Loco, page 16
I smiled at Rylie. “Do you have any iced tea?”
He shook his head. “Sorry—”
“He will after today,” Demon said, giving Rylie a meaningful look.
It was hard to concentrate with Loco nuzzling my neck. All I could do was smile back at Demon. One particular nibble behind my ear caused a moan to escape me, and when Loco opened his mouth and began to suck on me, I was pretty sure that I had a mini-orgasm right there. I felt my breath catch as my core clenched. It wasn’t fair that he was doing that to me right there in front of his brothers. How would he feel if I were to suddenly start putting the moves on him?
I tried to pull away, but Loco wrapped an arm around my middle and kept me firmly on his lap. I felt his grin against me. He knew what he was doing to me! The jerk! I was weak where he was concerned, and he knew it. Well, two could play at that game. A wicked smile spread across my face as I began to wiggle over his erection and press my bottom down hard on it. I was sure I wasn’t the only one to hear his hiss.
There was a beer in front of us and, assuming that it was Loco’s, I grabbed it and took a long swallow. Every shift of my body was designed to torture him, and before long he was grinding his cock into my ass and breathing heavily into my ear.
“You okay, lover boy?” I teased.
Doc grinned and Sax choked on his drink. More than one of his brothers snorted. Rylie and Body knew better than to participate in the mocking, though they fought back grins.
Loco tensed beneath me, and I wondered if I’d called him that one too many times. He didn’t like the nickname they’d given him, but after hearing stories about his whoring ways I’d say that he’d earned it. As the men fixed their eyes on us, amusement on each of their faces, Loco decided that he’d had enough.
“Oh, oh, you’re in trouble now,” someone said. Cole, maybe. Or maybe it was Oz?
I went flying off Loco’s lap when he suddenly got up. Laughing, I turned to face him, watching as he adjusted the hungry monster in his pants, not caring who saw. My brows arched and my heart jumped with anticipation. I recognized the lustful look on his handsome face. His eyes smoldered.
He walked toward me with purpose, not saying a word, and bent and put me in a fireman’s hold. I caught my breath, slightly surprised because he was the first man to ever pick me up, and I found that I liked it, even while hanging upside down. He’d made it seem so effortless, and what woman didn’t like being picked up and carried off by her man?
“Where are you taking me?” I laughed.
“My room.”
I thought about his reaction to my calling him lover boy. “Are you going to spank me?”
He wasn’t even huffing. His muscles obviously weren’t just for show. “Among other things. I owe you for all the eye rolls, too.”
I laughed harder, stupid-happy. “You think I’m cute when I roll my eyes.”
He huffed as he opened a door. Once inside his room he slammed the door shut with a kick of his foot, and then I was flying onto the middle of his bed. As I bounced, I was glad to see that the bed had been made, although what I might find under the covers was another matter. I didn’t want to think about it. I wasn’t naïve enough to think that he hadn’t had other women in his bed.
Something must have shown on my face.
Loco kept his eyes pinned on me as he locked his door. “Not going to lie to you, darlin’. You know what I am. I’ve had plenty of women in my bed. But not that bed.” It was then I remembered that he’d said he’d replaced it. “None of them mattered, and that’s all in the past. You hear what I’m saying?”
He walked slowly toward me. I nodded. “I hear.” God, I hated those other women! But I knew that if I let it bother me it would come between us. We both had a past. “Is this why you had Body bring me here? You want to mark me in your territory?
He began to remove his clothes, a wolfish grin on his face. “Darlin’, I want to fuck you in all the places that matter to me, so that when you’re not around, your scent will be.”
I felt my heart swell over his words.
“Now, if you want to wear those clothes again, you’ve got two minutes to get them off.” He kicked off his boots and reached for his pants.
I didn’t realize that I’d been holding my breath until I registered the very real threat in his eyes. He would do it--rip off my clothes to get to me. I smirked. “If you’re going to spank me, maybe it’s best if I leave them on.”
He shook his head with a determined look on his face. “Oh no, baby. You don’t have a choice. And you’re going to like the feel of my hand on your naked ass. I’ll make sure of that.”
