Thrash
Now I know what a lightning strike feels like.
It comes to me in those few words that are whispered as loud as thunder: ‘I think I love you.’
They catch me off guard in their sincerity. And in the echo I hear inside myself, that I just might feel the same about her.
I learned something today, in spending time with Alice’s mother — that even though she’s struggling in so many ways, she’s got so much going for her and she’s got this connection to her mother that is something that I wish I had in my own life.
This was supposed to be just a business relationship, a little bit of fun and a whole hell of a lot of cash at the end, but now, I’m starting to feel something more. Something real.
Alice has the kind of familial connections I’ve lacked all my life. Something that I want for myself. Something I need for myself.
She brings it out in me, a side of myself and a feeling that I never thought I had.
Alice stares at me with eyes that could swallow me whole, and I can’t help but open my fool mouth.
“I think I love you, too,” I say.
She kisses me again, fiercer and more self-confident this time, and my cock springs painfully hard. What I wouldn’t give for us to have some place to be alone.
“You need to get back to your mom,” I say. “Daisy might be feeling better right now, but she’s still really weak and shouldn’t be left alone. She’s also really fucking high.”
“Daisy?”
“That’s what she told me to call her. Margaret is ‘Marguerite’ in French, and it means ‘Daisy’. She said that’s what the boys called her when she was younger.”
“Holy fuck, was my mom hitting on you?”
“A bit, yeah.”
It was more than a bit of flirting, but it was all in fun. It was gratifying to see her really come alive and laugh after all that she’s been through.
“Did she do anything else?”
I grin. It’s cute as hell seeing Alice get both angry and jealous at the same time.
“She grabbed my ass in the checkout line at the grocery store,” I say, watching with delight as Alice’s eyes flare. “She tried to play it off as an accident, but I wised up to it around the fifth time.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. She’s going through a lot and didn’t do me any harm. Your mom’s a hell of a lot of fun.”
I get another grateful kiss from her that ends much too soon.
“I have to get back to her,” she says. “Good night.”
“Good night, Ms. Alice.”
I watch her leave. Even by moonlight, her ass is incredible; curves that ruin my resistance. And she knows how to use them.
I smile the whole fucking ride home.
I’ve found something special in her. And when this whole affair with the Reaper’s Sons is done, and we’ve reaped the rewards of upending their drug business, I’m going to ask her to stick around and make her my old lady.
At home, after taking an ice cold beer from the fridge, I sit down on my couch and flip on the TV. There isn’t much to watch, but I’m hardly paying attention anyways, beyond listening to the background noise and bathing in the glow. My mind’s stuck on her, how she makes me feel, and how intimidating it is to actually feel this way about a woman.
Until her, they’ve been disposable. Names hardly worth remembering since I know they’ll be gone in the morning and I’ll be back to my life with the club.
But she is memorable.
I finish a few beers thinking about her. I dwell on the nervousness that stirs within me when I think about the fact that I’ve never felt this way about someone, that I need to keep her in mind at each step.
A loud knock at the door jolts me with so much surprise I nearly spill my beer twice — once as I start up from the couch, and a second time as I pull my gun and head to the door.
I’m not expecting any visitors.
Anyone from the club would know to call me, first.
Reaper’s Sons?
Have they caught on to what Creole, Riot, and I have been doing?
With my finger on the trigger, I open the door, ready to kill.
Smiling eyes, a devilish grin, and a body to kill for greet me on the other side of the doorway. Alice. She’s got her hands held behind her back in a way that makes her tits stand out even more on her chest. She’s fucking perfect.
“Holy shit, is this a bad time?” She says, staring at the pistol in my hands.
I quickly put the gun away.
“No. I just didn’t think it would be you. I thought you’d do the normal thing and call.”
“Since when do you care about normal?” She says, that smile back on her face, right where it should be. “Besides, I wanted to bring you a surprise.”
She pulls her hands from behind her back. There’s a small box, wrapped in wrapping paper that says ‘Happy Birthday’.
“What’s this?”
“It’s not a sexy present, but it is a little something that I put together for you to open when we finally pull off whatever the hell it is you’re planning. And, before you ask, I know it’s not your birthday, but it’s the only wrapping paper I had.”
I take the present, dumbfounded by her kindness. “Thanks.”
“I also wanted to give you this-” She leaps forward, wrapping her arms around me and planting her lips to mine and pushing me back through the doorway. With her back foot, she kicks it closed.
I lock my hands beneath her ass and carry her down the hallway into my living room. She kisses me the entire time and my tongue darts into her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
A breathless gasp bursts from her lips as I throw her back on my couch and pounce on her, my fingertips sliding underneath the waistband of her jeans and working towards the center, where I pop the buttons free and tear the zipper down. One pull, and they’re off and in a heap on the floor behind me.
