Chapter Six
Tigger
I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking when I told that girl I wanted to see her again next week. This was just supposed to be a one-time thing. One fuck and move on. But something about that girl and the way she moaned when I touched her body, makes me want more of her. So, I did the unthinkable and told her I wanted to see her again. The insane part is that I have every intention of seeing her again.
I thought about not coming to meet her again, but the second she reappeared looking refreshed and with some color on her cheeks, that is the moment I knew I would do this all over again and have every intention of meeting her here again. There’s something about her sweet innocence that draws me to her. She’s like a docile little sheep in here, but the second I had her in my arms outside, she turned into a wild animal, and I want more of her. I want to break her down until there’s nothing left of her and I’ve had my fill. Next time should be enough to satisfy me enough to move on. This is the first time I’ve thought about fucking a girl more than once since Kara, and I haven’t thought about Kara once since I went with the girl outside. That’s progress. I know I’m nowhere near healed, but she gives me hope that maybe I’m not as broken as I once thought I was.
The girl, who I learned is Summer after begging Thunder for her name, goes to the club every night looking for me. At first, it’s easy to stay away from her, but the longer the week progresses, the harder it becomes to keep my distance. She doesn’t have any clue that I’m the man that fucked her outside the club. That makes this game all the more fun, but sad at the same time. She sat right next to me early in the week and had no clue who I was. She just simply stated that she was waiting for someone and that was that. Kind of makes me a little sad that she doesn’t know I’m the man that pleasured her. I almost yanked her off the stool and outside the door after that moment, be I remained strong and kept my distance. The longer I make her wait, the more satisfying it will be.
When she hits the dance floor after a couple of drinks, that’s the moment I almost cave and go to her. I have to hold the bar behind me for support when she spreads her legs wide and dances. She’s hoping I’m here somewhere watching her. I see her eyes scanning the crowd, looking for the man from last weekend, but she has no clue I’m sitting right here watching her the entire time. Her dresses become shorter and tighter as the week progresses, almost like she knows I’m secretly watching her and she wants me to come find her. Her body looks ready to fuck, she craves it, I can tell by the way her body shakes with need. She turns away suitors all week, choosing to dance alone. She wants me to know she’s waiting for me.
I stay away the entire week, simply watching her from the corner of the bar for a while before I leave and head back to The Dragon with a severe case of blue balls. Kara finally orders me out of the club early on Saturday night when I bark orders at the girls and cause one of them to run to the back crying. I didn’t mean to make her cry, but I’ve been on edge all week, the sexual frustration slowly eating me alive. It doesn’t help matters that I’ve been stuck here with Kara all week.
It was easy to not think about her when I was with Summer, but not so easy when I come back here day after day and have to face Kara dancing up there on stage with the girls. God, I miss the feel of her body and her easy-going laugh, I miss the late nights she spent talking to me in my bed and passing out in my arms when I held her close and promised her everything would work out for her in the end.
In the end, things did work out for her, just not in the way I had hoped . Instead, she went home with Dean, and I’m left watching from the sidelines, their family growing and developing more and more with each passing day.
When I was with Summer, it was easy to forget about how my past led me to where I am today and how it molded me into this heartless bastard that I am now.
Arriving at Black Lightning, I consider turning around and heading back home. I park my bike in a dark corner to keep it hidden, and when I dismount and see the long line circling around the block, I almost lose my nerve. I don’t like this many people seeing me around here. Most people around here know who I am and it makes me uneasy. I prefer the inside of my club, there I can control who comes inside. Here, it seems like they let anyone in that’s willing to pay the cover fee. That makes this place dangerous. More than just for myself, but Summer as well. Her dresses have been becoming more and more revealing, she’s becoming more daring and showing more skin with each passing day.
Tonight, I have every intention of just going in there and sitting at the bar so I can keep an eye on her.
“Corona,” I nod to the bartender when he asks me what I want to drink. I don’t turn around to look behind me until he sets the drink down before me. I take my time dropping the wedge of lime and some salt inside, needing a moment before I turn to face the club behind me.
Tonight, I’ve decided to wear a dark black cap that covers most of my face in case I decide to take her outside with me again. I don’t want her to see my face and know who I am, I don’t like the way women treat me when they find out who I am. They all of a sudden feel like they need to act sweeter or want to trap me with their bullshit once they find out I’m a senior member of the Dragon Skulls. I like the mystery and the fact that I know this girl’s name, but she doesn’t know mine. I know she’s dying to know my name, but I’m not going to tell her who I am just yet. I may not tell her at all.
The music changes suddenly and a sultry dance mix starts, a loud cheer coming from the crowd. Of course, I turn to look as well and what I find there almost has me choking on my beer.
