Banging Reaper (7 page)

“Fuck me!” I groan loudly, my breath coming out in a sharp burst of air.

“Oh, fuck me!” I yell.

“That's right you big pussy, cry like a baby!” Dale grunts as he twists my stiff legs back into shape.

“Good god, you’re going to break me!” I wince as he twists my right leg to just about the opposite way it’s supposed to bend. “Fuuuuccckkkk.”

“That’s right big boy, take it all,” Dale grunts out again all the while chuckling as he then twists my leg back in a different direction.

“Seriously, I just fought last night. Go easy on me.”

“Nah, you left me at the stadium last night. Remember?” Dale snickers as I try to push him away.

I am as weak as a baby kitten right now.

I worked every single second since I got into the gym, trying to exercise the built up tension in my body. No doubt I will be feeling this tomorrow.

I fought last night and returned to the gym for more punishment. I know I was full of caffeine by the time I got to Avery's apartment but fuck me! That was over four hours ago, and before Dale got to me. Now I am hurting and ready for a long sauna.

“Ow, fuck! Enough!” I bellow as I roll myself off the table Dale has been abusing me on and onto my feet.

Dale has that fucking grin on his face, fucker probably got some last night. Good for him, he finally got his balls wet by the Doc. They should be good for each other.

“Get a shower champ,” he snickers to me before walking over to the bench and pulling out his cell phone.

Looking over to the clock on the wall, I grimace at the time. Fuck, eight more hours till she’s off and I really don't think I can work out till then. I mean I could but at some point my body will just end up collapsing.

Maybe I could go beat on Ethan some more.

I can probably go get my purse check, but the bank won't be open till Monday. And on a Saturday when I should be resting, I am as tense as can be.

My hands keep feeling empty and after having that sexy fucking raven-haired beauty's ass in my hands, I don't know if they will feel normal until I get them back on her body.

I head into the showers and turn the water on full blast until it’s all hot with barely any cold. I’m not sure how big the gyms hot water tanks are but they have never failed to keep me hot and steamy for an entire shower.

As I wash my body down, I rub hard on the black and blue areas, trying to help some that still have small knots behind them. My legs look like shit, repeated heavy kicks will do that to them, and my stomach is still sore on one side from the punches Ethan landed there.

Damn. The only thing didn't hurt from my fight is my cock, and that treacherous bastard is aching for Avery. I can normally keep it in control enough that I don't just thump a girl into the wall and try to dry hump her brains out, but something about Avery has me all riled up.

I grip my cock in my hand, it’s already hard as the steel beams holding this building up. I can feel the tightness in my aching balls. The pressure is just beneath my skin. I can feel all the hot tense feelings right there.

God, I want to feel her soft velvety lips sliding around my cock. I want to piston inside her until I empty all of my seed inside her hot wet pussy. I start to speed up my stroke. I can feel myself boiling with pressure. It feels like I am going to explode.

Just the thought of her lying under me, writhing on the bed as I slam into her makes me fucking burn. I want to claim her as mine and drown her in my cum… Fuck.

I can feel those long and strong legs wrapped around me. Her thighs are hot and soft as they crush my hips in their clench.

Thinking of her breasts encased in silk arouses the fuck out of me. But for some reason the fact that she had on simple black boy short panties just hits that kink inside me. I like lace but a girl who makes simple panties like that arousing is just too fucking hot. I wish I would have gotten her bra off, so I had just a few moments to suck on her beautiful nipples.

I explode on the wall with a loud grunt as I stroke myself through the orgasm and into the slow sedation that follows.

Shaking my head, I rinse my body off and shake the last of the arousal out of my body. I feel like I barely let any pressure off. If anything my body is even antsier, anxiously waiting to see her again.

I send Avery a quick text as soon as it hits 8:15.  I can't wait any longer, I want to see my raven-haired beauty.  I don't know if the evening will end with me letting out all the pressure that has been building inside me but I sure hope so.

Me:
Where are you at?  Do you need a ride home from work?

Shit, I need to make sure I am not sounding like a desperate ass.

