I did trust him. “Yes.” Manic was a good man, through and through.
“You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you, Addie?”
I shivered again. I nodded and licked my lips, nerves firing through me. “And as soon as we hit Rocktown, we’d part ways?”
“Yeah, baby.”
His breath was shuddering in and out. I loved that, as if he was so turned on he couldn’t control it. I was insane for considering this, wasn’t I? But I was considering it. Manic was right, there was still so much tension between us. And here, there was no one to make assumptions or read too much into what we were doing.
This will end in you getting hurt.
More than likely, especially now that I’d admitted to myself that I felt something for him. But this was my chance to live out the fantasy, to pretend Manic was mine. I could let myself have what I wanted without all the fear of a relationship and everything that came with it.
I wasn’t ready for anything more than what he was offering. I came with more baggage than anyone should have to deal with. Manic certainly didn’t want long term either. This was the perfect solution. But looking at him now, into those deep brown eyes, I knew when this ended it was going to hurt like hell—I also knew it would be worth the heartbreak.
I would never have the happy ending. I didn’t want it, because a happy ending was never truly the ending. Pain followed, always. But for the next few days, I could pretend I was like everyone else. I could have a little taste without all the fear.
And the reason I’d gone to Manic, brownies in hand, that night was still there. I was slipping backward. Drowning in grief and I wasn’t ready to deal with it, not yet.
Manic was my escape. Being with him, thinking about him, had stopped all the nightmares and the panic attacks, at least until he’d given up on me. He’d managed what nothing else had, to pull me out of my own head. And I still needed that, probably more than ever.
“Okay,” I said before I could change my mind.
His fingers flexed against the side of my neck. “Yeah?” There was a whole lot of growl in his voice.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I nodded.
One moment I was standing there looking up at him, and the next, I was off the ground. Manic hooked one thick arm under my butt while he thrust a hand into my hair. He fisted, tilted my head to the side, and claimed my mouth.
I groaned against his lips and flung my arms around his thick neck, holding on as he strode toward the bed.
“You won’t regret this, cupcake,” he said against my lips and lowered me to the mattress. He grabbed something off the pillows—chocolates—and dumped them on the bedside table. Ann’s turndown service. She’d dimmed the lights, I realized, and drawn back the covers.
The perfect mood lighting, not that I needed any help. I couldn’t take my eyes off Manic as he yanked off his shirt. I drank in the sight of his wide muscled chest and tight abs—my gaze slipping lower.
He put a knee on the bed, grabbed the front of my jeans, popped the button, and jerked down the zipper. Then my boots were gone and my jeans and panties followed.
“Fuck,” he said as he climbed fully onto the bed. His body filled the space between my legs, spreading them wide. “Missed that tight-as-fuck pussy, Addison.”
Goose bumps lifted all over me at the growl in his voice, at the way he said my full name like that. One hand gripped my thigh, forcing me wider, the other cupping me, dragging a finger through my wetness.
He groaned, watching his hand between my thighs. “Look at you, baby, Jesus fucking Christ. Can’t decide if I want to fuck you or eat you first.” His gaze hit mine and it was more than a little wild. “You want me to eat you first, don’t you, baby? You loved it when I made you come with my mouth.”
He teased my clit, brushing over it with his thumb, and I whimpered and nodded. It was all I was capable of. He was right. I did love it. I was so desperate for him to put his mouth on me, I couldn’t think in actual sentences.
He tilted his head to the side, taking me in. “First, you need to be punished, though, don’t you, cupcake?” His scorching stare stayed steady on me.
My heart raced faster at the look in his eyes. “Punished?” I forced out.
“You kept this from me.” He dragged his thumb over my clit and down to my slick opening, his gaze not leaving mine. “This fuck-hot body, perfect cunt, those fucking gorgeous eyes that show me exactly how good I’m making you feel. That’s not what good girls do, Addison.”
I shuddered and my pussy grew wetter. I was nervous, a little confused, but so turned on, I couldn’t think straight.
He shifted, moving up the bed so he was sitting against the headboard, and patted his lap. “Come here, Addie. Now.”
“Manic…”
“Levi,” he said, his voice dipping lower. “Over my lap, ass up. Now, Addison.”
