Den Of Iniquity

April 18, 2009 || Los Angeles, California

His ears rang, head pounding with residual impact of the bass that had throbbed through the walls of The Killer Queen. He paused outside the door, standing on the steel landing and staring out at the night as the first telltale glow of morning crept over the horizon. His nostrils flared as he sampled the night air, senses reeling as he turned quickly with the key already in his hand. He needn't have bothered. It wasn't locked.

"Goddamn it." He growled, reminding himself to give her another lecture about locking the door. They weren't in buttfuck North Carolina where she'd been born and raised. This was La-La Land, where nothing was remotely what it seemed to be.

Absolute silence reigned supreme as he kicked off his combat boots beside the door before engaging both deadbolts, and the security chain. Still that smell tickled his sinuses, causing a tightening in his groin. Smelled like lust- pure and primal.

Ryann was sound asleep in their bed, but she wasn't alone. Wrapped around her body was the bare flesh and chestnut hair of her best friend. Maria was perched, breathing evenly on Ryann's chest. Both were only covered from the waist down, but it was warm enough in the loft that it didn't matter. On the floor, Ryann's special box's contents were scattered and throughout the house were both girl's clothes. Ryann had no idea when Jackson would be home from the club, but frankly, she didn't think he'd care so much to find both girls in his bed. Maria may not have been his type, per se, but who was he to complain with a girl that Ryann trusted more than anyone else in the world.

Jackson didn't make a sound as he moved across the open space, already pulling off the sweat-soaked t-shirt as he crossed the floor, eyes immediately spotting the wreckage of clothing and sex toys. A smirk was on his lips as he leaned against the bedside table, looking down at the two entwined forms. He knelt beside the bed, brushing his lips against Ryann's. His breath was warm against her skin as he whispered her name.

She sighed in her sleep, and a smile crossed her lips as she tilted her head and moved them across his. She moved slightly, causing Maria to roll over and curl back up, her backside pressed against Ryann's hip as the girl opened her eyes slightly. Taking a deep breath, she moved her hand up and caressed his face before kissing him again.

"Missed you, too," he murmured, pulling back from her hungry mouth. His eyes moved to Maria's still dozing form, and back to Ryann's sleepy sex kitten eyes. "You could have come over to the club," he said softly, "I would have kept you busy."

Breathing out, she licked her lip and stretched slightly as she replied quietly, "it wasn't the busy that I needed, love... it was the tits..." She swallowed and pushed back on him, glancing at Maria for a moment before she slowly moved out of the bed and grabbed her robe from the floor. She pulled him out of the room and into the living area, pushing him down onto the couch before straddling him. Her lips ground against his as she kissed him hard, leaving him breathless before she pulled back and said, "I had a visitor... your friend was here. The one that owns the club and the loft."

"Sinn." He laughed softly, shaking his head, "figures. Did she put you up to this?" His big, strong hands splayed over her hips beneath the gaping robe. After spending the last eight hours watching his girls bump and grind as they sucked every penny from the horny masses, he was feeling a little on edge. She didn't need to answer his question. He could tell by the gleam in her eyes that it had been Jada's visit that had gotten her in this mood. Jealousy burned momentarily, and he made no attempt to banish it from his dark eyes. "You got enough lovin' left for me?"

She smirked at him and rested her hands on his bare shoulders, "I could be on my death bed and have enough lovin' left for you." She dug her nails into his shoulders before she added, "question is, can you satisfy me the way she did?" That devilish look, she was daring him.

Rising to the challenge in more ways than one, he stared deep into her eyes. "Don't make me have to break you in half, babe."

Lifting a brow, she said nothing, merely ground her nicely waxed and incredibly bare mound against his covered groin. She was playing games with him, wondering just how far he'd let it go. She still smelled like a mix of Maria's candy-scented perfume, sex and sweat, and that made her curious to just how much he could withstand with someone else's distinct smell on her. Like an animal, Jackson had always been distinctly territorial.

His fingers dug deep into her skin, sliding up her sides to cup those tits of hers that he loved so much. "Playin' with fire, darlin'," he drawled, letting that accent creep into his words. His eyes were black as they bored into hers, and she could feel his arousal through the heavy denim.

She pursed her lips, letting her defenses fall slightly, so he could feel what she truly was hoping that he'd drop his own. She liked that feeling, that part of him taking over. It gave her a rise like she'd never felt from anyone before. Tilting her head back, she revealed the two small, barely noticeable marks on her neck. She chewed on her lip and drug her fingers down his arms, to his hands, squeezing them, in return causing him to squeeze her breasts which served to make her moan and roll her hips against him.

Jackson grinned, one hand sliding up the long column of her throat to delve into her hair. He pulled her head back, almost violently, and then shoved her down on the couch. "You smell like sex and candy," he growled low, eyes slitting in that predatory glare. The robe gaped open, revealing every perfect inch of her body as he leaned over her. "You've been a bad girl, Ry." The words were nothing more than a deep rumble as he slipped to the floor, kneeling between her wantonly spread legs. The smile widened, revealing his fang-like incisors as he bent his head. His teeth dragged over that bare, sensitive flesh, making her shudder and moan in expectation.

