Mad Delights

by Beth D. Carter

  “Jesus, woman,” Romeo murmured. He cupped his erection straining against his jeans. “It’s been too long since I’ve been buried in that pussy. Stop teasing me.”

  She pushed his hand aside and massaged his hard-on through the material. “It’s been too long because you wouldn’t touch me.”

  “You were shot in the lung,” Dax reminded her. “Not exactly conducive to a marathon sexcapade.”

  “Oh, I like the sound of that.” She snagged a loop on Dax’s waist and pulled him close until both men sandwiched her. She glanced back and forth between him and Romeo speculatively. “Which one wants my pussy and which one wants my ass?”

  “Shit, woman, you can’t say stuff like that or I’m going to come in my jeans,” Romeo muttered.

  She stood on tiptoe and licked his lips. “Get undressed. Now.”

  They obeyed, although she had a suspicious feeling that they would be dealing out their own brand of retribution for her ordering them about. It made her pussy even wetter to think about them punishing her for her impertinence.

  When they were naked, they walked around her still-clothed body, studying her. She had to admit it was hot, having them look her over, judge her in a purely sexual manner. Her breath came in jerky little spurts and her heart thundered with the sweetest anticipation. Waiting. What were they going to say to her?

  “Unbutton your shirt.”

  Romeo’s order had her hand shaking as she hurried to comply, fumbling as she pushed the small buttons through the holes. They didn’t touch her, but they didn’t need to. God, her pussy was dripping, so she clenched her thighs together to alleviate some of the ache.

  “Legs apart, Chloe,” Dax said, slapping her ass. “You will not get yourself off, do you hear me? It will only be Rome or myself making you come. Understand?”

  She nodded, biting her lip to hold back the moan.

  “Now take off your shirt,” he instructed. “And your bra.”

  She slid her arms out and let the shirt fall somewhere behind her. Dax just watched as she reached behind her back to undo the clasp of the bra. It came free, proudly displaying her small breasts. Really, she didn’t need to wear one, but she liked the sense of security a bra offered. But it seemed like Dax and Romeo didn’t mind that she wasn’t more endowed because their focus centered like laser points on her breasts. Her nipples beaded, aching buds that desperately wanted to be sucked.

  “Very nice,” Dax said approvingly. Then he bent his head to kiss first one breast then the other.

  Chloe couldn’t help thrusting out her chest, and he obliged, closing his teeth to nip then suck until her nipples were slick with his saliva.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Romeo asked, his breath fanning into her ear as he nibbled the lobe. “You like having Dax milk your little titties?”

  She could only nod since Romeo had decided to divest her of her pants. He reached around her slim waist and unbuttoned her jeans. Then he slid his hands under the material and pushed down, ridding her hips of the material until the jeans pooled at her ankles. He’d snagged her panties along the way then helped her remove all of the clothing from her body. She was now naked in front of them, panting. Wanting. God, how she wanted.

  “Get on all fours,” he ordered.

  Dax stopped his assault on her breasts and stepped back. She took a deep breath, hoping to calm her frantically beating heart, and wiggled her ass as she got on the bed as he’d asked, on hands and knees.

  A hand gripped her thigh, and the rough callus on the palm brought all her nerve endings to attention. It glided up over her ass cheek, and a body settled behind her—Romeo.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Once again, she did as he’d commanded and spread them as far as possible. The position opened her sex for his viewing pleasure, made her vulnerable, and it was the only time she willingly turned over complete control to someone else. Not even with Nathan had she given that up.

  The bed in front of her dipped, and a long, thick cock appeared in her line of vision. Dax speared his fingers through her hair and brought her mouth toward him, telling without words what he wanted. Chloe leaned forward and kissed the tip, letting her tongue slid through the hole to catch the pre-cum dripping from it. Dax was salty, bitter, but addictive. She encircled her lips around the head and he let out an appreciative groan.

  “Oh yeah, sweetheart,” Dax said. “Suck my fucking cock. Take it deep.”

