As I pushed inside, her sweet cunt welcomed me and I knew this was going to be a quick fuck. My ability to control my orgasms was put to the test by Carla. When I was inside her, all I could think about was how fucking good it felt to have her pussy around my dick. Any attempt at slowing my release was futile. It was as if my brain short-circuited and the connection between my mind and my dick was cut. All that was important was fucking her senseless and experiencing the pleasure I’d only ever known with her.
“Fuck… Havoc, I’m going to come…” She had one hand pressed against the wall while her other hand reached up and gripped onto my neck, pulling my face down to nuzzle against her neck. She was working as hard as I was for her orgasm. The sounds of our bodies and grunts were drowned out by the noise from the highway, and when she came, her cries of pleasure bled into the night, only to be heard by me.
I grasped her as I came, growling her name as it coursed through my body. She gripped my neck tighter, her fingers digging in hard. Just the way I liked it. Our breaths were coming fast, and we didn’t move for a couple of minutes while we came down from the high.
When I eventually pulled out of her, she turned and found my gaze. “That was good, but it would have been better on your bike.”
I watched as she bent to pull her panties and jeans up. “Babe, I don’t need to fuck you on a bike to make it good.” Her eyes found mine again as she did her jeans up, and at the raise of her brows, I stepped closer and moved her hand away from her button. I undid her zip and slid my hand inside her panties. When my finger moved over her clit and through her wet pussy, I growled, “Does that feel good?”
Her eyelids fluttered closed and she bit her lip, but she didn’t answer me.
I moved my free hand to her ass and gripped her hard while pushing two fingers inside her. Lowering my face to hers, I caught her lips in a bruising kiss. Carla loved rough as much as I did. Her body melted against mine and a low moan fell from her lips.
“Answer me,” I demanded. “Does that feel good?”
Her eyes opened and she nodded. Placing a hand on my chest, she gave me what I wanted. “Yes.”
My fingers moved inside her, finding a rhythm that her pussy loved. I’d thought she was wet already, but her arousal intensified as I pushed deeper and harder. I kissed her again and lightly bit her lip as I ended the kiss. “I’ll fuck you on my bike when I decide.” As her mouth opened to say something, I shook my head. “This is non-negotiable. You don’t like it, I can drop you at a bus stop and you can go back to Brisbane.”
Fuck.
I knew I was being an asshole, but years of building my defences dictated my behaviour. Even though I’d told her I would, there was no fucking way I was screwing her on my bike. I refused to open those wounds inside my soul, and even thinking about it had scratched and burned those wounds. I’d been in preservation mode for the last couple of years and it was a place I liked. Taking a step outside of that wasn’t something I would even contemplate.
My words hurt her. I knew that by the look that flitted across her face. It had only been there for a moment before her usual mask of strength returned, but I’d seen it. Even the darkness couldn’t hide her bruise of pain.
A fleeting bruise I’d caused.
Jesus, why the fuck are you even thinking about this shit?
I pressed my fingers deeper inside her while at the same time, I circled her clit with my thumb. She was so damn wet and her pussy pulsed around my fingers; this wouldn’t take long.
Her orgasm hit and she was silent as it moved through her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip for a few moments before letting out a long breath. When she opened her eyes again, she held my gaze for a while before finally saying, “You can be an asshole, Havoc, but you sure do know your way around a pussy.”
With that, she gently pushed me out of her way before leaving to go back in the ladies' restroom. I stared after her for a beat. She confused the fuck out of me. Indecision rooted me to the spot.
I wanted her as far from me as possible in that moment. Yet, I didn’t want her anywhere else but with me
.
You swore off women a long time ago for a good fucking reason.
Remember that the next time you’ve got your cock deep inside her and your head is a mess of bewilderment and need.
I headed into the restroom opposite to the one she entered so I could dispose of the condom. It was time to get my head together and remind myself this was just sex. Nothing more.
10
Carla
This is just sex.
I placed my hands on the basin and stared into the mirror of the dingy, little restroom. Havoc’s declaration that he would happily leave me at a bus stop reminded me not to let my heart take over from what my head told me to do. Not that I’d even realised it had, but as soon as those words had left his lips, I’d known I was in trouble. Disappointment had sliced through me at the ease with which he could switch between showing care and then nothing at all except a desire to fuck me.
You don’t want a biker, anyway.
Taking a deep breath, I straightened.
I definitely do not want a biker.