Was he going to…spank me? The first time, he’d slapped my ass while he’d fucked me from behind, and I’d come so hard I’d been a trembling, sobbing mess. He obviously hadn’t forgotten.
Did I want this? I’d never done anything like that in my life. I looked at him again, and Manic was watching me closely, waiting for me to decide. I trusted him. He wouldn’t hurt me. We only had the next few days, and I knew if I let him, he’d make them the hottest few days of my life. And just the idea of his hand coming down on my ass had my skin hot and my nipples tight.
So I crawled to him. His hand went to my lower back, warm and sure, encouraging me to lay across his muscled thighs.
“I’ve got you, Addie,” he said.
The rough need in his voice had me squeezing my thighs together, and there was no resisting. I didn’t want to. I lay over his lap, my arms bent under me, hands curled into fists, and I waited, anticipating what would happen next.
Seconds ticked by and I jumped when he cupped my ass and squeezed the ample flesh, wringing a gasp from me.
“Give me a word, baby. You had enough, say it and I’ll stop, okay?”
Nerves exploded in my belly. “Okay.”
“Give me the word, cupcake.”
I said the first thing that popped into my mind. “Sugar.”
“Perfect.”
I opened my mouth to say something. I wasn’t sure what, but his hand came down hard on my ass. I shrieked.
“Quiet,” he said gruffly. “You don’t want Ann coming up here, do you?”
I shook my head. “No, I…”
His hand came down again on the other cheek, and I yanked the pillow over and buried my face against it. Manic rubbed the cheek he’d slapped, then smacked me on the other side again. I cried out into the pillow. He kept at it, moving his hand from one cheek to the next, never the same spot twice.
I groaned as he spanked me again. God, I didn’t know what I was feeling. It didn’t really hurt. I couldn’t explain it, but it was too much. There was too much sensation swamping me and also not enough. My ass was hot and achy, my heart thundering in my chest, but I hadn’t used my safe word. He’d stop if I did, immediately. I didn’t want him to, though, not yet.
He paused and massaged my throbbing flesh. “You’re doing so good, baby. Spread your legs for me, show me how wet your pussy is.”
I did as he said, shaking hard now. When he talked like that, said things like that, I was helpless against him. I’d do anything he asked.
His hand slipped between my legs and he muttered a curse. “So fucking juicy, so desperate for my cock.”
“Y-yes.”
He spanked me again, and I cried out into the pillow. He kept at it until I was a sweating, trembling, crying mess, but still, I didn’t ask him to stop. For once, I wasn’t in my own head. I was floating on the edge of something big. My skin was tight, and hot, my pussy, swollen and dripping. I thought I might actually be able to come like this.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he said. “You need to come, don’t you, cupcake?”
“Yes…p-please,” I said, voice broken, desperate.
He growled and flipped me over, then he was between my thighs, gripping my aching behind. He opened his mouth over my throbbing pussy and pressed his tongue deep. I cried out, my hand flying to the back of his head as I arched against him.
Manic moaned, and I was panting and writhing as those big muscled arms of his held me in place, forcing me wide, while his hands massaged my aching ass. I was helpless to do anything but take it.
Then he slid two thick fingers inside me and started thrusting deep and fast as he licked and sucked my clit. I turned my head, grabbed the pillow, held it against my face, and screamed into it. Knowing I had to be quiet only turned me on more. Jerking and shuddering, I came hard.
Manic stayed there, working me until I slumped against the mattress. He kissed my damp flesh, then finally slid up my body. I couldn’t move. I lay there, stunned, limp, and more sated than I had been in my life.
The pillow was pulled away, and then he was looking down at me. “You alive, cupcake?”
“Barely.”
“Barely’s all I need,” he said, his expression wicked, dirty. He leaned in and kissed me, and I curled my arm around his neck and kissed him in return. I loved the way he kissed me. It was utterly consuming. “Because you took your punishment so good, I’ll let you choose how I fuck you,” he said.
I didn’t want to choose. I didn’t want to think. “How do you want to fuck me?” I asked him instead.
His nostrils flared, and he held me a little tighter. “You’re not ready for the way I want you, cupcake.”
Fire shot through my veins, and somehow, I was more turned on than before. I wanted that. I wanted him to give it to me. “Yes, I am.”
