Nina Levine - Storm

“Fuck, baby.  I’ve gotta have you,” I managed to get out before she pulled me to her, pulling my dick into her.

I entered her, thrusting hard and fast.  Her walls clamped around me and it did fucking beautiful things to me.  Madison was a greedy bitch with a greedy pussy, and fucking her was an out of this world experience.  I continued to thrust in and out while leaning down to kiss her.  Her legs were now around me, and her hands grabbed my face and she kissed me back, hard and hungry.  We kept at this for awhile and then she pulled away from my kiss.

“Top, J.  I want to be on top,” she grunted, and I flipped us so that she was now on top, straddling me.

I let her take control, and exhaled in pleasure as she wiggled backwards and leant down, taking my dick in her mouth.  She sucked me hard and reached her hand to massage my balls.  Coming up for air she murmured, “Love your cock, honey.  Love sucking it, but I fucking need it in me.”

I wanted that too, but I wanted to watch her for a bit longer.  “Not yet, babe.  I want to watch you some more.  Want to watch your finger in your pussy while your other hand is wrapped around my cock.”

Her eyes lit up at this; yeah she fucking loved me watching her just as much as I loved watching her.  She moved so her chest was on mine, legs still straddling me and ground her pussy against my dick while she licked my lips and kissed me; slowly, lazily.  I wrapped my arms around her, letting my hand slide over her ass, and then dipped a finger into her pussy from behind, pushing slowly, in and out.  I could feel her lips curling into a smile while I kissed her and she moaned against my lips, “Feels so good, baby.  My turn now.”

I stopped what I was doing and she moved back to a sitting position, legs on either side of me.  She spread her legs and tilted her pussy forward.  With our eyes locked, she started stroking herself.  I shifted my gaze to take it all in, waiting patiently for her to take hold of my cock.  I was so fucking hard, and watching her pleasure herself only intensified it.  She continued to stroke and finger herself and I started to grow impatient; I needed her hands on my dick now.

“Babe.  Dick.”  I ordered, and she grinned wickedly at me, the fucking tease.  She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

When her hand grasped my cock a moment later, pleasure shot through me and I shut my eyes for a moment before opening them again and focusing my gaze on what her hands were doing.  One hand was fingering herself and the other was pumping my cock; it was fucking heaven, and I felt it build in me.  She was getting closer too; I could tell by the way her eyes were opening and closing, and the way her teeth were biting her lips while her tongue darted out every now and then to lick them.

Just as I was about to tell her to get her sweet pussy onto my dick she stopped everything she was doing, and did just as I wanted.  I groaned as she sank down onto me and when she started moving I reached my hands to grip onto her ass.  The pressure was building and she was fucking me harder, tits bouncing all over the place, and I enjoyed the view; it was a fucking glorious sight.  And then she screamed as the orgasm hit her; she threw her head back, and closed her eyes as she let it take over her body.  I reached my hands around to her tits and started pumping my dick up into her, trying to find my own release.  And it was so fucking close; I could feel it coming as I pumped, and pumped, and then it hit.  Fuck me; fucking hell!  I came, and we held onto it for as long as we could.

Coming off the high, she laid down next to me on her back, one hand flung across my stomach.  I placed my hand over hers, lacing our fingers together, and waited to see if she was still angry at me.  Madison was highly unpredictable. Well, as far as I was concerned, she was.  Make up sex seemed to calm her, so I could only fucking hope.

She turned to look at me, so I rolled onto my side, propping my body up on my elbow.  Tracing a line on her stomach, I started, “I’m sorry, babe.”

“Do you even know what you are sorry for, J?” she asked, with that slightly frustrated tone that she often took with me.

“For a million fucking things, but mostly for being an asshole to you today, and for not returning your calls,” I answered her truthfully.

Her eyes searched mine for a moment and then she said, “You were an asshole to me today and I didn’t like it.  I get that you were busy with work but you’ve got to get that I was worried about you.  With all the shit going on at the moment, I needed to hear your voice, needed to know you were okay.  And then to speak to me the way you did... that hurt, J,” her vulnerability shone through her voice, and it hit me square in the chest.

I reached my hand up to her face and cupped her cheek.  “This is gonna take a lot of work isn’t it?”

Confusion flashed across her face, “Do you want out?” she half whispered, and I could sense the tension settling over her.

“No, baby.  I told you this was forever, and I meant it.  It’s just hitting me now, though, how much we are going to have to put into it to make it good.  But I need you to know that I want to do the work, I want this to be the best damn thing in our lives.”

She took a moment to process that and I knew when she had, because she let the tension in her body go and she smiled at me.  “Me too, J.  I tried so hard today not to get mad at you about the phone calls and I’m sorry if it came across like I was trying to keep track of you, because I really wasn’t.  I don’t expect you to be there whenever I want you, and I’m not trying to change you.”

“Right.  So, tomorrow we make it better.  But, I need you to know that this could take some time on my end.”

She laughed.  “Yeah, baby, because changing assholey ways is a very time consuming project.  You’re just lucky that I’m a patient woman.”

I grinned at her and thanked my lucky fucking stars for her.  No other woman would ever come close to her.

