Twisted Tales of Mayhem: 2019 MMM Special Edition Anthology

by Sapphire Knight

  I don’t get it.

  Her breathing is rapid as I reach her, so I step in close and can smell her fruity scented hair. I put my hand up on the doorframe right by her head, and she steps in even closer to me looking at my bloodied bicep, then follows the line up to my face. She swallows hard, then moves her arms out to wrap around my waist. I furrow my brows wondering what she’s doing as she leans in embracing me. Her head sinks in against my chest as she hugs me tightly. I stiffen, not knowing what to do as she giggles. That fucking giggle.

  “You’re so tense, Aero. I’m thanking you for saving me… again.” I can only just hear through my still adjusting ears as she mumbles against my chest. I sink into her bringing my arm down from the doorway and wrap it around her. It’s still holding my gun, so I press it flat to her back as my other comes up behind her head. My fingers sink into her soft fucking hair—in this moment I know I’m done for. Holding her feels so fucking right as I start walking her back inside her room. She’s been locked up in here for a month, she’s just had her first taste of freedom, and yet she allows me to lead her back in. I kick the door shut with my foot. Somehow it manages to close, even with the broken lock.

  She looks up at me as I heave for breath. There’s no light on in here, I can’t see properly, my eyes are fogging, and it’s sending my senses into overdrive. That, plus the ringing in my ear is still tingling away at my senses. My hearing and sight are now impaired.

  What the fuck am I doing right now?

  I think I’ve lost my damn mind when that gun went off next to my head.

  As if to read my inner battle, Estella steps up on her toes, her hands wrapping around my neck to pull me closer. “Let me take the lead,” she murmurs.

  My eyes open wide, and I don’t know what to do.

  My head is telling me to stop.

  My training tells me she’s playing me to get free.

  But my gut? My gut is telling me to go with it. That she’s on my side. That she’s feeling this like I am. That this is real.

  “Fuck it!” I grunt as I slam my lips to hers.

  A spark ignites in my motherfucking dead soul. Her kiss is hard, it’s forceful, she wants this as her tongue collides with mine while I edge her toward the bed. Our tongues battling together while her hands fist in my hair, tugging and pulling just the way I fucking like it. I drop my gun to the floor by her bed.

  A dumb ass move? Probably, as my hands slide up under her tank top. I pull it up over her head, our lips detaching momentarily as I pull it off, throwing it to the floor. Our lips collide once more as my hands snake around her back, and I unclip her bra. It falls to the floor between us freeing her ample-size breasts. My hand slides up her side moving in toward her tit as I squeeze her mound, hard. She moans into my mouth, pressing her chest forward. I pinch her nipple making her gasp as she breaks her lips from mine. My head moves to her neck as I run my tongue along her tender skin. She whimpers while my fingers move to her shorts, and I undo the button, my fingers looping in the hem as I bend pulling her shorts and panties down then drop to my knees. Her fast breaths continue as I take in her gorgeous naked body. Even though I can’t see her perfectly because of my damned eyes, I can still tell she’s fucking beautiful as she gnaws on her bottom lip.

  My hands run up her thighs, my fingers sliding closer to her pussy. Her body’s trembling as I slide my finger to her clit. She’s so wet for me already. I smile, my entire body becoming more excited because now I know she isn’t trying to play me. She’s actually turned on by this like I am.

  My cock’s so fucking hard I can’t stand it as I press on her clit, circling. Her soft moans echo through the room, and I can’t help but hear them, even with my muted hearing. Her husky tone is turning me on as her body rocks against my hand. I’m having trouble focusing as her fingers grip onto my hair so hard it almost hurts, but it sends a wave of pleasure straight to my cock.

  I have a feeling Estella likes sex a little rough, and the idea ignites a fire inside me.

