Chapter 15
Ava
He pulled me to the bed and I fell on his lap. The sheets got tangled and he gruffly pushed them aside, so that I could see his raging erection now. That thick angry cock that was ready for me, and I could feel the wetness in my pussy.
“You’ve stolen my t-shirt,” he said with a smile, as he brought his lips to me and we were kissing. Our tongues made smacking lapping sounds as we kissed hungrily. His hand slipped under the t-shirt and reached up for my breasts which he cupped and squeezed. I moaned, my body thrilling with the pleasure of his hands.
I reached for his cock, my hand not fitting around its base. I hadn’t forgotten how big he was, but it was still shocking. He groaned and broke the kiss and stretched away from me.
“I want your mouth on my cock,” I heard him say and I looked up at him and I saw the command in his eyes. I was never a fan of blow jobs, but with him, he didn’t have to ask twice. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted to feel powerful with this big muscular man with bloodied knuckles.
I propped myself on my knees and he reached for my head, pushing me down down down till my face was aligned with his cock. Keeping a hold on his cock, I opened my mouth wide.
“Be a good girl and take it all in,” he said, and I heard the sizzle in his voice. He was pushing the back of my head, and I did what he asked. His cock was thick, sliding in to my mouth and I nearly gagged on it. There was no way I could take it in completely, but I was going to try.
Commando started thrusting the moment his cock was a few inches in. Slowly moving his hips back and forth, and keeping a firm grip on my head. His cock rammed into the back of my throat and I gasped and moaned as I tried to fit him in my mouth. His balls swung against my chin. I could hear him grunting and groaning, slowly rocking himself to the edge of pleasure.
Then I felt his hand leave my head, and in the next second, an icy coolness was slipping down my skin. He was tracing a wet line down my back with another ice cube. My skin tingled, covered with goosebumps and I could feel my belly doing somersaults. It was becoming very hard to stay in control.
“I’ve wanted to fuck that mouth for a very long time,” he said, as he traced the ice cube on the small of my back and then gently on my ass. I quivered, faltered and nearly gave up, but he didn’t stop thrusting his cock in my mouth. His groans became louder and I thought he was going to explode in my mouth. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up. The taste of his cock was still musky and strong in my mouth.
He lifted me up, then quickly rolled my t-shirt and threw it away. My breasts bounced into view and he picked up another ice cube from the glass.
“Stay still, princess. Remember, you’re not allowed to come till I give you permission,” he said and my lips parted in anticipation.
He brought the ice cube to my breasts, to my puckered sensitive nipples. Gently, he grazed my nipple with it and my body shuddered and I threw my head back in delight. It was going to be so difficult to not come. When he was doing this!
He was tracing the ice in circular motions on my nipples, on the left and then the right and I could feel my juices dripping down the insides of my thighs.
“Commando, I want to come,” I said, in the same pleading voice I had used before. His lips stretched in a smile, but he didn’t give me permission yet.
The ice started melting, while he gently rubbed it on my nipples, then down my belly till he was touching my pussy with it. I shuddered and pressed my eyes close. It was too much. I couldn’t control myself for much longer.
His gentleness and slow pace was overwhelming. Now he had built the tension up in my belly and I just wanted him to slam into me. My body had started spasming, I wanted to move, I wanted him fucking inside me! I looked down at my body, one hand gripping my left breast, my mouth open with desire. His fingers were playing with my clit, with my pussy, the ice melting against my folds. It was so cold and hot at the same time.
Those fingers, with those bloodied knuckles were so fucking hot. He’d used that same hand to punch a guy bloody, the same hand had pulled the clutch on his roaring bike…had that hand pulled the trigger of a gun too? I wanted to come on those hands, I wanted those fingers inside me.
“Commando, please,” I cried, writhing as he rubbed the ice on my clit.
It happened in a flash. Without missing a beat, he pushed me and I was thrown on the bed. His hands slapped on my waist and he whipped me around. I could feel him behind me, lowering himself over me, while my body was seconds away from a burning, gushing orgasm.
“Oh my God, I’m going to come!” I screamed, clutching the pillows with both hands, my eyes wide open and facing the wall behind the bed. He was covering me with his body, his arms propped on the bed around my face. I reached for his biceps, gripping them tightly with my hands, my nails digging into his flesh.
“I’m sorry for what’s coming, Ava, I just fuckin need you…” he said and even before he had finished the sentence, I felt his cock thrust into my pussy from behind. I screamed with pleasure, feeling his cock reach deep inside me. That thick big cock, pounded into me like a jackhammer, in a quick rhythm giving me no chance to breathe or catch up to his motion. He was thrusting deep, reaching that sweet spot which made me come instantly. I’d been holding back for very long and now I couldn’t anymore.
I couldn’t believe what he had just said. He needed me. This was the toughest, most scary guy I had ever spoken to. He was high up in the biker gang that owned the bar, he carried a gun, he could have any woman he wanted to and right now, he seemed weak, like I was the one who was in control. He was slamming into me with force because he didn’t have a grip on himself. How was this happening?
I came screaming, clutching his biceps with my body shaking and shuddering while he kept pounding into me. I could feel my pussy stretching, going sore. I wasn’t going to be able to walk comfortably for a while.
I felt his hot breath on my back, he lowered his face, biting my shoulder while he kept ramming into me. I was going to come again. So quickly! My pussy tightened around his cock, and he pushed harder, deeper, not stopping for anything as I came.
“Fuck. Ava. Fuck!” I heard him growling in my ear as he came as well. We were coming together. Our groaning was in sync as we came, he was shooting his hot seed inside me while my pussy streamed of its juices around his cock. The bed shook wildly, the sheets and pillows were all scattered on the floor and the melted ice cubes had left damp spots on the mattress.
He collapsed on top of me, his body covering mine, his cock still inside me. Both our breathing was ragged and harsh, and then I felt him gently push aside a portion of my hair. His lips grazed my burning ears and he nipped my earlobe playfully.
“Good morning,” he said and I smiled, buried under him on his bed. I couldn’t believe how happy and satisfied I was feeling, how everything just felt right. I didn’t care how little I knew about this man, all I cared about was what he was capable of making me feel. And he was capable of making me feel good…and safe.
“I wish I could stay, but you should,” I heard him say and I felt my heart sinking. “Tell your friend where you are so she doesn’t worry.”
“Already taken care of,” I countered trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. He was going to leave. He moved from over me and then slid off the bed. I turned and moved up against the headboard, watching him as he began to dress himself. There was nothing more delicious than that chiseled body of his.
“Spend the day here and go straight to the bar when it’s your shift,” he said and I bit down on my lip, stifling a smile.
This felt normal for some reason.