Diego: Leatherbacks MC (31 page)

“Let’s see what we have here.” He pulled the panties over my hips and down my legs.  I closed my eyes for a brief moment, trying to corral all of the rambling thoughts in my head.  How could his touch have such an effect on me? 

His hand slid in between my legs, and he wiggled it. “Open.” One word. One simple command, and I was helpless to disobey.  My feet slid apart, as he’d already removed my panties. How’d he do that?  “Ahh, here it is.” His hand rubbed against my sex. I was already wet, I could feel it and now he would, too.  The grunt of approval only fueled the fire inside of me. 

With one hand wrapped around my waist holding me in place, he began to stroke me.  Fingers slid between my lips, rubbing my wetness over my folds.  “So wet.” He kissed my thigh, and I nearly buckled beneath the tenderness of it.  Next, his teeth bit into me, the same place as his kiss and I cried out. Bending over and steadying myself on his shoulders. He growled and bit me again.

“Fuck.” I groaned when his tongue licked the spot where his teeth marks now sat.

“Oh, such a dirty mouth.” He chuckled and began to move his hand quicker, rubbing me harder. My clit responded quickly to the touches, by wanting more. I pushed my hips toward him, looking for that connection, for that little bit of relief.  But he wasn’t done with me. His hands disappeared and he stood up, grinning at me like a cat who’d just caught the damn canary. He wiped the hair away from my face, tucking the short strands behind my ear. “There, that’s the look I like.”  I had no idea what look he was referring to, only that he seemed pleased and in return, my thighs became damper with my desire.  “What did I say you were to do when I finished undressing you?”

Keeping my eyes glued to his I slid down to my knees, looking up at him. Those eyes. I could tumble deep into those eyes if he wanted me to.

CHAPTER THREE

MASON

              The girl Jayson handed over to me for the night knelt before me, her light brown eyes peering up at me. My dick wanted out of my pants, and it wouldn’t wait much longer.  When I had first seen her in the lounge, she’d looked a little nervous, but when Jayson announced she was mine for the night, I could see her stiffen. Even if she was a bit nervous having me in her room, she didn’t show it.

              I’ve fucked club whores at other clubhouses before, and they’d all come willingly with me to ride my cock to oblivion. Not this girl. This girl looked like she’d just been told to clean the toilets. At least, she tried to hide her annoyance, but I didn’t want a woman who would tolerate me in her bed. I wanted my women soft, pliable, out of control. Submissive.  It didn't take long to get her there, to pull her from where she felt safe and in control, to the pool of warmth before me.  She could try to deny it, but her eyes gave her away.  She wanted to please me, she wanted my touches, and she wanted to fuck me.

              “That’s a good girl.” I stroked her head as I unbuckled my belt with one hand.  I managed to unbutton and unzip my pants while keeping my hand on her.  The connection, small as it may be, pacified her. She leaned into my palm, although I’d bet a million bucks that she had no idea she was even doing it.

              Her eyes widened when my cock popped out in front of her, bobbing right before her lips. Those perfectly pink, pouty lips. I pushed my jeans down further and pressed the tip of my dick to her mouth. “Open for me, beautiful.” I pressed down on her jaw opening her mouth wide for me.

I pushed forward, feeling the heat of her tongue under my cock as I moved back. She wouldn’t be able to take all of me, not unless she knew what she was doing. Something about her told me she wasn’t a veteran to this lifestyle.  She coughed when I touched the back of her throat, her lips clamped down around me and her hands came up on my thighs, pushing me back. “No. Just relax.” I pulled out, feeling the suction of her mouth as I did and growled when I pushed back in.  She didn’t fight me, but she kept her hands on my thighs, I held her head right where I wanted it and began to slowly fuck her mouth. 

Her eyes stayed on mine, even as a tear trickled out the sides. “Oh, fuck.” I was getting

close to bursting in her mouth. I didn’t want that, not this time. I held her chin in one hand as I pushed forward again, slowly, letting her tongue dance under my cock. Even the gentle scrape of her teeth drew me closer to blowing down her throat. I pulled out and she took several gulping breaths. 

