Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection (46 page)

“Not that I know of.  Why do you ask?”

“Nevermind.  Thank you, Sapphire.”

“You bet.  Sorry, I couldn’t be of more help.  I hope they find Evie,” she said, once more turning her attention to me.  She turned around again, stuck her butt in my face, and slapped her ass one more time.  Hard.  A faint red hand imprint appeared on her right ass cheek.  “I really love that girl.”

CHAPTER NINE

Slade

“Well, thank you for coming,” Diana said as we left the club.

“Uh-huh,” I murmured.  Surely, she didn’t think she was getting rid of me so easily?

“I can take you back to your bike now, if that’s what you want.”

We were at her car, and I pinned her against the door with my body.

“Diana, you know what I want.”

“Slade…” she began before I cut her off with my kiss.  I wasn’t fucking around, and I planned on making myself very clear.  She melted in my arms, her lips soft and pliable before something changed in her, and she began meeting the intensity of my kiss with her own passion.

Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I pushed my cock into her center, in case she had any doubt at all as to what was on my mind.

I broke away, and she gasped as she reached down and grabbed my cock through my jeans.  Her hand was hot and searing.  She squeezed slightly, and I groaned.

“Let’s go,” I said, as I took the keys from her and opened the passenger door for her.  “I’ll drive.”

And drive I did.  Like the wind.  Like a man on fire.  Because I was - on fire with lust for her.  Like I had never been before.

Maybe it was because she had made me wait.  Maybe it was because she never called me again after that first time.  Or, maybe, just maybe, it was because she was so goddamned beautiful and sexy that I just couldn’t help it.  She would have made the toughest of all men fall to their knees with desire for her, and me?  Well, she slayed me.

I parked the car, and as soon as we got into the elevator, I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.  I pushed her against the wall and sank my tongue back in her mouth.  Her moans and whimpers were like music to my ears.  A song I had been replaying in my head for months, yearning to hear her sweet lustful melody again.

CHAPTER TEN

Diana

As soon as the elevator doors closed, I knew there was no resisting.  I knew I didn’t want to.  I knew that there was no way in hell I could hold back anymore.

I needed Slade’s touch, and the beautiful thing was that he wanted to give it to me.

I was so ready.

I reached down and grasped him, the hard, throbbing cock in my hand a promise of all the pleasure to come.

He moaned and the elevator doors opened.  He grabbed my hand and pulled me out, leading me down the hall so fast I had to jog a little to keep up with him.  He unlocked my door, pulled me in, and pressed me against the wall again, pushing the door closed with his leather booted foot.

His hands and mouth were everywhere.  All I could do was give myself over to him.  He pinned my hands over my head, murmured “stay”, and began searing me with hot, wet kisses along my neck and then trailing them down to my breasts.  His tongue dipped under my dress, under my bra, sliding over my hardened nipple like a slithering snake.

For a flashing moment, I thought about Evie, but I pushed the thoughts away as Slade sank to his knees and pushed my skirt up around my hips, his mouth finding my center and covering my mound with his heat.

His fingers dug into my ass as he lifted me up, my thighs sliding around his head as he began suckling at my clit, biting it and sucking on it so hard I thought I would come out of my skin as the electric shocks shot through my body like lightening.  My hands reached down, sinking into his sandy brown hair, pulling his mouth and tongue further into me as I begged him for more.  When his tongue slid into me, I arched my back against the wall, opening myself to him, wanting him deeper and deeper.

Once again, he began sucking on my clit as I bucked against him, the pleasure being drawn from me, ripping everything else out of my brain, leaving nothing but Slade and Slade’s amazing mouth at the center of the universe, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of consciousness.

And then he stopped.

“No!,” I exclaimed, my hands clamoring to pull him closer, the sudden absence of his fiery mouth was pure torture.

He chuckled, his arrogance only fed by my blatant begging, as he untangled himself from my quivering thighs and stood over me.

I looked up at him, my ass cold against the marble floor of my foyer, my eyes wet with tears of pleasure, tears of yearning for what only he could give me.

“Please, Slade…,” I trailed off, the shyness of asking for, no, begging for him, making me hesitate from blurting out what I really wanted to say.

And he knew it.  He relished in the fact that I belonged to him now.  He knew he could do whatever he wanted, and I would beg him for more.

I took a deep breath and stared into his teasing, tantalizing, arrogant eyes.

“Please what, beauty?” he asked, stretching out his hand and pulling me up as I grabbed it.  He brought his face within millimeters of mine, his thick lips taunting me with his grin.

“You know what I want, Slade,” I replied breathlessly.

“Yeah, maybe I do,” he said, bringing his lips even closer to mine, impossibly close. “But I want to hear you say it.  I want to hear you ask for it, beg for it, beauty.”

“Why?  Just, please Slade, come on,” I asked, pressing my breasts into him.

“Say it, Diana,” he grinned, brushing his lips against mine and pulling away when I tried to press my lips into his harder.  “You can do it, baby.”

“You bastard,” I whispered, pushing on his chest, a tiny bubble of anger building up inside of me.  Why did he have to play these games?  He grabbed my hands, pulled them away from his chest, and pinned me against the wall once more, the entire length of his body pushed up against me, his throbbing cock hard and oh-so-fucking promising.

He brought his mouth to my ear, whispering once again, his breath blowing hot against me, creating shocks of arousal that went straight to my clit.

“Say it, baby,” he whispered, “say ‘fuck me, Slade'.”

The throbbing cock was too much to bare.  I didn’t care about being quiet, I didn’t give a shit if Mrs. Johnson, the old lady who lived in the condo above me, could hear.  I pushed all my shyness away and did the only thing I could to get what I wanted.  What I needed.

