King (Grit Chapter Book 2) (4 page)

“Put me in you,” he grunted out.

This might be a quick, one-night stand fuck, but it would also be so fucking hot.

“Yes, God, yes, Payne,” Vicky screamed out, clearly coming.

He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and said, “Put my dick in your cunt.”

She reached between them, grabbed his huge length, and felt the barbells under his dick. She moved the tip up and down her slit, and then aligned it at her pussy entrance.

“Yeah, this is going to be so damn hot.” And then he pushed the tip into her. “Fuck,” he grunted. “You’re so tight and wet.”

Clara closed her eyes at the delicious way he stretched her and at the feeling of his piercings hidden only by a thin layer of latex moving against her sensitive flesh. “God.” She felt delirious for this.

The burning pain and ecstasy slammed into her as he continued to push all of those long, thick inches inside of her. But soon that discomfort left her as the pleasure increased. He moved his hands behind her and gripped her ass in a bruising hold.

“You’re so fucking tight and hot. I love this, love your pussy snug around my cock.” His voice was guttural, and his eyes were closed. She had never felt this way before, had never even thought sex could feel this good. Looking at Payne and Vicky still, she saw her friend was looking at her over her shoulder. Their gazes locked, and she wondered how deeply she actually felt for Payne.

“Does it feel good, baby?” King asked in a harsh voice, pulling her away from her thoughts.

“Yes. God, it feels so good.”

With one more thrust he buried the last inch of his cock into her and groaned deeply. They both let out a hard grunt of pleasure, and Clara curled her nails into his back, loving how he filled and stretched every single part of her. She glanced at her friend, seeing only the way Payne’s muscled back was in her view and how Vicky’s legs were wrapped around the biker’s waist.

King pulled out and then pushed back in just as slowly. His breath became quicker when he started thrusting in and out of her, and the heavy sac beneath his dick slapped against her ass.

“Oh my God.” She felt her eyes widen, knew her orgasm was imminent, and tightened her hold on him.

“That’s it.” He groaned. “Dig your nails into me. Make it fucking hurt, baby.”

It was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one. With every thrust of his hips she moved up on the wall, and she fucking loved it. A high-pitched gasped left her. “More. God,
more
.” Here she was, begging him for it harder and faster. He never stopped his steady thrusting. He lowered his head, and his mouth was right by her ear. She tightened her hold on him. 

“Fuck yeah.” His voice was a rough whisper. The root of his cock rubbed along her clit, back and forth, again and again until that burst of pleasure escalated.

Her entire body tightened, signaling her climax. The pleasure rushed to the surface and stole all of her sanity. “I’m close, King.” His name came out of her on a gasp. 

“Come all over my cock, baby.” He thrust hard and severely into her, hitting something deep that had her inner muscles clenching around him violently. “Yeah, that’s fucking it.”

Clara arched her neck and opened her mouth on a silent cry. Her climax took everything out of her, stole her energy, her strength, and replaced it with this euphoric sensation. He slammed into her, pressing his body fully against hers now as he continued to pump his hips back and forth.

Her thighs ached from how wide they were spread, and her skin was slick with perspiration. King bottomed out in her, almost slipped free from her body, but then just as quickly slammed back into her.

The sounds that filed the room were raw, exploding with sexual chemistry, and Clara was right in the center. She felt as if she’d just fallen off the face of the world and she didn’t care where she landed.

But she knew, just knew, King wasn’t nearly done with her yet.

K
ing took the joint from Payne as the two women snuggled up together. The way they behaved, it was like they didn’t care that two men laid on either side of them, butt ass naked, and who they had both fucked. The women he’d been with who played with each other, they did it all for show and when the action was finished, they left. There was no lingering, no talking.

Taking a long pull on the joint, he stared down at Clara. Her pussy had been so tight, the tightest one he’d been inside in a long time.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Vicky said.

“It was time to move on. You know me—I can’t settle down.” Clara had her hands fisted together and resting underneath her chin. The only sign from her that she had been fucked moments before were the slight bruising on her hips. After they had fucked against the wall, he’d finally taken her to bed, and the two women had been talking nonstop.

“You’re staying, right? Usually you come in and out of my life so damn fast, and it has been months since I last saw you. Please, please,” Vicky said.

“You can stay here if you want,” Payne said, which surprised the shit out of King. No woman was allowed to stay at the clubhouse unless they were giving their pussy, mouth, or ass for service. Staring at Payne and Vicky, he saw how his Prez always seemed to be touching her, stroking her. What the fuck was going on there?

He’d known that Payne had sort of staked a claim on Vicky, but it wasn’t old lady kind of ownership.

“I’m not going to be fucking men while I’m here. I like sex, but I won’t be used,” Clara said. She looked at her friend. “No offense, Vicky.”

“None taken. It’s a lot different than you would think.”

“I’m just not interested in being passed around.”

“She’s not,” Payne said. “You can stay here, and you’ll be protected. I’ll put the word out.”

“You’d do that for me?” Vicky asked.

“Yeah, I would.”

A look was shared between the two, and King had to wonder about their relationship. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen Vicky with someone else. None of the guys had been bothering her, and they looked toward her, but they never actually touched.

“I’m going to head to the kitchen, grab us some snacks. You girls stay here,” Payne said.

