by Chelle Bliss
He shakes his head as he shifts his legs outward, spreading mine wide open. “Not yet, princess. Soon, though.”
I hold in the complaint that’s hanging on my tongue. I want to see the man in action. See what all the fuss was about back at my grandmother’s house. I’ve read shit. I’ve watched even more, but I’ve never experienced anything above average sex… Well, that was before Mammoth rocked my world.
He lifts his free hand, tracing my collarbone, gaze moving from my eyes to my skin and back. “Do you want to go to a club? Do you want to learn what it’s all about?”
“Yes,” I pant. “I want to know everything. I want to experience everything.” His simple, featherlight touch sends goose bumps all over my skin, causing my nipples to harden even more like they’re begging for a piece of the action.
“Let’s see if you can follow basic commands. If you can, I’ll think about taking you. There’s a lot to absorb and learn, but I’m a patient man—if you’re a very willing student.”
“I’m willing.”
God, am I willing. I want it all. I want all of him. Every piece and morsel, every ounce of sin and pleasure he’s able to give me. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything more than I do him now, in this moment, in this breath.
His eyes flash as soon as the word is out of my mouth, but I figured he’d like hearing it just as much as I liked saying it. “Good girl.”
The warmth of his compliment, one a lesser man could never get away with, washes over me like never before. I bask in it, loving the way he makes me feel with such sweet words and the look of lust in his eyes. I want to please him, because I know in the end, he’ll bring me pleasure too.
The hand near my collarbone traces a path between my breasts, to my navel, and slides between my legs. “Always so wet, princess,” he murmurs as he leans forward, sinking his teeth into the fleshy part of my neck.
I nearly collapse from the pleasure, overcome by sensations of pain and pleasure as his fingers rake through my wetness. I tip my head back, giving him complete access, and move my hips forward, trying to get more.
“Greedy,” he says into my neck before he takes his hand away, robbing my body of the contact. “Lesson number one, I give you pleasure. You do not take.”
I’m about to apologize or possibly argue—because it’s me—when his hand comes out of nowhere, slapping against my pussy and causing my body to shoot upward using nothing but the bottom of my legs against his. “Fuck,” I hiss, feeling the sting between my legs as it ebbs and flows, finally coming to a simmer with an even more intense throb.
Before I can say another word, his fingers are back, but this time, they’re against my clit, circling the now overly sensitive spot, still aching from the slap. “Give up yet? Want the light stuff, baby?”
I twist my fingers together, unable to move my hands still held captive in his grip. “No.” Fuck no, this is intense. More intense than anything I’ve experienced in my life. And the slap against my pussy? It threw me for a loop, but goddamn, the way my body’s on fire and my clit’s pulsing like my heartbeat, all I want is more.
I glance down, seeing the smile on his lips as he moans into my skin. I can’t take my eyes off him as his mouth moves down, down, until it’s so close to my breasts, I can feel his warm breath caressing my flesh.
It takes everything in me not to rock against his fingers. Not to chase the pleasure his hands are giving. But I stay still. Captive in his grip, unmoving in his arms, and a wide-open, willing sexual toy in his lap.
He traces his tongue around my nipple, and I close my eyes as my pussy convulses, begging to be filled. As if by some unspoken miracle, his fingers that had been circling around my clit slide through my wetness again and press against my pussy.
Yes! I want to scream, beg, plead to be filled, but again, I stay silent. My feet dangle off the floor, and there’s no part of my body that’s grounded to anything except Mammoth.
When he finally closes his lips around my nipple, sucking hard, I gasp through the pleasure and relax into his touch, almost swaying backward, but his arm stops me. He holds me in place, open and available, as his fingers push inside me, filling me in the most delicious way.
He’s gentle at first, the softness of his thrusts mingling with the hardness of his mouth against my breasts, but the ache is still prevalent and almost overwhelming in my clit from the earlier slap.
