Whizz (8 page)

The shower stopped running, and she listened to Whizz move around. The movie had long lost any appeal it had once had. The only interest she had was in Whizz.

He entered the bedroom going to his drawers. Seconds later he dropped the towel showing off his fine ass. His body was covered in scars and muscle. Where she had gone under the ink pen to try to hide her scars, Whizz picked up weights. His body was rock hard and his strength unlike anything she’d ever known.

In between his thighs she saw the length of his cock dangling down. This was strangely intimate. She hadn’t seen him naked during their time together, yet this was intimacy.

Whizz walked back to the bed, climbing in beside her. She didn’t even think to protest, not even that first morning when she woke up beside him.

He started out at the end of the bed and slowly moved in behind her. She kept her gaze on the television even though the movie made no sense.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Looking behind her, she frowned. “What are you sorry about?”

Whizz ran his hand over her stomach, rubbing in circular motions. Her stomach tightened as another flood of arousal swamped her. She wished she could stop feeling the pleasure, but nothing happened.

“Your club. I knew you’d follow me that day, Lacey. I know the club meant a great deal to you. They were your family. I’m sorry for hurting you that way.”

“You’re not sorry for killing them?” she asked, staring up at him.

“I hope one day you’ll forgive me for my part in what I did.”

“Why are you saying this?” The way he’d spoken to her that afternoon left her feeling he was angry at her feelings toward the Savage Brothers.

“You’ve lost your family. I’m sorry about hurting you. I’m not sorry for what had to happen. Before Gonzalez tore your family apart you were part a club. You know the workings even if you argue with me.”

She licked her lips averting her gaze.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Lacey turned her back to him, watching the movie. Whizz didn’t move his hand away. He kept stroking her stomach.

She kept her thighs together, wishing she’d stop reacting to his touch.

“I want you, Lacey.”

Closing her eyes, she took in a breath. His fingertips moved from her stomach to travel up. She didn’t stop even though she knew she should. He cupped her breast in his palm. Her nipple budded into his hand.

“Tell me you want me,” he said.

Opening her eyes, she stared opposite the room. The hand on her breasts started to move down. She didn’t tell him to stop, nor did she tell him to keep going. Lacey stayed quiet, and when his fingers stroked over the band of the boxers, she let out a breath.

“I’m not going to go any further until you tell me you’re with me all the way.” He kissed her shoulder. “Tell me what you want, Lacey.”

She loved the way he said her name. His voice was dark, filled with the promise of sin. Lacey wanted to tell him to stop, but she wanted his touch a hell of a lot more.

“It means nothing,” she said.

“You’re lying, Lacey. You’re lying to yourself and to me.” His palm stayed still against her stomach. The tips of his fingers still rested in the boxer briefs.

“You helped, Whizz.” She closed her eyes, hoping she’d see him as the enemy. Lacey couldn’t do it. All she saw when she closed her eyes was Whizz, but not as the enemy. No, she saw him as her friend, her lover, and something a hell of a lot more. She saw him as a hope of a future.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” There was no apology for what he did. He wanted her to tell him no or to let him continue.

If he stops will he go find pleasure elsewhere?

She didn’t know what bothered her more, if he found pleasure elsewhere or if he stopped, rolled over, and ignored her. What would she do if he took his pleasure in a young, slimmer woman? No, she couldn’t handle that.

“I want you, Whizz. I want you to continue.” The truth spilled from her lips. She expected to feel shame for giving into him. In truth, all she felt was relief that she’d finally given into him.

His hand moved past the boxer shorts, sliding down to cup her pussy.

“This is mine, Lacey. I’m not going to let another man touch what’s mine.”

Chapter Four

The answer Whizz got to his statement was her feminine moan. The lips of her pussy were slick with cream. Sliding a finger through her slit, he circled the hard bud of her clit. She moaned, her legs falling open a little wider, making the band of the briefs tight against his hand.

Sitting up on the bed, he threw the blanket out of view. He no longer wanted to hide beneath the covers or for her to pretend they were no longer together.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I want to see you, Lacey. No more hiding.”

