Chapter Fifteen
I’m not gonna lie, it was fun winding her up, and if I got to fuck her too, I had no complaints about this whole thing.
I mean, look at her. She was so fucking law-abiding, and stuck up, and she had no idea who she was really messing with, but did I want to fuck her?
More than I wanted to piss her off, at least for the moment.
“One word, cop, one word, and you get all this.” I cupped my dick through my jeans, and for the record, tucking it away again had been the toughest thing I’ve ever fucking done.
“Do you have to be such a prick?”
I grinned, nodding slowly at her. “Yeah, it’s kinda my thing. You don’t have to worry about that, though, just say please, and I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll get your head outta your ass for a bit. Don’t you want that? I know I do.”
She was glaring again, but she hadn’t pulled up those cargo pants, and that told me all I wanted to know.
She wanted me, but her inner cop, and probably inner bitch, was having a real problem with asking for what she wanted.
I freed my cock again, stroking him slowly, agonisingly so, just to show her what I had for her.
“And if I say please… you’ll fuck me? Just… just this once, and we never speak of it to anyone?”
Ha. I grinned widely as I stroked the head of my cock, smearing pre-cum back and forth.
“Like I’d want to tell anyone. You’re a fucking cop, and a pain in all our asses.”
“Ugh… I wouldn’t either! You’re… you’re a fucking criminal!”
I stepped closer, jerking my dick a little to show her what she was missing, grinning again when her eyes dropped back down to watch, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
“Yeah, that’s me, babe. All the bad wrong things you shouldn’t want. Don’t you want to get over this fucking desperation, and go back to hating me?”
”I still hate you, but I want you. Please fuck me, you annoying asshole.”
Hells yeah. I reached for that offending underwear, as in, it was in my fucking way, and slid it down over her ass, and down to her knees, then I grabbed her hips and turned her to face the wall, grinning as she arched in my direction.
Her ass was a juicy fucking peach I wanted to sink my teeth, and cock, into, but for now, my aim was to fill that hot wet pussy of hers.
I stepped up close, dragging my cock back and forth between those wet pussy lips, while she gasped raggedly, and then I pressed deep, filling her in one delicious fucking thrust. Jesus.
I had to pause for a moment, because this whole thing had been like one long edging session, and I didn’t want to wuss out, before I rode her harder than I ride my bike.
“Please,” she whimpered, and it was the first thing I’d heard from her mouth that I actually liked and agreed with.
I didn’t pull out like she expected, instead grinding my hips against her, pushing as deep as I fucking could, feeling her responding shudder and groan, before I dragged my cock back almost fully out of her, and rammed deep again.
I wanted another low guttural sound from her, the sound of a woman being thoroughly owned by a cock. My cock.
I wanted all her sounds, all of a sudden, because it wouldn’t be sass and snark, and nastiness. It’d be pleasure. It’d be desperate, uninhibited, and borderline gibberish. The words spoken during fucking were often nonsensical, and straight from the soul, and those were the ones I wanted from her.
“You like this? Feeling the cock of the filthy biker so deep inside you? Bet you never thought you’d go roughing it for a man like me.”
She moaned and pushed back against me, taking each brutal thrust with an enthusiasm I hadn’t expected.
I was bare inside her, and it felt fucking amazing, like I was imprinting myself on her from the inside, and she was doing it right back.
Fuck me, where’s my head? It’s a fuck, not a fucking future.
“More,” she gasped, and I didn’t even argue, tightening my grip on her hips, my fingers biting into her flesh as I pounded into her, low grunts emanating from my chest with each inward thrust. The sound of flesh beating against flesh was so fucking loud it filled the air, and I had no idea how nobody else could hear us, but I didn’t care.
All that mattered was the gorgeous fucking woman taking my cock, and how good it felt to fuck her.
Jamie
He was more brutal than I could have possibly imagined, and it was perfect.
Everything I wanted and needed. I’d have bruises where his fingers were gripping me, and probably on my elbows from the wall, but I didn’t care.
I kept pushing back, taking every thrust as deep inside me as I could.
Some twisted part of me wanted to still feel his impact long after we left this place, and never spoke of it again.
He’d probably turned me away from him because he didn’t want to look me in the eye as he fucked me, or maybe see my face at all, but I didn’t care, at least not right now.
I didn’t necessarily want to see his either.
