Love, Loyalty & Mayhem: A Motorcycle Club Romance Anthology

by Ryan Michele

  “I wanna taste you,” she told me, and good as her offer sounded, being inside her would be way better.

  “No, baby. My Tee’s goin’ ridin’ tonight.” My shot and stitched arm protested as I wrapped my hand around hers, stopping her slow drag against my shaft. She tightened harder, and I grunted, then promised, “I can’t do everything I want to you. Not right now. Not yet.” Fighting my hold, she slipped down in the bed, mouth skipping over the bandage splitting me in two. “Dammit, baby.” My good hand tangled in her hair and I stopped her mouth a bare breath from enveloping the head of my raging hard-on. “You’re gonna ride me.”

  Faster than I expected, she caved, her agreement coming out in a softly drawn out, “Yeah,” like she’d finally realized what I’d been saying.

  I told her again, “Get a condom.” Pointing towards my jeans with a tip of my head, I reminded her, “I got one in my wallet.”

  She scrambled off the bed, and fuck me if I didn’t miss her heat immediately. Watching her move was nearly worth the loss, the sway of her back and arch of that fuckin’ gorgeous ass definitely something I could get used to seeing. When she bent at the waist to fish the wallet from my jeans, I was presented with the prettiest hole shot I’ve ever seen, framed by her heart-shaped ass, with the soft curve of her plump pussy lips peeking out below. My mouth watered at the thought of getting my tongue and fingers into her everywhere. I must have made a noise, because her eyes found mine from around her legs and she grinned, telling me without words she’d posed just for me.

  Talia straightened and turned to face me, fist pressed between her breasts. She said something, but I’d focused in on her tan nips, peaked and ready for my mouth. When she broke my field of view and covered those beauties with her arm, I looked into her face and muttered, “What?”

  “Gah,” she laughed. “Men. I said you have one.”

  She’d already lost me again, my gaze trailing down to where her bush hid the top of her pussy. Trimmed and tamed, but there, something I didn’t know I liked until I saw hers done up like that. Club whores had been my only outlet for years, and they all shaved for ease of what-the-fuck-ever they did after the members partied with them. I could see her pink lips glistening between her legs and knew her sweet nectar would glide like silk against my tongue. I want her so fuckin’ bad. Now my mouth was watering for sure, and I mentally revised the planned schedule of events for this encounter.

  “Hitch.” There was a tiny bite in her tone, and I brought my eyes back up to see she’d plastered a deep frown across her face. “Is your head worse? Are you with me?”

  “Baby.” I let my lips curl into a smirk. She stood naked, her body reacting to mine exactly like I wanted it to, but she was losing her happy place to worry about my damned head. The wrong one, I might add. “I’m good. It’s just you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous I can’t get my fill even starin’ at you. Everything I see, I wanna touch and lick and bite, and your fuckin’ pussy is callin’ to me. I gotta taste you or I’m gonna go crazy. You’re gonna ride my tongue before I get my dick in you. I wanna eat you out until you can’t remember your own name.”

  Her smile was like a beam directed my way, bright and brilliant, and so fucking there it was all I could do to stay in that borrowed bed. I wanted to feel Talia’s smile against my lips, wanted to ravish her mouth, wanted to kiss my woman until she could only think of me. I wanted to own that smile for myself, so she’d never give it to another man, ever again. Just me.

  “Come here,” I growled, stretching out my hand with a flick of my fingers. “Come right the fuck here.”

  She did, talking. “You’ve got one condom.”

  “Yeah?” Disappointing, but at least there’d been a rubber present. “Out of date?”

  “Not quite” came with a partial beam, a tease of the full version, and my heart leaped at provoking even that from her. “It does look like it’s been there a while.”

  “Yeah, I don’t fuck around much.” I wouldn’t say never. It’d be a lie and one she’d sniff out in an instant. “Generally comes with drama and I ain’t a fan.” Climbing into the bed on her knees, she made her way back to my side. “So there’s one. Is that a disappointment?”

  “If this is the only time I get you, I guess I was hoping for a twofer at least.” Talia’s lips curled crookedly, and I lifted my chin in silent demand. She leaned close and brushed against my mouth, the heat and softness of her naked body draped across my shoulder making my dick take even more notice. “Then I remembered you’re hurt.”

