Page 13 of Burn (Two Wheeled Psychos #2)

“Oh this is so good.”

Phoenix moans around a big bite of her sandwich, rolling her eyes back into her head.

“I could eat these every day.”

She sits on her white leather couch, her legs crossed under her, her feet bare, with her sandals discarded at the front door, and all I can do is stare at her like a creep as she chows down on her food, completely unaware of the filthy thoughts running through my mind.

I know she could eat them all the time, I’ve seen it every night for the past few days. It’s adorable, and sweet, and something that even though it’s so simple, makes me like her even more. I shouldn’t be liking her more, I should be weary of her. She knows my secret, well at least one of them. She could ruin me. Fuck, she already has.

Cooked!

“They are good.”

I say to her, peering at her over the top of my food, reveling in her clean beauty.

She really is stunning, smart, responsible, and tidy. Everything she is, is the polar opposite of my mother, and for the first time in my life, I want to spend time with a woman, and not just while she burns to a crisp. No, with her I want to talk, touch, share, and so much more. It’s a conundrum. I’m lost in her and everything about her. Even her home is nice, and welcoming.

Her apartment is spotless, as it was the other morning when I snuck out without a word. Everything is white, off-white, and earthy tones of browns, greens, and golds. It feels natural, yet sophisticated, but most of all, comfortable.

Getting comfortable gets you caught.

“So really, what brought you back?”

She asks, raising her eyebrows, and eyeing me questioningly.

“Honestly?”

“Yeah. I thought after you left, that I’d never see you again. Almost like it was all just some weird, fucked up dream.”

“Kinda felt that way huh?”

I ask, popping a fry into my mouth, watching her stare at it as it disappears behind my lips. We sit silent for a moment as I chew slowly then swallow.

“You. I came back for you.”

You stupid fucker.

“You did?”

She gasps, setting her food down on the coffee table in front of us, her hands shaking, and I can’t tell if it’s a knee jerk reaction because of what we’ve done, or better yet what I’ve done, or if it’s the same desire that runs through me.

Desire? Ha! Obsession.

I’m already hard in my jeans, with my hips tilted away from her on the couch so she can’t see the evidence of my arousal, but when she launches herself at me, wrapping her arms around me, surprising me, she feels it. I feel her too, and it’s too much. Her touch quiets my head, like a security blanket blocking out the shit. When she’s against me, I almost feel…normal.

“Phoenix?”

“Shut up Zeph and kiss me.”

“I thought you were gone.”

She says into my mouth, shoving her tongue halfway down my throat, mumbling her words.

“I didn’t want you to be gone.”

“You’ve just met me.”

I groan, accepting her kisses, pulling her down on top of me on the sofa, settling her between my thighs.

Her pelvis rubs against my already hard dick, crushing it, making it scream in need for her. The wounds from the shower tug are all healed but it’s still sensitive, and just the pressure of her on me makes it leak, dotting my jeans with moisture. But it’s more than that. It’s the peace wafting over me with her affections.

“You’re so hard.”

She purrs, kissing my lips, chin, then jaw.

“Fuck Zeph, please.”

“Why?”

I ask, grabbing her face, bringing her lips back to mine.

“Why is this…”

“I don’t know. Don’t think about it. Just take me.”

A thousand and one thoughts fall from my mind as I devour her mouth and drag my hands down her body, pressing her even tighter to me and the bulge in my jeans. It’s like the game of tug of war between my head and my body ends. Fuck, the war just in my mind ceases, and he becomes quiet for once. It’s my own thoughts, my own fears, and my own desires succumbing to each other. Without him mocking me.

“Phoenix.”

I moan into the kiss, my hands frantically lifting her frilly shirt, my fingers fumbling with her satiny bra underneath.

I want them all off, and her skin on mine. I need her softness against my hard planes. I want her deeper complexion to glow against my pale one. We’re opposite in the flesh, a yin and yang, but when our bodies are together we just fit. It all fits. It shouldn’t, but it does.

“Zeph.”

“Phoenix.”

I repeat, releasing her mouth just long enough to get her top over her head and off.

Her bra pops open, and her tits spill out, all firm and perky and begging for me to caress them. My fingers dig into her, plumping and squeezing while my palms brush her nipples, making her moan and thrust them further into my hands.

She’s becoming frantic, her hands yanking and pulling at my jeans, her hips rubbing against me harder, squishing her fingers between us. She’s panting and groaning, making those noises that I fucking love. It’s all encompassing, and I’m falling into a rabbit hole of fuck knows what, but I want it, I need it. I need her.

The inexperienced Zephyr falls away the longer we touch and grind on each other, giving way for the new man she is making of me to come to the surface. I growl against her cheek, nipping at her skin and grab her shorts roughly, tearing them away from her. Her hands drop away from my jeans and I pop them open, yanking them down and off, bouncing her on top of me as I strip myself naked under her.

She squeals as I wrap my arms around her and stand up, bringing her with me, guiding her legs around my waist. Her hands go back to my face and her mouth reclaims mine as I slam her back up against the wall in her living room, rattling a picture next to her shoulder, making it fall to the floor with a loud crash. We ignore the noise, and the broken frame and glass on the floor as I drop her down on my cock, impaling her on it, using gravity to hold her down on it.

“Fuck!”

She screams as my dick fills her.

“Exactly.”

I breathe into her mouth, all while sucking out her breath.

