Chaos Kings MC

by Linny Lawless

  My eyes roamed down his body saw the shape of his hardness pressing up against the front of his jeans.

  “See what you do to me, Sam?”

  My hand left his hard nipple and wandered down further to his hard stomach and I felt the muscles tighten. I traced my fingers lightly over the bulge beneath his belt. He moaned.

  “I want to touch you this way too, Sam. Gentle. But I don’t know how. I’ve always been rough.”

  But he was gentle with me. He had been since the first night. He stopped when I was frightened. He quit when I wanted him to.

  “I’m not afraid of you, Ratchet. I trust you…”

  “Then kiss me.”

  I leaned into him and smashed my lips hard against his. I didn’t wait for him and my tongue dove into his mouth first, twirling around his. My hand stayed where it was on top of his hardness and I rubbed the palm of my hand over it. His hips rose from the seat to grind against my palm.

  Silky warmth started in my nipples, hardening them. It spread down to my stomach and further down to between my thighs. I needed something. I ached for him to touch me. He pulled back from my hungry mouth.

  “I want to touch you back, Sam. Let’s show each other gentle,” his voice was low and strained.

  I nodded and replied, “Yes, Ratchet. Touch me.”

  His arm wrapped around me. His breath was shaky as he placed his other big hand on my stomach. He slowly unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. Moving his hand down into them, his middle finger slid in between my wet folds and deep inside me. I sucked in a breath. Dizzy, head spinning.

  “You’re so soft… So wet…. Does that feel good, Sam?”

  I couldn’t speak. I was breathing funny and my hips began to move on their own, rising to meet his finger as it slipped in and out slowly. I could only nod again and a sigh escaped my lips.

  “This is how it should feel. I only want you to feel good. The way you make me feel when you touch me. The way you’re touching me now.”

  I moaned. My breathing fast as his soft touch against my wetness moved just a little more quickly.

  “I love the sounds you make. You make me so fucking hard it hurts.”

  I was jolted back to my surroundings when he withdrew his finger from inside me. He brought his wet finger up to his nose and sniffed.

  He slipped his finger into his mouth and sucked, “Mmm. Your scent. And you taste just as good.”

  The sounds of teenagers screaming and laughing came to us as we neared the end of the ride.

  “Shit. The ride is over,” he grumbled. He reached down; zipped up my jeans, then gave me a quick peck on my nose.

  “It’s getting late. Let’s go back to my place. Did you have fun?” He buttoned his shirt closed.

  “Yes, I did,” I replied, beaming up at him.

  His eyes widened and he grinned back, “There’s that smile.”

  I held on to him tight as we rode back to his house. Ratchet kicked his stand down. We took our lids and shades off. He stepped up to me and planted his lips on mine. I moaned and stood up on my toes to wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. Suddenly his strong arms were around me, lifting me off the ground. My head was swimming as I felt weightless. I was floating and liquid warmth spread through my body.

  His mouth trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck, sending goose bumps to rise and my nipples hardened and ached.

  “I’m going to finish what I started on that ride, Sam.”

  He set me down and took my hand as I followed him to his bedroom. My heart pounded in my chest as we climbed the stairs. Once in his room, I slipped my jeans and boots off. I stood there before him in only my tank top and panties. His eyes roamed down my body as he took off his cut, placing it on the chair, then unbuttoned his flannel shirt. As it fell to his feet, my eyes took in the sight of him.

  His broad shoulders and arms were covered in intricate ink designs in various colors. A line of dark hair from his hairy chest led down the middle of his hard stomach and disappeared underneath the top of his jeans and black leather belt. He towered over me, but I was not afraid.

  I slid in under the blankets, as he took his boots off, leaving his jeans on. He followed me onto the bed. He propped himself on his elbow, looking down at me. His eyes were calm, as he lightly traced his finger across my forehead to the side of my face and down to my chin.

  “So pretty…,” he whispered.

  He leaned down and his tongue entered my mouth again. I felt his hand slide down my ribcage to my breast. He rolled my hard nipple between his finger and thumb, twisting it lightly. I arched my back, wanting more of his touch. I broke the kiss to catch my breath. He pulled my top down and I felt the air on my nipple as he exposed it. A jolt went through me as his warm wet mouth latched on and sucked, twirling his tongue around the hard pebble.

