DAMON: A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel

by Meg Jackson

  “You don’t even realize,” he said, a hint of astonishment in his voice. At the same time, his hands came to my hips once more, tickling up my sides, making me close my eyes and moan in pure ecstasy. I leaned backwards automatically, my body delighting in his touch even as my mind tried to make me feel bad about my body.

  I barely felt as he unclasped my bra and threw it to the side, his hands now coming to my breasts and fondling them gently, much more gentle than Jeremy ever did. Unlike my husband, who just pawed at my breasts like they were pillows that needed fluffing, Reign’s hands massaged them, a growing warmth in my stomach as he gently pushed me back further onto the bed, rising even as my back fell, leaning over me.

  Finally, I was lying on the mattress, eyes closed in bliss as his thumbs grazed my nipples, now erect. I shuddered, then moaned as I felt one of his lips come gently to my nipple, sucking it in slightly, his tongue rolling over it while his hand favored my other breast, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  I could feel my slit flowing with juices, my body turned on in a way that hadn’t happened in years, and I squirmed underneath him, a low-level frenzy developing in my mind as he teased my nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other, blowing over them in between, the chill feeling making me arch my back.

  I almost cried out in desperation when I felt his head move from my breasts and begin to trail down my stomach, which fluttered under his lips, my nerves alive and aching for him. His hands settled on the top of my leggings and he yanked downwards.

  No. No way. This is not happening, I thought when I realized he was making right for my wet, aching sex. Jeremy never went down there. No one else had, either. A part of me cringed, screamed for me to stop him, that it was wrong, dirty, gross. Another part of me wanted to push his head faster, to feel his tongue against my aching clit, now swollen and straining for stimulation. I pushed myself up onto my elbows.

  “You don’t have to…” I started to say, wanting to give him an out, my two personas fighting to the death over whether or not I wanted him to. His eyes flashed up into mine and he reached out, pressing me back down on the bed, just forcefully enough to tell me that he wasn’t going to invite any argument.

  Oh god, oh god, oh Jesus, I thought, my mind in an utter frenzy as he drew closer and closer to my now-exposed slit, his fingertips tracing up and down my thighs as he lingered on my tummy, his mouth promising delights that I could never dream of even as his fingers drove me into a whirlwind of sensation, up and down, up and down, my inner thighs starting to quake now as he let his fingers draw just slightly nearer with each stroke…

  “Oh, holy fuck,” I screamed, piercing the night, as his tongue flicked over my clit, suddenly, strongly, unleashing a flood inside me as I tried to contain myself. The sensation was unbearably delicious.

  I grasped at his head automatically, running his soft, dark hair through my fingers as he lapped at my swollen clit steadily, his tongue stiff against it, then soft, then circling it, then flicking over it, a pattern that held me in a suspended state of unbearable tension. He was playing me like a master, my body a finely-tuned violin, his tongue the bow. My legs wrapped around his head of their own accord, pulling him in closer.

  “Oh, holy shit, shit, holy fuck, Reign, shit,” I moaned, over and over, his name tasting like nectar in my throat as he licked my pussy methodically, masterfully. My whole world was narrowed and narrowed to an ever-shrinking point, my clit the center of my own personal paradise, a fire rising in my face as a pressure built inside my pussy.

  His tongue flicked and circled and flicked and circled so warm, so warm, so soft, and my clit, his tongue, my body stiff like a board, my legs like tightly wound coils around his neck, my hands pressing his face forward, wild abandon taking control of me as he brought me closer and closer and closer to some destination, someplace I’d never been, some shining moment, that point growing smaller and smaller as he flicked and circled and flicked and circled and tore me apart with pleasure until finally

  I exploded, juices streaming from me, body nearly breaking from my muscles snapping in sacred release. My pussy clenched and released, over and over, again and again, my teeth gritted together as I tried to make sense of the sensations taking over my body, my first climax coming so hard and fast that I almost couldn’t believe it was happening at all.

