Kick’s breathing grew ragged and he began grunting his appreciation of my mouth, and then he stilled and demanded, “You wanna swallow, baby?”
Still with his cock in my mouth, I nodded and he muttered, “Fuck.” A moment later he pumped cum down my throat and I happily swallowed it all.
He pulled out and dropped to his knees in front of me. Reaching behind me, he undid the handcuffs and freed my hands before roughly taking my dress and bra off. He then moved his hand down to my panties and ripped them off. I shivered at his rough touch. So hot, and it turned me on even more. His finger found my clit and began massaging it. Then he slid his finger along my slit before finally . . . god, finally, pushing his finger all the way in. And then he fucked me hard with his fingers.
My body had been pushed to the edge of desire and I felt like I might collapse as he worked me up to my release. Kick sensed it, though, and put his free arm around my waist to hold me up. His mouth dropped to mine and he kissed me roughly before pulling away and saying, “I’ve fuckin’ missed this pussy.”
I shuddered as my orgasm built. Any minute now and Kick would have waves of extreme pleasure coursing through my body. “Don’t stop,” I managed to get out before the first wave hit.
He kissed me hard again, and said, “No plans to stop, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you come all night long. It’s fuckin’ Valentine’s Day, after all.”
My mind flashed with white light as the orgasm ripped through my body. My brain shut down as I let it take over me. I was sure Kick was whispering dirty words in my ear but I couldn’t make them out. The only thing I could concentrate on was the fact he really was blowing my mind with his fingers.
I rode the waves and when I finally came to, I let myself fall against Kick who held me tight and then lifted me up and placed me on the bed. He positioned himself on the bed next to me and let his hand trail over my breasts. His eyes dropped to look at them and after he’d bent to take a nipple in his mouth and lightly bite it, he gave me his gaze, and rasped, “I need to get my cock in between these and fuck them.”
Holy shit, he wasn’t kidding when he said he had plans for the whole night.
My eyes followed his hands as he lifted his t-shirt over his head to reveal the hard muscles of his chest and abs. Oh god, a girl could get into trouble because of those muscles.
I shifted so I could catch his lips in a kiss and then said, “First you need to take care of my pussy and then you can do whatever the fuck you want.”
He grinned at me and said, “I can manage that, but babe, not until you make me a promise.”
“What?” I asked, ready to give him anything he wanted as long as he gave me his goddamn cock.
He roughly grabbed my face and pulled me back for another kiss. When he ended it, he bit my lip. Not too hard, just the way he knew I liked it. “Promise me you’ll never lose that fuckin’ dirty mouth of yours.”
I grinned back at him and threw one of my legs over him before swiftly moving so I was straddling him. Arching my back and giving him an eyeful of tit in the process, I promised, “Yeah, baby, I promise.”
His eyes had already been coaxed to my breasts and he reached up to grab hold of one.
Hell yes.
No fucking way was I letting go of Kick again.
Ever.
***
The next day, Kick came with me to see my father. To tell him his debt had been settled.
He answered the door with a look of surprise and we followed him into his kitchen. “You want a drink?” he asked, watching us warily. His gaze followed Kick’s arm as it came around my waist and pulled me close.
Kick shook his head to a drink and I said, “No thanks, Dad. We’ve come to talk about your debt.”
He pulled a teaspoon from the drawer and as he shovelled coffee into a mug, he pointed it at us and asked, “You two back together?”
Before coming here, I’d asked Kick to let me do most of the talking, and he kept quiet now and let me answer. “Yeah, we are.”
A scowl crossed his face. “You sure that’s for the best, Evie?”
His words angered me, and my body tensed, ready for a showdown if necessary. “I don’t think it’s any of your business. Not after all these years where you couldn’t care less about me.”
Kick’s hold of me tightened and I heard his muttered, “Fuck.” He didn’t say anything else, though, and that impressed me. The Kick of three years ago would have been straight into an argument and fight if necessary.
Dad continued to make his coffee, remaining silent for a moment. Eventually, he stopped what he was doing, and asked, “Do you know what Kick’s involved in these days?”
The look on his face told me he didn’t think I did. “If you’re referring to Storm, yes I know he’s part of the club.”
Dad’s gaze flicked to Kick and the look he gave him was pure hostility. Then he looked back at me and said, “No, I mean the fact he bails me out of situations that involve thugs and criminals you don’t ever want to be tied up with. I don’t want you involved in that kind of stuff, Evie.”
My blood boiled and I stepped forward. Kick loosened his hold on me but refused to let me go completely. “If you didn’t want me involved in that shit, Dad, you should have stayed away from them. I do know what he’s done for you and I also know that because of you, he could be in trouble now. That shit’s on you, not him,” I snapped, my eyes blazing the anger I couldn’t control even if I tried.