He slides his thumb against my clit again with each thrust in, and it disappears as he pulls out. Over and over again, driving my body upward and closer to the orgasm I so badly want and need. I’m gasping and panting as he sucks my nipple harder, using his teeth to change the sensation and biting down with just enough pressure to send a tingle of pain into the pleasurable mix.
I’m so close. So, so close, I’m straining, trying to find the floor with my feet, but I can’t. My toes are too high off the floor, his legs too long for me to get any real traction. My greediness, as he’d call it, earns me a harder nip of his teeth against my nipples, making me cry out in pleasure and pain. Jesus fucking Christ. This is the most decadent mix of sensations, pushing me closer, feeling the air in my lungs evaporate as my skin dampens and my pussy spasms, begging for more.
Mammoth pulls his lips away, leaving my breasts wet and throbbing as he adds another finger to my pussy, thrusting in and out of me harder. “You like this?” he asks, his voice deep and needy.
“Yes!” I chant, wanting more. Needing more. “Yes! Yes!”
“Take my cock out,” he says, releasing my wrists as he finger-fucks me.
It’s not easy to work around his arms, but I do. My gaze moves to his face as soon as his cock is in my palm, hard and steely.
“Stroke me, princess. Show me how you’d fuck me.”
I don’t hesitate. My thumb slides up the bottom of his dick and over the sensitive spot I know drives every man wild. I don’t get more than a few pumps in before his fingers leave my body again. “I want that sweet cunt fucking me instead of your hand. Get on the bed on all fours.”
Yes! Fucking finally. I want nothing more than to be filled by his glorious prick covered in jewelry stroking my insides, pounding into me until I’m screaming in ecstasy. I move like my ass is on fire, hopping off his legs, climbing onto the bed on my knees, ass high in the air, waiting for that big dick to rock my freaking world.
He lines up behind me, but I keep my face forward, not daring to look because I’m not sure if I’m allowed. I’m not doing anything to mess this up. I’m wound so tight, the orgasm right there, just out of reach. I know a few powerful thrusts and that damn piercing hitting my G-spot will send me over the edge into an orgasm that’ll rock my world and leave me dizzy and spent.
His hand is on my ass cheek, his thumb so close to the place I’ve never let any man go, I instantly tense. “Any man ever take you here?” he asks, lightly brushing his finger over my asshole.
“No,” I whisper, unable to talk any louder. “Never.”
“Want to be taken here?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. I’ve heard ass play is great, but most of the guys I’d been with weren’t even all that amazing with a vagina, so there was no way I was letting them near my ass. No freaking way. But with Mammoth, the possibility is there, and I have no doubt he’d make me feel good.
The bed dips and his hands disappear. I sneak a look behind me, watching as he pushes his pants down his legs, kicking them off to the side before reaching behind his back, lifting his T-shirt over his head. Seeing him naked, covered in piercings and tattoos, never gets old. I could stare at him forever and not once be bored, studying the lines and dips and ridges of his muscles.
He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking the length as my mouth waters, wishing I could wrap my lips around the swollen head. “Turn around and put your face against the mattress,” he tells me.
I look at him funny for a second. When he doesn’t move, just stares at me, I press my face sideways into the comforter, push
ing my ass higher in the air and my pussy out, inviting him to enter.
I don’t wait long before his hand is on my ass again and his cock is pushing into me, filling me. Inch by inch, he slides inside slowly, torturing me with the most delicious pleasure. He grips my hips, fingers biting into my flesh as he seats himself fully and stops. He leans over my back, bringing his mouth next to my ear. “I’m going to fuck you hard, princess. So hard you won’t be able to breathe. If it becomes too much, tell me to stop. Understand?”
I lick my lips, salivating at the idea of him fucking me like a wild animal. “I understand.” I seal my eyes shut as his tongue swipes across my cheek like he’s tasting my flesh.
