Chapter 3 #2
“Whatever,” I said, pushing off the bar, taking the bottle over to a booth and sliding in. The darkness of the clubhouse was comforting and yet, my heart was hammering in my chest. Dempsey made his way over to me. His cock was semi-hard, inviting me to look at it.
Why did I love looking at his cock so much? I’d always had a love-hate relationship with them and yet with his…I wanted to blow him. I wanted his cock to live inside me, for him to keep it there while we slept, even if we woke up with cramps in the morning.
“Shae, please let me explain, please.”
“Fine,” I spat. “Explain why you left me after you told me you loved me.”
The pain registered on his face and I could only see a glimmer of it through the light coming in from the windows, but it was there.
“I do love you Shae, and I know you don’t want to hear that but it's because of my love for you that I left.”
“You were in danger for what you did for us.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you take me with you?” I asked him, feeling the hurt clog in my chest and make it hard to breathe. “I would have gone with you.”
“I know, baby,” he said, leaning against the booth. “But I couldn’t risk the life of the only woman I wanted to love. You have to understand that, Shae. If things were reversed, would you have done the same thing?”
“No,” I said too quickly.
“Yes, you would have and you know it.”
“Dempsey, I would have taken you with me,” I said, pushing up from the booth seat and pushing him backward.
He stumbled but righted himself before he fell.
“Because with me, you were safer than without me. I would have had your back, Demps, I would have given you everything, and I would have waged a holy war for you.”
When I made a move to shove him again, he grabbed my hands and hauled me up against his hard chest. Our breaths mingled as I looked up into his eyes, and I felt the emotions rising up. His muscles rippled under where my hands rested.
“And I would never have put you in the way of harm, Shae. I’m not like every other guy you’ve been with, I will protect you with everything in my being.
You are the only reason I want to fight instead of letting them kill me.
I want to fight so I can come home to you because, baby, you are my fucking home, my life force, my fucking everything. ”
The breath in my chest caught and I felt like I was drowning. Yet I was here, breathing in his arms as he told me the very thing I’d always wanted to hear.
I felt the same way. He was my everything, and yet he’d made the decision that I wasn’t strong enough to fight for him. I hated that. I hated that he made that call without even talking to me.
This wasn’t going to end well for us. It was too intense.
I pushed him away, but he grabbed my wrist and wheeled me back, his mouth crashing down onto mine.
My arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled myself up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me to the closest wall and slammed me against it.
The air left my lungs for a brief moment from the impact before his mouth was back on mine, his hands moving under my top, his fingers locating my taut nipple and tweaking it.
I groaned into his mouth as my hands ran over his shoulders, scratching a path across.
He hissed as he pushed against me, his erection hard and pushing under my shirt.
He gripped my belt buckle and yanked at it, pulling the strap from my jeans and throwing it behind him.
He undid my fly quickly. The mere speed he was going told me he needed this as much as I did.
I dropped my legs down and let him free me from my jeans before he hauled me back up against the wall, his mouth claiming mine.
Teeth scraping, tongues and lips being bitten, and yet we didn’t stop.
We couldn’t. It was as if our brains were no longer in control and we needed this as much as we needed air to breathe.
Dempsey’s fingers moved between us, his fingertips grazing against my clit and I screamed into his mouth.
I hadn’t made myself cum in weeks now, and I was incredibly oversensitive.
His cock prodded at my wet entrance, begging to be let inside, but I knew him.
He wouldn’t dare push into me unless I’d cum first.
He’d always been that way. No matter how red and painful his cock looked, he was always wanting me to be a screaming mess before he shoved into me.
“You’re so wet for me,” he growled against my lips.
“Demps, fuck me, please,” I groaned as I tried to push him into me with my hips. He moved his cock away with a chuckle.
“Patience, Shae. You know I’m going to fuck every bad thought out of you but right now, I need you to come and scream for me. Come around my fingers and coat my hand in you.”
Fuck I loved it when he spoke dirty to me.
It did something feral inside of me, and I couldn’t get enough.
My pussy weeped for him as his finger rubbed circles around my clit.
My hips bucked of their own free will as my pussy throbbed.
I held onto his shoulders as his fingers masterfully slid into me and brought forth a powerful climax that had me seeing stars.
“Good girl,” he whispered into my ear, his teeth grazing over my earlobe. “That’s it, make a mess of my hand.”
“Fuck, Dempsey,” I moaned as I rode out the waves of my orgasm over his fingers.
When the orgasm settled, I barely had time to register the movement before Dempsey pushed his cock into my core and almost sent me over into round two.
When he bottomed out in me, he let out a sharp breath, as if he were willing himself not to explode.
“Fuck I missed this tight pussy,” he groaned into my ear.
His mouth was on my neck as he slowly withdrew his cock and slammed it back into me.
I groaned as my head hit the wall from the force of it, but I needed it hard.
I loved it when he did this, how he could completely quell my aching body with his cock and his fingers.
His mouth worked wonders on my erogenous zone behind my ear as his cock stretched my pussy wide before he picked up his pace, fucking me hard against the wall of the clubhouse.
I never wanted this to end. I never wanted this to be over.
Couldn’t it be this way forever?
But I knew the second he was done, I’d go back to hating him for what he did to me, no matter how much I wanted him in my bed, my heart. He gave up on us.
A tear fell down my cheek, and I had no idea if it was from the thoughts of this being the last time or if it was from the pure joy I was experiencing.
I chose to believe it was the latter, and I held on tight as he fucked into me as hard as he could, uttering dirty little nothings in my ear that had my pussy pulsating over his cock.
“Fuck, Shae, yes,” he cried out. “Strangle my fucking cock, yes.”
My pussy erupted around him as I screamed out my orgasm, clutching onto his shoulders as my hips moved around wildly, his thick cock creating a sensation inside of me that was hard to tame. His fingers dug into my hips as he slammed his cock home.
Soon, I felt him come and come hard inside of me.
For a few moments, he held me there, our foreheads against each other as we tried to catch our breath. Our fucking sessions had always taken everything out of us.
Slowly, Dempsey put me down on my feet and helped to steady me. I leant down to grab my jeans, and he helped me so I didn’t fall.
“Go and get clothes on, Demps.”
“Okay,” he said and he headed down the hallway to the room I’d found him in.
Fuck.
I was going to let him pull me back in, and then he was going to leave me again. Not this time.
I moved out of the clubhouse before he had a chance to get back and talk to me. I knew he was going to let me down easy, or say something that would make me want to slam my blade through his eye.
I was too emotional for this shit right now. Running to my bike, I jumped on and rode out of the compound, tears falling from my eyes.
Fuck you, Dempsey O’Leary.