Squatting down in front of her, I wiped the tears from her cheeks, bringing my finger to my mouth and licking off the salty wetness.  “We’ll work on that later.” I gave her a wink. For a moment, the resistance flared in her, but it disappeared when my hand wove through her hair, fisting it at the back of her neck. “Up.” I said and she moved quickly onto her feet. I walked her to the bed and pointed.  When I let her go, she scrambled onto her bed and laid down on her back. Her knees clenched tight as she watched me pull off my cut and shirt.  Her eyes moved over my chest, taking in my tats and my scars.

“Like what you see?” I laughed as I climbed onto the bed.

“Not bad.” She tried to sound like a smart ass, but it came out more like a little squeak.

I laughed again.             

              “Open your legs for me, wide. Hold your knees back.” I didn’t touch her. I waited for her to obey.  Her tongue dragged across her bottom lip and I could see the indecision in her eyes. She wouldn’t say no, but she was struggling with submitting so easily to me. Poor girl had no idea how natural this was for her. How easily I handled her had nothing to do with how much stronger I was, but how hot her desire ran.  “I didn’t bring my ropes, but I’m sure I could find something in your closet to help you, if you are having trouble.”

              If she could only see the leap of excitement that flashed in her eyes at my suggestion.  Slowly her legs opened, and she hooked her hands under her knees, pulling them up to her chest. “Like this?” Her eyes narrowed, but not in irritation. NO, she was enjoying this more than she wanted to, but she was enjoying it.

              “Yeah, just like that, baby.” I rolled the condom on my cock and tossed the wrapper onto the nightstand.  “Just like that.” I stroked my cock, letting her watch me before I pressed it to her opening.  I pushed forward, just so the head of my dick was inside her. Already, I could feel the tightness, the heat.  Her mouth opened, but she made no sound.  I reached up, her tits were too perfect to be ignored.  I gave each a harsh slap and she winced at the pain, but when she looked back at me, I could see the fire burning there. I slapped them again. She let go of her legs and covered her breasts. I slapped her hands. “No. You don’t ever cover yourself. Move them now.” Slowly she peeled herself away, putting them back under her knees. Her breathing became shallower, her eyes struggled to stay on me.  I wanted to punish her for her defiance, spank her hard, but my cock didn’t want to take the time. 

              Instead, I pinched her nipples. She cried out from the burn of it and I drove into her hard.  My balls slapped her ass and she cried out again. Fuck she was tight. How could she be so fucking tight? I stopped moving and let her adjust to my size. New tears fell from her eyes and I licked them away. “Such a beauty.” I whispered.  “I’m gonna move again. I can’t stop. Your pussy... fuck... your pussy.” I wasn’t even making sense anymore. I began to pump into her and she wiggled beneath me. Not in pain, no she wanted to take more of me. Her eyes dared me to fuck harder. 

              She didn’t let go of her legs, she held them tight as I rocked over her. I ignored the sound of the headboard ramming into the wall and concentrated on the beauty beneath me.  Her eyes wild, her hips bucking up at me. I ran my hand down her torso, over her belly until I found her clit with my thumb, I rubbed her swollen clit, and she howled at the sensation. I grinned. She was losing every ounce of her composure. I should have stilled her, made her wait, but she was so damn close and I wasn't far behind her.

              “Are you going to come if I keep stroking your clit like this?” I growled out. She nodded. “Answer me.” I pinched her clit, and she screamed.

              “Yes. Yes, I’m going to come.” She admitted and tried to look away, but she recovered herself and brought herself right back to me.

              “Ask me if you can.” I pulled halfway out of her, giving her shallow thrusts as I played with her clit.  Her eyes rolled, and her breath hitched.

              “C-can I come?” A whisper, barely audible.

              “I didn’t hear you, louder.” Plunging deeper, I increased the pressure on her clit. She threw her head back and yelled out her request then. So fucking good. “Yes, you may.” The calmness of my voice did not match the havoc going on in my body. 

              She yelled out as she orgasmed. Her pussy clenched around me, pulling my cock further into her and I gave her want she needed. I drove into her hard, unrelenting as I continued to stroke her clit. Her hands fisted, she let go of her knees and her eyes widened as the ripples of her orgasm tore through her. My own release came just as she began to float down.

              Growling, I plowed into her. Slamming my cock into her still convulsing pussy.  She screamed again, and I knew she was coming again. I’d dragged another one from her.  Wrapping my arms around her legs, I dragged her forward, yanked her legs open as my cock erupted inside of her. My vision blurred, my ears rang. All that I could feel was the heat of her pussy milking every drop of cum from me.

