I nibble on her ass cheek, making her squirm before running my thumbs up the seam of her sex, spreading her lips wide as my fingers grip her thighs to keep her in place. I can see how wet she is as her folds glisten in the harsh bathroom lighting.
I slide both thumbs inside her, making her curse out my name even as a rush of wetness greets me. I pull her open again and study her. If I’m making her uncomfortable, she doesn’t show it.
“Such a good girl,” I mutter, remembering belatedly that she can't hear me. Well, that's okay, there are other ways for me to share my appreciation.
I slip my tongue inside her, my thumbs keeping her wide open for me to delve in and enjoy every drop of nectar that each lick and stroke of my tongue tastes. I push in deeper, fucking in and out of her with my tongue rapidly like a tiny cock before slipping down a little further and swiping my tongue over her clit. I flick over the bundle of nerves harder and harder with each pass until her legs are shaking and my face is soaked in her juices. Just when I have her poised on the edge of release, I stand up, ignoring her mewl of disappointment, and turn her around before lifting her up and settling her on the edge of the counter, facing me.
I spread her legs wide, stepping between them, and devour her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips. My hard dick stands proud between us, wanting nothing more than to be buried within her velvet pussy, but I’m not done teasing her yet.
“So, you like my hands on you, huh?” I question her, making sure her eyes are on my face.
“Yes, god, yes!” she answers when I dip my head and suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth for a second before releasing it with a loud pop.
“And my mouth? You like my lips, teeth, and tongue on you?” I question, already knowing the answer but I love driving her crazy.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her body in desperate need of release.
“What about my cock, Megan? You like that?” I ask her as I grip it at the base and drag it slowly through her folds.
“Please,” she begs, making my cock throb and leak in response.
“Please what, Megan? What do you want?” I tease, still holding back, making her delirious with want and need.
“I just want you, Grim, please fuck me,” she implores. The grin that stretches across my face must look as devilish as it feels because a tremor runs through her and a small frown mars her brow.
“All in good time, my little Raven. First, we play.” I slip one hand down and push two fingers into her, hard.
“Hmm… so wet. So responsive.” I use the other hand to reach behind her and grab my toothbrush and switch it on. The vibrations seem overly loud in the small room.
“Grim,” her voice croaks out with a mix of worry and need.
“Shh… don’t think, just feel,” I tell her, then bring the rotating bristle down on one of her nipples.
“Ahhh...” she screams, but it’s not in pain. Oh no, as I piston my fingers in and out of her, I feel her coat my hand in her arousal.
I move the brush to the other nipple and suck the now sensitive one into my mouth again.
“Fuck, fuck. Grim!” she sobs as I tease back and forth over them both until I know she can’t handle anymore. That’s when I start to trail the toothbrush lower.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” comes out all garbled, making me laugh, then groan as my dick brushes up against her overheated core.
I flick the switch and the toothbrush turns off but I don’t pull it away. I keep moving it lower as her eyes watch its descent with trepidation.
Sliding my fingers from inside her, I tease her entrance with the bristles of the brush before sliding it up over her clit to the very top edge of it. Using my free hand, I line my cock up with her entrance and surge inside her just as I flip the switch and the toothbrush whirls to life.
She screams and squeezes my dick so hard when she comes, I have to fight not to explode from one stoke.
I hammer into her as she rides out the wave of what has to be the most intense orgasm I’ve ever witnessed.
“Too much,” she begs with tears in her eyes so I slow my movements and turn the toothbrush off, pulling it away from her pussy and popping it in my mouth with a smile at the scandalized look on her face.
I toss the toothbrush in the sink and grip her hips hard.
“Hold on tight,” is the only warning I give her as I fuck her into the middle of next week. Instead of shying away from my aggression, she leans forward and wraps one arm around my neck and the other grips my hair. She pulls my hair back hard, making me groan, then her mouth is on mine, her tongue demanding entrance, and she isn't taking no for an answer. I feel a tingle at the base of my dick but I try to fight it, wanting to stay inside her forever. But then the little minx bites the side of my neck hard and I erupt, painting the entrance to her cervix.
