Misappropriate (8 page)

“Ah! Fuck!” He tightened his grip on her hair and held her head in place, thrusting into her wet mouth as cum jetted from him. He kept his dick in her mouth, her head in place, until his breathing slowed. Only then did he pull away and release her hair.

“Now will you kiss me?”

Hands behind his head, he popped an eye open. “You want a kiss, baby?”

She nodded.

“Come here.”

She crawled next to him, her heavy breasts hanging, hovering near Johnnie’s mouth. He sat further up and sucked a tight nipple into his mouth while guiding her onto her back. She moaned and he raised his head.

“If you want a kiss, gorgeous, I’ll give you a kiss you won’t forget.”

Her breath caught. He knew she expected him to roam up instead of heading south. There were kisses and there were kisses. Some were the sweet, romantic kind with romance in the air and oh-so-gentle seduction involving two mouths, two sets of lips, two tongues. Others were hot, wicked kisses containing one set of lips attached to one mouth, one tongue, and a pair of slick pussy lips.

He ran his tongue along the creamy seam of her folds, pushing her legs wide open. He circled her bare outer lips before opening them and licking his way around the inner folds, circling her clit but never quite touching it. He speared his tongue into her pussy and she screamed.

“My God,” she groaned. “Who taught you to eat pussy like this?”

He didn’t answer her, instead enjoying his cunt feast. Removing his tongue from her hot body, he pushed the hood of her clit back, exposing the most sensitive part of her and gave her what she asked for, a kiss. He pressed kiss after kiss against her before lapping. She thrashed against him, tugging at his hair, her legs trembling through her orgasm.

Oh, he wasn’t halfway finished eating her pussy. She wanted a kiss, then a kiss she’d get. Her juices clung to his lips, his chin, his nose. She’d come all over the place. Showing her just a slight bit of mercy, he blew on her clit, lubricating his fingers with her wetness and spreading her ass cheeks. He inserted a finger in each part of her and began swiping his tongue over her clit, massaging the thing membrane separating her pussy and ass, keeping her in place by pressing his other hand against her belly.

              Her screams and sobs gratified him and when she came again, he removed his finger but not his mouth, sucking her pussy until she begged him to stop and he pulled away. He sat up to get another condom. He took her fast and hard, her feet resting on his shoulders, the sound of his movements in her soaked pussy spurring him to harder drives into her. Burying his head against her shoulder, he closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, flowers and sex and sweat. He bit her ear, fingered her clit until she reached her orgasm, then emptied into the condom.

              He remained inside of her for a few minutes, before withdrawing and getting to his feet to discard the condom in the bathroom. When he returned, she had sat up and looked so sad. He got his cigarettes and offered her one but she declined with a shake of her head.

              “I-I need to leave.”

              Johnnie nodded.

              “I…my clothes are in my car and my jacket is somewhere out in the main room.”

              He sucked on his cigarette, thinking about what would happen to her if she went back out there with no clothes on, looking as thoroughly used as she had been. He doubted Christopher remained in the main room. He’d only wanted to gather some information and then get back to Megs and he didn’t have any idea what Val, Mortician, and Digger might be up to by now.

Silent, Johnnie grabbed his jeans and slipped them up. He yanked open a desk drawer and stopped short as a photo of Megs greeted him.

              Johnnie swallowed, grabbed his gun, and slammed the drawer shut. He turned, the .38 still gripped in his hand. The woman let out a frightened cry. With a sigh, Johnnie shoved the weapon into the waistband of his pants.

              “I don’t kill or hurt women. Who the hell knows what’s going on out there by now? I might have to pistol whip some asshole or shoot the shit out of them as I escort you to your car.”

              After finding her a shirt and a pair of his shorts, he led her out of the room. Just as he suspected, the festivities had elevated to an orgy with brothers fucking the hired whores wherever and however while the Bobs sucked dick. Walking through the crowd, two naked girls approached him, ignoring the prostitute he was leading away.

