Bones by the Wood (50 page)

Then she was spinning, falling, as he flipped her, turning them, tangling them up in the covers until she was on her back.  His mouth was still hard on hers as they kicked and shoved the nuisance sheets away. 

When she could feel his body, solid and warm against hers, Thea arched and moaned, begging without words for more contact, more touch.  She thought she might go insane from the feeling of Dizzy’s naked body crushed against her clothed one.  She broke the kiss to yank at her clothing and within several frantic moments, she was as naked as he.

The feel of his bare body sliding against hers was overwhelming.  She could feel him everywhere, and yet she couldn’t get enough of him.  When he broke the kiss and bent his head to her neck to nip and nuzzle at the tender skin, Thea arched and had a flash of remembrance that she wasn’t allowed to scream like she wanted to, needed to.  She wrapped her arms and legs around Dizzy, wanting to bring him as close as possible and never let him go.

When she did so, his cock nudged at her entrance.  She was already wet, just from the wanting of him.  Since he’d walked through his front door she’d had to fight the urge to squirm, to rub her thighs together to relieve the unbearable pressure of arousal.  She’d wanted to throw herself into his arms and wrap herself around him right the hell there and then, and she’d had to wait, she’d had to wait for hours.

She flexed, and felt him as more than a nudge.  The hot head of his cock slipped slightly into her. 

Dizzy raised his head; his eyes were heavy-lidded and he was panting.

“Thea?”

Fuck.  She had to make words.  “Dizzy, I need you.  Please.  I’ll sort it out tomorrow, just... please.  I need you. I want you inside me. Nothin’ between us.”

And with that he slid his cock deep into her body.

Thea arched, and bit down on the moan that threatened to escape.  If the burning heat of him buried inside her, deep, so deep, hadn’t been so intense, she’d have felt how much her teeth were hurting her lip.

It was enough and too much and it wasn’t enough.

“Please.  Dizzy!”

She wasn’t sure what she was begging for.  Dizzy gripped her shoulders, his arms still crossed behind her back, and dipped his head to her breast, the one with the piercing.  Sensation spiked viciously though her body.  As he licked and bit at her nipple, he pulled her down onto his cock as he thrust into her.

It was hard and deep and fast and glorious.

Thea wanted to scream.  Her body simply wasn’t capable of containing the pleasure, but she couldn’t..., couldn’t...  Josh was asleep across the house, she’d wake him.  She couldn’t..., couldn’t...

Dizzy seemed to sense her internal struggle and kissed her again, a hot melding of lips and tongues and teeth that allowed him to swallow her cries.  It was all she could do to hold on.  Her nails were embedded in his skin.

When she came, it was sublime.  She could feel her body pulsing around his, instinctively pulling him deeper.

Before her orgasm had fully finished, Dizzy pulled out of her.  His shaft was still solid and impressive.  He knelt up and pulled her onto his lap before she could complain of the loss.  She was facing him, but a little higher, looking down into his face, into his eyes that were glinting in the dim light of the room.  And he was deep, so deep inside her. 

He moved his hands to her hips and began to move them.  Feeling light and liquid, Thea began to grind her hips on his lap, and then she began to bounce, impaling herself on his length.  Each time, he hit that magic spot inside her.  She did it over and over.  Her stiffened nipples constantly grazed over the ridges of muscle and scars that mapped his chest.  There was a scar, a burn scar, just over his right pectoral muscle.  Thea didn’t want to think about it too much, because they were still all wounds in her mind’s eye, but her pierced nipple was catching over and over on the warped skin.

And then she was lost, drowning again.  It was too much, too, too much.  Her body couldn’t hold it, couldn’t contain the pleasure, the sensation, the emotion. She threw her head back and arched in a way that drove Dizzy’s cock into a new and impossibly sensitive place inside her.  That pleasure-pain had her rocking forward.  She bit his shoulder and yelled into his skin until her throat felt raw and her voice was hoarse. 

While she was still almost insensible to the world, she felt and heard Dizzy’s rasping breaths get harsher and more erratic by her ear as he pulled her more fiercely onto his shaft.  And then she felt it, as he cried out into the thick cloud of her hair, she felt him release inside her, felt his cock swell and grow until the heat and sensation exploded into more ecstasy.

While they were still gasping for breath, they collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, onto the rumpled covers.  Thea’s body felt almost disconnected from her head, as if the bliss had overloaded all her circuits.  She’d missed him, missed him so much, and not just their sex.   She’d missed being with him, feeling cared for, loved, supported. She’d missed simply knowing that she had someone in her corner, someone who gave a shit about how her day had gone.

She wasn’t going to let him go again.  She wouldn’t push him away ever again. 

Dizzy shifted and pulled out of her, and chuckled at the disappointed sound she made.  She felt the rush of fluid that spoke of their frantic carelessness, and made a quick visit to the bathroom to take care of the mess.

She didn’t return to her own bed, she returned to Dizzy’s.

He was under the covers, waiting for her.  He flipped a corner of the comforter back expectantly.

“Stay with me.”  His voice as still roughened.

She’d been about to argue that it wouldn’t be good for Josh to find them like that, until he added “please”, so quietly she almost didn’t hear his plea.

Thea couldn’t deny him.

