Chapter Nine
Ivy
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I know you heard the lady say let her go.” That voice.
It’s like liquid gold and sex wrapped up in an angelic whisper that will melt your panties off.
Hell, I’ll take them off just to hear him speak again.
Shaking the wisp of sexual distraction off, I turn around and follow his voice.
I freeze as my gaze settles directly on his chest, and what a magnificent chest it appears judging by the way that shirt, leather vest, and jacket hug him closely.
What is it with everyone here?
Is that all they wear?
Black and leather vests or jackets?
My lips part as I try to say something, but my words stall and never leave my lips as his face comes into view. I take in his full beard and mustache, those alluring dark brown eyes framed by dark, long eyelashes that fill my belly with envy. I wasn’t blessed with lashes and had to wear fake ones more often than not. He’s got a nice jawline hiding behind his mustache and beautiful brown hair styled to perfection.
This man is gorgeous.
I quickly snap my mouth shut at the same time his hand reaches out to mine. Call me a sucker for tattoos, because all the ink on his hands just does something to me.
A low growl makes me whip my head around to see one of those guys speaking to Mr. Coffee. That’s the name I came up with for him because he’s exactly the kind of cream I want in my belly, I mean, coffee.
“This doesn’t concern you, Abel, we’re just having a good time.” Says the douchebag standing in front of me.
“Anything within the walls of this club concerns me, in case you forgot, Buzz.” Mr. Coffee says.
“This is Scavengers’ business, she belongs to us.” Buzz says.
Who in their right mind names their kid Buzz?
I’m getting fucking whiplash switching back and forth to see who’s saying what, and I’ve had enough with men trying to control me. “Hey, fuck face, I belong to me. I never said anything about going home with either of you. Dancing is all we were ever going to be doing.” I yell, pushing him away from me.
“You heard what she said. I suggest you leave before I fucking kill you for putting your filthy hands on this woman.” Abel, that’s his name.
I like Mr. Coffee better.
“Iv, you okay? I’m sorry it took me so long to get here.” Cam says, running up to my side with a look on his face filled with concern.
“You don’t wanna fuck with The Scavengers do you, Abel?” The other guy says. Hearing how his voice turned from seductive to eerie dark in a matter of minutes is a little unnerving.
“Fuck The Scavengers. I could give two fucks what MC you belong to. Are you ready to die here tonight, Hardhead? Because I can make it fucking happen. All you need to do is give me another fucking reason.” Abel matches his energy as a devilish, lopsided grin takes over his face. “Now, what’s it gonna be, fuckers?”
Talk about sobering up fast, but watching Abel go all alpha on them has my panties melting and my pussy throbbing. Smiling at Abel, Cam plants his hand firmly around my wrist, saying, “Excuse us,” and leads us away from them. “I see that look in your eyes, and I’m glad Abel was able to diffuse the situation, but now I’m wondering if he’ll be able to put out that flame that’s waiting to combust behind your baby blues.” Cam whisper shouts. God he knows me so well.
“I’m gonna look like a slut if he asks me to dance or fuck, because I’m gonna say yes to both.” Yeah, so now I’m a slut.
Thanks, Jake, and not from State Farm.
“You’re not tied down yet, so being a slut is perfectly okay.” Cam replies, giving my arm a reassuring squeeze as he tugs us back towards Abel. As soon as we make it back to him I can’t force any words out, because Mr. Coffee currently has my attention with his espresso eyes that seem to have taken on a darker shade.
Smiling, he momentarily looks away from me when Hardhead says, “We’re leaving. Let’s go, Buzz.” But Buzz has his eyes on me.
“This ain’t over. Not by a long shot.” Buzz promises.
“It was over before it started, mother fucker.” I say, moving out of Cam's arms and trying to make my way towards him, but a strong hand pulling me back, stops me dead in my tracks.
“Don’t. Let them leave, I wouldn’t want you to witness a murder because someone doesn’t know they don’t touch what doesn’t belong to them.” This has my ears perking up, because now I need to know. I’m literally two beats away from asking when he says, “Why don’t you and your boyfriend continue enjoying the night. I promise nobody else will bother you.”
Quickly finding my voice, I say, “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.” At the same time Cam says ”Eww, she’s not my girlfriend.”
It’s the ew for me.
“Oaf, what was that for?” Cam asks, clutching his stomach. I didn’t punch him because he said I wasn’t his girlfriend, it’s because he said eww.
Mr. Coffee seems to ignore our witty banter, because his espresso colored eyes are so focused on me, raking over my body, drinking me in, and fucking every inch of me. Normally, I would ask if he had a problem, because he was staring too damn long, but with him… It’s different.
