by Jenika Snow
She rose up slightly and stared down the length of her body. She saw his cock moving between her folds, and when he pulled back she saw pre-cum spilling out of him, making a string of arousal from her pussy to his cock.
He rocked against her faster now. “My need for you is so fucking insatiable, so damn undeniable.” He was dry humping her, and bringing her closer to an orgasm. Another bump to her clit and she squeezed her eyes shut. So, so close to feeling that explosion. She breathed out as the sensations moved through her.
He still had his mouth at her throat, was still kissing and sucking at her skin. He had one forearm braced on either side of her head, and looked down at her body. The dark slashes of his eyebrows were knitted in thought, and the muscles in his jaw jumped beneath his stubble covered flesh. The lip ring he wore had her arousal spiking, and she rose up slightly, dragging her tongue along the small silver hoop.
She reached up and touched the side of his face, loving how he grunted in response. When she lay back down, she took Pierce’s hand and placed it between her breasts, and pushed it lower down her belly until she was making him touch her clit. “I’m so wet for you.”
She saw his throat work as he swallowed. “Yeah, you’re really fucking primed for me, aren’t you,” he whispered without phrasing it as a question. He rubbed her clit softly for few seconds, back and forth until awareness traveled through her. Her nipples tightened as blood rushed to them, and she grew wetter.
He latched his lips onto her neck again. “You’re so responsive to me, to my touch.” He ran his tongue up her throat. A moan left her. He lowered his head, trailing wet kisses along the top of her breasts before finally latching his mouth on an aching, hard nipple. He sucked the tip forcefully, drawing the blood to the surface, making it hurt but then licking away the sting.
The wet sounds of his lips around her turgid flesh filled the room. Pierce’s harsh, guttural groans filled her ears. Without thinking, Fallina grabbed him behind the back of the neck and brought his mouth to hers, feeling the need to take control this one time Truth was she liked him being the one to lead the way.
She swiped her tongue along his lips, loving the harsh sound that came from him. The musky, sweet flavor of her was still on him, and she grew wetter from it. For several moments Pierce gave in and allowed her to explore his mouth.
“Fallina,” he groaned her name. “I’m clean, haven’t been with anyone since I first saw you on that stage,” he murmured almost incoherently. “I want to feel all of you.”
Although she shouldn’t be stupid about this and insist he use a condom, she wanted this, too, and trusted him even if she had no reason to because she hardly knew him. “I want to be with you, too.” But she knew that with the club there was honesty and loyalty.
Pierce looked down at her, and lifted his hand to run his thumb along the swell of her bottom lip.
She opened her mouth and sucked his finger between her lips. He moved his other hand between their bodies, bracing his weight on his elbows, and placed the tip of his dick at her entrance. Fallina was so nervous, but she knew she wanted to do this more than anything else. A shock of pain went through her when he started to push his dick into her body, but she closed her eyes and held onto his biceps. He was just so big, so thick, and she hadn’t been with anyone in years.
And the feeling of his piercings sent a shock of pleasure and a strange sensation through her.
“Damn.” He continued to push into her.
The stretching sensation was intense, but when he was fully inside of her she sighed, feeling so full, so stretched, but in a good way.
“God, fucking hell, Fallina.” He started moving back and forth in her, slow and easy at first. The broad head of his dick stretched her unused muscles when he got to the entrance of her body, and then he pushed into her again. He did this over and over until she was sweating from the pleasure.
“Oh yeah, baby.”
He leaned back slightly and watched himself push into her and pull back out. She rose up on her elbows, saw the massive, long, thick length of him pull out of her. And when he pulled the crown out, grabbed his dick, and started stoking himself, she saw the piecing at the tip, covered in her gloss, and her breath stalled.
“It is so good, baby.” He growled out the words, and thrust back into her. The play of muscles that rippled along his shoulders and biceps spoke of his strength, and a gush of moisture slipped from her, further aiding in his penetration.