  Sucking and licking my nipple; his hand roamed down my stomach. I gasped as it slid underneath my panties. His finger glided up into my folds and then went still. He continued to rub me on the outside, against my swollen nub.

  “You’re so wet… slippery.”

  I cried out as his finger slid all the way inside.

  “Yes, Sam… let it out. I want to see you, feel you. Watch you come for me…” he growled as he drove his finger in and out.

  Suddenly I felt tingling sensations all through my pussy. My breaths faster, almost panting.

  “Please, James… What are you doing? It feels so good...”

  “I’m gonna make that sweet pussy explode…”

  His finger did not let up, bumping to meet every thrust.

  The pad of his thumb began to rub my clit making small soft circles and suddenly something within me exploded. I arched my back and cried out his name. I clenched around his finger and rode off a cliff of ecstasy.

  Once that wave calmed, my eyes fluttered shut. He slid his finger out and sucked on it, tasting me again.

  “Mmm…. My sexy rabbit. Get some rest now,” he whispered as I drifted off sleep.

  I snorted a bump of coke, giving me another edgy high, letting what Rusty just told me sink in.

  “I got one lick in and bloodied his fuckin’ lip. Had to scoot, though. Someone called the 5-0.”

  I took another drag off my cigarette, watching the blonde dancing in one of the cages at the Steel Cage strip club. She was pretty enough, showing off to me by turning around and twerking to make her ass jiggle. I had her once to suck me off, but the bitch couldn’t keep my dick hard long enough. And I needed to bust a load after knocking Sam out cold that night at the Crow Bar. She talked back to me like a mouthy cunt.

  Twice now she ran off with those Chaos motherfuckers. Chaos Kings have been around this county as long as the Hell Hounds, with one exception: they weren’t a diamond club, a one percenter club. I was the Vice President of the Hell Hounds, someday taking the gavel from the President, my dear old dad, Knuck.

  I learned by example from Knuck. Bitches existed in this fucked up world for the sole purpose of being prostituted out, passed around, used and do other miniscule things, but risky illegal activities to help the club. If a gash got pinched by the law, it was low risk and not much of a loss for the Hell Hounds.

  The moment I saw Bonnie’s raven-haired daughter, I wanted her. And not only did I want her, but I also wanted to touch her, hurt her. I had a hard-on for a week the day she skipped town with some cash Knuck gave her. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on Sam. Her dark hair and petite body all for the taking. That night she became the property of the club and it was a celebration. I got her first. She was so fresh and soft and innocent. But I couldn’t deal with the defiant look in her eyes even as I smacked her around some and made her suck my cock. Especially with my cock hanging out in front of the whole club. That first hard smack on her soft cheek just made my cock harder. No way I would look like a pussy in front of the Hell Hounds. Not when I was going to be VP soon.

  She learned quick, once I was done with her and then passed her around after. Sa
m did as she was told and I was proud of myself, proving to Knuck that I was ready to lead as VP.

  I didn’t know what got into her to think she could run off and leave the club. She made me look bad at Bike Week. Rusty chuckled, but Tweek didn’t dare. Both were pieces of shit, but they were good partners when it came to making deals for the club. She paid for it when I found her walking alone down the coastal highway. Dumb bitch. At least she pocketed five hundred from Chaos.

  The news Rusty just gave me made me see red. Of course, she’s with that mother fucking Chaos again! She was staring at him like a bitch in heat the minute he walked into the Crow Bar. They both made me look bad. Look weak. I now feared I wouldn’t gain the respect back that I knew I deserved.

  “I told the Chaos pussy that the whore didn’t belong to them. What do you wanna do about it?”

  I shot out of my chair, my hand gripped Rusty’s neck like a vice as I slammed him up against a mirrored podium.

  “This is what I’m gonna do about it you dumb fuck,” my eyes wide, teeth bared, an inch from Rusty’s face

  “I’m gonna squeeze that Chaos piece of shit’s neck just like I’m doin’ to you right now.” I let go. Rusty bent over, coughing, hand to his throat.

