SLY: Kings of Carnage MC

by Nicole James

  Settling between my thighs, Sly fits like he’s always belonged there, like I finally found my missing piece.

  I moan while devouring his mouth with my kisses. I can’t get enough.

  He doesn’t give me much time with his lips on mine, because a moment later, he’s sliding down my body and spreading me wide with his shoulders.

  At the first stroke of Sly’s thumb over my pussy, my hips are lifting off the bed. It’s just a barely-there touch, and yet it’s electrifying. All my nerve endings are on heightened awareness.

  I look down my body to watch him. He’s giving my pussy all his attention, watching his own hand as he strokes. Then his gaze lifts to mine, and he dips his head to stroke me with his tongue.

  My eyes drift shut and my head tilts back when he rolls my pussy lips with both thumbs, again and again, seeking out and finding my clit with his tongue.

  My hands fist in the fabric of the comforter and my hips lift off the bed, following his mouth, wanting more.

  He gives it to me, one long stroke of his tongue after another. He pins my hips down to keep me on the bed, stroking me with his tongue at his leisure until it’s not enough and I’m begging.

  “Please, Sly.”

  He dips two fingers to my opening and thrusts inside, making me gasp. Those long digits seek out and find my trigger spot and I moan. Then he rotates little massaging circles around it, pressing upward, and soon I’m panting with need.

  “Oh, God … Sly.”

  “Like that, kitten?”

  “Yes, yes.”

  He adds his thumb to the mix, brushing my clit over and over, then slides up my torso to suck hard on my nipple while he keeps at me with his hand, and when he bites down, I explode in orgasm.

  He works me slowly and softly down until he’s wrenched every last flutter from me. I’m gasping for air, my breasts rising and falling.

  He presses kisses up my trembling belly to lave both nipples, sucking and nibbling until they’re both engorged red buds, super sensitive to every brush of his mouth and beard. It’s so delicious and I don’t want him to let up.

  “These are going to be tender tomorrow,” he warns with a devilish grin. “I want them that way. I want you to go braless and think of me every time your shirt rubs against them.”

  I feel another rush of response at his dirty words. I’m tempted to do it.

  “Think I’m kiddin’?”

  “Aren’t you?”

  “No ma’am. Not lettin’ you leave here with that bra.” He grins.

  Oh, God, this boy is trouble. I’m not sure there’s anything he could ask that I would refuse right now.

  He stretches over my body, reaching for the nightstand, and digs a condom out of the drawer. I turn my head to watch.

  “Handy,” I tease him.

  He grins and rises up on his knees, then tears the foil open with his teeth and rolls it on his erection. He gave me relief, but I see he’s still in need.

  Grabbing my legs, Sly hauls me to him, and I’m speared by his deep thrust.

  Holy fuck. He fills me so completely as his face tenses with his reaction.

  “Goddamn, baby. You’re so tight; you fit me like a glove.” I’m soaking wet and he slides easily in and out, picking up speed until our bodies are slapping together. He strokes me with his thumb until I’m jerking against him in reaction, climbing that mountain again.

  “I want to watch your face as you come around my dick, kitten. I want to feel that pussy clench down tight on me like a fucking fist.”

  I give it to him, unable to keep my body from responding to his demands as I slide over that crest, and it’s so fucking good—so, so good.

  “That’s my girl.” Sly’s words hiss as he pounds into me and then goes stock-still when he comes long and hard, his face a mask of erotic nirvana.

  He collapses down on me, both our bodies slick with sweat, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. He presses soft, sweet kisses along my shoulder between heavy breaths. I love the feel of his beard against my skin. I want it everywhere, all over me. I want to lay here and let him trail his mouth on every inch of my bare flesh.

  I grin, and then giggle at the thought.

  He pulls back and stares down at me. “What?”

  I shake my head. “I’m just happy.”

  He grins and quirks a brow. “I’m not done with you yet, pretty girl. Wait here.” He stands and goes into the bathroom to deal with the condom.

