Authors: Jenika Snow
Chapter Nine
“Dude, you haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen this woman suck whipped cream off her fingers,” Rook said from beside Pierce.
Pierce stared at the stage where the current stripper was finishing her fuck show. The girls had to wear G-strings while dancing, and it was a damn fucking shame since Pierce wanted to see some shaved pussy grinding against the pole. He brought his beer to his mouth, was already good and toasted, but he had nothing going on tomorrow, and planned on having titties, ass, and pussy all up in his face tonight. He was horny and hard, and the strip club they were at, The Crystal Cavern, was one of the biggest strip joints in Denver. This place was known for having girls that were all about giving a little action for some extra cash. The sweet-butts back at the clubhouse were all fine and well, especially if he was hard up for some immediate action, but he had fucked all of them at least once. He wanted something different, some foreign pussy that knew how to squeeze a man’s dick until it felt like it would fall off.
He glanced at the other man when a stripper came by and straddled him around the waist. She had nothing on except a triangle bikini top that barely covered her nipples. She started doing this bump and grind on the other member, pushed him back against the seat fully, and went to town, trying to get the fucker to come in his pants no doubt. The skinny bleached blonde started grinding herself even harder on Rook. Pierce liked his woman thicker, with curves he could hold onto as he plowed his cock into them.
She glanced his way, grinned, and said, “You’re next big boy.”
He may like the females he fucked to be thicker, with more meat to grab onto, but that didn’t mean he was about to turn down pussy either.
The lights flashed on stage for a second before dimming once more, and the main attraction for this club was about to take stage. The men that sat in plush and padded seat around the sunken in floor, all hollered and stood from their seats to stare up at the stage. Where he was, he had an elevated, prime shot of the center stage. He couldn’t see the face of the woman that stepped onto stage yet, but he made out her curvy as fuck. She sure as hell wasn’t rail thin like the rest of the girls that had been stripping all night.
The spotlight slid up and covered her big, round, and juicy looking ass. Her hair was short, black and was to her shoulders. It looked like how a flapper would have worn her hair, sleek, shining, and it turned him the fuck on. The black barely there string that went right between the cheeks of her bottom had his mouth watering. Her flared hips, and thighs that were meant to grip a male around the waist, had his cock coming to attention. She turned around, and he zeroed in on her big, full tits that were barely restrained by her black transparent top. The stripper started moving back and forth, and the sight of the way she swayed her hips transfixed him. The flesh jiggled, bounced up and down, and when she bent over and shook her ass, it was like watching a warmed bowl of pudding move around.
His dick punched forward with so much force he nearly pulled his cock out and stroked himself right then and there just to relieve the pressure. Goddamn, she was a sight to look at. Pierce ran a hand over his mouth and breathed out. He watched as Rook stood and walked toward the VIP rooms in the back. Pierce focused on the stripper again.
She moved over to this velvet-covered tray, picked up a strawberry, and dipped it in a bowl of whipped cream. He leaned forward, feeling drunk as hell, but so aroused his cock could have drilled holes through steel right now. Her eyes were closed, and her scantily clad body was what wet dreams were made of. He was transfixed as he watched her suck the cream off the strawberry. She took off her top, and her big breasts and her darker pink nipples came into view. She grabbed what looked like a pitcher filled with chocolate.
Oh, fucking shit.
She poured that chocolate along her, that dark liquid sliding over her nude breasts, covering her nipples, and making him want to go on that stage, pin her to the ground, and lick that fucking chocolate from her body.
She wasn’t totally nude, but that didn’t matter because the fact she wore that little triangle of black that covered her cunt turned him on even more. She continued to sway her hips as she poured the rest of the chocolate on her body, and then she tossed the pitcher aside and started rubbing her hands over the sauce. The brown liquid smoothed over her breasts, and she went lower still. Slipping her hand down her bikini bottom, he watched as she rubbed it over her pussy, and despite the fact he couldn’t see it because of the material, his cock throbbed at the image in his head.