He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Over and over he did this, slow and easy thrusts that had her lifting her hips in hopes he’d go faster. Beads of sweat dotted his brow and slid down his temple. The force it took for him to control himself was astounding. Fallina wanted to just feel everything that was Pierce.
“It feels incredible.” And it did, so, so good. She wasn’t thinking about anything but being here with him, and she loved that. Something shifted behind his eyes after she spoke, and his movements picked up, as if he couldn’t control himself. His cock slid in and out of her, his motions fast, hard, as his hips slapped against hers and the sound of wet flesh filled the room.
“Christ,” Pierce groaned harshly. He pushed himself up, leaning back on his haunches, and gripped her inner thighs, pushing them outward slightly. He stared down at where his cock sank into her pussy. When he lifted his gaze back to hers he said hoarsely, “Watch as I take you, baby. Watch as I make you mine.”
The pleasure was insurmountable, but when she braced herself on her elbows and stared down at where their bodies met once again, the ecstasy rose, the intensity heightened, and she couldn’t breathe. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and the glossiness from her cream shone. He placed his thumb on her clit and moved the bundle of nerves back and forth, over and over, and then she exploded without any preamble.
Lights flashed as her orgasm claimed her. But Pierce didn’t relent as he thrust in and out of her, drawing her climax to the peak then keeping it there until she couldn’t even think straight. When the world came back into focus the image before her had her arousal racing to the forefront again. He looked wild, untamed.
Sweat dripped down his chest in droplets and landed on her breasts. Grunts and groans left him and grew louder. She knew he was close, could see it written all over his face.
“Yeah, baby. That’s it.” He tightened his hold on her thighs.
She was going to come again.
The explosion inside of her rivaled the one before. Fallina threw her head back and cried out as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Pierce dug his fingertips into her, and his low, animalistic grunt signaled he’d found his own release. If it were even possible, she felt him harden even further inside of her, felt his cum fill her, and knew her eyes widened.
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled so they were on their sides facing each other. The heavy length of him was still buried inside of her, and spasms continued to travel through her body. Closing her eyes and resting her forehead on his damp chest, she listened to the sound of his heart beating.
After several minutes of silence, and the feel of him stroking his fingers up and down her back, she lifted up and braced herself on an elbow, looking down at him. For a second he just stared at her, and then lifted his hand to cup her cheek.
“You doing okay?” he asked softly.
She smiled. “I am, and I think that must make me crazy.” She lay on her side and stared at the ceiling. “Do you think things will backfire? I don’t know much about the deal with Lucien and Callie, but I heard about the issues that happened with Kink when he found out.”
Pierce scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’ll be one hell of a mountain I’ll have to climb, but I’m not afraid.” He cupped her cheeks again. “I’m looking forward to it, because I want you that badly.”
She wanted things to work out, and she didn’t want her dad upset at any of them.
“Everything will work out, because I’ll make sure it does.” He kissed her on the forehead, and she
loved the gentleness in this hardcore biker. Fallina could see herself with this man, giving herself to him, and slowly allowing herself to heal from the inside out.
Chapter Fourteen
Rook knew how this might play out, knew that after tonight, and when they finally met up with M, things could get real bad. Tonight might be the only night he got his dick wet again, might be the only time he saw his Brothers, breathed in a lungful of air. Hell, this might be the last night he could actually bring his belt down on a female’s luscious ass.
Who the fuck do you think you’re kidding? The only ass you want to bring your belt down on is Bobbie’s.
He turned and looked at the woman that had been in his bed more times over these last few weeks than he’d ever allowed with a woman in the past. The truth was Rook didn’t deal with women, didn’t want relationships, and sure as fuck wasn’t taking an old lady. That was for the Brothers that could deal with that shit.
No, Rook was all about the pussy, all about the pain and pleasure. He was all about giving the bruises and welts, watching the tears slide down the women’s cheeks when he hit them extra hard, gave them what they wanted. And they always wanted what he had to give.
