Fifty-One
W hat was it about chasing her down, even in the small space of our room, that made me want to fucking destroy her, before I curled up with her and soothed her again?
I dragged her to the bed by her hair, not that she struggled all that much. That fucking hair… it was like silk, and smelled of my shampoo, and I wanted to fucking bury my face in it. There were other parts of her that needed my face buried in them though, and I couldn’t wait.
I threw her down on the bed, and she tried to spring back up and escape. Fuck yes!
I wrestled her back down onto the bed, pinning her with my arms and legs.
“No escape for my little vixen now… how are you gonna get free, huh? Your attempts are pathetic, you’re barely moving me. I was gonna go a little easier on you, Lissa… I was gonna get you off first, but now I’m just gonna fuck you hard, because my dick is so ready for you.”
I wasn’t kidding, it was like someone had fucking stuck an iron rod in my pants, and I needed to make good use of it. I wrapped a hand around her throat, and stared her down.
“You stay put while I get our pants down, so I can give you that hard fucking you really need.”
As expected, the second I freed her from my grip, she made a break for it, rolling onto her stomach and trying to crawl away. It was perfect, because she wore a pair of my sweats, and I had the waistband gripped in both hands. As she crawled, we were both undressing her, and then I crushed her flat on the bed, once I had her clothes free of that perfect ass of hers. I rammed two fingers straight into that soaking pussy of hers, squeezing my hand between her thighs, even as she tried to widen her legs for me.
“You pretend you don’t want me, but look at all this, huh? You’re fucking desperate for me.”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and turned her head, so I could force my wet fingers into her mouth, making her suck her own pussy juices from my hand.
“Fuck that’s hot.”
She bit my fingers, and wasn’t that just so much fucking hotter? She forgot to move when I pulled my hands back, so I freed my dick, and grabbed it, easing it between her slick thighs, and squeezing it inside her. The low moan that she uttered as I filled her at last echoed through me, and out of my mouth. I pressed as deep as I could, rolling my hips slightly, and was rewarded with another of those moans.
“I’m so fucking deep inside you right now, my saucy little vixen… can you feel my dick spreading you wide?”
She let out a shuddery moaning kind of sound, and I rolled my hips again.
“God, Ice!” Again her words were breathy, and her fists were curled up, handfuls of the bedding screwed up, as she shuddered again. Then she cleared her throat.
“I mean, stop… get out of me.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. It was hard to stay in character when she kept forgetting to fight me.
I placed both hands on her round ass cheeks, and spread her wide, watching my dick, as I slowly withdrew, and sank back inside her. I would take that ass sometime, but it needed more prep than I had the patience for right now. That said, I sucked my little finger, and rimmed her hole with it, before I slid it inside her.
“No! Stop! Not my ass, Ice, please!” I almost stopped, almost did what she asked, but one word was missing from her protests. Vanilla . So she liked it, that was what she was telling me. I pulled my finger free, and sucked my index finger this time, using that one to tease at her asshole, as I kept my dick wedged deep inside her, occasionally rolling my hips, to keep her squirming.
“No! Get out of my ass! That’s… it’s wrong, Ice! No!” I grinned slowly, twisting my finger one way then the other, before I started fucking her ass with it.
“But your ass wants it, see how it’s sucking it back in?”
This time when I withdrew my finger, she let out a low whine of protest, before she remembered our game and started cursing me instead. I looked at my thumb. Should I? I pulled out of her just enough to ease my thumb through her wetness, and then I thrust deep again, and started rubbing my thumb against her asshole.
“Ow! Ow no no no, don’t, Ice, it hurts, Ow!” Again, no safeword, so I slowly fucked her with my thumb, and then pressed it deep, using my hand to hold her down, so I could start fucking her pussy again. I was done with trying to tease her, and she was clearly done with her lame attempts at fighting me, so I focused on filling her with my dick, over and over, each luxurious slide inside her dragging me closer and closer to coming inside her.
Lissa
I ce let out a low chuckle, as he was fucking me, with that damn thumb of his still deep in my ass. I knew it was his thumb because it was so much thicker than his finger, and it shouldn’t have felt good, but it really did.