“Well, if he’s not your man, you wanna come hang out with me, Sweet Brown?” Sweet brown? The name doesn’t offend me, it excites me, giving my body a little thrill, a lil razzle for my dazzle. Kinda like the feeling you get from riding roller coasters as a kid.
Since I’m not a kid anymore, I know of a ride that’ll give me more of a thrill than any roller coaster ever could.
Silently looking over at Cam to get either his seal of approval or rejection, he surprises me when he takes on the role of big brother/best friend to make sure I’m safe.
“Go ahead, you’re a free woman.” Cam says in a deep voice I don’t recognize as his own.
My heart swells with pride at the sudden change in him.
“Thank you, Cam.” I laugh.
“What are friends for, girlie?” He whispers.
“I love you.” This time, I throw my arms around his neck and hug him super tight.
“And I love you. But if he fucks around, he will find out that Camden Barlett is not the one to play with. I know people.” He whispers again, making me snort with laughter.
“Camden! Stop it.” Inching back towards Abel, I say, “Yes, I’d love to come hang out with you.” I watch as the grin is replaced by a slow, seductive smile. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and my eyes are glued there.
That little motion has the tingle between my legs humming, demanding to be put out sooner rather than later.
The sound of someone clearing their throat is the only thing that pulls me from under his deep, dark spell. When he speaks, I realize he was the one to clear his throat. Oy vey. “See something you like, Marrone Dolce?” Sweet Brown, Marrone Dolce, I wonder what’ll be next?
“Yes, I actually do.” I say, moving away from Cam and stepping right in Abel’s line of sight, crowding his space. His large hands automatically come to rest on my hips, giving them a firm squeeze. “What are you gonna do about it?” My eyes sparkle, mischief dancing behind them. In the famous words of Beyonce, I’m feelin’ myself.
A whistle passes between those paper thin, yet so kissable lips of his. “I love a woman that’s not afraid to speak her mind and tell me what she wants.”
“I haven’t said what I wanted yet.” I answer, standing on my tippy toes as my tongue comes out and traces his lips, pulling a growl from him.
“Don’t start something you aren’t prepared to finish out here for everyone to see, Marrone Dolce.”
“Who says I don’t like to be watched?”
His eyebrows rise to the sky, words on the cusp of his lips but he doesn't say anything for a second. He only watches me through those hooded lids of his. Several beats pass by before he says, “I don’t share what’s mine.” Those same big, strong hands that were resting on my hips, have now slipped under my ass, picking me up with a squeal. I don’t mean to wrap my legs around his waist, but I do.
Laughing, I say, “I’m not yours.”
“Not yet, give it a few and you’ll see.” Before I have time to react, his head is coming down toward mine, and he’s covering my mouth with his in a rather calm kiss.
I expected it to be one of those kisses that show everybody in the club that he’s just claimed me as his for the night, but it’s not.
It’s a simple and very civilized kiss.
Bummer.
I’ve always heard how guys in clubs like this like it wild, crazy, and rough.
Double bummer… Looks like I was lied to.
His brows crease and he pulls away from me asking, “Why are you frowning?”
Shit. “I’m not frowning.”
“Yes, you are. I can feel your lips turning into an upside down smile.” He says. His espresso flavored eyes search my entire face, smiling when he asks, “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He asks as two of his fingers tap the side of my temple before they drift to the side of my face in a caressing motion.
My dumb ass leans into it, sighing.
I was gonna lie, but his pleading face has me telling my truth. “I’ve always imagined guys that come to bars like this like things a certain way.”
He frowns, asking, “And what way is that?”
“You know,” I say, shifting in his arms, “rough, wild even.” This has him throwing his head back as a belly laugh bubbles to the surface.
“Oh, Marrone Dolce, you have no idea how rough I really like it.” He says, recovering from the giggles as his face turns serious again. “I can show you.” There goes the dark and brooding man I so desperately wanted to see. “All you have to do is say yes and come with me.”
Come with him, huh, I can think of more ways than one that I’d like to come. I smile to myself. Instead of saying that, I go with, “I’ve already met you halfway, haven’t I?”
He simply smiles, showing off his pearly whites, blinding me in this dimly lit spot. “Yes, you sure have. Whaddya say we go have some real fun? I saw the way you moved out there and must’ve adjusted myself a dozen times from how rock hard you had me.” Speaking of rock hard, I can feel him pressing against my core in the sweetest torture known to woman.
“I’m all for fun.”