  I flick on her clit a little faster. Her moans coming quicker and more frequent as her body shudders and convulses against me. Her legs wobble, and I lean in biting her thigh, not hard, just enough to send another sensation through her body as I continue my movements on her clit. It’s enough to send her over the edge, her entire body tenses as she splinters off into a thousand pieces coming hard.

  Her entire body slumps like she’s having trouble standing, so I grab her, picking her up and flinging her onto the bed. Her body flops and bounces a few times on the springy mattress as her hooded eyes watch me carefully. I grab my wallet from my back pocket and pull out a condom. Her eyes gleam with a bright smile as I place it on the bed beside her, then quickly get to work on my clothes.

  I pull off my cut, placing it on the end of the bed neatly. Then I don’t fuss with my shirt, jeans, or boots as I yank them off throwing them to the floor with her clothes. I don’t miss the way her eyes look me up and down while taking in my toned body with satisfaction. Her eyes focus in on my tenting briefs as I grin sliding them down. An audible gasp exits her mouth as I stand back up showing her my fucking huge cock. I know I’m big.

  Reaching down, I grab the condom packet, but it’s kinda hard for me to see. Estella must sense my apprehension as she sits up grasping the pack from my hands. “Here, let me,” she offers, and I chuckle.

  A woman has never put a condom on me. I guess there’s a first for everything.

  She rips the packet with her teeth and fuck if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen as she pulls out the latex and places it over my tip. Her hand comes out and begins to roll it down my hard cock. I hiss between my teeth at the feeling of her fingers on me. My eyes close relishing in the touch. She feels so fucking good, and it’s only her goddamn hand.

  “Fuck, Estella.”

  Her other hand comes out grabbing my ass to pull me to her. I grin, she really is taking the lead on this. She falls back on the bed as I move in over the top of her. Fuck if I’ve been this fucking intimate with a woman in a long ass time. Most women I fuck, I do it dirty, I do it hard. Generally from behind, so I don’t have to be close, so I don’t have to do intimacy.

  This is close, this is… real.

  Her legs wrap around my ass as I try to focus in on her. It’s so hard to get my bearings, I can barely hear, I can hardly see. My senses are all over the fucking place. All I know is I can feel her, she’s all around me. Why this had to happen at night is beyond me. During the day I’d be able to see her properly.

  Her fingers slide up my back, and the feeling sends a tingle all the way down my fucking spine straight to my cock. Her nails grazing against my skin is like a sensation overload. I’m not sure why this feels so different from normal. The only thing I can put it down to is because two of my senses are fucked, so my touch sensation has gone haywire.

  Her nails dig into my back and ass, edging me to move, so I do. I line my cock up with her pussy ready to get this started. I try to look at her, but she’s just a fuzz, so I close my eyes letting my touch sensation take over as I thrust up inside of her. Her tight warmth rushes around me as I push further in. I gasp out as her nails dig in deep. I’m sure she’ll be drawing blood.

  I’m joined with Estella, and it feels fucking indescribable.

  I groan out in euphoria as my head falls down into the crook of her neck while I move. Her legs wrapped tightly around me as I pump inside her. Energy swarms around me, it’s like I’m fucking for the first time, it’s that intense. Her husky moans echo through the room, just loud enough to make this even more of an experience as I thrust up deep inside her.

  My balls tighten. Tingles slither up and down my spine as the adrenaline kicks in. Not seeing, barely hearing, it’s like a whole new world. I don’t know if this is as amazing for Estella, but fuck if I don’t want to be buried inside of her every fucking day for as long as goddamn possible.

  Suddenly, without hesitation, she makes a move that startles me. She pushes
me over to roll on my back. I let her, then she sits on top of me. She’s in control like she said she was going to do, she has all the power now. This could be a bad play on my part, but fuck I’m too far in this now not to let it play out.

  Her hands move to my chest as mine shift to her hips helping her ride me. Her hips are grinding like fucking magic on top of me. Her husky moans are filling the room as she rides me fucking perfectly. My cock aches, begging for release, as she slides up and down bringing me right to the fucking edge.

