Bash, Volume II (12 page)

“Maybe you can get me off once, take the edge off? Then go slow?”

He kissed me quiet, and then lifted his head to say, “Look at me, Angelica. Show me how much you care, how much you want to be mine. Keep it slow, feel every damned inch of me moving in you.”

My body obeyed and my hips synchronized with his, pulling away and pushing towards him so fucking slow I wanted to scream, but his cock slid in and out in delicious, wonderful perfection as it hit
all
the right spots inside, and I found myself captivated by his gaze. Each stroke took me higher, and higher, until I thought I’d cease to exist if it got any better. He didn’t speed up, didn’t slow down, but kept the same rhythm, and my hips moved with his in perfect opposing harmony.

I didn’t know how close I was to an orgasm until he ordered me to come for him, and my body surrendered to him with a calm, gentle release — at first.

Until it built. And then built some more. And
more
.

What started out as a gloriously smooth release turned into a raging, storming, screaming climax, though he continued at the same maddeningly slow pace. His fingers massaged my clit, his mouth landed on my nipple, where he sucked and bit, adding a touch of pain. Through it all, I could only writhe and twist beneath him, screaming my bliss as the planet hurtled through space and reality crashed around me until nothing existed but the rapturous pleasure Bash heaped on me without pause or respite.

When it was over he kissed me silly and then pulled out and went to his knees between my legs. Without saying a word he flipped me over and put me on hands and knees, and I knew this was it.

Or, I was pretty sure.

He dove for his jeans, got something from his pocket, and I twisted my body so I could look backwards, only to see a small tube in his hand. “Lube, Princess. Turn back around and be good for me. Put your chest on the bed, arch your back, stick your ass in the air. May as well get comfortable.”

I adjusted my position, and he spread my legs farther, but then made up for it with his palm pressed over my clit, and I arched my back a little more and groaned in bliss instead of letting loose with the aggravated growl I’d been about to give him.

He teased around and alongside my clit with the fingers of one hand, while his other hand was busy at my ass as one slick finger slid in, then another. I relaxed for him as best I could, though the invasion felt wrong, and good, and right… and
depraved
. I didn’t know whether to beg for more, or less, or something else, so I moaned and moved, and put my hand over his on my clit, wanting more pressure.

“Hands over your head, Angelica. You wanted me to take it from you? We’re doing it my way.”

“So fucking
literal
.” I grumped as I put my hands over my head, knowing my smile had come through in my voice. Hard to sound grumpy when he was doing the most marvelous things to my body.

“I’m gonna put the tip in at normal size, then I’ll narrow the shaft some as I push in. Keep talking to me, Princess. Want to hear how you feel with my cock up your ass.” He pressed his cockhead against my asshole, and I arched my back and tried to relax, but it was hard.

“You’re good, Angelica. Feel you relaxing. It’ll happen…
there
we go.”

I gasped as the muscles opened and he pressed in, spreading me impossibly wide, and I froze a half second before my body decided we needed to escape. My hands moved down to my shoulders and I pushed up, but the heat of his palm landed between my shoulder blades as he pressed me back down. “Hands over your head, Angelica. Move them down again and you’ll feel my belt.”

I’d been on fire before, but his words ignited a blaze. I slid my arms back over my head with a whimper, and he pressed farther into my ass.

“
Fuck
, Bash! Thought you were going to go in smaller! Shit! It’s too much!”

“You’re good.” He stilled, his voice quiet, soothing. “Won’t go in any farther until you get used to me. Breathe through it, relax around me. You can take this.”

The hand on my back smoothed down my spine and massaged the area around my sacrum, helping me relax. Meanwhile, his other hand manipulated my clit through my outer labia, and my hips wanted to twist and rotate to get more sensation at my clit, but I stayed frozen, afraid of how the cock in my ass would feel if there was
any
movement.

I heard a snap and felt him moving. Took me a second to realize he was putting more lube on the part of his cock not yet inside me.

