Revved Up Soul: A MC Romance (17 page)

It was hard to breathe; was it wrong that she liked that perverted fact? It made her blood thick and full and every part of her body seemed to light up. Great, now I have some kind of sick fetish – this is gonna complicate things in the future.

“To shut you up,” he said, letting go of her throat – she sucked in a deep breath – and then undid his pants, revealing the glory that was his manhood. It’s so thick, Jasmine thought, her mouth widened an inch in amazement. It was then that Augustus pushed the head of his cock inside of her sweet little mouth. She loved the taste of him inside of her, all salt and man; it had been far, far too long since she’d been with a lover.

Jasmine let out an animalistic noise as Augustus pushed the rest of his thickness inside of her mouth; she pursed her lips tightly against that wondrous shaft, swirling her tongue for all that it was worth – hoping beyond hope she might be able to work out even a bead of his precum.

“Fffa-huck I knew there was a reason I liked your bratty mouth,” Augustus declared, pumping himself in and out of Jasmine’s mouth – letting the hardness of his cock violate her throat.

She pulled away for a moment, strings of saliva bridging the gap between her lips and his penis. She sucked in a deep breath and licked her lips, giving the man a look somewhere between desperately slutty and voraciously hungry for more. “Give it to me,” she whined, “I want you to come down my throat and I want to taste it, I want it all,” she harped, reaching a hand down to her unbuttoned pants; she slipped it into her panties and started fingering her sopping sex. Jasmine’s mind fearlessly explored the dark, seductive depths of total perversion – a place where the light of reason could not possibly reach.

Augustus removed his dress shirt and revealed his muscular, hairy chest. He was not as well defined or cut like Luke, but he was definitely in shape and fantastic looking for his age – his sexual appeal was more everyman, Jasmine mused. Augustus, a smirk on his face, struck his hand against Jasmine’s cheek and pushed his swollen cock back inside of her mouth.

Jasmine’s pussy clung tightly to her two fingers that hammered away inside, her aching clit begging for attention now. The sting of the man’s hand against her cheek bloomed with pain, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through her – it felt like a death by a thousand pricks, each one more disturbingly blissful than the last.

Augustus grunted as he pushed himself over and over into Jasmine’s mouth, groans escaping him. “God you feel so good,” he breathed, the first glisten of sweat appearing on his chest. After a couple more thrusts, the man unsheathed himself from Jasmine’s mouth and stroked his saliva drenched cock, humming low. Augustus then proceeded to remove her pants and wet panties, his brows raising high. “You’re a naughty girl, Jasmine,” he husked, taking the panties in his hand.

“I am,” she whined, “I’m so naughty.”

“You need to be punished,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He brought the panties up to her lips.

Jasmine mewled and struggled against his touch, “No!” She cried, a tight, excited knot forming in her stomach. Oh fuck he’s going to make me taste my own stained panties, her blood became like sludge. I’m disgusting, she chided, I can’t believe how much I’m getting turned on, she moved her head from side to side defiantly.

“You make this any harder,” he warned, “and I’ll have to punish your ass too.”

Jasmine’s eyes went wide with fear. Her muscles locked up and she froze, instantly becoming much more compliant – submitting to the will that was Augustus.

He pushed the dirty panties inside of her mouth and told her to keep them there; she could only mumble and moan her response, the taste of cotton and what could only be described as sweetly reminiscent of a penny, filling her mouth.

The man went back to her nipples, grabbing tight one breast in his hand and sucking firm the other. He hummed low in approval, flicking the other nipple and pulling on the one in his mouth with his teeth.

Jasmine cried out in wondrous pain.

Augustus placed a series of hot and frantic kisses down her nubile, sun-burnished body. Finally landing on her pubic bone, keeping his mischievous green eyes locked on Jasmine’s. He then went lower and lower still, slow and precise – so very teasing with his tongue, so very careful with his lips and his teeth. Bolts of pleasure ran her body through as he neared her desperately swollen clit.

