Sinners MC

by Bella Jewel

  “I thought she was something she wasn’t, and it ended badly. She ran off with Addison, and I didn’t hear another word about her until she died.”

  “I’m sorry,” I say, feeling awful for him. “Did you love her?”

  Jackson looks shocked that I’d ask something like this. Does he think I’d be jealous of a dead woman? God, he’s so wrong.

  “I did, I thought she was it, and then I found out she’d been lying. I can deal with a lot; I can’t deal with fuckin’ liars.”

  My heart stops beating.

  I’m almost sure of it.

  I struggle to breathe, and my vision wavers. Liars. He hates liars. I’m a liar, and when he finds out, he’ll hate me. I will lose him. I’ve known it from the moment we started this, but I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to that. I press my beer to my mouth, and I swallow over and over until I choke. Jackson shakes his head, and gets off the couch to rub my back furiously.

  “Slow down there darlin’, you ok?”

  I look up into those green eyes, and I lose a piece of myself. I’m falling in love with him. This isn’t just sex. It’s an attraction that has buried itself deep into my soul, and I can’t get it back out. I feel a tear slide down my cheek, and Jackson leans forward, swiping it away with his thumb.

  “Hey,” he says, gently. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s...” I have to lie. I have to figure this out once and for all, but tonight, I just want to forget it. I don’t want to think. For one moment I just want it to go away. “I just can’t imagine how much it must have hurt.”

  He smiles weakly. “It’s in the past.”

  I nod, and look past him to see Muff just watching us. My heart skitters. Curiosity burns deep inside me. I have wanted to ask a question for a long time, ever since I saw the two having sex with Kayla, but I’m afraid of the answer. Now seems like the perfect time to change the subject.

  “Do you think Kayla is a whore?” I whisper.

  Jackson reels back, shocked. “What?”

  “A whore, do you think she’s a whore. Is that why you both fuck her at the same time?”

  Jackson shakes his head. “Kayla is a whore, because she’s had every biker in my club. She isn’t a whore because she likes a threesome.”

  “If she hadn’t had any of the guys, would you think she was a whore if she...if she...wanted it?”

  Muff clues on before Jackson, and his eyes grow heavy with lust. He sets his beer down, and he stands.

  “No,” Jackson says. “I wouldn’t think that. Ain’t nothing wrong with enjoying something in private. If she did it on a pool table, in the middle of a crowded club, then yeah, I’d think she was a whore. Plenty of people have kinks they like, darlin’, it don’t make them slutty. Why?”

  “Jack’s,” Muff rasps. “You’re so fuckin’ slow.”

  Jackson turns, staring at Muff walking towards us.

  “What’re you talkin’ about?”

  “She’s askin’, because she wants it, but she’s scared of bein’ considered a whore.”

  Jackson jerks, and turns his eyes back to mine. “You...you want a threesome?”

  “I...” I stare at Muff, then back at him. “I am curious, but I’m just...I’m not sure about any of it. I saw you two that night, and it played on my mind a little. I wondered what it would be like to be in Kayla’s position. I’m not sure I could be hardcore about it, god, I’ve never even given a head job in my life and...”

  Both men growl. My cheeks heat.

  “You can take it easy, or take it hard. There ain’t no rules, darlin’,” Jackson rasps.

  Muff stops beside Jackson, and I stare up at the two of them. They’re so big when I’m down here, so powerful, so manly.

  “I’m afraid, what if...what if I changed my mind?”

  “You say stop,” Muff growls. “We stop. Simple.”

  “And what if...what if someone found out...”

  Jackson shakes his head. “Muff talks, I kill him. I won’t say a word. No one will know about this, but I will say this...I’m only doin’ it once. Serenity, you’re mine, and I won’t get into a habit of sharing you.”

  My knees wobble, even though I’m sitting down.

  I’m his.

  I’m. His.

  I lick my bottom lip, wondering if the alcohol is making this choice for me, or if it’s something I actually want. I have to admit to myself, that I’ve always been somewhat of a sexual person. I might not have experience, but I have always snuck erotic books into my room and read them over and over, relishing in the dirty, sexy scenes. I’ve always been curious about a ménage, and while it’s a lifestyle I know I couldn’t live, I would like to...try it.

