Rough & Rowdy (Notorious Devils #1) (30 page)

“Holy crap,” I murmur.

Pierce turns around to see what’s going on and then turns back to me.

“That’s what she’s here for, Kent,” he says with a shrug.

“I know that. I’ve seen these girls fuck before, Pierce. What do you think they do when they close the club down and have private parties?” I roll my eyes and his other hand buries in my hair, tangling and pulling it tight as his eyes pin mine in place.

“I hate that you were there for that shit. I hate that you saw any of it. Don’t remind me of your time there. It’s fuckin’ over now,” he growls.

Pierce slams his mouth down on mine and his tongue forces its way inside of my mouth. He tastes like a mix of tequila and beer. I should hate the way it tastes, but on him, it makes me want him. I press myself closer to his body and slide one of my hands from around his neck. I glide my hand down his chest, feeling each ripple of his abs. I bravely, cup his cock on the outside of his jeans. He’s hard, so I gently squeeze, and he groans into my mouth.

“Want those red lips wrapped around my cock, baby girl,” he murmurs after he breaks our kiss.

“Here?” I ask shyly.

“I can take you somewhere,” he murmurs as his hand wraps around my neck.

“If you want that right here, I’ll do that for you, Pierce,” I whisper, surprised by my own words.

Maybe it’s the liquor, maybe it’s the fact that everybody around here is engaging in some kind of sex and couldn’t give two shits about the other people in the room.

Maybe I just want to make him happy.

“I want all of you, Kentlee. I want your lips on my cock, I want your pussy, and I want that perfect fuckin’ ass. I wasn’t fuckin’ around when I said nobody would see you like that.
They won’t
. I know a blow job ain’t like fuckin’, but I don’t want one asshole here to think they got a shot at you. I don’t want them to even imagine it’s them you’re blowin’,” he grunts, releasing me. He then pours himself another shot and downs it right in front of me. I blink up at him in surprise.

“Would you want that with me though?” I ask, nodding behind him to Katie, or Kitty, or whatever the fuck they call her.

“Sharing you? Are you for fuckin’ real right now?” he growls.

“With another woman, Pierce, not a man,” I huff. He studies me for a beat before he speaks. When he does, it’s with his gentle voice.

“Fucked a lot of pussy in this lifetime, baby girl. I’ve had threesomes, yeah, with whores. You’re mine, though. Don’t give a fuck if it’s another woman or another man, I ain’t sharing you, any part of you, with somebody else,” he murmurs before he brushes his lips against mine.

“I want you to be happy, Pierce. I know how often the threesome thing happens. I saw it all the time,” I mutter, looking down at my red high heels.

“I’m so goddamned happy with you, Kentlee. Nothin’ could change that,” he says before he kisses the swell of my breast.

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re throwing anything away for me,” I whisper with watery eyes.

Fuck
, I hate it when I drink and cry. It’s embarrassing as hell.

“I’m thirty-eight years old, sugar. I’ve done and seen a lot. I ain’t throwin’ a damn thing away by having you as mine.
I’m finally living
,” he says.

Pierce then crashes his lips to mine as his hands wrap around the backs of my thighs before he picks me up. I instantly wrap my legs around his waist and hold on.

I hang on as he carries me to his bedroom and slams the door behind us before he removes my octopus arms and legs from his body. I don’t pause, I don’t think, I just let my alcohol daze guide me—
to my knees
. Without even looking up, I unbuckle, unzip, and shove Pierce’s jeans down his thighs. He’s going commando, and I whimper as his cock comes into view. I lick his slit and then the entire underside of his length.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he buries his hands in my hair.

“Fuck my mouth, Pierce. Give it to me the way you want it,” I whisper, looking into his eyes.

I watch as he closes them for a second and then he looks down on me before he grins.

“Open up, baby girl. Time for you to be fucked,” he growls. I shiver before I open my mouth wide.

Pierce doesn’t tease me.
No
, he holds my head still with his hands and slides his cock between my lips and down my throat in one smooth motion.

I keep my eyes on his as he pulls completely out of my mouth, slowly, inch by inch; then he guides himself back inside, going a little further. He repeats his slow motions until his entire cock is down my throat. It’s hard to breath and my eyes water, but his clenched jaw and his eyes full of amazement are worth every second of pain and uncomfortableness.