He leaned over her to put the light on. Nothing would obstruct his view of her body, not darkness, not clothing, not even her embarrassment. Whizz wanted to see all of her, soak all of her inside.

She sat up in bed, pressing a palm to his chest. “If you get to see all of me then I want to see all of you.” Her breathing was long and deep.

“Fine.” Whizz stepped off the bed, pushing the sweatpants over his swelling erection. Whenever he was close to her he was always in a state of arousal.

Cupping his cock, he ran his hand over the length, watching her. “I’m naked, baby. I’m naked and open. It’s time for you to stop hiding.”

Her blue hair fell down her back. The color was growing out from the blue dye. He wondered if she’d try another color or if that was it for her.

She went to her knees on the center of the bed. To him, Lacey was the best thing to ever be kneeling on his bed. He watched her finger the bottom of the shirt she wore.

Come on, baby, I’m dying here. I need you.

Whizz didn’t know what it was about her that left him feeling like himself. While he was with Lacey, he didn’t have to hurt or to try to be someone different. With her, he could be himself.

Lacey lifted the shirt revealing more of the ink that covered her body. She climbed off the bed revealing her back where he saw two angel wings on either side. The ink didn’t disgust him or make him feel less about her. This was how she handled her scars.

Closing the small distance between them, he gripped her waist, drawing her back against him. The length of his cock pressed against her butt.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Do you even know what you’re doing to me?” He slid his hands around to her stomach, rubbing his pelvis against her ass. She released a groan. “You’re the first woman I’ve been with since I was taken by Alan.”

She turned her head to look toward him. “That can’t be true.”

“It’s true. I’ve not wanted any other woman but you. You’re the first woman I’ve ever been hard for. I want you, Lacey, only you.” He cupped her cheek, drawing her closer. The angle was odd, but he wanted those lips and he intended to have them.

Sliding his fingers into her hair, he caressed his tongue over the first plump lip before going inside her mouth. She moaned, opening her lips for his invasion.

He tasted the spices on her tongue from the food they had eaten. Releasing her hair, he glided his hand down to the boxer briefs she wore, touching her. When he saw them on Lacey, boxer briefs looked sexy.

Whizz pushed them off her hips until they fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked.

Lacey turned within his arms, staring up at him. She touched his cheek, caressing the backs of her fingers over his skin. “You’re the first man I’ve wanted to be whole for. I tried to be with other men, but I just couldn’t. Being with you makes me different, it makes me better.” She rested her head against his chest. “And that scares me. I don’t know what to do or how to react. It scares me. Everything scares me now. I’m not used to being alone.”

“You’re not alone, baby. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, and I’d never leave you.”

Taking hold of her hand he led her back to the bed. “Get on.”

She sat down and started to pull herself onto the center. He was shocked she didn’t start arguing with him. Whizz stopped her from going any further onto the bed. Going to his knees, he opened her thighs wide. Staring down at her pretty pussy, his mouth watered. He’d never been one to lick a woman out, but scenting Lacey and seeing her made him feel like a starving man. Drawing her closer to him, he stared down at the perfection of her pretty pussy. Above her mound, where the boxer briefs originally lay, was a single red rose tattoo. The red of the petals stood out in contrast to her skin. She loved roses, he suddenly realized. The ink on her skin was what she loved the most, roses. They were beautiful plants, yet grab too hard and you were at risk of getting hurt. The roses were like his woman, prickly if handled wrongly.

Fine hairs covered the lips of her pussy. It was a light dusting of hair that didn’t hide the plumpness of the lips of her sex. They were slightly parted to tease him with the view of her swollen clit. In the light he saw the evidence of her arousal glinting at him. Using his thumbs, he opened her pussy lips wider to view her clit. He’d touched her before, brought her to an earth-shattering orgasm, yet he’d never seen her. Whizz wanted to see her. He wanted videos, reminders that she was with him at every turn.

“Whizz?”

“Sh, it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He wouldn’t take pictures until he had her permission, which he’d get very soon.

His gaze wandered down to look at her cunt. Returning his grip to her waist, he dragged her back until she was hanging off the bed. He stared at the puckered hole of her anus. Whizz wanted to claim all of her and not leave a part of her unnoticed. She wouldn’t ever remember anyone else but him. He’d claim her thoroughly.

