”
Knowing she was the source of his ecstasy was the most insane adrenalin high she’d ever felt.