We don’t move for a second, both of us panting hard but eventually, she pulls back enough to place a soft kiss on my lips that’s so at odds with the crazy fucking from moments ago that I feel another chink appear in my armor.
“You are a pervert,” she tells me but she has a smile on her beautifully flushed face. “And I fucking loved it,” she murmurs against my lips.
I hum in pleasure and gently pull my aching cock from its new favorite place.
“I wasn’t too rough?” I question, knowing she will at the very least have fingerprint shaped bruises on her hips tomorrow.
“It was perfect. There is just one thing…” she says, me chewing her lip.
I grab the washcloth and hold it over her dripping pussy and look up, waiting for her to finish.
“What’s that?”
“We are so getting you a new toothbrush.”
Chapter Fifteen
Megan
Friday rolls around bringing with it a nervous kind of anticipation. Over the last few days, the hostile stares have eased, at least for the most part. People even spoke to me in a friendly manner. I don't know why I found that harder to deal with than all the animosity. Maybe it's because hostility was what I was used to and sometimes there is comfort in the familiar, even if the familiar is bad for you.
When people greet me and smile or ask about my day, there is always that moment of doubt that’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like that scene in the Stephen King movie Carrie, where she gets tricked and ends up with blood all over her on prom night and a roomful of people laughing at her, that’s what I’ve been waiting for. So far, so good, no blood showers as of yet.
As I slip a silver hoop into my ear, I take a step back, check my reflection in the mirror, and smirk. The guys left an hour ago for church but I imagine they're done now. When they see what I’m wearing, they’re likely going to kill me.
In my defense, they dumped this party information on my head at lunchtime. When I tried to back out, they informed me that as their old lady it was mandatory that I go. Of course, that’s utter bullshit. I swear they forget I grew up with bikers.
Sure, old ladies are welcome to most of the parties but they don’t have to go. Most women don't want to sit around watching aging bikers getting their dicks sucked by the club girls. And then there are the brothers that prefer to leave their old ladies at home so they can fuck whoever they want.
In that sense, I’m glad they want me to go. It shows they aren't interested in the other girls but I want to be there tonight about as much as I want to get a Pap test.
Well, if they are going to force me to go even though I will be uncomfortable as fuck, then I’m determined to even the score and make them uncomfortable too. If this outfit doesn't make them hard, nothing will.
The white sleeveless T-shirt with the slash neck was a steal at a few dollars, but what's the point in spending more when I was going to cut most of it away? And that's what I did. The T-shirt now stops just below my boobs. In fact, it’s so short that if I lift my arms, you can see the bottom of my white lace bra underneath.
I teamed it with a pair of dark denim shorts. They aren't short enou
gh to get a flash of the money shot but they are short enough to leave little to the imagination. They are so tight, they look like they’ve been sprayed on.
On my feet, I’m rocking six-inch stiletto thigh-high black leather boots, which make my legs look endlessly long and give my look a sexy, edgy vibe.
I’m showing a lot of skin but at the same time not revealing anything I shouldn't be. It’s all about the tease tonight.
I tousled my hair in large beachy waves, giving me a just fucked look, and slapped on a coat of mascara before finishing with fire engine red lipstick.
Jax once told me that red-stained lips cause a short circuit in a man’s brain because men are hardwired to think of those red lips wrapped around their cocks. Well, tonight I will be testing his theory.
I slip the key card in my back pocket, glad that Viper had these locks updated since I was a kid. The old locks were a joke. A blindfolded amputee would have been able to pick it in seconds.
I open the door, knowing Kaz is out there waiting for me. He seems to have become my unofficial bodyguard when my guys aren't around.