It’s heaven buried inside of her. Absolute fucking heaven. The world fades away as her heat envelopes me, warming not just my cock, but parts of me inside that haven’t felt warmth in forever. My iciness melts as I bounce her up and down on me, feeling her squeeze my hips with her thighs.

“Harder.”

She cries out, her hands slapping at my shoulders, her mouth sucking and kissing my lips, my jaw, and my neck.

“Yeah? You want it harder baby?”

“Yes. God please.”

She pleads, her channel grabbing me, her hands smacking, and her mouth sucking.

“My good girl wants it rough?”

I chuckle lowly, my voice deep with the desire flowing through me.

“Yes!”

“How rough baby girl?”

“Fucking break me.”

Pulling her away from the wall, I walk us into her bedroom, stepping on the broken glass, ignoring the pain in my feet as the shards imbed themselves in my soles. I’m lost in her, in wanting to appease her needs, and needing her to keep him away. Nothing will break my focus on giving her what we both need desperately.

She’s gyrating in my arms, stroking herself with my cock, and yelps when I lift her off me and toss her down on the bed, not giving her time to get her bearings before I grab her by the hips and flip her over. Pulling her up onto her hands and knees, I grab my cock and ram it up into her tight pussy in one long, rough advance.

“Oh shit!”

She screams, her hands fisting her white sheets, grabbing handfuls of the cotton.

I’m a goddamned animal, fucking her, growling and barking out my sexual aggressions, taking her harder than I ever thought I could or would. She’s screaming, her body is shaking, and her pussy drips all over, making an utter mess of me and her sheets.

“Fuck yes. Make a filthy mess.”

I say, slapping her ass hard with my flattened palm, making her screech in pleasure and pain.

“Again.”

She cries out, whipping her head back to look at me with those dark, mesmerizing eyes.

“Yeah? Again princess?”

The crack of my hand across her backside echoes in the room just as loudly as the noises coming from her sexy, agape mouth.

“Again.”

“Such a good girl, loving my hand across her flesh.”

I praise her, slapping her again then again, reddening the skin with my handprints.

“You want me to mark you? Prints and bruises baby?”

“Yes!”

“Beg me baby. Beg me to mark you.”

“Please Zephyr, please. Mark me, claim me. Fuck, please!”

“That’s my good fucking girl.”

I purr to her, spanking her once more, loving the way her redness deepens to a crimson.

It has to hurt with as hot as her skin is. It feels like she’s on fire as I rub the already bruising mark, soothing away the pain, or at least I hope. But do I really want it to go away? Not really. It’s turning me on more, seeing her in discomfort, and the fact that she’s begging me for it. It’s opposite of every other woman I’ve touched, who begs me to stop. This one is pleading for more, and it makes her perfect.

“Fuck baby. Goddamnit. I want to hurt you.”

“Do it.”

She grunts, slamming herself back as I ram forward, bottoming out inside of her.

The monster in me is taking over. It’s not him , no it’s me, the dark part of me that does the things I do. I can feel him rearing up inside me, begging to come out to play. He wants to give her pain, make her scream louder than she is, but he doesn’t want her to burn. He wants her to survive to go again another time. He’s evolving, and I can only blame her for that.

Grabbing the sheet under her, I pull, tearing it in my hands with a loud ripping sound. A large piece comes off in my hands, and I twist it around and around to make a long, skinny braid.

“Hands baby.”

I say to her, holding myself still inside of her, reaching for her arms.

She falls forward, her face smashing down onto the mattress as I pull her arms behind her, crossing her wrists, binding them with the twisted sheet. It raises her ass more, and lowers her shoulders, making me slide even further into her throbbing channel.

“Zeph.”

“Shhh baby. You’ve got this. You trust me?”

“I…I’m…”

She stammers, her words getting lost in the bed under her.

“Yes you do. Thats why you haven’t said anything about what I did. About what WE did, baby. You trust me more than you should.”

Like a madman I thunder into her, slamming my hips against her ass as I hold onto her bound wrists. The fabric pulls and squeezes her skin, turning it bright red, as red as her ass, burning it from the friction. She’s screaming, bucking back and forth, taking everything I give to her as if she’s as crazy as I am.

Her sounds urge me on, those grunts, curses, and squeals, they’re my driving force as I pant out my aggression, fucking her harder and deeper. I’m hoping to break her body as much as she has already broken my brain, so that she can suffer with me as mine forever.

“Mine!”

I shout loudly.

“Mine, mine, mine!”

“Yours!”

She screams an ear-piercing screech as her body tenses and her pussy grabs me like a fist.

She’s close, so close. Right on the precipice of her climax, still as stone as it washes over her and I plow harder against her. It’s as euphoric as watching a whore burn, the feeling of seeing her incapable of doing anything else but to ride out the pain I give her, and it’s forcing me towards my climax as well.

It's one I can feel starting in my toes that dig into the floor, leaving bloody prints on her fluffy rug. The current of it roars through my body, tensing my legs, and flexing my hips. It sears through my back and my core, before blowing out of my cock like a fire hose.

The backsplash soaks my thighs as I fill her up on a guttural bark, emptying everything from me into her as her sexy sounds turn into demonic tongues. She milks every last drop from me, sinking down into the bed, her knees collapsing, dragging me down with her, my convulsing body crushing hers, our sweaty skin sliding against each other. Even though I’ve always hated body fluids, detested them actually, I would rather be here, covered in our mixed fluids than anywhere else.