by Lilly Atlas
“Sorry,” she said. “Too cold?” As though she was a physician placing a frigid stethoscope on his chest instead of fisting his cock in her delicate hands.
“No,” he ground out. “Feels fucking good. Like your hands on me.”
“Ah.”
So she wasn’t one for dirty talk. “You know, you wouldn’t need that shit if you let me—oh fuck.”
Without ceremony or so much as a millisecond of foreplay, Chloe positioned herself over his cock and started to work him into her body. He saw stars as the heat of her began to engulf him. She was tighter than tight and hot as the fucking sun. But she wasn’t ready to fuck. Not by a long shot.
“Babe,” he said through clenched teeth. Fuck it was near impossible to think with the strangling squeeze of her pussy neutralizing his brain cells one by one.
“Shut up,” she practically barked at him. “No talking. No moving. Keep your legs out straight.” Her eyes were closed, face screwed in concentration as she slowly worked herself down his length. Once he was fully seated inside her, she paused, probably to adjust to his size.
The reprieve gave him a second to get his rational head in the game and keep from blowing his load already. In an unanticipated moment of clarity, Rocket wondered why the hell she was doing this. Nothing about it seemed to be working for her sexually.
The thought was fleeting because the next thing that happened nearly rendered him stupid. Chloe rode him. Like a fucking jockey gunning for the win. She started with a steady pace, but quickly ramped up to fast, almost frantic movements like she couldn’t get him off fast enough. But what about her pleasure?
Something was way the fuck off here.
If Rocket was any other man, or Chloe was any other woman, he could probably close his eyes and ignore the signs, but as it was, he’d spent months stalking the sexy woman and could easily tell this wasn’t doing shit for her. There was absolutely no connection in their fucking. Not that he was unused to fucking without emotion, in fact he only fucked without emotion, but he never fucked without both parties being hot and desperate for each other. Even if it only lasted a short time, they wanted each other, at least physically.
And while Rocket wanted the fuck outta Chloe, he was pretty sure she saw him as nothing more than a two-hundred-pound vibrator.
Don’t get him wrong, he was gonna come, and come hard. Encase a man’s dick in a pussy as hot and tight as Chloe’s, and that was pretty much a guarantee. But he wanted Chloe as hungry for it as he was. When she came, he wanted her to go off like…well, a rocket.
Chloe picked up speed. Her small tits bounced and swayed as she fucked him, drawing his attention. Before long, the feel of her eclipsed all his other thoughts. He groaned and strained against the cuffs as she clenched her sex around him. Damn, the woman had some skill. She swiveled her hips, letting her head fall back on her shoulders. Her hair was so long, the ends brushed Rocket’s thighs. That added sensation, the slight tickle combined with her vigorous fucking had his balls drawing tight and his gut coiling with impending release.
“You almost there?” Chloe asked, eyes still shut tight.
“Fuck, yeah, I’m close, baby. You?”
“Yep.”
Yep? She gave him a yep? Chloe leaned forward, slapping her palms on his chest, she braced, threw her head back and moaned long and loud. As she did so, her pussy rhythmically squeezed around his cock, nearly blowing his head straight off his body. Her moans grew in volume before she let out one last high-pitched whimper, shook a little, then let her chin drop to her chest while she panted.
An Oscar-worthy orgasm performance.
And Rocket wasn’t buying a single shudder of it.
What. The. Fuck.
He tugged hard on the cuffs while thinking about his next construction project. Hopefully the combination of work and bite of pain would keep him from unloading inside her for the next few minutes.
Chloe lifted her head, eyes wide and mouth in a perfect O-shape. “What…uh…you’re still very hard. You didn’t…?” She waved her hand around.
Rocket smirked. “Nope, I sure didn’t. And neither did you.” As he spoke, he slid his heels toward his ass. The movement shifted Chloe’s position. She fell back a bit, cradled by his thighs, still full of his cock.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked, gaze darting around the room. He’d laid there like a goddammed corpse long enough. Now it was his turn to move. “You’re wrong. I already—oh!” There was a note of hysteria in her voice until that last gasped “oh.”