For all Viper’s talk about turning this club around, he doesn't seem to trust everyone in it.
Kaz turns to face me when he hears the door open, then stands staring with his mouth wide open.
“Holy fucking shit!”
I smile at his words. That is exactly the kind of reaction I was going for.
He grabs his phone and sends a text before looking me up and down again. He doesn't give off a skeevy vibe, more analytical. It doesn't make me cringe but it does make me wonder what he’s thinking.
“I hope you know what you're doing, Raven.” Ah, I see the name is catching on.
“I don't know what you are talking about,” I deny, fighting back a smile as we head towards the compound.
“You okay walking in those?” he asks, looking down at my heels.
“I can run and do a roundhouse kick in these babies,” I tell him, making him laugh. “Wanna see?”
“I’ll just take your word for it.”
I shrug. “Suit yourself.”
“So, what did they do to piss you off this time?”
“They're making me come to this thing tonight. Isn't that enough?”
“We’re not all bad, Megan. You just have to give us a chance,” he says reproachfully, as I feel a strong bass beat out of the clubhouse when someone opens the door.
“You mean like the chance everyone gave me?” I bite back but then sigh. “You're right, sorry, I shouldn't have snapped. I’m just on edge and I don't even know why. I feel like something is going on. I don't know what, call it a sixth sense or a woman's intuition or whatever. I don't care, but something feels off.” I shake my head, knowing I’m not really making any sense. The pounding beat softens as the door closes.
“I trust Viper, Zero, Grim, and you. Right now it’s enough, but I promise to make more of an effort, okay? Thanks for the TED talk.” I nudge him with my elbow as he reaches for the door and indicates for me to go in ahead of him.
Even after six years of silence, it’s still a bizarre thing to step into a room full of people and hear nothing. I can see people laughing, fighting, hell, there’s a guy fucking a club girl up against the wall, and yet it’s all done with the absence of sound. It’s easy to feel disconnected from everyone and just another reason why I don’t want to be here.
Kaz indicates the far corner where I spot Grim and Zero laughing about something. Turning back to Kaz, I frown.
“Where’s Viper?” I ask before I feel hands on my hips. I don't flinch. Even if Kaz’s smile didn't give it away, I’d recognize those hands anywhere.
Kaz disappears into the crowd when I turn to face Viper. I look up and find his heated eyes burning through my clothes, leaving me standing bare before him.
“I’m going to spank the shit out of you later,” he tells me, making me smile.
“Promise?” I give him a wink as I pull away and head over towards the guys in the corner. I feel Viper’s eyes on my ass so I make sure I put just enough sway in my hips to drive him mad.
Grim sees me first. His shock gives way to anger, then lust then, as he scans the room, to jealousy.
Zero turns to see what’s caught his attention and spits his drink out.
“Fuck me!” he says in awe, making me feel like a goddess.
“Well, it wouldn't be the first time I’ve fucked in front of a room full of people,” I muse, deliberately winding him up. Of course, he had taken a second swig of his beer as I said that and ends up choking on it.
“Zero, Zero, Zero,” I tease, stepping up to him and bending down to whisper in his ear, knowing Viper is getting quite the view of my ass.
“You’re supposed to swallow, not spit. Tsk, tsk.” I shake my head then let out a little squeal when I find myself picked up and plonked down on Viper’s lap. Or should I say, on Viper’s very hard cock. If I didn't think I would look like a complete idiot, I would pat myself on the back. Mission complete, Megan.
An hour later, I realize there is a reason you shouldn't play games with bikers because they play dirty.
They’ve each insisted on a hug. I use the term loosely because it was more an excuse to grope me and get me all hot and bothered more than anything else.
A pretty girl wearing a red halter top and a pair of Daisy Dukes far shorter than mine approaches the table with a tray of drinks for us. They each snag a beer while I go for a bottle of water, feeling the heat in more ways than one.
