Chapter 27 #2
He inched closer, placing his forehead on mine, and a low rumble from his throat sent a heartbeat back to my pussy. “Oh, we can certainly try a lot of things, Amelia. Two can play this game and I wonder who’s going to break.”
I did the only thing that my brain said “let’s try this way”, and took my free hand palmed his cock, knowing that I was asking for my ass to be spanked.
Oh darn.
He froze under my touch, only to glare at me in warning, “Who did you say would break?” I teased, curling a smirk on my face.
“You have two seconds to find an empty call room before I lay your pretty little ass on this table and have your ass carry my mark.” His devilish side was calling out.
“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” I inquired, giving him a gentle squeeze.
His hips bucked against my hand. “On call room. Now.”
I scrambled to my feet, my pussy leading the way instead of my feet. Shooter wasn’t too far behind, his heavy footsteps trailing mine. I tapped my badge for one of the on-call rooms that barely gets used and since it was the day shift, no one was going to use it.
I found the small lamp on the table, illuminating the small space, but seeing the darkened presence of Shooter looming over me like a little prey.
My hands found the opening of his cut and shoved it off quickly. “You don’t get to sit there and tell not to fucking worry about you as if anything doesn’t matter.” I gripped his shirt and yanked him forward as our lips smashed into each other, fighting for control.
All the pent up energy, all the times throughout the day I was horny as hell was leading up to this. He was hiding something and I was bound to find out one way or another.
His tongue pushed into my mouth, devouring every inch he could.
His fingers found the edge of my scrub top and whipped it off of me.
My nipples brushed against him, leading him to palm my breasts, giving them a soft massage before pinching the sensitive buds between his fingers.
I moaned at his playfulness. I missed this.
I wanted his touch all over me, my body felt like a furnace, burning with need. A need for him to claim me once again.
He pulled away but not before he tangled his fingers in my hair, the slight pain from the grip sent chills down my spine. My hands braced on his chest, as I whimpered for him. “I meant it. There are things you don’t need to worry about.”
“Easy to say. You want me to sit back and just pray that you don’t come back in pieces or better yet pray that you come back alive.” My words felt like a curse, one unspoken for so long.
“Have you thought about the fact that I don’t need you to think about things that’s related to the club to keep you safe and have peace of mind?” he tried to reason.
He tried to distract me, more like cave in as his lips trailed up and down my neck, switching between biting and sucking, trying to leave his mark on me again.
My own hands weaved into his hair, holding him close, never wanting to close the distance.
I needed to release all that was bubbling up inside of me.
“Have you thought about just telling me what’s happening, so I don’t fucking question you?” I asked in fury. This tip toeing across the line and distracting wasn’t working, no matter how much the man sent me in a frenzy.
I reached for his jeans, popping the button off, pulling down the zipper. “I am allowed to question your safety.” I found the edge of his briefs, skimming my fingers along the line. My own temptation took the lead, as my fingers found his hardened cock, the lightest pre-cum building at the tip.
He loosened his hold on me, staggered back to the edge of one of the beds. It squeaked as he shifted his weight, leaned back on his hands, with legs spread open.
“You wanna play this game, peaches, I’m all yours,” he challenged me.
I accepted that challenge. “Everything off. Now,” I commanded.
He grinned, happily obliged. The shiver of anticipation only fired up my confidence.
Two could play the game of seduction until you get what you want.
With Shooter that was a lot. The man could make promises and I'd believed every single of them.
He kicked off his shoes, then carefully slid his jeans down, pushing them off to the side.
His smug face knew that I was watching every movement, craving him even more.
He slowed his movements, still dressed in his long sleeve and his briefs.
His hardened cock was beautifully outlined and begging for attention.
He leaned back on his hands, like he was waiting for his next command or just egging me on.
The peek of his tanned skin between the edge of his shirt and the line of his briefs, showing me his happy trail that I knew would make me happy. I licked my bottom lip.
