Slade (7 page)

      “Fuck,” he groans out. He closes his eyes and moans.
Oh my, that moan. So deep and rough.
“Pull my hair again and I will fuck you instead of just licking you. Got it?”

      Knowing that I’m pushing my luck with him, I release his hair and grip onto the bike handlebars behind my head. I’m already too far to turn back now. I want his tongue, but that’s it. Nothing more. This is it. Just one time. Just . . .

      “Oh fuck,” I moan out as his tongue slides up my pussy, slowly and teasingly. “This can only happen once. You know that, right?” I fight to catch my breath. “This is wrong in so many ways.”

      He looks up from between my thighs with a sly grin. He’s a dirty little snake that has me in his grips and he knows it. “Yeah, but it feels so fucking right, doesn’t it?”

      I don’t answer. I don’t want to. All I want to do is close my eyes, lean back and let his tongue work its magic to release the tension I’ve had built up since this morning. When he sucked my wetness into his mouth and tasted me, I almost gave in right there and let him have me. It took every bit of strength to fight my urge to pull him into the shower and let him have his way with me; to fuck me just once.

      His tongue works slowly at first to spread the moisture up my folds. He’s being gentle and teasing me, making me want more. His rhythm is precise and in control as if he knows the exact spot to work me up. He’s slowly building me up, knowing I’ll want more at the end. He’s fucking good; a pro. He’s in control of his game and it makes me want to knock him down a notch; tease him a little.

      I catch myself moaning as he slides his tongue down further and shoves it into my pussy as deep as it will go. He’s fucking me with his tongue. The feel and the thought is enough to almost bring me to climax . . . but I fight it. I’m not ready yet and I have a feeling he won’t let me get off so easily anyways.

      After a few seconds he slips his tongue out and slides it up and over my clit before sucking it into his mouth. It feels so good I have to reach out and grip his hair again. I feel myself pulling and the harder I pull the better his tongue pleases me. He gets off on this and I plan to use this to my advantage.

      I yank his hair to the side and he sucks my clit so hard that I scream out in pleasure and almost fall over, but he catches me. I can feel him growling against my clit and it deepens the pleasure and makes me want more as he holds me steady. “Oh shit! Oh shit!”

      “Fuck this s
hit! I want to fuck you so bad and make you scream louder while I’m pounding your tight little pussy. It’s so fucking hot hearing me pleasure you.” Standing up, he runs his tongue over his lips and places both of his hands on his bike, hovering above me. “You want me to fuck you?” He runs his tongue up my neck and stops at my ear. “Just say the word and I’ll end that throbbing ache between your legs. I’ll fuck you so good that my cock will be the only one you ever fucking think about again. Let me show you.”

      I shake my head and place my hand on his chest. “No. Dammit, Slade.” I give him a shove, but against his firm body, it doesn’t even make him budge. It only makes me want him more. “I don’t need you to fuck me and I don’t want you to. Just finish this so we can go back to hating each other.”

      Wiping the rain off his face, he spreads my legs wider and places his thumb over my clit and starts rubbing. “Why? Are you afraid it will feel too good? You scared that I might please you better than anyone else can?” I look at him and swallow while trying to pretend his words aren’t having the effect on me that they are. “My cock will feel so good in that tight little pussy.” Grabbing the back of my head with one hand, he shoves a finger inside me and sucks in his bottom lip. I moan and take a deep breath, feeling the thickness of his finger move in and out, making my body feel hot and tingly. “See how wet I make you.”

      Closing my eyes, I moan and grip onto his wet hair. I have the urge to pull it and push him even further. I want his finger deeper. I need to get off. “You’re an asshole for doing this and you fucking know it,” I say between deep breaths.

      “Oh yeah, baby,’’ he breaths into my ear. “Fucking show me how much of an asshole I am and I’ll show you how good I am at pleasing you. You want me to please you; you have to fucking work for it.”

     
What a fucking asshole.

      “Fuck you!” I scream as I dig my nails into his back, wanting to hurt him. “You’re such an asshole.”

      He freezes and looks me dead in the eyes, clenching his jaw muscles. His eyes look fierce and I start to wonder if maybe I shouldn’t have done that.

      “I’m-”

      “Don’t fucking say it,” he cuts me off.

      Without saying another word, he lifts me up off the motorcycle and holds me up high enough for me to squeeze my thighs against his face. I can feel his lips brushing my clit and it already makes me want to lose control.

     
Oh shit.

      Gripping my ass in his hands, he squeezes while his tongue works on catering to the aching throb between my legs. I grab onto his hair as I arch my back and scream. I scream so loud that it hurts. It actually fucking hurts. My heels dig into his back as I continue to hang here while he pleasures me. He doesn’t seem like this is straining him at all.

      I have never felt anything so good in my life. This is definitely not what I was expecting. I feel the heat surging through my body and I can tell that I’m almost there. I’m so damn close that it hurts. “Shit, it feels so good. Don’t stop, Slade. Faster . . .”

      He grips me tighter and sucks my clit into his mouth right as my body trembles in his arms and I’m brought to climax by his tongue.
Damn, that magical tongue. Oh fuck me, I’m screwed.

      “Holy shit, Slade. What the fuck did you just do to me?” I suck in a deep breath and release it. My heart is pounding so fast that I’m starting to feel dizzy. “Put me down, dammit. Put me down.”

      He runs his hands up my legs before grabbing my waist and helping me down to my feet. His eyes bore into mine as I take a step back and reach down for my shorts as fast as I can.