  As he held her by the hair, he withdrew, his dick glistening wet with her saliva. Chloe loved the dirty talk, loved how the words made her feel naughty. Dax returned her mouth to his dick, guiding her. He pumped in and out in a steady rhythm as she passively let him use her lips for his own pleasure. She didn’t mind. It was a heady feeling knowing that she was a vessel that he enjoyed. A toy. He held her head with both hands as he fucked her face.

  But it wasn’t just her face that was being played with. Behind her, Romeo twisted the butt plug then pulled it free of her ass. She’d gotten used to the feeling of being full and the loss had her moaning.

  “She’s so fucking wet,” Romeo exclaimed, rubbing his fingers against the folds of her pussy. He didn’t penetrate, so she wiggled her hips, hoping he’d get the hint to sink inside her, but all he gave her was a smack on a butt cheek. Fire licked through her and she wiggled again, hoping for more. He didn’t disappoint.

  “Oh, you like a little spanking, do you?” Romeo asked.

  He smacked her ass again, this time moving to the opposite cheek. Four more times he spanked, and each time her pussy dripped a little more until she was writhing in need.

  “Careful, sweetheart,” Dax said and eased out of her mouth. A string of saliva connected them from her mouth to his tip. It dangled for a moment then broke. “You were working her up so much her teeth were coming out.”

  Romeo stopped the smacks and he swiped one finger along her cunt lips again. This time, however, he pushed farther and stroked her slit. Chloe knew she was completely drenched—and hot—and she desperately needed something more than a finger.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?” Romeo murmured.

  “Fill me up.”

  She squirmed her hips, then his finger was gone. The bed dipped a little, then his tongue pushed into her pussy to tease her opening. While Romeo tasted and teased her, Dax kissed her neck. Then he scooted until he slid under her and kissed in a straight line down her to her tits. He licked her areolae and made tiny wet circles, eventually nibbling on her nipples until they were aching points that had her clit pulsing.

  When Romeo gently clamped down on her swollen clit, it was too much and she shattered with a little scream. Wave after wave of pleasure burned through her body until she was left weak and trembling.

  “Oh, yeah,” Romeo said as he withdrew his mouth.

  Chloe still panted from her climax and tried desperately to regain some of her senses. “She’s ready for us.”

  Dax abruptly pulled away from her breasts and left her. Without his body to support her, she almost collapsed. But before she fully realized what was happening, he had settled beside her and captured her around the waist to draw her legs over his hips. She stared down into his handsome face.

  “You know what me and Romeo did while you were recuperating?” he asked.

  She blinked. He wanted to talk to her right now? She could barely wrap her brain around words so she shook her head.

  “We got ourselves tested, made sure we were clean,” he answered.

  Then he grabbed her hips and pushed her down while he surged up, and slid his cock into her without resistance. Her moan of blissful acceptance became lost as his mouth found hers and he kissed her.

  He gripped her tightly as he fucked her hard and fast, working his cock deeper into her body. She tried to push back, to reciprocate, but his speed only allowed her to hang on and enjoy the ride.

  “Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he managed to say between grunts. “Holy fuck, I’m
so deep inside you. So good. So fucking good.”

  He surged once more and held her still. He didn’t come, and Chloe wondered why he wasn’t moving, until she felt hands pry apart her ass, and lube dribbled down the crack. A finger brushed over her back hole.

  “I’m going to take your ass now, baby,” Romeo said. “I’m wearing a condom. It’s cleaner. But the next time I take your pussy, I’ll be able to feel all of you.”

  His words had her squirming.

  “Fuck me,” she panted. “Please. Fuck me now.”

  “Slide out a little, Dax,” Romeo said.

  Dax did as he’d asked.

  Every nerve ending in her pussy throbbed with anticipation.

  “Now, I’m going to fuck this tight ass, Chloe. You’ll belong to both of us. Our little pussy girl.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes. Take me.”

