Storm (Storm MC 1)

“Top, J. I want to be on top,” she grunted, and I flipped us so that she was now on top, straddling me.

I let her take control, and exhaled in pleasure as she wiggled backwards and leant down, taking my dick in her mouth. She sucked me hard and reached her hand to massage my balls. Coming up for air she murmured, “Love your cock, honey. Love sucking it, but I fucking need it in me.”

I wanted that too, but I wanted to watch her for a bit longer. “Not yet, babe. I want to watch you some more. Want to watch your finger in your pussy while your other hand is wrapped around my cock.”

Her eyes lit up at this; yeah she fucking loved me watching her just as much as I loved watching her. She moved so her chest was on mine, legs still straddling me and ground her pussy against my dick while she licked my lips and kissed me; slowly, lazily. I wrapped my arms around her, letting my hand slide over her ass, and then dipped a finger into her pussy from behind, pushing slowly, in and out. I could feel her lips curling into a smile while I kissed her and she moaned against my lips, “Feels so good, baby. My turn now.”

I stopped what I was doing and she moved back to a sitting position, legs on either side of me. She spread her legs and tilted her pussy forward. With our eyes locked, she started stroking herself. I shifted my gaze to take it all in, waiting patiently for her to take hold of my cock. I was so fucking hard, and watching her pleasure herself only intensified it. She continued to stroke and finger herself and I started to grow impatient; I needed her hands on my dick now.

“Babe. Dick.” I ordered, and she grinned wickedly at me, the fucking tease. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

When her hand grasped my cock a moment later, pleasure shot through me and I shut my eyes for a moment before opening them again and focusing my gaze on what her hands were doing. One hand was fingering herself and the other was pumping my cock; it was fucking heaven, and I felt it build in me. She was getting closer too; I could tell by the way her eyes were opening and closing, and the way her teeth were biting her lips while her tongue darted out every now and then to lick them.

Just as I was about to tell her to get her sweet pussy onto my dick she stopped everything she was doing, and did just as I wanted. I groaned as she sank down onto me and when she started moving I reached my hands to grip onto her ass. The pressure was building and she was fucking me harder, tits bouncing all over the place, and I enjoyed the view; it was a fucking glorious sight. And then she screamed as the orgasm hit her; she threw her head back, and closed her eyes as she let it take over her body. I reached my hands around to her tits and started pumping my dick up into her, trying to find my own release. And it was so fucking close; I could feel it coming as I pumped, and pumped, and then it hit. Fuck me; fucking hell! I came, and we held onto it for as long as we could.

Coming off the high, she laid down next to me on her back, one hand flung across my stomach. I placed my hand over hers, lacing our fingers together, and waited to see if she was still angry at me. Madison was highly unpredictable. Well, as far as I was concerned, she was. Make up sex seemed to calm her, so I could only fucking hope.

She turned to look at me, so I rolled onto my side, propping my body up on my elbow. Tracing a line on her stomach, I started, “I’m sorry, babe.”

“Do you even know what you are sorry for, J?” she asked, with that slightly frustrated tone that she often took with me.

“For a million fucking things, but mostly for being an asshole to you today, and for not returning your calls,” I answered her truthfully.

Her eyes searched mine for a moment and then she said, “You were an asshole to me today and I didn’t like it. I get that you were busy with work but you’ve got to get that I was worried about you. With all the shit going on at the moment, I needed to hear your voice, needed to know you were okay. And then to speak to me the way you did... that hurt, J,” her vulnerability shone through her voice, and it hit me square in the chest.

I reached my hand up to her face and cupped her cheek. “This is gonna take a lot of work isn’t it?”

Confusion flashed across her face, “Do you want out?” she half whispered, and I could sense the tension settling over her.

“No, baby. I told you this was forever, and I meant it. It’s just hitting me now, though, how much we are going to have to put into it to make it good. But I need you to know that I want to do the work, I wa

nt this to be the best damn thing in our lives.”

She took a moment to process that and I knew when she had, because she let the tension in her body go and she smiled at me. “Me too, J. I tried so hard today not to get mad at you about the phone calls and I’m sorry if it came across like I was trying to keep track of you, because I really wasn’t. I don’t expect you to be there whenever I want you, and I’m not trying to change you.”

“Right. So, tomorrow we make it better. But, I need you to know that this could take some time on my end.”

She laughed. “Yeah, baby, because changing assholey ways is a very time consuming project. You’re just lucky that I’m a patient woman.”

I grinned at her and thanked my lucky fucking stars for her. No other woman would ever come close to her.

Chapter 19

Madison

Friday flew by, and before I knew it, it was the afternoon, and I was waiting at the clubhouse for Serena to arrive. It had been a long and at times hard week, and I was so grateful that Serena was coming to visit. The funeral for Bec and Georgie had been this morning, and it had been tough to sit through. Thinking about the lives that had been needlessly taken, and watching Crystal deal with her loss, was an awful thing to have to do. She was a strong girl, but I worried about her and probably always would. Brooke seemed to be coping well with Crystal, and I surprised myself, but I was happy that they had each other.

After the funeral, J had to do some club work. When I asked him what it was, he got shitty with me and said that I had to trust him, and stop asking those types of questions. This had, of course, led to an argument, because all I had been trying to do was show an interest in what he did. We hadn’t resolved it before he left, so my afternoon had been spent stewing on it.

I checked my watch. It was just after four o’clock and I still hadn’t heard from Serena. I decided I needed some fresh air, so I took myself outside and sat on the hood of J’s Jeep. Going over and over my conversation with him this morning was not helping me; it was just making me angrier about the whole situation. And that was not good for our relationship.

I heard the rumble of a bike, and turned to see J pulling in. He parked his bike and walked towards me, a grim look on his face. “Babe, what are you doing out here by yourself?” he asked, coming to a stop just in front of me, but making no move to kiss me hello.

I slid off the car to put myself closer to him, and put my hand on his chest; our bodies almost touching. “I’ve been thinking about stuff. About you.”

He frowned, “What stuff?”

I took in the way his body tensed up and the irritation that flitted across his face, and knew that this was a conversation he did not want to be having, but I was determined to push him on this. “J, I want to know about things going on in your life. I hate that you won’t talk to me about your work.”