There she is, in the middle of the fucking dance floor wearing a sheer fucking purple dress. Of course, she’s wearing a matching lingerie set underneath, but that doesn’t distract from the fact that she’s practically naked right now and has that fuck me dress bunched up in her fingers, barely covering her backside. She has her legs spread wide open, and her head is thrown back while she dances, her hips swaying back and forth in time with the music.
A man approaches her from behind and wraps his hands around her waist. I almost stand from my stool and go to her, but I wait to see what she’s going to do. I can’t exactly go over there and push the man off of her, I have no right, so I sit back and wait. I start to get irritated when she dances back against him, a smile lighting up her face, but the second she feels his hands on the front of her upper thighs and his slow decent upwards under her dress, that is the moment I think she realizes it isn’t me behind her.
She turns to look behind her and her eyes widen when she sees the giant, heavy-set man behind her. The shock is evident on her face when she looks him over, taking in his large size and the way he leers down at her. I think about going to her to help, but she surprises the both of us when she cocks her fist back and pummels him in the stomach causing him to fall backward and howl in pain. Security is upon them seconds later, and with a point of her well-manicured finger, security is hauling the angry man away from her and out the door.
The mood appears to be broken for her. She doesn’t resume dancing. Instead, I watch her tuck some of her hair behind her ears and make her way on shaky legs towards the bathrooms at the rear of the club. I don’t think, I get up and trail behind her slowly, careful to keep enough distance between us, so she won’t know I’m behind her, following her, slowly stalking my prey. Tonight will be the night I go to her again. One final time together. I shouldn’t go to her when I’m so wound up, but my feet seem to have a mind of their own, following her down the darkened hallway and over to the bathrooms.
I think about following her in there when she takes forever. But her absence gives me the time I need to evaluate if I want to drag her outside and risk having her see my face, or if I want to grab her and pull her into the linen closet next to the bathroom that I find unlocked. Linen closet it shall be. I don’t want her to know who I am, I’m too well known and with her being Natalie’s friend it wouldn’t be long before she discovers who I am. That could make or break me.
I open the door to the linen closet and step inside, closing the door just enough to stay hidden in the darkness and wait for her to emerge from the bathroom. She doesn’t disappoint coming out of the bathroom, and the click of her heels alerts me to her closeness to the door. I wait until she’s clear past me before I reach out the door and grab her from behind, one of my hands grabbing her waist the other closing over her mouth when she screams. I quickly slam the door shut behind us and click the lock in place before someone can hear her scream. I slam her against the door, my hand remaining over her mouth. The only thing visible in the darkness is her wide eyes as she stares up into mine. The darkness of this room heightens her other senses, and her chest heaves up and down, I know she wants to scream, I can feel her readying herself to bite me.
“Don’t you dare,” I growl.
I enjoy the way her breath catches in her throat. I swiftly remove my hand from over her mouth and step away from her, turning my back on her, not enjoying the way I feel right now. I want to dominate her, punish her, and this isn’t like me. I’ve been known to be gentle and not demanding, but something about this woman makes me want to be rough with her and fuck her raw. This is unknown territory for me, and it’s dangerous like a drug I’m suddenly addicted to.
I feel her behind me, her body heat radiating from her body and burning into my leather jacket. I feel her hesitantly place her hands on my shoulders, testing to see if this is okay. It’s more than okay.
I want her to touch me.
I crave her touch.
I want to pull away from her, but my body wants her touch, it longs to feel alive again. A way I haven’t felt since Kara.
I allow her to remove my jacket from my body, which she gently places on the ground beside us. She trails her finger down my arm as she circles my body, the only sounds in the room, the click on her purple heels and our mingled breathing. No words are necessary right now. We don’t need to see one another either to know what the other wants. It’s almost like her body was made for me and mine hers. We know just where the other is and what they want.
I hear her shuffling around before me when she steps out of her dress, the fabric of her clothing falling noiselessly from her body, the only sound they make is the light thud when they land in a pile with my jacket. I follow her, removing my black shirt. She stands before me silent, unmoving, I wonder what she looks like right now if her tits are pebbled in anticipation of my hands on her body.
I don’t wait to find out, allowing my hands to reach forward and trail up her body until I find my prize and squeeze them, tugging on her nipples almost to the point that it should be painful.
“More,” she begs, placing her hands over mine and encouraging me to squeeze her harder. She likes it rough and doesn’t protest when I bend my head forward and replace my hand with my mouth and bit her nipple. Her knees buckle beneath her, and she clings to me, struggling to stay standing when pleasure rockets through her entire body. She’s on fire, her whole body shaking like a leaf with the pleasure she longs to feel.
I release her and search for my jacket in the darkness and use it like a blanket on the floor so I can lie her down on it. I can’t exactly take what I want from her if she can’t stand. She goes down willingly, her body melting into a puddle on the floor.