“Okay, my little diva Princess. Stay relaxed for me. Want you to
know
my cock is up your ass, but don’t want you in true pain. Gonna ride the edge, though. Make it good for both of us.”

He moved slow, taking me little by little, soothing me with one hand and making sure I stayed horny as fuck with the other. I wanted him to fuck me like a madman, and yet I wasn’t sure I could handle it. He’d said he would narrow his cock, and maybe he had, since I wasn’t screaming in pain — but he felt like a damned log and it was just on the edge of too much. Part of me still wanted him to pound me, and didn’t care if I could handle it, but the rational part of my brain kept me motionless and quiet as my heated blood rushed through my veins, every heartbeat throbbed in my clit, and I felt every fucking ridge of his cock as he pressed farther and farther into my ass.

He didn’t go all the way in before he was pulling back out, then slowly pushing in once more. “I’m at about eighty percent of my usual thickness,” he said, his voice raw and a little feral now, “which means I’m longer than normal, too. Not gonna make you take all this length, but as you get used to me, I’ll get wider.”

I could hear him fighting for control, holding back. I was at my limit though, so I told him, “Can’t take much more, Bash.
Seriously
. Just a touch narrower would be awesome.”

“So,
fucking
tight like this. But… okay, Princess. Just a little. Want you to enjoy it, too.”

His cock narrowed by millimeters, but it was enough to let me breathe a little easier and I pushed back onto him. “God, yes.
Fuck
, that’s good. Shit, Bash. Now you can move.
Please
.”

He didn’t speed up, but kept going at the same, slow, steady pace. Maybe I needed to start making him think I liked it slow, so he’d hammer me instead.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, Princess. Talk to me.”

Thank god Bash didn’t have the no-cussing rule. “So fucking
full
. It’s too much, and not enough, and I need to come but I don’t know if I’ll be able to. It’s so different. Visceral. Primitive.
Naughty
.”

My words made him speed up, and the sheet’s texture rubbed my cheek as Bash pushed and pulled my whole body forward and backward.

“I want to bring my hands down, play with myself.
Please
, Bash.”

His groan was deep and carnal, drawn out, and it fanned the flames even higher. “Oh, I think we’re going to have to give you
lots
of reasons to beg. It’s all I can do to keep from taking my cock to full size and plowing the hell out of you.
Shit
, Princess. Beg for me real nice and maybe I’ll let you play with yourself. Might be fun to turn you over, watch you finger your cunt while I take your ass. Tell me what you’ll do if I let you use your hands.”

“Finger myself. Play with my clit. I
love
playing with myself when I’m wet, slick.” I pushed back again, impaling myself on him, and he groaned again as I gasped.

I felt him get bigger inside me and I gave a small yelp, but didn’t complain. I felt fuller, more open, just
more
… but it didn’t hurt, exactly. Or, maybe it’s that it was a good hurt. Thomas had taught me the difference between a good hurt and a bad hurt, and this was fucking
good
.

“
Again
,” I told Bash, trying to erase Thomas from my thoughts. “That much again.”

“I’ll decide when you get more, Angelica.
Damn
, love the sight of my cock going in and out of your ass.”

I grabbed a handful of the sheets over my head, twisted them in my grip, and they came off the mattress. I reached farther, curled my fingers over the end of the mattress, and felt my asshole relax even more as my fingers found their purchase.

He didn’t give me a little more, he gave me a lot more, and suddenly I was tense again, frozen in place, my breathing shallow, no sound coming out of my mouth though I wanted to protest, to tell him it hurt.

He knew, and he didn’t go narrower, but he stopped moving.

“Get used to it,” he demanded. “You were relaxed for me, totally relaxed. Give it to me again. Trust me not to give you more than you can handle. I’m going to be in your ass a whole lot, and I want to make your first experience good.” The warmth of his hand soaked into the muscles at the top of my bottom, and my spine arched down once again, when I hadn’t even realized I’d bowed it up. I felt my ass muscles relaxing, opening for him, and his groan went straight to my clit.