  “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Sid!”

  My face was red; lips flattened, eyes glared. I ran my hands through my dark spiked hair. Sam was my property and those Chaos motherfuckers were going to pay.

  “Tail that motherfucker. I’ll have a talk with Chaos soon enough.”

  Saturday morning the Chaos Kings held their fifth Annual Poker Run, a charitable event that donated all proceeds to help the local Homeless Shelters in the county. It was open to the public, bikers and other MC’s that wanted to participate and contribute to the cause. The starting point of the Run was at the Crow Bar where all bikers met at 10 AM and chose their first card from a card deck. Groups rode out and followed the route mapped out to local restaurants and businesses to draw another card. The end stop was back at the Chaos King’s clubhouse where local vendor tents were erected outside in the lot and various local bands performed, with raffle ticket prizes being given away.

  Kat was a saint for working my Saturday shift, so that I could ride with Ratchet on the Poker Run. Wez rode his bobber up the driveway and Gunner was just starting his bike up as Ratchet and I got on his Night Train. They all kicked their stands up and road together to the Crow Bar. It was a chilly morning. My muscles tightened to fight back against the brisk air and I hugged Ratchet tightly with both my arms and thighs. He reached around and wrapped his hand underneath my left thigh as we sat idle at the stop light.

  He turned his head toward me.

  “We’ll be at the Crow Bar soon enough and I’ll get you warmed up,” he said above the vibration and rumble of the bikes.

  We arrived in time and gathered in the lot with Ratchet’s other brothers in the MC. Tanya was the first friendly face I recognized among the crowd of bikers in leather, jeans, bandanas and shades.

  “Sam! Ratchet told me you got a job at that bookstore! I’m so happy for you!” She squealed in my ear as she gave me a tight, warm hug.

  “Thank you, Tanya. He’s the one that pushed me to go in there and apply for the job.”

  “He got you there, but it’s all you, Hon’!”

  She was so openly warm and made me feel welcomed. And having Ratchet there with me, I felt safe and protected.

  Ratchet lightly tugged on the back of my jacket. Leaning down toward my ear his voice low with a smile, “Let’s get you and Tanya inside and something to drink to warm you up.”

  I sipped on some warm cocoa, looking around at familiar faces. Magnet came over and gave me a friendly hug, then backing away with his hands up, telling Ratchet he was just being friendly. I guess he was still put out about the smile I gave Magnet at the clubhouse party.

  Madge was there with her husband, Rocky, the Prez. They both received hug after hug from fellow club members and other MC’s and bikers. Madge was all dressed up in her sassy retro style; red lipstick landing smudges on biker’s bearded cheeks. Rocky doled out hard slaps on bikers’ backs along with hugs and warm welcomes to some he hadn’t seen all year.

  I looked at the pool tables and remembered the night Sid left me out back unconscious, his temper flared and he lashed out at me. All because I noticed Ratchet walk in. An anxious warmth swam up from my neck to my cheeks. I shut my eyes. Snapshots flashed in my head. The images were of Sid and other Hell Hounds with their hands on my body. My thighs. My breasts. Their filthy dicks in my mouth. My knees scraped from the concrete floor in their clubhouse. Their laughter. Cussing. Calling me horrid things like whore, cum bucket and trash.

  My eyes shot open to the sound of Ratchet’s snapping fingers in front of my face.

  “You ok, Sam? You had that look. Scared like you’re ready to run.”

  The brows drawn close together made him look angry, but I guessed he was only concerned.

  “I’m ok… Sorry, I just zoned out for a second.”

  “Nothing to apologize for. Do you feel weird about this place?”

  I looked down at my hot cocoa in the Styrofoam cup, nodding my head.

  “Don’t worry. You’re among my tribe, remember? I’m here. You’re safe.”

  Rocky came into our space and I gathered myself and smiled at him. He gave both of us a brotherly bear hug.

  “Gotta minute, Ratchet?” Rocky’s eyes were smiling, but the rest of his expression was not.

  “Yeah, Prez. Of course.”

