The passionate tease he'd given me the other day outside the nursing home, slamming his lips on mine? Nothing compared to this.
This was fire. This was hate. This was a man coming undone in my mouth, tearing a bitter moan out of me, and then another when his hand flew to my breast and twisted my nipple through my shirt.
My nails tangled in his shirt, raking against his chest.
Fighting him, pulling him into me all at once.
My mouth moved against his, saying things words couldn't.
But I didn't realize how much like lightning cutting across the sky this conversation was going to be until he started ripping off my clothes.
His hands roamed my body, jerking off my shirt, snapping my bra strap. My jeans and panties came down in one push, and I felt the wet trickle rolling down my thigh instantly.
“Joker...”
Big mistake, just whispering my name. He took my thighs, slammed them against the wall, and pulled my legs apart.
Then his face was buried in my *.
My fingernails were on his scalp now, pushing through his thick, dark hair, feeling for precious support. And I needed it – God, I needed it – almost as much as I'd needed this for so long.
His tongue pushed through my wetness, taking over, hitting all the right spots. My thighs were trembling, and I leaned on him, urging him in deeper, deeper, deeper while his mouth took me through heaven and hell.
Oh, God. Deeper.
“Holy shit. Joker, I'm –“ I bit my own tongue, dying from excitement.
Every time I whimpered, his mouth moved faster. My clit went between his teeth, swelled in his vice, and exploded against the first few lashes of his tongue.
He growled when I came. His rumble echoed through me, angry as a wild animal, just a steady, mad pulse of fire, hate, and sex.
Still panting through clenched teeth, I forced myself to open my eyes while he was still licking me, and saw myself in the mirror. My whole body was totally contorted. My pupils were tiny and the whites were going bloodshot, blown out by the nasty shock of the past week, and now this.
Whatever the hell this even was.
He held me while I halfway collapsed in his arms, coming up, and smashed his lips down on mine. I could taste myself on his mouth. I could taste him.
God. I tasted three fucking years worth of built up emotion, all pouring out in this torrent.
“Fuck, I missed that sweet little cunt. You on the fuckin' pill, or what?” he spat, pulling away from me, clenching my chin with his fingers.
“I've...I've missed a few days. It isn't safe. I'll start again tonight.”
“Then get on your knees if you don't want another kid. You're gonna suck every last drop outta me, straight down your throat.”
He pushed me down. Gently, but firmly.
My eyes went to his pants, which he pushed down a second later, along with his boxers. The pierced, magnificent dick I'd missed forever sprang out, angrier than I'd ever seen it before.
“Speak to me, Summertime. Suck me the fuck off. Blow me so goddamned hard I forget about all the lies and the bullshit and you running, hiding, lying. Suck.”
“I didn't run,” I said angrily, trying to keep my eyes off the rock hard cock pulsing in his hand, the little bullet of his piercing shining in the dim bathroom light.
“Suck,” he repeated, reaching down, tangling his fingers through my hair. He pushed my face towards it.
Before I knew it, my mouth was full of him. Hard, hot, earthy beneath my tongue.
I bobbed my head, running my tongue along his length, searching for that spot underneath the head – the one that caused him to suck breath and growl all those years ago.
“Fuck. Shit. Goddamn, woman!” he snarled.
Bingo. I focused my tongue there, reaching up to massage his balls, amazed that these were what had given us the boy sleeping in his room.
I sucked him like my life depended on it, because maybe it did.
Ran my lips, my tongue, my teeth across his cock, erasing all the years of distance, speaking through the insane, painful barriers between us.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he sputtered, pulling on my hair until it burned deliciously. “Fucking shit, Summertime. Take it!”
And I did.
His head swelled, pulsed, and pumped into my mouth. I held him deep, still massaging him as he came, hopelessly trying to catch his come.
It was completely impossible. He flooded me, shot thick ropes down my throat, just pumping and pumping and pumping until his sticky, warm seed ran out around the corners of my lips.
I'd be a total mess by the end of it, and so what?
Right now, nothing mattered, except feeling him growling out his hate, his madness, shooting me full of him. Again.
When he finally softened, I pulled his cock out, and kissed him near the piercing. He jerked himself away, glowering at me again, his eyes as dull and dead as they'd been before.
“Clean the fuck up and let me know if you need to eat. You can sleep in my room with the kid tonight. I'll take the sofa.”
“You mean...that's it? Just like that?”
Pants pulled up, he tugged on his zipper, leaving me naked while he reclaimed his biker suit like nothing ever happened.