Avery:
I'm at home, what's up?

Me:
I'll be there in fifteen minutes.

Avery:
What do you mean you will be here in fifteen minutes?  Did you ask me out for a date?

Shit. Shit. Shit.  Is she fucking with me?  I run my hand through my hair and take a long moment to breathe out.  Inhale and exhale.  I need to relax here.  She could feel absolutely nothing like I feel.

But fuck that, she's mine.

Me:
Nope. Ten minutes.

I know I shouldn't be texting and driving so I set my phone down on the seat beside me.

The buzz and loud chime sound lets me know she has responded. I pick it up and look at her response.

Avery:
What if I won't be ready?  Are you driving and texting?!?

I grin and set the phone back on the seat.  Let her figure it out.

Wow. So Chase is totally coming over and I’m not ready at all. When I told him he could call me I thought he would do just that, call me. I figured we’d talk for a bit, maybe get to know each other and then set up a date for later.

I had no clue he’d decide to rush right over!

Crazy thing is instead of being pissed off about being pushed into a date he didn’t ask for, I’m excited. Like super excited. So excited that I’m racing around my bedroom like a chicken with its head cut off trying to figure out what to wear.

I’m standing in my bra and underwear, trying to choose between jeans and a tight blouse or my favorite purple dress when he knocks on my door.

I poke my head out of my bedroom door and call out, “Chase?”

Through the door I hear his deep, “Yeah.”

“Come in!” I yell.

The front door opens, and I shut my bedroom door, hoping he didn’t get a flash of my ass.

“I’m sorry! Just a minute!” I call out and stare at the two outfits I left spread out on my bed.

Shit. He got here even quicker than I expected. I still have no clue what to wear.

The jeans and tight white blouse might continue to give the impression that I’m that kind of girl Chase rescued last night at the fight. You know, the type I was totally pretending to be. A girl who’s not afraid of showing off her body and is so comfortable with her sexuality she flaunts it. More power to her, but I’m not that type at all. I’m actually quite a prude.

I’m reserved. I like to be covered up. I feel more comfortable, more secure with most of my body under wraps.

To me, my purple dress is the most comfortable and revealing thing I can bring myself to wear. It’s my favorite and I feel like it truly represents who I am. The hem of the skirt is a little long, just ending at my knees, but the skirt flares and the top has straps instead of sleeves, leaving my arms completely bare. Just the tiniest bit of cleavage is revealed by the sweetheart cut of the top and the dress is covered in the prettiest flowers that look as if they were painted on. I’ve been told the green of the leaves and stems really brings out my eyes.

Do I want to continue to pretend to be the girl I never wanted to be or do I want Chase to know the real me? Even if it might turn him off and send him away? Decisions, decisions.

“You okay in there?” I hear Chase ask on the other side of the door.

His voice is so deep, it sounds like it’s booming. I swear my door just rattled.

“Yeah! Sorry! I’ll be out soon,” I call out.

Ugh, he probably thinks I’m a total freak. I better decide before he gets bored and leaves.

The purple dress. I’ll do the purple dress. If he doesn’t like me as I truly am, well, it will just save us both a whole lot of trouble later. If there even is a later. Okay, let’s just end that whole line of thought right there. I want to have fun. I want to get to know Chase. I want him to get to know me and hopefully like me. I pick up the dress and slip it over my head.

I’ll be me. I can’t change myself for a man.

I struggle, twisting and turning, looking at my back in the full-length mirror on my door as my fingers yank on the zipper. Once the zipper is fully up, I do a little spin, then smooth my hands down my skirt.

Not bad.

My hair is down so I decide to pull it up. I twist my dark locks into a loose bun on my head, then pin it until it’s mostly secure. I slip my feet into my sandals, take a deep breath then pull open the door.

“Hi,” I smile.

Chase is standing in the area between my front door and kitchen with his hands shoved into his pockets.

His head pops up, and he doesn’t say anything. I just watch the Adam’s apple in his throat bob as he swallows.

“I’m sorry about keeping you waiting,” I say suddenly feeling nervous.

