SLAM HER (13 page)

I don’t know what the fuck had gotten into me at that point. I was so caught up in everything I didn’t stop to see who it was.

I brought the knife down just as Slam turned to face me.

I never saw a man move so fast before. He blocked my wrist, twisted it, and stripped me of the knife before I could take a breath. He kicked the knife away and then his hands were at my hips. He lifted me up and carried me to the table. He kicked a chair out of the way and sat me on the table. With just inches between us his hands touched my face, forcing me to look at him.

“Belle, it’s me. It’s Slam,” he said.

I did a double take and then came back to reality.

“I’m so sorry…”

“You don’t have to be,” he said. “Shit, babe, are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Where’s Kyle?”

“He’s not here now,” Slam said. “He won’t bother you ever again.”

My lips quivered. “Did you kill him?”

“In some ways, yes, I did. You’re safe now, Belle. I swear on it.”

Maybe a normal woman would have realized the severity of the situation long before that moment there as I sat on the table, my legs touching Slam’s legs. He towered over me as I stared up at him. My savior came with a leather cut, a motorcycle, scruff on his face, and murder in his eyes.

The next move was all me.

I grabbed the lapels of his leather cut and pulled at him. I needed him closer.
I needed him inside me.

Shit. What was I thinking?

I reached with my right hand and grabbed the back of his neck. I pulled at him, desperate for him.

He leaned down and kissed me. Wasting no time with his tongue as he explored my mouth. I tried to fight back, wrestling at him, but he was so overbearing, it was impossible to do so. I dug my nails into the back of his neck and wanted more. I craved more. This was the feeling I had been waiting for my entire life. That insatiable need that only one man could satisfy.

Next thing I knew I was grabbing at his right hand, putting it to my breast. I did okay in that department but the size of Slam’s hand made me feel flat chested. He squeezed me over my shirt and I felt like I had an explosion between my legs. I gushed like I had just come. My body was so over sensitive it was almost embarrassing.

I put my hand to his and felt something slimy.

That’s when the kiss came to a sudden stop. I looked down at his hand as Slam started to kiss my neck. The feel of his lips and tongue touching my skin made everything quiver. His teeth grazed my neck and drew a line to my ear.

“Belle, I’ll keep you safe now,” he whispered. “Fuck, babe, you taste so good already.”

I couldn’t speak for a few seconds. My eyes could only focus on the blood on his hand. His knuckles looked like they had been dipped into dark tomato sauce. I ran my pointer finger along his swollen middle knuckle and he stopped kissing me.

“Ah, shit,” he whispered.

He took his hands off me and backed away. On my left breast there was blood on my shirt. I gripped the edge of the table tight, finally understanding what I had gotten myself into.

We just stared at each other and slowly, Slam lifted his hands up. He made fists and showed them to me. I understood what he had done to Kyle. What was right to be done and what the law wouldn’t have done. That’s when everything started to click into place. Maybe Slam wasn’t a bad guy in the sense of wanting to hurt people for his benefit. He was just a lawless man… an outlaw… going by his own path.

“Did he hit your face?” I asked.

“No. That was my brother.”

“What?”

“That’s how we talk sometimes. Two rounds and then we hug.” He eyed his fists. “But this, my hands, this is what I did to Kyle. He’s never going to call you again, Belle. He’s never going to bother you again. Because if he does it again, I will kill him.”

Slam then walked away from me.

I turned my head and watched as he sought out the bathroom.

My hands were gripping the table so tight my knuckles were ghost white.

I knew what to do next though.

Whatever was happening with myself and Slam wasn’t going to ease up.

I slid off the table and turned to face the hallway. The light from the bathroom poured out as I heard the sound of the sink water rushing. He was cleaning off Kyle’s blood down my bathroom drain.

It was in some weird way the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me.

I bit my bottom lip and felt a surge through my body.

I couldn’t believe what my mind and heart had agreed upon.

Slam… was the one.

twenty

(slam)

*NOW*

I turned the water off and caught Belle staring at me. She was in the doorway and her eyes screamed of sex. Fuck, that was all I needed right then. Of course, it was the easiest target to go after. I had just saved her damn life and now she wanted to give me her body in return for that. It wasn’t the first time that had happened in my life.

But I was not going to do this tonight.

Why the fuck not, Slam? This is what you wanted. This is your plan. It’s working easier than you thought. Knox was right about Belle…

Shit. Was she really getting to me?

I dried my hands and walked to her. Her eyes were no match for mine. What she thought in her mind was simply a reality in mine. She could fantasize all she wanted about my dick inside her, but I was the one who knew how it felt to have a good fuck. She didn’t. I knew what it was like to have a woman crave my tongue, melt like ice cream on hot pavement to my touch. And I knew what it was like to stare down into a beautiful set of eyes as I came into a woman’s throat.

Belle did not.

I reached for her face and touched her soft cheek. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”

I tried to move but Belle put her hands to my stomach. Slowly, she pulled up my shirt, forcing herself to touch my bare skin. When her fingers bounced along the ripples of my abs, I saw the look in her eyes get even hotter.

What the fuck did she think she was up against? I was built from stone and work. Every inch of my body was thick muscle. And her soft little tongue looked ready to slither along every inch I had to offer.

“Slam…”

I leaned in and stole her words, exchanging whatever the fuck they were for a kiss.

Both her hands were eager to slide down and grab the top of my jeans. Now she was really trying to fuck with me. My cock pulsed, filling right up, sliding down my jeans.

