Chapter 15 Bronx
FIFTEEN
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Her tongue sent fireworks swirling throughout my body.
I pinned her against the door with my body, flipping the lock as our tongues collided.
She tasted like salted caramel—sweet and savory with a hint of spice.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
Her hips rolled into me, coaxing my cock to grow thicker than it already had.
Her hands pushed my leather jacket off my shoulders, and I listened as it fell to the floor in a heaping pile of uselessness.
My hands explored her as I sucked on her lower lip.
The moan that crept up the back of her throat made me growl. Her curves were thick. Accentuated. Her softness poured into the slats of my muscles, filling me up and molding to me. My hands roamed her body, cupping her clothed breasts and feeling her excess pour through the slats of my fingers.
Damn it, I needed more of her.
My hands gripped her ass cheeks and I raised her off the floor.
I carried her to the bed, her legs dangling and her giggles vibrating my mouth.
I grinned against her as I laid her down onto the mattress, her legs just barely hanging off.
She was so short. So thick. Like the most petite Christmas present I could have ever been given.
I kissed down her neck, raking my teeth over her pulse point as her hands fisted my hair.
“Bronx, that’s it. Oh, your lips.”
Her sounds pushed me forward. She spread her legs for me, and I smelled her womanhood wafting around my head.
I fell to my knees and tossed her legs over my shoulders, kissing up her bare thighs.
Her muscles jumped and her legs flexed as my head crept underneath her dress, the dark green swirling with bright colors that grew dark as I approached her pussy.
Those dripping wet lips separated by a thin piece of cotton nonsense.
With her dress over my head and her thighs around my shoulders, I pulled her panties off to the side.
My tongue fell directly between her pussy lips, and I felt her buck against me.
Her hands ripped her dress up, grabbing at my hair as I buried myself between her legs.
My tongue fell against her throbbing clit, her juices pouring against my chin.
I flicked, and I sucked, and I pressed down hard.
I let her use my tongue as I lapped her up from her clit to her pulsing mound.
My hands pinned her hips down. Her thighs wrapped around my face, giving me soft pillows to rest my cheeks against. She shuddered and wiggled around, moaning and whimpering for me as her juices dripped down my neck.
“That’s it. That’s it. Right there. Bronx. Oh, it burns so good. Oh, yes. Yes. Harder. Harder. Harder. Bronx!”
Her back arched, pressing her hips further into my face.
But I didn’t stop. I traced her throbbing clit with my tongue, making her cry out and push my face away.
I fisted her hips and pulled her closer.
I found her hands as they fell away from my hair and threaded our fingers together.
I tugged on her arms, listening as she told me no yet begged me for more.
Her back arched deeper as I pulled her closer to me, trapping her against my lips.
“Bronx, I can’t. It’s too much. You’re too—I just—oh, fucking. Yes. Right there. Right there. Bronx. Bronx, oh. Yes, please. Yes, please. Yes, please!”
I growled against her pussy as I flattened my tongue over her clit.
I let her ride my face, bucking ravenously against my tongue.
Oh, she was greedy. Her body was greedy once she let go.
And now, it was my turn to be greedy. I stood up and gripped her cotton panties with both of my hands.
I ripped them apart, pulling them away from her body as she collapsed against the mattress.
I tossed the pathetic scraps of fabric off to the side before I ripped my belt from my jeans.
I shoved my pants and boxers down my body, feeling my cock weeping to be inside her.
Dripping small threads of precum as she lay there panting, red in the face and whimpering for me to come closer.
I gripped her thick hips and wrapped her trembling legs around me.
Her eyes slowly opened, taking me in as my cock fell between her pussy lips.
I thrusted slowly, coating myself in her juices.
In the fluids that glistened on my neck as I licked them from my lips.
Her hands fisted the sheets as a sheen of sweat appeared on her body.
I grinned down at her as I grabbed my cock, lining it up with her entrance.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Fill me up, please,” she whispered.
I slammed myself into her and set a torrid pace. I didn’t give her a second to breathe or adjust, and her legs clung to me as my hands gripped her hips. I pulled her to the edge of the bed as she wailed out, my name being broken down into nothing but syllables.
Her hot pussy wrapped around me, making room for my thickened girth.
She dripped over my balls, wetter than any woman I’d ever had.
She had uncaged the animal within me, and I wouldn’t let up.
She wiggled around to adjust as her chest flushed with pleasure and her lips cried out for more.
Her tits jumped as I pounded into her. Her juices sprayed against my pelvis as her heels dug into the small of my back.
