Thrust/Throb: Lost Devils MC - Book 2

by Madison Faye

  “And you don’t have to,” he purrs, kissing me softly.

  “Did you and Scarlett get along okay?” I grin. “She can be…”

  “Intense? Yeah, I got that,” he chuckles. “She’s a good friend.”

  “That she is.”

  “And yeah, we were fine. I think Blackthorn’s got it’s hooks into her, too.”

  “Oh?”

  He shrugs. “It has that effect on people sometime.”

  “I think I know the feeling,” I murmur, sliding close to him again. His big arms circle me, and when I feel that rumble of a growl in his chest, the heat teases through me. I gasp quietly, and suddenly, all the tension and worry of the day burns hot and melts into something else—something wild and aching and panting for more.

  Something that wants him, and he can feel it, too.

  Oliver growls, and my pulse surges he lifts me up into his body. My legs go around his waist, and I wrap my arms around his neck as his hands slide down to cup my ass. I melt into his kiss as he brings me through the small house into Scarlett’s spare bedroom. It’s not much, just a bed, but I think we both know that’s all we need.

  I moan we sink down onto it, and his mouth drops to my neck. I gasp, yanking his t-shirt off as he does the same to the tank top I’m wearing. His hand skims down my sides, teasing each rib and making me whimper in pleasure as he moves lower and lower. His lips stay on my neck, his breath hot on my ear, making me squirm and writhe under him.

  I pull Oliver’s shirt off, and I moan softly as I slide my hands all over his tattooed, muscled body. He slips my bra off and pulls it away, and I gasp as his mouth teases down over the slope of my breasts. He wraps his lips around an achingly hard pink nipple, and the thrill of his tongue swirling over the little bud makes me gasp and sends heat flooding into my panties.

  God does this man get me wet.

  He grinds into me, and I gasp at the feel of his thick, hard erection throbbing between my legs right against my pussy. His lips stay on my breasts as his fingers work the button and zipper of my cutoffs and start to pull them down. My hips raise and he pulls away, his eyes locked on mine as his fingers slip under the waist of my panties to pull them and the shorts down off my legs. He looks me right in the eye as he strips me bare, then his eyes finally slide down over me.

  Oliver growls savagely, his jaw clenching as his hungry eyes sweep over my bare skin, down between my legs.

  “Fuck me you’ve got a pretty little pussy, love,” he groans. And before I can say a word, he’s gripping the backs of my thighs and pushing my legs high and wide.

  I whimper eagerly as he slides down between them, and when his lips tease down the back of one thigh, my breath catches sharply. His teeth drag over my skin, making me shiver and writhe as he slides lower and lower down towards his prize. His tongue drags wetly over my eager pussy, and I cry out in pleasure as my hands slide down to into his long hair.

  Oliver growls, pushing his tongue deeper between my folds and tonguing my opening as I moan. He drags it up, teasing his way up to my clit, where he sucks the little button between his lips and swirls his tongue over me. I gasp in pleasure, panting as the thrill of him sizzles through me.

  “Oh fuck, Oliver…”

  “Fuck, you taste so fucking good, angel,” he groans into me, burying his face eagerly between my thighs. His tongue slides up and down my pussy, his mouth covering me entirely as he slides that tongue deep inside, like he’s fucking me with it. My eyes roll back, and my mouth hangs open as I melt into the sheets. His tongue dances lower, and I squeal in shock and pleasure when he teases it around my asshole.

  “Oliver, what… oh fuck.”

  He growls, teasing my ass with his tongue as his thumb rolls my clit in maddeningly slow, agonizing circles. He curls two fingers into me, pushing them in and out and stroking them against that spot just inside as he rolls my clit and tongues my ass, until I’m almost screaming with pleasure. The room gets hotter, my breath becomes ragged, and my body begins to tremble and shake.

  “I want you to come for me, love,” he purrs in that gorgeous voice. “Be a good girl and fucking come for me, Delphine. Come with my fingers fucking this sweet pussy and my tongue fucking your ass like a bad, bad girl.”

