Arsen swam out of the darkness, the soft press of Quinn’s lips to his stripping away the veil of sleep.
“What?” he murmured, trying to throw off the cobwebs.
“I want you,” she whispered. There were bunking in the production area of the plant, a large space filled with machines. They were surrounded on all sides by sleeping brothers and sisters, twelve in all.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want you,” she repeated. “I need you.”
He sat up, blinking, trying to fathom what she was telling him. “Want me?”
She tugged on his hands, pulling him to his feet. “I can’t sleep,” she whispered as she pulled him along behind her.
“Where are we going?”
“Someplace where we can be alone.” She led him to the very back of the plant, where the industrial water was treated. It was hotter than seven hells in the room, but she didn’t care. It was the one place where she was certain they wouldn’t be heard or disturbed. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, she turned to face him, pulling his head down to kiss him lustily.
He fought out of the kiss. “What are you doing?”
“I want you.”
“You don’t have to do this. I told you that.”
“I want to. I was laying there tonight, thinking, couldn’t sleep. The more I thought about what happened to me, the more upset I got. Those fucking Horsemen took everything from me. They took my life and my friends, but that wasn’t enough. They wanted me back. I—”
“You’re not going back,” he snapped, cutting her off.
“I know! Tonight, hearing everyone in the club say they would have to go through them first made me believe, for the first time, I’m safe. Then, the way you looked at me when you said the same thing.” She shook her head. “I’m tired of being afraid. I’m tired of wondering if I can ever be normal again. It pisses me off what they’ve done to me, and I’m not going to let them win! I want to make them pay for what they did to me, and Miranda, and Teresa, and Holly, and your parents!”
“They will,” he said firmly.
“I believe you, and I’m not going to let them make me afraid any more. I’m taking my fucking life back!”
He nodded in understanding. He understood exactly where she was coming from. She was trying to find something to crack open the darkness inside of her so she could let it escape. “What can I do to help?”
“You can fuck me! You can fuck me and make me alive again! The night in the cabin showed me I wasn’t broken. I want you to remind me that fucking is amazing, and fun, and there is more to life than simply existing.” She paused, watching his eyes in the dim safety lights, wanting to see if he understood what she was trying to say.
Hearing the fire in her voice as she ordered him to please her made him ache for her. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, her skin already glowing with sweat, but it was the life he saw in her eyes that spoke to him. She was alive and vibrant in a way he’d never seen from her before. He reached behind her head and pulled her to him, stopping mere millimeters from his lips. He wouldn’t force her to kiss him.
She smiled as he paused, then closed the distance, pressing her lips tightly to his. He was wearing pants but no shirt, and she ran her hands over his back, feeling the sweat forming, her passion climbing to heights she had never experienced before. Whether it was the kindness he’d shown her, the fact he was going to extract bloody revenge on those who had hurt her, or her all-consuming rage, she didn’t know, and didn’t care. For tonight none of it mattered. All that mattered was she wanted him like no man before, and she would have him, over and over, until her rage was consumed.
She pushed him back, then dropped to her knees in front of him. The concrete floor was painfully hard, but she barely noticed, so consumed by her lust that the only thing that mattered was pleasing him and being pleased in return. She opened his pants and jerked them roughly down before swallowing him, grabbing his ass and pulling him forward and deep into her mouth.
He hissed as she took him deep, his desire roaring. She was being rough, but that was fine. He could be just as rough. He grabbed her head and pulled her down on him, holding himself deep in her mouth as her nails bit into his ass, releasing her as she tried to pull back. She spat on him then took him into her hand as she stroked him hard and fast. She rose and pulled her shirt over her head, then shoved her shorts down. They stepped out of their pants together, then holding his cock, she pulled him into the reverse osmosis machinery and tank farm that provided their pure water. It was a tight squeeze between the two large, smooth, plastic holding tanks, but that was fine by him.
She pulled him deeper into the machinery, wanting to feel the closeness of the tight confines. It made her feel hidden and safe from discovery, allowing her to let herself go, and she wanted to let herself go to recapture what she once had. She loved sex, and while she was generally satisfied with her sex life before, she’d never had a lover who could fully satisfy her. They all lacked either skills, stamina, or both. Listening to Michelle describe his relationship with Holly, she hoped Arsen would be different, and tonight she would find out.
