B*stard: Royal B*stards MC (Texas)

by Sapphire Knight

  My hand shoots into the spray, making sure it’s not icy cold. I carefully pull my cut off, folding it and placing it on the high-end marble countertop. I rip my T-shirt over my head, tossing it at the mirror. Next, I move to toe off my boots, and then shove my jeans down my hips. I’m moving too fast and my hands get caught in the material as I try to be rid of it all. Her mouth parts, her chest rising and falling quickly as she watches my unsexy show of discarding my clothes.

  Gazing at her like this, finally naked before me, has me taking stock in our differences. We’re opposites. For starters, the woman doesn’t have a tattoo or piercing in sight. I, on the other hand, am covered in ink and have a variety of piercings. Hell, even my cock is pierced. I’ve got one on the top and one on the bottom. I like covering all my bases when it comes to pounding a pussy the right way. I hope hers is ready for me, I’m about to change her outlook on sex forever.

  Chapter 9

  What matters most is how well

  you walk through the fire.

  - Charles Bukowski

  “I-is that really a piercing down there?” I can’t help but ask. I swear if his length gets any bigger than he is now, he may not fit. Am I really doing this right now? I haven’t had a moment to stop and think, one second he was texting, and the next he was ripping my clothes off. I’ve never had this kind of explosive chemistry with someone before, and it’s overwhelming. I barely know this man, yet it’s been a whirlwind of sexual attraction and tension building up between us.

  He flashes an arrogant grin. “Yeah, my cock’s pierced. Up top and down below.”

  Sweet Jesus. And his nipples are pierced as well. He’s a canvas of art and metal, everything I’m not and everything I’ve never had before. I’ve never wanted someone so badly either. I can feel the moisture gathering between my legs, pooling like I’m a sex starved maniac. It’s rather embarrassing, to be frank. I’m insanely turned on, and there’s no way I can hide it if he touches me.

  “You’re huge,” I breathe.

  He nods, taking a step closer. He’s a hair’s width away from touching me, his cock on my belly. “I’m called Ripper for a reason, Gem. I thought you knew as much.”

  I shake my head. I thought I had a clue, but I had absolutely no idea. Sure, grinding on him yesterday let me feel him through his pants, but it was nothing in comparison to seeing him in his full glory. He must make men wither away in shame when he uses a public restroom.

  “The piercings will help soothe the ache. You just let me fuck you like I know how you need it, and you’ll survive.”

  A squeak escapes me. It was meant to be a whimper, but it didn’t quite make it that far. I’m in so far over my head with this man, yet I can’t help it. No matter how much I try to fight the pull between us, it just never stops. His finger goes to my chin, holding it in place as he leans in. He tenderly brushes his mouth against mine—once, twice, three times—before winking. He doesn’t even have to ask. I’m putty in this man’s hands, willing to let him do whatever he wants. Yet, he waits for my consent, and I offer it with a tilt of my head. Any more of his delicious torture and I’ll be begging for his touch.

  It’s the breaking point for him, and in my next breath, he’s hauled me up in his arms. It takes everything in me to keep quiet. He lifts me as if I’m nothing, my legs wrapping around his strong hips like they’re used to doing this very thing with him. With one hand holding me firmly to him, he uses the other on the shower wall to step inside. Thankfully, this place has a separate garden tub, or we may’ve fallen and thrown out our backs. Though, with Ripper, I doubt he ever allows something so trivial to get in his way of fucking.

  The warm spray hits me from the side as I’m pressed up against the far wall. Ripper’s mouth goes to my throat, nipping and sucking, hitting all the ultra-sensitive places I never realized I had. He makes me feel like a fish out of water, and I’ve had sex several times over the years, yet it’s all new with him. “Oh, God,” I moan.

  His chest vibrates with a chuckle. “I’m barely kissing you, baby. Wait until I start fuckin’ you. And say my name, yeah?”

  “Ripper,” I gasp the next time he bites down, and I’m rewarded with a pleased groan from him. The water makes everything slippery, but he holds me to him like a vice, his cock lining up right with my core. There’s nothing between us, just warm water and body heat. “Condom,” I say breathlessly as he rubs his massive cock against my clit.

