Bones by the Wood (20 page)

“In you go, sweetheart.”

“You’re not joinin’ me?”

“No.  I don’t got any special massage or hairdressin’ skills. You’ll do better by yourself.”

“You want me to put on a show?”  Thea popped her hip, teasing a little herself now.

Dizzy returned her grin.  “If you wouldn’t mind, sweetheart.  Besides, it’s too small to fuck in there.”

“You know.... ahh, of course you do.”   Thea’s spirit fell a little.  “Look, I don’t know how to say this.  So I’m just gonna come straight out.”  She couldn’t do it while looking at him, though.  She dropped her eyes to the tiled floor.  “If this is just... if you’re not serious... just... I don’t want the other guys....”  Nope, she couldn’t say it out loud.

Dizzy caught her chin, but this time in a much firmer grip, tight, bordering on painful.  He forced her head up again until he could look into her eyes.  His own eyes were flashing with anger now.

“I don’t know what gave you the idea that I was gonna treat you like a piece of ass.  But you can knock that fuckin’ silly thought right outta your head.  You and your boy, both of you, you’re not just a diversion for me.  One of those other gorillas lays hands on you, he’s gonna havta answer to me.”

A weight that she hadn’t known she’d been carrying lifted, and with it, she found the completeness of her courage, and her desire.  Thea wrenched her head from Dizzy’s grasp and stepped forward.  For the first time she pressed the length of her naked body against his, only that small towel still in their way.  She twisted her fingers into his hair, holding his head still, not caring if she caused him pain, and rose up onto her toes to kiss him.

Dizzy grunted at her boldness, and took the kiss over, wrapping his arms around her waist, crossing his forearms across her back, and bending her backwards beneath him until she almost lost her footing and had to trust her stability to him.  Thea heard the carnal noises growling from her throat as their tongues tangled, as they nipped and licked at each others mouths, but she didn’t care.  Dizzy matched, exceeded, them, and that in itself caused her body to weep.

Thea broke the kiss by bringing her hands between them and pushing against Dizzy’s chest.

“Take a seat, cowboy.  I need to get clean.”

“I’m only gonna dirty you up again.”  The anger was gone now.  The fire was back, and the towel was wholly inadequate to its task.

“Then I’m gonna make sure you have your work cut out for you.”

Thea pulled the elastic tie from her ponytail and dropped it to the floor as she prepared to step into the small shower cubicle.  Dizzy stopped her with a hand around her arm.  “Wait.  I wanna see.”

“Huh?”

Dizzy coughed to clear his throat, but his voice was till a harsh rasp.  “Your back.  Your ink.”

“Oh. Sure.”  She’d had her tattoos so long that she didn’t ever think about them.  She’d almost forgotten about the dragon and the tiger locked in eternal combat on her back.  The dragon, her symbol of strength and new beginnings, curled from her spine over her left shoulder blade, bearing down on the dragon, her symbol for her dignity and courage, as it sprang from her left thigh, over her ass and up her ribcage.  It had been designed so that you had to look twice to see that the tiger had its claws to the dragon’s belly.  The first impression was always that the dragon was winning, on closer inspection, it was clear that the fight was well matched.

Dizzy traced the lines of the piece, depicted only in shades of black and grey, until Thea was impatient for him to either leave her to shower or to throw her down on the bathroom floor.  He shifted his attention from her back to her shoulder.

“These roses.  You and Josh?”

“Yeah.”

Dizzy pressed a kiss to each red bloom, then swatted her on the ass.  “Go on in with you.”

Something in Thea melted and gave way at that tender gesture.  She stepped into the shower, under the steaming spray, and immediately almost forgot that Dizzy was watching.  It had been more than a day since she’d last washed.  She hadn’t had the chance to change clothes, she’d barely slept, she only felt half human.  The scalding water restored her.  She luxuriated in the feeling of the shampoo cleansing her scalp and the soap dissolving the dirt from her body.  She closed her eyes and knew nothing more than the feeling of her own hands over her skin until she was sure that the worry and the fear and the confusion of the past day had been washed away.

When she finally turned the spray off and stepped from behind the misted glass screens, she found that Dizzy had completely dispensed with the inadequate towel and was entirely naked, save for the larger towel he was holding out to her.  She stepped into it and allowed him to wrap it around her body, trapping her arms against her sides, as he pulled her close.

“Feel better?”  He whispered, before capturing her lips in a ferocious kiss that completely prevented her from answering with speech.  Instead, as her response, when they broke for air, she ducked her head before he could kiss her again, and sucked at the water that had dripped from her hair onto his shoulder and chest.  He sought her mouth to rekindle the kiss, and somewhere along the way the towel was lost and ignored.  The kiss was a thorough exploration, an overture.

“Thea.”  Her name from his lips was barely more than air.

“Fuck me, Dizzy. Jesus, I need you to fuck me.”  She gasped.

The responding sound that loosed from his chest was bestial, and Thea felt it down to her core.  She’d thought they might at least make it to the bed; it didn’t look like that would be the case now.  Dizzy spun her.  She caught herself as she landed against the wall, but the harsh impact stung her palms and jarred her wrists.

He kicked her ankles further apart and pushed his palm down in the center of her back, telegraphing his intention for her to bend over.  She complied and he grabbed her hips, his fingers bruisingly tight.  His cock nudging at her entrance should have erased rational thought from her mind, but it didn’t.

“Fuck.  Condom, Dizzy.  We need a condom.”  Even as she gasped out the words she pushed backwards, her body seeking to be filled by his.

