Chapter Twenty-Six
Of all the ways I’d found to stop her mouth, tongue-fucking her seemed to be the fastest and most effective, or at least it was at first. Pretty soon, there was the begging, and the urging, and finally the complaining.
“Dammit, Grease, there. No, THERE.”
I lifted my head, and lifted my eyebrows at her.
“Excuse me? Who’s the one doing all the fucking work here? You wanna shut it and let me get on with it?”
“Chance would be a fine thing,” she hissed at me, trying to drag my face back down to that sweet pussy, that honestly, I was quiet happy to spend the rest of my fucking days in.
“You saying this isn’t doing it for you?” I licked deep inside her, and she shuddered, as a ragged moan left her throat. You know, a really husky, raw-throated fucking moan. So hot.
“Or would you prefer this?” I asked, as I shoved two fingers deep inside her, and started finger-fucking her as I sucked on her clit.
Her initial yelp of surprise quickly devolved into gasping and panting, and finally her hips jerked up at me as her orgasm crested, and she fucking practically pussy-fucked my face.
I gave her one last long lick, and her fingers fell away from my hair as she sagged against the bedding.
“Guessing you like that part,” I said as I lifted my head and looked up the length of her, before focusing on her face.
There was a softness about her post-orgasm, like all that sass and attitude just bled away, leaving behind the person she hid behind all of it.
I was really getting to like that version of her more than I should.
I mean, what the fuck was I doing here, right?
A mafia guy, fucking a cop? A mafia guy, pretending to be a fucking biker, no less.
There was no way this could go that didn’t destroy one of us.
I was starting to really not care if I was the one who got fucked over, but I really didn’t want her to be collateral damage if, when, this all went to hell.
“Grease?”
I’d grown so used to answering to that name now that it really felt like it was mine.
Was I Tesio anymore, or was I simply just Grease now?
How long before the Don took this away from me again?
I was supposed to stay until the patchover, but that celebration all went to crap, but now I was just waiting for that fucking axe to drop again, and when it did?
I’d be out of here. Back home at the fucking compound, nowhere near here, and nowhere near her.
I wasn’t sure which of those facts was kicking my ass right now either.
“Grease, dammit!”
Jesus, way to lose your fucking way in the midst of the one thing I didn’t want to be missing.
“Yeah, little pain. I’m just waiting for you to get your sea legs back, so I can fuck them ragged for you.”
Her breath caught in her throat, and her cheeks reddened a little.
“Do you always have to be so… so…”
“Sexy? Such a wordsmith? So fucking right?”
She rolled her eyes and sat up, reaching for me. If she wanted me right now, I wasn’t fucking going anywhere. Reality could wait outside this house for me, because as long as I could stay put, I fucking would.
“You gonna waste my time about condoms, or just let me in, raw and fucking ready to come all over your insides?”
Her nose scrunched up and she glared at me. “Disgusting. You don’t have condoms again?”
I grinned, moving up to straddle her bare legs. “Wasn’t exactly expecting to get laid last night, but I guess I shoulda been a boy scout and been prepared, huh?”
“Pig. Hang on.” I half thought she was gonna throw me out, but hell, instead she rummaged in the drawer beside the bed, and produced the one thing I really didn’t want to see.
A fucking condom. Why was I so into taking her bare?
I mean, we’d only done it the once, but it felt like heaven, and I wanted that again.
“I’m clean,” I protested, like a complete bastard, because if she insisted, I wasn’t really about to refuse, was I?
“So am I, but what if the implant isn’t completely effective? I don’t think you want a baby, do you?”
Fuck’s sake. I grabbed the little foil packet and tore it open, backing off the bed to strip off and trap my poor dick inside the condom.
“Just saying, I really liked being inside you without one,” I murmured as I climbed back on top of her, and leaned down to kiss her.
“One more word, Grease, and you can wear it home, and go unsatisfied.”
“So sexy when you’re bossing me around, little pain,” I said with a grin, as I dragged my dick back and forth over those wet lips of hers, and then pressed deep inside her.
“You gonna keep sassing me, or shut it while you take this cock, huh?” She opened her mouth to speak and I grinned, pulling back and slamming deep once more. Her words disappeared into a throaty moan, and hell, that’s a sound I want more of from those lips.
“I’m sorry, little pain, I didn’t catch that… wanna try again?” Every time she tried, I rammed my cock in her hard enough to turn her attempt at words into nothing more than an incomprehensible sound of pleasure and, maybe a touch of pain, because those go hand in hand when they’re done right.
What I love about this woman… wait… love?
What I deeply like about this woman is how she fucking surprises me at every opportunity.
Her small fingers suddenly latched around my throat and squeezed, and hell, nobody told me how fucking good that felt when my cock was deeply embedded in a hot wet pussy, but damn.