“You’re so good to me, sugar,” he rasps as he pulls out a bit and then begins to make short, quick, strokes into my mouth.
He is focused
. His eyes have moved from mine and are now focused on my mouth, on his cock sliding in and out of my mouth specifically – then he stops and jerks back from me.

“Stay there,” he grunts. I watch in awe as he completely strips his clothes before he drops to his own knees behind me.

Pierce grabs the waist of my skintight pants and wrenches them over my ass and halfway down my thighs before his hand presses against my back to push me down. I fall to my hands, but I hear him make a noise of protest before he presses a little harder against my back.

“Chest on the floor, sugar,” he murmurs. I do as he asks, feeling the cool floor against my cheek, not giving a shit how dirty it is.

My legs are close together, my pants hold little stretch to spread them farther, but I don’t think Pierce minds. He licks from my clit to my ass and I moan as his tongue swirls against my back entrance. It’s forbidden and dirty and so fucking good. I gasp when his hands grab both sides of my ass and he spreads my cheeks farther apart before he licks me,
there
, again.

“Pierce,
please
,” I beg, knowing how much he loves it when I do.

“Yeah, whatever you want,” he murmurs before he bites my ass hard.

I moan because,
shit
, it felt good, and I don’t even care that he’s chuckling behind me.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he announces as he slides deep inside of me. His hand goes to the back of my neck—pinning me to the floor.

Fuck, he feels so big like this.

Pierce’s fingers, on his other hand, wrap around my hip and dig into my flesh, bruising me. It feels delicious, too. He slowly pulls out of me before he slams back inside, hard and fast. I whimper at the feeling. My legs are practically together, my chest on the floor, and he’s behind me with all of his strength. I feel weak, but it feels good all at the same time.

“Hands,” he barks.

I don’t move, not understanding his demand. A second later he removes his grip from my hip and wraps his hand around my wrist, wrenching it behind my body. I do the same with my other hand, and his long fingers wrap around both of my wrists, pinning them to my lower back. The hand around my neck slides down my spine and moves around to my clit, his fingers pressing against my hardened nub.

“It’s gonna be hard, baby girl, and it’s gonna be fast—but you can take it, can’t you?” he purrs, his lips skimming my shoulder.

I don’t question. I don’t doubt—I want to please.

I want to take whatever he gives me right now.

“I can take it, baby; give me everything,” I whine. He grunts before he pulls out slightly and starts to fuck me with slow strokes. He doesn’t slam inside of me, like I imagined he would. No, he’s drawing this out. Slowly and with even strokes, he fucks my body while I am completely immobile, while his fingers tease my clit, bringing me so close to the edge, yet unable to come.

“You’re so fucking wet, Kentlee. My cock is fucking soaked. Wet and hot. Goddamn, I could stay inside this sweet pussy and never leave. Would you want that? My cock slowly fucking you non-stop? Never letting you come, leaving you teetering on the edge for fuckin’ hours?” he asks.

Cruel bastard.

I let a sob out at the thought. If I stayed like this for five more minutes, I was going to freak out, let alone
hours
.

“I’m going to let your wrist go, baby girl. I want you to play with your pussy for me. Can you do that?” He asks gently.

It’s too much. Too sweet. I need him rough and rowdy. I need him slamming inside of me and fucking me until I scream.
This
– this is too much.

Pierce released my wrists and without a thought I shove my hand beneath my body and begin to roughly rub my clit. I need to come so bad, I’m about to go insane.

“Do not come yet,” he barks. It scares me. I whimper and slow my movements down as he continues to fuck me his pace quickening, sliding in and out of me with long, fast, even strokes.

I tense when I feel him press against my ass; then he begins to massage me, and the feeling is so sublime, I don’t hold back my moan of pleasure. I gasp when I feel him push his finger inside of me. He doesn’t say a word, he just continues to fuck me with his finger and his cock—filling me. I think I’m going to combust at any minute, as I continue to stroke my clit.

I want everything hard.

I want more.

“What a good girl I have,” he murmurs above me. I swear I get wetter at his words.

“
Please
, Pierce,” I whisper hoarsely.

“Do you need to come?” he chuckles behind me.

“Yeah,” I say licking my dry lips.

