Smoke

Chapter 13

The shape of her in the dark leaves me restless. The way her breath sputters, quickening after she tries to hold it every few seconds. As if she thinks the slightest movement will trigger me. I take deeper breaths to try and steady my own racing pulse.

With every ounce of the rage and depravity that holds my cells together, I fight the urge to touch her. She smells like trouble. The good fucking kind. All peonies and sweat and tequila mixed with slick arousal.

Even when the most vile things come out of her mouth, I still find her sexy. I dig my fingers into my palms to resist reaching in between her legs just to see how wet she is. But nothing is working. My cock is swollen and throbbing.

She wiggles her hips, burrowing them into my pillow-top mattress. Fucking hell. “Careful. You’re going to get yourself into real trouble, mama,” I whisper in her ear.

She lets out a sigh before rolling onto her back slightly toward me. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

This woman is playing with fire. Why can’t she just go to sleep? I’ve insulted her in every way I know how, and yet she still wants to dance the fucking tango with me. “It’s a warning. Don’t start something you’re too chicken shit to finish.”

She swallows hard and a display of goose pimples spreads across her arms. “I always finish.”

I’m so hard it fucking hurts. I palm my cock but resist the urge to rub one out. Although, that would be a wiser decision than the terrible one I’m about to make. “Oh, yeah? You’re clever, aren’t you? Sharp as a fucking knife… But you don’t seem so fucking smart right now, Cherry.”

Her chest heaves. “Why is that?”

“Because you know how dangerous I am, and yet you still try to provoke me.” I lower my face closer to hers and her breath hitches. “See, you’re shaking. Trembling… Am I making you nervous, mama?”

She shudders but doesn’t relent. “Whatever feeds your ego, Om. Believe what you want. I’m just trying to sleep.”

I gently squeeze her hip. “Liar. Ain’t no one getting any sleep tonight.”

She lets out a nervous laugh. “Oh, you think you know me so well. You think you can read me?”

I slide my hand lower and cup her ass cheek. “I know that you like it when I treat you like a slut.”

“And you like it when I spit on you,” she rasps.

A deep spasm rolls from my abdomen into my fucking balls.

I pull up the hem of the T-shirt I put her in and caress the outside of her thigh.

I breathe into the back of her head, inhaling the scent of her citrusy shampoo.

“Yeah. Maybe I do. You wanna spit in my mouth? Hmm?” I chuckle and slide my hand down to the inside of her thigh. “I bet you’d let me spit in yours.”

She tries to stifle her whimper, but I still make out the tail end of it. “Maybe you should take your own advice. Don’t start something you can’t finish…”

“Yeah, who’s gonna stop me? I know it won’t be you.” I pull her thigh back against me, forcing her to turn over. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Her lids lower, her lashes fluttering as she gazes up at me in the dark. There’s enough light coming from the windows to allow us to look each other in the eyes.

“I thought I disgusted you,” she rasps.

“It would be easier if you did.” I push the T-shirt up past her belly, exposing her pretty little pussy.

“I want to. But then you strut around me with your perfect fucking tits and thick thighs…” I push the shirt up farther, all the way up to her neck.

I let my gaze trail over her body, up and down, drinking in the sight of her.

I take my time looking her over while she trembles.

“And don’t get me started on these nipples. Fuck, mama.”

Her teeth chatter. “You’re not exactly hard on the eyes either.”

I smirk. “Oh, I know. I see the way you’ve been eye-fucking me for days. I see how fucking hungry you are when you look at me.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. Those thick fucking lips… mmm. “Take this off.”

Her breath hitches again as she quickly shimmies out of the T-shirt. She leaves her hands above her head. “Tie me up again.”

Fucking hell. I don’t hesitate. I slip her wrists through the loops of the straps and pull them tight. “You’re in so much fucking trouble now, mama.”

She arches her back and spreads her thighs apart. “Fuck…you’re killing me.”

“You like it when I call you that, don’t you?” I palm her pussy, relishing the way I can feel her pulse throbbing inside it.

