Storm (Devil's Hornets MC) (20 page)

“Why should I, Jack? After this long period of time and your treatment of me… why should I give two shits about what you have to say?” This was harder than she thought it’d be, and where was the fucking elevator?

“You shouldn’t give two shits, but I’d like to tell you anyway.” Jack was calm… always calm. Maybe that was the problem. She was full of piss, vinegar, and passion, and he really couldn’t have cared less. It made her mad that he was trying to say that he’d been thinking about her when he just happened to see her at the hospital. He didn’t know she was going to be there because he looked as surprised as she felt when those elevator doors opened.

She looked up into his face, and she shouldn’t have. Those everything eyes he had with the brown, blue, yellow and green in strategic spots pleaded for forgiveness. Could she say no? She could but she didn’t want to. Fuck, damn, and shit.

“I may have a little time tonight when I get off work, but I don’t want to meet at my apartment.” She was such a wuss. It was the eyes that made her give in, and she had to find a way to get through the meeting they were supposed to have, if he even showed up. Jack hadn’t ever been a game player that she knew of, but she wondered about everything that came out of his mouth now.

“You know as well as I do that we can’t be seen together. I won’t put you in danger again. If you want to see me and you don’t want it to be in your apartment, we’ll have to wait until I can find a good spot.” He was looking around even as the words left his mouth, and although that should have made her feel protected, it only made her feel pissed. She wanted him to buck the system and figure out a way for them to be together… come hell or high water, but she just didn’t inspire that kind of commitment or fanfare she guessed. He was more in the “let’s just stay in and hide from everyone” train of thought, but she was way over that.

“Fuck,” she said startling him and the people walking by them. “Fine, come to my apartment at 7pm, and you better be talking when I open the door. You have one hour.”

Ding.

Finally the dumb ass elevator doors opened up, and Natalie stepped on without confirming whether Jack would be at her house this evening or not. She’d get ready, but if he didn’t come, she wouldn’t be that upset. Natalie was still disappointed with herself about how happy she was to see him. The fucker. She shouldn’t have been so agreeable, but when he said he had to work something out with her and he wanted it to be in her apartment or they’d have to wait, she suddenly wanted to know what he was going to say. She could have kicked herself for being such a nosy bitch, but it was what it was, and she wanted to know what was going on with him. She’d hurry to get home so she could use her vibrator before he got there or all of her bravado would be gone as fast as she’d have dropped her panties to be fucked. She was so lame.

Jack was a decisive man who didn’t like to take anything from anyone and always did what he thought was best for people he cared for, but looking at Natalie’s shocked face when she saw him in the elevator had taken his breath away. It seemed like he’d not really been living in the months they’d been apart. The frustration that came from her was something he’d never seen before, but he knew more than anyone else that grief and anger can change a person.

He was at Natalie’s door right on time, but it didn’t seem like anyone was home. Jack wondered if she planned on trying to punish him by not being there. If that was the case, he would wait. After a few more knocks, he could hear her coming to the door and was relieved that they would be able to talk.

When the door opened, he wondered if he’d be able to find words to express himself. It wasn’t like he hadn’t gotten his cock sucked in the last few months. He’d had that done quite often as he didn’t think the relationship with Natalie could go anywhere, and he wasn’t going to walk around with blue balls in the day and cumming up his sheets with dreams of the woman he couldn’t have at night. She was dressed to entice and to cause a disturbance. His Natalie was either trying to see if he was still attracted to her or this was her way of driving him out of his mind. With her attitude earlier, it was probably both.

“Come in,” she said in a voice that didn’t sound particularly welcoming, but the door was open and she made the motion for him to enter her home.

He’d brought her a bottle of her favorite wine, not that he thought that would soften her up; he’d hoped that it would make her mad and she would lose the ice queen act that she was putting on for him. She took the bottle from his hand and read the label, but she didn’t say anything to him about it.

“Did you want to taste this?” She asked, and the sexual innuendo slid all around that phrase.

“I always want a taste, Natalie; you don’t even have to ask.” Jack didn’t know what was up with her. She seemed different… a little wilder maybe? Whatever attitude adjustment she’d gone through was sexy as hell. It appeared his little angel wanted some payback, and she was entitled to it… up to a point. He wasn’t anyone’s bitch, and she needed to know that too.

