Chapter Thirteen
Oh my God, Nick was kissing her. And kissing her. And kissing her.
It was like no kiss she’d ever experienced. It seemed almost as though he was baffled by the kiss. Like he wasn’t sure what to expect, wasn’t entirely confident in the act.
One second he’d be taking her mouth with deep, toe curling kisses, then he’d ease up to a light and playful pressure. Like he wanted everything possible out of one kiss. Every time she thought he’d take it further, move to her jaw, her neck, her aching breasts, every time she tried to guide him to those areas with a tilt of her head, he gripped her head tighter and held her fused to his mouth. Eventually she stopped trying to control anything and gave herself over to the passion.
An unknown amount of time passed where Nick did nothing but possess her mouth with a single-minded focus. Her breasts grew heavy with need and her soaking wet sex throbbed for him. This was build up and anticipation to the max. If he ended the kiss and didn’t take it further, she might die from unfulfilled lust.
After a few more minutes of mind-melting kisses, Nick pressed his pelvis into her stomach, the hard ridge of an erection unmistakable and Amanda wanted to shout the victory. There was no way in hell he’d ignore that lead pipe for too long. He was a man after all.
In a move that shocked her to her core, Nick jerked his mouth from hers and stared down at her. His chest rose and fell just as violently as hers did as he fought for air. “Fuck,” he said on exhalation.
“I’m hoping that’s where this is heading,” she said.
The gray of his irises had deepened to resemble a dark storm cloud and his nostrils flared. There was something in his expression she couldn’t read. Something that made him hesitate to take this further. He looked like he was battling some kind of internal war.
Well, it may have been quite a while since she’d initiated anything with a man, but she still remembered how to make a move. Amanda gripped him by the shirt and spun them until he was the one with his back against the wall.
He hit it with a grunt. “What—”
She dropped to her knees and went to work on his leather belt. “You looked unsure. Figured I’d step up to make sure this night ends on the right note.” With a wink, she got the belt loose and unsnapped his jeans.
“Amanda, you don’t have to do this.” His arms hung at an awkward angle, suspended by his waist as if he had no idea what to do with them.
But she did. She had one man today take control form her. Bruise her. Hold her against her will. Now she had another man she wanted and this time she would be the one in the position of power. The one in control. She didn’t believe for one second that Nick was inexperienced when it came to sex. He practically oozed testosterone, but for some reason he seemed hesitant and insecure. Well, in about fifteen seconds, she’d fix that.
With slightly trembling fingers, she drew his zipper down and worked his pants over his mighty fine ass. She couldn’t help but let her hands linger over the firm globes as she lowered the denim. Visions of gripping his ass to pull him even deeper as he pounded into her almost made her lose her focus. That particular fantasy would have to wait a few minutes.
When the pants and boxer briefs cleared his hips, his erection sprang free, almost knocking her in the nose. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him. “That’s…impressive,” she said. And it was. God, it was going to feel unbelievable inside of her, stretching, pulsing, thrusting.
She expected some kind of arrogant response, but he just stared at her, frozen in place as though he was stunned by her behavior. Maybe he’d never had a woman be so bold with him. No matter. He’d get over it with the first swipe of her tongue.
“Amanda,” he said in a strained voice. “I’m not sure this is such a good—oh fuck me.” He groaned and his head hit the wall with a thunk.
Amanda chuckled as she closed her mouth around him. The initial plan was to tease him a bit, lick him and nuzzle him until he was begging her to suck him. But that wasn’t going to be enough for her. She needed to send him over the edge.
She took him to the back of her throat with only a small gag and still didn’t have his entire length. The man was blessed with some serious inches. She swallowed the best she could around the head.
“Fuck, fuck,” he chanted. Smoldering eyes burned into her.
She drew back until just the tip remained in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it with a small hum. Then she repeated the process, taking him deep, swallowing and almost releasing him, over and over.
“Jesus, fuck, Amanda.”
She smiled around his cock. He was losing control; she sensed it. Any moment now he’d take the control from her; he was just that type of man. One hand gripped his ass, holding him just where she wanted him. With the other, she cupped his balls and gave a gentle squeeze. She could almost hear his control snap in that moment.
His hands slid into her hair, disrupting her messy bun and grasping the strands in a firm hold. He took over, moving her head against his cock as his hips thrust as well. Amanda worked to keep up with his pace, relaxing her throat and breathing through her nose as best as possible. He dominated her and she loved every second of it. This was exactly what she’d wanted. This was raw, and sexy, and so damned hot the house might go up in flames.
He thrust in and out of her mouth, his strokes getting stronger. Every few seconds she gagged around his dick, her eyes watering with the effort to keep pace with him.
“God, you suck me so good. Your mouth was made to suck my cock.”
She had to agree. There was also a good chance her pussy was made for his cock, but that remained to be seen, hopefully in the very near future.
For now, she reveled in her power. He may have controlled the pace and may have had her on her knees, but she had him by the balls and if his guttural grunts and moans were any indication, she held all the power here.
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The woman was blowing his mind. Her hot mouth sucked him like she truly loved having his cock in her mouth, and she’d completely given herself over to his rough nature. Still fully clothed, she knelt at his feet and accepted everything he threw at her.
