Chapter 35

David had never lost his temper with a woman like he wanted to with Lucky; he was appalled and horny all at the same time. She’d pissed him off with that Sambora crack and he’d seen red, she needed to understand how pissed he was with her!

He dragged her into the bedroom and slammed the door, thought better of it and stuck his head back out and told his brothers to fuck off, they just grinned. He slammed the door again and yanked his hand clamped to Lucky’s wrist and slammed her none too gently up against the wall making her squeal in shock.

His body followed hers and he stood flush against her, watching a blush stain her cheeks and her breathing hitch. She flicked a glance to his face from beneath her lashes and he was done for at the heat radiating from them.

He grabbed her other wrist, passed it to the hand that already held the other, gripping it fairly tightly he raised them above her head, pushing them into the wall, making her back arch out and her breasts thrusting into his chest. He roughly shoved a leg between hers, and she bit her bottom lip. He heard the door slam and knew they were alone, and he knew he should slow down and become gentle but she’d pushed him way too far for that now.

His free hand went to her throat, enclosing it, he could nearly fit his fingers about her whole neck, he squeezed a little, and he felt rather than heard her breath catch, her breast pushing forward, her whole body shuddered.

His fingers squeezing her throat, first scared the hell out of her, and then turned her on even more! Was that kinky? Whatever is was she didn’t care as long as he was with her.

Lucky didn’t dare look at him, she’d pushed, now he’d dish out her punishment, and Christ she so wanted it! Peter had never been rough with her that was the first and only thought of him. At this minute she was so turned on she’d probably cum on his leg. He must have heard her thoughts as he moved his leg upwards, rubbing the denim of her jeans against her most sensitive part. She could feel the wetness coating her jeans, her panties were in the bathroom, drying.

He heard her whimper at his legs movement and grinned evilly. He trailed his hand to her collar bone and to her shoulder, pushing the shirt out of the way, his mouth ravished the flesh he’d uncovered, biting and licking. With her hands against the wall her breasts were straining the buttons of the shirt as most of it was trapped against the wall. His long fingers drifted downwards, a butterfly’s kiss of pressure as he passed over her protruding nipple had her moaning deep in her throat. But they didn’t stop and caress, they headed for the buttons and he started to undo them. When flesh appeared he touched, lightly, rubbing in circles. By now Lucky’s head was thrashing from side to side, he ground his leg into her more. He could feel the heat on his leg and his dick got harder than it had ever been.

The shirt now lay open, his fingers ghosting over her soft, dampened skin, but instead of stopping, they reached for her belt, then the buttons popped open, he continued to move his mouth from onside of her neck to the other, never kissing her mouth, kissing her wouldn’t be a punishment, not kissing her was driving her mad wanting to feel his tongue filling her mouth, those luscious lips tangling with hers; but he wouldn’t!

Her breath crammed to a halt as he slowly moved the zipper downwards.

David bit back a groan as he teased her with his fingers and leg; she was now rubbing herself against his leg, trying to get the friction to take her over the edge and into oblivion. He wasn’t going to let that happen, and moved it away from her, she moaned, he grinned.

When he’d undone her jeans he put his hand on the side and pushed them down, working his way around her, pushing at the waistband till he couldn’t reach any further round unless he let go of her hand, not gonna happen!

His hand went to her neck again, and he ran one finger from throat to where her jeans opened in one swift movement, making her arch out towards him; she was whimpering as he stopped making circular patterns on her stomach, then he wandered it further and mentally he shouted ‘holy fuck’ when we encountered no panties, he swallowed, praying that little fact didn’t short circuit his brain further and end up with him tossing her over the dresser and hammering into her…………..he took a deep breath at that picture, reigning in his control.

He worked two fingers passed the jeans and rubbed them down and up her soaking slit, he bit her neck as they slipped deeply into her warmth. He felt her walls clamp down on his fingers and she convulsed about him as her orgasm over took her; he looked at her and saw her eyes rolling back in her head and her mouth open in a silent scream. He pumped his fingers harder, not giving her time to recover, his thumb found her clit and flicked over it several times, sending her over again and again, orgasms flowing and crashing into one another.

She was begging him, incoherently, to take her, wanting him to kiss her and let her hands go, he held on. He finally pulled his fingers from her, raised them to his mouth and licked them clean; Lucky watched on, her pupils completely dilated.

He gently let her hands fall to her sides, she couldn’t move them, they were like mush.

His fingers found the loop on her opened jeans, hooked through and with a tug pulled her off the wall and towards the bed. She stumbled then righted herself, the fire in her stomach burning brighter again as he moved her to the bed. Christ, she’d never make it through the next round without combusting into pieces.