  More lube dribbled down, then he leaned over her. He held her ass open as the blunt tip of his cock touched her anus. Chloe pushed out as he breached the tight ring of muscle, helping him inside. It burned, but it wasn’t painful since she’d prepped her asshole, and the burn only drove her lust higher. He slid in just a little then pulled out, added more lube and pushed back in. With him in the back and Dax in the front, she was stuffed full. It was tight and just a little uncomfortable, so she mentally relaxed her muscles even more.

  “That’s it, baby,” Romeo said. “God, I can feel you, Dax. Through her, I can feel you.”

  “Holy shit, she’s tight,” Dax muttered.

  “Pull out some more. Let me slide in, then, when I pull out, you go in.”

  They worked in tandem, learning how to operate, and soon they were a well-oiled machine. As one slid in, the other pulled out, fucking her until she was nothing but a big ball of sensation.

  “Oh, my fucking God!” Chloe managed to say, although how she was still capable of speech was beyond her.

  “I see my dick sliding into your ass, and I feel Dax fucking your pussy,” Romeo said. “Jesus, that’s fucking hot.”

  “Holy shit, Rome, her cunt is so tight,” Dax replied. “I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.”

  “Faster,” she gasped. “Harder. Please!”

  The orgasm climbed quickly within her. It wouldn’t be long before she hurtled toward ecstasy. It had never been like this before, this intense, this full. It was beyond reason, beyond normal pleasure. Dax reached down and pinched her clit, and that had her spiraling out into the heavens as she exploded into a pure, perfect moment of nirvana, like timelessness after jumping before gravity took control.

  “Oh, fuck,” Dax moaned. He buried himself deep in her body as he found his release. Hot cum bathed her insides as he jerked out of control with each jet. His body shook under her right before he collapsed.

  When Dax was spent, Romeo wrapped a hand on her shoulder and surged hard and fast, chasing his own plateau.

  “Yes!” he cried.

  She felt him swell in her ass.

  “Oh, Chloe, yes!”

  Then his cock slipped out of her body and he collapsed onto his side, next to where she lay on top of Dax. They were all breathing heavily, and Chloe reveled in the glorious orgasm as well as having her two men near.

  * * * *

  She must have fallen asleep because when she woke up, shadows touched the corners of the room. Dax had an arm snuggled around her waist while Romeo’s leg kept hers captive. She moved slightly, and their grips tightened.

  “Are you awake?” Dax asked softly.

  “I am now.”

  Romeo groaned a little and turned on his back, freeing her legs. “You wore me out,” he told her.

  She ran a hand down his sculptured torso, over his hard abs to grab his erection. “I think it missed me.”

  Romeo snagged her and pulled her up onto his cock. He must have cleaned up before going to sleep because there wasn’t a condom, but she was still nice and wet from their activity. She sank down effortlessly.

  “Ride me, love,” he said.

  So she did, taking her time now that the fevered frenzy from earlier was gone. Dax presented his cock to her mouth and she sucked him in. She could spend every day in bed with her men, loving them and being loved by them. Every fantasy fulfilled. When Dax spurted in her mouth, she drank him down. After that, she and Romeo found fulfillment in each other’s arms.

  They cuddled together as the shadows faded to night. Their stomachs growled with hunger, but Chloe was loath to leave the bubble they’d created.

  “This is it for me, Chloe,” Romeo said, stroking her hair. “No more other pussy. Just yours.”

  Somehow, the darkness eased the pressure of talking about commitment. She smiled.

  “You’re saying you’ll be faithful?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Because you know I have a slight problem with sharing.”

  Dax chuckled. “What about me?”

  “You’d better be faithful too, or I’ll shoot the bitch in the kneecaps. I’m a crack shot, remember?”

  “Oh, I remember,” Dax replied. “As long as it’s only me and Rome, I don’t care if you stalk us.”

  “I’ll hold you to that,” she said.

  “And, Chloe?” Dax asked. “I think I love you.”

  “Yeah,” Romeo added. “What he said.”