I take a step forward and his eyes rake over me from head to toe. I wish I could tell what he’s thinking. He’s so intense. He remains quiet. His lips thin and his eyes darken. He doesn’t speak a word, he just watches me.

In my nervousness I feel the need to fill the silence.

“I didn’t know you wanted to go out. You kinda sprung it on me at the last moment.”

I swallow and force myself to walk forward. I’m going to have to go around him to get to the kitchen in order to get to my purse, I left it on the counter. If he even still wants to go out. His face looks so dark, I don’t know what to think.

“I didn’t know what to wear. Am I too dressed up?” I ask and my voice sounds breathless.

My heart is hammering in my chest. I thought I wanted him to see me for what I am but I hoped he would be cool with it. The way he’s looking at me is totally savage. I’m afraid he’s angry. Maybe he feels deceived?

I gulp and he growls at me to, “Come here.”

My body instantly reacts, my feet obeying his command. Inside I’m wincing as if I can sense the storm brewing. Still, I find myself walking up to him, like a moth drawn to the flame.

“Do you still want to go out?” I feel the need to ask, tipping my head back. The closer I get to him, the more I have to look up.

“No,” he says and I’m so shocked, so hurt, I stop walking.

I have the sudden urge to run.

This was a mistake. I should have guessed. I’m not what he wants at all. He’s probably angry at me and going to take it out on me.
Just like Ethan
. As if to make my fear real, Chase reaches out, grabs me, and pulls me into his hard chest.

“You look so fucking hot,” he breathes out. I feel the heat of his breath against my hair. “I want to stay right here with you.”

I tremble in his hands, I just can’t help it, overcome by the sudden change in my emotions. Fear transforms into a sharp stake of desire that pierces straight through the core of my tummy.

I can’t catch my breath.

I’m panting as he stares down at me. I feel caught, ensnared by the heat pooling in his chocolate brown eyes. His lids lower, his dark lashes shadow his cheeks.

He bends down and I arch up until his mouth meets mine. We collide, crashing into each other. Our bodies yearning to meet. It’s an instant explosion of sensation that leaves me feeling not only breathless but also incredibly wet and overwhelmingly needy.

Should it feel like this? A part of me is unsure. It’s so intense, so unbelievable, I wouldn’t believe it, couldn’t explain it, if it wasn’t happening to me right now.

My pulse pounds in my ears. My blood feels like lava pumping through my veins. His lips pull hard at my lips. I open for him. His tongue thrusts inside.

He’s so damn hot. So damn sweet.

I close my eyes as our tongues tangle. His mouth slants over my mouth, over and over. Each time is deeper, each time he pulls harder, demanding more. I’m completely lost in the kiss, lost in our wet friction. I don’t even realize at first that his hands are grabbing me, squeezing me, tugging at me. At some point my hands decided to grab him by the shirt. But as he lifts me up by the ass, I find myself reaching up, frantically searching for a more substantial hold on his shoulders.

“Chase,” I gasp into his mouth. My fingers dig into his skin.

In response his teeth nip gently at my bottom lip before he growls, “Wrap your legs around me.”

My legs wrap around him, my thighs feel slick as I lock myself around his hips. He squeezes my ass some more and growls. Because I’m wearing a dress there’s nothing to keep the bulge trapped in his jeans from rubbing directly against my panties.

“Oh,” I moan out and arch. Not only are my panties soaked but beneath them but my sex is aching, throbbing with a surge of want.

He grinds himself against me, his hips rolling, rubbing.

I can’t move, I can’t escape.

He’s groaning, his chest rumbles. I squirm and groan. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come right now, right here without removing a stitch of clothing.

“Fuck,” he suddenly curses as he tears his lips away from me.

He’s panting, I wonder if he’s as close as me. We’re like two horny teenagers dry humping.

I roll my hips even though he’s stopped grinding. I just can’t help stop myself. He’s turned me into a creature of pure need.

Chase groans as if he’s in pain and then we’re moving. I don’t know how he can walk but I feel the wisps of hair that escaped my bun fluttering against my neck and feel the cool air rushing against my warm cheeks.

