Unbreakable (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 2) (4 page)

“Are you done eating?” He didn’t know how to respond to what she’d told him, so he thought changing the subject would be the best thing to do. She wasn’t really eating anything anyway, and her food was just being dragged around her plate.

“You aren’t going to forgive me, are you?” She sounded sad, but he couldn’t let himself be swayed. He’d saved her ass a few hours ago, and that was enough for now.

“I don’t know what’s going on, Ella, and I’m trying to work out a few things for myself. It’s hard for me to trust in the first place, but once I find that the person in question would be able to lie to me with a straight face. I don’t know if I want to forgive you, because there is rarely honor among thieves.”

“I understand that, Tyson, I truly do, but I’m just asking that you consider what I’ve told you. I’m telling you that I was desperate, but I never turned you in. Bruce called me, and I talked to him when I thought you were asleep. You asked me who I was talking to, but I couldn’t tell you that I was trying to get you more time.” She was good at pleading her case, but he just needed her to stop.

“How about we just let it settle down and talk about this another time. It’s been a long day, and we both have some thinking to do.”

She got up and started putting everything away. “Why don’t you go sit on the couch, and I’ll come over when I’m done.”

He wasn’t going to complain about that. It seemed like talking to her now wasn’t anything like it was less than 24 hours ago. Edgy, raw, and questioning. That was how he felt with every conversation, and he didn’t like it. They needed a new plan, and he needed to figure out if he was going to be doing this mission alone or with a partner. Her sorrow was eating him alive, and this situation couldn’t be good for either one of them.

Television had never interested him, but he found a baseball game that he could watch, but before he could figure out who was winning. he had a nice warm body straddling his lap. This was something they could do with no problem… they were good at this. He wasn’t sure of what all he could give her at this time, but he could give her all of the sexual, physical stuff she could handle. She kissed his mouth like it was an attack, and he loved it. Desperate and needy. He shouldn’t think that was attractive, and he shouldn’t have wanted more. If this little wildcat wanted to be fucked hard, she was in for a treat because the mood he was in wasn’t for soft kisses and love taps.

He grabbed her head in his hands to stop her frantic movements and let her know that she was going to get what she wanted if she moved to the beat of his drum… not the other way around. His eyes were open as he assessed how she was handling what he was doing. She writhed on his lap, but she had calmed down her kiss to submit to his.

She seemed to be willing to accept what he was dishing out as she rolled her hips, rubbing her pussy against his jeans. He’d be damned if his pants were going to get the pleasure of her wetness before his cock did, so he moved her so she couldn’t grind against him.

“Please,” she said with a whimper, and that made him want to deny her even more.

She broke away, moved off him completely and pulled down her pants before laying down across his lap. Her round ass looked like it needed to be pinkened up a bit as it was just a little bit peachier than her white cotton panties. No way had she known about that little fetish; he’d only done it a few times with a girlfriend who liked to be spanked, but he loved doing it. It turned him on when a woman offered herself to him; it was the ultimate turn on. He wanted to make sure that was what this was.

“What do you want from me?” He asked and tried to clear his throat because his voice had become gruff with arousal.

She looked at him over his shoulder and shrugged.

“I don’t like to play games where I don’t know the rules. The way we’ve been spotty with our communication, I’d need a verbal indication of what you’d like.”

“Spank me,” she said with a whisper.

He looked down at her offering and could feel his pants tighten as his cock swelled even harder than it was before. This wasn’t something he expected, but fuck if he didn’t want it. His large, tanned hand was such a contrast to her pale smooth cheeks, and he found himself fascinated by the look of them together. Rubbing his hand up the crack of her ass made the underwear get lodged between her cheeks, making it look innocent and obscene at the same time.

Crack.

He gave her one smart smack to her left cheek, and she stiffened for a second before a shiver moved through her body exiting in a shaky breath that let him know this was really what she wanted. Good. That would make this after dinner snack just a touch more delicious.

“Do you have a safe word you’d like to use in case you want me to stop?” He was torn between wanting to make sure she was safe and not asking too many questions so she would change her mind. The safety was the winner because as much as he wanted to warm her buns to a nice deep pink, he wanted to make sure she was all in.

“I don’t need one,” she said with her breath coming out like she had been holding it. He continued petting her round ass, enjoying the anticipation they were both feeling waiting for the next swat to land, but if she didn’t want to play by the rules, then there would be no game.

“If you don’t have a safe word, then we don’t continue. It’s as simple as that.” He prepared to push her off his lap, but before he could start the process she stopped him.

“Wait,” she said looking over her shoulder, “forgive me.”

“I said I was working on that, Ella, and I make no promises.” Tyson knew she was relentless when she wanted something, but he wasn’t going to tell her that he would forgive her because he got to warm her ass.

“No. I mean I want my safe word to be ‘forgive me.’” Ella sounded like she wanted to say that louder, but her voice cracked right in the middle of it.

This woman was good. It was as if she knew what to say to cause the most emotional response. She was either the most sincere person he’d met or the best con in the business. He needed to find which one she was quick, fast, and in a hurry.