“Fuck me!” I yelled, my voice coming out in a jarring shriek, instead of the sexy, sultry voice I was hoping for in my head.  “Fuck me, Slade,” I whispered, trying again, pushing against him, hoping he was attracted to me enough to forget about these stupid fucking words and give me what I needed, before I died from yearning.

“I want your cock.  Inside me, Slade,” I said, pulling back and looking directly in his eyes before he flashed a quick grin and then did just as I asked.

He kissed me, hard, long, sensuously, and then grabbed me by my hips, picked me up and carried me to my dark bedroom.  He didn’t bother turning on the light, and as he began to pull off his shirt and then his jeans as he stood in front of me, I was grateful for the thin sliver of light coming from the hallway.

His muscles shimmered in the low light, his tattoos slathered across his flesh like a masterpiece of pain.  My fingers found his chest, outlining the logo of the Gods carved there.  He reached down, grabbed my dress, and pulled it over my head swiftly.

“I’m so glad you forgot your underwear,” he said.

“I never wear them,” I replied, which was only half-true, but he didn’t need to know that.  It’s not like I could go on television without a bra.

“That’s my girl,” he replied.  I hesitated as he said that.  
My girl?  I was his girl now?
 No, what was I thinking?  This was Slade.  Of a fucking motorcycle gang, for fuck’s sake.  He probably called every woman that.

But there was no time to think about that.  And frankly, I didn’t care.  Not right now.  Not in this moment.

He pushed me back onto the bed, and I lay beneath him as he towered over my naked body. My eyes trailed down past his tousled hair hanging over his brow, his sultry eyes shooting daggers of pure sex at me and landing square in my gut.  I kept going, determined to drink in every inch of him this time, to remember at will, a keepsake of treasured photographs to flip through when he was gone.

As if to remind me to ‘be here now’, as my yoga instructor would say, Slade’s cock twitched, my eyes shooting down quickly, past the flash of perfectly formed abs, the skin stretched smooth and tan across them, divided perfectly in half by a thin line of dark hair that pointed the way to his magnificent treasure.

I bit my lip, my every cell singing with arousal, and I heard him groan, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through my center.  His body slid down, our skin smooth as silk together, both of us sweaty with a sleek film of anticipation. 

I shuddered when I realized this was it.  I would finally feel him inside of me again, just as I had imagined lying alone in bed all those nights in the last few months.  I had never imagined it would really happen again, and my stomach trembled with fear, with anticipation, with hope that I could somehow get back to that place that only Slade had been able to take me too.

Hot searing kisses trailed down my neck, my back arched against him, my breasts searching for his heat, and finding it as his mouth engulfed one rock hard nipple, then the other, his tongue swirling around them, teasing, promising.  His tongue slid across my stomach, wetly, smoothly, a delicious tickle of electricity as his lips nibbled and licked their way down my belly, my hips jutting up, ready, yearning, begging for the heat of his hands.  When his fingers dug into the inside of my thighs, I let them fall open, my eyes glued to his every movement as his head lowered, slowly, so excruciatingly slowly that I thought he had changed his mind for a moment.

His hot breath caressed my inner thigh, followed by the soft brush of his wet lips, and he trailed kisses down my leg towards my knee, slow, then even more slowly, until I began shuddering.  He kissed my other thigh, slowly licking up it towards my now-drenched pussy, my entire body screaming for his mouth on my center, my hips pushing up towards him, my moans turning to the word ‘please’ over and over as I lost all inhibitions and found myself flat out begging for the only thing that could sooth my yearning soul.

He was close, so close.  His tongue lashed out at the thin skin at the very top of my thighs, sliding along the sides of my vulva, teasing me in the most excruciating way, knowing that I needed him closer, closer to my center…around me, inside of me, as deep and as much of him as I could get.

I cried out, my hands finding his head, and gently pushing down as he began to trail his kisses back up my stomach.  I needed the heat of his tongue’s caress, and he smiled teasingly in the dark.

The bastard.  He was a playboy and a tease.  He knew exactly what he was doing to me.  And he fucking loved it.

And he knew I did, too.

With a swift stroke of his searing tongue on my clit, and then engulfing my entire center in his mouth, he finally gave me what I had begged for.  His mouth worked against me, my fingers tangled in his hair as my hips rocked against his mouth, my thighs wrapped tightly around his head.  He pushed against me, into me, his tongue, his fingers, the gruff stubble of his chin…all worked together to create the delicious cocktail of pleasure that only the forbidden man between my legs could provide.

My body shuddered as my passion washed over me, tumbling me over the edge as Slade pushed into me even harder, his mouth pulling on my clit as his fingers fucked into me, pressing up, pulling every ounce of energy from me, burning every inch of my body with his fiery assault.

I melted beneath him, the blissful release leaving me limp and wasted.  He raised himself over me, the intensity in his eyes focused and hard.  I raised my chin, meeting his eyes in a shared agreement.  A flash of his grin returned, then disappeared as he looked down at my waiting, ready, wet sex.  Somehow, he had managed to slide on a condom without my noticing.  His cock throbbed in his hand, and then sank into me smoothly.

Low moans of satisfaction rang through the room as we rocked into each other, his cock deep, hard, huge, throbbing hotly as it disappeared inside me.  I spread my thighs, wrapping them around Slade’s narrow hips as he looked down at me.

The constant look of mischief was gone, replaced by a savage, animalistic need.  His green eyes clouded with darkness, and flashed with lust before he caught my mouth in his, his tongue and cock sinking into me together, his entire body rocking against me, pushing against me, thrusting in and out of me, possessing me, pleasuring me, taking me.