  “I’m clean.”

  “We have to use a condom,” I say, and he grumbles.

  “I’d never hurt you like that.”

  “I-I believe you,” I pant as his cock presses against me and serious zings of sensations spiral through me. “I’m not on birth control. I ran out and haven’t been here long enough to have it transferred.”

  “Mm, gotcha. While you’d look sexy as fuck with a belly made round by me, I’m not so sure you’d feel the same way.” He chuckles and I offer him an amused smile. Pregnancy is nowhere near the front of my mind, especially not in a situation like this. “I have one in my wallet, give me a sec.” He hops out of the water, returning moments later with a Magnum. The square looks super-sized and when I flick my gaze down, I see he’s grown bigger than before.

  “Oh my God,” I mutter, not realizing I said the words aloud. “Huge.”

  He follows my gaze, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear the fearless biker blushes. “I know I’m not average...I know how to use it, though.”

  A laugh bubbles free. “Oh, there’s nothing about you that’s average; that, I can assure you.”

  He smirks. “I’ll take that as a compliment, then.”

  “Good, you should.”

  At my words, he gains his confidence right back and rolls on the condom. He saunters over to me, allowing me a moment to appreciate his fantastic form. In the next breath, he has me lifted and wrapped around his robust physique just as before. His right-hand trails down my figure. He lightly pinches my nipple before continuing on. He softly squeezes my hip bone, then dives between my thighs. His fingers smooth through my wetness, a sigh of delight leaving him when he finds out how truly turned on I am. He has my pussy so creamy, he could thrust all the way inside me with that massive cock of his if he desired it. Rather than rip me apart right away, he inserts one finger, pumping the digit a few times before slipping another inside.

  “Yes,” I hiss with delight, wanting everything he’ll give me. “More,” I demand, and he obliges. With a third finger, he pushes in deep, and I moan. His mouth smothers mine, stealing the sound with his tongue. My hips follow his hand, wanting him to punish my pussy. It’s been far too long since I’ve been touched, and he’s making all the right moves.

  “Gotta get you ready,” he rasps, breaking the kiss.

  “I-I am.”

  “You sure about that, Gem? I don’t want to hurt you too badly. My cock was created to torment little pussies.”

  “Please,” I beg, wishing I could claw his flesh with nails I don’t have. “I want you so bad.”

  “So bad?” he taunts. The bastard’s used to begging from women, that I don’t doubt for a second.

  “Give me your cock, Ripper. Hurt my pussy.”

  “Just remember, you asked for it. Tomorrow when you can’t pee or walk, remember this moment.”

  I nearly snarl in frustration. The man has me vibrating with need. He’s a damn tease. His hands lock onto my hips and then he’s filling me. In one punishing thrust, he splits my pussy open to make room for his girth. I’ll never be the same; I know this already. There’s not another man out there that’ll satisfy me like he can. “Oh!” I cry, and his hand covers my mouth. His lips nip at my ear lobe as he tucks his face in next to mine.

  “Shh, not too loud, remember? Though I don’t mind beating some ass after I fuck this tight pussy of yours. Just say the word, baby, and no one will be able to keep you from me.”

  How can his violent words turn me on so much? They do, though. His brash assholeness is a
n aphrodisiac on my mind. He strums my body violently with his cock while whispering threats to anyone who dares get in his way when it comes to me. It draws me in, more and more, making me imagine him actually doing it. I’m a nonviolent person. I like peace and compassion, but his intense passion is quickly snuffing it all out. The way he touches me, the way he is…it’s addicting.

  “You’d hurt them for me?” I breathe the question, panting between the words. He has my pussy so needy, I keep clamping down on his long shaft each time he hits me deep.

  His eyes flair, his teeth gritting together as he watches me writhe in pleasure. “Fuck, yes,” he proclaims and slams home. It’s too much, too deep, and I cry out. He’d dropped his hand away from my mouth and I went and practically told on myself. No one has heard him come in my room, though, so my guards will think I’m in the shower pleasuring myself. It’ll be hard for them to believe, as it hasn’t happened in the past where they could overhear, but there’s a first time for everything.

