Revelators MC: Highway To Hell

by Britt Collins

  “You Mud Dog?” Seville looked him up and down. She twisted her lips with a non- approving sneer.

  He gave her a chin nod, “It’s Mud Dawg, D.A.W.G, not d.o.g.”

  Seville disliked him even more. This guy is bad news. She turns her attention to Chanel. “What happen to your skirt?” She asks as she walks back into the kitchen. “Are you alright? Were you attacked at that bar?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.” Chanel reaches for the bottle of vodka that she’d received for Christmas last year. She opens the bottle and takes a swig, then coughs. “I'm fine. I just don’t want to talk about it right now.”

  Mud Dawg strolls pass Seville and towards Chanel. Underneath the lights he could see a bruise on her face from when he had taken her down to the concrete. “You’re hurt,” gently he touched her cheek. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to do that.”

  Chanel flinched. “I didn’t even feel it. Must be the adrenaline pumping through my veins.”

  “Did he hit you? Did you hit her?” Seville yelled at both of them

  “No!” They said at the same time.

  His phone beeps and he reaches into his front pocket and read the message. He needs to get back to Kickers. The cops are all over the place like ants at a picnic. “I have to go back to the bar.”

  “Alright.”

  He reaches over and brushes back a strain of her long black hair. “We need to talk about some things.” He wishes he could stay with her. Hold her in his arms again.

  “Thank you for saving my life. I know it’s not enough, but I don’t know what to say.” She paused. “Thank you for bringing me home too. There’s nothing you need to explain to me. I shouldn’t have gone to your bar tonight. I don’t belong there.”

  “I told you not to take your ass to that biker bar!” Seville adds in her two cents.

  He slowly turns and glares at Seville. Whoever this woman is, if she tries to interfere with what he wants to have with Chanel; he’s going to deal with her, his way.

  He directs his attention on Chanel. He reaches out and draws her to him. There’s no way he’ll be able to walk out of here without tasting those luscious lips of hers. He felt her body tense and he liked it. The fear, the anticipation pulsating through her body. She’s making him feel like his old self again. No, with her he feels like a different man. His mouth took her in a sexy, powerful way.

  Her head began to spin as he backs her up against the kitchen counter. Without thinking, she reaches up and wraps her arms around his neck. He thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth as his hard cock presses up against her bare thighs. His hands roam all over her body and he let out a throaty moan.

  The moment didn’t last long enough. His phone rang and he reluctantly pulls away from her. He glanced at the number and clicked ignore. “Wait up for me, we need to talk!” He said in a throaty voice. He waited till she nods in agreement. He hesitated for a moment, and then he turns and walks back through the living room and out of the front of the door.

  As soon as the door closed, Seville locked it behind him. “What the hell happen tonight?” She yells as she ran back into the kitchen.

  Chanel took another drink, but remained quiet.

  “Girl, you better say something to me?”

  “I got shot at, and I didn’t get fucked.” She chugs the vodka from the bottle.

  “Chanel, you two were all over each other like the last buy one get one free item at a black Friday sale.”

  Chanel chuckles. “I seriously doubt that he’s come back here to talk with me. He just didn’t want me to feel bad because he turned me down.”

  “It didn’t look like he turned you down. He had his tongue shoved all the way down your throat. Did you see that evil look he gave me?”

  “No, I didn’t.”

  “He’s a great kisser though. Just like how I imagined.”

  Seville rolls her eyes. “So who shot at you?”

  Chanel shrugs. “I have no clue, someone trying to go after the club I guess. Tonight wasn’t worth it. I don’t care how hot the guy is. Don’t you go telling anyone what happen tonight either. I don’t want to hear I told you so!”

  “He’s not that hot.”

  “Yes, he is,” Chanel glowered at her friend as she drank from the bottle.

  “He looks like he needs a bath.”

  “He looks like a bad ass. I like that look,” Chanel placed the bottle on the counter.