“Fuck yeah, you’re coming home with me tonight, Marrone Dolce.” He doesn’t give me a chance to object, not that I would, before I feel his hand wrap around the back of my neck and pull my open mouth to his.
Now, this… This is the type of kiss I was looking for, expecting even, and boy do I give into it and let him fuck me mouth with his.
We sound like two animals in heat, groaning and moaning into each other.
And I fucking love it.
He breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine as he takes deep breaths, trying to get some air. “You taste so fucking sweet, that’s why I call you Marrone Dolce.”
Exhaling, squirming against him, I must admit, “I don’t know what that means.”
“It’s not meant for you to know right now, maybe never. Who knows?” He asks, untangling my legs from around his waist, watching me slide down his hard body. Once my feet touch the ground, he grabs my hand, leading me back to the dance floor. “Wait right here, I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” I yell over the music.
He walks over to the DJ, whispers something in his ear right before one of my favorite songs, “In The Club” by Usher, rocks the house. I can’t stop myself when the feeling of the beat takes over, and before I know it, my hips and body are swaying along with the music.
The words tumble freely from my mouth as I give it my all and just… Feel.
My eyes won’t stay open long enough to see who’s watching me because I could care fucking less.
Left to right, round and round I move and groove.
Not having a care in the world until I feel an unquenchable heat behind me. Hands slip around my waist, pulling my ass flush against him.
Back to chest.
Pussy to dick.
Heat to heat.
Leaning into him comes naturally. One of his hands feels its way up my exposed stomach, past my breast, and wraps loosely around my neck. Hand necklaces are one of my most favorite things. Sighing, I grind my hips more into him.
Groaning, he asks, “You like that, Marrone Dolce?”
“Mmm, you feel that I do.” I say, taking myself by surprise. “Tell me, what does that mean?” I ask, having a feeling he knows exactly what I’m referring to.
“You have such beautiful brown skin, and I’m completely obsessed with it.” He whispers into the crook of my neck, scorching my already burning skin with his lips. “I need to get some food in you for the type of night I have planned.” His warm breath fans across my face. Peppermint and whiskey fill my nose, getting me drunk off the smell alone.
This has to be my new favorite scent.
“When you whisper sweet nothings like that in my ear, it makes me want to say fuck the food and fuck me instead.” I can feel the effect my words have on him.
The proof is right there in his jeans, but I don’t know what’s going through his mind. Something tells me he's not a man that likes to wait.
“Marrone Dolce, I want nothing more than to bury my dick so far in your tight, little cunt, you won’t remember your own damn name.” He sounds so sure of himself, but I’m a see it to believe it kinda girl.
Bumping my ass into him, I spin around to see that same look plastered on my own face. He is such a beautiful man, and I can’t believe I get to have him for the night. “Prove it then.” I whisper into the shell of his neck, first kissing, then gently sucking.
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me alongside him. I hear hoops and hollers as we pass a section full of biker guys who yell things as we pass by.
“Bout time, Abel.”
“She’s a cutie, better make sure you give her what she wants or I’ll have to take over.”
“That’s enough, asshole. That’s his lady you’re talking about.” Then I hear a loud smack. “We don’t disrespect ladies like that, Capone.”“Yes, sir, sorry.” I hear him mumble before I’m tossed into the bathroom. It doesn’t look like I imagined it would in a bar. It’s actually pretty nice, clean, and spacious. It doesn’t even smell like a bathroom.
The clicking of the lock catches me off guard, but before I have a chance to protest, his lips are back on mine as he grabs my ass and picks me up.
“God, I never do this here, but I can’t wait.” He mumbles in between kisses. “If this isn’t something you want, you better tell me to stop. It’ll give me blue balls for a week, but I will.” He says, holding his breath and waiting for my answer.
I’ve never had sex in a bathroom.
Never done anything spontaneous or out of character.
Maybe that’s why Jake broke up with me.
I’m too boring.
I’ll show him.
I know what it is that has me like this.
It’s him.
It’s Abel that makes me want to be bad and do bad things with him. Before long, I hear myself say, “I want this, I want you.” That’s all he needed to hear to give himself the green light.
He backs me into a wall, rejoining our lips. Once he’s had enough, he trails them down the length of my neck to my collar, gently nipping and sucking there. “Just as I suspected.” He says, but doesn’t elaborate, just keeps exploring.
Lifting my top, I watch his eyes zoom in on my braless tits right before his mouth begins to water. His head dips as his tongue comes out for a taste. He traces it around one sensitive bud before moving on to the next and it feels Heavenly.