Jasmine moaned and moaned some more, her whole body going light – as though she were a feather being caught in a gale. There’s just no way, she couldn’t believe how aroused she was – how deeply her pussy ached to be filled with the man’s cock. It felt like she just couldn’t be sated without it, she was hyper aware of how painfully empty it was – her walls needed to kiss that beautiful sword.

Suddenly her senses exploded in a burst of bliss. “
Oh god
,” she yelled.

He was on her clit.

It had been too long since a man had touched her there. “Please,” she begged, “please please please let me come? Can I come?” She was already lost in a thrall, freefalling from that edge.

When Augustus didn’t stop sucking her clit off, it was all over.

Her every muscle contracted hard and the walls of her sex clamped together in a glorious moment. She loosed something primal and writhed against the bed, tapping the back of Augustus’ head frantically trying to get him to stop. But he never did, and so she just kept coming and coming, a series of mad cries escaping her throat in a wildly hot manner – she could barely believe they were coming from
her
.

After a moment the man finally relented, only to push the head of his swollen cock inside of her still ultra-sensitive womanhood. He planted his elbows on either side of Jasmine’s person and looked deep into her eyes, moving against her like a piston.

“Your cock feels so amazing,” she praised, grabbing his face in both hands and kissing deep his lips. She could still faintly taste the scotch. The man returned the sentiment, keeping his locked with hers even as he moaned and continued to stroke her pussy with his thickness.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, pumping in and out relentlessly. He must have meant it too, as he pulled out moments later and shot his warm and white seed all over Jasmine’s chest.

Her heart smiled as much as her lips when she rubbed her tits together tightly for the man, letting him squeeze out every last drop. She played with the cum, moving it all around her breasts and over her bronze nipples. She kept eye contact as she grabbed a pinch of the man’s seed and sucked it off of the tips of her fingers.

Augustus collapsed beside her, breathing hard and fast – taking her in his arms and holding her against his naked person. “You have no idea,” he huffed, “how badly I needed that.”

“I think I do,” she kissed his lips, grabbing the still loosely hard cock in her hands. “I know . . . that it was sudden,” she whispered, “but it’s also something—“

Augustus pressed a finger to her lips, shushing her. “Let’s just enjoy it,” he murmured, giving her three kisses, each with a little more tongue than the last.

***

Morning dawned and the rain finally cleared. The two had drifted in and out of sleep. Jasmine kissed along the soft length of the man’s shaft, having it wake up just a little more with each and every affectionate kiss – she could hear the man muttering something in his sleep. Tightness wound deep within her, spurring her attack onwards, Jasmine slowly throated his cock – feeling it grow harder and harder inside of her mouth, letting her tongue dance along it erotically.

Augustus’ eyes wearily opened as he moved around in the bed, looking down at Jasmine.

With her work complete, she pulled off of the man’s hardness and crawled up his chest, letting her luscious breasts press against his person. “Hi,” she harped sweet as the songbird. “You’re looking a lot better.”

“Getting there,” he said, lust lacing his words. “Come here,” he brought his hands to Jasmine’s bubbly ass and squeezed it tight.

She squeaked at that, trying to bury her ever reddening face in the man’s chest.

“You got spirit kiddo,” he chuckled, squeezing tight again. She noted how flushed he looked.

Jasmine could feel his hardness stirring. She peered up at his eyes and a finger of warmth pressed itself deep against her heart, she placed a soft kiss on his nose. “I’ve always kinda sorta had a crush on you,” she admitted, a strange nausea overcoming her from having made the words real – they hung painfully still in the air for what seemed an eternity to her.

Augustus’ strong lips found Jasmine’s. “It’s mutual there, Hazelnut.”

Still never told me what that was about. Jasmine tilted her head, tracing circles along the man’s shoulder, “Tell me why?”

His body stiffened. “Why what?”

