Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(161)

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, rocking my legs open wider. His thumb found my clit again as his cock thrust deeper, harder, into me.

His grunts, his strong body shredded with muscles, his thick cock thrusting deep inside me, his incredible thumb working my soaking, swollen clit, it all pushed me toward the edge. I could feel the orgasm coming back, coming harder and stronger.

“Please, Clutch,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“Come on this big cock,” he said. “Come nice and hard for me.”

He kept moving, f*cking me savagely and roughly, working my clit and my body.

And the orgasm washed over me. My body tensed in a mind-bending fireworks display of pleasure that tore through every inch of my skin, leaving every tiny hair upturned, every nerve frayed and tingling. My muscles tensed, arching my back, my toes curling down, my hands gripping the table hard.

As I came, pleasure rocketing through me, Clutch began to speed up, f*cking me faster, harder. Then his own grunts filled my mind as he came, his cum filling my tight *, our bodies synched together, working hard and rocking.

Slowly, so f*cking slowly, the orgasm faded. He pulled himself out of me and stepped back, grinning hugely. “Fuck,” he said. “Shit. The way you look pushed me right over the edge.”

I laughed. I could barely think.

He grabbed me and lifted me up. He carried me easily over to the couch, and we collapsed there together, buzzing with the pleasure of an incredible orgasm rolling through our bodies.

I didn’t care what this meant. There was no today or tomorrow. There was only this moment with Clutch. We had been inches away from death together, and Clutch had brought us back through it.

And all during that time in the bathroom, when the fear was the worst, I’d found myself thinking about him, about Clutch. I’d found myself wanting to be with him, wanting his body and his voice to be near me.

Now that I’d had his body, I knew I couldn’t let it go. I was too high on his touch, his taste. He made me feel something I had never felt before, worked my body harder and better than ever before.

We lay there together, wrapped in each other’s strong, sweating bodies, and breathed, slowly coming down from the orgasms together.





20





Clutch





I woke up on Janine’s couch.

The apartment was dark and she was nowhere to be seen. I was wearing only my boxer briefs, and I didn’t remember falling asleep.

I quickly got up, my heart racing. I moved silently toward her bedroom and gently pushed the door open.

She was sleeping soundly in her bed.

I sighed and relaxed, heading back to the couch. I must have fallen asleep and she’d left to sleep in her bed.

I sat back down, grunting softly to myself. The memory of her body came back to me, powerful and intense.

The girl was incredible, more incredible than I could have guessed. Her tight *, her amazing moans, the way she said my name, it all lit a f*cking nuclear blast in my core. I could feel my cock getting hard again just thinking about it.

As good as it felt though, we both knew that had been a mistake. The excitement of killing those two Snakes had made us both forget that she had been claimed by Jetter. Fucking her last night had been a treasonous act, something I could be killed for if anyone ever found out.

I lay back down, taking a few deep breaths. Worse, Janine could be killed for it. I could run, and maybe get us both out of there if we needed to, but we’d never have a life again. The Demons and the Rebels would never let us be safe if anyone ever found out.

Still, I couldn’t feel like I regretted it. She was so f*cking wet, so f*cking sexy under my touch. I’d wanted her and still wanted her, even if it was a death sentence to keep pushing our luck.

I put my head back down on the pillow and shut my eyes, dreams of Janine’s body running through my mind.



I woke up again to the smell of coffee. I sat up and looked into the kitchen. Janine was sitting at the table, looking at her laptop.

“Morning,” I grunted, sitting up.

She nodded at me. “You slept late.”

“Guess I was tired.”

“Having any good dreams?”

I shrugged. “Not sure.”

She smiled at me. “Looks like you were.”

I looked down at my hard cock pressing up against the fabric of my briefs. “Guess I was dreaming about your sweet *.”

“Guess so.”

I stood, not bothering to hide my hard cock, and walked into the kitchen.

“Get that thing out of here,” she said, laughing.

“Not like you’ve never tasted it before,” I said, pouring myself a mug.

“Listen, about that.”

“It’s a secret. Don’t worry.”

She bit her lip. “Okay.”

“We have to go to the clubhouse today,” I said, “tell Larkin about what happened with the Snakes.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“Don’t be nervous. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yes,” she said softly, “we did.”

“Maybe, but it felt very f*cking good.”

She smiled but didn’t say anything. I finished off my mug and poured another one before walking back over toward the couch.