  “The condom’s good for the main event.” I watched as her beautiful eyes blinked open, pupils blown and dark again from our soft kiss. “I got lots of tricks up my sleeves to get you off without needin’ more.” Then I pushed. “This time.” When her brow furrowed, I cut out the bullshit. “Ain’t nothin’ says this is it for us, Talia. I like you. There’s just somethin’ about you. Makes me a hella sap, because I’ve got all these things I want. I wanna fuck you, sure, but I wanna get to know you, too. I wanna make you happy, and not just in bed tonight. You feel like home, Talia, and I am gonna be back to explore that with you. Ain’t a one-time thing for me, not in this bed, not with you. Even if I wanted to stay away, I doubt I’d manage. That’s how strong whatever this is feels.”

  “After only a couple of days?” When she cupped my cheek, her fingers trembled, an endearingly unsteady touch against my skin.

  “Yeah, Talia. After just the short time I’ve had with you, it’s enough to know I want more.” Arm curled around her waist, I gave her ass a squeeze, pulling her harder against my side. “What that more becomes, I don’t know and won’t lie to you just to get into your pants. Maybe outside of stressful events we’re not compatible.” Her lips pursed into a tiny moue, and I lifted my head to kiss the disappointment off her mouth. “I’m not expecting that as an outcome, darlin’, just sayin’.”

  The glide of her fingers against my beard and skin was enough to fan the flames, and I glanced down to see my cock arching over my belly, a thread of shining fluid stretching down to where a pool was already gathered.

  “You were basically unconscious the first time you kissed me.”

  “That wasn’t a dream?” I knew it wasn’t, and I remembered every moment of the kiss, but I wanted to see her smile. She didn’t disappoint. “Damn, baby. Thought you were an angel come from on high to bring me back to life. Had to have me some of that.”

  “You surprised me.” She laid her hand on my chest and traced a restless design there before pressing flat over my heart. I recognized it as an unconscious protective gesture, more evidence of our connection. “Covered in blood, and then you kissed me.”

  “And you—” I tipped her chin up as I raised my head, pressing my lips to hers, “—kissed me back.”

  “I…” She huffed a laugh at whatever was on her mind, then shared. “I wanted to know more about you from the instant I saw you get out of that van. You were obviously hurt, but something about you felt so vital. So alive. I guess I’m like you. I just wanted a little of that for myself.”

  “You got me, Tee.” I tried to steer us out of the deep end and back to the fun I had planned. “Kiss me.” Less a demand than I wanted, still it was the right direction. “Kiss me ’til we’re both so fuckin’ horny we can’t wait another minute. Then you’re gonna ride my tongue.” Her hips moved, and her bush was bristly against my thigh. “You’re gonna plant that pretty pussy on my face and go to town and I’m gonna eat you out so good, baby. And then we’ll put the single rubber to use. When your legs are jelly and my tongue’s wore out, we’ll ride some more.”

  The next little bit passed too fast for me. A blur of teeth and tongues, lips and groans, hands sweeping across bare flesh. Even from the bottom I battled for dominion, and she gave it to me, somehow gifting her submission while chasing my mouth. Soft and sweet, hard and fierce, every kiss rolled into another and lifted us higher. Fingers wound through her hair, I brought her mouth back to mine again and again, until I
pulled harder, arching her neck to see her face, finding the love-drunk expression I’d been working for.

  “Get up here,” I ordered, and her eyes widened before she moved, scrambling up the bed to plant a knee on either side of my head, tucking her toes under my shoulders. I watched the show as she positioned herself, naked body arching backwards as she steadied herself with a hand on her knee. The expression on her face was excited and turned on, but still a tiny bit hesitant. “You’re not gonna break me, baby.” Waggling my tongue at the promise of her only inches above my mouth. “Gimme.” My demand made her smile. “Hold yourself open with one hand, Tee. Use the other to show me what you want. Don’t be afraid to pull me closer. I wanna know what you need.”