She whimpers. “Yeah. Please… Omen. Fuck me.”

I slide my palm up the length of her body until I reach her throat.

I give it a light squeeze. “You’re sexy as hell.

You know that, right? A naughty little thing.

” I can’t hold back much longer. I want to lose myself in her.

I press my lips against hers and shudder when our tongues collide. Fuck, she tastes how she looks.

“Mmm.” I moan into her mouth, kissing her hard and deep. I can’t fucking help myself. I thrust my middle finger inside her pussy. She bucks hard just like the bulls I used to ride back in the day.

“Om. Oh. My. God,” she cries out. “I need your cock inside me. Please.”

You don’t gotta tell me twice. I mount her and slide inside. “Oh, you’re so damn tight. You trying to make me cum in five seconds?” I chuckle.

She wiggles her hips. “Cum as many times as you want. As long as you do it inside me.”

There’s that deep ache again, clawing its way through my belly and my fucking balls.

“Fuck. You keep talking like that and I’m gonna make sure you don’t walk straight for at least a week.

” I grunt and push in as deep as I can go.

Once I’m nestled in good, I rock my hips against hers.

I lift her legs up and force her to lock them behind my waist. Then we move in a rhythm so natural it feels like we’ve done this a hundred times before.

She moans wildly, her voice loud enough to wake the whole fucking neighborhood. She clenches tight around my thick cock, pulsing against every veiny ridge.

“I’m gonna fuck you raw.” I plunge my tongue back in her mouth as I fuck the shit out of her. So hard that the headboard bangs against the wall. “You’re being such a good fucking slut for me,” I growl between kisses.

I pull out and flip her over onto her belly.

There’s enough slack on her now crisscrossed restraints that I can anchor her hips up into doggy style.

“Get on your fucking knees.” I slide back in.

“Mmm. A perfect fucking fit.” I slap her ass cheeks as I drive in hard.

She cries out as her pussy drenches my cock. “That’s it. Scream for me, baby girl.”

“I’m gonna cum. Omen. Fuck.” She claws at the sheets.

“Me too, baby. I’m so fucking close.” As soon as I feel the blood start to rush down my shaft, spasms unfurl like tiny sparks, flickering through me like electric shocks. I’m about to erupt. I reach around and rub her clit. “Cum with me,” I growl. “Right fucking now.”

She jerks back hard, forcing us both upright. She seats herself on me as I lean back on my heels. A quick glance down the length of her glistening body is the push I need to send me over. “That’s it, mama. I’m fucking cumming. Fuck.”

She throws her head back and onto my shoulder. I roll my thumb over her clit, coaxing her into an orgasm while I release a burst of thick hot cum inside her. “Uhhh fuck.” A gurgled cry unleashes from her throat.

I grab the back of her head and shove her forward. I force her all the way back down till her belly is pressed flat against the mattress. And I almost black out. “You’re so fucking good.” Thrust. “That’s it. Cum for me.”

She cries and moans like a wild animal in heat. “Harder, Omen. Fucking break me.”

Sweet fucking… the amount of sweat and cum dripping down our legs is ridiculous. I’ve never fucked a pussy harder. And the way she responds, the way she reacts to how I touch her and fuck her… this is the kind of chick you kill for. The one you bury bodies for.

I collapse onto her back, my legs shaking as my cum still oozes inside her. “You fucked around and found out, Cherry. You have no idea what you unleashed tonight. You got me wanting to bring you breakfast in bed and shit.”

She sighs, satisfied. “Don’t get too sappy on me, Om. You’re kind of fun when you’re angry.”

I press my lips between her shoulder blades, then leave a trail of kisses down her spine.

When I finally sit up, I gather her hair, and wind it around my wrist before gently tugging her head back.

“To think this all started because you thought spitting in my face was a good idea…” I lean over her. “Open your mouth.”

“Oh, fuck.” She whimpers but does as I say.

I gather a thick wad of saliva and release it slowly into her mouth, making sure she can feel it slink to the back of her tongue and down her throat. “Yeah, you love being my slut now. No one gets to do this to you but me. Understood?”