“I wouldn’t say that you always want a taste, Jack. You have to be where the offering is to accept it.” She seemed calm as she led him to the kitchen to get some glasses for the beverage he’d brought, but there was a fire in her that seemed to be like humidity in the air. It was a seductive vibe that was making it hard to concentrate on what he wanted to say. This “fuck you” attitude was really working on him… who knew?

Unf… he was going to like this, but he decided to see where she was going with it. There were things he wanted to talk to her about, but if she wanted to do something other than talking to kick this whole thing off, who was he to say no?

“I’m here now, and I want whatever you’ve got for me.” He enjoyed the twinkle in her eye as they played this little game where he didn’t know the rules.

“Stand over by the wall and take your cock out of your pants,” she ordered and he was once again shocked that this borderline submissive woman was softly calling out instructions. That made him hard so fast he felt light headed, but he did what she asked, hoping she’d get on her knees and suck him off. He’d not been celibate, but no body that he’d been with measured up to the feeling he got when Natalie opened up her soft sweet mouth and blew his mind along with his cock, but she wasn’t bending, so he didn’t think that was going to be in his immediate future. She watched as he did as she commanded, but there was no pleasure on her face as she made that little face she did when she started day dreaming and seemed like she was on another planet.

“Was your plan to get me to stand here with my cock in my hand while you stare at the merchandise?” His voice was so gruff it almost didn’t sound like it was his, but it got her moving. She was going the opposite way of where he was standing, but there was movement.

“That wasn’t my plan at all. I’m just going with what feels right.” She walked along the border of the room, but no matter how far away she got from him, she never moved her gaze from his body. “Stroke from the base of your cock to the tip, but then pull off. Do it until I say stop.”

Who was this woman? There was no harm in tugging his soldier in front of her, so he did as she asked, but the surprise was how erotic it was to listen to her melodic voice as she thought she was teaching him a lesson. Little did she know it wasn’t going to pain him at all to jerk off in her living room while she looked on. It was one of the best things that had happened to him in a good long while. He knew that was because he missed her, but this situation was damned hot.

“Now show me what you do when you’re all alone in your bed. If that ever happens.” She seemed so in control, and he knew that’s what she needed to be, but fuck if he didn’t want to either help her to her knees so he could feed her his meat or spin her and pull down the shorts she had on as he slid into her wet pussy.

“Is that a question or a direction?” He continued stroking for her and enjoyed the fact that she looked as hungry as he felt and his question threw her off somehow.

“No. I just wanted to tell you what I wanted to see. I’m sure you weren’t sitting around lonely just because your last toy was deemed unavailable to you.” She looked into his eyes briefly, and he wondered if she was hiding something, because, now that he’d thought about it, she’d not really looked him in the face since he’d gotten there.

“Natalie?” He dropped his hand from doing her bidding now that he questioned why she was doing this. She wasn’t getting anything out of it, and it was possible this whole thing was sending her to a bad place. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He knew she’d have some misconceptions, and that’s what he’d come over to talk about, but the thought of anything sexual with Natalie, the woman who’d been on his mind for the last few months, was more than he had within him to turn her away.

“No talking. I want to see how well you can stroke off your thick hard cock. Stroke harder and just move up and down.” She focused on him and what he was doing.

Somewhere in there, he’d started doing that anyway, but figured that if this is all she wanted, it would probably be good to get finished and either start on her or tell her what was going on.

Walking over to his side, she put her hand out to touch him, and he could feel his abdominal muscles jump just a bit. When she took her finger and ran it through the thick drop of pre-cum on his tip, his hips jutted a little. It struck him that she may just be trying to drive him crazy. That wouldn’t be hard to do; he’d been living on the edge of madness since she’d been abducted. All he needed was the smallest of pushes.

“What is this, Natalie?” This was a simple hand job that he was giving himself, but for some reason it felt much more personal with Natalie directing his movements and the placement of her one small finger.

“What’s what? I’ve not seen you in a while, and I miss watching you and hearing you come for me. I know you wanted to talk, and I guess we’ll get to that but first I want something for me.” Now that they were this close together, she was back to staring at anything but his face. The gaze she was putting on his cock was like a physical touch, and as much as she probably didn’t want to acknowledge it, she had missed him too.