“I accept your choice.” He watched her return to how she was laying before, and she just waited. Not one to sit around and sort out feelings, he didn’t really know what to think about any of this. Most of the blood that should have been going to his brain was filling his cock, and his mind was scrambled. One thing at a time… that’s all he could do at this point.

Tyson started again rubbing all over her ass before he surprised her again with a quick smart tap to her other cheek. She was pushing up on her toes to lift her ass higher in the air, and that was all the invitation he needed to give her more of what they both wanted.

The taps were quick as he went from one cheek to the next trying to even up the color of her left and right butt cheek. It felt like he was playing an instrument because she yelped with every tap. Each and every one of them. He stopped because he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest, and her bumping around on his lap was better than any lap dance he’d ever gotten.

She moaned when he paused to get himself in check, but then she spread her legs and started rocking her hips against him. He wasn’t sure, but he figured she wanted a little more action on her pussy so he peeled down her panties leaving them around her knees, and she opened her legs even wider to either get more relief or show off her sexy pussy. He cupped her mound to see how effective these swats were in getting her to the point where he could slide in easily. Using two fingers, he slid into her wetness and groaned when she fucked them like he’d inserted his cock.

Soaked. Ella’s juices dripped over his fingers, and he couldn’t stop the thrust of his hips to relieve some of the ache. Using his wet fingers, he opened up his pants and let his cock lay across his stomach. It wasn’t time for him to get relief, but his dick would be strangled to death if he didn’t do something.

“Please, more,” she moaned, sounding like the late night sex workers trying to get you to say more for their $2.99 per minute charge. Each time he smacked her sweet cheeks, it seemed to affect both of them, and he didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to spank her without release. Her bottom was bright pink, and he rubbed his palm over her smooth skin as she rotated her hips to get relief anyway she could. Her buns were warmer than they were when he first started, but it had nothing on the inferno that was going on in his pants.

“Get up,” he said in barely more than a whisper. He was so stimulated it felt like if the current in the air changed too quickly, he’d come in his pants like a boy with his first taste of a woman. Fuck if that was going to happen. He wanted to be inside her when he erupted.

She moved quickly, shedding all her clothes in the time it took for him to get his cock out and sheathed in a condom. Without having to be told, she was face down and ass up on the couch waiting for him to enter her. Taking a moment to just look at the pretty picture she presented, he tried to calm himself down or this would be over as soon as it started. He heard her moan and was brought out of his thoughts wondering how long he’d stood there slowly stroking his hard cock while his gaze caressed her body.

It would have been easy to enter her and fuck her hard and fast. That would give them what they both wanted, but he needed something different… something more. He slid the head of his cock along the seam of her pussy bumping her clit with the head of his cock before he slid the tip to her wet entrance. She rocked back to meet him, but he  only inserted enough for her to know he was there. Just the tip got the chance to enter her, and it was like he was teasing himself more than he was teasing her.

“Why are you waiting? Is this a punishment?” She said it with a laugh, but he knew there was some part of her that figured he was going to draw this out because he was upset with her.

“I would never use sex as a punishment. Is that why you offered me your ass to spank?” Since she started the conversation about punishment, it was fair that he ask a few questions of his own.

“No. I’ve never tried it, but I’ve thought about it and figured now would be as good a time as any.”

He figured they’d both calmed down enough so they weren’t going to combust as soon as their parts fit together, but her ass was quickly losing her pink glow. Getting down on the floor, he put his head between her legs letting her ride his face. She grinded her pussy on whatever she was close to. He brought both hands up to her ass to hold her in place as he opened his mouth over her clit and sucked the throbbing little button into his mouth. If he thought that was going to give him a chance to calm down, he was sorely mistaken. His cock throbbed harder than it had when she was grinding on him because the taste and smell of her sweet juice was making him want more of her. He wanted her scent on his face, in his mouth, and anywhere else he could get it. She was intoxicating him, and he loved it.

She froze for a second, and he took that time to give her a few well place swats while he kissed and sucked on her. Ella was a moaner, and he was used to the super sexy noise she made when she was about to climax, but this was different. She was shaking, and the low moan was growing louder and wilder by the second. Inserting two fingers into her pussy, he could feel her clenching around them as she furiously rode them. He had to have his cock in there when she came and was happy he was already sheathed. He was up off the floor and sinking into her deep heat within seconds. She was bucking like a mare at her first mating and was hard to control. Bringing her up so her back was against his chest made it easy for him to play and pinch her nipples and rub her clit while he gave it to her hard with his cock. 

The squeeze on his dick was almost painful, but he kept up the furious pace until she screamed out, and her rhythmic pulsing made him unable to hold back any longer. Tyson grunted and huffed through the best orgasm he’d ever had. The spurts just kept coming until he felt like he was totally empty. They collapsed on the couch, and he made sure they were laying side by side so he wouldn’t squish her because that nut had taken everything he had. He was trying to sound like he hadn’t just run a marathon, but it was difficult. The orgasm was so intense it felt like he’d done hundreds of crunches.

His only consolation was that they both lay there catching their breath, sounding like two people who’d just finished a marathon. The noise of the television seemed to come back to him as he couldn’t remember hearing it while he was balls deep in her pussy.