Alternating between gently sucking and roughly biting them, I feel myself on edge. Finally, he releases them with a pop, leaning in to kiss my lips again. His hands find the opening to my skirt. “Looks like I’m gonna have to rip this to get to the center of my tootsie pop.” I can only mindlessly stare at him, feeling myself hanging on by a thread.
Smirking, I say, “Do what must be done. I wouldn’t want to be the one responsible for denying you.”
“Easy fix.” He says, ripping the layer of fabric covering my pussy off with the swipe of his fingers. “Much better.” He growls, slamming his lips back down on mine. Picking me up, I wrap my legs around his waist while he frees himself from his pants.
The moment he springs forward, my eyes are immediately drawn to his dick. What I see there, I’ve never seen before. Only read about it in my porn books I love to read. “You’re pierced?” I croak, completely mesmerized by the metal rods with the balls on the ends, a magic cross, to be exact.
I’ll admit, when I come across a guy that’s pierced in a book, I always google what it looks like in person. But nothing could have prepared me for this. It’s about eight inches long and a nice size in width, but who’s measuring?
He’d be the only person I’ve ever slept with that had a dick piercing because Jake was too lame to get something like that done.
My pussy is throbbing with anxious excitement at the thought of how much fun I’ll have with it.
“Yeah, got this done a few years ago.”
“Wicked. Funny thing is, I’ve always wanted to get my nipples pierced.” I admit, completely enthralled by the idea.
“You should do it, that’ll be so fucking hawt!” His smile is intoxicating, and I’m fucking getting drunk off it.
No matter how fascinated I am by his impressive dick, I almost forget to ask. “Do you have a condom?”
Reaching around to his back pocket for his wallet I’m sure, he lets out a frustrated sigh, “Fuck! I don’t have my wallet.”
Nibbling on my lower lip, sucking it between my teeth, I’m about to do something else extremely out of my character. “I’m on the pill. If you’re clean, I know I’m clean. I’ve only ever been with one other guy.”
“Dove sei stato tutta la mia vita?” He breathes, resting his head on mine once more. It’s such a tender gesture, I find it hard to believe he’s not rougher than he appears. “I’m clean, but I’ll understand if you don’t want to do this. I don’t ever hop into a woman’s pants unless I have protection. Under the circumstances, tonight being the only exception.”
“No, nothing’s gonna stop this from happening.” I whisper, waiting for him to make the next move.
Seconds turn into minutes as he just stares at me. Maybe he’s committing it to memory because he knows after tonight, we’ll never see each other again.
“I promise to make tonight worth your while.” He finally says, like it’s our final goodbye. “I’ve always loved dark chocolate. I’ll have to make sure I get a taste later on tonight, but for now,” he groans, positioning himself at my entrance, “this will have to suffice.” And then he pushes his way inside.
“Oh, my G-”
“Don’t you call God’s name in vain. Call on me. Scream my name.” He grunts, feeding me another inch.
“Abel.” I moan. His name rolls off my tongue in a breathless whisper. “You want me to call out your name yet you don’t know mine.” I say, trying to take my mind off the pain piercing my pussy as he fills me up with each delicious inch.
“I know your name, I just choose to call you by the one I prefer over anything, Marrone Dolce.” He grunts as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Give me a moment.” He strains, forehead creasing like he’s in pain.
“Are you okay?”
“Absolutely. You feel so good that I don’t want to come like I’m back in high school, fucking for the first time.” He chuckles.
“I wouldn’t be upset if you did. It’ll just mean that you’ll have to make it up to me… Later.” I exhale once I feel him slide the last inch in. “Now, move.”
Something tells me I shouldn’t have said that because the smug smile on his face has me a little worried. “You ask and you shall receive.” He murmurs before making me eat my own words. Dipping his hands into my afro, he pulls, exposing one side of my neck while his other hand wraps around it. “What was that you were saying about guys like me liking it rough?”
The question goes unanswered as he slams into me, over and over again until tears stream down my face. “Abel.” His name is the only word I can form and push past my lips at this point. But he doesn’t stop there, my back slams against the wall over and over until I’m forced to wrap my arms around his neck. “I-I’m coming.” I shout, bouncing up and down on his cock, riding out my first orgasm like a pro.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you come.” He groans, setting a rhythm as he pumps in and out of me. “Do it a-fucking-gain.” He growls, making me want to do what he says in fear I’ll get punished.
I’ve never wanted to be punished more than I ever have right now. “I don’t know if I can come again, but if you keep this up, I probably could.”