  His mouth slides back over me, his fingers plunge deep, and thumb rubs magic over my clit, and suddenly, it’s like the floor shatters under me. I scream in pleasure as the orgasm erupts through me like an explosion, my entire body bolting off the bed and my hips thrusting shamelessly up against his mouth. Oliver growls into me, tonguing and teasing and pushing me right through my climax until I collapse onto the bed, shuddering in pleasure.

  He kicks his jeans and boxers away and slides up behind me, his hands gripping my legs and lifting one up as we move onto our sides. I moan, turning my head and kissing him as he eases his thick, throbbing cock against my quivering pussy and starts to push. I can feel his sticky hot precum dripping out of him and leaking all over me, making me slick and messy and making me moan eagerly.

  His swollen head slips between my pink lips, and when he grunts and pushes inside, the moan of pleasure comes tumbling from my lips. Oliver growls, and he keeps driving in with his muscled hips until every fucking inch of that huge cock is buried to the hilt inside. I gasp at the size of him, and part of me wonders if I’ll ever get used to just how big he is and how much it takes my breath away and makes my toes curl in ecstasy.

  …I sure fucking hope not, though.

  He growls and kisses me hard as he grinds his cock deep inside of my tight little pussy. I moan, arching my back and rocking my hips back and forth on him, milking that big dick inside of me. He grunts, his hands gripping my hips tight as he eases out, only to thrust right back inside. His abs and chest flex hard against my back, and I whimper as he starts to fuck me with that big, beautiful cock.

  There are no words, just the sounds of our pleasure and the way our bodies move together like they were built to do just this, with each other. He’s enormous, but somehow, it’s pure heaven when he slides deep, like my pussy was custom made to fit him. His hands circle my waist, holding me tight and drawing me back against him as he thrusts inside. His lips sear to mine, my hand reaches back to tangle in his hair, and we move like one, rumbling like a runaway train towards that sweet release.

  “Oliver… Oliver, Oliver!” I cry out, panting as I feel myself start to tense and fall. “I—oh God!”

  “So fucking tight,” he growls. “This pretty little pussy is so fucking tight around my cock, angel,” he groans. “Fuck, I can feel you getting even tighter, too. I can feel this greedy little cunt trying to milk the cum from my balls. That what you want, dirty girl?” he hisses, making me squeal in pleasure. “You want me to empty my balls inside of you and fill this pretty pussy up with every drop of my cum?”

  “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

  “Come for me, baby girl,” he hisses into my mouth. “I want to feel you come so bloody hard for me. I want to feel this sweet little cunt squeeze me so tight—so tight I have to fuck you extra hard just to be able to have room for my cum when I give you every fucking drop of it.”

  He growls, fucking me so hard and deep as I start to fall, the pleasure exploding through me.

  “Come for me, Delphine,” he hisses. “Fucking come for me so I can breed this little pussy with my cum.”

  I fucking lose it. I scream, clawing at the back of his head and literally shaking and spasming on his big beautiful cock as the orgasm detonates through me like a bomb. I moan into his lips, clinging to him as the climax wracks me hard and sucks the breath from my lungs.

  Oliver roars into me, and suddenly, his fat cock slides as deep as he can, and I feel him start to throb. I can actually feel his heavy balls pumping against my clit, and it’s so hot that I suddenly fall right into another orgasm just as I feel the first spurt of his hot cum blast into me. He groans, thrusting deep as his fat cock pumps his cum into me, until the both of us just sort of collapse onto the bed, gasp
ing for air.

  “Fuck me,” Oliver groans, sucking in a breath as he chuckles deeply.

  I giggle and roll into him, curling up to his side and wrapping a leg and an arm over his body.

  “Again? Well, okay, I guess.”

  He laughs deeply, turning to kiss me gently. “Greedy girl,” he purrs. “After more already?”

  “What can I say,” I whisper, moaning as I reach down to wrap a hand around his still rock-hard, thick cock. “A girl might just get addicted to this.”

  “What if there’s no cure?”

  “There better not be.”

  He chuckles, pulling me close and kissing me hard. I melt into him, and I can feel him start to pull me on top of him, when there’s a sound. We both freeze, and suddenly, he sits up, a scowl on his face as his eyes scan the dark room.

  “What is—”

  Oliver holds one finger up, and I tremble as I pull close to him.