She crossed the room and climbed in next to him, letting him settle the covers over her.  He shifted until his head rested on the pillows and she curled up against his side, with his arm wrapped around her shoulders.  She laid her head on his chest, still almost able to feel his cock inside her, like a bruise, and listened to the heavy thump of his heart as he petted her hair, until they fell asleep.

It was the day before Christmas Eve.  Thea had been working in the garage for two weeks and, up to now, it had been going extremely well.  The main difficulty was that Dizzy had a
tendency to get distracted if he was within touching distance of her, or even within sight of her.  And there was no time at which the cackling hags he called brothers weren’t watching like vultures, ready to swoop down and make a comment about it.

Anyone’d think they’d never been in love.

But now he was in the doghouse.

The argument had started over something admin-y.  He’d called a client the day before to let them know that their car was ready to be picked up.  Client calls were Thea’s purview.  And he’d made it worse by forgetting to tell her that he’d done it, so when the client had shown up, she hadn’t had the bill prepared.  He should have known from the night he caught her mopping the floor in that fucking dump of a store that she had a thing about keeping up a professional appearance.

At least she’d waited until his brothers had headed into the clubhouse to wash up and get their beers before she’d mentioned it.

He might be President of an outlaw MC, he might even be the boss of the business that employed her, but within the walls of the garage bays, Thea’s word was law.  Dizzy thought about the lockdown, which seemed an age ago now, and the way she'd taken charge there from the first, doing what needed to be done and making sure others did the same. That was Thea's way, she didn't wait around waiting on instructions. It was the way of a good, strong old lady.  But ultimately, he was still in charge.  That wasn’t perhaps strictly true; sometimes he let her get bossy at home too, mostly in bed.  His mind went wandering again.

She was reminding him that he was supposed to let her know the plate number of a finished vehicle, so that she could figure the bill and make the call, but he wasn’t paying attention, and that was getting her back up, he could tell.

Dizzy couldn’t say it was his fault that he wasn’t paying the appropriate attention.  He blamed Annelle squarely for that.  She’d taken Thea shopping and now Thea kept turning up to work in these little sex kitten outfits.  She classed the place up something wonderful, but it was fucking distracting for him.

Thea, of the jeans and permanently attached Converse, now usually wore skirts that were demurely knee length, but provocative in every other way.  They weren’t slutty, just fitted to skim her hips and hug her thighs with an inviting little slit at the back.  And then there were the crisp shirts that usually stopped just shy of showing her cleavage.  Topping it all were the shoes, heels even, with a delicate little strap that wrapped around her ankle in a place he liked to circle with his hands as he parted her legs.  The cherry was the nylon stockings.

It drove him up the fucking wall.

None of his brothers had any idea how hard it was to keep his mind on work when he had a permanent fucking hard-on for his lady.

By the time he got her alone at home, his balls were usually purple, way past blue.

And now she was irritated with him, and it was doing things to his cock to see her in control, to listen to her take charge while she was dressed up like a fucking wet dream.

“Dizzy, are you even fuckin’ listenin’ to me?”

Why deny it.  “No.  I’m not.”

“Dizzy!  What the fuck?  Dizzy?”

He stalked over to the roller shutter door and slammed that bastard down so hard and loud that his brothers would know to keep their fucking distance.

He turned and swiftly closed the distance between them.

Thea backed up, looking a little nervous.  As well she should, she was going to get fucked.

“Dizzy?”  Oh, when her voice went all breathy like that.  Someone would have to drop a nuclear fucking bomb on the town if they wanted him to stop.

He had been intending to bend her over the desk, but he changed his mind.  He backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the cheap veneer and wedged himself between her legs, catching her off balance on those spindly heels.

He let his mouth crash down on hers.  He wasn’t even going to attempt to be gentle, but she didn’t seem to mind.  She met him, matched him.  But that wouldn’t do.  This fuck wasn’t about that.  He devoured her, thrusting his tongue into her warm, wet mouth like he wanted to thrust his cock into her warm, wet pussy.  He gripped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up.  She flexed a little, so that he could get the material past the edge of the desk, until it was bunched around her waist.  That put her pussy right against his cock, which was twitching and straining to get inside her.  The pressure ripped a growl from him

Without moving his mouth from hers, he wedged himself still further between those silky thighs, banded by the black nylon.  He growled again, a purely animal sound.  He scrabbled at his clothing, feeling half-wild as he freed himself from the coveralls and opened his jeans.  His cock sprang free, fully under its own motivation to get to where it needed to be.  He just barely remembered to snag a condom from his pocket.  He had a brief, gut-wrenchingly arousing image of Thea walking back into the clubhouse with his fluid smeared on her thighs, hidden under that sexy skirt.  Maybe another time.  Now, he wanted inside her.

He gave her room to catch a breath while he rolled the latex onto his cock. Thea took the opportunity to fiddle at the buttons on her shirt.  Good girl, he’d hate to rip it.  He was dressed and she’d exposed enough of her breasts that he could yank the lacy cups of her bra down.  Her shirt was black; she’d worn that fucking red bra under it. 

Dizzy hooked his thumb into the delicate lace of the thong that matched that fucking distracting bra and pulled it out of his way. It was flimsy and probably wasn’t going to survive this.  He fairly roared as he shoved his cock into her pussy.  He leant over her, pushing her with his body to lie back on the desk.  That was better.  He thrust harder, deeper.  Yeah, that was better.