  “Hang with Tanya for a bit, Sam,” he said to me with a wink.

  I watched as Ratchet followed Rocky toward the pool tables. Their conversation didn’t last long, but both looked concerned, heads close so no one could eavesdrop if they wanted.

  I went over to talk with Tanya at the bar. I didn’t know half the people there and it was becoming a little overwhelming for me. I had been around bikers and MC’s all my life, but now it felt different from what I was used to. Before Ratchet and the Chaos Kings, I was unnoticed, unless Sid made it otherwise. Conditioned to stay quiet and do as he said. Now, I’m free of him. People here looked at me; smiled at me.

  “I should have heard about this from you, brother. Not from Gunner,” Rocky said low for only me to hear as we stood together by the pool tables.

  “Sorry about that, Prez. I just didn’t want anything to blow back on Chaos. Making Sam my business is something I just gotta do.”

  “When you make something or someone your business, it does affect Chaos. Whether you’re a rouge or not.”

  I raked a hand through my hair and nodded at Rocky. For every action, there is a reaction. Not sure why I thought Chaos would not be affected by my actions to bring Sam into our tribe.

  “The word’s out. The Hounds know Sam is with you now. They can run their mouths all they want, about how Sam belongs to them cause its bullshit. Maybe she was before you found her. But she’s protected now. By Chaos.”

  “Thanks, Prez… Sam is a brave gal. She’s a survivor.”

  Prez reached out, grabbed the front of my cut and bumped my shoulder into his, with a hard slap on my back.

  “Let’s go ride, brother. Drink a few later at the clubhouse and hopefully get some tail!”

  We rode out with the MC’s road captains, two to a group. Road Captains stopped traffic at intersections to keep the group together as we made our way to each stop for the poker run. Both Gunner and I served as road captains for the club, but I skipped out on it today since Sam road with me. Being road captain can be dangerous when drivers don’t see us at intersections. I didn’t want to put her in any dangerous situations that day, so, other members filled in for me.

  Temps warmed up as the sun rose higher from morning into the afternoon. We stopped in at local restaurants and bars to pick our next poker card. Thoughts of Sid and the Hell Hounds kept nagging at me. I tried to keep them out of my head and focus on Sam. Riding on my bike; her little warm body snuggled up be
hind me and her thighs hugged my hips. Her body moved with mine. When I leaned my bike into a curve, she leaned with me.

  We were the first back to the clubhouse. There were a few vendors who had their tents set up, displaying what they specialized in selling – leathers, patches, bike parts, helmets and other things that appealed to us bikers. A wooden stage was built inside the clubhouse with the first of many local bands setting up and doing a sound check. The smell of hamburgers and hotdogs floated in the air around the parking lot from the grills set up outside.

  I sat with Sam at the bar in the clubhouse, finishing off my second beer as she was halfway through her first one. Her cheeks were rosy pink from the wind. Her dark hair was a bit messy from the numerous times her lid was off and then back on again. And she smelled like leather and strawberries too.

  I lit a smoke taking a nice long drag. I kept my hands to myself all day even though they were fidgety and wanted to be all over her. Sam seemed to enjoy the ride and I didn’t want to see that faraway look she had at the Crow Bar. I was sure it was memories of Sid and the Hounds. So, it wouldn’t have made it better with my hands groping her too.

  Gunner just pulled in with the group he rode with and grabbed a barstool next to mine.

  “I hope the Prez didn’t rake you over the coals too much, Ratchet.”

  He opened his beer bottle that one of the Chaos chicks working the bar brought him.

  “No, brother. It’s all good. Just still trying to let it sink in. I wear the patch now. Chaos has my back.”

  “You got that right dammit…”

  Gunner tipped his beer to me and took a drink.

  I turned to Sam on my other side. She had finished her second beer. I had no idea what her tolerance was, but I kept an eye on her. The first band on stage started playing their set with some covers of classic ZZ Top. Sam leaned in toward me, smiling. She lost balance and fell into my chest. I caught her. Then I heard her giggle. It was cute.

  “Whoa there, Rabbit. Maybe a just one more for you, huh?”