“Thanks, Legs,” Viper tells the pretty blonde. She smiles at him and then at me too as I’m perched on the end of his knee. It's a refreshing change from the other girls that look at me like I’m either competition or a threat. I wink at her, making her blush, before leaning back against Viper’s chest.
“If I had been flirting with her, you would have cut my balls off,” Grim quips before taking a sip of his beer.
“I gave her a wink, not an orgasm, Grim. Just saying, out of the four of us, I’m probably the only one who hasn't had my fingers inside her, so I wouldn't go there if I were you.” I pick up my water and take a sip, moaning as the icy cool liquid slips down my throat.
No wonder these girls wear hardly any clothes, it’s like a fucking sauna in here.
I look up and find Zero and Grim staring at me. A quick look over my shoulder shows Viper is staring at me too.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“You know we’ve been with the club girls,” Zero tells me, making me frown. Where the heck is he going with this?
“Yeah… what's your point?” I question, looking over at Grim for an answer.
“I think we're waiting for the kicking and screaming,” he points out.
“It’s called trust, Grim. Who came before me is irrelevant. I wasn't a virgin when I arrived, so it would be a little hypocritical to judge you for your actions before I walked into your lives. Now that I’m here, I trust you not to dip your wick anywhere else while you have a candle burning for you at home.” I shrug, what's not to get?
“Are you—” Grim’s words stop abruptly. I turn to see Viper on his phone and whatever they are saying to him has his face morphing from disbelief to homicidal rage. Oh boy.
He hangs up and eases me to my feet before stepping in front of me and addressing Zero and Grim. His words have the same effect on them that the phone call had on him.
I tug on his arm, making him look down at me.
“What's going on?” I ask, worried by their abrupt change of behavior.
“Club business,” he tells me, turning back to the guys as my shoulders drop. Right, of course.
He finishes telling them whatever he needs to then turns back to me as Zero disappears.
“Zero, Grim, and I need to head out for a while. We wouldn't leave you if it wasn't urgent, but it is. I want you to stay here—” I interrupt him, not wanting to stay here without them.
“I’ll just go back to our apartment and wait there. I’m ki
nd of tired anyway,” I admit but he shakes his head.
“I need you to stay here. Something is going on and I need to know you’ll be protected.” I’m ready to argue again but he throws me a look saying I won't win this battle. He’s not Viper right now, he’s President of the Chaos Demons so I nod my head and agree.
“Good. I want you to sit at the bar and have a drink or two. Kaz will be watching you. Don’t go anywhere without him, not even to the bathroom, all right? You don't have your patch yet and even though the guys know the score, I’m not willing to take any unnecessary risks with you.”
That's kind of sweet in a how-fucked-up-is-it-that-I-can't-go-to-the-bathroom-alone kind of way.
I sigh and nod as he plants a kiss on my mouth and then he’s gone. Grim follows suit, after a quick kiss, he trails Viper through the crowd, leaving me still none the wiser as to what the fuck is going on.
I sit at the bar alone for the next hour, nursing the same drink Kaz gave me before he was called over by one of the other guys. It’s more for show anyway. I won't be getting drunk around these guys anytime soon. I look at the mirrored paneling behind the bar which offers me an unobstructed view of the room behind me. I hate having my back to people I don't trust, but the mirror acts as a second set of eyes.
It’s starting to quiet down a little as people drift back to their rooms for the fucking portion of the evening but being here alone is still making me feel a touch antsy. I’d rather wait for the guys back in our room but when they ran out of here on club business, I gave in, not wanting to fight with Viper when he was needed elsewhere. I know I have Kaz and another prospect watching over me until they get back but it’s not the same.
For the most part, people have left me alone, some throwing me a look of curiosity, some throwing a little shade, and some are just downright hostile now that my guys aren't here to beat them bloody for it. It takes some serious skill to piss off so many people without actually doing a thing to earn it. I feel like I should at least get a trophy or a crown or something.
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