Revved Up Soul: A MC Romance (24 page)

Luke undid his pants and removed his boxers, revealing his gorgeous and wonderfully thick cock. It was hard and at the ready, his need for Jasmine painfully clear – his eyes locked on her own. In one powerful motion, the man pinioned Jasmine’s lithe little body against the bed and his hand freed her breasts from her bra; having them spill out from the top.

Jasmine gave a soft whine, her body lighting up at the attention. I’ve never needed to be fucked so badly by a man before, she thought. I want him deep inside of me.

His hands squeezed tightly her breasts then, feeling them up and caressing them hard – a deep noise escaping the man from his chest. “I could drink the wine that is your body all night,” he husked before his lips found a nipple and sucked long and hard and deep.

She cried out his name long and slow, loving the way that his soft tongue swirled against her hardening bud. The pleasure soaked her bones to the core, it was like a rod connected her nipples to her clit – as though his mouth could stimulate her sex without even being near it. The ball of need in her pussy grew tighter and tighter still, her labia quivering in anticipation of sheathing that beautiful cock.

Luke made a final suck, his lips departing Jasmine’s rock hard nipple with a loud smack. He traced her body with kisses and sucks and bites, worshipping her like she was his church and a Goddess that demanded utmost devotion. He came down to her panties which were soaked now – a wetness pooled at the base of her naughty sex. “Jesus you’re disgustingly wet,” he whispered, an obvious joy in his voice.

“Only for you, lover,” she breathed, her clit aching with a heavenly fire. Please, fill me, fuck me. Jasmine wriggled against the bed with need, the whole of her person becoming ignited by the flames of passion.

Peeling off her panties, Luke’s smirk widened half an inch when he tossed them to the side. “Acknowledge it,” he said, “tell me that you’re
my
whore, that you’re nothing more than my wet little slut who needs to be pounded into submission.” Luke immediately moved back up to Jasmine’s face and put a hand lightly around her neck, locking her eyes within his own, a hand cupping the wetness of her sex.

She could feel, oh so wonderfully, his hand rubbing up against the length of her sopping wet pussy. Oh my god, she thought, a series of moans escaping her as she searched his eyes. Yes, make me your submissive little girl, “I’m your whore, baby,” she purred. I need you to fill my naughty hole with your big cock, “I’m such a dirty slut, can you fix me with your huge cock, sir?”

Luke’s lips pressed hard against Jasmine’s and he kissed her long and deep, like she could give him life through a stolen breath. She would give him every trace of air if he had requested it, for she was his, and he was hers. “Good girl,” he crooned, kissing and groping her tits a moment longer before sticking his hardness at her entrance.

“Oh!” She cried, feeling his cock pop the first few inches inside of her. The walls of her pussy, so wet and greedy with need, clung tightly to Luke’s sex – wanting to milk him for all that he was worth. Jasmine brought her hands up to her breasts and played with them as she wrapped her legs around her man, bringing him further and further still inside of her. She wanted him as deep as possible – was sex always have supposed to felt this way? Luke was stretching her out in
all
the right places, hitting every spot that she could have dreamed.

Thrusting in and out of her tightness, Luke grunted and continued his assault, “You’re tighter than I imagined babe,” the words left his lips in a mix of shock and pure ecstasy. “I could get addicted to this,” he breathed, kissing Jasmine’s lips.

“I’m yours,” she promised, “any time you need me, lover.” Her body quickly became tight with energy as she neared that maddening cliff. “Oh fuck,” she called out, bringing her hands to Luke’s back and digging her nails deep into his skin, feeling his hard and toned muscles.

“I’m close,” the man crooned, quickening his pace with a renewed vigor – the sound of his balls slapping against Jasmine’s wetness.

“I’m,” Jasmine moaned hard, “fuck, fuck I’m already
there
,” her toes curled and the muscles of her pussy contracted time and time again, an ecstasy shooting through her body – leaving her feeling light as a feather and tingling all over. Every stroke of the man’s cock inside of her only served to heighten her senses, making her dizzy with love and lust. It felt like she was slipping away into the throes of an insane bliss; she shattered around the man’s thickness, leaving a gooey white trail of juice.

