Chapter Twenty Four
My chest heaved frantically, something darker than obsidian taking my sight, my insides and outsides trembling so much I didn’t know whether I was alive, awake, dead, dreaming or hallucinating. I’d heard my own yells fill the hotel suite, entirely incapable of stopping the sounds. And now I lay there, Fury’s hands still grasping the toy that vibrated inside of me, unable to move or think or speak enough to get him to take it out.
Fury smiled, still perched over the top of me, stark, bollock naked. His erection stuck out from his body obscenely, the end glistening and wet and ready to go, even though my body was spent and exhausted.
“That was fucking incredible, doll,” his voice grumbled in the silence. The vibrating shaft in me now switched off, and he carefully slid it out, his fingers gently caressing the spot it came from. “Fuck, I’ve never felt anyone so wet in my life.”
Then he pushed those fingers into his mouth, and I stared at him helplessly, unable to form any words, only able to watch as he sucked my juices from them like he was licking an ice lolly.
Fury bent forwards, placing his mouth over mine, the slight tingle of saltiness from his lips as he kissed me. I was still wheeling from what he had done to me, and I didn’t complain as he thrust that tongue into me, swirling and licking and exploring, the pace quickly escalating as he let out a groan, dropping his weight into me and his erection into my leg. Still, I gripped the pillow above my head, his hands stroking over my breasts as his tongue stroked my mouth, and my lips, a familiar burn developing in the pit of my stomach, an ache between my legs.
And then he took his mouth from mine, his lips plucking at the skin of my jaw, nibbling and gently sucking, down my neck, across my collarbone, to the dip right at the base of my throat. His fingers brushed across my chest, stopping just over my nipples, the roughness of those pads catching the very ends, sending my back arching and those pitiful sounds spilling from my mouth. His lips drew down my body, hot breath on my breasts, and then he moved his head closer, his beard scratching at my sensitive skin and the end of my nipples, and I shuddered.
“Fury,” I whispered.
I didn’t know why I said his name. It was all my swollen brain could grasp. Fury’s mouth closed round my nipple, covering it, grazing it with his teeth and then flicking at it with his tongue. And then he sucked on it, rolling his tongue around it, his fingers teasing at the other nipple, my back arching under him, pushing my flesh into his mouth, willing him to bite and suck harder.
My heart raced, thumping against my ribcage, bounding against his face. I pulled my legs out from under him, feeling him sink down against me, the tip of his cock teasing at me, pushing against the material of my knickers that had fallen back in place, the feel of him there driving me insane, making me moan. The assault on my nipples quickened, his teeth clamping down on one. I screamed. He bit the end again then sucked, and I yelled again. My pussy pulsed, like the vibrator was still inside, but I knew I was empty, and I knew I needed him. Needed his cock.
Wriggling under him, I squirmed out of my knickers, edging them down as far as I could get them, sliding one leg out and guiding them down to my ankle with the other. Now we were both naked, the head of his cock touching me. I moved my hips into him, into the erection that was waiting for me. He felt it too, letting out a groan against my boob, where his tongue lapped and licked. The breath rushing across the damp tip of my nipple making me shudder, my hips moving closer.
“Fuck, Heidi. I’m not wearing a condom yet, and if you don’t stop wriggling, I’m gonna be going in without one.”
“Well, hurry up and put one on, then,” I gasped the words out, rubbing myself against him anyway.
“Heidi,” Fury warned, his voice as dark as the eyes that now glared down at me.
Leaning over, he raked around on the floor to the leathers that lay discarded, his weight pinning me into the mattress and his dick hard and warm between my legs. Fury sat back, stroking the condom over the head and down the huge swollen shaft, as I watched hungrily, my stomach jolting impatiently. Then he settled back between my legs, his arms on either side of my head again.
“This time, doll, I get to look you in the eyes while I fuck you.”
I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist, pulling his hips towards my pussy. Fury grunted, dropping one hand between us, lining himself up and pushing forwards just enough that I could feel the head of his cock enter me just a centimetre. Then his hand moved back towards my face, grabbing my chin, controlling where I looked, his dark eyes boring into mine. Watching me, he surged forward, his cock prising me open more than the vibrator had, pushing my flesh aside to make space for him. I tried to stifle the cry, wriggling backwards, trying to stare at the ceiling, but his hand wouldn’t move from my face, pinning my eyes to his.
Fury moved, dragging out and pushing slowly back into me, like he was savouring the moment, or trying to stay in control. I didn’t know which. His long hair fell around his shoulders, bobbing now as his movements became quicker, deeper, filling me. And still he didn’t let go of my face, his stare never leaving mine. I wanted to look away, close my eyes each time he bottomed out, the pubic hair at his groin tickling my clit, rubbing against me. My legs quivered. The bastard was going to make me come again. And there wasn’t a thing I could do to stop him. Or me. I tried to drop my head back, but he held tightly, a grip that would normally have hurt, instead making my head spin.
“You want to shout for me, doll?” he grunted, his breath and words coming in time with the thrusts of his cock. “Go ahead. Let me hear what I do to you.”
Arrogant fuck. I tried to shake my head, and the pressure on my chin intensified. Fury dropped his face to my neck, pulling his tongue along my skin, placing his lips on the place where my pulse bounded, sucking a little.
“Please, Fury. Don’t mark me.”
“Why?”
“Work. I can’t have people seeing that.”
He pumped his hips hard into me, like some sort of punishment, and I let out the most pathetic, cry ever. His other hand rose to my head, grabbing a handful of my hair, yanking my head back with one hand and keeping it still with the other.
“Can’t have people seeing you fucked a dirty biker, huh?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“It was on the tip of your tongue.”
“Fury,” I tried to warn him, but his name came off my tongue like a whimper when his face fell back to my neck and his teeth grazed the spot, his tongue following.
I dropped my legs, thrashing around underneath him, and he let out a long low groan I could feel all the way in my pussy.
“That’s my girl,” he spoke against my neck, to where the heat was now pooling.
He let go of my chin, pushing his hand between us, finding my clit, his thrusts becoming urgent as his teeth went back to my neck. I wriggled again, trying to get his mouth off me. But my movements only took him deeper, his thumb swirling over my clit and suddenly I couldn’t fight him anymore, my body betraying me, my pussy clenching down hard on him and I thrashed around under him, my neck on fire, my pussy on fire, my brain on fire.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled against my neck, three hard pumps of his cock, and then with the fourth he held still, buried to the hilt, our hips aligned, and he slowed, each movement inside me becoming shallower and shallower. “Fuck,” he breathed against my raw neck.
For a moment we lay there, Fury’s hand in my hair, his cock in my pussy, his nose and mouth nestled against my neck.
“Fucking hell, Heidi. That was something else,” he whispered against my skin.
I said nothing, staring at the ceiling, at the reflection of his back in the chandelier’s base that was suspended above us, and seeing for the first time the huge dragon tattoo scrawled across his entire back. From the front there was nothing, but his back was a maze of black ink, and only black. And now I lay there, with a biker’s dick softening inside of me, his marks on my neck and the remnants of the best sex I had ever experienced in my life dulling away bit by bit.
From the floor a phone rang, jolting in the silence, the only other sound than that of just fucked breaths. Fury withdrew from me, his fading erection still pulling at my internal tissues. I let my legs fall to the side, allowing him to escape my thighs, and watching him as he climbed off the bed, pulling off the limp, filled condom. It dangled over his fingers as he scrabbled through the leather jacket with the other hand. The din of whatever rock song he had as his ringtone stopped as he pushed the device to his ear, turning as he stalked to the bathroom, the condom dangling from his fingers, and the monstrous dragon on his back shrinking away.