“I said, off,” I growled, worked up, on edge, desperate for him to be inside me.
Even through his beard I saw the curl of his lips. “Make me.”
“I’m in charge here.” My brows furrowed.
“Really? Because what if I don’t listen? Tell me, Amelia,” he pushed me.
I didn’t tell him.
I showed him.
I shimmed off my bottoms and panties in one swoop, unclasped my bra, showing him everything he wished he could touch, to taste.
I locked onto his darkened eyes, caressed my skin from my nipples down to my stomach, down to my throbbing pussy already wet from thinking of the dirty thoughts in my head.
Shooter growled out, following where my hands were, itching to play. I spread my pussy lips apart, showing him just how wet I was, how much I needed him. I teased my clit, throwing my head back, pretending it was him playing.
“Good boys get to play, and right now,” I said, circling my clit, moaning along with the pleasure, “you’re being very naughty.”
I thought I was brilliant, at the very least cheeky. To Shooter, I was dangling the carrot.
“Amelia,” he growled out. “You’re touching what’s mine.”
“Yours? That means you should earn it.” I kept circling around, building an orgasm, knowing he was watching me and I had an ounce of power over him.
Or least, I thought I did until a strong hand gripped my wrists, pulling me away and pulling me in front of him until I felt the heat of his breath inches away from my pussy.
Not exactly my plan but I’d go along with it.
“No, sir, you weren’t supposed to do that.” I pouted. I was so close to breaking him, or so I thought.
“Did you just tell me no?” he asked.
My cheeks reddened.
“No,” I tried to drag out. But his palm struck my ass, and a lustful moan escaped me.
Oops.
“Do you remember what happens when you try to take this pussy away from me?” he asked, the dominance in his voice made me shiver.
I remembered the one time I did and I promised myself I wouldn’t do that because it became a very long night of edging and almost painful to the point of tapping out. I sucked in my lips between my teeth.
“Oh I know you do, I’m going to let this one pass,” he said, as he hiked up my leg to the bed, exposing me to him. “Now, what was that about who would break first?”
I wanted to call it a tie, but he pulled another whimper from me as he placed a kiss on the inside of my upper thigh, teasingly avoiding the spot I wanted him most.
“Tell me you want this, Amelia,” he growled.
“You know I do. Just fuck me already,” I whined.
He dragged his finger softly around my mound before slipping a thick finger inside. It wasn’t enough, not even enough to take the edge off. “Mm, so fucking wet. My dirty girl. Thinking about me?”
I nodded.
“You want me to taste this beautiful cunt?” he asked, sliding and curling his finger.
“Yes, Shooter. Please.” My voice at the point of breaking.
He leaned forward, lapping all the wetness that was dripping.
The sight of him devouring me like his favorite meal made me flutter inside.
He created the perfect rhythm of his fingers and his tongue, licking me until bringing me to the edge.
I was close and he felt that. He kept stretching me with his fingers.
“That’s my girl, taking everything I give you. ”
My legs started trembling as the pace increased and I had no choice but to hold on to his head, clinging on for life.
His beard gave me more sensation and with a final suck of my clit, my body fell into a well of pleasure, like the sun bursting its light.
I said Shooter’s name over and over again, and the man never let go.
Everything was sensitive but my body wanted more. He slowed his pace, pulling back to show me his glistened face, his beard covered in my release. His tongue swiped over his lips and a “mmm” escaped him. “My favorite. But that was one. I want another one from you.”
In my own haze, I didn’t see him whip off his underwear, as his cock sprung to life.
No toy could compare his size, he was perfect for me even though I felt like I couldn’t take him.
He dragged me toward him, making me straddle him.
He positioned me as I sank down on his cock and both of us groaned.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect.” He moaned as his strong hands palmed my back.
“I want to see all of you,” I said, gripping the fabric of his shirt, he tried to stop me, but I managed to get it off of him.