It wasn’t the most skilled blow job he’d ever had—some women at the club practically made a profession out of it—but it was done with enthusiasm, lust, and a true desire to rock his world. He didn’t know what to make of that, and he couldn’t think beyond the need to come.
Would she let him fill her mouth? Swallow him down? Maybe he should give her a warning, a chance to pull back and finish him off with her hand if she wanted. Not something he’d ever cared about before, but then this entire encounter was new to him.
Her small but surprisingly strong hand left his balls and joined its counterpart on his ass. She squeezed the cheeks and his eyes crossed. His insides felt like they were boiling, everything turning to cum and threatening to shoot out of him. “Shit, I can’t hold it in. What do you want?”
He loosened his grip on her head, giving her the option to pull away. She only gripped him harder and pulled him in. He slid so deep into her mouth his balls almost hit her chin, and he wasn’t short on length.
She swallowed twice, in rapid succession and moaned low and deep. Her throat muscles strangling the head of his dick combined with the vibration along his entire length shot him into space and he lost his grip on reality. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cried out as he pumped every drop of cum he had into her mouth.
Nothing had ever felt this good. His muscles twitched, and his vision blackened. In that moment, he was totally vulnerable. Up merged with down, right with left, nothing made sense except a sharp lash of pleasure that slammed into him.
Amanda stayed with him, cleaning him with small licks and kissing his thighs and his softening dick until he couldn’t bear it anymore. Sensitive beyond reason, he nudged her head away and allowed his shaking knees to buckle. He slid down the wall and met the self-satisfied gaze of Amanda.
On all fours, she crawled until she sat next to him against the wall. Then she threaded her fingers with his and rested her head on his shoulder.
He was holding hands with a woman. Like he was in some kind of romance movie, when not five seconds before he’d been fucking her mouth like she was some club whore. Nausea swamped him. Christ, what had he done? What was he doing?
Mixing this alternate reality with his real life was a huge fucking mistake. Amanda was good, decent, and kind and he’d treated her like some kind of slut. But that’s all he knew, because he only knew one kind of woman. Only wanted one thing from women.
He couldn’t do this—mesh Snake with Nick. They weren’t one and the same. He’d left Nick behind years ago to claw his way into power in the MC world. Now Nick was sneaking back into his life, fucking with his head and his emotions. Hell, Nick was even fucking with his dick. He needed to remember he was Snake, and this time living in a sleepy mountain town away from the MC wasn’t real life.
“So,” Amanda said, a playful lilt in her voice. “Not that I didn’t love having you in my mouth, but I’m wondering just how long you need until I can have you in me in other ways.”
He almost chuckled. Far be it for Amanda to just come out and say pussy.
“Although, I suppose you could pay me back with something besides that monster if you prefer,” she said as she pointed toward his crotch.
Nick wanted to join in her playful banter. Nick also wanted to bury his cock in her and watch her shatter around him. But Nick wasn’t welcome anymore. Snake was back in control and had to remain that way. Casper had to pay for what he’d done, what he’d taken from Snake, and nothing, especially not pussy, would get in his way.
Then why the hell haven’t you left yet?
That question had been swirling around in his head the past few days. He ignored it each time. He still wasn’t one hundred percent. When he was, he’d leave. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.
He untangled his hand from hers and patted her on her thigh. “I’m all good for the rest of the night, babe.”
Her head popped up from his shoulder and her eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
“I’m good. Thanks for that, though. It was pretty fuckin’ spectacular. I’m gonna hit the sack.” He pushed off the ground and started for the exit.
“Hold up there a minute. You’re good? And you’re leaving? That’s what you’re saying?” She stood as well, sparks of anger shooting from her eyes as she advanced on him. “Well, um, at the risk of sounding like a shrew, what about me?”
He snorted. Amanda couldn’t sound like a shrew if she tried. She was too damn sweet. With a shrug, he faced her. “What can I say, babe? I didn’t force you to your knees. You dropped there on your own. You wanted some cock, so I gave you mine.” He shrugged. “Now I’m ready to go to bed. No big deal.”
Five seconds ago, her face had flushed crimson with anger, now the color visibly drained starting at the roots of her hair.
“So, thanks for sucking you off, but you’re not gonna throw a fuck or even a good fingering at the girl who was apparently so desperate for some cock she decided to gift you with a blow job. Got it. Next time I’m in such a bad way, I’ll stick to my vibrator. At least BOB is willing to get me off.” She stormed past him, knocking her shoulder into him as she went by. When she reached the door way, she spun around. “Fuck you, you selfish asshole.”
And then she was gone. Marching her way up to the darkened main house, muttering hateful words under her breath with each stomp of her foot.
Well, he’d wanted to hear a few four-letter words from her and he certainly got his wish. Only that wasn’t quite what he had in mind.
As usual, he watched until she was safely in the house, the upstairs light indicating she went straight to her bedroom.
Snake was the worst kind of asshole. A fact that he’d always known, and never once had it bothered him in any way.
Until tonight. For the first time in as far back as he could remember, his actions bothered him and something akin to regret stabbed into his stomach.