Luke pulled out from Jasmine’s wetness and brought his firm and glistening cock to the woman’s chest, pumping away furiously before shooting out ropes of warm, white seed against her sun kissed breasts. He collapsed alongside of her then, keeping her tightly snuggled against his person.

Several minutes of cuddling passed and before either of them knew it, they had passed out for a couple of hours. Later, when they woke, the two were still physically drained even after their nap, but at least now Jasmine was satisfied and content; she knew that it wouldn’t be long before her body burned for her man’s touch again, however. She could hardly believe how much she caught herself smiling.

Jasmine rolled over to snuggle up against the comforting hardness that was Luke’s body, wrapping an arm over his chest and rubbing it gently; she was practically purring in the man’s ear. “That was amazing, I’ve never been
uhm
, put to sleep like that before, at least… not in
that
way.” she whispered sweetly, kissing behind the man’s ear and then nibbling against his lobe, feeling a twinge of excitement between her legs.

Luke chuckled, turning his head to face the woman and moving a hand over to her ass, squeezing hard. “You were amazing,” he replied, “I don’t think I ever want to leave this bed,” he confessed in a sexy husk.

“Mmm,” Jasmine kissed the man’s lips, “good because I’ve been thinking about just chaining you up here all to myself.”

“Yeah? I was having a similar thought,” he hinted, his eyes moving along her body, “I was thinking . . .” the man sprang into action, his body pressing her hard against the bed and his hands at her wrists, “Nylon rope.”

A small gasp escaped Jasmine’s lips, her throat suddenly becoming tight with excitement. “I-I’d very much like that,” she whimpered, struggling a bit against the man’s touch.

He smirked, smug as a snake and flopped back down to where he once was, pulling Jasmine tightly against him in an embrace. “Good,” he said. He then exhaled a breath.

“Something on your mind?” Jasmine asked.

“Yeah, kind of,” he cracked his knuckles.

“Tell me.”

His lips lifted into a smirk, “Just concerned about how things are going with The Club. Don’t like the direction we keep heading year after year . . . month after month.”

“Can’t you do something about it?”

Luke shook his head, “Not alone. We’re running something later today and I can’t stand doing it.”

“But you have to?”

“Yeah,” Luke nodded, his voice growing softer, “I have to.”

“What is it?”

“I shouldn’t say,” Luke shook his head, “plausible deniability and such.”

Jasmine considered a couple of things, squeezing Luke’s hand, “I understand. Let’s talk about something else then.”

Luke nodded, “Sounds good to me.”

Fingers of happiness pushed against her chest, “You know,” she stopped, shaking her head – feeling her cheeks start to redden.

Squeezing her hand tighter, Luke smiled, “What? Why’d you stop?” He chuckled, “don’t leave me hanging here Doc,” his hand brushed along Jasmine’s cut gently.\

“It’s stupid,” she announced, looking the man in his eyes. “But, when I was a little girl – I used to have a crush on this, well on this boy named Kyle. We would hang out during recess and stuff, but we were only ever
friends
– we never got to do any of the cool, out-there stuff, like holding hands.”

“You know we’re doing that right—“

“
Anyway
, there was this treehouse that all the cool kids would get invited up to. Kyle would go up there all of the time, and I’d always catch him with one of my classmates – let me tell you, the jealousy I felt then? God it was insane!”

Luke just laughed.

“No,” Jasmine harped, “I’m serious, chubby little me had to go through a lot of sleepless nights because of that stupid boy and his hangout; when I was a teenager I refused to smoke pot with some of my friends because they’d always do it in their treehouse.”

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. You weren’t smoking pot when you were just a kid?”

Jasmine smacked the man on his shoulder, “You’re insufferable.” She paused a moment, bringing her chin down to her chest, “and I was kind of scared of heights,” she whispered beneath her breath quickly.