He’d reached the bed and was staring down at me in all his naked glory, his cock filled with blood and bobbing. I quickly yanked my tee off, and then my bra. In the process, one of the hooks snagged the rubber band that was holding my hair and broke it, sending the wild waves over my shoulders and down my back. Loco growled like a hungry, horny beast. He placed one knee onto the bed, and I knew I had to hurry.
I was looking forward to that spanking. Don’t ask me why. He’d said that I would like it, and I believed him. He tugged my shoes off and tossed them to the floor, placing another knee on the bed. It dipped slightly as he moved closer. I quickly undid my jeans and then wiggled out of them without leaving the bed, so wet and horny now. My nipples were already peaked and I saw his eyes drop to them.
What had I ever done to deserve this man? He turned me on with just a look. Took my breath away with his manliness. He’d ruined me for other men, and if this didn’t work out between us, I’d have to convert to Catholicism and become a nun, because no other man would satisfy me like he did.
I was losing my heart to a man-whore.
Would I ever be enough for him?
Chapter 24
Loco
I watched like a fucking hawk as Millie removed her clothes, exposing more of her luscious shape to me, so turned on that it was amazing that I wasn’t shooting my cum all over her. My dick was so fucking hard that I had to give it a couple of yanks. I knew that it wouldn’t take long for me to come once I was buried in her hot little cunt, which meant I’d need to think of other, just as enjoyable things to do to her to prolong the inevitable.
I was on the bed by the time she was naked, both of us breathing hard. I intended to smack her a on the ass a few times, but first I needed those lips. She caught her breath as I crawled up over her, making sure my dick was nestled against the apex of her thighs and tight against her pussy. She spread her legs to make room for me, and I grinned like a fox who was about to raid an unwatched hen house. I was going to make a meal of her.
Those plump lips parted and I swooped in, claiming her mouth as I sunk my body fully against hers. I couldn’t get enough of her, and the more we fucked, the more my obsession of her grew. And it was about more than just about the sex, which was out of this world good. I wanted to spend time with Millie, and that was a first for me.
I kissed her, meaning it to be a tender joining of our mouths, but who was I kidding? I didn’t know tender, and the second I got a taste of her sweetness, her passion, it turned rough and needy, and Millie was just as turned on. Her moans filled the silence of the room, her sighs filled my blood with a surging fire that swept through me. Her hands began to roam over me with purpose. I began to explore her body, everywhere, and always came back to her plump tits. I squeezed the heavy mounds, feeling how hard her nipples were against my palms, and was compelled to unlock my mouth from hers.
I kissed my way down to her tits and took a nipple in my mouth.
Millie whimpered with pleasure and bowed her lower body into mine. Her claws came out and scraped against my flesh. “Tucker!”
I hardly recognized the hoarse sound of her smoky voice.
One of my hands smoothed down her body to her juicy pussy. I slipped between our bodies and found her hard and swollen clit. I homed in on it mercilessly.
“Oh!” she cried out, thrusting her hips into my caress. “That feels so good! Yes, right there!”
I knew what would feel better. I gave her tits a last kiss and trailed my open mouth down to the soaked triangle between her legs. The scent of her wet sex caused my dick to throb, but the taste was even better. I buried my face there and went to town, lapping and sucking her little clit and the sensitive area surrounding it. The twisting of her body urged me into a frenzy to make her come, and I slipped two fingers inside, searching for her sweet spot.
I knew instantly when I’d located the spongy patch of nerves.
“Tucker!” came Millie’s whispered response. She buried her hands in my hair to hold me closer. “Right there! Don’t stop! Yes! Oh, God!”
I had no intention of stopping. With my mouth on her clit and my fingers thrumming her G-spot, I knew that my girl was getting ready to blow. All it seemed to take to send her over the edge was one long, deep lick of my tongue from her rear up to her clit.
“Oh, fuck!” Millie screamed, coming.
