Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils Book 3) (10 page)

“Only fuckin’ you, princess, as long as we’re together,” he murmurs as his thumbs rub circles on my hips.

“So is it only sex, then?” I want, no,
need
clarification.

“I’m your man. Whatever you need from me, you got. It’s not just sex. I want to get to know you. Can’t stop thinking about you,” he admits. By the look on his face, the
surprised
look, I don’t think he’s ever said the words before.

“Okay, yeah,” I whisper.

“Also means I’m in control,” he grunts as he unbuttons his pants and lifts as he pulls them down over his hips.

I sink to my knees and take his boots and socks off before I pull his jeans and boxers down. I watch as he removes his vest and his shirt.

“Put my cut on your chair, yeah?” he says.

“Cut?” I ask, taking his leather vest from him as I stand.

“This is my cut. It shows my rank in the club, and it’s a piece of my brotherhood,” he murmurs as I set it down and then return to my spot between his legs.

“I thought it was just a riding vest,” I mutter.

“My sweet princess,” he chuckles as his hand slides through the side of my hair and his fingers tangle in the strands. Then he tips my head back so that my eyes are on his.

“You’re in control,” I murmur.

“I am, of you, of your orgasms, and of your body.”

I try to suppress the shiver that rolls through me, but I can’t stop it—neither can I stop my nipples from pebbling into hard points.

“I wasn’t just warning you that I was going to ruin you. It was a promise, Hattie,” he murmurs.

“I think I should be scared,” I say.

“Yeah, you should.”

“But I’m not. Control me, take me, and ruin me,” I practically beg, pressing my thighs together at my place on the floor.

“Strip. Then you’re gonna suck my cock until I’m about to come, but my cum won’t be on your tits this time, I’m going to paint that gorgeous face with it,” he says. I try not to scrunch my nose at the talk of his cum on my face.

“It’ll be beautiful,” he murmurs.

He’s looking down at me almost tenderly, and I think:
to him
, it will be gorgeous, even if it isn’t something I think of as necessarily attractive or appealing. It’ll make him happy, and it’s something I can deal with, especially if he looks at me the way he is right now afterward.

I take all of my clothes off, leaving them on the floor next to me before I wrap his hard length in my hand and lean forward, kissing the tip of his dick. I hear him moan and I look up at him before I take the head in my mouth.

“Such a pretty girl,” he rasps. “Take as much of me as you can, Hattie.”

I open my mouth wide and envelope him, taking him as far down my throat as I can, which isn’t all that far. He curses above me and buries his hands in my hair, pulling my neck back a little more before he slowly pushes a bit farther down my throat as he stands.

“Breathe through your nose,” he mumbles, his eyes focused on mine.

I try to relax, calm myself, and do as he instructs—breathe through my nose. Johnny slips further down, and I can take him. I relax as much as I can. With his eyes on mine, his chocolate irises focused completely on me, soft and gentle, I feel like I can take on the world.

“Put your hands behind your back, princess,” he gently orders. I do it, happily.

“Oh,
fuck
, you’re so fuckin’ pretty right now,” he groans as he thrusts his hips a little faster in and out of my mouth, careful not to go any further than I can take.

I feel his dick harden even more and then he pulls himself out of my mouth and uses his hand to stroke himself before I feel the first spurt of his cum hit my cheek. I flinch every time a stream lands on my face, but when I open my eyes, I see the way Johnny is looking down on me. It’s with that same softness from moments ago, yet there’s heat mixed in there, and a little awe.

I don’t move, or even speak, waiting to see what he’s going to do next. Then he lifts his hand and trails his fingers from the top of his cum, down to my chin. Repeating the move until my entire face is covered in his release.

“Gorgeous,” he finally murmurs. “Now come up here and I’ll reward you.”

I watch as he lies down on my hot pink sheets. I smile at the sight of him and all of his black tattoos against my extremely feminine bedding. He shouldn’t look as good as he does there, he shouldn’t look like he fits, but he does. I climb onto the bed and kneel next to his hips, unsure of what he wants next, and honestly wanting to clean my face off.

“Straddle my face,” he orders.

My eyes widen and I shake my head slightly. I can’t do that
. No way
.

“Now,” he growls.

I quickly scramble up his body and place each of my knees beside his face and hover above him. I’m afraid to actually sit down. It’s such an odd thing, and I’ve never done anything like it. I’m afraid I’ll suffocate him, or at least hurt him somehow.

“Let me taste this pussy,
my
pussy,” he murmurs. His fingers wrap around my thighs and he pulls me down against his mouth.

He licks my center with one long stroke before he wraps his lips around my clit and flicks his tongue quickly back and forth, I melt. I completely forget about the cum staining my face, the fact that I could smother him with my pussy, and all my insecurities. Instead, I grip his hair with my fingers and I grind against him, enjoying the feeling of his mouth, his tongue, and his perfect scruffy, short beard against all of me.

“
Oh, my god
,” I breathe as his hands grab hold of the cheeks of my ass and guide me faster and harder against him.

Johnny moans and I feel it throughout my entire body. Then, I feel his finger press against my ass, and I freeze.

“You’ll like it,” he murmurs beneath me. I start to protest, but before I can get a word out, he begins to massage me there.

My eyes widen and I look down at him. I can’t see anything but his brown eyes between my legs, and they’re fascinating. I suck in a breath as his tongue slides inside of my pussy at the same time his finger gently slides into my ass. I can’t hold the groan in at the feeling. It’s
more
than I’ve ever felt. More intimate, more intense—more
everything
.