That’s right, baby. Not leaving this fucking room until you come for real.
Using his shoulders for leverage, Rocket powered his hips upward for the first time, grinding his pelvis against hers as he held her in place with his thighs. He might be the one in cuffs, but Chloe’s reign of control was fucking over.
“You have to sto—oh, my God,” she said as her eyes fluttered closed. Yeah, a little clit action will do that to a woman. Rocket smiled as he started to fuck her with intent.
Chloe remained uncertain for all of two point five seconds before she lost herself in the sensations and started to fuck him back. Tiny whimpers flew from her mouth each time their hips collided. She slammed herself down in time with his upward thrusts taking an extra second to grind her clit against him.
This time, when her head dropped back and her moans grew to near screams, it was real fucking pleasure he heard in her voice.
“Oh, my God,” she said again as Rocket drove down through his heels and rammed her with his cock. He felt it then, a small ripple in her pussy as she spiraled toward orgasm.
“Work your tits,” he growled. Someone needed to give those beauties some attention and if he wasn’t allowed, she’d have to do it herself.
Curling her fists at her sides, she shook her head.
“Fucking do it. Pinch ’em. Tug ’em. I want to see it.”
Chloe groaned then did as he asked. As her fingers closed around the stiff buds, she gasped, and her eyes flew open. “Logan,” she cried.
“That’s right, baby. Make ’em feel good while I made this pussy feel good.”
She gripped her nipples, hard, tugging them away from her body. “Shit, I’m gonna—fuck!" she shouted as her entire body became racked with spasms. Gaze locked with his, she cried out again and her pussy squeezed him so hard, he was completely defenseless against the powerful orgasm that stole through him.
“Shit, yeah,” he shouted as he burst into the condom. Keeping his eyes open was a struggle but he wasn’t about to miss a second of Chloe’s pleasure.
“Goddamn,” he said as his body began to relax and his eyes dropped closed. “Now that’s a fucking orgasm. Don’t know what that fake bullshit was, but the real thing was fucking beautiful.”
She didn’t respond.
“Babe?” He opened his eyes to find her still as a statue, a look of horror on her flushed face. “Hey, you okay? Shit, did I hurt you?” What the fuck was wrong with him? He’d been rough, as rough as he could be while restrained to a bed, and she’d been attacked just months ago. Fuck, if she didn’t make him forget all about that while she was riding him. If he’d set her back, he’d never forgive himself.
But it made no sense. He wasn’t the first guy she’d fucked. She’d been at this for months.
“Hey!” he said with bite this time.
The sharp tone seemed to snap her out of whatever trance she’d fallen into. “Shit,” she said as she scrambled off him.
Her hands went to her mussed hair. She gripped the strands as though she was about to yank it out of her head. “What the fuck was that?” she yelled.
Rocket blinked. Anger? He’d just fucked her to a screaming orgasm, and she was pissed? “Um, fucking?” he said.
“You didn’t follow the rules!” She gathered her dress and shoes. “My room, my show, remember? You didn’t follow the fucking rules.” Her voice cracked. After she’d collected her belongings, she disappeared into the bathroom.
Five minutes later, hair in a pony tail and eyes red rimmed, Chloe burst from the bathroom and marched toward the hotel room door.
“You gonna leave me like this?” he asked, jangling the cuffs.
Hand on the doorknob, she turned to him. Regret was plain in her eyes. “Yes. I am. I’m sorry, but I don’t trust you anymore. You didn’t follow the rules. You took control. The key is in the dresser and the maid can use it to let you out in the morning.”
Then she was gone.
And Rocket was left bound to the bed feeling like the lowest shit on the planet.
You took control.
Her actions made sense now. The cuffs, the strangers, the no touching rule. Even the sex in general. Chloe wasn’t fucking these men. She was waging war against the horrors in her mind. Horrors she’d unfortunately experienced firsthand.
Chloe was assassinating an evil adversary, one cock at a time.
And if there was anything Rocket understood, it was how to eliminate an enemy.