  “You like that? Feeling me fuck you hard, knowing I’m tearing that sweet little pussy open for my cock?”

  “God, yes!” I shamelessly relent. He’s good, far too good, that there’s no way I’ll even attempt to deny it. His strong body holds me in place as I rub my hands over each dip and swell of hardened muscle. He’s more man than I’ve had my hands on before. He puts those straitlaced proper guys to shame with his filthy mouth and monstrous cock. “I’m close,” I choke out, growing more desperate with each thrust.

  He takes my words to heart, his grip tightening as he bares down and slams into me. He bends his knees and drives his cock upwards in short, ruthless thrusts. His pelvis hits my clit repeatedly, the sensations so overwhelming that tears spring to my eyes. I feel like I have a hurricane brewing inside, and it keeps swirling bigger as my orgasm nears. This man doesn’t fuck, he consumes, taking ownership to any pussy he touches. No wonder why my sister didn’t want to come home if she’s being fucked like this. It’d be hard for me to think straight enough to make it back myself.

  “You’re so fucking sexy—and this body, babe. You’re the type of bitch that drives a brother insane with lust. I’ve thought of nothing else but dipping inside this pussy from the moment I laid eyes on ya.”

  I should be appalled, completely offended that he just referred to me in that sense. I’m not. If anything, his words throw me into a tailspin. I feel desired, ridiculously beautiful and sensual in his gaze, and that’s a heady feeling for a woman to experience. It’s a sense of power at its finest to know a man wants you that badly. Especially someone like Ripper who’s fucked his share of women—all beautiful in their own sense, no doubt.

  “Oh, yes!” I cry, grinding my soaked pussy against him as my peak nears. The water’s ice cold, but I don’t pay any attention to it. He has me overheated, warmed by his big body pressed against mine. “Yes!” I repeat and he growls ferociously, his teeth sinking into the top of my breast. My eyelids flutter closed, my head falling backward. It slams against the tile, but the shock of pain does nothing. I’m riding too high on my tumultuous orgasm to pay attention to anything other than myself and the man ramming my pussy.

  “I’m going to come. Fuck, I wish I could come inside this pussy,” he groans against my breast and bites the opposite globe. His cum floods the condom, his shaft throbbing with each blistering jet of seed. My pussy tenses and releases with each pulse, the feeling sends delightful aftershocks through my body, making me crave more.

  It’s a good thing he’s holding me up, because I’d be Jell-O on the floor of the shower right now. “Wow…just wow,” I hum, tucking my face into his neck. The spray hasn’t completely chased away his scent of leather and sage. It makes me want to taste his flesh and continue the exploration by discovering every inch of this man.

  “I’m not done, Gem.”

  “Huh?” I ask, suddenly feeling a bit sleepy now that I’ve been sated.

  Ripper wraps his arms around my back, holding my frame to his tightly. I feel warm and safe and overall completely satisfied. I’m content after a day of thinking about him, and believing I was never going to see him again.

  “Cover my earrings with a towel,” I whisper into his ear, remembering that the guys can hear us as Ripper carries me to my plush king hotel bed. He turns down the ivory comforter and drops me right in the middle. I stay exactly where he sets me, naked and bared for his eyes. He grabs my diamond earrings that cost my father a ridiculous amount, wrapping them securely in a thick bath towel the size of a small blanket. He takes the towel back to the bathroom, leaving it behind on the counter and shuts the door. “What are you doing?” I inquire, thinking that maybe he plans to sleep in my bed with me. As much as I’d enjoy it, it’s too risky, my security detail would figure out he’s here, and they’d alert my father to it. That’s the last thing I need when I’m so close to having my sister back.

  He flashes me a devious grin, sliding between my thighs from the foot of the bed. He tosses my feet over each shoulder. “We’re gonna play a game.”

  “Hm?” I smile in return, curious as to what he’s got in mind. I have a feeling it has to do with us being naked, and I like that idea already, although my pussy is throbbing from his size, begging me for a reprieve. This may never happen to me again, so there’s no way I’m going to give in to the soreness and not take full advantage of these moments with Ripper.