To see that smug look on his face, as I writhed on his cock, and practically begged him for more, in fact, I think I literally did that.
“You might wanna start rubbing one out if you wanna come. I’m close, and I’m not slowing down.”
Yep, definitely an asshole. I slid my hand down to tease my clit, but it really didn’t need much attention, because the build up to this moment had me primed, and ready for pleasure.
A particularly hard thrust caught me by surprise, and my face grazed the wall, bumping firmly enough that I gasped with shock and pain, but he carried on fucking me savagely, and my orgasm was the next surprise, burning through me like he’d lit a fuse and set me on fire inside.
“Oh fuckkkk, fuck fuck!” I almost lost my balance as pleasure rippled through me, and I had to slam both hands against the wall to hold myself up against the onslaught.
Grease chuckled behind me, pulling me tighter against him, grinding against me, as he filled me with cum.
Ugh, I really shouldn’t have been such a desperate slut that I allowed that.
It was so risky. The way he groaned though, when he came inside me, when his pleasure peaked, and he was suddenly pressed so tightly against me, I couldn’t deny that it sent tingles of aftershocks through me, because I made him come undone like that. Me.
“Jesus, woman…” he gasped out against the back of my neck, “how are you such a great fuck?”
Ugh, suddenly all I wanted was for him to get away from me, and stop touching me, as much as my body was enjoying his proximity.
My brain was starting to come online again, and reminding me that I’d just done something ridiculously stupid.
Not just risking pregnancy, and god knows what STIs he might have, but my job too. Idiot!
Grease suddenly cursed, and pulled away from me, his dick sliding out while I bit back a whine, already missing how he stretched me, and pummelled me inside.
“Well. Uh…”
I turned, and started pulling at my clothes, wincing at the sensation of his cooling cum starting to slide down my inner thighs. Cum. He’d come inside me, this man I couldn’t freaking stand. Great decision making, Jay.
“That was alright, but uh… you should go.” My head shot up, as surprise washed over me like an ice bath.
“Wait, what?”
He fastened his jeans, and tucked his hands in his pockets, looking less smug than I’d ever seen him, but already so distant.
“I’m sure you know the way out, cop, or do I need to escort you off the premises again?”
I finished dressing and stomped in his direction, slamming both palms against his chest, and shoving hard.
“The fuck?” He staggered a few paces, as his hands flew from his pockets, and he caught his balance on one of those damn crates. The whole reason I’d been here. I’d watched crates like these come and go for days. It had to be drugs or something.
“You got a problem, PC Pain? Thought you wanted a bit of rough, I mean, you begged, didn’t you?”
“You’re a fucking asshole!” I shoved past him and started marching away, but something held me back. I didn’t know what it was, so I blurted out the first thing that came to me.
“What was in the crates?”
I turned to see him leaning casually against them, grinning widely.
“Bike parts. See, we’re a motorcycle club, and we restore bikes to sell. It’s how we make money to keep things ticking over. All legitimate like.”
Fuck. I didn’t completely believe him, but I also knew I was walking away with nothing concrete to use against him, or the club, and I was still tingling inside from that thorough fucking he’d just given me.
“Fuck you.”
He followed me all the way back to the gates, chuckling away.
“Already did, and it was very nice. You’re quite bearable when you’re taking my cock.”
“You’re despicable! I got the point loud and clear, don’t worry!”
He reached for the gate, and smirked at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort like a complete asshole.
“Yeah? I mean, I’m usually pretty honest about things, little pain in my ass. Which point are you referring to?”
I stepped through the gates as he dragged them open, and turned to flip both middle fingers at him.
“You didn’t want to look at me, so you turned me away, and fucked me from behind. Don’t worry, I’m not an idiot, and the feeling is completely mutual!”
Grease followed me, instead of closing the gate, reaching out to catch my arm.
“What? Are you shitting me?”
What part of that made no sense to him? He struck me as incredibly intelligent, which was part of why he was so dangerous.
“For the record, I turned you around, because I couldn’t spread your legs with those fucking things sprayed on,” he pointed at my trousers, and I sucked in a breath as I caught up with his logic, “but now I’m getting your point, so thanks for being so clear.
Guess we won’t be seeing you around here again. ”
He stepped back behind the gate, and started dragging it closed.
“You show up here again, and I’m pressing charges.”