He stared at Bobbie, watched as she handed out some food to the guys, cleaned up, and knew if he was ever going to take a woman as an old lady he’d probably have picked her, made her his. She pulled at him, made him feel all feral and shit. He wanted to show her that when he beat her, when she wore his marks, it was a brand of ownership.
He brought his shot glass to his mouth, tossed it back, and gestured for the prospect to give him another.
Tank, the newest prospect for the Brothers, wore his name well. He was one hell of a tank, built like a fucking Transformer and shit, and had the hardness in his expression and background to be a pretty good addition to the club. But he had a few more months to go before they voted on allowing him join or to kick his ass out.
As it was he was doing good, and had a good shot of Patching in, but tomorrow night would make or break the guy. He’d be joining them in taking out M, and that would be the true test on if he earned his spot. He’d either come out alive, or he’d be another body on the ground, all in the name of The Brothers of Menace and not letting anyone fuck with them.
“You want me to just leave the bottle?” Tank asked seriously.
“Might as well. I plan on getting as shitfaced as I can tonight.”
Tank grunted in agreement.
The sensation of someone right behind Rook had him turning and seeing Cain standing there.
“Gimme two beers, Tank,” the biker said and took a seat beside Rook.
It was awkward as hell right now because Rook knew about Pierce and what he wanted with Fallina. If Cain found that out he wouldn’t be happy, and the images of Lucien and Kink going at it because of Lucien wanting Callie played through Rook’s head.
“You seen Fallina around?” Cain asked, grabbed the beers from Tank, and turned to face Rook.
Rook shifted on the seat, knowing damn well he’d seen Pierce head down the hallway and go to Fallina. “Nah, man.” He wasn’t drunk enough for this shit. Technically he hadn’t seen Fallina, but he’d heard Bobbie telling Callie she’d crashed for the night. But Pierce hadn’t been back in a long time, and Rook knew the Brother had just crossed one hell of a line. Maybe if he’d talked to Cain first, let the man know he wanted his daughter, who just happened to also strip when she wasn’t teaching kids at an elementary school, things might go differently for Pierce. But if Cain found out, which there was no doubt he would, shit was about to hit the fan.
“I saw her before we had the meeting, but haven’t seen her in an hour or so.”
“She might be in bed.” Rook cleared his throat, not sure what he was thinking about bringing up a bed.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. She was acting a little strange when she came to the club, though, and I get worried about her.”
Rook didn’t know what to say, how to respond. He had an idea of something going on between Pierce and Fallina, because he knew Pierce had stayed behind that night to speak with her. And when Fallina had come to the club, with Pierce following right behind her, both of them having this weird as hell expression on their faces, he’d known something had definitely gone down.
Damn, Pierce, what in the fuck have you gotten yourself into?
“You looking for Fallina?” Bobbie said, coming up close to them. Rook stared at her, at the way she seemed to light up the damn room just by standing there. Her short dark hair had these wild, bright neon blue streaks in them. She didn’t wear anything revealing right now, not too much that is, but then again she’d helped the old ladies with the kids, and at least had the brains not to dress slutty around them. Although truth be told she looked hot with hardly anything on, and hotter yet when she was naked and waiting for him to tear her up.
Cain turned and looked at her. “Yeah, I think she went to bed though.”
Bobbie set the empty glasses she held on the table. “I think she was talking with Pierce.” She smiled. “I think there is something there. He seems pretty into her.”
Rook froze, slowly looked at Cain, who for a few seconds didn’t say anything or move, and then Rook cursed internally. Cain looked toward the hallway, his mind probably jumping to all kinds of conclusions. Hell, Rook would have been thinking the worst, too.
“They’ve been in her room this whole time?” Cain asked slowly.