Her pussy fluttered around me, causing me to bare my teeth and growl at her as her back arched yet again.
“That’s it. Come on this cock, Freya. Do it. I dare you.”
“Oh, shit. Oh, yeah Bronx. Fuck. You feel—so—”
My toes curled in my boots and my hips stuttered. Her pussy clamped down onto me and not once did it let up. It massaged my girth, stroking against my bulging veins. And with her juices dripping down the insides of my thighs, I was a goner. I smelled her. I tasted her. And now? I had her.
“Shit, Freya. That’s it. Holy fuck,” I growled.
My cock exploded with her, painting her walls as she gasped for air.
My legs caved from underneath me, and I collapsed against her, her curves catching me.
She wrapped her arms around me and held me close.
She gasped for air as her heart raced against mine.
Threads of cum poured from the tip of my dick, marking her before I filled her up so much that it dripped out from her body.
We shook together as we caught our breath, the smells of our ravenous desire filling the corners of her hotel room.
“Oh, Bronx,” she whispered.
I found the strength to scoop her into my arms as I pulled out from between her legs. I turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed as I pulled her into my naked lap. She curled into me, tucking her head just below my chin. And as I closed my eyes, I relished the moment.
I cradled her body close, protecting her from unforeseen forces.
“I’m glad you came back,” Freya whispered.
I smiled. “I’m glad I did too.”
“Are you staying? Or…?”
I kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry about earlier.
“Don’t be. I just… don’t know what to expect after something like this.”
I furrowed my brow. “You don’t?”
She lifted her head, and I gazed down into her wondrous color-changing eyes. A dark blue, like the raging sea just before a storm.
“Never had a one-night stand before,” she said, giggling.
I grinned. “I had a conversation with the club.”
“Oh?”
I nodded. “I need you to understand that I believe your story. I believe you’re in town to do nothing but find another piece of your life.”
She sighed. “But they don’t believe me.”
“They’re wary of the situation, given some of the things the club’s been dealing with lately.”
“So, you were talking to the guys of your club.”
“Wasn’t that obvious?” I asked.
“It wasn’t specified, but I assumed.”
I nodded. “I’m going to keep working with them. But in the meantime, I feel like I should tell you what they decided to do.”
“What are they doing?”
“They decided to contact the Celtic Riders to figure out some things we’re trying to piece together.”
Her face fell, and she immediately scrambled away from my lap. Her face fell with horror before it ignited with anger.
“You what?” she asked.
“Freya, you have to understand—”
“You called my fucking father? Like I’m ten years old and I’ve run away from home!?”
“No, it’s not even like—”
“Pull your damn pants up, Bronx,” she hissed.
I stood and stuffed myself back into my clothes, trying to move as quickly as possible.
“Freya, there is so much in play right now. And I can’t talk about it with you,” I said.
“I know! I know! You biker assholes are all the same! Even though it pertains to my life, you somehow can’t tell me because of allegiance or protecting me or some bullshit. This is my life, Bronx. And you had no right to go contacting my father because I swooped into your fucking territory.”
“That isn’t why we did it.”
“Then, why did you do it? Huh? Tell me why you did it!”
Except, I couldn’t. And she knew that.
Freya snickered. “Get out.”
“Freya, please.”
“Get the hell out of my hotel room.”
“Freya—”
“My father is going to lose his shit when he finds out I’m entangled with some other crew. That I’ve disturbed the peace somehow so much that another crew is reaching out to him. Are you guys insane!?”
But, before I could answer, her phone started vibrating on the bedside table.
She snickered as she reached for it, her eyes widening. She turned her phone around to me just as the call stopped, but I saw enough to see it was her father calling. The thing that got me, though, was the eight other missed calls.
Oh, shit.
“Get out,” Freya commanded.
“I’m sorry. I’m going to keep trying,” I said.
“Get the fuck out and don’t you ever come back. As far as I’m concerned, you didn’t meet me and I didn’t meet you. Got it?”
“Freya—”
“You and your bullshit crew have done enough, Bronx! Now, get the hell out of my hotel room!”
And as she continued ignoring the phone calls from her father, I gathered my things and left with her scent on my lips, her womanhood on my cock, and her angry eyes in my mind’s eye.
I should have stopped them.
It was the first, and only, time I had ever had any thoughts of bucking against the decisions of The Lost Boys. But in this moment, I felt like we had gotten it very wrong. Collateral damage never suited us. And yet, we seemed to be collecting it like lint rollers lately.
“Shit,” I murmured as I made my way toward the elevator.
And I could have sworn I heard Freya crying off in the distance.