  “No, you think you like that look. You have no experience with a man like him.”

  “Look, I said you were right. I shouldn’t have gone to Kickers. He owns that bar by the way. He said the odds of finding him there are pretty good.”

  Seville stared at Chanel for a full minute before she spoke. “You can think he’s hot all you want, just stay away from him and that gang.”

  “It’s a motorcycle club, not a gang.”

  “Tell the Feds that!” Seville fired back.

  ***

  Chanel screamed as she bolts to a sitting position on the bed. She didn’t know if she is awake or still dreaming.

  “Relax, it’s just me.” A voice she recognizes calmly states.

  She screams again as he turns on her bedside light. She glances at the clock and it's three-thirty in the morning. “How the hell did you get in here?” She pulls the covers up, using them as a shield. She is defiantly awake. She scoots over to the far side of the bed in an attempt on running for her life.

  He reaches out and catches her by the leg. “Seriously, just chill.” He let go her leg and walks over to the chair in the corner. He removes his cut and hangs it over the back. He sits down and began removing his boots.

  Like a deer caught in headlights, she felt frozen as she stares at him. “How did you get in here?”

  “Why didn’t you wait up like I asked?”

  “Why didn’t I wait? Are you kidding me? You need to leave before I call the police.” Her eyes search for her cell phone. Shit, it’s still in her purse, which is in the other room.

  He stands up and she thought that he came to his senses and is going to leave instead he unzips his pants.

  “Hey, wait, NO!” She climbs off of the bed and backs herself up against the wall. “Why are you taking off your clothes?”

  He removes his shirt and slips his pants off. She couldn’t breathe when she got a good look at his body with nothing on but a pair of dark blue briefs. He’s covered in more tattoos than she’d imagined.

  This is the first time she saw the extent of his scars. Her heart went out to him. At the same time she’s terrified at the fact that he broke into her house in the middle of the night.

  “I’m tired,” he strolls back over to the bed and climbs underneath the sheet. “Don’t worry, I’m not fucking you right now. I need sleep. Plus my entire body is hurting me.” He stretches with a yawn as he makes himself comfortable in her bed.

  “Man, you need to get out of here. This is crazy. You can’t roll up in my home and go sleep. How did you even get in here?”

  “You have cheap locks. I’ll do something about that tomorrow. I can come up in here whenever I want. Damn cat is out of the bag now.” He moves over, reaches up and turns off the lamp on her nightstand.

  Chanel stands in her dark bedroom with the apparent psycho, housebreaking man of her fantasies. This isn’t how she envisioned it.

  “Come lay down,” he said with a yawn.

  “I’m not getting in bed with you!” She held on to the sheet and drapes it even tighter around her.

  “So you wanted to fuck me in a bar bathroom, but you can’t fall asleep with me in a bed? You got problems lady.” He laughed at her as he taps his hand on the bed. “Come on, I won’t violate you, at least not yet.”

  “NO!” She yells at him.

  “At least come over here and sit down. Like I told you, we need to talk.”

  “We have nothing to discuss.”

  “We have a lot to hash out. Now come on Chanel, just sit down on the edge of the bed
.”

  “Will you leave if I do?”

  “No, I’m told you I’m tired and I’m going to asleep.”

  She made a guttural noise. “I’ll talk with you, but I’m not having sex with you. That ship sailed away and sank.”

  He chuckles as she sat down near the foot of the bed.

  “Are you doing alright? How’s the bruise on your face?”

  “It’s alright,” her voice wasn’t quivering as much has she feels it should be.

  “I know that must have been some crazy shit for you to experience.”

  “Wasn’t it crazy for you too?”

  “I like the adrenaline rush. Something like that gets the blood pumping.”

  “And you think I’ve got issues.”

  He laughed. “I was planning on asking you out. Figured I’d swing by Motions around lunch time on Monday or Tuesday; see if you’d want to go out eat.”

  “What, why?” She wasn’t sure if she believed him.