She dropped to her knees again and took him deep into her mouth, her tongue flicking the base of his shaft as she held him deep then drew him out, before plunging him back into her mouth, making wet slurpy sounds as she worked him over.
“Fuck!” he growled, as she again pulled back, licked down his shaft to suck his balls, then plunged his cock into her mouth again. Quinn was a force of nature, wild and unstoppable, and he could feel his control slipping.
His growls and pants, the way he held her head, making his desire known but not hurting her, enflamed her. She was taking her rage with the Chrome Horsemen on out Arsen, replacing anger with lust, pain with pleasure, fear with desire. She was being rough, and she knew it, but she couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to be handled roughly, to dominate him in sexual conflict, to fuck as long and hard as possible, to be left wrung out and gasping as she burned out the darkness with the heat of passion.
He was going to come. Rarely had a woman been able to make him come with her mouth, but he was going to tonight if she continued. He tried to push her away, but she refused to yield, her nails once again biting hard into his ass as she continued to work him over with mouth and tongue. She pulled back then plunged down again. If she wanted to suck him until he came, then fine, he would fucking come. Then, once the edge had been taken off, he would make her scream in pleasure.
He grabbed her head and thrust into her mouth, holding her tight. He was finally getting into it, exerting his will over her, and she thrilled with the change. She’d always liked men who knew how to please a woman and didn’t wait to be told what to do. He let her back off long enough to catch her breath, but when she swallowed him again, he held her until he barked, thrusting his hips forward as he spilled into her mouth. He tried to pull back again, but she continued to batter him with her tongue, his deep hard groan of pleasure making her blood run hot.
He reached down and pulled her to her feet, then picked her up by the waist, ducking under her legs as he sat her on his shoulders. He’d always wanted to do this to a woman. He took a half-step forward and tipped her backwards so her back was resting against the tank. He jacked her into position with his hands under her ass, then set to work.
When Arsen picked her up, Quinn felt a rush of panic, but he handled her effortlessly, sitting her on his shoulders before tipping her back into the tank. As his tongue began to tickle and caress her sex, she gave herself over to him, placing her absolute faith in him that he wouldn’t hurt her, either physically or emotionally, allowing the pleasure to swell within her, the excitement of this new and unique position and their surroundings twisting her up.
After several minutes she began to thrust her hips, using her powerful leg muscles to move. She was getting slippery with sweat, but with her back against the tank and her legs draped over his shoulders, he knew she couldn’t fall. She pressed up hard and he tighten his neck, allowing her to control the pressure of his kiss, his tongue slithering and darting, his lips pulling and tugging.
“Fuck! Shit!” she snarled, as she thrust her hips into his face as hard and fast as she could, then pressed her hips hard forward as her pleasure consumed her.
Her snarling, growling pants as she pressed her pussy in to his face made him want to fuck her long and hard, to make her squirm and gasp in pleasure. He’d had many women since Holly, but fucking them had been about his need and his pleasure. With Quinn, he wanted to please her, to hear her cry his name as she found release.
“Oh fuck…please stop!” she wailed, trapped on his shoulders, unable to escape the searing pleasure of his tongue. She was about to cry out again, the sensation of his tongue and lips on her pussy rising to the point of near pain, then suddenly they were gone. She gasped, a shudder passing through her as her climax washed out of her, leaving her feeling spent and weak.
He stepped back, twisting her to one shoulder, using one arm to hold her steady as he slipped one leg, then the other from his shoulder, allowing her to slide down his body. When she reached the proper height, he pressed her into the tank again. As her arms and legs went around him, he reached under her ass and directed his throbbing cock into her wetness. He allowed her to slip a little lower than began to thrust with long hard stokes.
His passage as he entered her, and the feel of his weight as he pressed her hard into the tank, was exquisite. The curve of the tank was perfect, almost if it had been molded with the intention of being fucked against. She gripped him tight, her mouth opening in a silent cry of ecstasy as they moved together, their sweat slick skin another source of pleasure.
“Do you feel alive now?” he snarled, driving into her hard.
“Yes! Yes! Don’t stop!”
“I’m never going to stop,” he growled, picking up speed, driving into her harder and faster, his need consuming him. “You’re mine and I’m never letting anyone take you from me!”
“Oh, God! Yes!” she gasped as he pounded into her. “Just like that! Fuck me hard!”