  Her heart thumped with happiness as her insides went all warm and gooey. “Well, that’s good. I think I love you both too. But we’ll have to have lots more sex to make sure.”

  Romeo laughed and bent to kiss her.

  Epilogue

  Vicious stood in the shade of a large oak tree, staring at the man who had taken everything from him. His hopes, his heart were completely destroyed. He’d wanted his own club, with his love beside him. But Bizerk was dead and Boone Tempest was the reason.

  The other men he’d collected had scattered, running back to their old club in Omaha, no doubt relaying the sad tale of how the Men of Hell had kicked their asses. The MOH had now become a formidable club that many would think twice about crossing. Everything he’d planned for and worked hard to achieve was gone.

  Something snapped inside him as he stared at Boone. The need for vengeance clawed at his insides. Boone got on his bike, his ever-present shadow, Gabby, beside him. A young girl got on the back of Gabby’s bike and held on tight as they zoomed away from the house.

  Perhaps Boone’s big silent friend was the way to avenge Bizerk. Retribution would be slow, prolonged, but find it he would. He just had to wait for the right opportunity.

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  Red Wolves Motorcycle Club: Along Came Merrie

  Beth D. Carter

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  Merrie eased up on the gas when she finally accepted the truth. She was lost. Miles from nowhere, she looked down at her gas tank light flickering dangerously low. She dug around on the passenger seat until she found her phone then illuminated it to check her bars.

  Of course. Dead.

  Story of her life—dead end jobs, dead end future. She’d been taking care of herself since before she should’ve and the only job she’d been able to get at age fifteen was working on a dairy farm. It was nice but it didn’t pay all that much, and she’d gotten tired of her ass being grabbed each time she came by with the coffee carafe. The idea of moving to Cheyenne had sounded good at the time but now—lost in the middle of Wyoming—somehow it didn’t seem all that smart. Why was it that none of the roads had marker signs?

  She’d gotten turned around at that last pit stop—that’s what had happened. Too many roads branched out for the truckers and she’d become confused about which road she’d been on. She was always doing stupid things like that. How hard was it to follow a road?

  Apparently, very hard.

  It only added to the melancholy lingering in her soul. She had wanted to start over, begin a new chapter in her life, so she’d donated most of her stuff to charity, keeping only the
items that were important. It had depressed the hell out of her when she’d discovered all her worldly possessions had fitted in her trunk. It wasn’t as if she’d had a happy childhood full of memorabilia and crap. Hell, she’d barely graduated high school.

  A glow in the distant sky lifted her spirits. A glow meant people, civilization. Hopefully it also meant a gas station or maybe someone who had information on how far the next one was—and food would be a plus. She hadn’t eaten since the truck stop a few hours ago.

  She pressed harder on the gas pedal. The quicker she reached the lights, the quicker she’d get back on the right track. Merrie kept her fingers crossed that she wasn’t too far from her destination. Who knew driving could be so exhausting?

  Her focus stayed on the lights and, as she grew closer, the shape of a large barn converted into a bar drew closer. Dozens of motorcycles surrounded it, big silver and black monstrosities that pushed a slither of unease down her spine. The only bikers she’d really heard of were the made up ones on television and they were dangerous bad asses. Plus, being a woman had her naturally distrustful of bars. There were too many horror stories where a girl went into a bar never to be seen again, and this one held bikers. She slowed upon noticing an old public telephone booth toward the back of the building. Never mind that it belonged in a museum—relief poured through her. She wouldn’t have to go inside to ask for directions. She could simply call the police to help her.

  Merrie flicked off her headlights as she pulled into the parking lot then headed around back near the telephone booth. She didn’t see anyone, so she turned off her car and opened the door. Getting out, she looked around and took a step toward the call box when she heard a man laugh. She swung around. In the shadows of the building, two men talked and shook hands. They wore leather vests with many patches on them but one of the men had a band of red running along the bottom of his while the other didn’t. The second man faced her, the patch on his vest white with a red devil and two Ds on it.