Kink's Way (10 page)

But they had finished dinner hours go, things were
cleaned up, and everyone was settling in for the night. The clubhouse was a big
lodge style cabin. With everyone crammed inside, there were people spread out
all over—the couches, the chairs, and all of the rooms on the first and second
level were taken. But now here she was, standing by the bar and staring at the
hallway that Kink had just walked down. It was now quiet, aside from the low
murmurs she picked up from the rooms closest to the bar, and the ones sleeping
on the couches.

“
You doing
okay?” Tatum
asked from beside her. The other woman had a stack of blankets in her arms and
bags under her eyes.

Cookie nodded.
“Just tired and
overwhelmed.”

“I
know,
hun
. We all are.” Tatum smiled. “I’m going to sleep in the
same room with Callie, Molly, and Dakota, so if you need me you know where I’m
at.”

“
Okay,
and thanks. Get some
rest.”

Tatum nodded and turned to head upstairs. Cookie
watched her disappear down the loft and then turned her attention back to the
hallway. Kink’s room was the last door down the long expanse, and her pulse
increased at the thought of actually doing what he said and going to him. He
had stared at her all through dinner, and even when the guys had been sitting
around drinking he had watched her still. It was this connection she felt when
their eyes met, and she felt kind of silly for feeling it. Even at twenty-one
she was young, but she had lived a hard life and felt far older than that.

She dried the last dish, put it away, and set the
dishrag on the counter. She was going to do it, push everything else away, and
not take into account that Tatum had been warning her about the type of man
Kink was. She knew who and what he was, because she had been watching him this
whole time. But she didn’t care about any of that, even if she should, and
found herself moving away from the bar. Cookie walked down the hallway, and
stopped right in front of Kink’s bedroom door. Did he know that she’d cave and
come to him like a hormonal teenager? She took a deep breath, lifted her hand
to knock, but before she could bring her knuckles down on the wood, it opened
and she stood face-to-face staring right at Kink.

“Hey, baby,” he said
low, in that husky voice that slid along her like he was actually reaching out
and stroking her.

He was shirtless,
and the patch tattoo that was inked on his
pec
stood
out in stark contrast to his tanned, firm flesh. He didn’t say anything else,
and neither did she, but he did step back, opened the door wider, and curled
the corner of his mouth up. She stepped inside, hearing nothing but her beating
heart as she glanced around his room. It was pretty much barren aside from a
bed and dresser, and of course some posters that showed half-naked women
straddling motorcycles. Right above his bed and hanging on the wall was a giant
flag of The Brothers of Menace patch logo. The heat of his body penetrated her
back, and she closed her eyes and felt herself grow soft for him.

“Look at me,
Cookie.”

She slowly turned
around and stared at him.

“You want this?”

She nodded, not even
hesitating. “I don’t think I’ve wanted a man as much as I’ve wanted you.”
Honestly, the only thing she had ever wanted more than Kink was to live her
life on her own, but choosing to be with Kink of her own free will was
certainly something she was doing for herself.

They stared at each
other for a moment, and then they clashed together in a tangle of limbs, hands,
teeth, and lips. He held onto her hips and walked her backward until she was
pressed to the wall, right beside his bed. It was a massive one at that, king
sized, with rumpled sheets, and his clothing scattered on it. He smelled of
fresh soap, and she lifted her hands and ran them over his damp flesh. The wall
was made up of thick logs, and they scraped along her back unevenly, but that
only seemed to inflame her desire even harder.

“I want this for
myself.” She was the one to murmur against his mouth now. She broke away from
him and lifted her gaze so she was staring into his face. Kink used one hand to
cup her cheek and moved his thumb back and forth over her bottom lip. “I don’t
care that this will probably only be for tonight, and that I’ll just be another
piece of ass to you.”

