Bad Ride (Men of Valor MC)

“I’m really not hungry.” Her voice is husky in the darkness, the low buzzing fluorescent bulbs in the office and along the far wall matching the vibration between us. “If my car isn’t ready, I’ll just get my dad to come pick me up… I don’t want you to go out of your way any more than you have.”

“No.” I heave out the word, trying not to scare her. I’m the boogeyman in the basement, an ex-con taking a sweet thing like her back to his lair, but I can’t seem to work out why she’s had the sudden change of heart about me. “Are you scared here? With me?”

She shakes her head and I think I see a flicker of pity in her eyes and I hate it. This armor I’ve grown is long worn, its earliest necessity coming when pity was replaced by cruelty. My looks even as a kid brought ridicule, then my temper and misdirected hyper sort of energy only served to make me more of an outsider even on the playground.

“Why would I be scared? Do you intend to hurt me?”

I look at her ripe tits, so well hidden under her blouse, but the evidence of her dark nipples shows through, fueling the rampage of lust tightening like a wound spring in my belly.

“I’d hurt anyone that hurt you. But I’ll never hurt you.”

“You’d hurt someone who hurt me?” There’s genuine surprise in her eyes and I’m happy that my answer chased away the hint of pity I saw there earlier.

“Maybe I have already.”

“Really?” She flutters her eyes shut on a disbelieving exhale.

I twitch my shoulder, turning into her and taking the leap, brushing the backs of my fingers across her warm cheek. The sensation has me spinning, rolling thunder rumbling in my chest as she brings her hands to my forearm, holding it in a soft grip, not to pull it away, but to keep it in place.

“Annie,” I say, giving in to the explosion roaring through me, painful and exquisite at the same time. I don’t know if I want to press on. Hope wells up inside me like the bait on a hook, ready to jerk me from the warmth of the moment into the knife ready to pierce my heart. “Don’t play with me.”

“Aren’t we playing?” she answers, her eyes searching mine as her breathing quickens and my pulse feels like it’s going to pound through my temples. The mixture of her innocent, naïve exterior and the tempting vixen in her eyes has me drunk and wavering on what to do next.

“I’m not. I’m done playing. We’ve been playing for two fucking years and for the life of me I can’t remember why.”

Acknowledgement shines in her eyes, an agreement softening her face, and in that moment we are in the same place and I want to devour her and make sure this feeling never leaves us.

“You’re shaking.” She looks at her hands still on my forearm. “Are you scared of me?”

Yes, because you’re doing things to me that could make me love you. That could drive away all the walls and mortar I’ve built around me to keep me from feeling like this.

“Naw, Cupid. Not scared.”

“Cupid?”

“Yeah. You shot me with your arrow, baby. Pierced my armor with that sweet, cupid face of yours.”

As the thought tumbles in my head, I answer her with a kiss that explodes from me onto her sweet lips as she squeaks in surprise., I’m already lost in her flavor, gorging myself on the taste I’ve dreamed of for too long, and it’s better than any conjuring of fantasy I played out in my mind while I fisted myself and released more violent orgasms thinking of her than I can count.

What makes me most depraved is, I’ve saved something from many of those fantasies for her. Because I’m a sick piece of work. But I push away the thought of my perverse mementos for the moment, listening to her soft moan as my tongue wraps around hers, pulling it forward.

All the time wasted releases itself from the prison inside of me and I push her into the back of her car, bracing my arms on the sides of her waist, my hips pumping against nothing, ready to be inside her sweet pussy making sure it knows who it belongs to now.

In all my time following her and watching her, there were a few times I saw dudes looking at her. I gave them a visit and an encyclopedia of reasons why they should never look at her again. We may not have been together, but I made sure no one else thought she was available, because she wasn’t. Isn’t. Will never be.

My tongue moves to her neck, licking and sucking as my cock becomes so enraged at how long I’ve put this off for, I don’t know if I could stop now if I tried.