Fury - Page 88

I pushed myself into him, feeling the scratch of his beard against the sensitive skin prickling over my areola, and now those tingles cascaded all the way down my stomach to the space between my legs. I groaned loudly, and he sucked harder, scraping the very end with his teeth, making me jump.

I slid from the sofa, pulling the hem of my skirt up to my waist, straddling my legs over his thighs, and feeling the denim bulge pressing against me. I could just rock back and forth here, rub myself over him, and fuck how I need that, this, him. My fingers pushed at the bottom of his t-shirt, peeling it over his hardened torso, his hand breaking free of my boob just enough that he helped me get it off him. And once he was free again, his fingers back on me, winding across my back, flicking the clasp of my bra, the satin releasing and I pushed the straps down my arms.

For a moment, Fury pushed away from me, his eyes only on my breasts, his tongue dipping out and licking along his bottom lip, like he was starving. Then he dived forward, pushing his face into the middle of my chest, nipping and sucking at my flesh in a frenzied attack. And between my legs, that dull throbbing fire built, the wetness pooling against the lace covering my pussy, soaking the material.

Reaching underneath me, I felt for the button on his jeans, popping it loose and wrenching them open, the tip of his cock ready and waiting, a bead of pre-cum right at the very end. I swirled it over the satin tip, feeling over the bulge of his head and the throb of the veins on the underside. Fury growled into my chest. I edged my knickers to the side, sliding my wet pussy over the head.

“Heidi,” he warned, his words breathy. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t care, Fury. I need you.” I slid down the shaft, the first inch pressing inside. “Now,” I moaned, another inch sliding in, the ridge at the base of his head prizing me open for the rest of him.

My insides boiled, stretched, yelled, and gasped as I slowly settled onto him, balancing onto his thighs, his entire shaft inside me. I stopped a moment, adjusting around him, closing my eyes at the heat and utter fullness, biting my lip as I tried to control the need to come on his cock right then. I needed this to last a little longer, to remember the way he made me feel, that no toy or other cock ever had.

I closed my eyes, gently rolling my hips back and forth, letting the orgasm build. But with each movement of my hips, Fury grunted into my neck, his hands tightening around my hips and the fire in my pussy grew and grew.

Fury’s pubic hair tickled at my clit, and I pushed myself forwards dragging it over his flesh with each movement. A hand wrapped lower, to the flesh of my arse, gripping painfully, and I shot forwards sending a bolt of electricity up my spine, a yell spilling from my throat.

“Fuck, Heidi,” Fury growled, forcing his hips and his cock up into me, filling and pummelling my flesh and I yelled out again, a strangled whimper, a veil of shadows crossing my eyes.

“Fuck!” he continued; each thrust accompanied with the word. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuucck!”

Fury’s head dropped back, his hips still thrusting, filling me with the last drops of his cum, until he grunted for the last time, his arms clasping round by back and his lips finding mine. Then we kissed, little nibbles of the lips, the tips of tongues, our chests rising and falling together as I sat in his lap still filled with his cock.

Chapter Forty

Heidi lay against me, gently breathing, a tiny snore, then the lick of her lips as she repositioned herself into the crook of my arm. The flat was warm, the bed warmer, and it was killing me knowing I needed to get up and crawl into my freezing cold bike leathers in the freezing cold February air. But there was club business to be done, in the dead of night, while everyone slept. Everyone but the Kings.

I moved carefully, slowly pulling on my leather trousers, enveloping my thighs in tight cold material. Pulling my cut onto my back, I crept away, stepping over the spot in the room where the floorboard complained, and around the boxes stacked in the corner. For a moment I stopped, looking around my flat. It had served its purpose. A place to crash, put my head down, sleep off the alcohol that had saturated my system, but it had never been home.

Glancing across at the woman sleeping soundly in my bed, her blonde hair spilling over the pillow, the top of a creamy shoulder poking out under the duvet, I smiled. She’d made my little flat home these last few weeks, something to come back to. But it was a stopgap for her. Till her own apartment purchase came through. And then my bed would be empty again.

I left the flat by the back stairs, taking the ten steps through the yard to the garage at the back. The roller shutter rumbled noisily, the sound echoing off the walls of the properties that lined the back lane on the other side, the deep growl of my exhaust adding to the silence. If the birds roosting in the leafless branches of the trees above had been asleep, they weren’t now. But even they didn’t leave the warmth of their beds.

*****

“It’s fucking freezing,” Magnet complained from beside me. “My cock’s gonna drop off.”

“Thought it already had, mate,” a twin answered him. “That’s what Suzy tells us.”

“Fuck off!”

Demon chuckled into his helmet from the other side of me as we stood watching the pub on the outskirts of Sunderland’s town centre. We nestled against a wall, hidden by dense shadows, where CCTV or streetlights didn’t reach. Metres in front of us there was movement, the door to the Notorious’ clubhouse opening and three bikers stepping out.

“You reckon that’s them?” Demon asked, his voice low, streams of white breath spilling out from under his helmet.

“Need them to turn around,” I answered, pulling my helmet off like it would allow me to see better.

Icy air assaulted my face, clinging to my skin, making my eyes water. The tips of my fingers tingled at the end of my leather gloves. What I’d give to be tucked up in bed, sinking into my tight pussy, than stood out in the freezing cold, wondering whether Brie’s club were in patch talks with the fucking Notorious. And just as the three men moved down the street, their cuts caught under the streetlight. An Angel and a Demon mid fuck. Shit.

“That’s them,” Magnet growled, the men beside me shuffling, pulling gloves back on and moving towards their bikes. “We going to have a word?”

“Aye. Let them get out over the bridge first, then we’ll pull them into the back lane behind the shops. Don’t want the Notorious running out to their aid if we pull them here.”

We let the bikers get ahead of us, their exhausts noisy in the still of night, and we followed behind them, enough distance that they wouldn’t instantly spot us, not till we got onto the Wearmouth Bridge. Eventually, one of them checked their mirrors, their head moving side to side, and accelerating towards the lead rider. We’d been spotted.

I circled my finger in the air above my head, a sudden roar from the bikes behind, releasing the throttles and pushing the bikes forwards, covering the space between us in only a few seconds. Flying up alongside their leader, I motioned for the bikes to pull over, the rest of my riders covering their right flanks. Escape now impossible. The bikes turned off to their left, down the back lane we directed them into.

Above us the sky was changing, morning breaking, a grey light filtering through the clouds. The streetlights lit the rest of the alleyway, casting dark shadows over piles of black bin bags, the furry shadows of rats running from one to another. We pushed the riders further into the alleyway, deeper into the rat run, harder to escape us.