There was no maybe or doubt about it, the sound that ripped from him was more animal than man.  “Not helpin’, Thea, not helpin’.”

Dizzy slammed his flat palm against the wall, once, hard.  The violence of it made Thea jump almost completely out of her skin and she felt a thrill of real fear.  A cold draught brushed her skin and she realized he was no longer behind her.  Well, she wasn’t going to stay there like some passive offering.  She followed him to the bedroom.  He was in the process of shutting the drawer of the nightstand by the bed.  She walked up close behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso, resting her body along his back, her cheek against his shoulder blade, and allowed her palms explore the ridges of muscle that crossed his chest and abdomen. 

His back was almost completely covered with a tattoo of the club colors, a pair of praying hands clasping a Rosary with the legend ‘The Priests’ arching over the top in ornate lettering.  He had another club tattoo that almost completely covered his upper right arm, a cross formed of long bullets, a larger representation of the cross in the club patch.  His left arm was almost completely covered in ink, from his shoulder to midway between his elbow and wrist, a collection of skulls sporting various expressions in shades of black and grey.  Thea found that ink a little unnerving.  She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed such dense and extensive ink before, but then, he often wore long sleeves. 

Dizzy’s chest and stomach were completely clear of ink, which surprised her, although she wasn’t sure why.  There were scars, though, dotted all over his torso, front and back, and his arms.  She brushed one long, roughened line that looked to have been gouged out of his flesh, just over his right hip.  The muscle there twitched under her fingers.

He allowed her to play for a few moments, then, as her hands traveled lower on his body, he turned.   He did something, she didn’t know what, he swept one of her legs from under her, caught her off balance, and pushed, or rather let her drop, onto the bed.  She shoved herself, half–crawled, until she was more on the bed than off it.  Dizzy watched her all the while, until, moving like a feral animal, he knelt on the bed and moved over her. 

She thought he might kiss her again, she reached for him in anticipation, but he didn’t.  He held himself over her on one stiff arm and let the other trail over her body until it delved between her thighs.  The rough pads of his fingers abraded her delicate flesh, feeling good, oh so good, as he stroked over her folds and plunged one, two and -
oh god
- three fingers inside her.  Thea’s eyes fluttered closed as she concentrated on the sensations he was stirring. 

“That’s it, sweetheart.  That’s it.”  She blinked her eyes open to see him still holding himself up, watching her intently.

He bent his head and sucked her un-pierced nipple into his mouth.  He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t hurting her.  Quite the opposite.  She set her nails into the skin of his back, unsure whether she was holding him in place or simply tethering herself to reality.  When he turned his attention to her pierced nipple, Thea shivered with tense anticipation.  It wasn’t that they hadn’t been sensitive before, not at all, but the piercing had forged a direct and electric link with her clit.  When Dizzy sucked the pierced nipple firmly into his mouth, just grazing it with his teeth, Thea came so hard, her body clenching wetly around his fingers, that she felt dizzy.  She giggled at her unintentional mental pun and gasped as the movement increased the ripples of pleasure.

When she could focus again, she saw he was smiling quizzically, even though his eyes were dark with desire, as he knelt back to roll the condom on.  She took a breathless moment to appreciate the body displayed before her.  He was muscled, but not big, although her definition of ‘big’ and ‘over-muscled’ had been expanded drastically by the size of some of the men she’d been cohabiting with this weekend.  Dizzy was lean, but there was no doubt of the strength contained under that chiseled, tanned skin.

She was reaching for him when he moved over her again. 

“I wanna ride you.”

“No chance, sweetheart.  You make me crazy. You’re just gonna have to lie back and deal with that.”

He was holding himself away from her, watching her again, but she wanted him closer, wanted their skin to be touching everywhere. And then she felt him, his cock pushing at the part of her that craved to be filled, and all the sensations in her body focused on that sweet, sweet feeling and oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.  He was sliding slowly into her and it was a long, long time since she had felt anything so, so, oh.  That stretch, that delicious sensation of being filled, wonderfully and completely.  But she didn’t get chance to savor that feeling, he pulled out fast, and then slammed back into her body, over and over until she was moaning in one long, continuous wail.

Dizzy rocked back onto his knees and grabbed her hips, hard enough to bruise, not that she cared, and pulled her into his lap, onto his cock as he thrust.  Thea’s spine arched with the change in angle, bringing her almost wholly off the bed.   His breathing was harsh, and each solid slide of his cock into her was intense in its necessity, because if he stopped she was going to fucking kill him.  From this position, with this angle, she could feel his shaft all the way up the center of her body, it seemed, and that made her back bow like a gymnast’s with a flexibility she didn’t know she possessed as she sought...needed...something, to be closer, to move, just to be more of everything. 

She tried to lift up so she could sit in his lap, but kept her where she was by plucking at the nipple with the bar through it, which made actual thinking impossible.  She threw her arms over her head, scrambling at the pillows, needing to hold onto reality, because it was slipping away from her.  Seemingly satisfied that she was pliant once more, he returned his grip to her hips and got on with the business of fucking her.

He was so deep, the positions of their bodies revealing a spot inside her that Thea hadn’t known was there.  But it wasn’t only the beautiful, glorious sensation of his shaft plunging into her over and over that was driving her past the point of sanity.  She’d never had this before.  She’d ceded control in bed, but never had it taken from her, never had it demanded of her.  Dizzy wasn’t forcing her, but was most definitely in charge and the feeling of abdicating responsibility was almost as potent an aphrodisiac to Thea as anything, except maybe the look in his eyes, which could only be described as one of pure possession.