  “What do you mean, why?” He shifts, putting his arm underneath the pillow.

  “I mean, why didn’t you ask me out months ago?”

  “Why did you wait to approach me? I could have banged you in a bathroom at Motions.” He starts laughing again.

  She made a face and mumbled. “That’s different.”

  “No, it’s not, we both had our reasons.”

  “And yours was what?” She questioned.

  “I had shit going on,” he yawned again.

  “Seems like you always have shit going on. Do things like tonight happen to you often?”

  “It comes with the job.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Mud Dawg, Eric, whatever you want to be called; you need to leave.”

  “Why?” He asked, straining in the dark to look at her. There’s a light coming in through the slit in the bedroom curtain. He could make see her outline and his cock twitched. Maybe he wasn’t as tired as he thought.

  “Because you just broke into my home. Someone shot at us. Because, this is fucking weird and it’s completely opposite of how I imagined it.”

  “Hey, I got a question for you. When you decided to walk your ass up into Kickers dressed like that, what were you going to do if I wasn’t there?”

  “I would have waited around for a while, then I would have left.”

  He grumbled. She didn’t know if it was from frustrated with her answer or pain.

  “You know what I mean Chanel. That’s got to change.” He scolds her. “You can’t go off half-cocked and not thinking things through. A million things could have gone wrong with your plan. A beautiful woman, alone in a strange bar. It wasn’t safe, at least not my bar.”

  She’s grateful that the room is dark. She smiled, but it faded when she mentally slapped herself with common sense. “I want you to leave. I reported my car stolen. I don’t want any trouble.”

  “Babe, you already got trouble and I’m right here. I know you’re freaked out about the shooting and me showing up here. Like I said you’re beautiful not only physically, but on the inside too. At physical therapy you made me smile, laugh, you always had something positive to say to me. You have a good soul and you care with no strings attached. You weren’t just nice to me, you’re that way with others. I watch, I listen, I learned. I’m going to sleep now. Stop freaking out. You got what you wished for, this big bad biker is making you his bitch.”

  ***

  For a moment the unfamiliar surrounding caused him some confusion. That’s until he rolled over and found Chanel sound asleep next to him. Lying here next to her, watching her sleep brought a smile to his face and blood rushing to his cock.

  Her creamy brown skin glistens in the sunlight shining in through the window. Her long dark hair covered the pillow. There is no doubt in his mind that this is where he belongs.

  He began kissing her neck as his finger glides across her skin. She’d probably wake up fighting with him, but he didn't stop himself from cupping her breast. He only pauses for a moment, gazing at her before pushing the front of her bra down. He groaned out loud as he lowers his head and starts to suckle on her nipple.

  She stirred with a shivering moan as he slid his hand down inside of her panties. How many times since he’d first met her has he put his cock into another woman and wished it was Chanel? Fuck, how many times had he masturbated thinking about her?

  Slowly he moves is his finger across her pussy, spreading her fold as he slid two fingers inside of her. He watches her sleeping face as he let his thumb rub around the hood of her clit.

  He pleasured her body with his fingers and she begins to moan in her sleep; her body began to grind against his hand. He smiled as he pulls is fingers all the way out then he rubs the wetness across her pussy. Then he slid his fingers deep inside of her again.

  She moved with a gasp and he reluctantly stop for a second to let her settle back into a deep sleep. He licks the juices from his fingers. He needs to taste more of her.

  Shifting his body down between her legs, he rubs his face against her crotch. “Fuck, you smell good!” He moans as he kisses her pussy lips. He pushes her black panties to the side. Then he drove his tongue deep inside of her like a starving man.

  Her sleepy eyes flutter open and focused on him. “What are you doing?” She tried to push him away.

  He smirks as he raises his head. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

  “No,” She scoots away.

  “Yes,” he said as he placed two fingers inside of her. “I want you to come for me,” he seductively whispers.