He shook his head.
“You’re not just a piece of ass to me, but I don’t think I can be the kind of
man you need, baby.” He looked down at her mouth. “But then again I don’t think
I can just walk away from you either.” He cupped the other side of her face and
slanted his mouth on hers. He was gentle, not forcing or rushing, but letting
her know that he wanted her, of that she was sure.

Cookie gripped onto
the loops of his jeans and pulled him forward so she could feel his erection
against her belly again. “I want this, Kink.
God
, I want this so bad.” She had never said those words, and it
felt liberating and free to say them.

He slipped his
tongue between her lips, and another guttural groan left him. And then she
moved hers along his like he had done back in the kitchen. It was like her
actions broke something inside of him. He kissed her deeper, more possessively,
and she relinquished herself to him.

“My cock is so hard
for you, baby.”

“Make me yours
tonight, Kink.”

He leaned in again
until their lips were brushing together in the softest of ways. “Baby, you’re
already mine.” He placed his hands by her head on the wall and looked into her
face. “You’re not just club pussy to me, Cookie.” He pushed her hair off her
shoulder. “I want you for more than just a few hours, baby.” He ran his tongue
along her bottom lip, and then the
top,
and a surge
pleasure moved through her. “You’re safe with me.”

She wrapped her arms
around his neck and thrust her chest out so it pressed against his. Her breasts
felt full, and her nipples ached. She wanted to be naked with him above her,
thrusting deep into her body, and making her see nothing but the two of them
together. She wanted to feel the heavy weight in his hands holding her down,
keeping her stationary so he could devour her. Cookie grabbed his hair again
and said in a more desperate voice, “Make me forget about everything that
doesn’t have to do with right now.” She didn’t need to ask him twice.

Kink gripped her ass
and squeezed hard. He lifted her easily off the ground and claimed her mouth at
the same time she wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned them around and
immediately set her on the edge of the bed.
 

She stared up at
him, and watched as he pushed down his jeans. He hadn’t had them buttoned to
begin with, and because he didn’t wear a shirt, when he pushed his jeans down
and took them off, he was totally nude. Kink took hold of his dick and started
stroking himself as he watched her. He was already rock hard, and she swore as
she stared at his erection, it grew harder right before her eyes.

“You keep staring at
my cock like that and I’ll come before I’m even balls deep in your pussy,
baby.”

Her breath hitched
at his erotic words. Cookie didn’t want to go slow, and she wasn’t about to be
timid either. She took of her shirt, and tossed it on the ground, and then
reached behind and unlatched her bra. Her heart was pounding fast and hard, and
never had she wanted something as much as she wanted him. She tossed her bra to
the ground, and the movement had her breasts shaking.

Kink’s abdomen had
ripples and indentations of muscle, and that defined V that was like an arrow
right down to his erection. Cookie probably stared at him a little longer than
she should have, but she honestly couldn’t help it. She looked down at his cock
again, and watched as he moved his palm up and down his huge shaft. His focus
was on her breasts, and she wanted to titillate him like he was doing to her.
Cookie gripped her breasts and started squeezing the mounds.

“That’s it, baby.”
He was breathing harder and stroking himself harder, faster. His muscles
clenched and hardened. The man was built, and his dick was no exception, long,
thick, and with a crown that was wider than the shaft. A fresh wave of moisture
left her. She was wet, almost embarrassingly so, but she wasn’t going to stop
this.

“Take the pants off,
baby,” he said in that harsh, almost animalistic voice of his.

Letting go of her
sensitive breasts, she slid her hands down her belly, and stopped at the button
of her pants. Once it was undone and the zipper down, her arousal started to
mix with apprehension.

“I should go slow
with you, make love to you, Cookie,” he said on a groan.

“If I wanted to be
made love to I would have told you,” she said as she breathed through her
arousal. “I want you to claim me.”

He made this low,
guttural sound. “Push the pants off, Cookie.” He lifted his gaze from her
breasts, and looked at her face. “Let me see all of you.”