Her toes curled slightly and her eyes slipped closed, moaning as she whined with want. Maria could satisfy, but there was nothing more she loved then having him. Or more importantly, when he had her. She let go of the human bonds that she grasped normally, slipping into that almost heavenly aura that she had about her. They were a perfect match, her eyes turned bright green behind their lids, as she arched her back and groped her chest with her own hands.

Bottomless purple-black pools looked deep into her eyes as he balanced himself on one hand, touching her bare skin, one finger tracing random patterns. "Beautiful," he murmured, lowering his head once again. His breath was hot against her as he kissed her flat stomach, working his way down to more and more private places, teasing her mercilessly. Between those long, tattooed legs she was hot and dripping. "Ry…" the stubble on his chin scraped over her sensitive flesh, making her moan softly. His fingers dug into her thighs, forcing them apart as he took her into his mouth. His tongue delved inside her, and every lick and gentle nibble drove her crazy.

She shivered and whined, moaning in pleasure as she let her eyes roll. She moved her hands across her burning flesh and dug her fingers into his short hair, grasping and pulling, then pushing, her body moving on its own accord. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, almost begging him to take her, but knowing he was going to do whatever he wanted to her. And as much as she wanted it, wanted the release, she knew it would be that much better when she finally got it.

He pulled back, smirking when she whined at the injustice. One small part of him was still waiting for the tide to shift, and for her to go cold on him. That same small part wanted it, almost craved that rejection on a masochistic level. His hands moved to his belt buckle, and he slowly loosened it, watching her eyes open, and fix on him as he slowly unzipped his jeans and let them fall before kicking them away. Somehow, she wasn't surprised to discover that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. He moved slowly towards her, trying to avoid eye contact, looking anywhere but into her vibrant green eyes. He felt hideous, like a disgusting monster next to her fragile beauty. Still, he stood there, defiantly letting her see every tattooed and scarred inch before he dropped back to his knees on the floor, crawling towards her. She opened her legs in silent invitation, pulling him in as her fingers dug into his thick hair. He chuckled darkly against her, the vibration making her squirm before he flexed his jaw, running his stubbly chin over her cleft.

She mumbled and felt her body convulse and tremble in anticipation. Her own tattoos hiding much of her tanned skin, but enough of it visible to remind him that under all of the ink, and the piercings, she was still the same girl she'd always been. Quiet, fragile and dangerous- but completely his. And now she wanted to play. She wanted to drive him completely mad, just to see how far he'd go to get what he wanted. Hiding her smirk she pushed up on him, closed her legs and her eyes as she muttered, "no..."

He could feel an ache in his chest, and for a moment all he wanted to do was lash out, and slap her. Instead he ground his teeth together, and glared at her as he growled low in his throat. He felt the anger rising, making his skin burn. "Don't," he cautioned, hands curving into fists as he leaned over her. One corner of his mouth quirked in an almost wry ghost of a smile as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, staring a hole into her.

She gave it right back, not letting him intimidate her, she wanted him angry. She got more passion out of him like that. Swallowing, she slowly shook her head, "I said no."

He lunged at her, pinning her down on the couch as he crawled over her body like some sort of wild animal. "Don't deny me." All he could smell was her. All he could taste was her. His eyes were narrowed, dark and dangerous as he bared his teeth at her. He wanted her now more than ever.

She struggled, pulling down on her arms and flinching to his voice. It was all her sick little game, and God she was enjoying it as she clamped her legs closed beneath him. Shaking her head, she let him feel the emotion, but discreetly hid the excitement, pushing the edge and fear.

"You little bitch," he ground out, one hand delving into her hair and pulling it hard as his other hand closed over her neck, holding her there. It wasn't enough pressure to cut off her air, but she knew if he shifted his weight it would be. His mouth closed over hers, lips crushing together under the pressure of his teeth as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply, fiercely.

Ryann fought back, closing her eyes hard as she grabbed his arm with one hand and tried to get his other hand out of her hair as she writhed and moved against him. She knew how he was feeling; she could feel it on her thigh. Struggling more, she tried to keep her airway open and cater to her own fantasy.

Angry heat burned in his guts, ignited to a raging inferno as he felt her struggle beneath him. This was what he wanted. Her wet and wild beneath him, panting like an animal. He pulled back from her lips, watching the thin trickle of blood well in the split of her lip. The hand around her neck loosened, slipping down and over her shoulder to push away the silken robe. She could feel the tickle of the hair on his chest against her sensitive nipples, and it made her want to cry out. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily through clenched teeth as he tried to control himself.

She moaned and cried out, unable to keep the ruse of not wanting it, but she didn't stop fighting back. She wanted him to take it, so she lashed out, "you don't deserve to have me..."

