Chapter 1 #3
I feel lightheaded as my muscles continue the pumping motion even after I’ve drained everything I have. Jesus, is it possible to pass out because of the force the cum shoots out?
After a few moments, when I’m able to function properly again and stand steady on my legs, I walk us over to sofa to sit down.
I’ve got her straddling me and haven’t pulled out to break our connection and remove the condom.
I want this to last for as long as possible.
Sutton still has her head laid on my shoulder.
I’m starting to think she might’ve passed out.
I’ve had a lot of sex over the years, but I’ve never had it like this.
Before it was just a way to release some stress or tension, but not this.
This might’ve started out as that when I came to the bar, but the moment she waltzed through the door, something changed.
This was something else, and I can’t quite wrap my head around it just yet.
I just know that I don’t want it to stop.
“You okay, Angel,” I ask after a few more minutes pass. I’ve been rubbing her naked back, memorizing every inch I can get my fingers on.
“Mmmhmm,” she hums lazily and shifts her body, making her cunt clench around my softening cock.
“Let me clean us up and then I’ll let you rest for a bit,” I tell her as I stand and place her on the desk in the center of the room.
Her eyes are glazed over. I’m not sure if it’s from the orgasms or the alcohol, but it looks good on her. I find some napkins, and after discarding the condom, I start to clean her up. I’ve got her leaned back on her elbows and her legs spread out as I wipe the wetness between her puffy lower lips.
“You look fantastic all open and ready for me to use as I wish,” I comment as I drag a finger around the outer lining of her pussy.
My dick takes notice as he lays against her inner thigh and starts to harden at the sight of her becoming slick again at my touch.
“Think you can take another round, Angel?”
She eyes me then looks down as I thump my growing hard shaft against her clit.
She moans and her head falls back as I bump him more and more on her pulsing nub.
My hand reaches out, trailing up her stomach and the valley of her pert breasts until it reaches her neck.
I collar her throat making her look at me.
“I’ll try to be a little gentler this time,” I voice, but I’m not sure if I can keep that promise with how good she feels when I sheath my dick into her clenching pussy. “This time when I make you come, call me Beckett.”
“What the fuck, dude?” a voice startles me. I reach for my gun inside my cut but only touch my bare skin.
Opening my eyes, I trying to focus them on the asshole who just woke me from the best damn dream of my life. When my sight adjusts, I see Frankie standing by the door, his eyes pointed up at the ceiling.
“What do you want?” I growl.
“The bar closed over an hour ago. You want me to leave you a key to lock up or what?”
“Bar?”
Fuck, I think Stone knocked me in the head harder than I thought.
I raise up on my elbows looking around the room that is definitely not mine. It looks as if a tornado swept through here, and it smells like sex and something floral.
Sutton.
“Think you could put that away?” Frankie nods down at my exposed flesh, interrupting my jumbled thoughts of the night.
I look down to see I’m sprawled out on a sofa naked. My clothes are in heap by the desk. I groan as I sit up, my muscles aching in the most delicious way, except for my throbbing head.
“Where’s Sutton?” I look around the room of any trace of her.
“The hot chick? She bolted a few hours ago,” Frankie says, not waiting for me to dress as he starts to pick up the scattered papers from the floor that flew off the desk when I had Sutton’s perfect body laid out across it. My muscles tense at his description of her.
“A few hours ago?”
Bending down, I shove my hand into the back pocket of my jeans and pull out my phone. It’s four in the morning; we leave for the protection run at six.
“You catch a last name or see her address on her ID?” I ask him after I dress and tie my boots. There’s a stack of unopened water bottles next to the sofa, so I grab one and uncap it, downing it three gulps.
“Didn’t check her,” he says, not paying me any attention.
“Fuck,” I mumble. I’ll have Hawk do a search when we get back from the run. Her name is unique enough that maybe it won’t be hard to find.
“Thanks for the space,” I tell Frankie as I walk out of the office and down the hall towards the front door. I can hear him cussing me and can’t help but chuckle.
It’s pitch black out when I step out into the warm morning. My bike and Frankie’s beater are the only vehicles in the parking lot. My mind wanders to the angel I had the pleasure of servicing this evening. Where did she come from?
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
RIOT
Where you at?
HAVOC
OMW
Swinging a leg over my bike, I start my girl and feel the vibrations settle deep in my soul. Taking off, I head back towards Sweetwater.
It’s time to handle some business.