Chapter 2 My Insolent Mouth #2
He emanated warmth, and he was still looking down at me, holding me in place by my shoulders. His strange eyes flashed with anger.
“You smacked into me.” Gravelly, rough voice. Sexy as fuck.
“You’re a fucking bulldozer,” I cried. It hadn’t been his fault—I knew that. But his eyes unnerved me.
He scoffed. “I apologize for walking by.”
He let go of me, but for some stupid reason, I stood there and stared at him. His clear scent did things to me. Desire, yes, but alongside it…a rush of inexplicable excitement. His amber eyes narrowed, pinned on me with laser-sharp focus, and he sniffed again.
Leaning closer, he skimmed his hand along my collarbones, a featherlight touch that had me shivering. The next second, he fisted the middle belt on my harness, tugging me closer. He looked furious.
Fuck.
“How about, in lieu of an apology, I shove my fingers up your ass?”
Fucking fuck.
I forgot where I was going and why. Another gulp of his scent, and I was wet already. So wet.
“Do you consent?” he asked.
With my face tilted up and mouth open, I strained toward the magically smelling stranger like a baby bird about to be fed.
“Do you?” he repeated.
I tried to nod. “Yeah.”
Keeping a firm hold on my harness, he licked into my mouth.
Aah. Please…
He was an expert kisser, perfect pressure, deep enough to tease, dominant yet somehow tender.
His taste had me moaning—chili, fire, and smoke—had he been drinking whiskey?
My legs moved as if he had them on strings.
He pushed me into a corner, shoved his thigh between mine, and pressed his immense body against me.
The kiss turned filthy. Biting, licking, sucking… He devoured me.
When he pulled back, I was panting.
“What’s that scent, hm?” he spat. “Some engineered perfume you little sirens now use to drive a man insane?”
I didn’t bother responding. Besides, it was he who smelled and tasted strange. Drugging. I just looked at him, mouth open, waiting for more. He kissed me again, ruthlessly and deliciously. The sound of the zipper on the back of my shorts didn’t even startle me.
I wanted it.
He rubbed through my crease with rough fingers, smearing slick around my hole, and I humped his leg shamelessly, sucking on his tongue like I longed to suck on his fingers.
His dick. How long had it been since I’d last had a hefty alpha cock in my mouth?
Way too long. The erection I felt pressing against me was in proportion to his impressive build, and I wanted to see it. Hold it.
Would it fit inside me?
As soon as I thought of it, my hole fluttered, and the ache bloomed, severe and unforgiving. The man’s touch sent me into a state of such need I was in pain.
He groaned as I felt fresh slick seep from my ass. Breaking the kiss, he put his wet finger into his mouth and growled. I’d never heard a man make such a sound.
“Bulldozer, you say. Yeah, I could squish you like a bug. But you like it, don’t you?”
Not waiting for an answer, he drove two fingers into me and began pumping. Fast and hard, muffling my cries with his tongue deep in my mouth, like he was on a mission to make me come right then and there.
I was at his mercy, and it felt amazing. The alpha’s callous and insistent touch made my hole sing with joy. I couldn’t keep up with the kiss, and he leaned back, just glaring at me like he hated me even as he was doing his best to get me off.
He thrust his fingers into me with force, and I let him see it all.
I moaned and licked my lips, twitched and panted, until the pleasure got too much, and I closed my eyes, my head lolling backward.
Let him see. Let him marvel at how beautiful I am when I’m getting fucked. The damned mask was in the way.
“Not so mouthy now, are you?” No, sir. He was big, angry, and demanding. The stupid slut in me wanted him to get mad as hell and then fucking ruin me with his dick. “Give it to me, c’mon, clench.”
I obeyed, tightening my inner muscles, and he hummed appreciatively. “Well trained. Do you have a slutty ass, omega?”
He had no idea. I nodded vigorously, and he chuckled.
“Thought so. Clench again. Work for it.”
Grunting, I squeezed his fingers as tight as I could.
“Obedient. You deserve a reward.”
With that, he worked a third finger into me, stretching me out like he wanted to crawl inside my guts. Groaning, I bore down to take him in deeper, and the fullness sent a rush of exhilaration through me.
“Yeah. You like that. Big, horny hole.”
Then he fluttered his fingers, and I cried out from the delicious assault. He was hitting all the right spots.
“You think you’re something special, pretty boy?”
I shook my head. It was like he could read my mind, guessing all my kinks within seconds of meeting me.
“What are you, then?”
I whimpered. He pushed, almost lifting me up impaled on his fingers. My legs shook.
