Unbreakable (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 2) (2 page)

The minutes ticked on and on, and there was still no action below. That didn’t stop his dick of steel from throbbing and awaiting her mouth.

CHAPTER TWO

Ella knew she’d fucked up and she’d also known he was pissed. They had only been together for a few days, but she’d studied him well so she felt pretty knowledgeable about him. What she didn’t know was how to fix this. He’d barely looked at her since he surprised her by coming back to pick her up. He’d saved her ass, and it sounded like he knew it, but he didn’t know why he’d done it if he hated her so much he couldn’t even look at her.

There were lots of ways she could have said she was sorry, but she figured this was one way he’d actually listen to. This had come to her as she attempted looking at the menus and knew she wanted his cock more than she wanted a meal. Here they had the standoff. Well it would be a standoff if she was standing, but she was on her knees and wanted him to look at her. He was a patient man, but the way his cock was standing proud and hard made her think she’d win this challenge.

It was as hard for her to sit and look at his manhood without wanting to taste him and savor his flavor. She loved everything about his cock— from the thick stem, to the large meaty balls, and the fat mushroomed head that was currently sporting a nice pearl of fluid  enticing her to take a long lick. Was it too much that she wanted him to look at her and recognize that she was sorry? It took longer than she thought it would for him to look at her, but she heard the hard expulsion of breath as he seemed to make up his mind.

He looked down at her with a question in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. She liked that he was a proud man and that he had some forgiveness in his heart. This was supposed to have been easy. She was supposed to find a man who owed the Highway Reapers money and tell them where he was. Since she was fresh from prison and couldn’t get a job to save her life, she’d taken the deal from the same assholes who’d essentially helped send her to the clink in the first place. It wasn’t smart, but people do foolish things when they’re hungry. She knew she couldn’t un-ring the bell, but she wanted to believe they could fix this.

“Hi,” she said knowing that sounded really stupid, but she couldn’t think of anything more clever. That one little word made his face cloud over with anger, and she could see how he thought she was playing with him.

“Are you planning to suck my cock, or are you just going to look at it?” Tyson’s words were as tight and hard as his wood, but he had looked at her. Now she was wondering why she thought him looking at her would be the magic thing that brought him out of his funk.

He still wasn’t sunshine and roses, but she’d gotten what she’d wanted in way of eye contact, and she didn’t want to break it. Opening her mouth, she slowly advanced toward his cock, and he watched her as if she was going to do a magic trick. He could have easily taken her head in his hand and fucked her mouth hard and ruthlessly. She probably wouldn’t have even tried to stop him, but he didn’t. He just stood there watching and waiting like a panther awaiting his first opportunity to strike. She loved his eyes on her even if they weren’t warm and fuzzy looks of admiration. She didn’t break eye contact, and neither did he. That had to say something, right?

The first taste of his cock was always the best as the smooth velvety skin of the head filled her mouth. She wanted to go slowly and tantalize him with her skill and his desire, but she was hungrier for him than she thought. Hungry for his acceptance and forgiveness. When she watched him walk away, she thought that was going to be the last time she’d ever see him, and that made her much sadder than she thought it would. Sitting on that bench, she knew that she didn’t have all of the five thousand Bruce the Reaper had given her when he asked her to find Tyson, and he’d asked for double that to pay them back if she hadn’t been able to find her mark. She also knew that they would be looking for her knowing she had been with him but not turned him in. There were a lot of things that Ella was, but stupid wasn’t one of them.

He tasted so good, she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her throat, but he must have liked it because his eyes got wide and his mouth opened just a bit. It was as if he was trying to direct her without saying a word. She didn’t mind that, as long as he kept his eyes on her, and right then it looked like he was too invested to turn away. She knew that would happen – what man would turn down a nice soft suck whether he was mad or not – but she was always the greedy one; she wanted more. Was it bad that she wanted more participation from him? She wanted him putting his hands in her hair, telling her what he wanted her to do and whispering directions, but he didn’t seem to be ready or willing to do that yet. Those caresses and murmurs were for people who were forgiven while she was definitely not in that category. He almost seemed mad that he was enjoying this, but it wasn’t stopping him from taking the pleasure from her.

Pulling off the large knob, she went to the base of his cock and licked a stripe from there to the tip, and the appreciative groan that was released from Tyson’s mouth was like a balm for Ella’s soul. She could do this all day, and she would until she was satisfied. She repeated the action a few times before lightly sucking each nut into her mouth and letting it go with a moan. The vibration would add a bit more to the action.

“I don’t know exactly what you want from me, but you need to tell me now instead of this soft sucking shit. It’s driving me crazy.” Tyson didn’t sound angry, but she could tell he was tired of playing this game. It wasn’t a game though, and if she recalled correctly, he loved for her to suck him slowly and get him all worked up; he just wasn’t in the mood for it.

“I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore.” Ella continued to lick and suck at him with her leisurely pace as she enjoyed him subtly thrusting his hips in her direction. He wanted deeper in her mouth. He wanted her to suck him hard and pump his shaft so he could come hard. He wasn’t feeling all lovey-dovey; he wanted to fuck. She knew this, but she wanted some things too. Maybe they could cooperate.

“And you think getting on your knees and sucking me off is going to guarantee that I won’t be mad? You think since you’re sitting here all sexy and submissive I’ll forget you were going to turn me in for your gain?”

