Rubble: Devil's Rose #12

Chapter 12: Alice Owens

I try not to let my thoughts run a million miles an hour but can't help it because I'm me. Not even the depression drugs I take can help that. And honestly, trying to stop the thoughts takes more effort than bringing the panic down after thinking about them.

I can hear the rumble of Nick's motorcycle before I can see him. I squeeze my thighs together in anticipation, the sound becoming foreplay practically. I see his head turn upward, and I know that he knows I'm waiting for him, waiting for what he's about to do to me.

I feel a once-gone but now familiar hum in my body as he parks his motorcycle behind my car. So I'm not going anywhere without his permission. And there's something so incredibly sexy about that.

I bite my lower lip, forcing myself to not be desperate and drop down to my knees the moment he steps through my apartment door. I take another sip of my water, letting the drink cool my throat.

My clit throbs as I hear him close and lock my door behind him.

Oh hell. I'm a goner.

I get off my couch on the porch and close the french doors leading outside.

His eyes have darkened, his tongue popping out to lick his lower lip. I can feel the wetness in my underwear and shuffle my legs as I try to suppress the feeling. I step around the kitchen island and place my empty water glass in the sink.

Nick grabs my wrists in one hand and spins me around, so my stomach is leaning over the island in the middle of my kitchen, my body facing toward the porch.

He takes his belt off and very carefully replaces his hand with his belt, without tying my wrists tight and just enough so it's only a tiny bit difficult for me to pull loose.

He drops to his knees behind me, reaches up below the dress that reaches my ankles, and yanks my underwear off my body, ripping them in half as he does so.

"Shit, sorry, baby," he grunts out, gathering the dress so it's tucked between my stomach and the counter to provide some padding.

"It's okay. I have more," I breathe out, not giving a shit about my underwear.

He pushes my thighs further apart, mumbling about how perfect and wet I am.

This is exactly what I wanted. How did he know?

"Wearing a pretty dress like this, you just want to get fucked in it, huh baby? Gonna eat you out and then fuck you in this cute little dress. Wearing it just for me," he grumbles, almost incoherent.

He buries his face into my pussy.

"Oh, shit, oh my God," I whimper, trying to find more friction without the use of my hands.

"Not God. Definitely not God," he says before going to back to practically feasting on me.

His tongue plays perfectly with my clit, his fingers digging into my thighs.

He's just too good at this. He learns so well and so quickly that I don't even have to think anymore.

Soon enough, I can't take it any longer. It's literally been like five minutes, and I'm already ready to cum. I explode over his mouth, my whole body shuddering at the power. My knees give out as my thighs shake, and he uses his body to support me.

I'm so goddamn horny for this man.

He gets up off his knees, unbuckling his jeans and ripping open a condom. He thrusts himself into me from behind, and the moan that I let out is so loud that I know my apartment neighbors are going to be so pissed.

He fucks me, hard and fast, just the way that I want it, with my dress still on. His hands on my waist hold me steady as I try to remember how to breathe.

The sounds of our skin slapping, wetness dripping down my legs from my previous orgasm, and Nick's sounds matching my own make it all almost too much.

Sex has never been this good.

Knowing that my clit is too sensitive to be touched post-orgasm, he yanks my hair instead, as if he's reading my mind.

"Belt off," I state between thrusts and somehow he manages to do it.

With my free hands, one holds onto the counter and the other reaches behind me. I find his head and run my hand through his hair. I direct him to lean down, so his face is somewhat in my neck, and his body is pressed against mine as he continually fucks me.

Nick's hand, which is in my hair, finds its way back to my waist while the other intertwines with mine on the counter.

"You gonna cum for me, sunshine? All over my hard cock?"

I can only moan in reply, unable to form words.

He smacks my ass once, and I lose all control. An orgasm rushes through me a second time in fifteen minutes, Nick following me soon afterward. With our bodies pressed together, and the support of the counter, we gain control of ourselves and our breathing.

My pussy clenches around him involuntarily, and he shudders all over again. He lays light kisses on my neck, pulling out of me too soon.

He takes off the used condom and ties it, although he doesn't throw it into the kitchen trash, knowing that that's unsanitary. He leaves me in the kitchen and goes to my bedroom bathroom, tossing it into the trash in there.

"Feeling okay, baby?" he asks, taking my wrists lightly in my hands to make sure no damage was done.

None was because he knows what he's doing, but if it helps him to double-check, there's no harm in that. I place my arms on his shoulders and my fingers play with the strands of his brown hair.

My lips land lightly against his, signaling to him that I haven't felt better, and he groans into my mouth, clearly liking the affection. Our tongues touch briefly before he dives in for more, his hands resting on my ass.

I love kissing him. There's something unexplainable about it. It just feels so good, so natural. Like I was meant to be doing it the whole time. It's comforting even when it's hot and heavy. I don't fully understand it.

"Bedroom?" Nick questions after we've pulled away.

"Your shoes need to come off. And I need water. And then yes, bedroom," I respond, not wanting his dirty shoes anywhere but beside the living room area.

I gulp down water, my clit still helplessly throbbing, as he follows my directions. His Devil's Rose MC cut lays on the back of my couch, and I can feel the pounding in my heart looking at it.

Something so precious to him is part of my furniture now. We stand in the kitchen, catching our breaths, drinking water, and doing some form of aftercare as we take a brief rest.

About ten minutes later, and after a pee session, we're ready for another round.

I grasp onto his hand and tug him into my bedroom, Nick one hundred percent willing.

"The dress was meant for you, you know," I inform him, and he drops to his knees once again.

I chuckle as I begin to take it off. Although at first I wanted him to take it off, seeing him on his knees for me while I do it is enough. It drops to the floor around my feet, and I step out of it, making my way to the bed.

He crawls on the floor toward me as I spread my legs at the edge of the bed. I gather the wetness from around my vaginal entrance and make slow circles on my ready clit. Nick tries to take over, but I place one foot on her forehead.

"No touching yet, baby."

"Alice, please, oh my God, please."

He's so desperate, it's insane.

I love the power I have over him though.

"Take your clothes off," I demand, and he instantly does so, "so good at following orders. Good boy."

I've never seen a man beg to touch me so hard in his life.

It was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.