Vexed (8 page)

I can’t get enough of this girl.

She drained me dry in the shower, but a few minutes with my face buried in her cunt and I’m ready to go again. Our eyes lock. She flinches a little when I push all the way inside. Slow and steady, without stopping. I pull back and she lifts up, asking for more.

“You like that?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

“You’ve got a filthy mouth on you when you’re getting fucked.”

She grins and holds her hands out to me. How can I say no to a little cuddlefucking? I fall down over her, careful not to crush her and gather her up while I continue pumping slow and deep.

“I want to see you come.”

She whines and moans. Her body trembles and her chest flushes a deep red. I want to take one of her nipples between my lips again, but I wasn’t kidding about wanting to see her come. I want to watch her let go. As soon as I move faster, and harder, she goes over and I go right with her.

For some reason I can’t stop kissing her, but she kisses me back just as fierce. Our foreheads touch and I stare straight into her eyes.

Something warm shifts in my chest and I pull back. Shake it off.

“Reed?”

Her soft hands run up and down my back, distracting me. “Baby, I gotta toss this.”

She reaches up and gives me one more kiss, then releases me.

When I stumble back from the bathroom, she’s dressed in the same club T-Shirt I gave her to sleep in last night.

“Want you naked tonight.”

Her lips curl into a smirk and she twists her hands into the hem of the shirt, slowly sliding it up and off.

“Don’t fuck with me, Shortcake.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are. Get in bed.”

“I need to use the bathroom.”

Waiting for her is torture, even though she’s probably not even gone five minutes. When she finally emerges, she’s busy twisting her hair into two long braids.

“What’s with the pigtails? You trying to make me feel like a pervy old man?”

She giggles and jumps onto the mattress next to me. “No. My hair’s still wet. I always braid it if I go to sleep with wet hair.”

I reach out to grab one of the ends, flicking it over her nipple. “Cute.”

She pins me with a serious look, and I know whatever’s pinging in her head means trouble. “How old
are
you?”

“Too old for you.”

Her mouth turns down and she moves away. My hand shoots out, wrapping around her ankle. “I didn’t mean—”

“No. I get it. Maybe I should—”

“Don’t.” I sit up and throw the covers back. “Get in here.”

Reluctantly, she slides into bed and settles next to me.

“I like you, Athena.”

“Why? You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you have a smart mouth and don’t have a problem saying what’s on your mind.”

She snorts and turns away. “I thought all you big, badass bikers like their women to keep quiet.”

I think about how to answer her. While that’s true to some extent, as president, I also need a ballsy bitch who doesn’t take shit from anyone. Not to mention that smart mouth of hers gets me harder than a motherfucker. “Out there, don’t ever sass me. In here, run your mouth all you want. I’ll stick my dick in it when I need you to be quiet.”

“You’re a pig.”

“Yeah.” What’s the point of disagreeing?

With the lights off, I can barely make out the curve of her shoulder. I reach out and trace my fingers over it and down her arm.

“Where do your parents think you are?”

“Camping with Karina.” She turns and faces me. “They’d kill me if they knew I was here.”

“I got that impression at your graduation.”

“I’m a big girl.” The way she says it sounds more like she’s trying to convince herself.

I want to say “no you’re not. You’re too innocent to realize what a mistake you’re making with me.” But I keep my mouth shut.

Even if it’s wrong, I want her to stay.

I
wake
with Romeo staring at me again.

“You know, it’s really creepy to watch people in their sleep.”

He laughs so hard, my head bounces around on his chest. “Don’t be so pretty then.”

His fingers tickle over my side, making me laugh, too.

Finally, he settles down and takes my chin in his hand, turning me to face him. “Since you let me violate you all weekend, I should ask if you got any special requests.”

“Special requests?”

“Yeah. Anything you want to try?” He taps the side of my head. “What do you think about?”

I sit up and stare at him, admiring all his muscle and beautiful ink. “What do you mean?”

“Like, I’ve pictured you on your knees with my cock down your throat ten times a day since we met. We did that yesterday and we’ll do it again soon.”

“Oh.” His words paint a vivid picture of all the things we’ve done and a wave of arousal washes over me. Suddenly, I know
exactly
what I want. I just don’t know how to say it without him thinking I’m a weirdo.

“Athena?”

I try to look away, but he grabs my chin again, forcing me to look at him. “Tell me.”

“Video? I’ve always wondered what it’d be like—”

A feral grin turns his mouth up. “Ah. My girl’s got a bit of porn star in her. Nice.”

There’s a whole bunch in that sentence I don’t know what to do with. Starting with him calling me
his girl
. “Hmm…if I’m a porn star, it’s because you make me feel like one. Remember, a few days ago I was just an innocent little virgin?” I whisper the last part against his lips.