For the next five minutes he watched her crawl on the floor, her look seductive, sexy, and he leaned forward even further. He wanted her, really damn badly. The lights dimmed when she rolled onto her back, her breasts thrust out, and her legs spread wide. And then the stage went dark, and the men hollered for more. All Pierce could think about, and see in his head, was his body over hers and his cock deep in her pussy. The images were lewd, dirty, and raunchy. They were ones of his cum covering her body, white streaks along her creamy flesh. God, he’d fuck her so damn hard, so rough she wouldn’t be able to walk without thinking about him. He’d fill her pussy with cum, so much of it that when she stood it would slip down her legs. Pierce was a dirty old bastard, and although she didn’t know it yet, he’d make her his, if only for one night.
He was now a Brothers of Menace patched in member, and he always got what he wanted, even if he had to take it for himself.
****
Jana cleaned up the last of the bottles scattered around the few tables in the clubhouse, and grabbed the broom and dustpan. The cigarette butts and trash littered on the ground was a sight that turned her stomach, but it was thanks to this club, her friend that had brought her here, and Lucien, that she was able to find a safe haven. Her son was with Bobbie for the night because she was staying late to clean up, and because the club had an especially hardcore party going on here. Although she hated having him here at the clubhouse to sleep, there wasn’t any other option at the moment. Her life had gone downhill, fast, and she didn’t know if she was going forward or backward, if she was up or down, most of the time. Right now she was just taking one day at a time, hoping that she could get on her feet and not have to rely on anyone but herself. Her son needed that …
she
needed that.
She brought the rest of the empty bottles to the trash, wiped down the bar counter and tables, and made sure all the shit was cleaned off before she turned off the main lights and headed toward the stairs that led to the rooms above. There was a massive loft that overlooked the lower level, and as far as she knew she was the only female that slept here that wasn’t putting out like a common prostitute. She saw a lot of shit while being here for four weeks, things that would get all these men locked up. Drug use, lewd conduct, and straight-up sex right in front of everyone like it wasn’t a big deal were normal occurrences. But she made sure to keep her son away from all of that, made sure that he was gone when the parties were happening and the debauchery was in full force.
She climbed the stairs, and when she got to the top she glanced down at her hands. They were dry, cracked, and red because of the amount of dishes she cleaned, the manual labor that she did to make sure she covered her and her son’s stay, and she was just thankful she was still able to keep afloat. She moved forward, her gaze still on her hands, and the sound of a door opening coming through dimly. She slammed right into a hard body before she could look up. Nearly stumbling back, Jana looked up and saw the biker named Tuck standing in front of her. He reached out, grabbed her arms to steady her, and yanked with enough force she fell forward, and right into him once more.
“Whoa there,” he said in a deep, slurred voice. The scar on his neck stood out in stark contrast to his tanned flesh. Tattoos peeked out from under the hem of his motor oil stained shirt, and the leather cut he wore was faded and worn, but he clearly wore it with pride. The patches said he was a member of The Brothers of Menace, and she knew he wore that little piece of fabric with hardcore love—what love a biker that lived an outlaw and illegal existence could give.
“I’m sorry.” Oh, she knew who he was, had seen him getting a blowjob from one of the skanky girls that hung around as soon as she’d walked in the front doors of this clubhouse all those weeks ago. Although Bobbie didn’t deny the club members sex when they asked, her friend hadn’t been with Tuck. Jana had asked Bobbie shortly after her arrival, but felt foolish for even asking her friend because why should she care? But there had been this weird relief that filled Jana after she heard that.
“No need to apologize. In fact, I’m in need of some company tonight.” The sound of Tuck’s voice, of the clear arousal laced in his drunken, slurred tone, had Jana tingling in every erogenous zone in her body.
A part of her wanted to just melt into this man and say yes. But the other part of her, the stronger one, told her this was a man that was used to getting his way, slept with any and all women, and didn’t care about her or what she stood for, only wanted between her thighs. Jana pulled out of his loose hold, shook her head, and knew that temptation was a thick enticement. It wasn’t something she couldn’t play with, couldn’t be something she risked because she had to look out for her little man, and the future that wasn’t looking too bright right now.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, his gaze locked on hers. “I’m drunk, and that was a cock thing for me to say.”