She stood, pushed
the pants down, and then did the same with her panties. She wasn’t embarrassed
of how she looked, even if she knew there was scarring from Morris’s
attentions. They were small, white raised lines, ones she had gotten when he
beat her with his belt when she disappointed him, or when he was turned on.
God, he beat her just for the hell of it sometimes. This was her body, her
life, and she wasn’t ashamed of it. It was that strength that made her a
survivor. Cookie saw the way Kink scanned her body with his gaze, watched as he
stopped on the few scars she had on her thighs and hips, but fortunately he
didn’t comment on them. He did, however, clench his jaw tight, and she was
pretty sure she heard him growl low in his throat.

“I don’t want to go
there, and I don’t want your mind there either,” she said with determination.

He swallowed, closed
his eyes, but nodded eventually. He stared at her for several seconds, and then
in a low, deep and deadly voice, he said, “Place your feet flat on the bed,
baby, and spread them wide.” He slowly trailed his gaze up her body, stopped on
her breasts for a suspended moment, and then looked at her face. “I want to eat
your pussy out until you come all over my face. I want my lips covered in your
cream, Cookie.”

Her heart felt like
it was going to burst right through her chest. She did as he asked, placed her
feet on the bed and spread her legs wide enough that she felt her thigh muscles
protest from the act. For several seconds he looked at her face, and then moved
his gaze back down her body and right between her legs.

“Look at that, baby,
all pink, wet, and needy for me.” He took a step forward and then dropped to
his knees in front of her. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, and he
exerted a little bit of pressure, opening her up one more inch, and leaning in
forward. His hot breath moved along her pussy, and her inner muscles clenched.

“Lay back for me,
Cookie, and let me make you feel good.”

Cookie didn’t take
her eyes off him as she slowly lay back on the bed. She curled her hands into
the sheets and felt perspiration start to dot her body in anticipation. He
rubbed his thumbs along her inner thighs, moving closer and closer until she
felt him gently brush the edge of her pussy. The blood moved right below the
surface of her skin, and she heated further. But he didn’t put his mouth on her
like she thought he would … like she desperately wanted him to do. Instead, he
lifted her legs up, pressed them to her chest so she was obscenely opened for
him, and lightly blew a stream of air along her body. A shiver worked through
her. Closing her eyes and curling her hands into the sheets even harder, she
tried to steady her breathing.

Cookie lifted her
head and forced herself to look at him. His focus was right between her legs,
and this fierce, look covered his face. “Goddamn, baby, I am going to tear your
pussy up until you won’t even be able to sit down without thinking of me.”

“You have such a
dirty mouth.” She gasped out and let her head fall back against the bed.

He didn’t respond,
just used his thumbs to spread her even wider, and then placed his open mouth
right on her pussy. Over and over he moved his tongue from her clit, flattened
it all the way down her slit, and then moved it around her opening before
pressing his tongue into her body. The sounds that left him vibrated against
her clit, and it didn’t take much for her orgasm to start to rise.

“Don’t think, baby.
Just let go for me.” Kink started renewing his efforts. He licked and sucked,
rubbed and nipped at her until she couldn’t stop the shaking that soon took
over her entire body. “Oh, yeah, baby.
I fucking
love
seeing you like this.” He muttered the words right on her clit, and that little
bundle of nerves swelled even further. And right when she started to come he
moved his hands lower to grip her flesh in a pleasure/agony filled action. A
startled gasp left her, but it wasn’t to stop him.

Her orgasm crashed
through her like a strike of lightning, stealing her vision, her mind, and her
very comprehension of what was happening. She might have cried out, but all she
could hear was the blood rushing through her veins.

 
“
You doing
okay?”
Kink said in between running his tongue along either side of her pussy lips.
She opened her eyes, lifted her head, and watched as Kink pressed his hips into
the mattress continuously. He was dry-humping the bed, so lost in his own haze
that he couldn’t even control himself, obviously.