Chapter Fourteen
Veronica
Shooting the good-looking guy sitting across from me a grin, I toss back another shot and push the bottle toward him. He has been matching me shot for shot for the last hour, ever since Van brought me to the clubhouse. With every shot we take, the guy slouches a little more in his chair. When he started this little game, he didn’t realize that I inherited my ability to hold liquor from my father. Where he is getting sloppy drunk, I’m just feeling really fucking good and plan to get feeling even better.
“Are you sure you’re actually drinking that shit and not pouring it over your shoulder,” he asks, his words slurring just a bit.
“Positive.” I smile, grabbing the bottle and taking a shot straight from the source. “My father taught me well.”
Setting the bottle back down, I take in the man. I remember seeing him about a year or so ago. My dad had some business in Chicago and came by to see me while he was in town. This guy was with him. Even though we never spoke, he isn’t someone easily forgotten.
Before we started drinking, he told me that his name was Taz, saying he couldn’t tell me how he got his name. He was willing to show me, though, if I’d go back to his room with him. If it wasn’t for the fact that I wanted Van so fucking much, I might have taken him up on the offer.
Even well on his way to being sloppy drunk, Taz is hot as hell. Considering he is blind in one eye, leaving his iris a nearly translucent shade of blue, he’s not what some women would consider good looking. Still, there is just something about him that causes me to squirm in my seat. Just looking at him, I can tell he would be fucking amazing in bed.
So far, every member I’ve met has been sexy as fuck. Even the older brothers made me lick my lips in appreciation. If Erin and Kat were here, they’d be creaming their panties. Just as that thought hits my mind, I pull out my phone, take a quick picture of Taz, and send it to my girls, knowing they will appreciate his beauty.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asks, laying his forearms on the table top. “Did you just take a picture of me?”
I turn my phone around and let him see the picture. “Sending my friends some man candy for their spank bank collection.”
He chuckles, reaching out for the bottle and pouring himself another shot. “If they need something with more of a personal touch, just let me know.”
I start to ask him to take his shirt off, the alcohol causing me to lose all my reserve. My mouth slams shut as I see Van walking my way. Just looking at him has my nipples tightening. I’ve never seen anything, not a person or a thing, look so fucking good. He’s like sex on legs, and I just know he would have me screaming his name all night long.
“Are you trying to kill Taz?” he asks, taking a seat next to me and throwing his arm over the back of my chair.
I lean into him, laying my hand on his thigh. “Nope, just making sure he has a little bit of a headache in the morning.”
He chuckles, locking eyes with me. “Not too much of one, I hope. He has to ride out with us in the morning.”
As he looks into my eyes, my mind automatically drifts back to the one kiss we shared, and my tongue snakes out to wet my lips. He mumbles something under his breath then lowers his mouth to mine. As soon as his lips touch mine, my body tightens with interest. I kiss him back, enjoying his taste. Moaning into his mouth, I slide my tongue against his, and my body shivers with excitement. Van pulls away, ending the kiss sooner than I would like.
The man in question looks between Van and me with a drunken smile on his face. “Fuck, brother. Tito is gonna kill you.”
Van looks down at me then back to his friend. “We all gotta die sometime, man. I may just as well have some fun on the way out.”
I lean even closer to Van, plastering myself to his side, not even bothering to pretend I don’t understand what he’s talking about. Dad is gonna be pissed, but that is not gonna stop me from crawling into Van’s bed tonight. I’ve been fighting the urge for over a week. I’m done fighting the urge.
Van stands up, pulling me with him. “We’re going to my room, and I’m gonna fuck you. You good with that?”
Feeling my pussy convulse, I nod my head. “Oh yeah.”
Holding my hand, he leads me through the crowd. We walk down the hallway, not saying another word. When we get near the end, he lets go of my hand and pulls his keys out of his pocket. A second later, he has the door open and is pulling me inside. As soon as the door is shut and locked behind us, his lips are on mine again.
Van kisses me until we are both breathless then pulls away and jerks my shirt over my head. “I’ve been dreaming about your tits since the second I set eyes on you at the airport.”
He raises a hand and brushes his thumb over one lace-covered nipple then moves onto the other. They both stand at attention, wanting more of his touch. He slowly works his hand around me, expertly releasing the hook on my bra. As soon as I feel it come undone, I shrug it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
“Your turn,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire.
He starts undressing, only taking his eyes off my breasts when they’re obstructed by his t-shirt. By the time he kicks off his boots and starts on his jeans, I am standing before him with nothing but a pair of lace panties on. He stops for just a second, bringing his hand to the lace and sliding it between my thighs, cupping my pussy.