  “I want to,” I swallow. “I want to try.”

  Jackson’s eyes flare, and Muff makes a throaty sound.

  “You sure, darlin’?” Jackson rasps.

  “Yes, I want to try. But...if I say stop...”

  “You know I’ll stop,” Jackson assures me.

  “Me too,” Muff adds.

  “And it’s only once.”

  They both nod.

  “I mean it.”

  They both nod again.

  I begin to shit myself. Oh god, am I really doing this? I press the beer to my lips again, but Jackson reaches down, taking it from my hand and placing it on the table beside me. Then he takes my hand and pulls me into a standing position.

  “Slowly, yeah?”

  I nod, only to realize he’s talking to Muff. I flinch when he pulls me into his arms, running his hand down the side of my face. I feel another hand then, Muff’s hand, sliding over my shoulder, caressing my skin with the lightest touch. I shiver. Jackson takes my face, and tilts it to the side, before bringing his face down to kiss me, deep and hard.

  I kiss him back, but I know the moment Muff presses himself up against my back, his erection pressing into my bottom. He lowers his head, and drags his lips across my shoulders. I panic a little, when I realize I’m squashed between two men. I yelp and jump, and both men move quickly away. I’m panting, and trembling.

  “Hey,” Jackson says gently, reaching out. “You say no, we stop this.”

  Muff nods in agreement, though his light blue eyes are wild with desire.

  “I...I...I’m just overwhelmed.”

  “We’ll go slower.”

  I shake my head, “No...no...I want to. I do.”

  I walk towards Jackson, and he captures me as soon as I reach him. He pulls me into his arms, and he spins me around so my back is pressed against his chest. He runs his hands down the side of my body until he finds my hips, then he grips them gently, and leans down to kiss my shoulders.

  Muff walks closer, his handsome face tight with want. I feel my body beginning to warm to Jackson’s kisses. When Muff reaches me, his hand stretches out to stroke down my cheek. I tremble as he leans closer, bringing his lips down to mine. The moment they touch, I begin to tremble harder. Jackson is soothing me with words I can’t understand. Muff continues to kiss me; his mouth is gentle, not as rough and primal as Jackson’s.

  When he parts my lips with his tongue, I groan and grip Jackson’s hands that are on my hips, but are slowly dancing up my stomach to my breasts. Muff is a great kisser, very skilled with his lips. He doesn’t give me the sparks of want Jackson gives me, but he’s certainly got my body coming to life. I groan when Jackson grazes his fingers across my hard nipples, gently flicking them before he grips my shirt.

  I pull away from Muff, panting, and rasp, “Should we be doing this here?”

  “No,” Jackson husks. “We shouldn’t.”

  “Come on, princess,” Muff says, his voice thick.

  He leads me up the stairs, and I hear Jackson locking the door before following us up. We get to Jackson’s room, and I turn as soon as I am in. Both men grip their shirts, and pull them up and over their heads. I feel my body heat with lust. Jackson is tall, dark and handsome. His body is large, heavily muscled and covered in tattoos. Muff is equally as mu
scled, but his skin is fairer, and his body is covered in tattoos that are so colorful, it almost hurts to look at. They are quite fascinating.

  Both men stalk towards me, and I feel so tiny under their gazes. Jackson reaches me first, and he takes hold of my shirt, lifting it slowly over my head. Muff lowers himself to his knees, and my heart begins thumping wildly. He grips my shorts, and gently lowers them. I comply, slowly stepping out of them while allowing Jackson to undo my bra. When I’m fully naked, I realize I’ve never felt so exposed in my life. My skin tingles, and it takes everything inside me not to cover everything up and run.

  Muff reaches around, cupping my ass in his hand, and pulling my body towards his mouth. I whimper.

  “W-w-w-what is he doing?”

  Jackson grins, stroking his finger over my nipple. “He’s doing what he does best. I can fuck you in many different ways that he could probably never imagine up, but when it comes to licking your pussy baby, he’s going to make you scream.”

  I stare down at Muff, who is staring up at me with eyes so dark with lust, it makes me break out in little tiny goosebumps.

  “You know this is my favorite part of a woman,” he grins lazily. “And princess, you are real pretty down here.”

  My knees wobble again.

