Havoc (Storm MC 7)

Her mouth parted slightly, and her tongue swept across her bottom lip before she bit it. When she spoke, her voice was low and huskier than before. My gut tightened with want, the need to get inside her strong. “I bet you’ve got mad skills with that dirty mouth of yours, but I’m not sure about your cock yet. Is it as talented as your mouth?”

I grabbed her hand and guided it to my crotch. Pressing it against the bulge there, I growled, “My dick will worship your pussy in ways you’ve never even imagined, darlin’.”

She ran her hand over me, and moved her face to mine so that our lips were close. “I said you’d have to work for it, but I think I’ve changed my mind. I’m ready to sample this cock of yours, Havoc.”

I resisted the urge to throw her over my shoulder and leave straight away. Instead, I kept my movements and voice controlled. “You sure about that? Once we leave here, I’m not letting you go, so be clear on what you want.”

As she continued to tease my dick, she reached for her bag with her free hand, and said, “I’ve never been more sure of a man. Sexy as sin, dirty mouth and a dick to die for—what else could a girl want?”

Feral desire coursed through me, and I was done. Done waiting and done checking to make sure this was what she wanted. I stood and reached for her hand, gripping her wrist tightly. I led her out of the bar without a word exchanged.

When we made it to my bike, I shoved a helmet at her and waited for her to climb on behind me. She wrapped her hands around my waist and held on tight as we sped off into the night. I was staying at a motel not far from the bar, thank fuck, and

we quickly reached our destination. Pulling up outside my room, I cut the engine and got her inside fast.

I needed to have her under me. Everything about her consumed every one of my senses.

Her eyes communicated her want.

Her voice dripped sex, weaving a spell over my cock.

Her touch shot heat through my body.

I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had gotten to me like this.

Once inside, I kicked the door shut behind us, slid my hand around her waist and pulled her to me. “You’re mine to do what I want with tonight,” I growled in her ear.

One of her hands moved to my ass and the other tangled in my hair, pulling my face down to hers. “So long as you fuck me long and hard, I’ll do whatever you say,” she promised on a soft moan.

Fuck. I dropped my mouth to hers, and claimed her with a savage kiss. There would be nothing gentle about tonight and I fucking hoped she was up for it because I was ready to fuck the ever-loving shit out of her.

She kissed me back—hard, demanding. Urgency drove us forward, forcing our kiss to spiral into a frenzied attack, with lips and tongues pushing for more. Our need was fierce, unrivalled. Our hands began searching and grabbing at clothes. Christ, she has too many fucking clothes on. Without restraint, I began tearing them off. She kicked her shoes off and I stripped her of everything but her panties. When I had her how I wanted, I stood back and admired her body. She was fucking tiny; there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her and not a lot of muscle either. My dick screamed at me to hurry the fuck up and bang her. I eyed those panties and moved my hand in their direction, ready to remove the last barrier between me and her pussy.

Her hand shot out and stopped me. My eyes flicked straight to hers in question. Shaking her head, she chastised me. “Havoc, it’s rude to shoot for heaven when you haven’t even stopped to ask a girl her name.”

I fought the grin forming on my lips. Fuck, she was sexy. I traced her mouth. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

She caught my finger in her hand and held it in place as she sucked it. Her eyes didn't stray from mine. When she was finished with my finger, she let it go and answered, “Carla.”

Carla.

Her name would be burned in my memory forever; how could it not? But this was the last time she had any control over tonight. My hand gripped her neck, and I forced her to understand how the night was going to go down. “Carla, when I fuck a woman, she does what I say. She submits to me, totally. Do we have an understanding?”

She only hesitated for a moment before nodding. Her eyes betrayed her excitement though; she was fucking up for this.

I kept my hand around her neck and drew her closer. “And, I don’t fuckin’ shoot for heaven. I bring it to your goddamn door,” I rasped.

Her lips brushed over mine and she gently bit my lip while her hand stroked my dick through my jeans. “Well, hurry the hell up. I’m way past ready.”

I let her go, and pulled my T-shirt over my head. She undid my belt and removed my jeans and boxers faster than I’d ever seen a woman do it. Her gaze narrowed on my dick before moving over my body, and I slowed my movements to give her the time to take it all in. I liked her eyes on me.

When she finally looked up, she said, “You weren’t joking about your cock, were you?”

“I don’t joke about anything, least of all my cock,” I promised.

“I’m working that out about you.”

It was time to move this along. Taking her hand, I guided it to my dick, and demanded, “Stroke it until I tell you to stop.”