“If you don’t make me come soon,” I warned, “not even the threat of your belt is going to keep my hand off my clit.”

My words triggered something, because the last syllable was barely out of my mouth when he pulled out and slammed into me, and then did it again, and again. This wasn’t the slow, smooth, maddeningly steady glide from before, now he was fucking my ass, taking me, using me, and it was
magnificent
. My body shuddered and the air was pushed from my lungs with each slam of his hips against my body, and my climax drew closer and closer. A symphony should’ve been hitting the crescendo while fireworks went off, but it was just Bash and I, his cock plunging into my ass over and over, taking me — our breaths, our scents, and the motion of my bed were at the edge of my senses as reality splintered and I screamed his name and various encouragements, over and over.

His hand worked my clit, and I held onto the edge of the mattress for dear life. Not because I was afraid of his belt, but because he’d told me to keep my hands up there and if I moved out of position he might stop and that would’ve been the worst thing in the world at that moment in time.

We both came together in a screaming, writhing twist of sweaty bodies, and I was surprised I was able to
feel
him ejaculating deep in my bottom as his cock pulsed and his hot cum filled me.

He rode me to the bed as I collapsed, still pounding me as he emptied into me, and then finally collapsed on top of me, gasping for air. When he eventually, oh-so-gently pulled out, I groaned from the loss of him.

He moved me to my side, and kissed my cheek as he gently pulled my fingers away from the edge of the mattress and moved them to my chest.

“Be right back, Princess.” He went to the bathroom and I heard water running a few seconds, then he was back with a warm towel. He cleaned me up, tossed the towel towards the bathroom, and spooned behind me.

“Love you, Princess. You okay?”

I nodded, knowing he knew I was fine by my smell, but was asking just to be sure there wasn’t something he needed to know. “Fantastic. Love you, too.”

“You still get a reward spanking. We’ll work on that later.”

My pheromones spiked again, despite the fact I thought I was totally sated. He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “I vote we lay here until we have to get up and find food.”

“Works for me.”

Bash

Angelica wasn’t in bed when I awakened the next morning. I smelled coffee, and her essence, but I didn’t smell
her
. A quick walk-through of the apartment verified she wasn’t inside, but the most recent scent trail led me to the balcony door off the kitchen, and I saw her sitting outside with her e-reader and a cup of coffee.

I got myself a cup and joined her on the balcony as the sky was brightening. She tilted her head up for a kiss, and I kept it light and friendly. She seemed in an odd mood and I wasn’t sure what was up.

“Missed you when I woke up,” I told her as I took the other chair.

“You were sleeping so well, I didn’t want to wake you. How about we cook some eggs and bacon, and I think I have some canned biscuits. I’m looking forward to finishing the engine rebuild.”

I looked at her a few seconds, took in her scent, but couldn’t figure out what was off. She seemed happy, relaxed, and comfortable — but something wasn’t right.

“Everything okay?”

She sighed. “Yes, everything’s perfect, and boring the cylinders yesterday put me back in touch with the metal, the substance — seeing how they’d worn and making them smooth and ready for more action...” She shook her head, her frustration palpable. “I’ve been dealing with cad programs and blueprints and drawings and mockups and…
shit
. Nothing like working with your hands, you know?” She waved her Kindle at me. “I loaded some of the papers talking about how the dam’s internal structures have worn over the decades, and the things the engineers have done to keep them working. Rushing water can be brutal. I know there’s an idea I’m catching the edges of, something that’ll change everything. It’s just right
there
, if I can only grab it.”

“Don’t grab for it. It’s like trying to catch water in your fist, it doesn’t work. You have to cup your hand, let it fill.” She was in her logical brain and she was frustrated. Her scent had nothing to do with me or our evening. Didn’t mean I shouldn’t be here for her, just meant I could relax a little, knowing we were good. I took a sip of coffee and watched teams of rowers gliding across the river’s surface, their arms and bodies in perfect synch. A few runners were on the pedestrian bridge, and someone was fishing off a pier across the river at Coolidge Park. I could see how happy this location made her, but it wasn’t ideal for an outlaw, as there would always be someone remembering when I came and went. I dressed different than the socialites who lived, worked, and played in this section of town. I talked different, I looked different, and I drove a loud motorcycle. I stood out.