“At least I can climb a tree,” Luke replied snobbishly.

“Well!” She huffed, “good for you,” a smile slowly crept up the lines of her face. The two cuddled and made small talk for another hour, laughing and kissing and relishing in each other’s company; when Luke mentioned his brother by name, Jasmine remembered something important that’d she never told the man. She’d been so caught up in life and with their falling out – the grim issue had slipped through the cracks of her mind.

“What’s wrong?” Luke asked.

Her face had darkened and her body stilled. How were you supposed to bring something like this up? Wasn’t it all a bunch of hysteric nonsense anyway? Maybe I just shouldn’t tell him . . . no, it wouldn’t be right. I just wish it wasn’t so hard. “Um, well,” Jasmine started nervously, “there’s this thing,” she said. Luke nodded silently. “I, when your brother,” she suddenly felt only half as tall as she was, “Able. When he was admitted? He kept repeating something, and I’m sorry I never told you – things just got so, so messed up.”

The brows of his face furrowed and his eyes narrowed, his head perking up at the mention of his brother’s name. He stared at her in rapt attention, his voice deadly serious and inquisitive, “What did he say?”

“Something about chains,” Jasmine gestured with her hands, it was hard to remember exactly what the dying man had said – the scene and feeling stuck with her more so than the words. “He just kept repeating ‘chains’ over and over, it was surreal because he was so far gone at that point, but I guess he felt the need to say that.”

Luke was perfectly still, save for his chest rising in a breath, like a panther about to pounce. “That’s it? That’s all that my brother said?” His words were pointed now.

“It’s hard to remember,” Jasmine conceded, “something about trusting him and chains. It was such a gruesome moment, I didn’t try to purposefully keep it in my head. I’m sorry.”

Silence hung in the room for several heartbeats. Luke’s face screwed up in anger and he scrambled out of the bed, pulling up his jeans and shooting a frantic look at Jasmine. “And you’re sure!?” He roared.

Jasmine froze up, her muscles tightening and her breathing becoming shallow. She wasn’t used to seeing the man like this. He had a murderous look in his eye.

“Jasmine!” He snapped. “This is important,” he said, slipping his shirt back on and hunting for his jacket.

“Yes,” she finally found her voice, “that’s what he said, Luke, I’m not lying. It’s just nonsense though, I mean, isn’t it? Does it mean something to you?” Jasmine pulled the bed sheets against her person and sat up, her raven curls spilling past her shoulders. “You’re kind of scaring me right now, Luke, don’t you dare do something we’ll both regret.”

The man pushed his arms through the sleeves of his black jacket, “Don’t worry about me,” he assured, “I’ve got something that I need to do.”

And just like that, he was gone again. What the hell did I just start?

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Kayla

He’s probably with that whore, she thought. Just thinking about it made Kayla’s skin crawl – as though worms were digging just below her flesh. She’d sacrificed so much to help Luke, and what did he reward her with? Betrayal.

I always knew he was too weak; it should have been him, not Able.

He didn’t want you, a voice in the darkness susurrated. She remembered how fondly she once felt for Able, and how they never really went away.

Even as the knife pressed into his throat.

The man never felt the same way that she did, and the Knights held so much affection for him; Luke would never be the man that he was destined to be. Not while he lived in that shadow.

Kayla slipped an Oxycotton inside of her mouth and walked over to the guest room, which she had so meticulously converted into a shrine of audio equipment, recording gear and musical instruments. She had stacks and stacks of vinyl piled up in a great, antique bookcase. Padding over to the computer, she sat down in her chair and pulled up the microphone, booting up the computer and going to her digital audio workstation.

In the corner of the room were a pair of Ibanez guitars from the 90’s; a fender bass and a since discontinued Oasis keyboard. It seemed as though every thought led her back to Jasmine, which in turn brought her back to the fact that her face was ruined – some scarring would be permanent.