“We’ll have to fix that. My woman will come as many times as I tell her to. Do you understand?” He grunts, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him.
Why is him speaking to me like this so fucking hot?
And just like that, he’s summoned another orgasm, more powerful than the one before, out of me. “Abel! Abel! Ab-” I yell his name over and over until his lips close over mine, silencing me from making a bigger fool of myself.
Moving us away from the wall, he carries me over to the vanity and lets me down. Cum drips down my leg from my pussy as I stare up into his face.
One of his strong hands reaches out, catching me behind the neck, finding my lips again. Breaking the kiss, his gaze finds mine, smirking when he sees my lust-filled expression. Next thing I know, he’s spinning me around so that I’m facing the mirror.
“Look at that. How pretty you are with your eyeliner and lipstick smeared across your face. Can you imagine how beautiful you’ll look with your lips wrapped around my cock as I fuck your mouth, Marrone Dolce?”
Biting my lower lip, I answer, “I can see it.” Right before my tongue darts out, wetting my lips. “When will you give me a taste?”
“Later, when I have you down on your knees, acting like my perfect little slut, but only in the bedroom. Outside, you’re a fucking lady and anyone that doesn’t treat you with the same respect will answer to me.”
I’m visibly shaking from what this man is saying to me, but in the best fucking way possible.
You can’t just go around claiming somebody you don’t know. No matter what type of feelings they may invoke inside you.
Feelings aren’t real.
And there’s no way after tonight that I plan on seeing him again.
Even though his dick game is a ten out of ten, I would definitely let him hit it again. I won’t fall for someone so fast.
Men are the last thing on my mind… After tonight.
The fabric of my skirt being pushed aside again catches my attention. The hand coming down on my ass, multiple times, gets me out of my head. “When you’re with me, nothing else matters. Get out of your head, bellissima.”
“I can’t help it.” Smack, smack, smack.
“You’d better or there’s more where that came from.” More? I know I can handle it, but I’m already soaking wet all over again for this man. Right on cue, he bends me over, inching my legs open wide enough for him to slip in between from behind. Pushing down on my lower back, he creates an arch. “You look gorgeous, dripping wet, and ready to take my cock again. Don’t take your eyes off yourself in that mirror, I want you to see what you look like getting railed from behind.” I’m squirming now.
Since he’s taller than me, he re-enters me with ease, causing me to let out a sigh. “Ahh, that feels nice.”
“Nice? No, I want it to hurt.” He growls, pulling all the way out before he slams right back in, making me grip the sink for dear life. “Nice is like vanilla dick. Boring and for boys that don’t know how to please their woman.”
I think I might have pissed him off because his movements become more demanding, allowing him to fill me up in a way I never knew I needed.
“Fuck!” This time, I don’t hold back as I push my ass into him, meeting each one of his thrusts with one of my own.
It’s become clear… He’s trying to rearrange my guts.
My eyes begin to cross and slide closed when he pulls out of me. “Didn’t I tell you to watch yourself in the mirror?” I whimper, shaking my head yes. “Then why aren’t you doing what you’re told?” Because clearly I have a problem following directions, sir.
“I don’t know. Please, put it back in.” I beg. Since when do I beg? Since now, apparently. “Please.”
“Since you begged me like the good girl I knew you’d be,” he says, pushing back inside me, “I’ll give you what you want.”
I’m not sure how long or how little it takes for me to completely shatter around him, but I do.
“Abel.”
Pulling me flush against his chest, while I’m still looking at myself in the mirror, I see his face come into view. “I know, Marrone Dolce. Now, it’s my turn.” True Blood happens to be one of my favorite book series which quickly turned into my favorite tv show when it hit HBO. I had no idea vampire speed sex was a real thing… Until now. Minutes later, he’s growling his release, “Fucking tell me you see how beautiful you are. Sexually sated, flustered to the point you’re glowing. Look at yourself and let me hear you say it.”
Glancing from him to myself in the mirror, I squint, trying to see what he does. My afro has lost some of its puffiness due to him tugging on it like it’s the reins from a horse. My dark cheeks shine red. A bright red telling others how much I’ve been blushing. To say I’m so dark and you can still see it says a lot about what transpired here tonight.
He was right, my lipstick and eyeliner is smeared, giving Harley Quinn vibes.
For the second time today, and in a really long time I see how beautiful I really am. Jake didn’t say it as often as I needed to hear it. I always made excuses as to why he wouldn’t, but in the end, he let me know how he really felt. That’s what led me here, to Abel. “I see it, Abel. I see how beautiful I am, and it’s all because of you.”