Chrome & Leather - The Novel (Adriana Ness ♯1) (Motorcycle Club Romance) (11 page)

He locked eyes with her, trying to figure her out as best as he could. Could she contain the same black heart as he? Had he found his match, a woman who possessed the same dark desires that drove him to complete his list. Only time would tell. He knew that he would be taking her with him. They had a bond forged in murder.

Her eyes dared him to take her, to own and possess her. He bent in towards her and they began to kiss. Her tongue hungrily darted into his mouth and she tasted of peppermint candies. He ran his hand along her back feeling the notches in her spine and then tangling his fingers in her spun copper hair.

She moaned as his fingers brushed the back of her neck and stroked the delicate skin in the folds behind her ears.

He hooked his arm under her ass and easily lifted her as she wrapped her legs around him and he carried her over to the small single bed.

His shins hit the corner of the bed and they fell in a tangle of limbs onto the soft covers. She was on top of him and grinding hard against his swollen cock. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t get it out of his trousers quickly.

She kissed his face and neck, raining down kiss after sweet kiss on his skin. She moved down his body and pulled up his t-shirt and kissed his thin chest and stomach. She ran her fingers along the spider webs of scars that crisscrossed his body. The scars came after his rebirth and every one told it’s own tale, every scar brought him one step closer to Blackjack. She ran her finger and lips along a scar that ran from his left nipple down to the waist of his pants.

“I was protecting someone I once loved,” he said, only half lying.

She murmured against him as she continued to work downwards. That was enough of a reason for her now.

Her delicate and fine boned fingers worked at his chunky belt buckle and opened his pants. He was breathing deeply in anticipation of her touch. He kicked off his boots and wriggled out of his jeans.

His cock stood proudly to attention amidst a tight patch of pubic hair. The girl ran her warm hands over his balls and circled the base of his cock with her fingers.

She ran her hand along the length of it, appreciating its girth. It throbbed within her grasp.

He bucked his hips forward as she lowered her head towards his quivering cock. She parted her red and swollen lips and the head of his cock slipped easily into the warm wetness of her mouth. Her tongue moved in waves against the head of his cock and he let out a loud satisfied grunt.

She cupped his balls as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft making it slick as it slid in and out of her. He could already feel himself close to peaking as she skilfully sucked and kissed him. He pulled out of her and rolled her over on the bed so she was on her back.

He grabbed the seam of her gauzy dress and ripped it open exposing her body. Her small breasts stood pert and were topped with chocolate brown nipples, which stood fully erect. Her stomach was flat and as pale as the rest of her translucent skin. Between her legs she had a small patch of copper coloured pubic hair.

He cupped her breasts with his rough and hardened hands. For a moment he felt as if someone as beaten up and calloused as him shouldn’t be touching something as delicate and soft as her. Then he remembered the smile on her face after he dispatched her father. She was as twisted as him.

He drew the nipple of her breast into his mouth, greedily sucking and licking at it. His other hand circled and flicked at the other one causing her to moan and arch her back.

He moved his lips down her body, breathing her scent in deep. Her skin was soft beneath his lips and dusted with the lightest fuzz of hair as he moved down her belly.
 

The pale skin of her thighs prickled as he ran his tongue along them leaving a trail of bites and kisses down her legs.

She moaned and ran her hands through his hair as he moved along her body. The deep musk of her scent filled his senses and he hooked his hands under her supple ass cheeks and pulled her towards him. He parted the lips of her silken pussy with his broad flat tongue and the girl bucked her hips forward spearing herself on his rigid tongue. Her fingers thrummed on his head as she pushed him deeper into her.

His mouth was flooded with her taste as he ran his tongue in broad strokes across her swollen clit. Her breath hitched as his tongue sent electric waves pulsing through her body with each skilful and playful flick of his tongue.
 

Darian's world narrowed down to the sensation of his tongue fluidly sliding in and out of her pussy. All thoughts of the bank robbery and the list were momentarily blasted from his skull as he tongue fucked her.

He squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh of her ass as he pulled her as close to him as possible. Every swish of his tongue caused her to buck hard against him. He could feel her passion rise and his cock twitched and ached as she grew more excited.

The girls breathing came in ragged gasps and sharp inhalations, speeding up, as she was about to peak. He opened his mouth wide and gently sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and moved his tongue in waves of pleasure across it.
 

The girl let out aloud and long guttural yelp as her body was racked by an orgasm. Her pussy throbbed and quivered against his face as she trashed her head back and forward.

Whilst the super nova of pleasure was still coursing through her he pulled away and like a hungry animal he was on top of her.

His cock slid easily into her quivering pussy and her velvet insides shuddered and contracted around him as her orgasm continued to rock her. He slid all the way into her and she threw her head back in extreme ecstasy.

Her pussy gripped tightly around him and his balls tingled at the sensation. He could feel he was close to coming already.
 

He wrapped his thin arms around her pulling her close to him. He buried his head in her neck, licking and kissing the tender skin. The girl wrapped her legs tightly around him as he fucked her deeply. Her hands moved down his back and gripped his muscular ass pushing every inch of him into her. She is greedy for him, forcing him in deeper and deeper so that they can become one.

He can feel the tightness in his balls grow, he cannot hold on for much longer. He trusts forward as her moaning reaches another crescendo and she is coming again. Trembling waves course through her pussy as he fucks her. He is at the point of no return.
 

He thrusts forward and lets out a loud animalistic grunt as he comes inside her. Each surge of his hips pumping more and more of his seed into her as her pussy hungrily undulates around his cock. With one last thrust he is done and pulls out of her and flops beside her on the bed.

He feels spent. There is something different about this girl. Usually after fucking any of the women he paid for he would be up and out of the bed as quickly as possible. Once he came the woman’s purpose was over. This time was different. He was happy to lie there beside her feeling the warmth of her body next to him.

They both gently dozed off.

He awoke to the noise of the bed creaking as she was getting up. She slipped on another gauzy dress and stood over him, looking at him with a smile.
 

He groggily arose and returned her smile. He was going to ask her to come with him. He didn’t have to.

“Can I come with you? I want to be yours,” she said.

He lay on the bed looking up at her and could feel his cock start to harden again.

“Kiss me,” he said.

She bent towards him, her lips parting as she got closer.
 

“Not there, here.” He said motioning towards his cock.

She knelt between his legs and took his stiffening cock in her hand.

“No hands,” he said.

She let go of it and bent and kissed the tip. Her lips where full and soft against the head of his cock. It twitched at her touch. She ran her tongue from the base of his balls up along his shaft, never taking her eyes off him. She had a defiant and playful look in her eyes that really turned him on.

He reached down and pulled her hair away from her face so that he had a clear view of everything. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. He man ran his cock over her lips and tongue appreciating this gesture of submission.

“Open wider,” he said.

She obeyed and he slipped the head of his cock into her wet mouth. She moaned around him as he slipped in deeper.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he said.

She obeyed and he held her head almost tenderly as he thrust his hips forward, his cock slipping easily into her mouth. They never lost eye contact, locked onto each other as the layers slipped away and they revealed each other’s true self. She could see into his soul and he could see her truest form, she was no different than him.
 

She squeezed her lips tight over his shaft as he fucked her mouth in slow rhythmic thrusts. He could feel the familiar pleasurable tingle in his balls as his passion rose.
 

His thrusts grew more insistent and she began to moan as he speed up. He pulled her in close to him as he came in her mouth. Her tongue moved back and forth across his shaft as he twitched and shot his load into her. She hungrily swallowed as he began to slow down.

He pulled out of her and let out a long contented sigh as she wiped her red and swollen lips.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he said as he stretched out and lay back on the bed. She joined him on the bed and massaged his wet cock as it slowly softened. She pressed her body tight against him and breathed against his neck.

“What’s next?” she said, her warm breath against his neck.