He cupped my breasts over my shirt and massaged as he watched me. “I want to fuck you raw, Addie. Nothing between us, my cock deep in your wet-as-fuck pussy. I want to sit on that chair over there with you in my lap, riding me like your life depends on it, pussy juice all over my thighs and your tits bouncing in my face.”
I stared at him, kind of shocked. Manic was a dirty talker, I’d learned that quickly, but this wasn’t just dirty words, this was what he wanted from me. Though, I got the feeling he was still holding back, that as incredibly hot as that sounded, it wasn’t what he’d truly wanted to say.
He grinned. “I planned on revealing what a dirty fuck I was slowly, but we don’t have time. So you’re gonna get it all while I have you.”
My belly fluttered, my body firing hot all over again. I wanted to please him. I needed it. I ran my hand over his monster chest. “I want that, what you described. Please, Levi.”
He sucked in a rough breath when I used his name. I hadn’t called him that since the last time we were together, it’d felt too intimate, but you couldn’t get much more intimate than this.
His biceps tensed as he climbed off the bed, then strode to the chair. I sat up as he toed off his boots, then his socks, and shucked off his jeans. My gaze slid over him. I loved Manic’s body. He was big everywhere, thick, muscled. His skin was almost completely covered in ink and manscaping wasn’t a word he’d heard of.
Taking him in now, he was every inch the biker mountain man.
He kept his eyes on me as he sat in the chair. “Top off, Addie.”
I stood, pulled it over my head, and tossed it aside.
His thick thighs were spread, that big, beautiful cock jutting out, so hard and ready. He crooked a finger at me, and I stepped between his thighs and put my hands on his shoulders.
“I’m on the pill,” I said, but he hadn’t exactly been celibate.
His hands lifted to my waist and he gripped me tight. “Got tested, Addie,” he said before I could ask. “And I haven’t been with anyone since you. Didn’t fuck any club pussy, babe. Fooled around, but I wasn’t into it. Only one girl I wanted.”
“You didn’t sleep with Mercedes?”
His gaze locked on mine. “No.”
My heart did another stupid flip and I straddled him. The chair was wide, and I rose up on my knees, so my breasts were at his chin and reached back, undoing my bra.
Manic’s hands covered my breasts a moment later, massaging, pinching my nipples. He didn’t say anything, didn’t direct me. He waited. I don’t know why I was suddenly nervous, but the way he watched me, so intense and hungry, had me panting all over again. I trembled as I leaned in and kissed him.
He grabbed me instantly, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my aching ass, and he hauled me closer so I was plastered against him. The kiss was out of control, and I let it pull me out of my head. I didn’t want to think about anything serious or sad or scary. I just wanted to feel.
So I reached around and gripped his hard length, trembling harder when he growled, and lowered myself. The head of his cock, hot and thick, brushed against my opening, and I applied more pressure.
The fat head slipped inside, stretching me, forcing a gasp from my lips.
“Fucking tight,” he said against my mouth. “That’s it, baby, take it all, let me fill you up good.”
He did; he filled me so incredibly good. He was so big and, like last time, it was a bit of a struggle taking all of him, but I loved it. I rested my head on his shoulder as my inner muscles adjusted and fluttered around him.
Manic rubbed my back, then his fingers were in my hair, and he fisted lightly, making me lift my head.
He pressed his forehead to mine. “That tight-as-fuck pussy was made for me, Addie. Now show me how much you missed having me inside you.”
My breath was choppy and my heart beat madly. I’d missed him so much.
And yeah, I was going to show him.
Manic
I was pushing her, but I wanted this girl so fucking bad. I had to give her everything, and that included the way I fucked. The way I knew she needed to be fucked. I’d gone easy on her the first time.
Spanking her was a gamble, but I knew she needed that too. I didn’t have to know the details of whatever she’d been through in the past to know my girl needed out of her own head in a bad way, and while I had her over my knee, she’d fucking soared.
At the end of this trip, I wanted her to know who I truly was. I was a biker, a mountain man who lived hard and fucked hard. A man who would beat the shit out of anyone dumb enough to hurt my family—by blood or by choice. She didn’t know it yet, but Addison was one of those people.
Her bare, wet-as-fuck pussy squeezed me tight, and I groaned, fisting her gorgeous hair tighter, and stared into her eyes. They were heavy, sexy, hungry. She loved my dirty mouth, and she’d love everything I planned to do to her this weekend. “Ride me, Addison,” I ordered.