  Her toes curled as she shuddered. “We can’t,” she starts to say, but his mouth heads back down south again. “Oh shit,” she whimpers as she halfway resisted this time. “Mud Dawg, no,” she attempted to push him away again. “No.”

  “Shut the fuck up and lay back.”

  His tone made her even wetter.

  “We can’t do this,” her voice is rough with passion.

  “Bullshit,” he said as he kisses the insides of her thighs.

  What the hell is she protesting for? This is what she had imagined. He’s what she craved. She needs to lay back and enjoy his talented tongue lapping at her cunt like it’s his last meal. Reaching down, she grips his hair, press herself up against his face.

  “That’s it baby,” he mumbles against her wet pussy. “Ride my face. Such a good girl,” he said as he continues to suck on her clit as he fingers her.

  She bit down on her lower lip. Her body jerks as he flicks his tongue across his soaking wet pussy. “Oh God!” She screams.

  She begins to moan and whimper as he pleasures her with his mouth and fingers. “I’m close. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

  He has no intentions of stopping. He wraps his arms around her thighs as she gushes into his mouth. He didn’t stop pleasuring her sensitive area until she began giggling and squirming on the bed. He gave one long suck on her clit before raising his head up. “You like waking up like that, baby?”

  “Yes, yes,” her tone was breathless.

  He smiles as he dove back down again between her legs. She playfully tried to push him away. He pins her arms to the bed with his strong hands as his mouth latches onto her again. It didn’t take long before another wave of orgasm washed over her body.

  He looks up at her again, with a smile.

  “Fuck that was good. I feel weak,” she chuckles.

  “Good girl. Now say thank you for eating my pussy.”

  She laughed.

  He groans as he rises up from between her legs. “You need to be trained. I like that.” He crushed his mouth to hers and she licked her own juices from his lips. He removed his underwear as he took his mouth from hers. “Suck my cock,” he orders as he lay back on the bed.

  What he wants to do straddles her face and ride her hard, but it was too soon to do that kind of move with her. She wasn’t one of the club whores. If he plays his cards right, he’d have plenty of moments to make her the perfect submissive.

  H
is huge, thick throbbing cock is in her face. The only thought in her mind is, ‘I’m going to choke to death on that massive thing; dead by dick.’

  “Open your mouth for me,” he says as he guides his cock between her lips.

  There was no way she could take him all the way down her throat and she immediately starts to gag. He slides back out. Waits a moment, then he starts up again; moving slowly. He only slips the tip in past her lips. He pushes himself further inside of her hot mouth.

  She couldn’t breathe when he entered half way and she panics, pulling her lips from his cock.

  “Did say you could move?” He asks as he uses his cock to smack her face.

  “I couldn’t breathe.”

  “Trust me!” It was an order not a request. He could see the fear creeping. The reality had set in that she has a near stranger in her bed shoving his thick cock down her throat. He likes seeing the fear but he couldn’t act on it, not yet. “It’s alright,” he said as he took one hand and caressed her face. Damn! He wants to owner her in every what shape and form. He wants her to love him. Fear him, to be his bitch on a leash at his beck and call.

  She finally nods in agreement. He slid himself into her mouth again. This time he held her head in place, pressing her head down a bit further. “Relax baby. Look up at me. Look me in the eyes.” He coaxes her.

  Tears stream down her cheeks as she centers her eyes on his face. With wide eyed excitement. He began to moan out loud as she took him further in her mouth.

  This is how she wanted him, writhing with the pleasure that she’s giving him. When he leaves here, she’s damn sure going to make a lasting impression. She wants nothing more than to rock his world. She started to suck his beautiful cock, forcing herself pass her own limits.

  She only stops long enough for air and open wide again. She pushes herself even further down her throat.

  He grasps her by the back of the head and began pumping her mouth. Her mouth become juicy, wet and slippery as spit spills from her mouth and onto his muscular thighs.

  Even though she continued to gag and cough, he could tell from the look in her eyes that she loves this. She wants him as bad as he wants her.