The Lone Wolf (9)

Cracker’s POV

“Stop feeding him bacon! You’ll make him fat,” I said, slapping Steel’s fingers, but I missed my mark by far, and Max got to have another piece of bacon. He yelped happily, ignoring me just like the man in my kitchen currently making me fried eggs and--- well, bacon.

I was standing by the kitchen island, watching the two of them interact. Steel just snickered, mumbling something about men having to stick together and fed him another piece. And I swear the dog just looked at me and blew a raspberry! Take that mommy, it said, and I laughed.

It was just an ordinary Saturday, but I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this good. Oh, I was sore alright. Hell, I think someone should give me a medal for taking a Steel Rod multiple times last night – but I wasn’t about to complain. After a long shower this morning, I returned to an empty bed, only to find the man who’d been occupying it, downstairs making me something to eat.

Oh, did I mention he was only wearing his boxers?

His upper torso was on full display as he turned over strips of bacon and eggs. He had a howling wolf head tattooed on his chest, right over his heart with the text “Wolf Riders” written under it. His entire right arm was covered in an intricate pattern of tribal black tattoos as well as part of his chest and shoulder. There was a weeping angel stretched between his shoulder blades and across his neck was his name. All of which moved with him like a living art piece, making me even more aware of every rippling muscle and hard plate this god-like man had. His toned stomach and wide chest. I was a bit surprised when I saw he didn’t have a six-pack, but I guess those demand more work than what he had hours in the day to work on, considering he had to make a living as well. But he was still toned and flat and considering that I knew what it felt like to rake my fingernails across it…

Drool…!

My phone started ringing, pulling me out of my ‘ogling Steel’-time and back to reality. Steel cast a glance at me and I hoped I hadn’t drooled for real. Discreetly, I checked the corners of my lips, while I picked up the phone. No drool and more good news were ahead when I saw the caller ID.

“It’s Grace, my sister,” I said, glancing up at Steel. “She knows we went out yesterday so she’s calling to check up on me.” He grinned, probably smart enough to know it was a girl code, and returned to the stove, turning it off. I swiped the green button and put the phone to my ear.

“Hi,” I said--- and frowned when I noticed Steel making his way over to me. He had that same hungry look in his eyes that he had last night and--- and fuck! I almost missed what Grace said.

“Hmm, I’m alive!” I managed to croak out, while the big man moved behind me. His big hands caressing my waist moving up under my nightshirt, caressing my bare breasts. Taking my nipples between his thumb and index finger he pinched them slightly, before soothing away the pain. I had to clench my thighs together, relieving some of the aches that was starting to build…

“And sated,” I breathed, as he kissed me down my neck and sucked on the still wet skin that was at his disposal. I bit down a mona and tried to concentrate on what Grace was trying to say but--- it was impossible! One of Steel’s hands left my breasts and found its way to my panties, rubbing my throbbing sex through the soft fabric. I wanted to curse and tell him to rip the damn thing off – it’s not like he hadn’t done that once already…

“I haven’t had my breakfast yet,” Steel murmured huskily into my other ear--- and I completely forgot what Grace was talking about.

“Erm, Grace! I love you and thanks for being the best friend ever, but---” I sucked in a breath when he moved the fabric aside and his finger traced the seam of my entrance.

Oh fuck…!

“The man’s still naked and his steel is rubbing my ass right now, so…” I breathed out quickly, while he agonizingly slowly started to pump in and out of me. I barely registered Grace’s howling laughter, but to my relief, I understood the ‘goodbye’-part.

“Yeah, I’ll call!” I panted, throwing the phone down, and used both hands on the counter to support myself, as he moved faster inside of me.

“I like your friend,” he grunted, pushing his rock-hard erection against my backside, rubbing it between my ass-cheeks and creating even more delicious friction.

“Really?” I was practically moaning. “Why so?”

“She knows when to fuck off,” he grunted--- and just like that, he removed his finger inside of me. In the next second, he had me on top of the island, sprayed out like a buffet, while his hungry eyes roamed my body.

“It’s not healthy to skip breakfast,” he grinned at me, as he removed my panties. And I blushed hard when I finally realized what he was about to do. I bit my lips, while he parted my legs. His eyes were dark with desire, as his head lowered.

I shivered, when his tongue leisurely caressed my clit, taking his time with long, slow storks. Groaning with satisfaction, he took his time doing everything he wanted to me. I cursed low and told him to eat me the fuck out already! I was horny and I needed to come so bad…

“You’re mine,” he replied calmly. “And if I want to take my time, I’ll take my own goddamn time.”

“Mother fucker---” I growled but was cut off when a finger was roughly shoved up into me.

“Quiet while we eat,” he replied and continued to lick and suck me, while his finger moved slowly inside of me. I tried to remain quiet, mewling and moaning as the pressure only built and built, but without a real release, it was just torture!

“Steel!” I cried out in frustration, unable to stop myself.

“That’s right,” he grinned. “Tell the world who owns you!”

And just like that, he inserted another finger and fucked me hard. His lips sealed over my clit and just like that, I was thrown into an orgasm so intense, I didn’t even know I was screaming his name until I heard it echo off the walls.

I panted hard, ecstasy and the orgasmic glow still rushing in my blood, and made my entire skin tingle--- and that's when I heard it!

Motorcycles!

“What’s that?” I frowned, getting to my elbows, and looked down at Steel, who smugly licked his lips. His entire face glistening with my juices.

“My friends,” he replied as a matter-of-fact. “They also know when to fuck off!”

Still panting, I tried to make sense of his words. My heart was hammering in my chest, and nervously, I glanced at the door, more or less expecting it to burst open and a bunch of rowdy men to enter. But the sounds of the motorcycles were slowly dying…

And then his words finally hit home, and I understood just too well, what had just happened!

Shock!

Did Steel know his MC friends had been there and deliberately made me scream his name, so they would hear?

Anger!

Steel knew they were there and had deliberately made me scream his name, so they would hear!

I narrowed my eyes at him, but the smug, irresistible, and sated look on his face said it all. He wasn’t sorry at all and never would he be!

“Son of a---!”

I never got to finish that! Steel stood and with a yank, my soaked pussy was pressed against his thick shaft.

“Curse some more,” he ordered, sinking into me slowly. “It’s fucking hot.”

I gasped, when he thrust in deep, his cock claiming my pussy once again, branding his mark on me inside and out. His thrusts were hard and relentless, just like I liked it. Before long, my back was arching off the counter, and I was coming again.

Screaming his name…

At the last second, Steel pulled out, jerking himself off and his cum coated my body. I let out a satisfied sigh and laid my head back, feeling his hot essence stick to my shirt and body…

This was just what the doctor ordered!