Storm (Storm MC 1)

g with me.

“I think you can find clothes all by yourself,” he muttered, as he got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

Just before he closed the door, I yelled out, “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll get some really short dresses and tight skirts.”

He didn’t reply but five minutes later when he emerged, he muttered, “Get up, babe. We’ve got shopping to do.”

I smiled to myself. He was so easy to manipulate sometimes.

We got ready and were out the door an hour later, J grumbling that it had taken me so long to get ready. “I’m not sure why it takes you so long, babe.”

I pointed at my face and my hair. “Do you think women just wake up looking this good?” I asked him.

“You looked good to me an hour ago, before you put all that shit on your face,” he said, opening the car door for me and helping me in.

I smiled at him as he shut the door, and waited for him to come around the car and get in, before saying, “Sometimes you say the sweetest things.”

“So, how long does shopping take? Tell me it’s quick,” he almost begged.

I laughed. “You’ll be home for dinner,” I promised, with a teasing wink.

He rolled his eyes and muttered, “Fuck.”

Three hours later, I had purchased an entire new wardrobe, and J had reached the end of his patience. I was surprised and impressed that he had lasted this long. The morning had started out fun with him enjoying some private little shows as I tried on numerous outfits. This had almost ended in us screwing in one of the dressing rooms, but the sales assistant had put a stop to that and asked us to leave. J hadn’t been impressed with her and had told her exactly what he thought of her, and her uptight pussy. She had threatened to call the police so I dragged him out of there before the situation got completely out of hand.

We had visited a stack of stores in between then and now, and J was insistent that this was the last one. I had just tried on a dress that I knew I had to have, and J was leaning against the changing room door watching me. Stepping out of the dress, I handed it to him and said, “This one’s a definite.”

He took it and eyed my body, clad only in bra and knickers. “Babe, that’s the last one. You’re driving me crazy here. Three hours of watching you get in and out of dresses, and my dick is having a fit.” He stepped closer to me and wrapped his hands around my ass, pulling me into him so that I could feel his erection. Dipping his head, he stole my mouth in a kiss. Hard and passionate, the kiss hit me in my core and I moaned with pleasure. He deepened the kiss, and reached one hand into my knickers to touch my clit, slowly circling it. “You want me to fuck you with my finger or my dick?” his voice was low and rough.

“What do you think, baby?” I responded. As if there was any choice between the two.

He chuckled. “Thought so.” Continuing to massage my clit, he backed me up against the wall, while I undid his jeans and pulled his cock free. I stroked it, circling the tip every couple of strokes. He groaned into my mouth, “Christ, babe. Really need in you now. This isn’t gonna take long, not after you’ve been working me up all morning.”

I lifted one leg to wrap around his waist and he pulled the other leg up. His cock sat at my entrance and, unable to wait any longer, I pushed myself against him so that he entered me. I was so wet for him and he slid straight in, filling me, and setting off a wave of pleasure from my pussy out.

J grunted as he pulled back out, and then thrust in hard, his balls slapping me. He set the pace with his hard and fast thrusts, and, knowing my tendency to scream, he lent his elbow against the wall to steady himself while he covered my mouth with his hand. It was a blur of bodies slapping together, eyes meeting in between thrusts, and intense pleasure shooting through my body. J hadn’t been kidding when he said it wouldn’t last long; not even ten minutes later and he came, with me not far behind.

He leaned against me for a moment, and then pulled out and let me down. “That’s what you get for teasing me for three fucking hours,” he smirked, as he tucked his cock back into his jeans and did himself up.

“I might bring you shopping more often, baby,” I winked at him and got dressed.

Grabbing the dress I wanted to buy, J opened the door and we headed out to the sales counter to make our purchase. It was a busy Saturday morning in the shop, and from the looks we were getting, I was pretty sure everyone had heard us screwing. I just grinned at them, not giving a shit what anyone thought. The sales assistant was fawning all over J as he paid for my dress. He hadn’t let me pay for anything today, and after arguing with him for the first two hours, I had given up now and just let him pay. Honestly, sometimes it was just easier not to argue with the man.

J finished up the transaction while I did my best to ignore the flirting that the sales assistant was doing. It really pissed me off though, because she could see we were together, that he was buying me a dress and had most likely heard us having sex. So, why the fuck did she think it was okay to openly flirt with him in front of me?

I checked her name badge. Kate. Yeah, that figured. The only Kate’s I knew were sluts, and this one wasn’t any different.

“Fucking bitch,” I grumbled under my breath, and J stopped what he was doing to turn and look at me.

He obviously hadn’t heard what I said because he lent down and whispered in my ear, “What did you say, baby?”

As he pulled away to wait for my answer, I muttered, louder this time, “I said, fucking bitch.”

He grinned at me, realising what I was getting at, and came back towards me, capturing my mouth in a passionate kiss. When he was finished, he said, “God, I love you.”

I grinned back at him, “I love you too.” And then I took in Kate’s face. I noted the displeasure written across it. Yeah, take that bitch!

J convinced me to go on a bike ride with him that afternoon. I figured it was only fair, after he spent all morning shopping with me. Being on the back of his bike was something I enjoyed anyway, and it was a beautiful sunny day so I enjoyed the afternoon with him. We rode for about three hours, heading out along the coastline. He bought us burgers and chips for lunch, and we sat on the beach and ate. I loved this quiet time with J, away from everyone else. Being back together meant that we had to figure each other out again. We had picked up almost like we had never been apart; we knew each other so well that it had been easy to do. However, as much as we knew each other, we had been apart for over two years and had both grown and changed a little, so I craved some time with him to discover these things about each other.