I snaked my hands beneath her ass and took hold of both cheeks to hold her tight against my mouth. I fucked her with my tongue, making sure I got every delicious drop of her sweet cream. When she exploded onto my tongue I groaned long and loud, the pulsing, tingling of my dick causing me to worry that I was going to lose my load before I’d even gotten inside her pussy.
“Tucker…Tucker…oh, God. So fucking good. So good.” Her words were breathless yet clear.
I continued to tongue her, even when she began to quiver and try to pull away. Unable to stand it any longer, I crawled up her flushed curves, aimed my dick, and slammed home. “Awe…fuck!” I grunted, laying still for a minute. My balls were screaming for release, but I forced the feeling down. Nothing felt as good as Millie’s cunt clenching around my dick while the aftershocks of her release racked her. I waited until I was sure that I wouldn’t come on the first thrust.
She must have sensed the reason for my hesitation, because she ran her hand through my hair and kissed my shoulder. “That was awesome,” she said in a soft and lazy tone.
I pulled back just enough to meet her half-closed eyes, the usual sparkle there revealing her satisfaction. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come, and I’m going to make you do it again.”
I started to thrust, taking great pleasure in hearing her little moans each time that I pulled out, only to ram back in. She was wet and hot and very swollen, closing around my dick tightly. “That’s it, baby, squeeze my dick,” I growled. “Milk it.”
“I love the feel of your cock inside me.” She rained kisses over me, her hands dug deep in my hair. “Fuck me harder, Tucker.”
I wrapped my arms around her upper body and pulled her closer to my chest until we were practically one, and began to pound into her, going deeper each time. Every time I felt my balls slap against her ass, I ground my loins against hers so she could feel the friction that I was feeling. Her little mewls revealed that she did feel it, and that she liked it. It was rough, almost brutal the way I was fucking her.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! I’m going to come again!” she panted.
“Come on my dick!” I ordered, picking up speed. I was chasing my own orgasm and I didn’t have far to go. “And I’ll fill you with mine!”
“Yes!” she panted. “I want your cum inside me! Claim me, Tucker!” she screamed, raking her nails down my back.
Her body clenched around my dick, and I knew that she was coming. I was right behind her, and the intensity caused me to let out a roar as I threw my head back and pressed tightly against her. Lights flashed behind my eyes. It felt as if liquid fire were burning through my veins. My heart was pounding like a fucking drum, and I couldn’t catch my breath. I felt the scorching heat of my cum explode from my dick and fill her. With every beat of my heart, more cum spewed from the end of my dick.
Finally, the crippling intensity that held my body captive waned, and everything slowed to a more natural rhythm. I glanced down at Millie. Droplets of water splashed against her cheek, and I realized that I was drenched in sweat. So was she. Her hair was sticking to her cheeks and neck, her eyes closed and lips parted. She looked beautiful and fulfilled.
As if sensing my perusal, she opened her eyes and smiled.
I kissed the tip of her nose. “You look fucking satisfied, darlin’. Looks good on you.”
Her smile grew. “I’m…happy,” she admitted, almost shyly. “I was expecting a beating.”
I snorted at her exaggeration. “Pleasure is the only thing you’ll ever feel by my hands.”
“Even from a spanking?”
“Especially from a spanking.” My soft dick decided that now was a good time to slip out of her body. I felt a copious amount of cum go with it.
Millie shivered. “This is the worst part of having sex.”
“The mess?” I moved to get up with the intention of getting a cloth to clean her up.
“No. When your cock gets soft and shrinks from being inside me.”
She gave me a sad little face that I found cute as fuck. I hesitated and waited for her to continue.
“Means it’s over.”
I glanced between her legs to see the combined juices of our orgasm making its way to the bed. Not a mess. The sight was a fucking turn on. Shit. I’d never fucked a woman bare before, but after seeing this, I planned to fuck Millie bare all the time. Skin against skin added an erotic element to fucking that I didn’t want to give up. As more of my seed escaped between her legs, I put my hand there and pushed it back into her body.
“Not over, baby. I can’t get enough of you, and seeing my seed coming out of your body makes me want to put more in there.” My dick was already turning hard with the thought. Her eyes fell there and she licked her lips. I groaned, and turned to go to the bathroom. “Be right back.”