  When he returns, he starts kissing me again, and then moves on to give my breasts more attention. He’s right, they’re super sensitive and I know I’ll feel them tomorrow in a deliciously aching way, remembering every moment with him.

  I arch my back and he lifts his head and grins, pleased that I like his obsession with my nipples as much as he does. He reaches up and pinches them both, and I almost orgasm just from that alone. I moan and tip my head back.

  “You like that, angel? You like that nip of pain?”

  I nod, unable to speak.

  “I’ll remember that next time.”

  I drop my head and meet his eyes. “Will there be a next time?”

  He nods. “Oh, yeah. There’s gonna be a next time, and a time after that, and a time after that. I got my hooks in you now, girl. Not lettin’ you go so easy.”

  He strokes his palms gently over my body, sensitizing me to his every touch as he murmurs in a low, sexy voice. “You were made for sex. You were made for a man to touch you, to worship you, and fill you up until you can take no more.”

  Then he flipped me to my stomach and pressed kisses down my back.

  “I love your beard. I love the feel of it on me.”

  “Pleased to hear it. Get used to it.”

  I smile and enjoy the sensation—light, teasing, arousing—down my spine, across my cheeks, my thighs, and my calves and then back up.

  Just as suddenly, Sly’s closing his hands on my hips and dragging me up to my knees, ass in the air. He positions himself behind me and rubs the head of his erection in circles at my soaking wet pussy.

  “Toss me a condom, babe.”

  Thank God he remembered because I was lost in the moment and the oh-so-erotic sensations. I turn my head and stretch out my arm, just managing to grab one then pass it over my shoulder. He nabs it and I hear the foil tear.

  A moment later, he plunges inside me with no warning, and oh God, it’s heaven. I moan and bury my face in the comforter, stretching my arms out over my head and arch like a cat, taking him all in.

  “That’s my kitten.”

  He pulls almost all the way out and then drives back in. I feel his warm calloused palm rub over the small of my back.

  “Love these sexy little dimples,” he growls.

  He grabs my hips and pulls me back hard, pinning me to him, and my mouth forms an O as I stutter in a gasp.

  “I want to fuck you hard, Michaela. That okay?”

  I nod, unable to speak.

  “Baby, you with me?” Apparently a nod isn’t good enough.

  “Yes, yes.”

  He begins to do exactly what he said—he fucks me hard, and I love every minute of it. At this angle, he’s hitting the right spot and it’s incredible. I can’t believe I’m going to come again. Multiple orgasms are a thing! Who knew you just had to have the right partner—a gorgeous, badass biker who knows what the hell he’s doing.

  Holy hell.

  “Baby, you almost there?” Sly’s voice is rough and gravelly, like he’s talking through his teeth.

  I nod vigorously, because I’m so there.

  “Come for me, Michaela. Come all over me, baby.”

  And with his command, I do, crying out.

  He locks his hands tight on my hips, then pins me to him and erupts, growling as he comes. “So good, baby girl. So fucking good.”

  I melt into the mattress, too weak to lift a muscle. Sly pulls away and disappears to the bathroom, then returns and collapses next to me on the bed. Dragging my limp body to him, he
tucks me against his side as hands stroke my skin, my back, and my ass.

  “You gonna be sore tomorrow?”

  “Um-hmm,” I murmur.

  “Good.” He smacks my ass. “I want you to remember me.”

  My arms go around his stomach, and I reach up and pinch his nipple.

  “Oww!” he yelps.

  “I want you to remember me too.”

  Sly’s chest vibrates under my head with his laughter. He kisses the top of it, and I drift off to sleep, totally exhausted and sated.

  Sometime during the night I wake to find him playing with my pussy, his long fingers stroking me gently. I moan and twist as he slides down my body and moves between my legs.

  “Sly,” I moan.

  “Hush, baby. This is all for you.” He settles his mouth over me and plays with me for a long, long time until I’m so wet and needy I can’t take anymore. Only then does he bring me to orgasm, and I swear with each one, they’re more powerful than the last. My body is learning his every touch and craving it like a drug it can’t get enough of. I want more. And I know I’ll always want more.