  Jackson grips a chair and drags it over behind me, then he sits on it and pulls me down onto his lap. He gently reaches out, and presses his hand to my chest, pushing me back until I’m lying over him, my head back on his shoulder, my breasts in the air, and my pussy right where Muff wants it. Jackson runs his hands down my side, and his lips find my ear.

  “I got you. I’m right here, baby.”

  I nod, and close my eyes as he begins kissing my neck. His fingers go down and find my nipples. He begins gently rolling them, paying attention to every, tiny flick that has my body arching for more. I feel Muff pressing his hands to my knees, and spreading them. Then his hand goes under my hips, and he tilts them up on a small angle. I feel his breath on my exposed pussy before I feel his mouth.

  But I don’t miss his mouth.

  Holy fuck.

  Holy. Fuck.

  I can’t say I’m experienced, I’ve only felt Jackson’s tongue down there, and I thought that was to die for. I was wrong. Muff has skill. There’s no denying it. He goes in, and he goes in hard. His tongue is strong, skilled, and damn, I don’t want it to stop. A feral groan leaves my lips as he flicks the tip of my clit quickly, before sucking it into his mouth, and then suddenly, he’s back to flicking. He’s like a damned vibrator. It’s as though he’s changing settings.

  He does that until I’m crying out, forgetting where I am, and then he stops. I jerk my head up from Jackson’s shoulder, but Jackson presses a hand to my forehead, putting it back down as if to tell me I need patience. I whimper helplessly as Muff blows on my throbbing clit, and then he leans down, and he bites it. I scream. I scream so loud I can’t hear anything else but the sounds of my own, pleasure induced breakdown.

  The pleasure and pain. The mix is mind blowing. I reach down, gripping Jackson’s thighs and digging my nails in. He tweaks my nipples harder, only increasing my pleasure. Muff continues on his little attack, by licking me as if I’m a damned ice cream. His tongue flattens out, and he licks up and down in big, god damned pleasurable, strokes. I am arching, I am whimpering, I am begging, and I don’t care.

  Muff’s fingers find my entrance, and he gently slides one inside me just as he uses his other finger to flick my clit. He does this three times, and the pain surges through me, before being quickly replaced with pleasure as he closes his mouth over my clit again, and sucks it in, hard. He sucks, and he sucks, until I’m bucking in Jackson’s lap and begging him to just stop.

  Then he removes his finger, and his tongue slides down lower before thrusting inside of me.

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  I come so hard I see stars. My head spins and I don’t even realize how loud I’m screaming until Jackson’s hand comes over my mouth gently. He rasps into my ear, “Fuck, baby, hush.”

  Then Muff’s tongue is gone, and I’m being flipped over on Jackson’s lap. He brings my lips down over his, and he kisses me so hard those stars keep on coming. When he wrenches his mouth from mine, we’re all ready to rip each other’s close off, and get on with it. Well, at least I know I am.

  “I’ve had your sweet pussy,” Jackson growls. “And I’d love to be greedy and take it first again, but,” he runs a finger around my lips. “I want to be the first here.”

  I shudder as he stands, taking me with him, then he deposits me on the bed, flat on my belly. I moan as he runs a hand down my back, making my body quiver. I hear the sound of a condom wrapper, before I hear Jackson say something to Muff that comes out as a blurred mumble. Then Jackson is in front of me, naked and hard, gently propping me up on my hands and knees.

  “Easiest way, baby.”

  He presses his back against the head board, and then takes my face in his hands, stroking my cheeks, staring into my eyes for long moments before gently tugging my hair.

  Oh. Jesus.

  I love a dominant man.

  I lower my mouth until the head of his cock is pressing against my lips. I snake my tongue out, touching it, tasting it, feeling the silky soft skin caressing my lips. I’ve never done this. I have no idea how to do it, but I’m going to go with what I’ve read about, or seen on television when the guys at the compound were watching porn. I open my mouth, and I sink down onto him, taking him as deep as I possibly can. I must be doing something right, because he lets out a guttural moan, and his fingers tighten in my hair.

  “You ready, princess?” I hear Muff murmur, and then he’s behind me, pressing against my entrance.