He moves his hips away from my body as his cock slides out of me. I tense, expecting him to slam into me immediately, but he doesn’t. I open my eyes, careful not to turn around, but watch him the best I can to see what the hell he’s doing. He moves his hands to mine, lifting them to the mattress and pulling me backward only slightly.
When he slams into me, I have nowhere to go. My pussy takes the full force of the thrust. He doesn’t relent. Thrusting in, pulling out, pumping inside of me as I rise off him only an inch before I’m pulled backward by my arms and impaled on his cock.
I’m practically bouncing off him, mumbling words that make no sense as the climax I’ve been on the edge of for what feels like hours starts to build higher, root itself deeper. I cry out, unable to hold my tongue, screaming, “Yes!” This kind of pounding is something I could get used to and never go without.
He grunts, pumping harder, deeper as the piercing on the head of his cock strokes just the right spot to send me spiraling over the edge, unable to breathe, tears streaming down my face and…pissing myself?
I’m soaked.
The bed’s soaked.
Everything below my waist is covered in wetness as my lungs empty and air seems to be something I can’t get enough of. My body quivers, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as my eyes roll back in my head. I don’t have time to think or care that I may have just pissed all over him, and from the way he’s pounding into me, grunting through the pleasure, cursing through each thrust, he doesn’t care either.
I lie there limp, a prisoner to his hold as his strokes go deeper, turning faster and more frantic like he’s chasing the orgasm as desperately as I was. A moment later, he howls. Fucking howls like a wild beast, throwing his front against my back, panting.
The only thing I can think in this moment is… I want more.
19
Mammoth
There are things I always wanted in life but never had. Wanting a close and large family wasn’t one of them. That was until I met the Gallos. Peeking into their lives, seeing the way they interacted with each other, made me want a sliver of that goodness in my world.
I never wanted anything much as a kid besides my father. My mother was amazing, but she couldn’t replace the hole left in our small family by his death. It didn’t matter to me if he was a hero or not; I missed out on a hell of a lot by not having him in my life, molding me, teaching me, showing me how to be a man.
I turned out okay even though we moved around a lot, my mother jumping from one job to another to keep the family afloat. Sure, she had his military death benefit, but in no way was it an easy ride for her being a single parent to my dumb ass. She always wanted the best for me. Best schools. Best clothes. Best toys. Maybe because she knew there was a void in my life and tried to fill that darkness with material things, hoping I wouldn’t feel the pang of sadness about my father’s missing presence.
The void lessened when I joined the service, but then opened back up, almost swallowing me whole after I left. The Disciples made me feel welcomed after that. It wasn’t about the riding, the pussy, or the money. For me, being a member of the motorcycle club was more about the camaraderie and brotherhood above anything else.
But after meeting Tamara’s family, watching how they interacted with one another, seeing how much they loved one another, I realized I wanted everything they had. I wanted that big family, filled with love and laughs, always knowing someone would have my back.
Two weeks ago, I left Tamara in her dorm room, promising her I’d be back as soon as I was able. I had a lot to work out in my head, in the club, and with my brothers. I’d played shit off, pretended like leaving the club would be easy, but I knew it rarely happened. And if someone was able to leave, they weren’t often left breathing for long.
Princess: Are you coming tomorrow?
Me: Hell yeah.
I wouldn’t miss her family reunion for anything in the goddamn world. Her parents tried to scare me, acting like her mother’s side would be enough to send me packing, but they’re wrong. They don’t know what it’s like to stare down the barrel of a gun, but I do. Between the army and the club, I’ve had more shit hurled my way in the past decade, and the last thing I am scared of is a family barbecue.
Princess: I’ve missed you.
Me: You too.
Fuck. I had too, and I’d never missed anyone in my life before she walked her fine ass into the club, a mess of hair and a wicked mouth. She was like a hurricane, changing the landscape around her, including me.
“Mammoth,” Morris barks out across the room, taking my attention away from my phone and the conversation with Tamara. “In Church.”
“You ready for this?” Eagle asks, standing across the bar from me, nursing a beer. “You might not be breathing tomorrow.”