He wrapped his hands around her slim shoulders, squeezing hard, feeling the bones grind together. She was so small, so fucking fragile he could break her in half right now. The anger swelled, clouding his vision, narrowing it to a small, throbbing tunnel of red. "The hell I don't," he growled. His eyes were cold and dead, lifeless, emotionless pools as he stared at her, almost seeming to look right through her. She felt his hard length pressing against her stomach, and then he withdrew long enough to grip her knees hard enough to make the joints ache. The hiss of pain that escaped her lips drove him one step closer to the brink, as he forced them apart. He stared at her, with that detached neutrality, needing to see if she felt any sort of regret for what she'd pushed him to do to her.

She was excited, highly as she watched him, grinding her teeth and looked up at him. Breathing rapidly, panting she growled out, "You're not man enough."

"Bitch." He spat the word coldly, forcing her back against the cushions. He didn't bother with any sort of foreplay, instead pushing himself between her knees, and thrusting deep into her body. He was in no mood for tender lovemaking. Instead he wanted pain. He wanted to assert control. He needed to feed the base emotions that filled him. Fuck love. He didn't love her in this moment. He needed her on some elemental level- needed to hear her scream. He didn't relax the force, driving into her hard enough to make the couch creak as it slammed against the wall.

She grunted and closed her eyes, crying out, but not screaming, she knew he wanted it. This wasn't the first time they'd ended up like this. She refused to give in just yet, instead, urging him on, "F-fuck you, Jackson. You don't deserve to hear my scream."

Her nails gouged his arms, digging deep into his shoulders as she arched her back. The tone of her voice and the look of disdain on her face drove him over the edge. He didn't look past it to see the needy passion. He didn't care. He took one of her legs, placing it over his shoulder before moving into a faster rhythm, slamming against her, deep, hard and fast. He was breathing heavily now, sweating as he moved faster and faster, moaning wordlessly. She dug her fingers into his ass and pulled him into her, slamming him against her, taking his full length over and over again.

She finally couldn't hold it in anymore, she tried but in the end she couldn't help it. As her climax washed over her, she screamed out and arched her back into him. Begging him to keep going she kept whining his name, tears finally coming from her eyes.

He bent to her neck, his hot tongue tasting the salt of her tears there, mixed with the metallic blood that came from his own torn up cheeks. His teeth grazed her neck, making her shudder as he sank his teeth into her skin, tasting the coppery sweetness of her blood. He groaned, every inch of his body racked with a spasm as he buried himself deep inside her one last time.

Ryann couldn't move if she wanted to, pinned beneath him, panting, in pain and moaning. She felt him calm, his greedy hold on her neck turning to light suckling as she wrapped her arms around him. But a sound, words, caught her attention and made her cram her aura back where it belonged, "Ryann? Wh-..." Maria was standing near the doorway, sleepy, naked and immediately she apologized when she realized, "Oh... I-... I'm sorry."

Jackson lifted his head, licking his lips as he turned to look at her. A familiar, lopsided smile graced his lips as he spoke, "hey." There wasn't a trace of shame or embarrassment as he moved off Ryann, reaching for his pants on the floor, only to retrieve the pack of cigarettes from the back pocket. He slipped one between his lips, and lit it before proffering the pack at Ryann's friend, enjoying her discomfort. "Smoke?"

She shook her head, "No... I.. I think I should go..."

Ryann pulled her robe around herself, she shook her head and said, "Don't, Maria... it's ok. You didn't do anything wrong." She moved closer to Jackson, quite satisfied now as she patted the spot next to her, "come on... sit."

Jackson pulled Ryann into his lap, using her to camouflage his lack of clothing as he looked up at Maria. "I don't bite… unless you want me to."

Maria moved cautiously, grabbing a haphazardly tossed throw before she sat down with them. Looking at them, she said, quietly, "I didn't mean to interrupt you."

Ryann merely grinned, "Please, love... do you think he would be apologizing if he walked in on us?"

Jackson chuckled, the sound raw and masculine- igniting her senses as she felt it in his chest. "I don't do apologies," he quipped, taking a deep drag off his cigarette.

"I know..." The young woman was starting relax, not making any attempt at hiding her ogling of Ryann's fiancé. Her eyes were wide, roaming over his tattooed torso, and down to where Ryann sat, perched like a contented cat in his lap.

And Ryann couldn't help but notice Maria's gaze as she laughed, "Ria... you couldn't handle him. Not like this."

Jackson clamped the cigarette between his teeth, and lifted Ryann as he moved out from under her. "I've gotta bleed the lizard," he mumbled, deliberately crass as he moved naked across the room, completely oblivious to the eyes fastened on his backside.

When he was gone, Ryann grinned as she looked back at Maria, who quickly averted her eyes. Ryann rolled her eyes and laughed, "Oh, don't even. I know he's still got the body, and believe me, he's got everything else to go with it." She shivered with the thoughts that flowed through her mind. Biting on her lip, she breathed out, "you can stay the night… you know that."

Maria nodded, "yeah... I'll just sleep out here."

"Nonsense, you can sleep in there. The bed is big enough. Either he can sleep in the middle or I will…"

The sleeping arrangements weren't important. Suffice to say that Jackson slept like the dead, with two beautiful women clinging to him. What more could a man ask for?

Nothing.