              As my vision returned to me, and my breathing slowed I focused in on her.  She had her head turned away from me, looking off into the distance.  Gently, I nudged her chin until she looked up at me, her eyes soft and hazed.  “Hey, there.” I kissed her nose, her cheek, her chin.

              She didn’t say anything, but wrapped her arms around me.  Her arms felt soft, warm, and wonderful. “Hey, yourself.” She finally smiled. I laughed and rolled off, yanking the condom off and heading to the bathroom to clean up. 

              When I returned to the room, she was snuggled under the comforter. I sank into bed behind her, pulling her up to me. The smell of her was intoxicating. Like homemade cookies right out of the oven. I nuzzled her neck, kissed her ear. I told myself I’d leave in a minute.

              When I woke up, it was to rays of sunshine beating on my face.  I looked around the room and quickly realized I’d broken my own rule. I’d slept over. Lying beside Lucy hadn’t just been nice, it felt damn comfortable, like home. I remembered waking her up sometime in the darkness of the night and fucking her again. She’d been so beautiful with the moonlight shining into her room.

              “Hey, you’re awake.” Lucy’s soft voice came from the bathroom doorway.  She stood with her short hair brushed back from her face, still wet from her shower it dripped onto her shoulders.  The towel she clutched in front of her covered everything I wanted to see, but I didn’t make her drop it.  I needed to get the hell out of there, I’d already overstayed.

              “Yeah. That sun’s brutal.” I jerked a thumb at her window and rolled out of bed.  I could feel her eyes on me as I walked naked around her room, looking for my jeans.  I was used to women getting their fill of me, I didn’t spend all those hours at the gym just because I wanted to be healthy.

              “You get used it.” She stepped around me while I pulled my jeans on and went to her closet.

              I watched her as she pulled a floral printed spring dress from her closet. She kept her back to me, as she dropped the towel.  I only got a quick glimpse of her beautiful ass before the dress slipped over her head and covered her again.  She scooped up the towel and tossed it onto the bed.

              “Plans for today?” I asked, not knowing why I would.  I was out of my element. No girl stayed for morning chat, and I sure as hell never had.

              “Nothing exciting.” She shrugged. I saw her glance my way, but kept her gaze guarded. The fire wasn’t alive in her eyes anymore; a sadness had crept in.

              “How’d you end up with the Disciples? You don’t look like their usual type.” I pulled on my boots while watching her brush her hair at the dresser, still keeping her eyes off me.

              “A friend of mine was dating Marcus.”

              “Was dating?”

              “They broke up.” She looked at me then, through the reflection of the mirror. “He wouldn’t stop sticking his dick in anything that moved, and she wanted better.” I could see the accusation sitting in her gaze.  There was no love for the MC in her eyes. What the fuck was she doing there then?

              “You know, club... uh… girls don’t have to stick around if they don’t want. They aren’t patched. Why didn’t you go with your friend?” I slid my arms into my cut, adjusting the fit and staring at her in the reflection.  A soft blush crept up her neck and she broke our stare, looking out the window.

              “I’m no club whore.” She whispered. “They have choices.” 

              What the fuck did that mean? Before I could question her more, a knock on her door interrupted me. She unlocked it and had a quiet conversation with whoever was on the other side of it. When she turned back to me, with the door closed again, her face had paled slightly.  She rebounded quick, though, pushing her chin up and squaring her shoulders.

              “So where’s your friend now? She just left you behind?” My question caught her off guard, she took a moment to think about what I was asking her.

              “She’s gone.”  A wet lock of hair fell into her face and she tucked it back behind her ear.  She looked so soft compared to the night before. Her makeup had been washed off, and only the minimal amount re-applied.  Her eyes settled on him, but I could see her mind was wandering off elsewhere.

              “What do you mean, gone.” I walked over to her, running my fingers through my own hair to settle it down around my ears.

              “I mean gone. Dead.” Her voice told me more than her words did.  She’d crossed Marcus, had told him no.  Was Lucy afraid the same would happen to her if she didn’t stick around?  I’d heard rumors the Disciples like to traffic sex workers, bring over young girls from across the border and having them work in their strip clubs to pay off their debt.  Lucy obviously didn’t come from down south. Her pale skin and freckled complexion spoke of a European ancestry, not Mexican.