Page 26 of Needing More
"Can you feel it, angel?" he whispered into the dark air. "This is only a fraction of the frustration you cause me."
As if able to really hear him her lips parted again and a tiny sound escaped.
Fuck it! Lowering himself again, he slanted his lips across hers, releasing a humming groan against her lips. As if on instinct her mouth moved and he nearly lost it then and there. The urge to tear away her mask and his own clothes was driving him mad. He wanted to spread her legs and wait for her to come around and realize his presence. He wanted to see the shock on her face as he pushed himself inside of her. He wanted to ride through her cries and pleas and whisper his love into her ear as he brought them both up higher and higher.
But most importantly he wanted her to see him. To say his name. To acknowledge that she saw him too. He wanted her to know that there was still one more Heathen waiting for her love.
Deepening the kiss, he groaned as he felt her hands weakly clutch at his shirt while her tongue tried to keep up with his. Reaching down between them he moved her panties to the side and stroked one digit up her slick folds and hissed.
"Jesus Christ. Oh, angel, you were made for us, weren't you?"
She didn't respond. With her face still half covered and the medicine still flowing through her veins she was caught in a dream world beneath him with her legs spread and lips parted.
Pushing one finger into her impossible heat, he dropped his head to her bare breast and nipped at the bud enjoying the shivers that ran through her as he began to pump his finger.
He could feel the front of his pants grow damp as precum dripped from his cock. He was sure he had never been this hard in his life. His balls were clenched against him. They needed to release. He could feel his seed building within him, churning against the walls to release deep inside of her.
He sat up just enough and watched her face as he pushed in another finger, working it inside her damp heat. He watched the way her lips trembled with words she couldn't speak while her body began to twitch with the need for more.
He wanted to look down, to put eyes on the sight his fingers were sending to his brain. But he knew it would be over then and there if he did.
Sensing her body tightening, he pushed his fingers deeper into her molten channel, his thumb grazing her clit, and lowered his mouth to her ear.
"Tell me, angel. Tell me there’s room for me," he gasped as he felt her walls tighten around his hand. God, he was close too. He could feel himself swell in his jeans. "Tell me," his voice strained, "you can love me, too."
"Oh," her soft, feminine voice broke the still air as her back arched and lifted off the bed.
He kissed the inside of her neck, feeling her body ride through the orgasm. "That's it, baby," he whispered. "You're so fucking beautiful when you cum."
Working his fingers in and out of her soaking passage he pulled them out gliding them over her sensitive clit again.
She whimpered at the contact.
He smiled against her neck and kissed her once more. "Tell me, Sapphire. Tell me you love me," he begged, knowing she never could.
Sleepily she turned her face into his and he watched as her covered face seemed to look at him directly. "I love you," she whispered.
Chapter 9
Vicclosedthebackdoor to the bar with a loud shut. At the end of the hallway, Hayden stuck his head through the opening and nodded at him.
"You made it," he called out.
Tossing his keys onto the desk as he passed by the office, Vic went up front into the main bar area nodding, and greeting a few regulars hanging at the end of the bar counter. Joel was working one end of the bar and Hayden was on the opposite end.
"Yeah," Vic finally answered Hayden who was filling a few drink orders. "I had to go home take care of my dad, who loved his food by the way, and change my clothes."
"I'm surprised he liked it," Hayden grumbled. "Normally, he finds anything to bitch about."
"True," he agreed. Vic was surprised too when he watched the old bastard chow down on the food. Usually, his father never missed an opportunity to complain about the food, or somehow work in a curse for his estranged wife while simultaneously missing her cooking.
Shouldn't have run her off.That's what Vic had said the last time his father threw a fit about Vic's cooking. His father's silent treatment lasted nearly a week from that. Vic smiled at the memory. The silence had been much appreciated on his end.
Noise kicked up on the other end of the room and all three Heathens looked up to see two men surrounded by their friends arguing at the pool table.
Hayden let out a tired sigh. "I'm going to go remind Peters and McDonough that I can and will toss them out on their asses if they start fighting."
Vic grinned at that. Hayden reminded him of a beleaguered schoolteacher being forced to get up from his lunch break to take care of a group of rowdy kids.