Our tongues met again and I reached down, grabbing one of her hands. I placed it to the root of my cock, over my jeans, and forced her to trace a long line down to my tip. Her mouth opened with a shocked sigh when she realized what she had gotten herself into.

I broke the kiss and grinned.

I knew it would take me some time to work myself into that tight, fresh pussy of hers, but I would do just fine.

For tonight, I wanted to taste her. I wanted to dip my tongue into that honeypot of hers and start stealing all that I could get to.

“Oh, fuck,” Belle whispered and her hand started to grip my cock over my jeans.

“Oh fuck is right,” I said. “I warned you. Now you’re going to pay.”

My hands then grabbed her sweet ass and lifted her up. She let out a playful cry and I walked her down the hallway. I kicked open every fucking door I could find until I found the bedroom.

I dropped her to the bed and she sat right up, going for my shirt again. She pushed my shirt up and came forward, kissing my stomach. I let out a low rumble in my throat. This fucking woman was killing me. And I was supposed to be killing her.

I reached for her hair, sliding my fingers into the beautiful blonde locks. I made a fist and then pulled, making her gasp in pain as she then looked up on me. Her mouth was open, the tip of her tongue showing. I stepped back and grabbed my jeans. I ripped open my belt buckle and ripped open my jeans. With one hand, I shoved my jeans and boxers down, about half down the length of my shaft. I grabbed my cock and pulled it free. I was long, thick, hard, and primed to fucking going after Belle.

As I held my cock tight, I brought the fleshy tip to her thin lips and touched her. Instant redness spread across Belle’s face. Her body shuddered but it was fucking too late now. No way we could turn back from this.

“Kiss it,” I said. “Right now, babe.”

Belle put her lips together, right at the tip of my cock. She kissed me and then inched back, waiting for the next command. I thrust forward and gently rubbed my cock around her lips. They were soft, warm, so unprepared for what I had to offer. Goddamn, the beauty and innocence of Belle was almost too much to bear.

“Open,” I ordered.

Belle opened her mouth again for me. I lifted my cock up, gripping hard at the base of my shaft. My veins were throbbing, waiting for the command to spray cum all over Belle’s face and into the depths of her throat.

Not yet, Slam. Not fucking yet.

“Taste,” I said.

Belle gripped the edge of the bed and leaned forward, the tip of her tongue coming forward. She touched the bottom of my shaft and it sent a bolt of electricity through my entire body. She licked from halfway down, all the way to the tip. Her eyes never left mine.

“Again,” I said.

Belle repeated the motion two more times and I felt a little gush up my shaft.

Pre-cum pooled at the tip of my dick, a warm, clear drink for Belle.

“Again… and take it,” I said.

Belle put her tongue to the bottom of my shaft and licked up again. She then moved over the head of my cock, looking down, taking me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my tip, taking my pre-cum with ease, but that was the only thing easy about me. She managed to get her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and then quickly pulled back off me with a wet pop sound. She went for it again, like a fucking savage, determined to suck me.

This time, she relaxed and took more of me. I felt her tongue pressing hard to the bottom of my shaft. Her lips over the head of my cock and to my shaft. She only got another couple inches before easing back. Her teeth grazed the sensitive ridge of my tip and I hissed, loving that feeling.

I could feel the cum already churning in my balls, ready to unload.

Belle came off my dick and I pulled her again, keeping away.

I stepped back from the bed and took my hand from her hair. Without a word, I then went to work. I took off my leather cut and my shirt. I had no business with any of that shit right now. My mouth was starving for Belle’s pussy.

“I want you stripped from the waist down right now,” I told her.

Belle leaned back and touched her pants. I watched as she took her pants off, so fucking slow. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to be seductive or if she was just that nervous. Either way, I didn’t have forever to wait around.

I grabbed her pants when they were at her ankles and I tore them off. I then dropped down to the floor and grabbed the back of her legs, lifting them up to my shoulders. She let out a hopeless cry and grabbed for me. I quickly buried my face into her soft panties, smelling her sweet scent fill my nose. Goddammit, she wasn’t wearing some lacy thong or something fancy. They were fucking cotton panties. Something a fucking virgin would wear. A woman unsure of what her body had to offer.

I rubbed my nose against her and felt her body jerking already. A wet spot easily formed on her panties and I looked up at her, realizing she was already on the edge of orgasm.

“Fuck, babe, you’re about to come already,” I said.

“Yes,” she said and bit her lip. She then nodded, her eyes pleading with me to finish her off.

My hands eased up the back of her legs to her ass. I stopped at the top of her panties and pulled at them. She lifted up and let me slide them down her legs and off. The second I saw her bare pussy (finally) I gritted my teeth so hard they felt like they were going to shatter.

Her labia were like delicate flower petals, fresh with morning dew, awaiting the adventure of a new day. I was the fucking tornado about to wreak havoc on that flower, its nectar, and those petals. Her pussy lips hugged each other tight, almost shivering as I approached her.

My hands dug under and into her ass, propping her up, getting her ready.

I had plenty to take care of, but first, Belle needed to come.

My tongue barely touched her labia when she bucked her hips at me and cried out.

“Easy, babe,” I whispered.

I brought my right hand between her legs and took my thumb, pressing it to the bottom of her pussy. I made a straight line up, splitting her labia open and hooking at her tender clit.

I barely pressed at her clit when Belle lost it for the first time.

Her hands grabbed the sheets as she thrust forward, her head dropping back, letting out a long groan. I eased my thumb down to her hole and felt her pulsing, a fresh warmth spilling from between her legs. I started to make circles, splashing at the wild wetness right before me.