Dirty Girl (8 page)

Moments later he was back behind her, had her ass spread, and poured the cool lube down the crease of her bottom. He aligned his cockhead with her anus, and in the next second was pushing into her slowly, but thoroughly. The lube he used helped ease his way into her, but it didn’t stop the burning pain of his huge cock filling her, or the fact that she felt very full. When he was past the tight ring of muscle it was like she opened up, and then he slid all the way in.

“That’s it, baby, take all of me.” His hands were vise-like on her, squeezing her to the point that she knew there would be finger sized bruises. But
Naggie
wanted those marks on her, wanted to have this kind of ownership from him. He pulled out slowly until just the tip was lodged in her, and then he pushed back inside just as agonizingly slowly. He did this over and over, until
Naggie
found herself thrusting back, wanting him to really take her. A hard slap to her ass had her movements stilling, and a look over behind her showed a hard mask on his face. “You need to stay still, baby, because I’m two seconds away from coming as it is.” Sweat continued to drip down his hard, toned chest, and the urge to run her tongue along those valleys and dips of tendon and sinew rode her hard.

Soon he was fucking her with abandon, giving it all to her so she was forced to reach up, grip the wooden bars of the headboard, and hold on. Her breasts bounced from his hard thrusts, and the sound of their wet skin slapping together filled the room.

“Fuck, yeah.” He slapped first her right cheek and then her left. “Do it, baby. Squeeze my dick.”

A wave of pleasure slammed into her, taking her breath away, and making her do exactly what he said. She clenched and released her inner pussy muscles around his length until they both moaned.
Booshie
reached around her body and found her clit with his big fingers. He pinched the tiny bundle of nerves, and lights flashed behind her closed lids. Her body shook from the pleasure, and she took comfort in the all-consuming ecstasy that stole her sanity. He placed a hand on the center of her back and continued to push into her, and then pull back out with increasing speed and vigor. And when he placed both of his hands on her back and slid them up to grip the nape of her neck,
Naggie
had never felt so owned by a man as she did right then. For several seconds he held her immobile as he pounded into her deliciously sore body. He thrust into her once, twice, and on the third pump stilled inside of her. He came long and hard, shuddering and groaning, and holding onto her flesh so hard the pleasure and pain became one. He might be wearing a condom, but she could feel the jerk of his cock, felt the powerful pumping at the tip of his dick as he filled the condom. His coarse words were sharp and dirty, and another shiver wracked her already exhausted body. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, and when he finally exhaled and pulled out of her she immediately collapsed on the bed.

“Holy shit.”
The words tumbled out of her, but she was too tired to be embarrassed. Instead, all she wanted to do was let the euphoric haze of having been thoroughly screwed by
Booshie
, pull her into oblivion.

The feeling of something smooth and gentle moving up and down her side had
Naggie
slowly opening her eyes. She blinked a few times to clear her vision. The light that filled the room was low and muted and came from the bedside lamp if given the small clicking sound she heard coming from behind her. She on her side and facing away from him, but smiled when she felt his warm breath on the nape of her neck.

“You wore me the fuck out, baby.”

She smiled even though he couldn’t see her. The caress of him moving his fingers along her side, right over her script tattoo could have had her falling back to sleep, and she would have if not for the fact he chose that moment to speak again.

“You’re just as exhausted as me,
Naggie
baby.” He didn’t phrase it like a question and didn’t stop touching her.

“Yes, that happens when someone fucks me like a damn madman.” She smiled and shifted so she was now facing him on her side. He was smiling, too, and that small, almost sleepy grin looked really good on him.

“What does this mean?” he said, his focus on her side again. He started tracing the words of her tattoo.

“Exactly what it says.”
She smiled again, not being a smart ass.

“You know what I mean.” He flashed her this shit eating grin, all straight white teeth, and a face so manly with his trimmed, scruffy beard, and dark longer hair framing his face.

Yeah, she did know what he meant. Although she didn’t mind telling the story of her ink, this conversation seemed very intimate in a way that had nothing to do with the fact they had just had sex, or that this was a one-night stand. She shifted so she was now on her back, and even though she was naked she wasn’t self-conscious over her nudity, had never been in fact. He pulled the sheet up so that it covered both of their lower halves.
“Big, hardened, but with a compassionate side.”
She smiled. She had kept her arm above her head so he could still touch her side tattoo, and because she liked how it felt having him stroke her softly.
Naggie
stared at her ink, and moved her gaze along the same lines he was currently running his fingers over. “Have No Regrets
Over
The Mistakes You’ve Made” had been one of her very first tattoos, and one of the most cherished ones on her body. She loved all of her ink, but that particular one defined her life, and who she was.

“I guess it is just something I live by, and I wanted it permanently on my body to always remind me that I’m only human.” She lifted her gaze to his face, and for a second all they did was stare at each other. She was so used to seeing him with a bandana on that his dark chin length hair free was a little different, but in a good way. His face was so masculine, and his jaw so square. Without thinking she lifted her hand and ran her fingers over the tips of his hair, and then moved them along his scruff covered cheek. He captured her hand with his, and pressed her palm to his cheek. When he leaned forward and took her mouth with his she might have thought he’d kiss her to start something hot and deep again, but he barely brushed his mouth along hers, and before she knew it he was pulling away from her.

“Have you made a lot of mistakes in life?” He pushed away a stray piece of hair that fell across her forehead.

“Haven’t we all?” It was a rhetorical question, because like she had said, they were all only human.

“I know I’ve done some shit that makes my skin crawl.” He rolled onto his back and lifted his arms up to put his hands behind his head. He stared at the ceiling for a while, and it was clear he was thinking about something hard. “You’re different from the other women I’ve been with.” He turned just his head and stared at her. His eyes looked so dark.