She shook her head, not sure if she was more surprised that he’d asked her for sex, or that he actually apologized because of it. Jana moved past him, went into the room she was sleeping in while she stayed at the clubhouse, and closed her eyes. God, she needed to get it together, because if not she could easily give herself to a man, a biker that was so not good for her.
Chapter Ten
Violet knew her eyes were large as she stared at Cain. God, she was so wet. They had moved into her bedroom, and now she was on her back, staring up at this man, and wanting nothing more than to feel his powerful body over hers. He was still so hard that she knew he must like what he saw. He took a step toward her, and she swallowed. Her breasts were thrust out in invitation, but he didn’t touch them. Instead he dropped to his knees between her thighs, placed both his hands under her ass, and lifted her to his waiting mouth. Their gazes locked for a heartbeat. The feel of his warm breath skating across her pussy could have made her come right then.
The sight of his face made up of harsh lines, the danger that surrounded him, had every erogenous zone in her body lighting up. He had to know the effect he had on her. Oh, his tongue did wicked things to her body. Cain used that muscle to run up her center, sucking her wetness off and causing more to come from her. He was so incredibly slow with his ministrations, so agonizingly slow with licking her pussy, that she found herself pressing closer to him¸ trying to tempt him to give her more. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own and gripped handfuls of his hair. And when he pulled back, breaking the spell he had on her, she groaned.
“I want to go slow, know you need that, but it’s fucking hard, baby.”
She panted and watched him. “I just want you.” The arousal still pounded through her bloodstream, crying out for more.
“Place your feet flat on the bed, and spread your legs, Violet,” he said softly, huskily.
She did as he asked because heaven knew she needed his mouth back on her. And when she was in the position he wanted he smoothed his hands up her legs, framed her pussy with his hands, and resumed licking her. With her eyes closed, her body arched for him, and there were no flashbacks of that horrid night almost ten years ago. There were no memories of what Carl had taken from her. There was only Cain and her right now.
His tongue moved up and down her slit, teasing her clit on the upstroke and pressing minutely into her hole on the down stroke. Her legs shook with the need to come. She was close, but he was torturously slow, bringing her close to climax but not exerting enough pressure to actually bring her over the edge. Perspiration started to coat her flesh as she tried in vain to hold off on coming, and prolonging this experience. All she wanted to do was grip his head and shove it more deeply into her pussy. Air left her mouth in moans and gasps. She couldn’t stop thrashing her head back and forth, couldn’t stop pressing her pussy to his mouth.
“Please, Cain, this is too much.”
“Do you want me to make you come, Violet?”
He had to know she was perilously close as it was. Maybe he wanted her to beg for it, more than what she had already been doing? And God, she was not above it. At this point she would have done anything to feel that crest of pleasure wash over her caused by the man she loved.
“You know that’s what I want. God, I want that.” The words left her on a whoosh of air, and she locked gazes with him. The look he gave her had her entire body tightening. As if he wanted to prolong her torture, she watched in rapt shock as he held her flesh apart with his thumbs and ran his tongue up her center. His big, tanned hands seemed so dark against her pale flesh. The image of him slamming his fist into Carl all those years ago washed through her mind in a grisly display of that bastard trying to control her again.
A dark look crossed his face when she brought her gaze back to his. Had he noticed her staring at his hands, maybe knew her so well that he had picked up on what she had been thinking? He didn’t say anything if he did. The tense moment passed quickly, and he brought his tongue back to her cleft. When he reached her clit he brought the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Rhythmic motions had her grinding herself against him once more. He sucked on her clit, bringing the tiny bundle of nerves over his tongue and ever so gently running his teeth along it. Violet threw her head back as her whole body tensed. The orgasm that moved through her was intense and heady, just like him. He never stopped sucking on her but magnified the feeling by thrusting two thick fingers into her opening as she writhed.