CHAPTER SIX
“ONE MORE TIME. Just tell it one more time. Promise I won’t ask again,” Maverick said, one laugh away from having Rocket’s fist rearrange his smug face.
“You know you’re an asshole, right?” Rocket asked.
Mav shrugged as though totally at peace with the title. “Come on, brother, be a pal. I had a shitty day and could use another laugh. Just one more time.” As he spoke, he dug through a small leather case. “Here we go.” He held up a handcuff key.
“Gotta say, I’d be up for hearing it again too,” Zach chimed in from across the room, holding his beer bottle in front of his mouth as though it would somehow disguise his snicker.
“What the fuck do you ladies see in these dipshits anyway?” Rocket asked bouncing his gaze between Stephanie and Toni.
“Well,” Izzy chimed in, not for one second pretending to hide her smirk, “I for one—”
Rocket lifted a hand. “Wasn’t talking to you. You’re the worst ball buster of the bunch.” And it was true. Fierce as ever, Izzy had her ass-length black hair swept back in a tight braid that combined with her sharp mouth and take-no-prisoners attitude made most men’s balls shrivel. Not Jig’s though. He ate that shit up.
“Hey! I resent that. Being pregnant has really mellowed me out.”
The room grew dead silent as everyone avoided eye contact with Izzy.
“What? It has! Tell them, Jig.” She elbowed her fiancé in the gut. Hard. “Tell them how soft and maternal I’m becoming.”
“Oh yeah, sure, babe.” Jig rubbed his ribs with a wince. “You’re a fucking marshmallow.”
Izzy scowled at her ol’ man, lifting her elbow once again.
Jig flinched before grabbing her arm and yanking her close for a deep kiss.
The group chuckled at their typical exchange, except for Mav who made gagging noises. Regardless, the distraction allowed Rocket a moment out of the spotlight. He should have known better than to show up at Maverick’s door with the perfect ammunition, but Mav was the only brother he’d known for certain would be able to get the damn cuffs off. Figures, he’d forgotten Mav was having some kind of couples’ night or some bullshit.
Bunch of pussy-whipped fools his brothers were turning into.
After Chloe’s dramatic exit, he’d broken the slats on the bed with ease, dressed, then Ubered back to the bar, grabbed his truck, and returned to the hotel where he fixed the broken headboard. No point in leaving it in pieces when he could repair it in under fifteen minutes. At least Chloe wouldn’t be charged for damages.
Though with the way she left him shackled with his sticky dick flapping in the breeze, she might have deserved it. A smile curled his lips. He could think of a few more…interesting ways to punish the little runaway.
Once the room was in tip-top shape, he’d knocked on Mav’s door, cuffs dangling from each wrist, only to be greeted by three of his brothers and their tipsy women. The jokes began before his boots had even crossed the threshold.
Fuck my life.
“Just get these damn things off me, Mav.”
“Sure, brother. Happy to.” Maverick’s eyes twinkled.
Oh fuck, here it comes.
“I’ll get ’em off you. Soon as you tell us the story again.”
Rocket narrowed his eyes and glared at Maverick who just laughed. Waste of a good glower. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Met a chick at a bar. Took her to her hotel. Fucked her. She left. I came here. Happy?”
“Uh, no,” Stephanie said with a giggle, half hidden by Mav’s shoulder. “You kinda left out the best part. How’d you end up cuffed to the bed?”
“You too?”
With a sheepish grin, she shrugged.
“Maverick is a bad fucking influence. You used to be much nicer.”
Stephanie’s cheeks pinked.
He needed to get the damn things off, so… “She cuffed me, obviously. Then she left. I broke the fucking bed then drove here to get them off which was clearly a mistake.” He turned to Maverick. “You gonna help me or what?” Rocket held his right hand up, cuff swinging in Maverick’s face.
“You know,” Mav said as he grabbed Rocket’s wrist, spinning the cuff to find the keyhole. “Didn’t figure you for the submissive type. Tell me, brother, did she wear leather? Oooh maybe latex?” Mav bobbed his eyebrows. “She whip ya? Maybe drizzle you with candle wax? Damn, baby,” he said over his shoulder. “We may have to kick everyone out sooner than I planned.”
