Page 9 of London's Calling: Part 1
Chapter Seven
Mickey
Hate and anger fuel my motives. Driving me as I strip her coat from her shoulders, hands exploring her body through her dress, but it’s not enough. I need her naked. Ignoring every warning my body and mind attempt to throw at me, I grasp her hips, tugging her forward and grind my hard cock against her. She whimpers and I take that as a green light. Picking her up, she wraps her legs around me, and I can feel the heat from her core. Our mouths fused, tongues fighting the feud our bodies have called a temporary truce on, I slam her against the nearest wall, pinning her with my body as my fingers dig into her thighs.
Her fingers wind round my neck, and she nips at my lip as I thrust my hips.
Breaking the kiss, I suck in a breath, and trail kisses down her neck, Frustration getting the better of me when I’m blocked by the high neck of her dress.
Lowering her feet to the floor. “Too many fucking clothes,” I state gruffly, snatching the hem of her dress and yanking it up and over her head. “Fuck!” I exclaim at my first glimpse of her curves as she leans against the wall in nothing but a string thong. Perfectly sized tits and hard nipples begging to be sucked. I cup her tits, pushing them up as I lower my head and take one into my mouth, sucking hard and flicking my tongue.
Roni tugs at the button on my trousers, making quick work of getting them undone and shoving them down enough to free my cock as I tug my top off, tossing it aside. I see the thought in her eyes as she wraps her deft fingers around my cock. But I’m not taking any chances for either of us to back out, and her sucking my cock, while an arousing idea—me fucking her mouth, making her gag—is for another time because I’m too invested in getting inside her pussy.
“Not this time,” I say, grabbing a handful of her hair, tightening my grip until her head tips back and she’s looking me in the eye. “This time, I want to be inside you.”
She chuckles, her throat working as she swallows before saying, “Assuming there’ll be another time.”
“There’ll be another time, Roni. I might hate you, but I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll be begging for more.”
“We’ll see, Rawlins,” she bites back, wielding my surname like a weapon built to wound.
“Yes, we fucking will!” I put pay to any more chat, picking her up again and pinning her in place, then I seek out her wet cunt. Slipping a finger beneath the edge of her thong and running a finger between her lips, slowing to dip inside her before pulling back to circle her clit. “Your cunt is dripping wet.” I drive a finger into her, pumping a couple of times before replacing it with two, stretching her. It doesn’t take long before she’s clawing my neck as she rides my fingers. “Don’t come yet,” I order, withdrawing my fingers and lining up my cock instead. “You’ll come on my cock or not at all.” I slam my hips forward, entering her in a brutal thrust.
“Ahhh, fuck…” she cries, and I cover her mouth with mine, devouring her while I destroy her. “I hate you!” she pants, pulling at my hair and matching my thrusts.
“I know. Now show me how much.” I pound into her like I want to break her. Roni doesn’t disappoint, and within seconds her cunt clamps down on my cock. “That’s it. Give me it all. Because I hate to fuck you, Roni Hart,” I growl as I fill her pussy with my cum. I bury my face in her neck as I come down from the euphoric high.
Perfume and sweat entwine as I pepper kisses along her neck, up her jaw to her mouth. Then I take her mouth one last time as the last of my release pumps into her.
Nipping at her bottom lip, I break the kiss and look into her eyes. She’s panting and satiated, but she’s also guarded. Roni Hart hides a secret.
Pulling out of her, I unwrap her legs from my waist and lower her slowly to the floor because I’m not that much of an arsehole.
I begin pulling my chinos up, tucking my—fuck! No condom! I shake my head and tuck myself away, promising to get checked out at the clinic and pray Roni is on the implant or pill.
Neither of us say anything. What the fuck is there to say. We fucked, it was hot, but that’s it. When I turn around, Roni is lowering her dress back over her head. I catch a glimpse of regret, maybe.
I stride back to the counter and down the rest of my coffee, then walk over and place the cup in the sink.
“You don’t mind washing that up for me, do you?” I chuck her chin with my finger as I pass and laugh as she snaps her head to the side with a snarl.
“Don’t fucking touch me!”
A dark laugh barrels from my chest. “Bit late for that, Ice Queen. Catch you soon.” I slam the door behind me, and the laughter dies instantly.
My shoulder slams into someone as I exit the building. “Watch where you’re fucking going, prick!”
Haven’t a damn clue which thought to process first; the whole fucking Roni or how the fuck my father is going to react when I turn up on his doorstep later and explain I just lost my apartment in a bet to a family he’d give anything to see ruined.
“God damn it!” I roar, slamming my hand on the roof of my car as I reach it, drawing a few scowls from passersby. “What? You never seen an angry man before? Keep staring and you’ll see just how angry I fucking am.” I huff and get in the car. I rev the fuck out of it just to piss everyone off a little more before peeling away from the kerb and almost sideswiping another car. I leave them behind with the echoing ring of a horn hooting and drive over to Priest’s.
I race down the drive, kicking up dust and gravel, then yank the handbrake and skid to halt outside Priest’s front door. A stone from the driveway flicks up, smashing through one of the small windows of the front door. A second later, Priest appears, wearing nothing more than a pair of joggers.
“What the actual fuck, man!” he snaps as I climb out of the car.
“I’ll pay for it. Don’t lose your shit over it.” I shove past him into the house.
The front door clicks closed and bare feet slapping against the tiles follow me to the kitchen.