She nods, her mouth still open.

“Good. Now swallow for me, mama. Swallow daddy’s hot fucking spit.”

She moans and grinds her pussy against the mattress. I caress her throat so I can feel it bob as she swallows every drop. “That’s it, beautiful. Cum for me again. Cum with my spit in your belly.”

And she does. I fuck her from behind again.

This time I paint her entire backside with my cum.

I let it ooze between her ass cheeks. I dip my finger in it and smear it inside her puckered hole.

Next time, my cock’s going deep inside there too.

Fuck. This woman makes me want to do the nastiest, filthiest fucking things to her.

She craves every second of it. “Spit on my pussy.”

“Fucking hell, woman.” I slap her ass before I roll her back over.

“Spit on me, Omen.”

I roll my tongue up the length of her first, then unleash a wad so hard and fast it makes her flinch. “You have no idea the things I’m going to fucking do to you.”

Her cheeks flush and it quickly spreads down to her chest turning her skin a shade of red that matches her swollen nipples. “Just don’t ever be nice to me, Om. I don’t deserve it.”

I caress her thighs. I suddenly realize that she’s got more fucking issues than me, Scar, and Hawk put together. That nothing I’ve ever said to her could be meaner than the things she tells herself. “We’re gonna have to fix some shit, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I got you now.”

A tiny flicker of anger sparks in her eyes. “No. Don’t do that. Don’t feel sorry for me.”

I squeeze her chin until she winces. “I don’t. You’re still white fucking trash. You still piss me the fuck off. But you’re mine to treat like trash. My slut to be mean to. But you don’t get to be mean to yourself.”

She smirks up at me. “Are you falling in love with me, Omen?”

“Shhh. Shut the fuck up and get some sleep for real now, Cherry.” I untie her wrists and tuck her into my side. “Me and love… we don’t like each other. Just be my pretty little slut for now, okay?”

She nods against my chest. “Whatever you say, killer.”

I close my eyes but I can still see her face as I drift off to sleep.

I set a cup of coffee and a tub of tattoo ointment down on the table in front of her. “For your hangover and for your wrists.”

Still clad in my T-shirt, she tugs at the hem, clinging to it like a security blanket. “So why all the drama last night?”

I lift an eyebrow at her, puzzled. “For real? I’m the drama? Honey, you drank a fifth of tequila, slapped me, and spit in my face twice. I tied you up so you wouldn’t stab me to death in my sleep.”

She sighs, a knowing look in her eyes. “Fine, but you didn’t have to get me naked.”

I can’t fight the smirk that stretches the corners of my lips. “You’re right. I didn’t have to make you cum three times either. That part was just to piss you off.”

A sweep of rouge crawls up her neck. By the time it reaches her cheeks she’s biting her lip and fidgeting with the lid on the ointment tub. “So does that mean we have a truce?”

I fight back the urge to laugh only so she doesn’t think I’m laughing at her, and grab the tub out of her hands. I twist off the lid without any effort and set it back down. She reaches for it but I swipe it away. I dig out a chunk of the jelly-like substance and grab her wrist.

“Sweetheart, I had my cock inside you for most of the night…” I massage the ointment into her wrist. “I’d say we have a little more than a truce.”

“But you still don’t trust me. You’re still side-eyeing me.” She winces slightly when I rub her other wrist. I must have tied that one up tighter.

I sigh. “I don’t trust anyone. Ask Hawk and Scar. It’s nothing personal. Where I come from… you just always gotta keep your guard up.”

“That must get lonely. I don’t trust very many people either though.

So I get it. But… um… maybe we can both work on that with each other.

” She bites her lip again. This woman is feisty and sassy as hell most of the time, and yet I make her nervous.

And it’s fucking adorable. I hate that I find that attractive, but I do.

Knowing that I’m the man that she gets shy around really fucking turns me on.

I finish massaging her wrists but don’t let go of them. “Yeah, maybe.” Or we’ll fuck each other up for good and ruin everything.