TWENTY-FOUR
BADGER
I felt strange about Machine knowing my history. I had no problem telling the women at the shelter my story, but for whatever reason, telling Machine made me feel… vulnerable, which I couldn’t be with him. He was the second-in-command in the Mafia, for Christ’s sake. I knew my team seemed to trust Kade and Machine, but I couldn’t be sure they were on our side until Ricci was taken down.
However, it was hard to overlook how helpful Machine had been today. He’d worked with me to correct the women’s movements and encouraged them when they were hesitant. He had done more than I could have imagined. Maybe that’s why I felt okay enough to open up to him and give him a little insight into what I had gone through.
The car ride home was quiet. Machine seemed lost in thought, and I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t like him being quiet. I knew he was mad about the situation, not at me, but angry Machine was a force that I did not want to challenge.
When we got to the penthouse, Lucy greeted us with her llama toy and a wiggly butt. We gave her some much-needed pets before getting on with what we wanted to do. I just wanted a shower and a nap.
Machine didn’t say anything and walked to his room, Lucy in tow. I heard the shower turn on shortly after and knew he must have the same plan I did. Only now I wanted to jump in the shower with him. I wanted to taste him, feel his hands all over my body.
Without overthinking it, I walked to the primary bedroom and peeked inside. Lucy was lying on the king-sized mattress. She was half asleep and wiggled her nubby tail in greeting. His room was similar to mine, with simple furniture and an industrial feel.
The bathroom door was ajar, steam billowing out. I took a deep breath, quickly undressed, and strode into the enormous bathroom. I could see the outline of Machine’s muscular legs and toned ass in the fogged glass. He was washing his hair and must not have heard me open the door. I tiptoed toward the tiled shower and walked in. Machine immediately turned around with a glare before his eyes softened.
“Wh-what are you doing?” he asked, his tone husky.
He took me in, his gaze touching every inch of my naked flesh. I concentrated on his tattoos, admiring the cross in the center of his chest that led to more intricate designs. In the light, I could see the scattered scars all over his chest, neck, and arms, even under the tattoos. He was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, and his scars and ink only added to the appeal. I pressed my hands to his stomach and leaned up to brush my lips against his.
“No talking,” I instructed.
He nodded and deepened the kiss. It was slow and calculated at first, but soon became hungry, driven by desire. Machine wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me flush to him. His hard, muscular, tattooed chest felt amazing against my pebbled nipples. I let out a soft moan as his tongue tangled with mine.
This. This was what I craved. My previous relations with men had been strategic and meant to fulfill a need. I had never had a burning desire for a man. Until now.
“More,” I breathed into his mouth.
Machine let out a growl and started moving his kisses down my neck and onto my chest until he latched onto my left nipple. I cried out as he bit the peak, sending a jolt of lust through me. He began massaging the other breast as he continued sucking and nipping at my pebbled flesh. After a while, he moved over to the other and continued the seductive torture.
When I was about to beg for more, he released my nipple and began to trail kisses down my stomach and onto my hips before dropping to his knees and pressing a kiss to my center. Without prompting, I opened my legs for better access. He took that as an invitation, taking my right leg and hooking it over his shoulder.
I cried out as he began to devour me as if he were starving. I had been with guys before, but none of them had eaten my pussy like this. Plunging two fingers inside me, Machine massaged my G-spot as he lapped at my clit. The multiple sensations brought me to orgasm, pleasure crashing over me. My muscles spasmed around Machine’s fingers and I screamed. He let out a satisfied groan as I came undone in his hands.
“That’s it, Bunny, come for me,” he growled against my pussy.
I didn’t even care that he called me Bunny, I was too enveloped by bliss. When I went to move away from him, Machine shook his head.
“I’m not done yet.”
I leaned back against the glass of the shower as Machine continued to lick and suck my clit. I bucked my hips, feeling another orgasm building. After a few more minutes, I was calling out his name.
“Fuck, Evan, I—I’m going to…” I lost the train of thought as Machine slid a third finger into me and pumped faster.
“Come for me, baby, come all over me,” he commanded.
I felt my body convulse as my desire squirted onto Machine’s fingers and tongue. I panted as I came down from the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever experienced. Machine stood up and put his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.
“You taste like honey,” he said, his voice husky.
I melted into his arms as he pressed his lips against mine. My hand instinctively went to his rock-solid cock. His piercings felt smooth and foreign on my palm as I moved up and down his shaft. I broke away from the kiss and looked down at his rigid cock.
“Do they hurt?” I asked quietly.
He smiled and shook his head. “No, they feel good, and they will feel even better for you.”
I blushed at his words. I pumped my hand a few times over his shaft, delighting in the sounds he was making. And then I did something that surprised even me; I got on my knees, letting the water splash over my back, and put the head of his cock into my mouth. I moaned at the taste of his precum and let my tongue explore the piercings that lined him.