“Take your time,” she murmured lazily.
Grinning, I went to the bathroom, cleaned my dick off, and wet a wash cloth for her. By the time I’d made it back to the bedroom, Millie had dozed off. Her naked body looked so fucking tempting splayed out on top of my covers; her arm thrown across her body just beneath those luscious tits; her legs slightly spread, as if cooling the heat between them; all that glorious wild hair spread out around her. Damn, she was a sight. I’d had thoughts of cleaning her off and fucking her all over again, and would have if my phone hadn’t buzzed with a text. I set the damp cloth down and searched for my pants, digging my phone out.
I glanced down to see a text from Cole. found him
Jesus, that was fast, considering that we’d been looking for Russ since the little prick had shown his face in Grinders and approached Millie. I texted back, on my way
I slipped into my clothes and cut and glanced back at Millie before I left the room. I was doing this for her, using trouble against the club as an excuse. My brothers weren’t stupid. We could have dealt with Russ in some other, less final way, but I didn’t want Millie to have to spend another fucking minute worrying about him and his gang. If the club squawked about the money he owed us, I’d give it to them myself.
I made my way out to the main room of the clubhouse. Cole, Snake, and Happy were waiting for me.
“That was fucking fast,” I said, joining them.
“Apparently we weren’t the only ones looking for him,” Cole quipped as we all headed toward the door.
That didn’t surprise me. I didn’t ask who, because I didn’t give a fuck.
All I cared about was Millie.
Chapter 25
Millie
Once again, I awoke to an empty bed. Loco was going to have to learn to at least say goodbye to me before he took off. I deserved that much. I stretched and rolled from the bed with a smile on my face, thinking about how good the sex had been between us. All of it. I was a little sore, but it was a good kind of ache. I knew that good sex didn’t equate to love, but it went a long way toward something good. I also knew that I’d probably get there a lot faster than him.
I gathered up my clothes and decided to get a quick shower before putting them on, and headed for the bathroom. It was extremely small, but had a pedestal sink, toilet, and a tiny shower. I set my clothes down on the edge of the sink and began to look for a clean towel. There was a shelf over the sink, but it wasn’t very big and was meant for toiletries and such. The towel bar over the toilet was empty, and I didn’t find a closet. But there was a small wicker cabinet wedged into a corner next to the shower, so it made sense that I would find the towels there.
I pulled out one drawer, but it only held toilet paper and boxes of condoms. Wow. Loco must have taken out stock in the company because there had to be at least twenty boxes there. Different colors and brands, but all the same size. At least he’d practiced safe sex.
I moved on to drawer number two, slid it open, and then froze. All I could do was stare down at the colorful display of women’s panties and thongs, and by the look and smell that was wafting off of them, they’d been worn and not washed. I remembered then that I’d lost my own pair of panties, though they hadn’t been half as sexy as the ones that I was looking at now.
Was this Loco’s trophy drawer? It had to be. Did he handle them, touch them, recall each woman that they belonged to? God, did he hold them up to his nose when he masturbated? I suddenly felt sick, and hurt beyond belief. Were mine in there? One thing I knew for sure was that I was about to go through them to find out. And if my panties were in there, why weren’t they on the top?
Was this all a game to him? Maybe he was in a race with some of his brothers to see who could collect the most panties the fastest. I tried to put a stop to the thoughts that were racing in my head, but once they started it was like an old-fashioned movie reel spinning out of control, faster and faster. Other negative thoughts soon began to take shape, and with them the realization that Loco was an admitted man-whore.
I shook my head and made the decision to get out of there. I needed to distance myself from what I’d seen and I needed to think. I dressed quickly, and just as I was about to leave the bathroom I turned back to the cabinet. I stared at it for a minute, biting the inside of my cheek. Decision made, I went back to it and yanked the drawer out completely. Then I went back into the bedroom and dumped the whole thing in the middle of Loco’s bed. It would be the first thing he’d see when he came back.