  I feel her pussy tighten and constrict around my cock, and I know she’s getting close too. Her body rocks and rides my cock as we move together climbing for our mutual climaxes. The sensations rolling through me are like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and Estella bringing this out in me makes me feel like there’s more here than Crest was telling me.

  This isn’t Stockholm syndrome.

  This isn’t an infatuation.

  This here is real chemistry, and as we rock back and forth, my balls pull up. My back arches off the bed with the tension. I’ve never felt this, this power surging through me, the sensation overload as her pussy clenches. Both of us are covered in sweat as we both shudder, our bodies tensing as I hold my breath. My balls pull up as pins and needles race down my legs. My cock twitches as she digs her nails into my chest while my fingers grasp onto her hips, and I explode hot cum inside the condom with a loud groan while she explodes in a wild orgasm at the same time.

  Estella falls on top of me as I jolt a couple of times, a few extra bursts of cum shooting out as she cuddles into me, planting feather light kisses on my jaw. My hands run up and down her back as she lays on me, and I let out a small chuckle.

  “Fuck!”

  She giggles. “I had no idea.”

  That fucking giggle.

  I smooth her hair back from her face, finally opening my eyes to look at her. She’s still a haze, but I can see clearly enough. “About what?”

  She smiles at me. “That it would be that good.”

  I chuckle. “Does that mean you thought about it?”

  “Aero, I’ve thought about sleeping with you since the first day I was locked in here.”

  I raise my brow and let out a stifled laugh.

  She moves up, and the friction on my cock makes me want to start this all over again, but she looks down at me, and from what I can see, it’s a serious look on her face. “Aero… can I ask you something?”

  I run my fingers up the sides of her thighs wondering what this could be, so I nod. “Yeah.”

  She exhales. “What’s your name?”

  Swallowing, I figure I’m in deep with Estella.

  Do I trust her?

  I know I shouldn’t.

  But I do.

  “Noah… the name’s Noah.”

  She inhales sharply like she’s shocked I told her, then she sniffs like she’s holding back tears. “Thank you. That means a lot to me, Noah.”

  I smile tilting my head. “Still call me Aero.”

  She giggles, my cock twitches in response. “Okay, but thank you for telling me.”

  Estella leans in pressing her lips to mine. The kiss is slow, passionate, and I kiss her back meaning it. I shared something with her I shouldn’t have, but I care about her. I don’t want her to die. I can’t let her die at the hands of my brothers even though she knows way too much. I want our club to go down a different path, not to kill first and ask questions later.

  She slides off me to the other side of the bed, and I sit up pulling off the condom and tying a knot in it then throwing it in the trash can. She sits up watching me as I move to pull on my clothes. Estella shifts to the edge of the bed next to me and glances down at my gun. She doesn’t make a move for it as I get dressed. Instead, she stays naked as I pick up my gun and walk to the door. I turn back to look at her, anxiety rolling through me with what I’m about to say.

  After what we’ve just shared—a notorious night—I don’t want to lose this, but I can’t keep her here with the idea she’s here against her will.

  I don’t want her to die if she’s not on our side either.

  So, I make a choice.

  Turning back to face her, I flick on the light switch to her room. I close my eyes as the brightness hits and takes hold. The light is filtering against my eyelids, but I slowly open them, blinking a few times allowing them to adjust. I want to see her one last time. She sits on the edge of the bed assessing me, her gloriously olive naked body is everything I imagined it would be as I smile at her. My cock’s instantly hard again.

  She frowns at me as I sniff. “You can go if you want to. I’ll arrange for you to sneak out. I know you won’t say anything.”

  Her eyes go wide as she shifts her body opening her posture more to me.

  God, she’s beautiful.

  “If it’s all the same to you, Aero…” she looks right into my eyes, a hint of something unspoken, a hint of emotion, a hint of loyalty there, “… I’d like to stay.”