Stephanie’s face flamed even darker, but the heat in her eyes was unmistakable.
One cuff off. Rocket destroyed the enamel on his molars as he held up the other wrist.
“Let’s see,” Zach said, passing his beer to his ol’ lady, Toni. He darted across the room, and before Rocket had a chance to figure out what Zach’s intentions were, his shirt was being lifted and Zach was inspecting his skin, no doubt for red splotches.
“Huh,” Zach said, dodging Rocket’s swat. “Looks like bondage is his only kink.” He rose to his full height which was about a half inch taller than Rocket. “Unless the marks are somewhere we can’t see.”
“You touch my pants, and you’ll be looking for a surrogate to fuck your woman.”
“Hmm,” Toni said from across the room with a sly smile. Rocket had always admired her. The slender five-foot-five woman could handle their MC’s tough as nails enforcer with one arm tied behind her back. “Would I get to pick who he was?” One light brown eyebrow rose, but she kept her face neutral otherwise.
“Hey!” Zach turned to her. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I am totally on your side, babe,” Toni said with exaggerated sweetness. “It’s just, if he does unman you, I’d like some say in who will take your place in our bed.” She gave him an owl-eyed innocent smile.
“Fuck that,” Zach growled. “He rips off my dick, I’ll bronze it and still fuck you with it.”
Toni’s expression morphed into one of disgust. “Sorry, Rocket, you’re on your own. Having your back isn’t worth the risk.”
“So, you were trying to help him?” Zach stalked over to her. “Toss me those cuffs when you’re done, Mav. Someone needs to be taught a lesson.”
The sound of the second handcuff being released was eclipsed by Toni’s husky laughter.
Jesus, it was like he’d stepped into a fucking soft-core porno flick. “Knock yourself out,” he said, tossing the cuffs to Zach who caught both one handed while trying to sneak his other hand under Toni’s blouse.
“Hey, Rocket, all kidding aside, are you okay?” Stephanie asked, teasing gone. The room grew quiet.
Fuck, he wasn’t about to talk about any of the shit going on in his head. He knew he had to answer for some of his erratic behavior lately, but he’d be doing that with Copper, and C
opper alone. “I’m good, babe. No need to worry about me. You got more than enough to worry about right there.” He pointed to Maverick who slid his arm around his woman’s waist and tugged her close.
They were tight. All his brothers had close relationships with their ol’ ladies. Beyond close. When they patched in, every man pledged to put the club above all else, relationships included, but Rocket had no doubt their priorities shifted when they claimed their women. He’d never experienced a relationship like that. Where there was one person who meant the entire world to him. One person he valued above all. In the military, he’d learned to trust and work with his brothers in arms, to function as a team before an individual. Then again in the MC, the brotherhood was strong and bonded by fire and blood. He’d lay down his life for any of his brothers, or even their women, as he’d have done for his fellow Marines.
But the connections his brothers had with their women were different. He couldn’t fully explain it because he’d never experienced it, but it was even more than being willing to die for someone. It was being willing to live for them.
He ran a hand down his face. Jesus, he needed some fucking sleep.
“Wanna hang for a while?” Mav asked.
With all the monogamy? Fuck no. “Nah, I’m out, brother.”
“Hey,” Zach said as Rocket started for the door.
He stopped and faced his brother.
“Prez wants to talk to you Monday afternoon. You free?”
Ahh, his day of reckoning had finally come. “I can move some stuff around.” With so much going on lately, including being gravely injured, Copper hadn’t set the time aside to talk to, or chew the ass off Rocket.
Looked like tomorrow was the day.
CHAPTER SEVEN
HE’D MADE HER come.
He’d made her come.
It was the first orgasm she’d experienced since the kidnapping. And it was a gooood one. One of those toe-curling, mind-numbing, soul-shaking orgasms that left her feeling both exhausted and energized at the same time.