  “We’re gonna call it, how quiet can Gem be?”

  Releasing an amused laugh, my brow rises. “Is that so? And who says I’ll be the one needing to be quiet?” I challenge. His head dips between my thighs and my hands fly to cover my mouth. His tongue lavishes my pussy in long strokes and I know I’ve already lost this game in the best sort of way.

  Over the next week, each evening is close to the same. Ripper sneaks into my room somehow, and brings me hours of pleasure, then he skirts by my security detail in the early hours of morning to go back to his club. Rather than reach my fill of him, I find myself growing desperate by the hour to have more of him. Each night his promises grow bolder, his remarks filthier and it turns me into a writhing, panting, hot mess for him. My pussy is absolutely wrecked. I’ve been soaking in hot baths with Epsom salts each morning, and yet I still beg him to brutalize my core. The pain is encased in pleasure and a sick satisfaction knowing an outlaw is hooked on having me whenever he possibly can.

  My father will be here soon, and thoughts of leaving are bombarding me, putting me on edge. To be on edge is dangerous, because you stop caring as much. In my case, I’ve quit attempting to mask my moans at night. I’ve gotten so loud during my multiple orgasms that the team won’t look me in the eye the next morning. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. Truth be told, I don’t care in the slightest and find the whole thing funny. What can they do? Demand me to stop pleasuring myself, or tell my father I’m up all night, enraptured in bliss? They don’t know it’s Ripper in my room making me feel these things, so they have nothing to go on, and proper etiquette insists they act like it never happened in the first place.

  As our nights grow longer together, the days until I leave grow shorter. That knowledge has one thought popping out to me: I don’t want to go home. I’m not ready. For once in my life, I understand how my younger sister must feel when faced with turning back to a life without any passion in it. I love my parents and I’m proud of my father for what he’s done for the country and our family, but I want to run away now too. I want to have my own life that isn’t in the campaign spotlight—one where I can make questionable decisions and relish in the feelings afterward.

  Ripper has told me he wants more time with me, but is that when we’re naked, or in general? Whatever it is, I need to figure out a way to make it happen. I need to change my life.

  Chapter 10

  The day I changed was the day I

  quit trying to fit into a world that

  never really fit me.

  - JM Storm

  “What made you like this?” Alice questi
ons one night after I’d spent a good hour tasting her sweet pussy. She’d writhed and begged and cried my name as I’d made her come three times. It was pure bliss to my ears and my taste buds.

  “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?” We’ve been talking some after we fuck, getting more acquainted with each other. I’ve never been much of a cuddler, but with Alice, I can’t seem to get enough. I want to be near her constantly.

  “It doesn’t mean anything. I’m only attempting to discover more about you and what influenced your decisions to become the president of a motorcycle club.” She says it all formal in her uppity dialog I’ve grown fond of listening to. She’s not snobby or anything. She’s never once looked down her nose on my club, and it has me questioning how she could’ve turned out so different from her parents.

  I offer up a smirk. “Oh, I get it. You think something happened in my life for me to be this way? Women are always so quick to judge,” I throw out, putting my guard up. It’s dangerous getting close to a woman and spending this much time with her when you know she’s going to leave and never spare a glance backward. It’s askin’ for a broken heart, and black hearts make bikers bitter. I’m already a fucking bastard to everyone, I don’t need anything more spurring me on to be any worse.

  “Look, I only asked because something must’ve propelled you to become so hardened on the outside.”

  I snort. This woman has nerve to bring up my transgressions when her own family can’t seem to keep their shit together. “You believe that something has to happen to a person for them to turn out the way they do…but have you ever considered that some people are born this way? That I *was born this way?”

  “And what way is that, exactly?”

  “Bad, Gem. I’m a deplorable man, and to answer your question, there’s nothing. I wasn’t traumatized or any other horrendous scenario you wanna conjure up to possibly justify my actions. I was born rotten. I’m corrupt and break the law because I want to, because I enjoy doing so. Ain’t no motherfucker lead me down this path but myself.”