“I’m going to claim this pussy and this ass, Lacey. I’m going to possess you all.” She didn’t argue or fight with him. He pushed her back on the bed to make her comfortable. Tonight he’d be tasting her pussy and feeling her wrapped around his cock. Without tearing his gaze away, he circled her clit before sliding down to slide into her tight cunt. His finger disappeared within her tightness.

Lacey groaned, thrusting her hips up against his finger. He added a second finger watching her fuck up to him. Sawing his fingers inside her, he spread the digits open in the hope of opening her up a little. She was so tight. He couldn’t wait to get inside her.

Removing his fingers, he brought them to his lips to suck the cream off each one. “You’re so fucking tasty.” He groaned, pushing his fingers back inside her, needing her to take more of him. “I’m going to lick this sweet pussy now, baby. I don’t want you to move.”

“Please, Whizz, I can’t take much more.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of that need.” He sucked more cream off his fingers before taking her clit into his mouth. Scoring the hard bud between his teeth, he groaned at the same time she screamed. He pressed his hands on the inside her of thighs, keeping her in the same place as he attacked her clit. Licking, sucking, and biting the hard bud, he worked between sliding his tongue within her cunt to attacking her clit. He wanted her shaking with pleasure, mindless with need. Whizz wanted her to be a slut to her own desire. When it came to Lacey, he wanted to give her everything she’d missed out on. In his arms she’d embrace every passion she’d denied herself.

The life she led hadn’t been one filled with sunshine and roses, but with pain and secrecy. He intended to change all of that, give her what no other man could give her. In that moment, Whizz knew he was going to claim her. Lacey woke a part of him that he believed had died long ago. He wasn’t dead inside when he was with Lacey. The nightmares could come and go as long as he had his woman by his side. She made him a better person just by being in her company.

He pressed two fingers within her at the same time as licking her clit.

“Please, Whizz, fuck me, I can’t take much more.”

Whizz shook his head. “No, you’re going to come. I’m going to swallow down every drop.”

She cried out, whimpering. “No, I can’t do it. Please.”

He wouldn’t stop. Flicking her clit, he started to pump his fingers inside her like he was going to with his cock within a matter of moments.

Her pussy tightened around his fingers.

“Come for me, Lacey. Give it to me.” Sucking the bud into his mouth, he added a third finger into her cunt.

She split apart, screaming his name. Her cum coated his fingers, and he used the extra lubrication to get as deep inside her as she could. Whizz didn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop until she was shaking.

“Stop,” she said, screaming the words. He pulled back, taking his fingers from her cunt slowly.

“I did this,” he said, holding his slick fingers for her to see. He made sure she could watch as he sucked her cream off. “You taste so fucking sweet. I’m going to want to lick you out a lot.”

Standing up, he budged her up the bed until she lay in the center with her head on the pillows.

“You’re not what I expected,” she said.

Opening her thighs wide, Whizz got close to her, pressing his cock between the lips of her pussy. “Be prepared to be surprised.” He took hold of her hand, laying her fingers around his shaft. “You feel that. It’s what you do to me. No one else. You.”

She groaned, tightening her hands around his shaft. Lacey worked from the root up to the tip, working his cock for her pleasure. He didn’t know where to look first, the pleasure on her face or where she touched his shaft. Her small fingers felt so damn good. They were warm against his cock.

“Harder, I can handle it.”

Lacey tightened her hand around his shaft verging on the point of pain. He groaned, throwing his head back as the pleasure worked up his body.

“This is what I’ve imagined from the first moment I saw you, Lacey. I wanted you. I wanted to know how tight your pussy was and how it would feel wrapped around my dick.”

When he could stand it no longer he batted her hand out of the way.

“Now I’m going to fuck you.”

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No man had ever taken the time to lick out her pussy. Lacey felt open and exposed yet really good at the same time. Whizz was determined to drive her crazy with need. She didn’t know if there would ever be a time when she could deny him. From the first moment she’d been drawn to him like a moth is to a flame.