Twenty-Two
TWENTY-TWO
Her hands roam up and down my chest and every opportunity I have, I reach back and stroke her leg.
I knew that fucking game would be a disaster tonight. A beach night never ends innocently. But tonight I prayed that it would. Then Soria had to go and give me that bullshit dare. What’s worse is that I have a feeling Danté put her up to it.
Whatever he was or wasn’t a part of doesn’t matter. What does matter is getting Dagen to a place where I can let my carnal cravings loose. And since my house is more than thirty minutes away, the shop it is.
Neither of us speaks as we ride. The sound of the wind whipping past us as I drive eighty miles an hour, weaving in and out of cars, is the only thing we hear. But when we pull into the garage amongst the cars still being worked on, Dagen tenses.
“I thought we were going back to your house?”
I walk my bike to a stop and drop the kickstand. “Too far. I needed you ten minutes ago.”
I turn off the motor and quickly jump off, pulling Dagen with me. It’s another frantic grab at clothing to free ourselves. T-shirts here, shorts there, shoes wherever, everything is tossed until we both stand naked.
I advance on Dagen, pushing her back until she runs into her silver BMW that is parked conveniently right beside where my bike is. She falls to the hood and surges from the cold. My hand slides into her hair and I rip her head back.
Her lips part, begging to be kissed. “What are you waiting for, Mr. Big Bad Wolf? Aren’t you going to gnash and claw at your scared little mouse?”
“Is that what you want Dagen?” She spreads her legs, wrapping one foot around me and tugging closer to where she wants me.
Her head nods as she bites her lip, and she arches her back offering her tits to me. I dip my head and flick each nipple with my tongue. Her breathy moan is music to my ears. I kiss my way down her body, circling my tongue around her belly button before moving further down. She tries to clamp her legs shut and I lift my head to look at her.
“Open up, Dagen.”
“You don’t have to do that. Let’s just skip it.” She wiggles her fingers, trying to get me to climb my way back up.
“Fuck no. I’ve been dying to bury my face between your thighs and drink from your sweet pussy. There’s no stopping me.”
She stares at me, her chest heaving with apprehension. With our eyes still glued to each other, I descend her body and inhale the delicious scent that floats and drowns my senses. I spread her legs wide with my hands on her thighs, and I slip my tongue between her drenched lips.
My eyes roll when her nectar floods my taste buds. She’s better than I remember. My tongue swipes up and down her seam like a hungry cat lapping up milk. If this was my last meal, I’d happily die right between these creamy thighs.
I move my head side to side, trying to crawl inside of her as deep as I can. My tongue plunges in and out, drawing more from her.
“Fuck me. Fuck me now, Hendrix,” she begs and reluctantly I pull away.
I replace my tongue with my dick and we both moan in pure content. It’s a relief to finally settle into where I belong. Where I’ve belonged all along. I just never knew it.
Dagen’s back sticks to the hood of the car as she tries to anchor herself to something solid to stop from climbing the walls.
“I wonder what daddy would say if he knew I fucked his little girl on the hood of his car,” I grunt, slamming into her. “He doesn’t know his princess is a dirty vamp who likes to get fucked hard by a bad, bad man.”
I pin her down by her throat and feel the way her pulse jumps. She loves the danger I bring into her life. Her new hunger for pleasure and pain will never be satisfied by anyone but me. I’ll make damn sure of it.
She reaches up and grips my face, urging me closer until our mouths mimic the movements of our bodies. Her mewls echo in my cavernous mouth and I swallow them down. She feeds my mind and body and I don’t think the desire will ever fade.
“Oh shit,” she hisses. “Right there. Harder.”
With a growl I lift her legs, pushing them up wide by her ankles. I slam hard, reaching depths I hadn’t before.
“Yes.” Her eyes close and her neck arches, pushing her head harshly against the hood. “I can feel you everywhere.”
“Because you were molded just for me. We fit together like a lock and key.” I tilt closer and whisper, “My name is etched inside of your pussy. It’s mine.”
Her wails ricochet off the vast space. I yearn to have her between my teeth and draw her breast into my mouth. My teeth sink into the tender flesh and her screech pierces my ears. The way her pussy clenches when I do, is all the indication I need to give her more.
I suck brutally hard, practically ripping her nipple right off her tit. And when her nails rip into my scalp, I shoot off like a rocket. Groans and moans and foul words fall from my mouth, and I pump ruthlessly until I’m drained.
Her legs tumble from my grasp and slap the metal beneath us. I rest my forehead against hers and she runs her short nails up and down my spine.
“Do you think it’s possible to know you won’t be able to live without something after just finding it?” she asks.
I push up on my hands and fix my eyes to hers. “Completely.”
It’s a fact I know to be true. Just like I know I’ll be an incomplete man once she’s gone.