  Mouth open, panting, she did just that. Two fingers separated her pussy lips to show me the bounty I was looking forward to, and her other hand curled behind my head, nails scratching gently at my scalp. My one arm wasn’t good for anything in this position, but I grabbed her ass with the other and yanked her down the final distance separating us until I had my mouth on her. Slick and wet, and so fucking sweet I couldn’t believe how she tasted.

  Diddling her pearl had her humping my face with a cry, gliding those wet lips so my tongue could circle her entrance before plunging in. And the sounds she made. Damn, I didn’t know that’d be a turn-on for me, but my rock-hard cock throbbed painfully with every sigh, jerked with each stifled moan, and slapped my belly when I found a particularly good angle so she whimpered. Her voice dipped low to say my name, then found a higher register as she called me a god.

  I wrapped my fingers around the top of her thigh, playing until I found her clit with a fingertip and thrummed it side to side while I fucked her deep with my tongue and got her off for what might have been the third time. Her legs stiffened and lifted, and I chased her pussy with help, the hand she had gripping the back of my head holding my mouth tight against her. The rising wail of her orgasm filled the room, and I couldn’t wait anymore, didn’t want to, didn’t give a shit if she was still coming, I needed her on my dick now.

  “Slide down, baby.” My words didn’t pierce the veil of her pleasure, so I lapped at her another dozen times. “Talia.” That got me her eyes, hooded and dark in her flushed and sweaty face.

  She licked her lips, and asked, “Yeah?”

  “Ride my cock.”

  Another glide of her pink tongue across those bitten-red lips and she nodded.

  I gave her clit a final fierce suck as she bucked her sleek sweetness against my face, then gently bit the inside of her thigh. “Now, baby. I need you.”

  She was positioned over my dick before I remembered. “Condom. Where’d it go?”

  “I don’t know.” Her breathy answer was nearly a sob and she wrapped her fingers around my cock, stroking up as she slid to straddle my thighs. “Where?”

  The flash of the wrapper caught my eye, and I jerked my chin in that direction. Problem solved, she smoothed the raincoat down my shaft with a gentle touch, pinching the top like a good girl.

  We’d been playing so long that when she seated herself on my cock, I lost it. It was so unbelievably good to be inside her heat, to feel her pussy clasping my shaft, force her open, that slick channel parting before my thrusts, I became wild. My words, my breath, even the thoughts in my head had slipped away. Everything was fucking gone, and the only thing remaining was a man desperate to fuck his woman.

  Pain be damned, my hands were in a tight hold around her waist as I dug my heels into the mattress and yanked her down so the sweet curves of her ass rested against my thighs, and I was finally—fucking finally—balls deep. I froze there, surfacing from the mania, searching her face, afraid to see pain and anger there. Instead, what I saw was the sultry expression of a woman who liked what she’d gotten so far and was waiting and ready for what came next.

  Pumping experimentally, I found a range of movement that worked for the wound and bruising in my side. Nothing would be completely comfortable, but God damn, this woman was worth any pain. Anything. Talia’s fingers curled around the back of my neck as she brought her titty to my mouth, letting me tongue and play with the beaded beauty of her lush nipple before I sucked hard, making her moan softly. Another slow thrust and her head rolled backwards, exposing the delicate column of her throat, marked by my mouth from earlier. The satisfaction and possession that swept over me was surprising, and I tucked those thoughts aside, giving my dick full rein.

  I held a rigid position as I swatted her ass, an encouragement to keep her moving on top of me. The long muscles in her thighs tightened and bunched as she rose and fell, using my hips as her launching point. We both worked up a sweat, turning the glide of her skin across mine into a delicious treat, nearly as mind-blowing as the way her sweet pussy clamped down on my cock, pulling and sucking me deeper. Talia’s ass slapped my thighs, and I grabbed a handful on each side, tugging in time with her rhythm of taking me deep, encouraging more of that delicious slide and glide.

  She leaned over me, ass moving in a pattern only she understood. Her mouth latched onto my pec again, teeth digging deep, and the unexpected burst of erotic pain had me groaning her name. She lifted and stared at me, mouth wet and swollen, her damned beautiful eyes dark and lust-filled. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and brought her in for a kiss broken only by our panting breaths. It ended with her forehead pressed to mine, and I watched as she came apart. Her pussy walls clutched me, drawing me deep as I hammered up into her, balls tight against my body. Muscles tensed with the electric spasms racking her she cried out once, then again, and then it was me who was gone, fucking gone, driving towards my own orgasm. Tight and wet, her pussy took every thrust, magnifying the sensation of being inside someone to another level.