When he put it like that, it did seem rather silly to think he wouldn’t be a bit upset, and she could even see why he may be questioning her actions now. It was confusing to her too. She’d never have slept with him if she’d known who he was when she sat next to him. Bruce should have told her a little more about what Tyson looked like. He gave her a name and a man’s description that could have been more than half of the people she saw that day. Tyson was the one that had given her the fake name and made her believe he wasn’t the mark she’d been looking for, but she didn’t think it would be a good time to place the blame in his lap although some of the responsibility was his.

“I can see your point. If you have to be mad, then use me. I want the taste of your cock in my mouth, and I want to fuck, but I don’t like doing it with someone who is just standing there. If you don’t want to participate fine, but I don’t want to be with an emotionless drone.” She saw in his eyes that he didn’t like that and couldn’t explain the excitement she felt that there was some emotion in him. It felt like he’d just cut himself off from her, and it wasn’t a great feeling at all. She’d rather have anger, disappointment, and animosity than the lukewarm nothing she’d seen since he’d come back to get her. He was thinking about her words, and she didn’t know which way this was going to go.

When he brought his hands to her head and gripped both sides, she knew a decision had been made. Her breath caught, and she wondered what he was up to. She opened her mouth because she anticipated he would slide his throbbing cock between her lips and help her finish what she’d started, but that wasn’t what he had in mind. He turned her head and lay his cock on her cheek rubbing himself all over her face. Tyson slid his cock’s head on her lips like it was Chap Stick and then guided it all around her face – her forehead, her cheeks, down the bridge of her nose –she’d never experienced anything like it. The gestures were almost loving, although she wondered if that is what he wanted her to get from that. It was like he was marking her, and she wouldn’t have thought it was a turn on if someone had asked, but it had gotten her so excited she was practically panting. When she looked up at him, she still wouldn’t say he looked happy, but he did look amused, and now she was the one who didn’t want to play.

“Open wide, princess,” he murmured, and she did what he’d asked as if that was the name she’d answered to all her life.

He pressed his cock deep into her mouth and pulled all the way out like he was teasing her with how much cock he would give her. This went on a few times, and the slow firm cadence in which he fed her his cock made her sticky with his pre-cum, but before she could reward his nasty sexiness by sucking harder or replacing his hand with hers on his shaft, he withdrew and rubbed the cock head against her lips. The mess he was making should have grossed her out a bit, but it was so different from how he’d been with her before. He’d been gentle before, and she’d liked that, but this was different. She didn’t know if this was his kind of punishment, but if that was the case, she was going to have to come up with other things that would piss him off. He held her head and his cock as he guided her to suck him the way he wanted, but he wouldn’t give her enough. Right when she got into a rhythm, he would stop her and pull out or put his wet cock on her face.

“Don’t tease,” she said still looking up into his face. Those words actually brought a smile to his face, and she tried harder to catch him with her mouth. Now who was playing with whom?

“This from the woman who was doing all those candy licks and soft sucks on my cock a few minutes ago? What was that if not a tease? You wanted me to take this situation into my hands and feed you my cock like I know you like it, but why should I?” He hadn’t stopped rubbing his cock on her face or moving so that she wouldn’t be able to get it when she tried, and that made this one of the strangest encounters she’d ever had. At least she could say that he didn’t look like he wasn’t participating or that she was sucking off an android. His mood seemed lighter, but how could it not be when you’re getting your cock sucked? That would have to do something, right?

“Because you like it too, or don’t you remember? Feed me your cock, and let me remind you how much you like how I do it.” Her hunger for him made her bold, and for a second she thought he was going to push her away. He stood there holding his cock close to her mouth, but he’d not moved to do anything more. Rubbing the skin right under the head, she wondered if he was just going to jerk off on her face. She wouldn’t be opposed to that, but that would probably take her one step backward if that was what he wanted to show her what she meant to him.

The grunt of noise was all he gave her before he slid deep into her mouth and sawed his cock back and forth. He held on to her head like it was a handle, and she was excited that he was finally giving her what she wanted. She grabbed on to his ass and wanted to make him as wound up as she was. This man knew how to turn her on, and the full fledge fuck he was giving her mouth coupled with his grunts and moans that were spilling out of him were going to make her come just rubbing her clit on the hard seam of her denim jeans.

He was close, and she knew it, so she worked that much harder to get a powerful release for the man she felt she owed something to for giving her hope that all men weren’t assholes, but she also wanted to give him something because  she had taken some of the positive thoughts he had about her away.

Pulling out of her mouth was new, and she didn’t know what to expect because he usually told her he was coming. It was then she would be rewarded her with the salty protein shot she’d been able to get from him, but he must not have wanted that today. He wanted to deny her that little pleasure, and with all that he’d given, she couldn’t be mad at him. Still keeping his eyes focused on her until the very last second, he painted her face with jets of warm jism. He’d fucked his hand more forcefully than he did her mouth, but the results were just as satisfying, and she felt his ass contract with the force of his orgasm. He was quite vocal with his climax as he moaned and groaned through the very last thrust of his cock through his hand.

When he was done, she cleaned him up with her mouth and sat there looking at him. He stared at her like he was considering his next move, but he stroked her hair with his hand like she was a puppy. What did it say that she was enjoying the attention that it didn’t seem like he realized he was giving.

“So what… you’re going to be my little submissive until I say you’re forgiven?” He was catching his breath, but he didn’t sound as hostile as he had when they first started.

“I don’t know… do you think that would work?” She replied knowing he usually liked her snappy comebacks, and not thinking she had much to lose.

He chuckled a little and pulled her up from the floor. “It might work, but I’d probably be bored in a few hours. I like your sarcastic, smart ass personality better.” The quick kiss he’d given her was somewhat sweet, and she should not have been as happy as she was about it.