  Seventeen

  Michaela—

  I’m lying on my side with Sly’s warm body pressed to my back. His arm around my waist tightens, and I feel his morning wood against my bottom. He moves his hand up to close over one of my breasts and squeezes while his lips caress my ear. “Mornin’, kitten.”

  I snuggle deeper into the pillow. “Morning.”

  A thumb brushes across my still-tender nipple, repeatedly, until it hardens in response. Then he takes it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging at it until a moan rumbles up from my throat. It hurts so good.

  Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, he abandons my breast, and his hand trails down to slip between my legs. Warm long fingers seek out and find my clit; their tips roll in slow, easy circles, coaxing a response. I can’t keep my body from responding, and my hips arch and thrust in a slow rhythm with his strokes.

  Sly’s free arm slips under and around my neck to cup my breast and, at the same time, pulls me back tight against him while he keeps up those pleasure-inducing strokes. He torments my nipple while he dips two fingers down, finding me wet and spreading the lubrication to my clit with tender caresses.

  “You gonna give me this sweet pussy?” he whispers against my ear, and I can’t help nodding.

  He moves his hand to line himself up and drives in from behind. I moan while he wraps his strong arm around my hips to hold me tight as he begins to thrust slowly, in and out, driving me insane with need and desire.

  Oh, God. He fills me so good—so, so good. I’m still tender from last night, but this sweet, slow fucking is incredibly arousing and the soreness just adds another layer. I arch my head back, loving the feeling. His mouth latches on to the tender skin under my jaw and he sucks.

  Holy hell, that turns me on and I stutter in a gasp. His movements increase in speed.

  He rolls and twists me to my stomach, then raises himself up to his knees. Both hands close over my hipbones, then he drags my ass upward and plows into me, his speed ramping up until he’s pounding into me again and again.

  “Fuck,” he mutters in a guttural voice. “Fuck, yeah, kitten. You take me so good.”

  I twist my head to look back at him. His face is a feral mask of masculine drive all focused on taking my pussy. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. In this position, he’s finding that sweet spot deep inside me with every stroke.

  “Oh, God … Yes, yes.”

  He smacks my jiggling ass cheek. “Love that, baby. Keep it up.”

  I moan again. “Please.”

  “You like when I fuck you, baby girl?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I love your dick in me. It feels so good.”

  His tempo ramps up even harder at my words.

  “Come for me, angel.” He reaches around and rubs my clit, and I detonate hard, loudly purring into the pillow.

  Suddenly he pulls out, takes his dick in his hand, and ejaculates onto the small of my back and ass cheeks, pumping with his fist until he’s all spent. It’s then I realize he didn’t use a condom.

  Sly collapses on the bed beside me.

  “No condom,” I remind him.

  “Fuck, Michaela. I’m sorry.” He’s breathing hard and slicked with sweat. His head turns toward me. “Hey, don’t worry, I’m clean. I always wrap up.”

  I smile. “Like this time?”

  “No, I got carried away with you. Shit. I swear on my honor this was the first fucking time I didn’t use one.” He frowns. “You on the pill?”

  “Of course.”

  “Okay, good. But … I mean, if you weren’t, I pulled out. Not that that’s foolproof or anything. Fuck, I can’t believe I did that.”

  “You better be clean, or I’ll hunt you down and cut off your junk.”

  He grins, then rolls to his side and kisses me. His eyes stray down my body. “That’s a pretty sight, though. You with my cum all over you, marking you mine.”

  “You gonna leave it there?”

  “Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll make you lay here until it runs down your ass crack and watch you wiggle at the sensation.”

  Sly’s joking, at least I hope he is. He grins at my expression, then grabs a handful of the sheets and cleans me up.

  Once he’s through, he presses a kiss to my shoulder blade and orders, “Wait here.”