The hallway streaks past in a blur. I blink and then I’m falling down.

Chase drops me on my mattress then untangles himself. He has to pry my legs from his waist.

I’m confused. I blink in the dim light.

“Chase?” I ask, my voice trembling. Did I do something wrong? Why did he drop me?

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he says. His voice is coarse and husky.

I almost ask,
Then why did you drop me? Are you disappointed in me?

But gradually my eyes start to adjust to the dimness and I gasp. Now I can see him tearing his clothes off, revealing his ripped, ink covered body.

“The way your ass felt in my hands.”

He’s so big. Even in the dim light my eyes drop, locking down there on the enormous cock springing free from his jeans. His cock thrusts long, hard and proud away from his body.

He’s totally going to break me.

“I couldn’t stop picturing your tits,” he says taking a step toward me. “I couldn’t stop remembering how fucking good you taste.”

He reaches for me, pulling me to my feet. His fingers dance across my shoulders. I sway, my knees weak and almost buckling.

“How fucking good you feel,” he continues.

I feel the tug of my dress as he starts to pull my zipper down. The straps on my shoulders loosen, the silky fabric gapes. Gravity takes over and the dress slides down my arms, fluttering to the floor.

Chase sucks in a sharp breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” he growls. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head. It’s all I can to do at this moment. My throat is too tight, I can’t speak.

“Good,” he rumbles, pleased.

My skin burns. Every inch of me aches. Every brush, every stroke of his fingers is a wicked tease. Chase’s hands touch me but he’s holds himself away from me.

“Did you think about me?” he asks, sounding hoarse now.

I thought about him in Algebra. I couldn’t focus on a thing my instructor was teaching. I kept feeling Chase’s hands on my body. His hot mouth as he kissed me. How powerful the muscles in his back felt beneath my fingers. I wondered what muscles of his he would use to thrust himself into my body. I kept picturing that tight ass of his bobbing up down as he pumped his cock deep.

“Yes,” I whisper, finding my voice.

His hands roam over my back then I feel his fingers trembling while working the clasp of my bra.

Before I know it my bra joins my dress on the floor.

His hands cover my breasts, cupping them, covering them. Giving them a hard squeeze. I’m even more aware now at how rough and calloused his hands are. His skin scratches against my nipples. I moan, arching into his hands while my nipples tighten into hard little points.

“I’ve been dying all day to get my hands on these.”

By the breasts Chase pushes me back until I’m bending over the bed. Then he comes down with me, hovering over my body. He buries his face in my neck. I shiver as his hot breath pants against me.

His hands knead my breasts until my breasts feel impossibly heavy. Small, needy little sounds escape my lips. I’m squirm against the bed. Chase’s head dips lower.

“I have to taste you,” he groans.

My arms wrap around his neck and my hands cup the back of his head. I hold on to him as his mouth covers my breast, pulling him closer. He pulls back a hard suckle while breaking the tight grasp of my hands. I nearly come off the bed with a scream.

His mouth is so wet, so warm. Inside I’m melting.

He makes hungry sounds as he sucks on me. His tongue flicks back and forth.

“Oh my god,” I start to cry out.

Chase groans a needy groan and his tongue swirls.

Intense pressure fills my belly. I can’t stop squirming, moving. My nails dig into his scalp and he sucks harder. I feel a sharp pinch then realize he just nipped me.

His hands never leave my body, he never stops touching me.

Roaming, his fingers travel lower, dragging and exploring each quivering inch of me. He grabs my panties then he rips them down. I hear the fabric tearing and feel it being peeled away.

The air itself is like a cold bite as it hits my drenched pussy.

Chase wastes no time. His fingers slide through my slick folds. So thick, all I can think of is how good it would feel to have them thrusting inside me, curling inside me. Stroking against the insanely sensitive spot that is guaranteed to bring me to a mind-blowing release. I can only imagine what it would feel like to have him touching me there right now.

The pressure continues to build and build. My breasts heave as the air seems to be thickening, it’s becoming increasing difficult to breathe.