Bobbie was clearly clueless about the whole situation, because she smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I think so. He’s been watching her like a hawk since he got to the clubhouse and left the meeting room…” But when she saw the expression on Cain’s face, heard the darkness in his voice, and then turned and looked at Rook, she could obviously see she’d fucked up in saying anything.
And then Cain was out of his seat, the barstool falling to the ground, the beer bottles tipping over. Beer dripped on the counter and floor, and Rook looked at Bobbie, his annoyance rising, even though she’d innocently enough spilled the beans on this shit.
“Oh my God. Did I start something?” she said, her eyes wide, her voice slightly shaking.
“Yeah. You started something pretty big,” Rook ground out. He stood, walked by her, but she reached out and grabbed his hand.
“Rook—”
He turned and shook her hold off of him. “Bobbie, you should have kept your mouth shut, but you had to keep going on about Pierce wanting Fallina.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “You hear about the shit that happened with Lucien and Kink?”
She nodded slowly. “I hadn’t even realized. I wasn’t thinking—”
“No, you weren’t thinking.”
She stood up straighter. “Judging by how you’re reacting you clearly already knew.”
He just shook his head. “Just stay away from this shit, and worry about yourself.”
“Why are you being so cruel right now?” she asked, sounding genuinely confused and hurt.
“Listen,” he said in a soft voice only she could hear. “You’re a club whore, Bobbie, nothing more. I like to fuck you, and I make sure you get off. But that’s it.” The lie came to him so easily right now that he was feeling like an extra special motherfucker. But he was pissed, worried about what was about to go down, and also very confused on how he felt himself for Bobbie. He saw the hurt cross her face as soon as he spoke, and a part of him just wanted to hold her. But he wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t. That wasn’t who he was, or who he’d ever be.
He turned and left her standing there, the hurt on her face engrained in his head. Damn, he didn’t know why that bothered him, because a female’s emotions had never been a concern to him. Putting Bobbie out of his head, he went to try to do some damage control, even if it was probably already too late.
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Cain was going to kill him if he was in his daughter’s bed. If Pierce was in Fallina’s room, doing anything, hell, even fucking talking to her with the door shut, Ca
in was going to break some goddamned bones.
“Cain, please,” Violet said from behind him, but Cain saw red, couldn’t focus on anything but his destination, and what he was going to do if he found out Pierce was messing around with Fallina.
He knew the Brothers were following him, knew they’d seen the way he burst out of the main room, and probably saw the murder in his face. But he didn’t give a shit. He had one mission, and that was to make sure that motherfucker wasn’t messing with Fallina.
Cain knew Fallina was an adult, could do what she wanted, and see who she wanted, but that didn’t mean he wanted one of the MC members to be with her. He knew Pierce, that little motherfucker that was new to the patched-in life, that didn’t care about jumping from bed to bed. Hell no, was he getting close to his little girl, especially if he was doing shit with her behind Cain’s back.
“Cain, calm down,” Violet said again, but he was already at the door. He knocked once, but his gut told him he knew what he’d see when the door opened. He pushed it open, and the sight in front of him had him seeing red, and had his muscles clenching in preparation to beat a motherfucker’s ass.
There, standing beside the bed in nothing but a pair of jeans he was currently zipping up, was that motherfucking-prick, Pierce. Fallina was in the bed, her eyes wide, her hair mussed, and the sheets pulled up to her chin. Cain breathed out, feeling like an animal controlled him.
“Fuck no,” was all he said before he charged toward Pierce.
Chapter Fifteen
Fuck. That was the only thing that went through Pierce’s mind when he saw Cain standing just on the other side of the doorway. But when Cain charged forward like a damn bull needing to kill something, everything in Pierce went on alert. There was no denying that he’d just been with Fallina. He was, after all, in nothing but a pair of unzipped jeans, and Fallina had that “just fucked” hair going on, not to mention she was naked in bed with the sheets covering her. Yeah, it looked like he’d just had sex with her, because that’s exactly what had happened.