  While he disappears from the room, I’m content to just lie here in sated bliss as my eyes drift closed. I must have dozed off, and it’s only when I feel the bed shift under Sly’s weight do I wake up. As soon as my eyes crack open, I breathe in the rich aroma of coffee.

  He scoots in beside me and turns me to my back.

  “You brought me coffee?”

  He looks at my bare breasts and dips his head to one nipple, taking it in his mouth. I look beyond him to the nightstand and see one steaming mug.

  “Where’s mine?” I ask.

  He lifts and looks at me. “You let me play with these pretty tits and maybe I’ll share with you.”

  I counter his offer. “You share with me and maybe I’ll let you play with these pretty tits.”

  He grins and rolls on top of me, then grabs my hands and pins them to the bed. “I like my deal better.” Dipping his head, Sly nips and licks and sucks while I squirm under him.

  “Not fair.”

  He raises his head. “Fuck fair. I’ve finally got you in my bed after weeks of imagining you here. I’m gonna take full advantage, kitten.”

  I wiggle some more, but it’s no use, he’s got me good and pinned.

  He lifts a brow. “You wanna play, I’m all in. But I gotta warn you, I won the state wrestling championship two years in a row.”

  “Well, Mr. Hot Shot, let’s see how good your attention was in history class. You answer my question, you get a prize.”

  “You’re on.”

  “Who were the first four presidents?”

  “Seriously?”

  “You name them, you get anything you want.” That gets his attention.

  “Anything?”

  “Um-hmm.”

  “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

  “Yup.”

  His eyes stray to his phone on the nightstand, and I know what he’s thinking. “Sorry, can’t Google your way out of this one, buster.”

  “Let’s see. Washington.”

  “That’s a given.”

  “Um … Jefferson.”

  “Not in order, but I’ll give you that one.”

  “Oh, who’s the guy on the beer?”

  “Sam Adams?”

  “Yeah, him.”

  I make a buzzer sound. “Wrong answer.”

  He releases me. “Fine, Ms. Smarty Pants. You win the coffee.”

  I move back against the headboard and he sits on the bed and serves it to me. I take a sip. It’s hot and rich and delicious. I moan. “Mmm. You make a go
od cup of coffee, hot stuff. Thank you for making it for me.”

  He trails his eyes down to my bare breasts again. “You’re welcome, beautiful.”

  Then he moves to lean against the headboard next to me. “You gonna share?”

  I grin and look at him out of the corner of my eye. “You gonna be sweet?”

  He huffs out a laugh. “Think I’ve been real sweet to you, like, four times already.”

  I giggle. It’s true and I can’t deny it. I pass the mug to him.

  He takes a long sip and passes it back.

  “Sly?”

  “Yeah, babe.”

  “What’s your real name?”

  “Marcus. Marcus Gates.”

  “That’s a nice name.”

  “Thanks. But don’t ever call me that, especially around the guys.”

  I giggle.

  “I’m serious, babe.”

  “Okay, fine.”

  “So, now your turn to tell me something.”

  “Okay, what?”

  “What are your dreams, Michaela?”

  “My dreams?”

  “Yeah, everybody’s got ’em. What are yours?”

  I take another sip, wondering if I should tell him. It makes me feel vulnerable, like I’m baring my soul to him, which is much scarier than baring my body.

  “Come on, kitten. I told you shit about my life.”

  That’s true, he did. “Fine. I’ve always wanted to travel.”

  “Travel, huh? Where to?”

  “Everywhere. But I want to start with all the national parks.”

  “Really? Why?”

  I shrug. “I have good memories from a family trip we took out West one summer. Da packed us up in an old van and hooked up a fifth-wheel camper behind us, and off we went.”

  “Where’d you go?”

  “Yellowstone and Grand Tetons. It was amazing. It was one of the best memories I have with my father. It’s one of the reasons I wanted to be a travel writer.”

  “That hard to do?”

  I shrug. “You have to travel to have places to write about. I started a blog. I went up to the Smoky Mountains one summer and wrote a freelance article about it. An RV magazine bought it.”