I set my glass on the bar top, staring back at Eagle. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
“She’s worth your life?”
I nod as I stand, ready to face Morris and Tiny. “She’s worth every damn last breath.”
Eagle’s smile is immediate. “Never thought I’d see the day you’d go all stupid over a chick, man.”
“Me either,” I mutter as I jam my phone in my back pocket, ready to face whatever Morris and Tiny will throw my way about wanting to leave the club.
It’s now or never. I can’t start planning a future when I’m at a standstill. And that’s what I am as a member of the Disciples. Unmoving. Not going anywhere in a hurry but to a cold jail cell someday because everyone gets popped eventually.
“Good luck,” he tells me before lifting the beer back to his lips, swallowing whatever else he wants to say but doesn’t.
Very few have ever gotten out of this life without ending up in jail, in the ground, or in witness protection… None of which are an option for me. I’d never rat out my brothers, but I sure as hell didn’t want to end up in prison or dead. I want nothing more than to live life, love a good woman, and be part of a family I’ve never had.
If Tamara and I don’t work out in the end, I’ll be okay with that too. Leaving the club is the first step in getting my life back and putting myself on the right course for my future. It’s now or never. If I don’t make the break now, there’ll be no escaping this world. I can’t stay because Tamara isn’t an old lady, and she’d never fit into this world no matter how hard she’d try.
All eyes are on me as I walk toward Church. Everyone in the club knows what I am going into the room to talk about. Secrets aren’t easily kept, especially with this group and when they involve leaving the life.
When I enter, Morris and Tiny are seated at the end of the table, talking to each other, but their eyes are on me.
“Close the door and sit,” Tiny tells me, dipping his chin toward the chair right in front of me.
I try to read their faces but fail. They’re stone-cold, devoid of all emotion as I close the door, sealing us away inside the room where so much of our lives within the brotherhood is decided.
I sit as soon as the door closes, ready to fight for my future. I’ll do whatever they ask, within reason, as long as it gets me my freedom in the end.
“Morris said you wanted to talk about the future,” Tiny says, rubbing his beard as he speaks. “So, we’re here. Talk.”
I lean forward, plac
ing my clasped hands on the table, staring straight at them and say, “I want out.”
Tiny leans back, tilting his head, staring right back. “Completely?”
I nod, and Morris leans over, whispering something in Tiny’s ear as Tiny keeps his gaze pinned on me. I don’t dare look away or fidget. Not when sitting in front of these two, looking for my freedom. They know weakness. They can spot it a mile away. They also know me, having found me six years ago after I left the military.
“Why?” Tiny asks when Morris moves away from his ear.
“I want to start a business and move to the other coast.”
“Fucker,” Morris mutters under his breath, shaking his head. “The girl got to you. Didn’t she?”
“Reality got to me, and the girl a little too.” I’m being honest with them. Sure, Tamara’s part of the reason, but not all of it. I never planned on staying here forever. I’ve never stuck to one place for too long and never saw myself changing in that way either.
Morris sighs, cracking his neck like I’m causing him physical discomfort. “Gallo girls are all the same. They twist your brains and dicks. The lot of you. Pike and now you run straight into their arms and never look back.”
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while. You know my past. I’ve always been searching for something, trying to fill the void I’ve had since I was a kid.”
Morris nods like he understands, but Tiny, the bastard, doesn’t move a muscle.
“I’ve loved being part of the brotherhood, but I think it’s time for me to move on, spread my wings, find my place in this world.”
“You think we’re just going to let you walk out that door, wave us goodbye, and disappear?” Tiny asks, eyes narrowed, looking like the callous bastard I know he can be.
“I hope, but I’ll do whatever you need me to do to make it happen,” I tell them, knowing there’s always a price.
Nothing in life is free, even freedom.
“All this trouble for some pussy,” Tiny says, shaking his head, judging me and assuming I’m weak.