I resume the task at hand, biting and sucking her nipples until she’s begging me for more, her hips gyrating in the air, searching for her relief. I like that she shows what she wants, so tonight, I will give her what she craves. I kiss down her stomach, trailing kisses down her center until I find her center and spread her legs wide. She doesn’t hesitate, willingly opening her legs wider to accommodate my large size. I breathe her in, taking my time. I know this is driving her insane.
“Please,” she begs. Her center lifts off the floor, and I’m forced to place one hand on her stomach to keep her still. “Please,” she begs again when I make no move to help her.
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my lips. She’s a needy little thing. Probably from waiting all week for me. I toss my hat down next to me and dive in face first to taste her for the first time. She smells and tastes like a coconut flavored cupcake, and all I want is to take more and more from her. I lick her over and over again, faster and faster with each pass, finally taking her clit into my mouth and inserting two fingers inside of her. Maybe another time, I’ll let her cum all over my face, but for today, I’m going to be inside of her.
She huffs in frustration when I pull away from her, I know she was right there, on the edge of finding her release, but we are going to do things my way, and that means she’s not going to cum until I feel like letting her.
I sit up, wiping my mouth on her inner thigh and kissing her there to soften the blow of not giving her what she wants. She wants to whine, I can sense it, but she remains quiet when I sit up and undo my jeans, allowing my cock to come forward and rub against her center. I keep my cock there, teasing her while I search my back pocket for the condom I put there earlier. I find it and pull away from her long enough to pull it on and position myself over her.
She reaches for me, but I’m in control this time, so I take both her hands into my left one and force them over her head. She tests me, struggling to release her hands, but when she sees I have no intention of letting her go, she relaxes and allows me to hold her hostage. I use my other hand to brace myself against the floor, right next to her head and push my hips forward entering her swiftly.
Tonight, I’m not gentle with her, I roughly fuck her, allowing all my pent-up stress-free inside of this woman. If she doesn’t like it, she doesn’t protest, she instead moans and pushes back against me as best she can with her hands trapped above her head.
“Fuck, I’m close. Tell me your close,” I tell her, my entire body tightening in preparation for the explosion that’s about to occur.
She doesn’t respond she instead fights against me to release her hands, and this time, I let her go. She pushes herself up and forces me back, so I’m sitting on my knees. She climbs up my body and takes over, wrapping her hands in my hair and placing her heels on the floor on either side of us and pumps herself up and down. I help her, squeezing her ass with my hands and slapping her a few times, encouraging her to ride me harder.
“Like that, baby,” she shouts, her upper body leaning backward while she continues to ride me. I take her nipple into my mouth and tug on her piercing with my teeth causing her to go off like a rocket. “Of fuck,” she shouts, her movements growing erratic against me, wetness flooding out of her and covering me as she cums. She continues to moan long after she’s done, enjoying the feel of my dick inside of her. I try to hold off for as long as I can, but her warmth wrapped around me becomes too much and with a shout, I still inside of her, my cock buried deep as I cum.
We are silent for a long time after that. She doesn’t complain, clinging to me in silence, enjoying the feel of me against her. I kiss her softly on the lips before I release her and help her to stand. I turn away from her, pulling up my pants, pulling on my shirt, and my cap back in place before I turn back to face her. She doesn’t say a single word as she cleans herself up and puts her clothes back on. I remain turned away from her, but I feel her when she comes up behind me and places her hands on my hips.
“Will I see you again?” she asks me.
I don’t know how to answer that. I’m torn between telling her this is the last time she’ll see me and begging her to meet me here again next Saturday night. I already know which one will win out. I don’t want to admit it to myself, but I like fucking this girl, I like the mystery and only meeting her here to have no strings attached sex. I think this might be something that could work for me. This isn’t messy, and I can go back about my days after I’m done with her, not needing to worry about anything getting ugly in my personal life.
“Next weekend,” I say before I pull the door open and take off down the long corridor. I can hear her behind me, trying to chase me, but she won’t get far, not in those heels and with her cum dripping down her leg.
I have to get out of here before she follows me. I want to keep her in the dark like I said it makes things easier. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
I wait for several minutes after I exit the club, sitting on my bike in the darkness in the shadows of the trees, waiting to see if she’ll follow me out here to look for me. I’m not disappointed when I see her emerge from the club a short time later and guess what she’s wearing?
The discarded leather jacket I left behind. I curse when I realize I no longer have my jacket, but at the same time, I like the way it looks on her. I think I’m kidding myself when I say that this girl doesn’t matter. The more time I spend with her, the more I’m going to want things that aren’t mine to covet, but I’m powerless to stop the beast she awakens deep within me. I have to be more careful. She could have the potential to do more damage to me than Kara ever did.