Page 5 of Haven

Fuck. “You better hold on tight then, because you’re in for a wild ride.”

“I wouldn’t want anything less than wild. Don’t you go easy on me now, gorgeous.”

When I pulled up to her apartment, I peeked back at her. That was the longest ride of my life, but it was well worth it. She got off my bike and undid the strings of her halter top until her gorgeous, pierced breasts were on display as she slowly backed up towards her door. Being a sinner was my favorite fucking pastime, cause goddamn, Jesus wouldn’t bless me like this.

Desperation wasn’t my forte, but after seeing her deck that asshole in the face, I would get on my knees just for a taste. I scrambled after her and pushed her against her front door, oblivious to the houses around us and needing a taste.

She unlocked her door with ease, and I kicked it open, pushing her inside and slamming it closed with her body. I made haste and unbuttoned her leather pants; as much as they looked sinful on her body, I wanted what was underneath. When I went to pull her panties with the leather, I realized my little firecracker was going commando.

I arched my brow, and she smirked. “Honey, my ass doesn’t look this good with panties on. You gonna stand there gawkin’ at me, or are you gonna dive in?”

My hand slid between us, cupping her pussy that was already wet and needy. Fucking hell, I loved women. I teased her clit with small circles, and I could feel her anger radiating from her. Her lithe fingers tangled into my pink mane of curls, and she yanked my head back with such force pain rippled down my spine directly to my clit.

“Careful, darlin’. I don’t mind being in control, but if you don’t make me come, I’ll be fuckin’ your face.” Her voice was husky, filled with lust, and that goddamn accent was sending shockwaves through me.

Yes fucking ma’am.

I wrapped my hand around her throat, keeping eye contact with her deep brown hues, and plunged two fingers into her greedy pussy. She fucked my hand, and we moved into a ferocious rhythm. I felt the moment she was about to come undone and I pulled my fingers out of her. My vixen growled, ready to pounce, but I shut her up and shoved my fingers into her mouth.

“Where is your bedroom?” I purred into her ear, which earned me another glare. “When you come, it’ll be on my face, firecracker.” I pulled my fingers from her mouth, and the roles switched. She pushed me up against the wall and grasped my throat. I liked this woman more and more.

“Hades. Rolls off the tongue real nice, don’t it?” she purred. It sure did. “Learn it, ‘cause you’ll be screaming it.”

She pulled me against her, her lips grazing mine. “Seems like we have a busy night ahead of us, huh?”

She yanked me close, a spark of hunger in her dark gaze, and before she got into bed, she stripped me out of my clothes. Hades took me in, and for the first time in a long time, I was slightly self-conscious. Hades was a vision of deep amber, a deity forged from sunlight and midnight. Compared to her, I was a ghost—pale skin, old wounds, and still learning how to be seen as me and not her. Even with my tattoos painting my skin in a canvas of love letters to myself, I still felt like the broken girl underneath.

Hades didn’t care. Her eyes traced every visible scar on my naked body, memorizing me like I was already a treasure she planned to keep. “You’re art, darlin’,” she praised. Her hands cupped my breasts, admiring the hot pink barbells. “Get out of that pretty head of yours. I’m still waiting, so finish what you started.”

I pushed her to the bed, and she spread her thighs. This was the closest to heaven I’d ever fucking get, and I planned on getting lost in her tonight. I sank my teeth into her toned thigh, and she gasped as I licked and kissed her before gazing at her pretty pussy. She was wet, desperate for release. I rode bikes for fun, and right now, I was about to have the ride of my fucking life.

Five

Hades

Women drove me fucking insane, and this one was going to send me straight to the grave. She was a master with her mouth—nipping, biting, sucking, teasing. I enjoyed being on the edge in life, but not in the goddamn bedroom. Of all the kinks, edging pissed me off. I wanted rough, questionable sex that made me doubt my morals. I was going to fuck this woman until my name was the only one she remembered, but I was pretty sure we’d be fighting for dominance tonight.

I preferred submissive women, but when I saw her make contact across the bar, she screamed everything but submissive. It could have been the skin-tight leather that made her tits look irresistible, her mane of hot pink curls, or the healing scabs on her knuckles that sung to me the most. She was a fighter, and God as my witness I was going to tame her. I must be God’s favorite, because she led this knockout to my door. I knew TTs would bless me tonight.

“Oh, God,” I growled under my breath as she teased my orgasm once more. I was on the verge of combusting.

She smirked against me, her eyes shining with lust. “It’s Rory,” she teased, “but God works, too.”

I rolled my eyes, and instead of letting her continue to torment me, I grabbed her pink tendrils and pulled her up my body. She hissed in pain, but her eyes dilated as she captured my lips in a fervent kiss. I flipped us over and straddled her gorgeous hips. Curves were my downfall, and the body of this woman was going to destroy me; I couldn’t let her get the chance.

She wanted to be a fucking tease? I would show her a true tease, but first I was getting my orgasm. I grasped her hands, holding them against my thighs as I hovered over her before seating my pussy on her face. This woman had a mouth on her, that’s for sure. I intertwined our fingers as I rode her tongue. She gripped my hips, getting more control, moving from brisk strokes to zealous sucking, and I was on cloud nine. My thighs shook as a powerful orgasm ripped through my body, and I swore I saw stars.

I tumbled off her face, and she grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open as she spit into it before closing in for a passionate kiss. Goddamn.

“Do you enjoy penetration, gorgeous?” I asked, and she smirked wickedly.

“I do.”

Perfect.

I crawled off the bed and walked to my wardrobe, slipping into a black harness. Glancing behind me, her legs were still spread, and she was checking out my ass. I looked at my watch and it was only 10:00 p.m. I’d be exhausted in the morning when I met my father, but fuck it, at least I’d enjoy the night.

Adjusting the hot pink dildo, I prowled back to Rory. She eyed the strap and grinned. Dirty girl. I had a collection of toys and vibrators that I never got to use as often as I wanted, but this little vixen was about to change that. “Rough or gentle?”