King climbed off the bed, tugging on his jeans as he did. He followed his Prez out of the room. The party was still in full swing, and once they closed the door, Payne flicked the key in the lock, keeping the women safe.

“What’s going on with you and Vicky?” King asked, walking in the direction of the kitchen.

“Nothing.”

“I’m not stupid. Something is going on.” They entered the kitchen and went straight for the fridge. “You’ve not claimed Vicky.”

“And I’m not going to. Everyone knows not to touch her.”

“Why haven’t you claimed her?” King asked. He didn’t get it. If Payne had feelings for Vicky, which he clearly did, why didn’t he claim that shit?

If the women found out, they could make it a hard time for Vicky, which in turn could send her away.

“Look around you, King. This is no place to be claiming a woman.”

“Beast did it.”

“Well, Beast isn’t the one that shit falls on, is it? It’s me. I’m not going to put any kind of woman in that position, not even Vicky.”

“You’re protecting her?”

“I’m trying to. It’s not always easy, but I’m trying to.”

“If you claim her as your old lady, we’d all make sure nothing happened to her. You don’t have to be living in fear of shit like that.”

Payne shook his head. “It’s not up for discussion.”

“What are you going to do when she gets tired of being pushed away? A woman like Vicky, she’s only going to be pushed so much.”

Vicky was a fiery woman, but she was also a gentle one, and in time, she’d no longer see Payne as a man to love but a man to hate.

“I’m not letting her go. No matter what happens, she belongs to me, and she’s going to stay with me.”

There was no way Payne and Vicky were going to last. The explosion was going to rock both of their worlds. When it happened, King hoped there was a way to keep the club whole.

“W
hat is going on with you and the badass biker?” Clara asked, declining the smoke that Vicky offered her.

“I don’t know.”

“Something is going on. I’ve never seen you look at a man the way you look at Payne.”

Vicky smiled, blowing out a puff of smoke. The scent of the weed actually made Clara feel sick, but she wasn’t about to make her friend quit it.

“I’m in love with him.”

“Does he return your feelings?” Clara asked.

“I don’t know. He rarely talks about his own feelings. The club, it has to come first.”

“And you come second or last?”

The smile on Vicky’s face disappeared. “It’s not like that, Clara. The club, the MC, it can be dangerous, scary so, and when you’re posed with the prospect of death, you don’t play by the rules anymore.”

“Vicky, I don’t like you being here.”

“You’ve been here a couple of hours. You don’t know the guys, and you don’t know how much I love it here, and I do. Please, give it a chance.”

“If he hurts you, I’m going to kick his ass. I mean it. I’m not having you hurt,” Clara said when her friend just kept on smiling.

“Clara, I’ve missed you.” Vicky wrapped her arm around her neck.

She didn’t care about their nakedness. It wouldn’t be the first time they had shared a bed, naked, and been this close. They were the best of friends, and nothing was ever going to take that away from them. “I mean it. No one hurts you.”

“Fine, I completely agree, but now you’ve got to promise to do something for me?” Vicky asked.

“Sure, anything.”

“Well, it’s two things.”

“Tell me what they are, and I’ll try.”

“First, you’ve got to stay and give Grit a chance.”

“Ugh, how long?”

“At least two weeks. It has been so long that you’ve got to promise I’ll see you for the next two.”

“Okay. I can handle two weeks. I’ll find a job.”

“Payne will have something for you to do.”

“Providing it doesn’t involve me using my body for board.”

“He won’t do that. He’s not a very, erm, he’s not a very hard— Look, he’s fair, okay? Besides, let’s change the subject. What do you think of King?”

Clara felt her pussy twinge at the reminder of King. His dick was so damn big, and he’d taken her to heaven and back. It had been too long since she’d had an orgasm, and especially one that made her tingle from head to toe. Even now the memory of his cock made her want to have sex even more.

“I see that face, you dirty little whore,” Vicky said, laughing. “I was so damn surprised you just let loose and went for it.”

“Don’t even start.” She smiled. “I honestly can’t believe I did what I did either. It was like another person in me just took control. He knows how to handle himself, I’ll give him that.” Clara’s cheeks heated even though she had nothing to be embarrassed about.

“One time certainly won’t be enough.”

“Stop trying to meddle,” Clara said, closing her eyes.

The door opened, and she remained still as both men came in. The door closed, and the bed dipped. She opened her eyes in time to see Payne taking a kiss from Vicky. “We brought snacks,” King said, showing off a bag of potato chips.

Her stomach chose that moment to growl.

“Here, enjoy.”

Sitting up, she tore into the potato chips and started to eat.

“So, Clara, are you staying or are you going?” Payne asked.

“I’ve agreed to two weeks—”

“She needs a job,” Vicky said.

“I can find my own job.”

“She thinks you’re going to make her screw or take her clothes off.”

Clara rolled her eyes. King wrapped an arm around her waist, cupping her hip, and leaned into her. “You don’t need to worry about work.”

“I don’t.”

“There’s always something to do around the club, and it’s not just about sex. We can find something.”

“I want the money so I can move on,” Clara said.

“Move on?”

“I’ve only agreed to two weeks. When those two weeks are over, I’m going to move on.”

“You never settle down?” King asked.

“There’s no point in settling down in one place. I’m young. Life is meant to be lived and enjoyed.”