He leaned into her, pressing her firmly into the tank, her fingers biting into his back. He took a step back, intending to turn her and fuck her from behind, but there wasn’t enough room. He pressed her into the tank again, determined to finish her there.
“I’m coming!” she wailed as she jerked and twisted, and still he fucked her, intending to destroy her with ecstasy. She twisted her hands behind his neck, unable to be still, her face twisted in rapture as he slammed into her. He stopped when she began to relax out of her climax, pressing her into the tank as he tried to catch his breath.
She felt like a blob of goo, boneless and without structure, ready to ooze through his fingers and puddle in the floor. She held him, panting with the power of her orgasm, so strung out even the trickle of the sweat running off her was a source of pleasure. She began to giggle, taking his lips and kissing him thoroughly.
“Oh God!” she grinned as strength began to flow back into her. He must be exhausted from holding her up, his chest still heaving. She squirmed and he put her down. She reached up and pulled him down into a kiss, his hair soaked, his body shiny as the sweat ran off him and splattered on the ground. He was the sexist man she’d ever seen, and she could tell from his hardness, he wasn’t done yet.
“Did you mean that?” she asked as she pulled back from the kiss.
“What?”
“That I’m yours and you’ll never letting anyone take me from you.”
He blinked. “Did I say that?”
She smiled, but felt her heart sink. “Yes.”
He blinked again, trying to remember what he said. He’d been so consumed with his lust he couldn’t remember. He remembered asking her if she felt alive, but after that…he remembered he said something, but not what. He smiled down at her. It didn’t matter, not now. “I don’t remember saying it, but I’ll not let anyone take you, or hurt you, again.”
It was a bit of a backpedal from what he said, but maybe it didn’t matter. She was beginning to feel something for him, even before he’d given her the two mind twisting orgasms, and maybe he was feeling the same. When you said something without thinking, it was often the truth. She didn’t love him, and maybe he didn’t love her, but perhaps he was feeling something, a pull he called it, just as she was. Only time would tell if the connection she now suspected they shared would turn into something more, and she would do everything she could to nurture it, gently breathing on the feeble flame until it was a roaring blaze.
She smiled and pulled his head down until her lips were by his ear. “Want some more?”
She released his head and he straightened with a smile. She was a hellcat once her walls were broken down, and he relished the chance to try to tame her. “Always,” he growled.
They twisted, sliding against each other as he flipped her around and pressed her chest against the tank. There was just enough room to move as he crouched and squirmed into position, unable to even pull fully out. She pushed hard back into him, pinning his ass against the tank and driving him deep.
“Now it’s my turn,” she murmured as she began to work her hips.
She worked him hard. He avoided coming once only because she fell into a raging orgasm that gave him a respite and allowed him to regather his control. But there was no stopping this one. Her mewling as she begged him to make her come again was straining his control beyond his ability to hold.
“Fuck,” he snarled, pinning her hands to the tank above her head and driving into her as hard and fast as he could.
“Make me come! That’s it! Make me come! I want you to come with me. I want to feel you come inside of me.”
He leaned in, kissing her hard on her shoulder. He couldn’t take it anymore. He’d fought his orgasm to the end, but as the final thread of his control snapped, he roared his pleasure to the world. He threw himself into the tank behind him, trying to escape the brain melting pleasure of his orgasm, but he couldn’t. He roared again, as she continued to fuck him, before she wailed long and loud, pressing hard back into him. He peeled her off the tank, holding her against his chest as he gasped for air, his breathing hard and ragged.
They sagged as one, spent from the heat and their exertions. He pulled out of her, and turned her, her thigh sliding along his still hard cock making him grunt and lunge. Her hair plastered to her head, covered in sweat and dirt from the tanks, she was still the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. She was everything he wanted and admired, tough, resilient, and strong. As he lowered his lips to kiss her, he realized without his knowing it, she had wormed her way into his heart. Only now, sharing the searing heat of their passion, did he understand what she meant to him. He would let her leave, but nobody was taking her from him, and he would fight to the death for her.
She melted into the kiss. Something had changed between them, even more than after the night in the cabin. As she leaned in tight, enjoying the feel of his still hard cock between them, she knew she was home. Someday he might tire of her and send her away, but until that day, she was right where she wanted to be, in his arms, and she would never leave. She pulled out of the kiss, and placed her head on his chest, listening to the hard and fast thudding of his heart. She smiled, and wondered if he knew she was starting to fall for him.