“You’re different from the other men I’ve been with.” She smiled after she said it, but he kept a stoic expression. Before she could even comprehend what he was doing he had his hands wrapped around her waist and had her hauled up and over him. Now straddling his narrow hips,
Naggie
braced her hands on his firm
pecs
and stared at all the ink he had. Like her he had full sleeve tattoos, but he also had the patch logo of his MC inked into one of his smooth
pecs
. She knew all the men in his club had the same tattoo. She had seen the President, Scars, had one on his shoulder blade when she had picked up Stella at the clubhouse one day.
Scars was
not the typical father figure that resided in Reckless, but
Naggie
knew he was one protective man when it came to his daughter. That was something she had never had, and as depressing as that was to think about, it was her life, and she didn’t dwell on the negative shit.

“Does it scare you if I said I don’t like thinking of you with other men?”
Booshie
said and pushed up enough that he could smooth his hands over her arms, along her shoulder, and cupped either side of her neck.

Naggie
didn’t say anything for a moment as she processed what he had just said. She didn’t twist his statement into thinking he wanted a relationship with her, because obviously it was too soon for any of that, on her end as well.
“Strangely no.”
She started moving her palms over the skulls that were entwined with black roses and chains tattooed on his thick bicep, moved her hand along his
pec
that had his MC logo on it, and then stilled to look in his eyes. “You have just as much ink as me,” she said, changing the subject.
Naggie
took his hands that were still framing her neck, and pushed them down her body so he could be the one that now cupped her breasts. “Does that turn you off, that I actually kind of like the idea that you’re all possessive like?”

He started squeezing her flesh, but didn’t verbally answer. Instead, he shook his head. She looked at his patch tattoo again, traced the skull in the center with the flames that surrounded it, and felt arousal building in the center of her body once more. The top rocker read The Vicious Bastards, while the bottom rocker said Reckless. A man with a lot of ink had also been one of her sexual preferences, but she had never been this attracted to a man like she was with
Booshie
. Maybe it was because of the shit she went through with Rob? It could be a rebound thing she supposed, but frankly she didn’t want to even go down that road.
Naggie
had never been one to worry about why she did something. If it made her happy then that was all that mattered. And
Booshie
made her very happy, or at least for the past few hours he had. That had her smiling. In fact, every time she had seen him over the past few months she’d felt this tingling in her body and this tightening in her stomach.

“It turns me the fuck on.” He leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in his mouth.

“If you keep that up I won’t be able to control my actions.” She speared her hands in his hair and pulled at the strands. He used his tongue, lips, and teeth to drive her crazy, and when he started groaning against her breasts she nearly reached between their bodies and impaled herself on his already hard cock. The damn thing felt like an iron rod between her legs, and her pussy grew moist.

“I don’t want you in control.” He nipped at her nipple. “I want you to feel just as wild as I do.” He smoothed his hands over her sides and down her back to grip her ass. He squeezed the mounds almost painfully, but then he suddenly stopped and slowly backed off on the frenzied actions.

“What’s wrong?”

He lay back on the bed and grinned up at her. “Nothing, baby, but I know you have to be sore, and I’m in no rush. I plan on having more of you, because tonight is not the fucking last time we do this.”

Her heart started beating fast and hard, and she actually grew frightened by his statement. She had just gotten out of one relationship, only hours ago in fact, and although she wanted
Booshie
in a real, raw way, she didn’t think having anything more than sex with him was smart. But on the heels of that thought she felt embarrassed, because maybe that was all he was implying … sex? Maybe she had been this easy piece of ass—which she had, since he picked her up at the bar in like ten minutes—and now he saw her as a pussy on demand? God, now she felt ridiculous for thinking he wanted more than what they were doing right now, but at the same time she was relieved.

“You okay?”

She slid off of him and nodded in response. “Yeah, just my thoughts went wayward for a minute.” She sat on the edge of the bed, and although she wasn’t buzzed anymore, she also didn’t have her car, and therefore couldn’t run away like she wanted to do right now.

“You don’t seem okay.”

She looked over her shoulder and watched as he sat up and stood. He was buck naked, and God did he wear it well. Nothing but hard muscle covered him, and when he turned and faced her and she got a look at his now semi-hard cock with that silver barbell pierced right through the crown of his shaft, she had to curl her fingers into her palms.

“You keep looking at me like that and I won’t be able to stop myself from tackling you to the bed and mounting you like some kind of fucking animal.”

“You mean again?” She grinned. Here
Naggie
thought she didn’t have a filter, or that she was coarse. Compared to
Booshie
she felt like this virgin Catholic schoolgirl. She glanced away quickly, but couldn’t help but smile. Before she could move
Booshie
was back on the bed and had her pinned beneath him. He used a knee to pry her legs apart and pressed his erection into her already wet pussy. A gasp left her, and then a moaned followed that.

“You were going someplace in your mind that was fucking up the vibe of this evening.” He didn’t say it accusingly, but more that he was concerned. “You want to talk about what is going on in that pretty little head of yours?” He braced his forearms on the bed beside her head and ran his cheek along hers. His beard tickled and scratched her cheek, but what caught her so off guard was this softer side of him. Being underneath all of his hard muscles made her feel fragile almost.
Naggie
could actually picture herself comfortable in his embrace, and not just because she had a little liquid courage going through her, or that
Booshie
made her feel something different. It wasn’t because she was feeling pissed and down. He had been there and hadn’t disappointed in helping her forget about that motherfucker Rob or that skank
Tally, that
was for damn sure. For the last several months she’d felt like a teenager getting all giddy when she’d see him, but she had been with Rob, and she wasn’t unfaithful, unlike that asshole.