But, if I went back to mostly working in the bike shop, it shouldn’t matter as much. Hopefully.

My stomach growled, and we both looked at each other and grinned. She turned her e-reader off and we stood together.

Angelica did the eggs and biscuits, and I worked on the bacon and gravy. We had a rather large feast, and cleaned the kitchen together.

“Want you to ride with me to the compound today. On the back of my bike.”

She looked at me a few seconds before nodding. “I love riding with you. Always have. We only have boring roads between here and there, but I still get to be close to you.”

“But?” She’d taken a few moments to agree to it and I wanted to know why.

“I like having my own transportation, and I like riding my bike. Takes ten minutes to drive the three miles getting there, though. More stopping than driving, and I’d rather do it with my arms around you.”

The shop would only be open from one to six today, and we arrived a little before eight, so we’d have the place to ourselves for a while.

I
loved
working with Angelica. She knew what she was doing, she was methodical, and we were in agreement on the perfect setup for Dawg’s engine. We worked fast and smooth, our four hands working together as if from the same mind, and more than once I wanted to throw her on the floor and take her hard, but I held back. Tonight she’d get her reward spanking, and I wanted to keep the sexual tension going all day so she was wound tight before I even started.

I heard Gonzo and Dawg as they walked across the parking lot, and I breathed out in frustration. My wolf wanted to protect Angelica from Gonzo. Or, maybe it’s that he didn’t want Gonzo to see her as less than human — a cunt who could go off the rails at any time and wasn’t to be trusted.

Angelica gave me a sharp look as she picked up on my change of scent, but then looked to the door with a smile as Dawg and Gonzo came in. “We should have her back together this evening,” she told Dawg. “Maybe Bash’ll even let you take me on the test drive.”

I backed off and let her handle the gearbox without my hands on it to stabilize it. I knew she’d be okay, and I wanted to keep an eye on Gonzo.

I saw him watching her, studying, scrutinizing. He glanced at me, back to her, and then to Dawg. “You trust her with your bike like that?”

Dawg shrugged. “Girly learned from her daddy and Bash, and she comes with great references. She tuned it up the other day and it ran a shitload better. Can’t wait to see how my baby runs when I get her back.”

Gonzo opened his mouth and I stood and took a few steps toward him. I knew my body language was aggressive but I couldn’t find it in me to tone it down. “You need to be very careful about the next thing out of your mouth, brother. She’s my woman — she isn’t just another piece of ass.”

He held his hands out to the side and down, nonthreatening but yet ready to defend himself if I swung. “I can see that, Bash. Why don’t we all just hang out a bit and talk, so I can get to know her? She’s close enough to Dawg to want to ride on the back of his bike, but it almost seems you’ve kept her away from me.”

My wolf was soothed a little by Gonzo’s body language, but I still didn’t want him near her. “We’re busy. Want to get this done today. She has to go back to work tomorrow.”

“Bash.”

I turned to see Angelica standing over the bike on its stand, her hands out so she didn’t get even more grease on her clothes. She was beautiful, and I once again wanted to strip those jeans off her and pound her, but I lifted my eyebrows at her so she’d know she had my attention.

“I won’t hold you responsible if your friend’s an ass. We can work while they talk to us. He’s your brother, and I know you’re close, so I’d like to get to know him and see for myself if he’s a misogynistic asshole. If he gets on my nerves we’ll revisit this conversation, okay?”

“You told her I’m a misogynistic asshole?”

I shrugged as I turned back to him. “Not in those exact words. You’re my brother and I don’t know what I’d do without you, but you don’t have the best track record with other ol’ladies.”