“Why you were . . . you know,” she didn’t want to say it directly.

The man took a deep breath, his eyes drifting away from hers. Seconds passed and the reluctance to talk about it became clearer and clearer. “I . . .” his voice became hopelessly heavy, “lost Laura almost six weeks ago,” he confessed, still either unable or unwilling to look at Jasmine directly. His ex-wife, she realized. “She died of . . . and I—“ the words caught in his throat, and he laughed – he laughed a painful laugh that made you want to cry for that person because that’s how unbearable the pain was. To take refuge in audacity.

Jasmine’s eyes glinted and she coiled herself around Augustus Lark, saying not another word. She could feel him squirming, even though he looked better – the worst was yet to come.

“I blame myself every day,” he confided, “because I didn’t choose to be an oncologist. Because I wasn’t there to catch it, because I never, I-I never
called
her enough,” two tears rolled freely from the man’s eyes, as if they were the only ones left in him.

You poor soul, you’re just a man – an amazing, wonderful man, but still only human. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, “you couldn’t stop this, don’t beat yourself up – you have to give yourself something . . . you’ll drown if you don’t.”

Augustus blinked, rubbing his hand up Jasmine’s back. “When I let up,” he spoke absently, as if neither he nor she were in the room, “people die. So I don’t.”

It was then that Jasmine realized just how broken the man was, that he sold himself to try to save the world; she just held him.

***

When it was time for her to get ready for work, Jasmine quickly collected her things and got dressed, kissing Augustus on his forehead as he slept. She sauntered over to the front door, opened it and locked the handle behind her. As she went from the patio and along the stony steps, like little islands on a field of green, she had to banish the creeping thoughts of Luke invading her heart and mind.

Opening the door to her rav4, Jasmine buckled in. Her eyes fell to the console. Seconds came and went as she contemplated doing it, mulling over the reasons as to why she should and or should not. Anger boiled at the base of her spine and before she knew it, her hand was rolling down the window.

She opened up the console, revealing the desert rose that Luke Reynolds, biggest asshole of the world, had given her that now tainted day. Heartbeats passed as her gaze lingered, some small part of her not wanting to do away with it.

Jasmine plucked the figurine of glass between her fingers and with a grunt she slammed it down onto the concrete, a satisfying crash following as it shattered into bits.

Never again, she told herself. I want nothing to do with that man.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Luke - 17

The sky was dark and the smell of smoked pork and bratwursts filled Luke’s nose as he and the gang went down to the dock. The summer barbeques were always eventful, but this year was special – it was the year that Kayla had moved back from her ‘extended vacation’ in Arkansas. She had short tomboyish brown hair and a rebellious attitude, yet her plump, round butt filled out her light blue jeans – giving away that, despite her attempts to look otherwise, she was indeed a girl. And a hot one at that.

Luke thought himself stupid for being so caught up on her; trying to convince himself that she wasn’t truly
that
pretty. That she wasn’t
that
smart, or clever or any of the above. But out of all of his friends, she had the mind that they all envied – she was creative and funny; knew how to do things with technology that he and the boys could only dream of.

It was Luke, Kayla, Able and Robert: they were all splitting beers with one another. Their parents never seemed to care so long as they got wasted or high in plain view of someone from the MC, they’d always get a stern talking to, but nothing would ever come from it – and the other time they’d be shamed for not being able to knock them back. It was far from traditional parenting, but damn it was exciting, Luke mused.

His mind turned then and Luke realized how much he missed his dad. His real one.

Able snaked an arm around Luke’s neck, squeezing hard. “One year older and you still can’t beat me,” he jested. “Lemme know when your sack drops.”

Luke wriggled free and scooped up his beer from the dock, defiantly taking another couple of swigs. “Oh shut up, I whooped your butt in basketball,” he countered, but the words fell flat, lifeless almost. “Sides,” Luke smirked, “it ain’t about the balls.”