“Do you like my finger in your ass, sugar?” he asks gruffly, ignoring my pleas to climax.

“
Yes
,” I sigh, giving up on any chance of relief.

I gasp when I feel him slide a second finger inside of me, stretching me ever more.

Holy fuck, I’m going to come
.

“Pierce,” I cry. He begins to thrust his hips a little harder.

“Okay, baby girl, you can come,” he grinds out.

It is as if he’s given himself permission as well, because he begins to slam his hips and his cock inside of me with so much force, the air escapes from my lungs.

I continue to stroke my clit, but harder and faster as I chase my climax. Then, when I do, my whole body goes rigid and I can’t hold in my scream of pleasure.

Pierce is close behind me, slamming his hips against my ass and fucking my ass with his finger, fast and rough, and hurting me so fucking good that tears are streaming down my face. Then I feel him explode inside of me with his own release.

Pierce almost immediately pulls out of me, everywhere, and picks me up, carrying me to the bed before he gently lays me down. I don’t move a muscle as he quietly strips my clothes from my body. I’m still twitching and there’s cum leaking out of me, but I don’t even care. My body feels
that
good –
that
sated.

“Love you, baby girl,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder.

“Love you, too, Pierce,” I sigh before I roll over in the bed to face him.

Fury

Kentlee is facing me—sweaty, her makeup a little runny, and her red lipstick smeared. She’s never looked more beautiful to me then she does in this moment.

I run my finger down the side of her face and down her neck.
Fuck, she’s young
. The thought had never really crossed my mind before. I saddled her alone with a baby, and she was only twenty-three. Now, at twenty-six, she’s still so goddamned young.

I’m twelve years older than her, and for some reason, it hasn’t bothered me until this moment. Maybe because she’s talked about giving me the things she thinks I want, the threesomes and the parties; maybe that was her way of saying she wants them, too. I have to know. I have to make her happy, and I’ll do whatever she wants to make that happen.

“All that talk about me being happy, threesomes and shit. That because you want them? Do you feel like you’re missing out because you had Bear young?” I ask, blurting it out like a fuckin’ idiot.

“What?” She looks at me, genuinely confused, and then she smiles softly, lazily, in that
I-just-got-fucked-and-I’m-too-happy-to-think-about-anything-else
kind of way.

“No way. I don’t want to lick some other girl’s vagina. No, thanks. I just know that you never wanted an Old Lady, a wife, yet here you are, asking me for those things. I don’t want you to feel like I’ve trapped you or ruined your life. If you wanted something more, I’d do anything to give it to you,” she confesses.

For some reason, it goes straight to my cock. I feel myself twitch at the thought of this beautiful woman willing to give me anything. If I were a bigger dick, I’d take advantage of it. I probably still will - to a certain extent.

“All I want is you, Kentlee. I want my ring on your finger, I want you to carry my name, I want you on the back of my bike, and I want all of you on my cock,” I say with a smile, thinking about how I filled her up just minutes ago.

Fuck me, it was good, too.

“Sounds perfect,” she murmurs, wrapping her arm around me and pressing her body against my side.

“Good. Want you happy, babe, cause I’m the last man you’re gonna fuck. You better like what I give you,” I grunt. She throws back her head, laughing. I wrap my hand around her juicy ass and squeeze.

“Yeah, same goes for you, baby,” she grins. I nip her bottom lip with my teeth.

“Couldn’t have picked a sweeter cunt to fuck for eternity,” I say, smiling. She narrows her eyes for a beat before she presses her lips to mine.

“I’m on birth control, by the way. We never talked about it, but I wanted to let you know,” she admits. I grin at her.

“Wouldn’t have given a fuck, babe. Not a hardship filling you full of my babies. You’re obviously a fantastic mother and you make gorgeous kids,” I say, captured by her eyes—her gorgeous fuckin’ eyes.

“Think my old man could get it up again so I could enjoy a ride?” she asks, shocking the fuck out of me as her hand begins to gently stroke my stirring cock back to life. Her lips taste like tequila and her—
sweet
,
sweet
Kentlee
.

I moan as I shift my hips into her hand.

“Yeah, sugar, get up here and ride me. Make a fuckin’ show out of it, too. I’m ready to play with those sexy tits of yours,” I grunt as she climbs over me.