“That’s it, Violet. Just let go and let me take care of you,” he said against her flesh, sending vibrations to her core.
When the tremors started to dissipate, she breathed out.
“I want your memories to be filled with me. I want your body wet for me, and only knowing pleasure when I touch you.” His voice was rough, deep, like sandpaper scraping over her skin.
Cain lifted her so she was standing, pulled her close to his nude body and kissed her hard and possessively. They were so close that she felt the cool metal of his cock piercing press against the heated flesh of her belly. The kiss grew more scorching as the seconds passed. She smelled herself on him, a heady, musky but sweet scent that seemed to make what they were doing even more erotic. He moved forward so she was forced to step backward. When she felt the bed behind again her she didn’t stop herself from going down on it. He stood over her, darkly handsome in the moonlight. He used his upper body to push her back until she was sprawled beneath him.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked in a hard, yet strangely soft voice. “I need you to be pretty fucking sure Violet, because once we start this I can’t stop.”
“I’m sure, Cain,” she said just as softly.
“That’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to start this, baby.” He cupped the side of her face. “I knew once I allowed myself to be with you I wouldn’t be able to stop from claiming you as mine.” His voice never wavered, and the stoic, controlled expression stayed on his face.
She knew what she was getting into, and whether it was a bad idea or not, she would not tell him no. She couldn’t.
****
Cain was having an internal debate. On one hand he knew that being with Violet was right, because she felt so fucking good. She was sweet and soft, so trusting of him, that he couldn’t help but love her even more. And that was the truth … he did love her, was
in
love with her, and that did scare the shit out of him. Nothing frightened Cain, but this woman did, and the fact was if anything happened to her he’d fucking go mad with rage. He had to grit his teeth and force himself not to slide into her warmth, to claim her for himself, and if anyone tried to ruin that for him he’d fuck them up beyond recognition.
He moved over her, placed his hands by her head, and inhaled deeply. Cain needed her to tell him she wanted this, that she was his. Her body’s reaction wasn’t enough. All he could think about was what her sweet pussy would feel like wrapped around his cock. The smell of her cream, still covering his mouth and blinding all of his other senses, made it harder with each passing moment to keep himself composed. He leaned back again, but only enough that he could look down and see her pussy. With her legs spread, he could see how swollen she was, how wet her cunt was, and it was all for him.
“Damn, you’re so gorgeous.” He couldn’t stop himself from kneeling between her legs again and bringing his face close to her pussy. Cain pressed his hips into the mattress, hoping to stem off his impending orgasm as he thrust against the sheets. For that one lone moment he let himself marvel in her. Her slit, so ready for him, made his whole body tighten with need. Lifting his gaze up her rounded belly, over her curvy waist, and stopping at her breasts, he took in the full, plump sight of them. Then there was her face, one that looked like an angel’s, and could bring a man to his very knees.
He placed his thumb on her clit, watched her expression as he added pressure, and loved that she worried her bottom lip like she was having a hard time controlling her reaction. It nearly drove him over the edge. Again he pressed his hips into the mattress, feeling the sheets scrape along his throbbing cock, heightening his arousal instead of dimming it.
“This has started, and no fucking way will it end, Violet. Once my cock is buried so far in your body you’ll be my woman now, my old lady.” He wanted to be able to talk all sweet and gentle and shit, but the fact was that was not the type of man he was. Cain didn’t mince his words, and sure as hell didn’t say sweet nothings to women. But this was Violet,
his
Violet, and he’d fucking do anything for her. He’d kill for her in a heartbeat again, relishing in it, because protecting her and his daughter, being loyal to his club and brothers, were the driving forces in his life.
When he let his gaze travel back down to the apex of her thighs, he couldn’t help himself from leaning forward. He placed his mouth right on the opening of her body, and moved his tongue through her inner pussy lips. She tasted so damn good, sweet and slightly tangy, like citrus or some shit, and making his cock throb with the need to fill her with his cum.
“I don’t want to be with anyone else, Cain.”