  It wasn’t just someone taking my cock. It was Talia. And knowing, feeling, believing she’d wanted this as badly as I did sent me over the moon.

  Talia

  Hitch cried out as his body arched up and Talia gripped his shoulder to keep from being dislodged. She’d scarcely come down from her orgasm, the climax seeming to last forever with the thick shaft of Hitch’s cock drilling into her. He’d angled his hips perfectly to glide his dick in ways that’d roused a burning fire in her belly, catching hold and setting her ablaze. Now she got to see him in the throes of his own ecstasy, and he was gorgeous as he unraveled underneath her.

  Mouth open, his jaw moved, lips forming her name over and over, tongue dipping out to glide across his bottom lip. He righted his head, eyes opening and focusing immediately on her face, an expression of satisfaction coming over him at whatever he saw there.

  “Kiss me, beautiful.” He pursed his lips in an example of what he wanted, and she obliged, dipping low to press her mouth to his. “Goddamn,” he muttered, the movement of his lips sexy as hell before he distracted her by gliding his tongue in a slow dance against hers. “Fuckin’ me like that. Takin’ my cock. Lettin’ me have you.” Each phrase was punctuated with another deep kiss as they caught their breath. “Gonna hafta—” He growled and kissed her hard, the biting edges of his teeth and brutal thrust of his tongue making her gasp into his mouth. “Keep you.”

  His hand slipped up her back and cradled the back of her neck, a hold he used to bring her down so she was lying on top of him, head tucked underneath his chin while his other arm wrapped around her waist. “I should move,” she told him, surprised when her protest stirred another slow thrust of his scarcely softened cock into her. “Stop,” she scolded, but knew it held no heat when he chuckled, the rumbling movement of his chest comforting.

  “Like you right where you’re at, woman. You try to move now, I’ma smack that ass.” His arm gave her a squeeze she welcomed, granting silent permission to relax in place. “Lemme bliss out for another couple of minutes, Tee. This right here? This is fuckin’ worth everything.”

  She rested on him while he stroked and petted her back and side, the movements coming slower with each pass.

  “It’s nearly the best pa
rt of everything.” She spoke quietly, listening to his unhurried, even breaths in and out. Regular and steady, the sound was as comforting as those of waves against a beach. His grip on her waist eased, his hand coming to rest on her bent knee at his hip. “Just being.” The heaviness of his breathing deepened, sound coarsening as he drifted to sleep.

  Once he was well and truly at rest, she slipped off him, careful to hold the condom in place on his soft cock until she’d disengaged. Rooting around in the adjoining bathroom, she uncovered a washcloth and soap, using them to clean herself before going back to stand next to the bed. Hitch lay on his back, head angled so one cheek was against the pillowcase. His good arm had wrapped across his chest, hand tucked on top of the bandages she was glad to see unstained with blood. At least their ill-advised activities hadn’t broken open his wound.

  She thoroughly wiped him down, impersonally holding his penis as she did so, lifting his scrotum to gently swipe at the sweat she knew would have collected on his perineum. When he groaned and arched into her touch, she glanced up to see a tortured expression on his face, tiny lines fanning from the corners of his tightly closed eyes. His lip lifted, and she prepared for a shout or expletive, but what ground from his mouth wasn’t that. Just her name, spoken in a broken plea, “Talia.”

  Discarding the cloth in the bathroom, she studied herself in the mirror. Tousled hair, lips red and roughened from his beard, love bites dotting her dusky skin—she looked well fucked. Then she remembered how she had felt in his arms, nestled against his chest. Cherished by a proud man willing to take a more passive role than he was clearly accustomed to if it meant they could be together for another minute.

  She flipped off the light, padding through the darkness to climb back into bed with Hitch.

  Her heart leaped when he reached for her without fully waking, curling around her protectively, ever the bossy man, ordering her to “Sleep” with a gruff word before he relaxed into her.