“You don’t waste time, do you?” She says, smiling playfully.
“Not when I know what I want. I’ve been hard since you kissed me earlier.”
“You know, if you have an erection that lasts that long, you’re supposed to go to the emergency room.”
“Thanks for the tip, genius,” I retort.
She opens her mouth to say something else, but I decide to shut her up; my lips meet her pussy and a brush of my tongue turns her smartass comment into a moan. Much better.
Her pussy tastes so sweet and the heady scent of her arousal overtakes me and makes my cock pulse with a painfully-hard erection.
I run my tongue all over her pussy, working in slow circles inward until her clit is full and ready for me and her hips are moving and grinding her mound against my face with urgent need. I chuckle to myself as I wrap my lips around her most sensitive spot and suck it just slightly, while I flicker my tongue against it in a rhythm that starts slow and builds, rising faster and faster until Alice is a moaning, shivering mess, clutching at my head with her hands and begging me to keep going.
I love the sight of her when she breaks. When she loses total control and all she can do is quake and twitch while every nerve in her body goes haywire.
It’s fucking beautiful.
“My turn,” she says, when the rise and fall of her chest calms and the blush begins to recede from her cheeks.
There’s a wicked look in her eyes and she surges forward, planting both hands on my chest and pushing me backwards. I hit my carpeted floor and land flat on my back.
She’s on me in a second, like a predator pouncing on prey.
“You kept this from me last time. But not now. I’m riding you.”
How did I get so lucky to have a piece of ass like her fall into my lap?
My thoughts die for a moment as she lowers herself onto me and all I can feel is how tight and wet and warm she is.
Heaven is being inside Alice Riley.
She has this far-away look on her face while she rides me, her eyes half-closed and her lips set in determination, her hips moving in rhythm with mine. It’s beautiful.
I grab her ass, enjoying the delectable soft roundness of her as she rides and grinds on top of me. My cock feels primed to explode just being inside her tight cunt.
“You are fucking unreal,” I whisper.
“Don’t say anything, Lloyd,” she says, in a voice that’s half laugh and half growl.
“Did you just reference…”
“Shh,” she says, putting her finger to her lips.
She pauses, lifting her hips off me just enough that my cock is barely inside her. It’s agony. It shuts me up.
“I’m almost there,” she says as an explanation.
Alice lowers herself down again, restarting the rhythm of our bodies. Everything is heat and motion, tightness and moans, while she swivels and grinds on top of my cock, using my stiffness to hit just the right spot inside of her that’ll push over the edge again.
“I’m—”
Her words end in a strained gasp as she claws against my chest and tosses her head back, her pussy clenching against mine and her mouth opening in a silent moan.
I let her have her moment, watch her writhe on top of my cock.
And when I think she can move, I remind her that I’m always going to get mine.
I stand her up and bend her over, face-first against the wall.
I love the way her ass looks like this.
I can’t hold back.
“Thrash.”
My name comes from her lips in this ecstatic gasp as I take her.
And it comes again and again as I control her body, as our bodies combine and I thrust into her in a way that shakes her body and makes her clutch at the wall for support.
“Holy shit,” she shrieks as I take her the way that smooth, plump ass of hers deserves.
I growl as I feel the tightening in my balls that tells me I don’t have much time left to enjoy this sweet, tight pussy of hers. I take hold of her hair, pulling her head back and she lets out a deep, lustful moan.
“Are you ready?”
“Give it to me. Give it to me, please,” she says.
I knew she’d beg for it.
That’s all I need to hear.
I let her have it. I shut my eyes and let it all go into her. She shakes me to my core with how good it feels and I tighten my grip on her ass with my free hand to hold myself up. A woman like her could drain me dry.
It seems like forever before I’m back in control of my body. Fuck, she did a number on me.
I have to sit down.
Panting, smiling like a madwoman, she sits down beside me.
We’re quiet for a while, two people just trying to catch their breath and get their bodies back under control. She slides close to me and nuzzles her head into the crook of my shoulder. I’m not normally the type for shit like that, but, with her, it feels good. Without thinking, I find myself stroking her hair and just enjoying the feel of her against me.
It’s good. I could get real used to this.
The silence between the two of us is perfect. Just two people, enjoying the hell out of each other’s presence.
Then, her voice breaks it into pieces.
“Thrash, tell me about your plan. Tell me everything.”
I look down at her and see seeking eyes look back at me.
I don’t know if I can lie to her anymore; it’ll be safer if I could, but I can’t. It just doesn’t feel right.
Like a damn fool, I open my mouth.
I’m going to tell her the truth.