              “Not tonight,” he said with a wink, pausing when one of the brothers approached the woman he’d just fucked. “She’s with me, Bowlie.”

              “Th-thank you,” she said when they left the noise of the clubhouse behind and reached the outdoors. Worry for her safety made him frown. It was cold and foggy. Though he’d probably never see her again, he’d just spent hours having sex with her. For now, in this freezing night, he felt a sense of responsibility for her.

He followed her to her car, impressed by her late model Mazda Miata MX-5. “Are you sure you’re going to be all right to drive?” he asked. Whatever other part of his soul he’d lost, he still protected women, thought they were the most amazing creatures on the face of the earth. “We can go back to my room. Spend the night together.” He shrugged. “Talking. Drinking. Having sex. Your choice.” Especially because he wasn’t sure what he wanted or needed right then.

She stared up at him, the spotlights glaring around them burning through the low fog and outlining her perfect features. “Kissing?”

He scowled, then sighed, wondering why it was so important to her that they kissed. The wind howled and she hugged her arms about herself. “No. I’ll kiss your pussy. The lovely globes of your ass cheeks. I’ll lick you from your toes all the way up to your thighs. But kiss you? No. That I won’t do.”

Her lips parted and the cold air chafed her skin red. Still, he knew his words had affected her.

“Not even to keep me out of this weather? Keep me here and safe?”

Johnnie lifted a brow, amusement dancing through him. “It’s your life, gorgeous. If you want to gamble with it by attempting to manipulate me into giving you your way, that’s your business.”

She lifted her chin, her lips thinning.

“I want you safe,” he reiterated.

              Vulnerability and genuine shock shone in her brown eyes, as if the idea of anyone concerning themselves with her safety was shocking. And, maybe, it was. For all her refined beauty, she was a whore. High-classed, but a whore all the same. Yet, he’d never hold her past against her—or any woman. Not when he had so many sins of his own staining his soul.

On impulse, Johnnie pulled her into his arms and hugged her, kissing her temple. “Thank you, gorgeous,” he whispered, caressing her cheek. She was making her choice and he’d abide by it. “I had a wonderful time with you.”

              She nodded. “Same here.”

              Once she used her keyless entry, he opened the door and held it until she got in. She smiled at him and he gave her a two-fingered salute before she started the car and drove away.

Chapter 4

The covers tangled about her, Meggie tossed and glanced at the clock. 3:00 AM. CJ had awakened at midnight, falling back to sleep about thirty minutes ago. She was happy that the effects of Dinah’s actions had worn off long enough for him to remain awake more than fifteen or twenty minutes. But, as he was awakening, she was controlling her disappointment that Christopher hadn’t called her back. Farrah and Lacey had gone to the strip club, then called and said they’d picked up a couple guys and were going home with them. Instead of sharing the king-sized bed with her girlfriends, she had the bed all to herself while Dinah was on the sofa in the living area. After a hellish day, she needed a moment to unwind.

Turning towards the closed draperies of the hotel window, she debated whether or not to get up and glance outside. Maybe search for the moon and glimpse the shadow of the Olympic Mountains rising in the distance, since the darkness would swallow the beauty of Puget Sound.

She twisted again, the core of her feeling empty and unfulfilled. Neglected. She groaned, flushing with desire and embarrassment. Lovemaking had become a daily part of her life and she enjoyed it as much as Christopher did. There wasn’t one part of her body he’d left untouched. The only times he hadn’t made love to her was the six weeks she’d needed to heal after giving birth to CJ and the two days he’d pissed her off over Derby’s blatant cheating. They even made love during
that time of the month
.

She pushed her heels into the mattress, her legs falling open, bare beneath her short nightie. She pressed her palm against her sex and bit her lip to keep from moaning, her nipples hard.

Opening herself, she fingered her clit and shivered. She caressed the swollen nub, applying pressure, closing her eyes and imagining Christopher’s touch and rough words.