“Can’t believe how easily you gave up, little vixen. Guess you’re just loving having both holes filled like a little whore.”
I gasped, realising that I was too busy enjoying everything, and immediately started trying to wriggle free of him, wrenching a sharp gasp from him, as I squeezed down on his dick in the process.
Fingers gripped my hair, and Ice pulled my head up a little, so I was no longer muffling my sounds of pleasure in the bedding.
“Too little too late, Lissa. You didn’t fight, and now I’m gonna come inside you, and maybe next time I’ll be coming in that sweet little tight ass of yours. Wait until you feel my big cock sliding up there. You’re gonna scream, and I still won’t stop.”
Everything combined, his words, and his fingers pulling at my hair, that thumb in my ass, his hard dick filling me brutally, and the way he pinned me to the bed with his body, it all added up to one hell of an orgasm, which hit unexpectedly and actually made me let out embarrassingly whimpery gasps and moans, and possibly even some mention of a deity.
While I waited for the spots to clear from my vision, and my body to stop tingling with aftershocks, Ice let out a sharp yell, and rammed deeper again as he came inside me.
“Fucking hell, woman. You’re gonna kill me, but it’s gonna be worth it.”
I rubbed my sweaty face against the bedding, as Ice lowered more of his weight over me, bracing himself as best he could. The thumb he’d had in my ass had eased out carefully, as he came, and I was still absorbing how that felt, and whether I wanted him to take it further next time.
“You called me a whore.”
Ice kissed the back of my neck.
“Too much? It felt right at the time, but I don’t have to do it again.”
I wriggled beneath him, and was rewarded with a soft groan from my man, as his lips continued to tease their way over my heated skin.
“I liked it.”
A low chuckle rumbled right beside my ear.
“I liked it too. Now, I think we should shower together, and get something to eat. I’m starved.”
Once we were in the shower, Ice carefully checked me over to make sure he hadn’t hurt me, and he insisted on washing me gently, and shampooing my hair for me, which was a pleasure I’d never realised I needed in my life.
“It wasn’t too much?”
I turned to face him, as he finished rinsing my hair.
“It was perfect. You were in full predator mode the second you walked in.”
He grinned at me, turning the water off, and helping me wrap in a big towel.
“I was already feeling territorial after the thing with Has, and then Reacher asked me to see if you’ll talk to him, and I was overloaded with fucking jealousy by the time I got up here. Even though I know he just needs someone to listen, it was another man asking about you. Turns out I’m pretty possessive of what’s mine.”
I smiled as he carefully wrapped a smaller towel around my hair, squeezing it lightly, to remove the excess water.
“I’m okay with possessive, Ice. On you, it’s actually pretty sexy, and of course I’ll talk to Reacher. I know he has a lot on his plate, and I have no other clients to listen to, so why not?”
“Maybe this is where you’re needed, babe. We’re a fucked up bunch of guys, so having a therapist onsite might work out well.”
I shrugged as we headed into the bathroom, my legs still a little shaky now and then.
“I’m happy to help any of your brothers, Ice. Maybe I can open up a small place nearby and see other clients too. If I’m not blacklisted, that is.”
Ice grabbed me before I reached the bed, dragging me around to face him, one hand closing around my throat. It wasn’t a tight grip, but it spoke volumes. He was feeling territorial again, and it sent another thrill through me.
“Just talk to them, Ice. Nothing more, you know that.”
He shuddered. “I know, babe. Thing is, I’m just not secure enough to let my brothers around you when I’m not there… I mean, unless…”
“Unless?”
“Unless you wear my name, babe. You have to be my old lady before I’ll let anyone else near you. They need to know you’re mine, and that I’ll kill anyone who even thinks of touching you.”
“Is this your idea of a proposal, Ice?”
His lips turned up slightly.
“You had something else in mind? I’ll let you talk to Reacher tomorrow, but I want a vote asap, because I want you as mine.”
“Vote?”
He shrugged. “Club life, innit. Everything that changes the dynamic here, or adds to the club, needs a vote. A unanimous vote.”
Hell, I knew a little about that, but I hadn’t considered we’d actually get to this point. What if one of them doesn’t like me? That’s all it would take to stop it from happening. To stop us from happening.