“I could come just thinking about being inside you,” he says, releasing his hold and grabbing the button on his jeans.
I keep my eyes trained on him as I slide my panties off. “I’d rather wait until you did get inside me. You know, after you’ve fucked me so hard I can’t move.”
“I think I can hold off that long,” he replies, shooting me a wink. “If not, I’m always good for a second round.”
When he finally steps out of his jeans, my mouth starts to water. His cock is stone hard and standing straight up. It’s big, a good eight inches and quite a bit thicker than my wrist. He has a Prince Albert piercing, with a metal ball sitting right on the tip. It’s going to feel amazing inside of me. Before that happens, I want a taste.
Not asking permission, I reach out and attempt to wrap my fingers around it. When they won’t reach, my pussy tingles with excitement. My lips open on their own volition. A second later, I’m on my knees, my tongue circling the head, lapping up a bead of pre-cum. His taste has a moan slipping from my mouth as I take him in, all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he growls out, grabbing hold of my hair and holding me in place. “Swallow my cock, Ronni. I want to feel your throat wrapped around me.”
He fists my hair as he forces me to take him deeper. I moan around his cock, milking him with my throat muscles. I hold him there a few seconds before jerking back and taking a deep breath. I quickly swallow him back then pull out to the tip, showing it extra attention. I flick my tongue over his piercing then pull him in deep again.
“Enough,” he moans, jerking on my hair.
Without giving me time to think, he pulls out of my mouth and picks me up off the floor. He lifts me up, taking a few steps, then throws me on the bed. He is on top of me before the bed even stops vibrating. His lips immediately attach to one of my nipples. When he bites down on the sensitive peak, I let out a strangled moan.
I thread my fingers through his auburn locks and push my breast further into his mouth. He sucks it for just a second, just hard enough to let me know there will be a mark tomorrow, then moves to the other. He gives it the same treatment, leaving me withering for more.
Van finally brings his lips back to mine and gives me a deep kiss. “I want to play, but I need to be inside you too fucking bad.”
“We can play later,” I mumble, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock moving within my body.
He nods then reaches over and pulls a condom out of the nightstand. I grab it out of his hand, using my teeth to tear it open. Using my legs, I force him to roll over on his back and straddle him. His cock is nestled between my thighs, and I can’t stop myself from gliding against its length a time or two.
Only when I know I can’t wait a second more, I move back just enough to roll the condom on. I take my time, looking into his eyes as I do it. Once it’s in place, I wrap my hand around the base and sink down on it, not stopping until he is rooted deep inside of me. My head flies back, and I moan so loud the sound bounces off the walls.
“Yes,” I cry, unable to say anything more.
A second later, he flips me to my back and takes over. He starts powering in and out of me, going deep each and every time. I move with him, wanting him as deep as possible. It feels so good that I can already feel my pussy starting to contract. With each stroke, he brings me closer and closer to the pinnacle.
“Fuck me hard,” I cry out, wanting to fall over that edge.
“If you want something, you ask nicely,” he states, slowing his strokes. “I’m the only one who issues orders in this bed.”
I tighten my walls around him and whisper, “Please.”
He immediately picks up speed. The power of his strokes causes the bed to bang against the wall, filling the room with the thud of wood hitting sheetrock every second. With each thrust, I get closer and closer. A part of me wants this to last, but another part wants instant gratification. That part wins out.
Moving my hand between us, I touch my clit. Van instantly stops, grabbing my hand and pulling it away. Bringing it above my head, he holds it against the mattress.
“If anyone gets to play with this pussy, it’s gonna be me,” he says, letting go of my hand and moving his between us.
His fingers latch onto my clit, giving it a hard squeeze and a twist. He releases it, rubbing small circles over the over-sensitized bud, then pinches it again. That’s all it takes. My hips buck as my pussy clamps down on his cock. Fireworks go off throughout my body, leaving me limp and out of breath.
“Fucking amazing,” I whimper out, wrapping my arms around him.
He pulls his hand from between us and places it against my throat, squeezing just enough to cut off the airflow. “I didn’t say you could come, Ronni.”
His words intensify the aftershocks that are already working through my body. I ride out another orgasm, loving the feeling of his hand at my throat. The hint of danger makes my orgasm hit harder and last a hell of a lot longer.
“Such a bad girl,” he chides, pulling his hand away and grabbing my hair. “Still not waiting for permission.”
He tugs on my long locks as he powers into me. Gliding in and out, his thrusts lose their rhythm. He pounds into me, losing all control of his body. Within a minute, he buries himself to the root, and his cock twitches deep inside of me.
A second later, his weight hits my body, and he says, “Yeah, you are so worth the ass kicking I’m gonna get.”