Good, because he wouldn’t let her be with anyone else. He had stayed away, tried to keep her away because he thought he was strong enough to do that, but the fact was with Violet he was weak as hell. He wanted her happy, wanted her sated and pleasured, and he would make sure she never new another horrible day again in her life. He’d tear anything down that tried to mess with her. Using his thumbs, he spread her labia, flattened his tongue, and ran it up her center. Her whole body shook. He would make her come against his mouth again, have her screaming out from the pleasure, and he’d swallow every last drop of her cream.
He sucked and licked at her, wanted her wetness coating his mouth and chin, and running down the back of his throat. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he ran his tongue around the bundle of nerves, adding suction and pressure until she tugged at his hair. And that was when he started really thrusting his hips against the mattress, dry humping the hell out of it because he wanted in her body so badly he could feel it consume him.
“That’s it, work those hips on my mouth, baby,” he said after she started thrusting her pussy in his face, grinding herself on him to seek her own pleasure. This was about her, getting her off, and making her feel good.
He settled his body on top of hers and placed his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her head closer. Their lips were inches apart, so close it was maddening, and his self-control was slowly slipping with each passing second.
“Everything about you inflames me, drives me so fucking crazy.” He ran his lips lightly across hers, not really kissing her. “I still don’t think this is the best decision I’ve ever made, but I can’t help myself with you, Violet. I don’t want to help myself.” He moved his tongue out, licked at her bottom lip, and loved that she made this mewling noise. He might be on a razor’s edge, but he watched to make sure he wasn’t triggering any of the bad shit that had happened to her. He was pleased to see her thick in the arousal, right here with him, and begging him for more. “But nothing helps ease the ache I have for you. Nothing, baby.”
She trembled after he spoke. He ran his fingers down her side, cupped a big breast in his palm, and moved his thumb over the stiff peak. “You’re like a drug to me, Violet, a drug that is my fucking downfall because I know if I fully immerse myself in you, with you, I’ll be lost.” He pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her hard, before moving it to the shell of her ear. Cain whispered, “But I want to be addicted to you, intoxicated by you, baby.” Slipping his hand between their bodies, he came in contact with her wet, smooth slit. He growled in her ear. “If not for my self-control I’d be fucking you right now, owning you because I want that so damn badly.”
“God, I want that. I’ve only ever wanted that.”
He moved his mouth to the pulse point at her throat, and continued to run his finger over the opening of her pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.” Adding pressure, he dipped his finger inside of her. “I bet this slick little pussy will be the tightest I’ve ever felt.”
God, he was a filthy fucking bastard, unable to control even his words. But he stared at her, watched her facial expression to make sure she was right here with him, and only feeling pleasure. He slipped another digit into her body, and then another until he was thrusting three fingers in her, but making sure to go slow and easy. “Damn, my whole hand is drenched.”
She gasped when he twisted his fingers inside of her.
“Soon my cock is going to replace these.” He emphasized his point by scissoring his fingers deep within her. He moved them faster, harder, and the sound of her flesh sucking at him seemed to fill the room. “Just the feel of your sweet little pussy sucking at my fingers could make me come.”
She gripped onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. Cain hissed out in ecstasy and brought his thumb to her clit. He strummed it back and forth, faster and harder while he had his fingers still in her body.
She cried out as she came, and pumped her pussy faster and harder on his fingers.
“Are you ready for me, for this?” He squeezed her breast lightly, and whispered against her ear. “Are you ready to have a monster inside of you, claiming you as his woman?” He pinched her nipple, and growled out. Yes, she would be his woman after this, because he’d already crossed that line. “Does the idea of what I do, of who I am, scare you?” Cain didn’t say these things to frighten her, but to have her really realize what she was getting into.
“I know what I want. I know who I want.”
“I’m not any good for you, baby, but I am going to treat you the way you deserve. You’ll be my Queen, my old lady. I want that, I want that fucking hardcore, Violet. The world I live in should scare the hell out of you, not turn you on.” His mouth was still by her ear and his hands still on her breasts. His body was primed for her, just as hers was for him.