“You’re one to talk. You might not’ve fucked up with Gen, but Harmony hated you as much as she hated me.”

“Yeah, but I’m not Brain. I won’t run the fuck away if you disrespect my woman.”

“Never said you would.”

“Dawg, can you hand me the wrench in Bash’s hand, please? We might be best off just sending those two outside to fight it out while you and I put your bike back together.”

I looked down, then turned to Angelica, my back to Gonzo. “Sorry, Princess. I’m coming back. Dawg’s clueless about which wrench to hand you.”

“No dude,” Dawg said with a laugh. “She edu-ma-cated me the other day, when she tuned it up.”

I shook my head at them as I held the wrench where Angelica needed me to, steadying the crankcase so she could work the gear box and cam chain into place.

“So, only her dad can call her Angel,” Gonzo mused, “and only you can call her Princess. The old-timers call her Punkin, but I’m not sure that fits her anymore. My first thought is how
wench
is awful close to
wrench
, but my guess is you’ll let me know how you feel about that nickname with your fist, so if we’re going with Wench, someone else’ll have to use it the first time.”

I didn’t respond, and he said, “Then again, she’s handlin’ that screwdriver like she knows what she’s doing, too.”

“Dude, shut up,” said Dawg. “Are you tryin’ to pick a fight?”

I kept my back to both of them. If I turned around there was a very good chance I’d send Gonzo flying across the garage with a single punch.

“Let’s go another direction,” Gonzo said, thoughtful. “Angelica to Jellicle… as in the cats. Maybe even Jellylorum, she was one of the sexy cats, right?”

“Tink,” said Dawg, as if it were a done deal. “Short for Tinkerbell. The girl who can fix anything.”

“Why the fuck do you know the names of the Jellicle Cats?” Angelica asked Gonzo.

Now, I swung my head around to look at him, and his face went dark, then sad, then pissed, and Dawg stepped between them to tell Angelica, “Isn’t important how or why he knows, Tink. Surprised he opened up enough to let you see the part of him that does, but drop it for now, yeah?”

“Tink isn’t much better than Girly,” she told him, thankfully changing the subject.

“Nothing says I won’t still call you Girly when it fits. Bash won’t tell me how much the parts for this rebuild are costing. Don’t suppose I can get it out of you?”

Angelica grinned at me and then shook her head at Dawg. “Keep telling you I grew up in the club, Dawg. Know what needs to stay between brothers. Ya’ll work that out between yourselves. I know my dad didn’t get as much out of the bike he swiped from me and sold as he put into the one he gave me. Said it was embarrassing for his daughter to be riding a pussy bike, so he gave me one with balls. Yours was worn the fuck out. Just consider she’s coming back to you all tight and warm and full of wiggle.”

“Damn, Girly. Now I’m thinkin’ Bash
definitely
needs to let me take you on the test drive.”

“No
fuckin’
way,” said Gonzo, looking back and forth between the three of us. Too late, I realized our scents and words had clued him in on just how close I’d let Dawg and Angelica get.

“Thought you said she wasn’t just a piece of ass? Thought she was s’posed to be different?”

“She is, Gonzo,” said Dawg, his voice soft and soothing, as if he were calming a wild animal. “Don’t push this, okay? Special circumstances.”

I turned and looked at Gonzo, waiting for whatever he said next. Our gazes locked for several dozen of my slow, calm, heartbeats. Whatever happened next, it hadn’t happened yet, and there was no reason for my biological responses to kick in until they had to.

Plus, he’d know how calm I was, and would realize the danger behind my clarity.

He shook his head and slumped his shoulders. “I can see I’m not welcome, in more ways than one. Ya’ll have a good afternoon.”

He turned and walked through the door, and Dawg said, “Dammit, Bash, go after him. He’s feeling left out, and I know you don’t want to make it a foursome but he needs to be included when we’re just hangin’ out.”

I looked at Angelica. “You good in here with Dawg for a bit?”

“Go. Fix things with Gonzo.”