My cock literally twitched inside her, and I choked on the groan that tried to escape.
“Sorry, Grease, cat got your tongue?” The savage grin on Jamie’s face was just another fucking level of the amazing she hopefully didn’t show any others, because I wanted it all for me. Jesus. Am I getting in too deep here? Do I fucking care?
“That the… best… you got?” I wheezed out as she squeezed tighter. Fuck it, if she kept that up, I was gonna nut before I was done.
“Grease, I mean this in the nicest possible way, but stop being a prick and get me off!”
My laugh was a little ragged, I’m ashamed to say, but fuck me, she just practically nailed me in the balls with that sexy sass.
“Yes… ma’am…” I started fucking her without all the pausing and winding her up, because now we were both on that fucking knife edge, and I wanted her coming before me, or at least with me.
“Harder, Grease.” Fuck me. She’s gonna kill me, and not with the loosening grip on my throat.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I fisted my fingers in her short hair, and pinned her in place to take every deep, savage thrust, and she rose to meet me every fucking time. She liked it hard, and I knew exactly how to give her just that.
Jamie
Ihad no idea who the hell I was channelling in this moment, but a win against Grease, and that mouth of his, was pretty much the icing on the cake.
That orgasm that had been lingering, and ebbing and flowing, every time he wasted valuable time by speaking, was peaking at last, and one more crash of his body against my clit sent me over the edge, pleasuring roaring, rather than rippling through me, as my body tried to embed itself in him.
“Fuckkk…” he rasped, as his hips stuttered and he groaned long and low, and I could feel him twitching inside me. If I hadn’t insisted on condoms, he’d be coating me again, marking me as his. What the fuck? I’m not his. I blame orgasm brain.
Grease slumped over me, bearing most of his weight as he nuzzled my throat, and pressed his lips against my pulse.
“I really like how rough you like it, little pain,” he whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my neck, and a ripple of gooseflesh at his chuckle.
“Can you get off now?” I didn’t know why I was suddenly wanting to push him away, maybe it was the intimacy of this single moment, but I just needed distance. I needed to breathe.
“Already did,” he murmured, lifting up on his arms to stare languidly at me.
“Grease.”
“What’s got you flapping all of a sudden, huh? You got off, I felt it, and you’re welcome.”
Ugh. I shoved at his chest, and he laughed, rolling off of me, and hurriedly gripping the condom as he slid out of me.
“Fucking things. Now I have to go dispose of it.”
I flipped him off, because now he was being the asshole version of himself again, and that version I knew how to handle.
“Suck it up, actually, ugh, I didn’t mean… oh go away.”
He reappeared from the bathroom, smirking at me as he stroked his semi-hard dick absently.
“Whoa, orgasms really make you bitchy. Is it that you didn’t come more than twice? At least I got you off.”
“Maybe you should go now, Grease. I need to go and do damage control on my career yet again.”
He started grabbing his clothes, completely disregarding how I’m pretty much kicking him out, like it was just par for the course.
“Why’d you become a cop anyway? You didn’t want to do something worthwhile instead?” Typical criminal response. Oh my god. Why the hell am I sleeping with a criminal in the first place? Uh… because he’s hot. Nope. Not listening to that inner voice.
“Well, someone like you would think it’s not worthwhile, but then you wouldn’t know how to act lawfully if-”
“Delightful, that’s what you are. You got yours, and now you’re gonna push me away by being a bitch again.
You know what? You’re welcome for rescuing you from a sex attacker, and watching over you while you were pissed out of your head, and now for giving you a fucking good time.
Maybe try staying out of trouble in future, little cop.
That’s what you want, right? Good, clean fun. ”
I grabbed one of his boots, which I’d almost fallen over as I got up, and threw it at him, expecting anger in response, but instead getting that sexy half smirk that made me want to get him naked again.
“So sexy when you’re having a hissy fit.”
“Leave!”
“I’m going, darlin’, just lemme get my pants on, or your neighbours will be getting jealous.”
“OUT!”
After he left, I had to admit to myself that, even in the face of my demands that he get the hell out of my place, he still left with a grin and a wink at me.
Was this what counted as the normal end of a date night for him, or for guys like him?
Was my rejection just expected, and accepted, like he was used to one night stands and nothing more?
It was our second time together and he’d slept in my house, and on my bed like more than a one night thing.
My god, he was screwing with my head, and not because he was being hard work or something.
Literally the opposite. He’d rocked my world twice, he’d shown up when I needed to be saved, he’d looked after me when I was vulnerable, and then he left when I demanded it.
I couldn’t even be angry at him for any of it, so it left me feeling, I don’t know…
I guess a bit deflated, and a little regretful that he left, because I was starting to enjoy having him around.