  “My gun is out in the living room,” he growls quietly. “Stay—”

  The guest room door suddenly smashes in, and Oliver is up and roaring in a second. He charges at the first man who comes through the door, but there’s a “thunking” sound, and a hard grunt from him. And suddenly, he goes toppling back across the bed, out.

  I scream and dive across the bed to him, cupping his face. He’s knocked out, but he’s breathing, and it’s the one relief I have before hands suddenly grab me and yank me away. I kick and scream, toppling away and scrambling to yank the covers up over me. My eyes sweep over the crowd of thugs piling into the room, and when I realize I recognize the men, my heart just drops.

  Oh God.

  “Wow,” a voice sneers. The thuggish looking guys grin and make a hole, and then Barnes steps into the room.

  My body clenches tight, my pulse racing.

  “Well, well,” he hisses darkly. His eyes land on me and harden before they slide over to where Oliver is passed out naked across the bed.

  Barnes whistles and lets out this weaselly sounding laugh.

  “Well shit!” he cackles, staring at Oliver, who’s still at least half hard.

  “You so much of a slut that you had to go find fuckin’ horse-cock over here to feel anything, huh?”

  His goons snicker and laugh, and my hands tighten on the sheets.

  “You know what I should do, right?”

  I’ve seen Barnes fuming mad before. I’ve seen him furious, or in a murderous rage. But this new calm and collected and bristling fury version is freaking me out even more than seeing him as a monster.

  “I mean, what’s the point of having hired help if they can’t help you with the trash, right?” he grunts, nodding at his guys. “I think since I’m done with trash like you, it’s only right that I let these fellas help out, huh? Maybe everyone can have a turn, huh?”

  Something cold cuts into me, and I stiffen and bristle.

  “Don’t you fucking dare touch me…” I hiss.

  His goons all chuckle and laugh, and I start to wonder just how many eyes I can gouge out before they overpower me, when Barnes speaks again.

  “But nah, not this time, bitch,” he growls. “You might actually enjoy yourself too much. Besides, I’ve got other plans for your little boy toy here.”

  He turns and nods to a few guys, who suddenly move forward. They start to grab the unconscious Oliver, and I scream and go to lunge at them, but suddenly, there’s the hard sound of a hammer being cocked on a gun. I look up, swallowing thickly as I see the gun in Barnes’s hand pointed right at me.

  “Oh, don’t worry, slut,” he hisses dangerously. “You’re coming too.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Oliver

  At first, it’s just a ringing sound, and darkness. I blink, and my eyes are open, but all I see is black. There are voices fading in from far away—from the other side of the ringing sound, but the more I focus, the less I can make them out.

  I blink again, and I can see light bleeding in around the corners of my vision.

  “You’re…”

  I frown, hearing the one word, coming faded like someone’s talking underwater.

  “What?” I hiss. “I can’t hear—”

  Something hard slams into the side of my head, and I grunt and I fall off of whatever I’ve been sitting on. I hit the ground hard, and I realize my hands are tied behind my back. I grunt, inhaling dust and dirt and what tastes like masonry fragments.

  “You hear that, douchebag?”

  Loud and fucking clear.

  I blink again, and this time, my vision swims back, slowly. The light fades in, and I realize I’m lying on my side, wrists bound, naked except for a pair of boxers on the ground of a what seems like a warehouse. I’m staring at a pair of basketball shoes, and when I slowly and wincingly drag my eyes higher, up over the jeans and then the t-shirt with some band on it I don’t know, it suddenly clicks.

  “Hey cocksucker,” Barnes hisses, right before he hauls back and kicks me in the shoulder, hard.

  I grunt, and he cackles.

  “Rise and shine, fuck-face!”

  He kicks me again, this time in the gut, and I growl as my body stiffens to absorb the blow.

  “Just in case you didn’t hear me before,” he spits, his eyes hard and vicious as they glare down at me. “I said you’re a real piece of work.” He shakes his head and reaches into back pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes.

  “Want one?”

  I shake my head. Barnes shrugs and sticks one in his mouth before he lights it and inhales slowly.

  “Where…” I croak, my throat swollen and full of dust or something. I clear it, wincing, before I try again.