“
Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good, Megan.
”

She whimpered and arched her back, licking her lips.

“Fuck! Suck every drop of cum from me, baby.”

“All of it,” she breathed, as if he were there to hear her, her juices slipping onto her fingers, her orgasm closing in on her and tightening her belly. Pleasure washed over her in waves and she groaned Christopher’s name, rocking her hips to the rhythm of her fingers.

Before she had a chance to spiral down, the sound of her cellphone pealed through the quiet and she jumped. Not wanting CJ to wake up, she answered the phone, her voice still breathy from her orgasm.

Instead of a response, silence met her. “Christopher?” She knew it was him because he had a special ringtone—
One and Only
by Adele.

“What the fuck you doin’?” he asked.

“Trying to sleep,” she responded and frowned at the annoyance in his voice.

“Why you sound like you just got fucked, Megan?”

She sighed. “Because I just got through touching myself.” Why bother with trying to hide it from him? He’d get the truth from her eventually.

Silence, then a hoarse, “Fuck me. You playin’ with your pussy, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her clit swelling in need all over again. “I want you.”

“Yeah? What do you want from me?”

She loved the deep rumble of his voice. When they were intimate, the timbre pitched lower and drove her crazy. She liked his dirty talk and learned to do it herself. But she was usually in his arms, staring into the intensity of his green eyes.

“I want your cock deep inside me, Christopher,” she responded. Her nipples had swelled and overflowed with milk. The material of her nightie clung to her, the throbbing deep in her core pulsing through her entire body.

“Put your fingers in your pussy, Megan,” he ordered and she nearly came just from the roughness in his voice.

She opened her legs, slid her hand across the satin of her outfit, the lace edging, the soft curls covering her sex and found her slippery heat. She inserted her fingers and released a little cry.

“Fuck, Megan. My dick is as hard as stone, thinkin’ about your delicious pussy all hot and swollen. I want inside you, baby.”

“I want you inside me, too. You make me crazy, Christopher. I love the way you taste.” She thrust her fingers deeper and expanded them, opening her tender walls. “The way you smell.” She whimpered and arched her back. “The way you feel.”

“Lick your pussy juice from your fingers and let me hear you sucking them. Like you slurp my dick.”

“You make me—“ lick, slurp—“feel so—“ slurp, lick—“nasty.”

He chuckled. “Come for me, Megan,” he demanded.

She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out too loud.

“Your pussy is dripping for me, ain’t it?”

God, instead of helping her through it, he was making it worse.

“I could just slide my dick in you you’re so wet, yeah?”

Her body jerked and her chest heaved, the hand holding the phone shaking. Somehow, she managed to gasp out, “Yes. You make me so wet.”

“I’m gonna fuckin’ pound your pussy all night, Megan. Hear me?”

Her brain told her to shut up, but her body didn’t allow it and she let out a wail, her eyes rolling back in her head, her breathing harsh and heavy.

CJ started to whine just as the door swung open. “Megan, what’s going on in here?” Dinah asked.

Megan squeaked in surprise. Her mother’s voice and her son’s cry dousing her haze of pleasure. “Oh my God! Momma,
get out
,” she almost snarled, pulling the covers over the lower half of her body.

“What the fuck that bitch doin’ in your room, Megan?” Christopher growled.

“Can I call you back?” Megan whispered, mortified.

“No!” he barked. “But you
can
come open the fuckin’ door.”

It took five minutes before Megan opened the fucking door, during which time Christopher grew more and more pissed. After going out and checking with some of the other brothers about what they knew about a Cee Cee motherfucker, Christopher decided to hit the road, after ordering Johnnie to meet them here tomorrow evening, so they could ride back in his Navigator while his cousin drove Christopher’s Harley. Christopher had been unable to get any information on Cee Cee. All he knew was the motherfucker showed up at his club, and then somehow ended the fuck up on the same fucking flight as Megan. Shit wasn’t fucking flying.