Havoc (Storm MC 7)

Her filthy glare was the only answer I received, but she stopped talking.

I started the car and asked her, “What’s your address?”

She frowned. “I’m not telling you my address until after you screw me. You made promises and I need you to make good on them.”

I let my gaze dip to take in her skirt and top, and then I looked back at her face. She was a sexy woman, but in her drunken state with her pout and her demands for sex, she was off the fucking charts hot. In that moment, if she were next to a woman with the tits and curves I would have preferred, I would still have chosen Carla. There was an indescribable something to her that was making me act in ways I never did with a woman.

“Darlin’, I’m making good on those promises. On the way to your house. So give me the goddamn address and then rest your mouth for what I have planned for it.”

She sucked in a breath, and then her address tumbled out before she finally shut the hell up. We drove in silence until I pulled off the road and into a park. I found a dark, secluded spot and cut the engine. Turning to her, I wrapped my hand around her neck, and pulled her face to mine. My eyes bore into hers, and for a moment, we just stared at each other as the electricity hummed between us. Her breathing grew shallow, almost to a pant. Mine did too. I wanted this woman, and fought the desire to take her hard and fast. Because what I really wanted was to drag the pleasure out; let the anticipation build until her pussy was so wet that my dick would fucking drown in it.

Eventually, her voice cut through the silence. “Havoc, I don’t think I can wait any longer,” she said, her voice pleading with me, silently promising me a hell of a fuck. Women who were in touch with their sexual side like Carla was didn’t come along very often. A lot of women had hang ups a mile fucking long that got in the way of good sex. I’d found one that didn’t.

Ah, fuck. I wanted to take my time but she wasn’t going to let me. As much as I wanted to control this, she had me. By the fucking balls. When her lips met mine in a kiss, and her tongue forced its way into my mouth, I knew for sure this wasn’t going to go down the way I wanted. This was going to be hard and fast after all.

She moved onto my lap in what seemed like one swift movement. Her size and agility allowed her to do this. In the next minute, she clawed at my jeans, undoing them and then lifted her top over her head. Her hands then gripped onto my jaw and pulled my mouth back to hers for another searing kiss. Hot fucking damn, she was wild. I moved my hands under her skirt and slid my hand into her panties. Her wetness welcomed me, and I slid two fingers inside her, working her towards what she wanted.

As my fingers worked harder, she ground herself against me, and threw her head back, moaning my name. I dipped my mouth to her neck and sucked it while moving my free hand to her bra. Pushing it to the side, I covered one of her tits with my hand and rolled her nipple between my fingers.

“Oh, my God, Havoc… Fuck… Shit…. Fuuuck!”

I reached my hand up to her face and pulled it back to mine. Her eyes were shut but she opened them and found my gaze. “As much as I want to fuck you slowly, it’s not gonna happen tonight. I will make you come though, one way or another.”

She smiled lazily, and murmured, “Havoc, a woman doesn’t need your cock in her to come; your fingers and your mouth are enough to get me off. Hell, just looking at your sexy ass and listening to your dirty mouth is enough to get me close and I’d even be happy to finish the job myself if I were treated to those.”

I pulled her hair gently, and growled, “How long does it take you to get yourself off, baby?”

Her eyes danced at that question, and she whispered, “I can blow my own damn mind in five minutes, Havoc, but I bet with your help it could be done in two.”

Fuck me.

My cock was more than ready to get this done. “No need, darlin’, I’m gonna take care of you tonight, but I’m thinking I’d like to see those fingers of yours blowing your mind another time.”

She reached into my jeans and grabbed hold of my dick. Licking her lips, she asked, “You got a condom this time?”

I nodded and searched in my wallet. Handing it to her, I indicated for her to take care of it, which she did while I pulled her panties down. Once we were ready to go, I slid my hands around her ass and pulled her into position. We held eye contact as she sunk her pussy down over my dick. The moment she’d taken me all the way, she let out a long breath, and whispered, “Holy fuck, you’re huge. Feels so good.” And then she took charge, and for once, I found myself enjoying a woman being in control. She slid up and down my dick, picking her pace up as she went. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to orgasm, but she brought me to it faster than any woman before. As I felt it hit, I gripped onto her hips and groaned out, “Fuck!”

Her fingers dug into my arms as she held onto me while I came, and a moment later she came too. Watching her in the throes of an orgasm was a beautiful sight, one I could watch over and over. Her head lolled back and she bit her lip as she rode the wave. When she’d wrung it for all it was worth, she dropped her head forward and grinned. Bending her face to mine, she whispered, “No man has ever made me come as fast or as good as you. You’ve got talents, baby.”

I liked to give credit where it was due. “The same can be said for you, darlin’.”

Her grin spread further across her face. I liked that I’d put that there, and then wondered where the fuck that thought had come from. Making women happy was not on my agenda anymore. The only thing I wanted to make women do was fuck me. I couldn't care less what they did after that.

I smacked her ass. “Time to get you home,” I muttered, pushing her to let her know the night had ended. The thing I liked about Carla the most was that she didn’t seem to have any problems understanding that what happened between us wasn’t and wouldn’t be anything more than sex. When I’d fucked her two weeks

ago, she’d been more than happy to leave the next morning without asking for my number or a follow up. She happily crawled off my lap and waited to be dropped home. When I pulled up outside her house, she grabbed her bag, gave me one last drunken smile and exited the car without another word. I watched her walk inside, and decided she could well be the perfect lay.

5

Carla

As I weaved through the afternoon traffic, I let my mind drift to thoughts of last night. I’d ended up drunk after having a run-in with my boss about being late to work. He refused to listen to my explanation about being stuck in traffic and involved in a car accident, and sent me home after three hours. That meant I’d missed out on five hours of pay so I’d hit the club to dance my aggression out. Men kept buying drinks for me, so a few hours later I was drunk, and that was when I’d had the bright idea to call Havoc. I’d wanted to set him straight about my driving skills. That was what I’d told myself anyway. Truth be told, the man fascinated me. I had so many questions for him, ones I knew he’d never answer. Like, why did he have blood splatter on his T-shirt when I’d hit his car, and how did he get the nickname, Havoc? He was far from the kind of man I usually went for, but he was also the man who turned me on more than any other I’d come across.

I was torn about him. I wanted to have sex with him again; hell, I wanted a lot more sex with him. But I was the kind of woman who fell too easily for a man once I was sleeping with him. And Havoc was not the kind of man I wanted to ever fall for. I didn’t believe he could give me the stability I craved. Plus, it was clear he didn’t want anything from me except sex. I was good with this. For now. But if I kept sleeping with him, I knew myself and I was pretty damn sure I wouldn’t be good with it after awhile. So, it was probably best not to see him again. But fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I hit the steering wheel in frustration. And that was when I saw him. He was exiting the hotel I was passing, and I made a snap decision to pull over. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried. My sunglasses shielded my eyes from the burning afternoon sun; for winter, it was unusually warm, and I regretted wearing jeans and a long-sleeved top. His sunglasses hid his eyes from me, so I had no way to know if he was pleased to see me or not as I walked towards him.

He stalked right up to me, grabbed me roughly by the elbow, and demanded, “What the fuck are you doing here, Carla?”