Devil's Girl: Dust Bowl Devils MC (10 page)

His hand slid down me back and pulled me tight against him.
Yes,
I thought as he ground his cock against my stomach,
Yes, finally.
Why the hell was I still in my clothes?

He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my chin, then my neck, sucking and biting, his tongue teasing my heated skin. “Theo,” I whispered.

Abruptly, he withdrew. He pushed me up so I was kneeling. “Strip.” Moving as quickly as I could, I pulled my top up. It wasn’t fast enough for him. He was on me in a second, yanking the fabric roughly over my head and ripping at the button of my pants before the shirt even hit the floor. The pants followed immediately after.

“On your back,” he growled. Again, I couldn’t move fast enough. He grabbed my wrists and smashed them down against the pillows above my head, trapping them together in one hand. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue in my mouth in a flash, thrusting, slow, then hard and rough, a vulgar imitation of sex. My pussy throbbed in anticipation, begging for the same.

Still holding my wrists, he moved down to my breasts. His mouth clamped onto one of my hardened, pink nipples, and he bit down. I gasped, and then squirmed as he soothed away the sting with the flat of his tongue.

“Keep your arms as they are,” he said as he released them. Then he quirked an eyebrow, waiting for a response.

“Okay.” I nodded for emphasis. He moved lower, trailing wet kisses down my abdomen until he was kneeling between my legs. He exhaled a hot breath against my pussy.

I trembled with anticipation. I tried to speak, but his mouth was on me before I could formulate a word. He pulled my wet folds between his lips, one and then the other, stroking them slowly with his tongue. He was rough, the suction just hard enough to be on the right side of painful. My breath came in little gasps. He nipped and sucked until my pussy lips were swollen and throbbing, his tongue dancing across the satiny skin. My clit twitched and twinged as if begging for attention itself, but he stayed away. He seemed to want to tease and torture me until I begged.

When his fingers found and circled my opening, I loosed a long, low moan. “God, Theo, you’re driving me crazy.” He pressed his finger just a fraction of an inch inside. My hips lifted, begging for more, and he chuckled.

“Shh,” he said, slowly sliding his digit further. He withdrew, then thrust back inside, hard. I made a strangled sound and buried my fingers in his hair before I thought about what I was doing.

“No.” He sat back and gathered my wrists in his hands. “What did I say?”

“Not to move, I’m sorry!” The words came out rapidly, like they were one long word altogether. He moved his body over mine and placed my arms back where they were, leaning his weight against my wrists. He guided his cock against my sopping wet entrance with his other hand, looking down between us and groaning.

But he didn’t thrust inside me, though I writhed and bucked my hips against him. He stayed just out of reach. “Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do better.”

He didn’t reply. He rubbed the head of his cock between my folds, spreading the moisture there to stroke against my clit. It sent sharp twinges of pleasure through my limbs. “If I had you back home,” he said, “I’d bind you like this.”

“I’d love it if you did.” He alternated between thrusting just his tip at my opening and rubbing against my clit. It was driving me seriously crazy. I tossed my head back and forth, feeling a little out of control. “Please.”

“You think this is begging?” he growled against my ear. “I’d tie your arms above your head, standing up so I could see every inch of you.” He nipped my bottom lip, then kissed it softly. “And lick every inch of you. And correct you when you’re
bad.
” The last word came out as a deep rumble. He backed off his teasing and with no warning, slapped my pussy with a loud
smack.

My entire body clenched hard. I cried out at the unexpected pain, and the sharp spike of arousal that followed. I felt like I was leaking cream. His fingers found the fresh flood and he grinned. “You like all that?”

“Yes, yes,” I chanted as he stroked his cock against my clit again. “Please, Theo, I’m close, so close…”

“Stay as you are this time.”

“I swear I will!”

He released my wrists and had his mouth of my clit fast, sucking hard, rubbing it with his tongue. I came hard and fast, my moans and cries reaching a crescendo as my pussy clenched, gripping at something that wasn’t there, yet. My hips lifting with a mind of their own, but Theo held them steady.

Then he was climbing up my quaking body. He pulled me close as the waves of intense pleasure finally subsided. My head clearing, I kissed his ear, flicked his earlobe with my tongue, and said, “Fuck me, Theo. I want you so bad.” I rocked my hips against him enticingly. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to. I’ll be good.”

“On your hands and knees.” I scrambled into position, thrusting my ass in the air and looking over my shoulder. A whimper escaped me as he got into position. Locking eyes, he teased my opening for just a moment more before slamming inside.

My walls stretched painfully around the sudden intrusion, but the sensation was delicious. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass as he thrust into me. His cock moved fast and deep, claiming every inch of my sex. His hands ran down my sides, hot against my skin, then found my tits. Kneading, pulling at my nipples just hard enough to make me writhe, he fucked me with the fury of a man who had been holding back for too long. Like a caged animal finally set free.

With pressure on the back of my neck, he pushed my head down to the pillows, then leaned in with a little more weight to hold me there. I was feeling animalistic myself - wild, out of control. I submitted to his every touch, moving as he indicated, lower against the bed until my ass was only barely elevated. He couldn’t push as deep, but when he had me press my legs together, the friction, the pull and drag on my inner walls was incredible. I couldn’t form any words aside from his name.

