Blood & Bone - Easy (Blood Fury MC 12)

Clearly she’d been wrong.

And not because she didn’t like him, didn’t like what he did to her or how he made her feel.

But because she did. She liked it all.

He had turned down Angel tonight because of her.

Because of her.

The orgasm that ripped through her started around his fingers driving hard and fast into her pussy, and it radiated to her anus where his thumb was still buried. She gasped and he quickly muffled her cry with his hand over her mouth.

Once her intense climax faded away and her muscles loosened, he slipped his fingers free.

He hadn’t even come yet and already his warm, damp breath beat against her skin in short, ragged pants. His cock was rock hard where it was pressed to the back of her thigh. Precum was smeared against her skin where he had rubbed himself against her.

His hand slipped from her mouth to under her chin, tipping it back until her throat couldn’t stretch anymore. Holding her head there, he slipped the two fingers that had been buried in her pussy into her mouth.

Her own tang coated her tongue when he removed them with excruciating slowness.

“Do you taste what I taste, Tess?” His words sounded as if they were sandwiched between sandpaper. The delicious rasp making her now empty pussy clench violently. “You share that with anyone else?”

She shook her head slightly, not sure if she should admit it.

“Didn’t hear you.”

“You know the answer.”

“Wanna hear it.”

Why was he doing this? “Easy…”

“You share that with anyone else? Or am I the only goddamn fool here turnin’ others away?”

“It’s been only you.”

“For how long?”

“From the first night.”

He went totally still and silent. She couldn’t even hear him breathe.

“I know you can’t say the same.”

“You made a lot of demands on me, Tess. That wasn’t one of them.”

“I know.” She didn’t hold it against him and never would. She also wouldn’t have held it against him if he had hooked up with Angel earlier.

Because what was between them wasn’t supposed to be anything more than sex.

And that was who he was. He didn’t apologize for it. Not that he should.

“There’s been no one?”

She just told him that. Did he want to gloat? She should lie but she didn’t want to disappoint him. Crazy but true. “No.”

“Why?”

“It was just… easier.” The irony of her answer wasn’t lost between them.

He released her chin, allowing her head to fall forward again. She expected him to take her to his bed now. To finish off their time together how they always did.

They banged and she bolted.

But when he straightened, it was only for the time it took for him to slide on a wrap and adjust his stance behind her.

He was going to fuck her from behind with her knees still drilled into the wood seat. Almost like a punishment. But one she didn’t mind.

In the time they’d spent together in the dark, he had fucked her doggy-style maybe twice. They hadn’t taken the time to try different positions.

But, again, tonight wasn’t their normal routine.

He slid the crown of his cock through her slick folds, then back up and across her anus. Her muscles tightened.

She hoped he didn’t…

She relaxed when he drew his cock back down and pressed forward, connecting the two of them.

She welcomed the stretch, the fullness of him filling her. The thought that the two of them were now one.

He leaned over, pressing his chest to her back, his fingers curled around her ribs, his thumbs sweeping back and forth over the outer curves of her breasts, making them tighten and feel even heavier. He shifted his hands until they were cupping both while his thumb and forefingers twisted the tips.

She surged back, slamming her ass against him, driving him deeper, encouraging him to go faster. But his thrusts remained at a steady, but rough, pace. He wasn’t in a rush and it was one way to show her who was in control.

Not her.

Right now the only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing and the slap of their skin.

No talking. No demands. No questions. No answers.

Maybe things were falling back into place. Returning to the way they were meant to be.

She could only hope.

But she was wrong.

Chapter Seven

Easy fought his instinct to slam into her over and over. If he did so, this would be over way too soon.

Tonight things were changing and if she didn’t like it, then fuck her. She could accept it or move on to some other fucking sucker. He was done being used for only his damn dick.

He was done with her calling the shots. Making the rules.

Anyway, rules were meant to be broken. Right now he wanted to smash the shit out of them like he was doing to her.

He was done being silent.

He was done with the same old, same old.