  “Where is—”

  “Don’t you worry about her.”

  “Where—”

  “I said don’t fuckin’ think about her!” he roars, suddenly snapping as he hauls back and slams a foot into my side again. I grunt, hissing in pain at what feels a whole lot like a cracked rib.

  “You know what, Gauge?” he spits. “You’re an ungrateful piece of shit, you know that? I mean here you were, betting more than you could, picking the wrong racers, just fuckin’ flailing out there, you know? And you had that shitty little Honda you were trying to get in on races with. So what do I do? Me, a respected member of the community?”

  He drags hard on his smoke and looks past me.

  “What’d I do, fellas?”

  I frown and roll, and I blink at the sight of about nine of Barnes’s mates that I recognize from the track, including a downright gleeful looking Jay.

  “Helped him out, boss!” Jay crows.

  “Exactly!” Barnes crouches down over me, jabbing the cigarette at me as if using it to make a point. “I helped your dumb ass out, that’s what I did. Took on your debts, took you under my wing, and upgraded that shitty ride of yours to that sweet piece of sex on two wheels you’re on now, winning every fuckin’ race too, I might add.”

  I roll my eyes, and he frowns.

  “What? What? You’re mad that I take a cut? That I ask for a small fee for my services?”

  I roll my eyes again. Look, I know I fucked up. I bet recklessly, and without really knowing the local scene yet or who was good or not. And then I got in with a geezer like Barnes who charges sixty percent interest on his loans, and a one hundred percent interest on the bike. Right, like I was ever, ever going to get out from under that. And Barnes fucking knows it. He wasn’t helping me out, he was imprisoning me.

  “I do all that for you, as a friend, I might add,” he sneers.

  Right.

  “And how do you thank me? Huh?”

  His face turns a horrible shade of purply crimson, and his eyes narrow to slits.

  “You fuck my girl!” he roars. “You take Delphine from me!”

  I laugh, and he looks positively livid.

  “What!” he roars, stooping low over me, his teeth grinding and his eyes livid. “Something you wanna say to my fucking face, you little bitch!”

  “Yeah,”
I growl. “There is.”

  “And what’s that?” he seethes.

  I snort. “She was never ‘yours,’ mate. You know it, I know it, all of these little toadies of yours know it.” I chuckle. “What, her daddy owes you some money, so you keep her as a prisoner? How fucking pathetic do you have to be to think that makes her—”

  I grunt as he slams a foot into my stomach again, doubling me over as I wince in pain. Fuck it. Worth it.

  “Yeah, fuck-face, it does,” he hisses. “I could give her all the shit she could never have before.”

  I laugh.

  “Something funny?”

  “What sort of shit?” I chuckle. “Toddler temper-tantrums, bruises, and a baby-dick that doesn’t work?”

  Instantly, the way his eyes go sort of hollow, I realize I’ve hit the right button. I’ve found this cunt’s weak spot and kicked it. Barnes looks straight murderous, and I managed to at least flex this time before his foot comes slamming into my gut again. And again, and again, and again, until I choke dust and spit blood.

  “The fuck did you say to me?!” He roars. “What the fuck did you say?!”

  He kicks me once more before he stands back, panting and glaring at me.

  “She’s mine,” he grunts. “Always was, always will be.” He swallows, his eyes glaring into mine. “You know, I knew her from high school. Yeah, she thought she was hot shit back then, never gave me the time of day. But now?” He stiffens, clenching his fist repeatedly. “Well, now she’s mine, huh?”

  I don’t answer him, but I can tell he already knows how stupid he sounds saying that to the man who truly has her.

  “You know I should kill you.”

  I shrug. “That a threat or a promise?”

  He smiles thinly. “You’re good at this whole tough guy against the world shit, you know?”

  “I try.”

  He chuckles darkly. “Well, it’s not gonna help you much longer. You know why I’m not gonna kill you?”

  “Enlighten me, please.”

  He smiles wickedly. “’Cause you’ve got a friend.”

  I frown. “What?”

  “You’ve got a friend, and he’s real eager to get his hands on you. You and anyone you’ve ever loved or called friend.” Barnes’s lips curl wickedly. “Or brother.”