  I can feel my own arousal on my dampened thighs. I nod, and I feel Muff press in. He doesn’t stretch me the way Jackson does, which makes me think he’s thinner. He’s not small though, and I feel a bite of pain as he slowly sinks into me. I open my mouth, and a gurgled sound comes out. Jackson slips his thumb into the side of my mouth, and I slide my tongue across it. He growls, I mewl, and Muff hisses.

  Then Muff begins to move, and my whole world spins. I find it hard to keep a tight grip around Jackson’s cock, because my moans are too heavy. Muff doesn’t feel like Jackson in this department, Jackson far outweighs Muff in skill level when it comes to sex, but I’m so aroused, so excited, that even the slightest touch makes my entire body shake. It feels so damned good.

  I close my eyes, and focus on Jackson’s cock as Muff begins thrusting his hips gently in and out, muttering something about ‘so fuckin’ tight’. I move my hand up to find Jackson’s tight balls, and I gently massage them, feeling the soft skin against my palm. He groans, and rasps my name, before thrusting his hips up into my mouth further. Muff picks up the pace behind me, and I can hear his skin slapping mine as we all move.

  We just flow.

  Before I can come, Jackson is pulling his cock out of me, and moving from underneath me. I mewl desperately, but as if it’s an unspoken rule, Muff pulls out, and takes Jackson’s place on the bed. He lies down, pulling me over top of him. His eyes are lusty; his mouth is tight with need. Jackson shifts behind me now, and it’s then I realize what they’re going to do. This is it, the moment I’ve been fantasizing about. I shudder as Muff takes my hips, gently lowering me back down onto his cock.

  I whimper.

  Jackson is behind me then, his hand flattening out over my back and gently pushing me down further, so my chest is pressing against Muff’s chest. I drop my head into his shoulder, and just relish in the sensations washing through me. I snake my tongue out, and taste the salty sheen on Muff’s skin. He shudders, tangling his hands into my hair, and tilting my face to take my lips in a deep, delicious kiss.

  “Jackson,” I whimper, pulling my lips from Muff’s.

  “Right here baby, you’re ok.”

  I feel some cold lube against my entrance, and Jackson uses his cock to rub i
t up and down, spreading it. Then he moves it away and presses a finger inside, gently. I groan, and Muff grips my face, forcing me to look at him. His eyes are lusty, and he looks incredibly handsome like this. I reach over, and let my fingers glide through his thick hair. Jackson continues to stretch me, and I groan, shaking my head from side to side.

  “You’re ok, baby,” he murmurs from behind me.

  I squirm as Muff gently thrusts his hips upwards, causing a little bolt of pleasure to shoot through my body.

  “Think I can make you come like this?” he murmurs, running a finger over my swollen lips.

  “Do it,” Jackson rasps. “Loosen her up.”

  Muff grins, and moves his hands down, gripping my hips and gently rocking me. Jackson’s fingers fill me from behind, gently thrusting in and out as Muff pumps his cock up inside me, deeper, harder. I feel my eyes roll a touch, and I drop my head down onto Muff’s chest, finding his nipple. He growls when I pull it into my mouth, gently sucking.

  “Fuckin’ hell,” he groans. “Keep doin’ that princess, and this is goin’ to be over before it begins.”

  I bite down gently, and he bucks his hips harder. My body swells with pleasure, and Jackson’s fingers begin stretching and thrusting at the same pace Muff’s hips are bucking. My clit swells, and my body tenses. God, it feels so good.

  “Oh...god...” I whimper, running my fingers down Muff’s sides.

  “You know what to do, Jackson...” Muff grinds out. “She’s fuckin’ ready. Sweet pussy is squeezing’ my cock like a vice...fuck.”

  Jackson reaches underneath me, finds my clit, and gently flicks it. Muff thrusts his hips once more and I come. My fingernails drag harder down Muff’s sides, drawing blood. I can feel the warmth on my fingertips. I don’t care. God, I don’t care. I scream out his name, and then Jackson’s, and my body trembles violently.

  “She’s ready,” Jackson growls, sliding his fingers from my ass, and replacing them with his cock.

  Oh god.

  Oh my.

  He gently begins pressing in, while my body is still shaking. It feels so much tighter like this, as though Jackson is struggling to fit. I groan, and Muff reaches up, stroking his fingers through my hair.