His fingers traveled down my belly and found my clit. I cried out at just the light contact. When he stroked it with a slow, gentle circle, I tensed and trembled; the heat and the pressure at my core built and nearly burst. But he backed off. I groaned in frustration; he brought me to the edge again, only to halt just before I came. It was infuriating and exquisite at the same time. Our sweat mingled; our grunts and cries filled the room.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, then kissed the shell of my ear. “Do you want to come? Did you learn your lesson?”

“Don’t move when you say don’t move,” I said, my voice sounding strained.

“That’s good, honey.” He rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb, increasing pressure with the quick and hard rhythm of his thrusts. “Come for me, now.”

I held my breath as a white hot orgasm exploded through me. It went on and on, like the endless tides breaking against the shore. I shook with the force of it. My inner walls clenched and released his furiously pounding shaft over and over.

It pulled him over the edge with me. Sinking his teeth into my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, he groaned and rooted as deep inside me as he could get. His cock jerked and pulsed as it emptied its hot seed, coating my walls with each jet.

We remained like that, Theo breathing heavily, me frozen with disbelief and wonder that anything could ever feel so good, so
right.
I was in real trouble, sinking into feelings for him that I knew better than to have - especially for a biker, especially for one that wasn’t sticking around. When he collapsed to his side, I stretched out with my back against his chest. I couldn’t look at his face. I was afraid of saying something stupid.

“You okay?” he mumbled. He was drifting off to sleep again. His arms wrapped around me tight, and he sighed with contentment.
Yeah, I better just keep my mouth shut before all sorts of stupid starts pouring out.
I made a muffled sound of affirmation, happy to drift off for a while longer with him.

Something woke me just two or three hours later. Some noise. I opened my eyes and found Theo pulling on his boots. My clothes were folded neatly on the bed next to me.

I sat up with a start. “Are you kicking me out? Are you seriously leaving right now?”

He avoided my eyes. “We’ve all got things to do today, I’m sure.”

I closed my eyes. “You’re pushing me away again.”

“Ivy…”

"Why?" I leaned out and grabbed his hand. "Do you have a girl back home? Or is it just me?" I fought back the tears that threatened to spill. "Is it because of what I am?"

He scowled with confusion. "What you are?"

"A biker bitch. A bar bitch. A fucking whore." I spit the word out. Nella never let anyone say it, but it hung in the air, dangling above me and above her and Dawn like an invisible odor, tainting everything we did. I was afraid I'd never escape it, and Theo's rejection confirmed that fear.

But he surprised me. "No!" He dropped into a crouch in front of me and took both my hands in his. "It's nothing like that, Ivy. I..."

"Then tell me."

"I'm afraid I'll ruin you."

I snorted. "For sex?"

"Not that. You... You're special. You have this... this joy." He struggled with his words, and I waited patiently, having no clue what he was getting at. I was already anxious for him - it was the most words I'd heard the man string together in one sitting. "This absolute glee at just being alive. I watch you and I can see it in everything you do. Everything you touch. Even when you're unhappy, it's there.

And I'm afraid I'll kill it. I'd rather leave here and never look back than do that."

I was blown away. I had been called an optimist before. And my excitement in the mornings could drive people nuts. But I'd never heard it put quite like that.
Second chances at life can do that people
. I shook the thought away and focused on Theo.

"You're afraid you'll drag me down?" He nodded. "Look around you. Look at what I do. If all this hasn't dragged me down, you certainly won't." He started to speak, but I laid a finger on his lips. "Maybe I'll drag you up. And maybe that's what you're afraid of." The surprise on his face confirmed it for me. That was it. He was afraid I'd make him happy.
But why?

I sank to the floor, kneeling between his knees and leaning in close. He avoided my eyes. I touched his face and whispered, "Let me make you happy, Theo." His lips parted to speak, but I silenced him again, leaning in and kissing him gently. "You can't do what you did and not give a girl a chance. I just wanted a quick fuck, but you fucking made love to me and you know it." I kissed him again, lingering, and finally be responded and kissed me back. His hands spread on my back and he pressed me closer. "I don't deserve this," he breathed.

Then he was withdrawing, backing away again. He spoke fast.
More words. Too many words and all of them excuses.
“It’s not just that. I’m dangerous, Ivy. I came here chasing these two guys from my club - exiled guys, fucking
monsters
that I’ve been tasked with taking out. You can’t be near this. You can’t be near
me.
”

“Is that why they were shooting at me?”

He shook his head. “Yes and no. That was just another warning. We’re disrupting all their trade, all their shipments.” A dark look descending on his features. “Setting their kidnapped girls free. They’re
pissed.
Which is why you have to stay away and watch your back. I won’t have them snatching you up, too.”

“Fuck that,” I snarled, “You think these guys here aren’t dangerous? I manage. I can handle more than you think.”

But he was shaking his head. “Not like this.”

I stood up fully naked and unashamed. “If you’re gonna get your fucking panties in a wad right now then go ahead. Run off. But there’s something here and you damn well know it, and I’m not through with you. You’re hurting my feelings pretty damn bad, but I’m
not
through.” Then I gathered my clothes with as much dignity as I could muster and marched to the bathroom. I slammed the door as hard as I could, sat on the cool tile floor, and listened and waited for him to leave.

He did just a few minutes later. I pounded my fists on the floor and shouted with frustration. Why did he have to be such a stubborn asshole? I wasn’t looking to be his damn old lady; I knew he’d be leaving town eventually. But goddamn, was it so awful to spend time with me that he had to go running for the hills afterwards?