“There’s nothing innocent about what you do to my dick, Shortcake.” His rich, low laughter lights a fire in my belly and I wriggle against him. My hand brushes over his cock. He wasn’t lying, he’s thick and hard. Ready for me.

“Is that for me?” I tease.

“No one else.”

The heat under my skin burns hotter. It’s not only his words. It’s his scent. The way he stares at me. The way his fingers expertly roll my nipples, squeezing and tugging just the right amount. He leans down and captures one in his mouth, sucking hard. His stubbly chin scrapes against me, while one hand continues pulling at my other nipple.

My fingers twine into his hair, holding him against me. He growls, releases my nipple and attacks the other one.

Forgetting what we’d been talking about. What led to this, I arch my back and surrender to whatever he wants to do to me.

Then he stops. He sits up, taking me with him. “Let’s save it for the camera. I’ve got one around here somewhere.”

It takes a second for the words to fall into place and make sense in my lust-soaked head. “Whoa, wait. We’re doing it now?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

“Can I go to the bathroom first?”

“Go ahead. I’ll get it set up.”

Nervous and excited, I swipe my bag off the floor on the way to the bathroom and lock myself inside.

Am I really doing this?

Fantasizing about playing porn star is completely different from actually doing it. But I don’t want to talk myself out of it. Instead, I tear through my bag, which happens to be filled with a bunch of sexy stuff I haven’t even worn yet, since Romeo’s pretty much demanded I’m naked when we’re in his room.

What had seemed so sexy in the middle of Victoria’s Secret the other day, now seems tame compared to what I’ve seen most of the girls running around this clubhouse in. But it’s the best I’ve got and I still think it’s pretty.

I slip the pink and black baby-doll nightie over my head and tie the long satin ties behind my neck. The front parts into two floaty pieces and I smooth them over my hips before sliding the tiny panties up and tying them at the sides.

Am I nuts? Nothing seems hotter than being watched while being sexy. While having sex. Capturing those fleeting moments and watching them together later must be the ultimate turn-on.

Before I chicken out, I fling open the door. My jaw drops.

Romeo’s sitting on the bed fiddling with a small camera. While I was changing, he dimmed the lights to a seductive level, smoothed out the sheets, and lit a candle. How does such a hard, brutal man even own a candle?

He glances up and freezes. For a second, I don’t even think he takes a breath. His dark blue eyes are full of such intensity, I’m speechless.

“Ready?” he asks. As if the panty-wetting decor isn’t enough, his low, sexy voice heats all my bare skin.

I’m barely breathing as I nod and strike what I hope is a sexy pose in the doorway. He lifts the camera and a little red light blinks steadily.

“Tell me what we’re doing, Shortcake.”

My hand moves to play with the ribbon between my breasts. It’s a nervous gesture, but must look sexy to Romeo because he sucks in a deep breath. “Shit, you’re fucking hot.” He lifts his chin. “Tell me.”

“You’re going to film us.”

“Doing what? Be specific.”

“While we fuck.”

“Yeah? What else?”

I’m not sure what to say.

“You gonna ride my dick for the camera?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Gonna come for me on camera?”

“Yes.”

“Get over here.”

I run my hands over the material of the baby-doll and his response is barely human. With a throaty growl, he sets the camera on his dresser—at the right height to catch everything that happens on his bed—and mauls me. His hands grip my ass, yanking me to him while his mouth closes over mine. All power and want. For me.

I’m breathing hard when we part and I have to ask one last question.

“Promise me you won’t show it to anyone else.”

He stares down at me and brushes the back of his hand over my cheek. “No problem there, Shortcake. No one else sees my girl naked.”

There it is again.
My girl.

I hate how much I like it.

If I owned anything resembling a conscience, I wouldn’t do this. But when a hot girl you’re fucking says she’d like to fuck in front of a camera, you get the fucking camera out.

It’s not like I want to exploit her and load it onto some website to make a quick buck. I wasn’t kidding about no one seeing our video. She’s mine. I ain’t lettin’ anyone see what belongs to me.

She’s a crazy contradiction of innocence and naughty girl, standing there in a whispy, see-through, pink and black lace nightie. I pick up the camera again, aiming it at her while I back away and drop down on the bed.

“Show me.”

Everything she’s feeling flickers over her eyes and face. The way she swings from sexy confidence to nervous innocence. She wants this, but she’s scared. The sick fucker inside me who feeds on her fear, loves it.

Confidence seems to win over and she makes a show of fluffing her breasts, playing peek-a-boo with the thin, floating material and flicking the ties at her hips. Her pretty pink-tipped tits are visible through barely-there fabric. I can’t wait to rip every piece of lace right off her.