“We leave here and never look back,” he said. He meant every word of it.”

“Whats your name?” she asked.

Normally he would have lied but he did not think it was necessary with her. “Darian Pickard, and you?” he said.

“I’m Emily Makins,” she said with a crooked smile.

She sat up and pulled something out from behind a pillow. His stomach lurched when he saw she was holding his leather bound notebook. She flipped it open to a page of ten names and each with a red line drawn through them. He should have panicked as this was the first person to ever see his list, but all he felt was calm. He knew she could see who he truly was and it excited him.

“Whats this?” she said playfully as she flicked through the pages. Her eyes glinted mischievously as she looked at him, he could feel that she already knew the answer before he even spoke.

“These are men who once hurt me. All are now dead,” he said, his voice not sounding as reedy and nasally as usual. Telling her seemed to strengthen him as he could see she was a captive audience. Her eyes where wide and she looked impressed.

She flicked to the last page of the book and asked “What about this one?”

Once again Darian felt like he was floating outside his body viewing himself as the great clockwork machine tightened and moved all the pieces into place. He could see what she was to him, this was destiny. There was no other reason that this would happen on this day, the list was speaking to him. Without hesitation he said, “Would you like to help me with the last name?”

Emily Makins, the girl in the white dress, looked into his eyes and said, “Ill help you cross off Blackjacks name.”

“This is how it ends,” Darian said running a finger across his neck and smiling broadly at Emily. He slid the notebook across the cracked Formica of the diner table towards Emily Makins. Against the faded red leather high back booth chair she glowed ethereally in Darian’s eyes. Her pale skin and white dress made her look like a fallen angel to him. He had not been able to take his eyes off her since they met. They were now bound in blood and chaos and the depth of their shared dark appetites was only beginning to become apparent to each of them. It was starting to seem like a sort of depraved competition as they each tried to out do each other with increasingly vicious acts. She could see him in his truest form and she wasn’t repulsed.

Emily trailed a thin finger along the spidery sketches in the notebook. She smiled as she traced a nail along the curves and swoops of the pencil marks. Her nails were bitten short and a dark loam was embedded under them. Darian looked at her expectantly as this was the first time he had ever shown another human his macabre drawings. These drawings contained an outpouring of his obsession to destroy Blackjack. The twisted and ornate spidery lines on the page sprang forth from the darkest recess of his mind. He would often go into a trance like state as his hand danced back and forth across the page, the grey lines whispering forth to the world how he would like to destroy Blackjack.
 
Each drawing illustrated a different means of torture or destruction of flesh. Darian had often imagined showing his notebook to a stranger; he would derive a sick glee as their eyes opened wide in horror and disbelief at the hellish creations filling the pages. Emily showed no such disgust; her face was glowing with a manic glee. Her smile only broadened as she drew her finger across the hellish landscape rendered in intricate pencil sketches. He could see her nipples harden beneath the thin material of her wispy dress. In his darkest fantasies he could have never wished for a more kindred being to share his notebook and its twisted contents with.

Emily’s finger tapped on a drawing of a piece of wire strung between two poles. A man on a speeding motorbike had connected with the wire at high speed. In a blur of speed lines and darkly shaded areas the head spun off away from the body, cleanly cut off by the taut wire. She ran her fingers across the page as if she was absorbing every detail through her fingertips. Her mouth turned down slightly at the corners wrinkling her pale skin. Darian had seen this look before.
 

A few weeks ago they had stopped at a picnic spot looking over a wide plain of knee high grass. Emily lay on the wooden table and stared up at the birds swooping into clouds of black flies high above her. Darian leaned against his bike watching the road. He let his mind wander as he thought about the shape his life would take once he killed Blackjack. He imagined the feeling of power and relief flooding through his body at the exact moment that life left Blackjacks broken body. His broken legs tingled whenever he thought about it, an unpleasant sensation as if a colony of ants were buried under his skin. Soon he promised himself. Soon the last name would be crossed off the list.