My thighs start to shake around Johnny’s ears, and then I come. I cry out as I pinch my eyes closed tightly and wrench my head backward, coming long and hard while he continues to eat me and slide his finger in and out of my ass.

It’s all
so
much, and yet, it feels so good that I wish it could go on forever. When my body is spent, I slump over and Johnny pushes me down to his waist as I lie my head against his chest.

“You’re exactly what I want, Hattie,” he murmurs against my head. I don’t understand it, but I don’t ask any questions.

“Let’s take a shower, eat, then I’m finally going to fuck you,” he suggests. I nod against his chest before I slide off of him.

We walk together to the bathroom and I shriek when I see my face. What little makeup I wear has smeared, and my face is flushed and covered in his cum. My hair is knotted, matted, and crazy looking to top it all off. I start to turn from my reflection when I feel Johnny behind me, his hand going to my neck and holding me still, forcing me to look into the mirror.

“You look so fuckin’ gorgeous right now, Hattie,” he murmurs against my ear.

“I look terrible,” I whisper as my eyes water.

“Fuck no, you don’t. First, you could never look terrible. Second, you’re covered in my cum and your hair is a mess from being with your man. You look like my naughty angel.
My princess
. All mine, every single piece of you is mine. This is just the beginning for us. I’m not a gentle man, and sometimes I may want to paint your whole body with my cum. To me, you’ll look the most beautiful accepting that, accepting all of me,” he rasps.

I don’t say another word, and neither does Johnny. Silently, we step into the shower together. It’s quiet but fun as we take time to wash each other’s bodies. I like that he lets me explore him, he doesn’t laugh at me or roll his eyes, he watches. He watches the way I touch him and encourages me to
feel
all of him. Then, he cleans me thoroughly, including my face. He even washes my hair.

Once we’ve dried off, I change into cotton shorts and a tank top as he orders us dinner. Pizza. Not my favorite meal, but Johnny said he was starving and I haven’t had it in a while. Plus, it’s the fastest delivery place in my small town. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on the door and he runs to the bedroom to get his wallet.

I don’t think, I don’t look in the peephole. I just answer the door.

I
pull my jeans on, grabbing my wallet as I do, to pay for the pizza.
Damn, those fuckers were fast
. I walk out of the bedroom to a man’s raised voice, followed by Hattie’s sweet voice sounding irritated. I put an unlit cigarette between my lips, with the intentions of having a quick smoke before I eat, when I look up at see a cop in her doorway. Not just any cop, either. Her brother.

“So you’re fucking him? Willa was right, then?” he says, looking down at Hattie.

“That’s none of your business, Andy,” she says. I wish there was more fight to her, but she’s not the type.

“There a problem?” I ask, walking up behind Hattie and placing my hand on her hip.

“Yeah, you’re here at my extremely young, little sister’s place, using her. It’s a big fucking problem,” he announces.

“She’s over eighteen, and I’m not using her,” I scoff.

“How old are you?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

I roll my eyes and think about ignoring him, but it wouldn’t take much for him to find out everything about me, if he doesn’t already know. I’m in the database. I’ve been popped a few times doing shit for the club. I’m no fuckin’ choir boy.

“I’m thirty,” I announce and watch the color drain from his prick face.

“He’s eleven years older than you, Hattie. That’s fucking disgusting. He’s using you, fucking
using
you just so he can fuck a tight bodied nineteen-year-old, and then he’s gonna be fucking gone, you watch,” he shouts.

I move Hattie to the side and step in front of her, unable to watch this asshole scream in her face for another second. Spewing his shit. I could fuck nineteen year olds all day long if I wanted to. I want Hattie because she’s Hattie. Her age doesn’t have anything to do with it.

“Get the fuck out,” I grind out.

“I don’t have to do dick. Did you forget I’m the one in a uniform and you’re the one in a thug ass gang?” he laughs in my face and my fist curls.

“Yes, but this is my residence, and I’d like it if you’d please leave, Andy,” Hattie says softly from behind me.

“I came over here to help you. Willa was genuinely concerned about you, and I am, too. I bet this guy has a record, Hattie, and you’re letting him use you,” he says, spewing more shit at her.

“Andy, Willa only cares about herself. Please, don’t do this. I’m an adult and it’s really none of your concern who I spend my time with,” she all but sighs, as if the conversation is tedious and annoying. It is, and her awareness of it makes me chuckle.

“He’s going to fuck you up, and you’ll be all alone when he does,” Andy roars. I can’t listen to another word.

I choose that moment to slam the door in his face. I turn around to face Hattie and see that she has tears falling from her eyes. I don’t do crying women. Not over outside shit. Crying from me fucking her, yeah, sure,
love that
. Crying because her brother’s a prick? No. I don’t understand compassion and sympathy.

Hattie looks up at me as tears fall from her face, but I don’t know how to help her; and frankly, I don’t really understand her reason for crying. Feelings and emotions don’t affect me like they might other people. I can’t even remember the last time I cried. Maybe when I was three?

I reach in my wallet and give her twenty bucks for pizza and tell her that I’ll be out on her back patio smoking my cigarette. I walk away without looking back at her tearstained cheeks. I’m never gonna be that guy that holds his chick while she cries about… well…
anything
. It’s just not something I have in me.