And my eyes found the one thing he was hiding.
And tears flowed out of me. “Who.. who did this? What… what happened? Shooter,” My own voice breaking from the pain of the sadness in my chest.
His cock twitched inside me, but it was his hands cupping both sides of my chest. “Peaches, I’m okay. Look at me.”
I shook my head, the thought of losing him already was too much.
I wasn’t dumb and acted like I didn’t know what club life would be like, I dealt with patients that were in worse shape. It’s another thing when it comes to someone you… cared about.
“I’m okay. I promise. It’s a ricochet from what happened this morning.” he told me. “I’m here. Wanting to fuck you, to keep you.”
“You can’t hide something like that from me, River.”
“I’ll try not to.” He brought his lips to mine, melting me into his kiss. It was a kiss sealing a promise. “Now, be a good girl and ride this cock, let me fill this pretty pussy like she wants.”
He peppered kisses along my cheek, catching the stray tears.
With every lustful power I had I did what he asked, what I knew my body craved, I rode him like my own personal toy. His groans gave me the encouragement to keep going until I exploded and he came. Shooter spanked my ass a few times, bringing me to the edge of pleasurable pain.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I chanted.
“That’s the point, Amelia. You gonna come like a good girl? Come around this cock that you have been thinking about since you left my bed. You want it to fill you up, paint your insides?”
His words were enough to send me over the edge as I couldn’t hold back any more, my body going limp from the overpowering orgasm.
In one swift movement, with his cock still inside me, he laid me on my back, putting a pillow under me, tilting my hips, hitting the one spot that would make me see stars.
He drove into me, relentlessly chasing his orgasm, keeping me in own haze, and a third orgasm threatening to come to the surface.
He was rough, he was hard. It was his own demons coming to play, claiming every inch of me.
Reminding me that I did belong to him, with him.
He could be soft, but it was the dark side of him that made me want him more.
He took what he wanted and never apologized for it.
And in that call room, he wanted to prove that with his cock pounding into me like an animal claiming his prey.
His one hand shot to my throat, giving it a light squeeze until he was on the verge of coming, his hand wrapped tighter. He chased both our desires, our own release. “Shooter, please.”
“I got you, I got you.” He grunted until I felt his cock spasm and his cum painting my insides, mixing both our releases. He let go of my throat, but looked down as his cock slowly pulled out, but he was still coming. He thrusted back in. I moaned. “Beautiful.”
I think I died and went to sex heaven, my body felt like I was floating on a cloud.
I whined when he pulled out and all I felt was emptiness.
What did that say about me? I felt his finger glide along my opening, playing with his cum; pushing the cum that was dripping back inside of me.
It shouldn’t turn me on, but fuck my body wanted a round two.
He bent over me, the puddle of me he created, and kissed my forehead.
“If I wasn’t alright, I wouldn’t have been able to fuck you.” He sounded so smug and I wanted to be angry at him.
I rose to my elbows. “Why couldn’t you have just told me that you were being shot at?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You think you wouldn’t have reacted the way you just did?”
“A scared woman that her man had a target on his back and he tried to hide it with sex? Sure I would have been completely calm.” I rolled my eyes.
“Sometimes the less you know the better.”
“Sure, and if I were to do that, my ass would be painted every shade of red and tied to the bed.” A thread of guilt was woven. I hadn’t told him yet. Soon, I was going to tell.
“I mean… that could be a regular Tuesday.” He smirked. I shoved his chest, trying to climb off the bed but powerful hands pinned me back to the bed. He nuzzled my neck, and a deep sigh heated my neck. “I’ll try to be better. I just…”
He looked me in the eyes, trying to find the words. “I don’t want to lose you too.”
“Was that an apology?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll try better then. No more hiding, right?” I tried to hide what was internally eating me up.
“No more.” he said, sealing it with a kiss. I promised myself I’d tell him soon, though I felt it would be sooner rather than later.