      I feel like such an idiot for letting him get me off. I don’t even like this guy. He’s a jerk; nothing but trouble. The fucking devil in disguise, looking to taint my soul and consume my every fucking thought.
I really need to get out of here.

      He leans against his bike, giving me a cocky look as I quickly slip my shorts on and wipe the water off of my face. “I’m ready to go. Take me back to the house.”

      Without saying a word, he reaches for his helmet, slips it on my head and jumps onto the bike. I grab his hand as he offers it for help. “What about your shirt?”

      “Fuck it. I don’t need it.” I feel his chest rumble as he laughs under his breath. “What about your panties?”

      “Fuck you, Slade.”

      He revs up the engine, makes sure I’m holding on tight and then takes off.

                                        *       *      *

The rain stopped almost immediately after we left. The ride back was in total silence. Exactly how I expected it to be. By the time we get back to the house, all I want to do is get as far away from
Slade
as I can. I feel so stupid for letting him work me up the way he did and catch me in a moment of weakness.

      All it does i
s show him that he’s right; he gets whatever he wants. I told myself I wouldn’t let this happen, that I would be good this week and take some
me
time to figure out my life. So much for that. I feel like such a failure for being so careless.

      I quickly hop off the motorcycle and slide the helmet off my head. Slade stays seated and watches me as I hand him the helmet. I can’t help but to notice how sexy he looks shirtless on th
at damn motorcycle. Those tattoos and that damn perfect body. I hate it. No one should be allowed to look that devilishly sexy. “You’re not coming in?” He slides the helmet on his head and adjusts the crotch of his jeans.

      He turns away, takes a deep breath and reaches into his pocket. “Here’s the key. I’ll be back tonight.”

      I reach for the key and swallow. For some reason I don’t want him to leave. Yeah, I wanted to get far away from him, but I wanted him to at least be in the house. “All right then,” I say aggravated. “And just so you know, that is never happening again. Got it? Stay as far away from me as you can. You got to me in a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.”

      He grips the handles, clenches his jaw and watches as I walk away. I don’t know why he even bothers waiting. I’m sure he’s ready to get as far away from me as I am him.
That’s probably a good thing. The two of us being around each other is nothing but bad news. He’s no good for me.

      Letting myself in the house, I go straight for Cale’s room and fall face first onto his bed. I’m so pissed at myself that I scream like a fucking child. I’m twenty three years old and I still have no control over my life. I need to stay far away from Slade before he makes everything more difficult.

      I knew he was going to be trouble from the second I laid eyes on him at the club. I just knew it. Heck, even his name screams trouble. Slade Merrick. Enough said.

Chapter Seven

Slade

I’ve never had a woman act as if
me
pleasing
her
disgusted her. This is a fucking first. I can’t say that I like it. As a matter of fact, it pisses me off. She knows damn well that she enjoyed it. I bet she’s never had someone make her scream that loud before; make her come on contact. She’s just afraid to admit it; afraid to give into her needs; afraid that I’ll fuck her too good. That has to be it.

      With the way she has me feeling at the moment, the last thing I want to do is go and exist in the same house as her just to have her avoid me and act as if she doesn’t want it as much as I do. I’m not down for that shit right now. I need to get some things off my mind; cool off a bit.

      Out of habit, I end up at
Walk of Shame
. Pulling my motorcycle in the back parking lot, I yank my helmet off before slamming it down on my seat and shoving my motorcycle. Cale and Hemy better be ready to keep the drinks fucking flowing, because I have a feeling that I will be here for a while.

     
Stay far away from her. Yeah, I’ll fucking stay far away.

      I push my way through the back door, walk over to my locker and grab a shirt. I get ready to put it on, but say
fuck
it
instead. I’ll end up without it on by the end of the night anyways. I toss it down and make my way into the bar.

      I notice that the crowd is finally starting to show up. Perfect fucking timing. There should be plenty of entertainment to keep me busy.

      As I approach the bar, I see Cale sitting on the edge of the bar talking to a group of women. They all seem to be laughing; fucking entertained.

      He nods and jumps off the bar when he sees me. “Dude, why the hell do you look so pissed? I thought you were going to keep Aspen company until I get off?”

      Leaning over the bar, I grab for the nearest liquor bottle and reach for an empty glass. “Yeah well, she’s not the easiest to fucking entertain. I’m pretty sure she’d rather be alone right now.”

      Cale tilts his head back with a dirty look as he watches me pour a drink. “Yeah . . . or maybe it’s just you she doesn’t want to be around.”

      “Fuck off, Cale. I’m not in the mood today.”

      “Yeah, well nothing new there.”

      Slamming back my drink, I set the empty glass down on the bar and take a step closer to Cale so we’re face to face. I want to see him when he says it. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

      Looking away from me, he sighs and takes a step back. “You know what I mean. You’re just not the same person you used to be. You’re my best friend, but seriously, you need to . . .” He huffs and grips the towel over his shoulder. “Never mind. I’ve got work to do.”

      “Yeah. Me too. I have
a lot
of fucking work to do.” I pour another drink and make my way over to one of the empty couches. Lucky for me, everyone seems to be in the back room with Hemy so I can get a few minutes to myself.

      I set my drink down on the table next to me and lean forward with my head in my hands and my elbows resting on my knees. I just can’t get over the fact that I’m so pissed off at this fucking woman. This morning my past consumed my thoughts and now the fact that this woman angers me like nothing else has taken over; has me completely worked up. The bad part is, the more she angers me the more I want to fuck her and take it out on her.