  TO BE CONTINUED

  in a full-length novel coming soon

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Duke

  March 1973

  Every jail cell I’d ever been in smelled the same, a mixture of piss, puke, and whatever the cheap as hell aftershave every cop seemed to drown themselves in. The Fulton County drunk tank was no exception. It was Saturday afternoon and the cell was already over capacity by the time my bedraggled ass was tossed in.

  This was my third run-in with Georgia’s finest since I’d returned home, and my father was gonna be none too pleased, but what the fuck did I care? He was just another on a long list of people that hated my guts. He was still angry that I’d gone off and joined the Army, and the whole country was pissed off now that I was back home. The college kids and hippies called me ‘baby killer’ and the straight people tried to pretend I didn’t exist. I could scarcely blame them for that. Most of the country, including myself, wanted to pretend Vietnam had never happened.

  The ‘busted taillight’ I’d been pulled over for had been working just fine until the patrolman took his nightstick to it. Then came the questions about where I’d been and where I was going, followed up with a barrage of insults about the way I was dressed, my bike, and my hair. I was booked on some half-assed charges of reckless driving, and resisting arrest, and whatever else the hell they were bound to tack on for shits n’ giggles.

  “What about my phone call?” I asked as the guard shoved me into the cell.

  “I’ll make sure and add your name to the list,” he replied and pulled a pad and pen from his pocket. “Now, tell me. Is ‘Shithead’ spelled exactly the way it sounds?”

  The drunk tank erupted with laughter as the guard stared me down. I knew better than to push these good ol’ boys too far and stowed my comments.

  “That’s what I thought,” the guard replied. “Now, shut the fuck up and find a seat before I come back here with the firehose and wash the stink out of this cell.”

  I scoped out my surroundings and saw I’d been temporarily housed with an assortment of bums and junkies, as well as a half dozen bikers in kuttes that read Burning Saints. I’d been riding in and around Savannah since I was a kid, but had never heard of their club, so assumed they must be local to Atlanta. I was in my riding leathers and hoped they didn’t want to start any shit with me. Six-on-one wasn’t my idea of a go
od time, and my lack of a patch made me a target for biker gangs.

  I found a free space on the floor, next to a skinny, nervous looking kid in a dirty T-shirt, and slumped down against the filthy grey wall. It didn’t take long before the chatty young cell mate struck up a conversation.

  “Hey, man. My name’s Pete. H…h…how you d…d…d…doing?” he stuttered.

  “Well, Pete. I’m in fuckin’ jail, so how do you think I’m doing?” I replied.

  Pete laughed, even though my response was delivered without a trace of humor. “W…What’s your n…n…name, man?”

  “Look, no offense but I’m not in a real talkative mood right now, so if you don’t mind…,” I said, closing my eyes and tilting my head back, hoping Pete would get the hint that I was going to attempt to sleep.

  Pete did not get the hint.

  “Y…y…yeah, man. I g…get it. I was just hoping that m…m…maybe you were h…holding. Ya know?”

  “Holding? We’re in a jail cell.”

  “I know. I j…j…just figured you’ve g…g…got a lot of p…p…p…pockets on your v…vest, so m…maybe you’d have a little s…s…something to take the edge off, ya know?”

  “Sorry, man. More of a Budweiser man myself.”

  “Hey, P…P…peckerhead,” a voice shouted from across the cell. “You’d better pray you get outta here before I do, ’cause you’re gonna need a head start.”

  Pete’s eyes darted to the floor and he fidgeted nervously.

  This kid was obviously in a bad way, and not just from dope withdrawals.

  “I’m gonna f…f…fuck you up, boy,” the faceless voice taunted.

  “What’s that all about?” I asked.

  “That’s my brother-in-law, R…R…Ronnie.”

  “Sounds like you did something to piss ol’ Ronnie off.”

  “You c…c…could say that,” Pete replied, his eyes still pinned to the shitty, worn out linoleum.