Page 1 of Steel Rain

Chapter 1

Ajax

“I’mAjax,”Iwhisperedagainst her smirking lips.

“Good for you.” Her pale fingers against my black skin felt glorious. She was the moon, and I was the night sky. Yin and yang, intertwined.

She unbuckled my belt, and opened my trousers, reaching down to pull out my eager length.

Her cold, and surprisingly strong, hand encircled my throbbing cock. Her eyes grew wide as she gazed up at me, seeming to marvel at my size. There was something about her that made me hard, despite being in a cold, damp back alley of a New York City bar.

It wasn’t an ideal setting, and I’m not usually this kind of guy but there was something irresistible about this woman. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her.

“Verygood for you.” As if to make sure I knew what she was talking about, she wrapped her fingers around my cock and pumped it to life. I sucked in the cold air through my teeth, as the throbbing ache made my head swim.

Jesus, this woman was intoxicating.

“I do my best work in a bed,” I told her. “What are you doing tonight?”

“I’m busy tonight.” She lay her head back against the redbrick wall. She looked up and down the frigid alleyway. There was no one else in sight. She tilted her head; her short black hair perfectly framed her heart-shaped face. “And fucking is best done in the dirt, where it belongs.”

“When will I see you again?” I wanted to get her number. My cock, of course, was a little more single-minded, but I am not a “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” type of person.

“Never,” she said with a throaty laugh. “Why can’t we just have it right now?”

“Because I think I’m going to need a lot more than a quickie in the back of a bar.”

I’m not above a quick fuck in a side street. I’m a man. My cock will do what it needs to do. But there was something about this woman that made me want more.

I don’t know what made me offer her a drink as she walked up to the bar, looking like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. Something about her burdens looked like my own. Like we were kindred spirits, trudging through our life.

When she offered a fuck in the alley, I wondered if she was a hooker. But no, she said she just wanted to feelsomething. Anything!

It was an ache that matched my own.

She was exciting. Like an exotic serpent, she was both beautiful and terrifying. Lethal and alluring. She made my otherwise dormant heart race. That was more than what I had felt in months.

The fact that she was so elusive, and guarded? Well, that just made the hunt that much sweeter.

With her other hand, she undid the top button of her jeans. It opened with a satisfying pop. My forearms rested on the rough brick wall, boxing her in. She smelled like a forest rain, when the petals are in bloom. Light, and cold.

“Tell me when I’ll see you next.” I wasn’t going to give up too easily. I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around.

“Never,” she said again. I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Hands on the wall,” I told her, and she obeyed. Placing them up near her face as she leaned her cheek down on the cold brick.

I looked down the gorgeous silhouette of her body. Broad, defined shoulders, slim, but strong arms, and a waist so tight that I could encircle it with two hands. Her ass was rounded and perfect. More than a lush handful, as I smacked my hand down hard and grabbed a gorgeous cheek.

She gasped, but didn’t protest, as I roughly pulled down her jeans, just to the middle of her thighs. Her legs stayed closed, but I got a great view of two muscular flanks that were my own personal aphrodisiac. I adore a women with strong legs. I always have. I don’t mean those thin, Pilates legs. I mean thick, sprinter’s legs. Deadlifting legs. The kind made under tons and tons of iron.

“Good for you,” I said, mimicking her earlier tone as I admired the heart shaped, naked beauties, and every line of those perfect thighs. With my thumbs, I pressed her cheeks apart and pulled her panties aside.

I wanted to rip that scrap of cloth off her body and stick it in my pocket as a fucking souvenir. A reminder. A totem. But that was a level of insanity that I wasn’t ready to show to a stranger.

I positioned myself at her entrance, my eager cock bobbing out in the frigid air. With a smooth thrust, I was in her wet heat, my hips flush against her ass. I could feel her body even through our clothes. The heat of it. The warmth of the flush that colored her pale, white flesh.

“Snow White,” I said with a small gasp, as I leaned down, pressing my chest against her back, pushing her against the cold stones. “You’re going to need to tell me a real name.”

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