Madison

Friday flew by, and before I knew it, it was the afternoon, and I was waiting at the clubhouse for Serena to arrive.  It had been a long and at times hard week, and I was so grateful that Serena was coming to visit.  The funeral for Bec and Georgie had been this morning, and it had been tough to sit through.  Thinking about the lives that had been needlessly taken, and watching Crystal deal with her loss, was an awful thing to have to do.  She was a strong girl, but I worried about her and probably always would.  Brooke seemed to be coping well with Crystal, and I surprised myself, but I was happy that they had each other.

After the funeral, J had to do some club work.  When I asked him what it was, he got shitty with me and said that I had to trust him, and stop asking those types of questions.  This had, of course, led to an argument, because all I had been trying to do was show an interest in what he did.  We hadn’t resolved it before he left, so my afternoon had been spent stewing on it.

I checked my watch.  It was just after four o’clock and I still hadn’t heard from Serena.  I decided I needed some fresh air, so I took myself outside and sat on the hood of J’s Jeep.  Going over and over my conversation with him this morning was not helping me; it was just making me angrier about the whole situation.  And that was not good for our relationship.

I heard the rumble of a bike, and turned to see J pulling in.  He parked his bike and walked towards me, a grim look on his face.  “Babe, what are you doing out here by yourself?” he asked, coming to a stop just in front of me, but making no move to kiss me hello.

I slid off the car to put myself closer to him, and put my hand on his chest; our bodies almost touching.  “I’ve been thinking about stuff.  About you.”

He frowned, “What stuff?”

I took in the way his body tensed up and the irritation that flitted across his face, and knew that this was a conversation he did not want to be having, but I was determined to push him on this.  “J, I want to know about things going on in your life.  I hate that you won’t talk to me about your work.”

Pulling away from me, he was visibly annoyed now.  “Madison, I thought we had agreed not to do this.”  There was a warning tone to his voice that I didn’t like.

“We had, but I’m asking you to talk to me about this stuff.”

“Do you trust me?  Trust that anything I do is done for a good reason?”

Shit, now he had me.  “I do, but - ”

He cut me off, “Either you do, or you don’t, babe.”

“Okay, I do.”

He nodded.  “Right, so you need to trust me on this one,” he said, like it was a black and white choice, when it was so far from that for me.

We stood, eyeing each other while I weighed what he had said.  Finally, I agreed, “All right, I will.”

“Good,” he muttered, and pulled me to him, wrapping me in his arms.  He laid a kiss on the top of my head, and then said, “I love you.  Love what you do for me.”

“I love you, too.”  And I did.  But fuck this was hard; fighting against all my instincts to need to know what he was doing.  I just hoped that over time it would get easier, and that we would find a happy middle ground where he would share some things and I would be able to let some things go.

“What time is Serena arriving?” he asked, letting me go and reaching in his jacket for a cigarette.

“I thought she would have been here by now,” I replied.

Lighting his smoke, he suggested, “Why don’t you give her a call while I go in and see Scott.  But, I don’t want you out here by yourself so come inside to do it.”

I furrowed my brow.  “Why?”

He shook his head, mild frustration crossing his face again.  “Just do what I say for once, please.”

I threw up my arms, “Oh, for fuck’s sake.  Fine!” I snapped, and started walking towards the clubhouse.  I could hear him muttering something under his breath about women and death as he followed me in.

* * *

I hung up from Serena, disappointed.  One of the girls she worked with had been in a car accident and was stuck in hospital, which meant that Serena had to cover all of her shifts.  This meant that I wouldn’t get to see her anytime soon and that sucked.  I had been looking forward to girly time this weekend, especially some deep and meaningfuls about my relationship with J.  Serena had a way of helping me see situations from a different angle, and I felt like I really needed her insights at the moment.

“What’s got you all sad, sweet thing?”

I looked up to see Nash settling onto the stool next to me.  We were sitting at the club bar which was starting to fill up.  Friday nights were usually busy here.  I smiled at him and answered, “My best friend was supposed to be visiting for the weekend, but can’t come now.”

“Ah, I see.  You wanna hang out with me instead?” he winked at me, “There’s cock in it for you if you want.”

I shoved him hard enough that he had to balance himself to stay on the stool, but we were both laughing while I did it.  “Oh my god!  You never stop, do you?”  I said.

“What can I say... you inspire me,” he grinned.

“Tell me, Nash, why don’t you have a girlfriend?  You’re a good looking guy and you’re fun, and I’ve seen the way the ladies are all over you.”

He shrugged, “I don’t need the hassle that would bring, sweetheart.  Not when all I want is a bit of pussy, and like you said, that’s easy enough to get whenever I want it.”

“How old are you, Nash?”

“Thirty-five.  Why?”

“Do you want kids?  Maybe a wife one day?”

“Fuck, no!” he was emphatic.

I couldn’t hide my surprise.  “Really?”

“The world’s got enough fucked up people in it.  I don’t need to add to that, and as far as a wife goes, I don’t want to be tied down to anything or anyone,” he answered me, the joking tone of the conversation replaced with total seriousness.

I cocked my head, “But you are tied to Storm, aren’t you?”

“Sure am, and that’s the only family I’ll ever be tied to,” he said, with absolute certainty.

I didn’t get his decision, but there was no point pursuing it because who was I to tell him what to want, so I simply said, “Fair enough.  It’s your life.”

He flashed his cheeky grin at me again, all seriousness gone.  “You and J talking babies yet?”

I whacked him again.  “God, no!”

He pretended to shield himself from me.  “Settle down, darlin’, I’m just teasing you.”