Wild Nights(24)

He kicked off his boots and tossed his black, leather jacket onto the back of an arm chair before plopping down on the couch and flipping on the T.V. He was right back to making himself at home, which was a good sign. Maybe he just needed a little time to cool off?

I slipped in next to him, purposely sitting a little closer than usual, and attempted to curl up inside his arm.

“I hope you’re not upset with me,” I said as I placed my hand on his thigh and glanced up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“I’m not mad at you, Molly,” he sighed. “Just frustrated with the situation. I wish you were more willing to make it work.”

His statement caught me a little off guard, as if he were blaming me for his crazy idea being, well, crazy.

“Look at what you’re asking,” I said. “I can’t uproot my life right now. And honestly, I’m not really big into motorcycle gangs.”

I heard him start to breathe loudly through his nostrils, like a raging bull, and I knew I wasn’t making the situation any better for either of us.

In that moment, something came over me. I didn’t know if it was the wine or if it was my instincts telling me to switch gears and try to calm him down, but I slipped my hand down around his waistband and climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

“What’s this?” he asked. His entire demeanor had changed in an instant, which only told me I was doing the right thing.

“What does it look like?” I asked playfully as I pulled his t-shirt up over his head.

I ran my hands down his smooth pecks and traced the outline of his neck tattoo with my finger. He flashed a cocky half smile as he watched and waited for my next move. I could tell he was enjoying this.

I lifted my blouse up over my head and he reached back and unhooked my bra. I leaned forward, rubbing my breasts against his smooth chest and nibbling on his ear.

“Mmm,” he moaned as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“You like that?” I whispered into his ear.

He nodded, and his hands reached down and cupped my ass cheeks. Suddenly he was gripping me hard, and we were standing up. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he carried me up the stairs and presumably towards my room.

We got to the top of the stairs and he pinned me against the wall, kissing my neck for a few minutes, before continuing towards my room. He flung my bedroom door open with one swift kick and tossed me back on the bed.

He looked at me with hunger in his eyes as his unbreakable gaze met mine. He ferociously unhinged his belt buckle, zipped his pants down, and kicked off the rest of his clothes.

Blaze pounced on the bed, his body over mine, and I was pinned beneath him in a cage of sorts. I looked up at him, waiting for his next move, and soon found his hands working on getting my jeans off.

I couldn’t get them off fast enough. I wanted this animal of a man to be inside me, fucking the living daylights out of me. I assumed it was going to be our last little rendezvous for a long time, maybe even forever, and I wanted to have one more go at it.

He pulled my jeans down, followed by my pale pink lacy panties, and stuck his fingers down between my legs.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he moaned. “I know you want this, don’t you?”

“Mm-hm,” I said with a nod as I bit my lip.

His fingers traced my slit before slipping deep inside me, and his mouth worked on my neck. He was biting me, using teeth, and it felt fucking amazing.

As he repositioned himself, I could feel his hard cock brushing against my inner thigh. It would only be a few more moments until he was plunged deep inside me, and the anticipation was killing me.

I ran my fingers up and down his rigid, strong back, encouraging him and letting him know I liked what he was doing, though I was sure he already knew that.

He stood up on his knees and positioned himself between my legs, grabbing my legs by the back of my knees and hoisting my legs over his shoulders one at a time. He leaned forward and positioned his cock right at my entrance, teasing me for a bit.

“Oh, come on,” I begged. “Enough teasing.”

I remembered how he liked to make me work for it, so I begged a little more.

“Just put it in me, please?” I pleaded. “I want it inside me. I want to feel you in me.”

A sinister smile spread across his face as a burst of erotically pleasurable pain shot through me in an instant. In one fell thrust he was deep inside me. I breathed a sigh of relief.

He jackhammered the hell out of my pussy as beads of sweat collected above his brow. He had never fucked me this way before, but I kind of liked it. It was almost as if he also knew it was going to be our last go-round.

I wanted to fuck him back, thrust for thrust, but my legs were on his shoulders. He was gripping onto my thighs, and I was powerless on my back. He continued plunging deep inside me, and I watched the expressions on his face as they changed from one level of ecstasy to another. I knew he was getting close, but I didn’t want it to end.