“What are you?”
“Mmm… I’m a slut. Just a hole.”
He resumed the fucking motion, making me groan from deep in my stomach. “Yes, that’s right. Look at you. So wet. You’re a wanton slut. A big hungry hole.”
Oh yeah. I was a filthy whore about to come on a stranger’s fingers in a crowded sex club. In my element. The true me.
“I’m fucked-up and depraved. Nothing…but a piece of meat. Need you to fill my whore hole. Fuck it. Fuck it hard.” My mumbles were slurred, but he must have heard.
He laughed, the sound dark and delicious. “Whore hole? Oh, you’re precious. I’ll fuck you hard, don’t worry. Use you like the trash you are.”
He could throw slurs at me and ridicule me all night. Slap me, spit on me, jerk off on me. I’d almost forgotten how sweet the relief felt. I’d missed this so much. I welcomed the shame and embraced it, grinding on the man’s hand with abandon.
“Come, you big sloppy hole. Show me.”
His command squeezed my balls. His scent intensified, wrapping me up and seeping into me, reaching deep inside me just like his thick fingers. My shorts filled with cum, my hole pulsating, nipples throbbing. I keened.
“That’s it.” His voice was close now, right in my ear. “You like being my fuckhole, hm? You’re clenching like crazy. Suck on my fingers, bitch. Suck them with your ass.”
His demeaning words only prolonged my orgasm. I shook, pushing down, craving the feel of his fingers as deep as possible. He held me up, or I’d have collapsed to the floor.
When I stopped convulsing, my guts buzzing with aftershocks, I peeled my eyes open and looked up at him.
The arrogant smirk combined with the sizzling desire in his eyes made me want to kneel for him and have him call me appalling names while I choked on his dick.
Wanting to please him, I tightened my inner muscles one last time.
I gasped, his fingers digging into the now oversensitive tissue in my ass. He hummed with approval.
“Your little shorts must be a mess.”
I nodded, incapable of speech.
Slowly, torturously slowly, he withdrew his fingers, staring at my face with hypnotizing intensity.
My stretched rim twitched, making me whimper.
The man’s strange eyes glowed with open fire.
Did he wear tinted contacts? Fabio did. I didn’t like the reminder.
But then the stranger brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his chest rumbling with those animalistic growls, and I happily forgot about the past.
“What are you into?” he rasped. “Aside from dirty talk and shaming.”
Whatever you want to do to me.
Dazed, I searched my brain for words. Any words.
“Your limits. I want to fuck you, but as you said, there are rules.”
I blinked. C’mon, you stupid slut. You want cock?
Speak. “I like my nipples sucked and bitten. Spanking and rimming. Hard deep fucking. You’ll hold me by the harness and do me on my knees from behind, and you’ll last long.
” And he was great at the dirty talk, wasn’t he?
“You’ll swear at me, threaten me, and call me names while you fuck me.
I want to be fucking railed and treated like a thing.
No bondage, no bruises, no piss or shit, and no blood.
You’ll make me come first, then you’ll cream my ass.
Immediately after that, you’ll leave me alone.
” The words piled up, coming from some long-forgotten dark closet in my brain this man had unlocked.
No bondage. I did have enough sense to say that, at least, even though he might have hypnotized me.
“Sounds good,” he replied, smirking. He still looked angry, but it only turned me on more.
He grabbed me by the harness between my shoulder blades and led me to the grand staircase.
We passed others—some pausing to kiss and grope on their way up, some on their way down on unsteady feet.
My companion strode fast and purposefully, and his fist in the middle of my back felt like a branding iron.
My shorts were still unzipped at the back, my wet ass cheeks exposed.
My cum seeped into the flimsy jockstrap I wore under the shorts, and I felt dirty.
Deliciously dirty. The alpha was probably another aggressive, controlling fucker I should stay away from.
Who cared? The club rules would keep me safe while he fucked my brains out. I couldn’t wait.
He ran his fingers along my crease as we walked down a hallway. At the very end of the corridor, he paused in front of a double door. After swiping a card through the lock, he pushed the door open.
A private suite.
So he was some kind of a VIP here.
“Can I offer you a drink?”
Was he suddenly going to be nice? I didn’t want that.
I wanted the ruthless jerk who’d call me a bitch while plowing me like a machine.
The longer I waited, the bigger the chance I’d chicken out.
And I needed the promised hard ride so much I could have wept.
The pull to provoke him, to make him flip out and anger-fuck me, was irresistible.
“I can get a drink from anyone downstairs. Take your dick out.”