She smiles as if she’s letting me in on a secret and unties the bow between her breasts, flashing me. Just a tease. I’m loving this and hating it at the same time.

“Now, you show me,” she says in a voice barely above a whisper.

While trying to be bossy is cute on her, I’m not ready for this to end yet. “You haven’t earned it yet, Shortcake. Take your top off nice and slow.”

She stretches her arms over her head, untying it and letting it float to the floor.

I reward her with an encouraging, “Very pretty.” Then aim the camera at her tits. “Touch yourself.”

She seems to know exactly what I want, cupping her tits, and teasing her nipples for me. Her laughter’s low and dirty as she slides a hand down over her belly and under the front of her panties.

“I didn’t say you could touch your pussy.”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t, either,” she sasses back. That fucking mouth of hers is hot as hell.

“Get that sexy ass over here.” She turns and gives me a peek at her ass before taking slow, deliberate steps my way. I’m so fucking hard, my dick’s poking out of my briefs waving hello.

“On your knees,” I say when she reaches me. She leans over, pushing her tits in my face, placing her hands on my legs to lower herself to the floor with the ease of a cat.

She flicks her fearless blue eyes up and slicks her tongue across her bottom lip, slow for the camera.

“You’re gorgeous.” It’s too bad I have no shame. The filthy, depraved things I want to do to this girl ain’t right—but this is her game and there’s no way I’m passing on it.

“Tell me what you want, Romeo,” she says, using her sex-kitten voice.

I hold back a chuckle. Who the hell am I around this girl? Someone without the weight of running an MC around my neck for sure. Someone who laughs.

“Take my dick out.”

She gets to work while I train the camera on her hands, diving inside my briefs. Fuck it. I lift up so she can work them down my legs and toss ‘em.

“Wrap your hand around me.”

Warm fingers stroke up and down my cock and her head tips down. “Do you want my mouth on you?” she asks.

She doesn’t wait for an answer. No, she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, unhinging my brain. I settle one hand on her back and keep the camera on her with the other. I keep my touch light, afraid I’ll lose it and hurt her. Force her head down until her nose hits my crotch.

Done teasing, she lowers her head and swallows my dick in one deep suck.
Fuck
. Her lips around me, the hollowing of her cheeks as she sucks, I get it all on film before the wet searing heat races to my head and I have to set the camera down.

After bobbing and teasing for a while, she glances up, staring into my eyes.

“Suck like a good little porn star.”

She chuckles, the vibrations adding to my pleasure. She should be terrified. Every pull of her mouth makes me lose a little more control. I can’t last like this.

Grabbing her hair, I pull her off me with a soft popping noise.

“Get up in the bed.”

She grins and scrambles up behind me. I take a second to pose her the way I want for the camera and kneel between her legs.

This time when our eyes meet, I think she sees the dark violence brewing inside me. She shivers, and her smile fades.

“Spread your legs.”

She’s quick to do it. Even brings her hands down and spreads her lips.

“Good girl,” I breathe out. Starting nice and slow, I lick from her opening to her clit. I stop and graze my teeth over her sensitive flesh and she gasps.

“Like that?”

“Yes,” she whispers. One of her hands threads into my hair, nails raking against my scalp.

“That’s good. Show me what you like, Athena.”

I lick her again, but she’s still tense. “Relax and breathe. Forget the camera.”

She nods and I watch her take a few deep breaths before getting back to business. The sucking rhythm of my lips and tongue against her clit makes her cry out. Hard breathing, little high-pitched noises. So many beautiful fucking sounds she makes. The prettiest sound of all is when I thrust a finger in her snug little cunt, and she yells out my name.

“Reed! Please.”

I add another finger and keep fucking her, licking her.

“Oh, oh, oh.” She shakes under me.

“Come, sweetheart. All over my face. Don’t hold back.”

She just makes a series of noises in response, and I laugh against her clit. “Got no words?”

She alternates between “Yes, no, and please.” Over and over again until she can’t hold back. Her hips buck off the bed, and I keep right on pulsing my fingers in and out until I’m drowning in her juices.

“Good girl,” I keep encouraging, while she shudders and moans through her orgasm.

She holds her arms out and I crawl up her body, stopping to kiss and lick her along the way. Finally, I get to her neck where I nuzzle, lick, and inhale her girly scent. We’re nowhere near finished, but I give her a few seconds before reaching out, grabbing a condom and rolling it on.

My eyes close as I stop to kiss her. Not for the camera. For me, for her, because I love kissing her soft lips. She arches up as I slide into her. Wet, tight heat clenches around my dick. Tingles race up my spine and over my skin.