And she loved that too. She was trembling as she licked her lips and gripped my shoulders, then she lifted her ass and slid back down. We both moaned, and I wrapped my hands around her waist. She did it again, and her pussy gripped me so tight that I was pretty sure my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“More,” I growled and swatted her ass.
She whimpered and started moving faster, her round hips and lush ass rolling. A cry burst from her, and I watched her come the fuck alive for me. Her hands slid to the sides of my neck and she moved faster still, harder. I needed more, though. I wanted everything she had.
“Harder, Addison. Deeper,” I all but snarled and gripped her hips, helping her along. “Show me how a good girl fucks her man. Show me how much you’ve missed having me inside you.”
“Oh god,” she said and gave me what I wanted, what I knew she needed as well.
I brought her down hard and slammed my hips up at the same time, over and over again. I felt the slickness of her pussy on my thighs, and those full, fucking mouthwatering tits were bouncing hard for me.
“Gonna fuck those too,” I said. “Gonna squeeze these sexy tits around my cock and fuck them, then shove my cock in your mouth and make you swallow it. You want that, baby?”
Her mouth opened on another cry. “Y-yes, I want that.”
“Yeah, you do. I know what you want, what you need,” I said and slammed into her again.
My balls were tight, and my dick throbbed. Having her raw was too damn good. I was already close to coming, and I wanted my girl to come first. I cupped her reddened ass and pressed my finger to her slick little asshole, not pushing inside but applying pressure, feeling her out.
Her eyes widened, then she went fucking off, fucking me harder, forcing the tip of my finger into her ass. She came screaming against my shoulder, and I grabbed her hips and held her on my cock and blew the fuck up, pumping her full and making sure she got every last bit of my come deep inside her.
She finally slumped against me, and I rubbed her back, trying to catch my breath, my heart smashing against my ribs, pounding like an out-of-control jackhammer.
Addie was quiet, apart from her panted breaths, and I held her to me, smoothing my hand over her ass that would still be aching in the morning. I was no gentlemen, especially not in the sack, but holding back the way I had last time was as close as I’d ever gotten. That wasn’t going to happen over the next few days.
Though, when I told her she wasn’t ready for the way I wanted to fuck her, I’d meant it. I’d improvised when she said she wanted me to give it to her anyway. I might want to show her every part of me, but I still needed to ease her in over the next couple days.
She was right, I’d had my fair share of pussy, but I’d never had a woman I wanted to put my property patch on. Not until Addie. I had no idea how to do this. I didn’t date. I had casual sex and moved on. She was still young and seriously skittish, and I’d been worried that if she knew the deep, dark, dirty parts of me, she’d run away even faster. I had nothing to lose anymore. At the end of this, she’d either be mine, or she’d dance away from me all over again.
If there was any chance of her staying, Addie needed to know the kind of man I was, and that’s what I planned to give her over the next few days. “Okay, cupcake?”
“Yeah,” she said softly.
Loved how she got like this, all soft and fucking sweet after I’d gotten her off good. Her lips were fuller, and her cheeks were darker, eyes bright and warm. I was still inside her, and I wanted to stay where I was, but when she snuggled closer, I knew she was tired. She wrapped her arms around my neck again and yawned.
I cupped her ass and stood, carrying her to bed, still planted deep inside her, not pulling out until I was forced to. I slid out carefully because we’d fucked hard and strode to the bathroom.
I cleaned off, rinsed the washcloth, and brought it to my girl. I’d never had sex without a condom before, and Addie watched me stride toward her. Her breath hitched as I spread her thighs and gently wiped her clean. I wanted to take care of her, and I hoped she’d see that over the next few days as well.
Maybe I was expecting too much? Probably.
But I had to try.
I wanted this girl to be mine.
I tossed the cloth back in the bathroom and climbed into bed, sliding in behind her. Pulling her into my front, I wrapped my arm around her and, taking one of her tits in my hand, I kissed her neck.
“Night, cupcake.”
“Night, Levi.”
I smiled against her hair when she used my real name.
By the end of this weekend, Addie would be mine.
I kissed her neck a second time.
I fucking hoped so, anyway.