He wasn’t sure what she wanted because this was new to him, and this wasn’t anything they’d ever discussed. “I’m glad to give you what you want to a point.” Jack’s breathing had become labored, and his cock was enjoying the touch of just her one finger sliding around in his mess.

“What point is that?” she asked.

“I’ll tell you when we get there.” He didn’t want her to stop or think about her actions, but he wanted her to know there may be a time she’s not in control and he’ll not be taking instructions.

Just as he was settling into a good rhythm that was going to have him painting her floor with a nice sticky white substance, she put her hand on his cock and slid his hand off. Nothing could have pleased him more even though she still wasn’t moving toward the floor.

“Have you thought about what I was going through in the last ten weeks?” She said with a voice that was full of something he couldn’t identify. It wasn’t fair to ask him questions when he was this close to climax. There was no blood in his brain to help him think this through. When she wrapped the soft cool fingers of her other hand around his balls and pulled them away from his body as she stroked him, he was left more unable to put a lot of thought and focus on her question. The only thing he could concentrate on not panting, or breathing too hard in her ear.

“Yessss,” he hissed out.

“Did you ever think to check on me yourself? Were you given reports on how I was doing, or did you just consider me someone the club could look out for?” She was stroking faster and her grip was the perfect amount of firm. There was no way he was going to get out of here with his mind intact, because this mind fuck was more than he’d ever been through himself.

There was something he needed to say — words that had to be expressed — but this experience had him so close to spilling his load into her hand. “Wait,” he said, hoping she would let him go so he could get a few words together.

“No.” She moved her hand faster as she moved her body closer to his. He could smell her sexy scent, and he wasn’t sure if he was delusional or not, but just the faintest aroma of her arousal wafted to his nose. He moved his hand down to cup her pussy in his hand only to have her push her away. “This is just for you. Right now,” was what she whispered in his ear.

“I want to taste you, Natalie. Just the thought of your pussy this close to me makes me want to throw you down, rip off your panties, and feast on you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She was torn; it was something he noticed she did a lot when she was making an important decision but didn’t know which to choose. He knew that the thought was to get him all hot and bothered, but she must not have realized it would do the same thing to her too. Moving to stand in directly in front of him, he wondered if now was the time she would suck him off. As much as he wanted it… he didn’t want her to do it. He was feeling so wound up. What would stop him from grabbing on to her soft pretty hair and fucking his cock into her wet warm mouth? Nothing except her telling him to stop, but he didn’t think she would, and he couldn’t bear to hurt her.

She let go of his balls to pull down the stretchy top that was holding her breasts and the groan that released from his throat at the same time sounded primal. He wanted to suck the pink tips into his mouth and bite her like he knew she liked, but she’d replaced her hands to the place they were before, and it didn’t look like she was going to be offering him any of her sweet tits.

“You like coming on my tits don’t you, Jack?” She purred stroking him long and hard. There was no way he was going to last even a couple more minutes.

“Yes,” he answered and hoped he didn’t take her fucking eye out with how hard he was going to squirt.

“Then do it… come for me,” she purred and kept up the pressure and speed of her stroke.

That was all his body needed apparently because he began to roar like a damned lion while he fucked up into her hand. She had her head down when he first started, but when he was finally finished, she lifted her head to look at him. The first thing he noticed was the glob of come on her cheek and then her pink tongue cleaning his spunk from around her mouth. Holy hell, he wanted this woman. It didn’t matter what he had to do or where he had to go. They needed to be together.

“Baby, that was awesome,” he told her as she backed up away from him and headed for the kitchen.

Looking down at his cock that didn’t want to deflate all the way like it was hoping if it could just stay hard it would get some more action. When she strolled back into the room, Jack noticed that he was still fully clothed, and beside her grade A tits, she was pretty much clothed as well. No one had ever rocked his world with a hand job and instructions while he was still clothed, but all was not right in the kingdom. The natives were restless and not happy at all.

“Natalie?” Jack walked toward her as she exited the kitchen and he took the cloth that she handed him.

“I want you to go, Jack,” she told him in a voice that brooked no argument.

There he was. Standing in the living room with his dick out and holding a wet cloth feeling like he had been given a powerful one two punch. What the hell happened?