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She had looked at him then with a smile on her face. A smile that lit him up inside. He had reluctantly let a smile curl onto his lip, too.
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He followed her home,she kept flashing him little glances that were shy and suggestive at the same time. They teased his cock mercilessly. Fuck, he had no idea what he was doing.
Except with her body. He knew what he was doing then. Though, it had been a while. The whole time he’d been with the MC, he hadn’t had a woman properly, not sex. He hadn’t seen a woman, except when one of the guys was getting it on with one of the cut whores in the club house. He’d seen the women getting topless, taking off their panties, Jared often shamelessly invited one of the girls to ride him right there where he sat. He’d watched that. It did nothing for him. The women had tried to get their claws into him, too. When he’d first arrived as a prospect. Unable to speak, just watching, just listening, trying to focus on doing what was needed to patch in. Trying to focus on trying to belong. Trying to focus on staying alive. He’d found it, he’d found the family he’d needed in them all. But the women... no, he couldn’t. He couldn’t trust them, he couldn’t trust himself with them, he didn’t want them. He wanted release, in general. He felt desire, he took himself in his fist most nights and closed his eyes and found release. He remembered the women he’d touched over the years, he heard their breathy little moans and huffs and pants and screams echoing in his ears. He knew his way around a woman’s body, but that had been years ago. He’d not wanted them in any other way than in his imagination.
And then he’d seen the ice cream parlor. And he’d remembered the taste of ice cream as a child, and it had unstuck something within him. Something that had allowed Sophie in. And she was perfect. Kind, gentle, a light in a dark tunnel for him. She knew what to say when he didn’t. She smiled easily and was straightforward and upfront about what she wanted. She’d wanted him, and so she’d smeared ice cream all over herself. For him. That fucking blew his mind.
She’d seemed a bit funny as she was getting dressed. He should have said something, done something, rather than just stomp out and text her. He should have told her how beautiful she was and kissed her. Instead he’d already decided he was coming back to her place, and set about making that happen as quickly as possible. He’d assumed she’d known that wasn’t even the start of it. Apparently she hadn’t. But as soon as she realized what was going down, she warmed up again instantly. Easily. Not sulking, not dwelling.
He looked up and she was walking in front of him now, leading him. Fully trusting him. He thought momentarily about how he’d never expose his back to someone, never walk in front of someone. But she didn’t know that side of him yet. She didn’t know that he shouldn’t be trusted with her back. She turned and smiled at seeing him walking right behind her, outside her door. Her hip swayed as she unhurriedly sauntered over. She didn’t rush for him. Fuck, he loved her confidence. She knew he was watching her, practically salivating. And she loved it.
So, now that she was closer, she got her keys out and stepped up to the door. He didn’t move, except to turn a little toward her, so they stood very close to each other.
“You know,” she said quietly, seeking his ear. He dipped his head a fraction to listen in. She smiled. “The whole way I walked here, I was imagining you pumping into me, and I’ve got my pants so wet, they are sticking to me right now.”
Fuuuuuck. He groaned. He pushed the now unlocked door and it gave. He looked at her and nodded her in. He followed her.
He admired her butt the whole way up the stairs, staring unapologetically. She knew he was staring, she wiggled her hips on purpose, he swore in his head. Once up and in her apartment, she closed the door, and pulled the chain across it. She dumped her bag beside the door, her keys in a dish on a little table, and snapped on a lamp. He looked around. It was small, but like her, cute. Just as he imagined, neat. A little kitchen, a breakfast bar, open plan to a snug living area. A small TV on a bookshelf with stacks of books. He saw plants on the windowsill. He looked back at her. This was her private space, her personal space. She’d let him in. Would she regret it? No, he wouldn’t let her see, not this time. If he was lucky enough to get a next time… maybe. But for this, no. He would hide himself from her.
She slipped her shoes off and moved through to the main room. He hunkered down and unlaced his boots, shucking them off. He blinked and removed his socks, too. Barefoot in a beautiful woman’s apartment. He hardly recognized himself.
He shrugged out of his leather jacket and hung it on a coat hook by the door. Then padded over to her.
“Do you want a drink or anything? I haven’t got beer I’m afraid, I’ve got whiskey, or... coffee, wine? Um... there is some soda in the fridge.”
He looked away, no he didn’t want anything to fucking drink except more of her cum.
She took the hint. “Well, help yourself to anything if you want it. I’m going to have a quick shower.”
She headed down a little hallway off the main room. She turned into the bathroom pinging on the light.
And that right there was the reason he wasn’t showering with her. She couldn’t see him, she’d run a mile. He’d never be able to get near her again. He sighed to himself, he’d have to come to terms with the fact she would probably end up seeing him naked at some point. But for now, he’d stick to the darkness like the monster he was.
He needed to find the bedroom. He’d lie in wait for her there, in the darkness.
The darkness had eyes.
Sophie stepped into her bedroom with trepidation, tiptoeing forward, peering in. She was naked, she’d dried herself off after the shower, quickly towel dried her hair so it wasn’t a sopping mess, and tucked the towel around her. Then immediately ripped it off again. There was no need for modesty. And now, standing in the doorway to her bedroom, knowing he was in there, and that he was looking back at her... it sent a thrill through her. She immediately broke out in goosebumps from the thought of it, her heart thrumming with anticipation. She couldn’t see him though. She couldn’t see his eyes but she knew what they would look like. That hungry look again. He was so calm, so still, he barely moved, didn’t speak, but she knew what he was thinking. She knew what he wanted.
The darkness breathed.
She felt his hot breath next to her ear. It danced over her cheek. He stood beside her, she’d snuck into the room almost hesitantly, looking for him, seeing only darkness. He had turned the lights off and pulled the curtains closed.
And he’d waited for her. She felt his breath again. He must be standing mere inches from her. She could feel his presence now. The warmth, the magnetic pull of him called to her. And where he beckoned, she followed. It was like a compulsion, every fiber of her being hummed to his tune. Sophie breathed.
The Darkness decided it was time.
A hand snatched her throat, pivoted her and she felt her back bump into the wall behind her. It felt cool against her bare, warm skin.
The hand around her throat was warm. The air left her lungs with a whoosh and when she tried to take another, he was right there. In front of her face, she felt his exhale play across her cheeks again, her lips. His scent filled her lungs. She braced herself. Would he slip inside her again standing up? Would they make it to the bed?
But no, The Darkness liked to play with its food.
The hand around her throat swung her around, pivoting her so that she now faced the wall, her back was to his chest. She bent her elbows, bracing her hands against the wall. Her boobs pressed against the cool wall, her butt pressed against his burning groin behind her. His arms held her close to him, one hand on her throat, the other on her hip. Phantom pulled her head back gently but firmly, his stubbled cheek brushed her smooth one, and his mouth nipped her jaw. Sophie flinched and exclaimed at the unexpected but light bite of his teeth.
He backed off a little, put his hands on her shoulders, gathering her damp hair for a moment, almost like he was going to put it into a ponytail. Then he let it drop. His hands skimmed her arms, from her shoulders down to her hands. He then pressed his body into her again. He felt incredible. Warm and hard and big. Trapping her. Claiming her. He was naked, she felt his bare skin on her back. She felt his hard cock against her bottom, the warmth of his throbbing head and the coldness of the piercing. She couldn’t wait to be allowed to turn around and face him, to see it, to explore it properly. His chin stubble continued to catch against her cheek.