  My fingers buried themselves into Reign’s hair, clutching desperately, my toes curling tight to themselves. My hips bucked under his mouth, and my legs were like a vise around his head. He hadn’t stopped licking at my clit even as it sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and as I began to sway gently down from my peak I panted, releasing him, his warm tongue still dancing over my slit, now lapping at my juices

  I lifted myself up once more on my elbows, panting and goggle-eyed, head spinning with the enormous pleasure I’d just experienced for the first time ever. I can’t believe I waited so damn long for that.

  Reign looked up at me, his come-hither eyes now smiling as he pulled away from my tender mound.

  “I’ve never…I mean…that was…” I tried to speak, but couldn’t make sense of my own voice, my own thoughts. Reign wiped his mouth and stood above me. My hands came automatically, desperately, back to his belt, wanting to repay him. He let me pull his jeans down, exposing a cock that put Jeremy’s to shame, massively erect and throbbing before my flushed face.

  I gripped the base, my hand stroking up to the plushy head, looking up at him with gratitude. In a single motion, he’d removed his leather jacket and shirt, revealing a body that was sculpted from marble, covered in tattoos, with just a spattering of chest hair crossing his broad, steely pecs.

  I leaned in, wanting to taste him, but felt his hands on my shoulders, keeping me at bay. I looked up, confused, to see him smiling wickedly, a crooked grin that only rekindled the flames inside me.

  “I want to feel you,” he said, pushing me back even further, coming between my legs once more as I let my body fall to the mattress. No one had ever been inside me besides Jeremy. My heart was trapped in my throat, each beat vibrating through my body, as I closed my eyes and prepared myself. “Is that okay?”

  He was asking me permission? After what he’d just done for me?

  “Please,” I moaned, reaching out to grab him closer, his hard cock now pressing against my gushing slit. Even with just a centimeter of it inside me, I could feel how huge it was, how it stretched my slit to its limit.

  I kept my eyes on his as he knelt onto the bed, and I pushed myself back further until we were both laying down, the weight of him against me thrilling and new. His cock returned to my slit and he pressed inside slowly, slightly. I gasped, my pussy stretching to fit his girth, a new heat rising to my cheeks.

  I grabbed his biceps, stroking his skin, wanting more. He looked at me with eyes like a wolf about to take his mate, and I felt lost in his gaze, tumbling through nowhere, the only things in the world our two bodies bound together in bliss. I cried out, throwing my head back and closing my eyes, as he suddenly thrust into me, his cock sliding easily into my wetness, tearing my pussy in two in a delicious moment of combined pleasure and pain.

  He throbbed inside me, holding still for a moment, my body beginning to glow in some inner place, previously unbeknownst to me. My fingernails dug into his biceps as he began to thrust into me, slowly, gently, each pump driving a cry from my mouth as he filled me entirely with his hardness, lighting up parts of my deepest self that I’d never even felt before.

  My nerves were sparking like fireworks, my face turning to a fan of flames as heat coursed through me with each stroke, my eyes popping open to meet his. My hips automatically began to work with him, rising and falling to meet his pumps, my pussy gushing around him as he drove deeper and faster into me.

  Suddenly, he pushed one arm underneath me, raising my lower back, and with his next stroke I felt him hit some tender button inside me, some field of untapped energy, my mind sparking with electricity as he pres
sed hard into it. My nails dug into his flesh, my free hand now coming to his lower back and pulling him in, my body only knowing that it wanted more of what he was giving me.

  My legs clenched tight around his waist as he thrust into me, each time pounding into that same spot, a hot air balloon of pressure rising in my stomach once more as my eyes closed and my mouth opened in a soundless cry, muscles dancing up and down with ecstasy. He began to fuck me harder, no longer holding back, his massive cock driving into my body almost violently, his hips working at a breakneck pace, his breathing growing labored.

  Turning my head to the side, I could see his fingers clenching the covers, feel his body on top of me tense and begin to shake. That balloon of pressure was rising inside me, rising, quickly, too quickly, my eyes clenched shut, my toes wiggled frantically, my grip on his bicep almost painful, lights dancing before my eyes as my body relented, surrendered to him, melting into a soft puddle of shimmering pleasure, my second climax making me feel like I was levitating off the bed, entering an intoxicating dream world, my pussy milking his cock as he thrust it once more into me with a shudder.

  I barely registered the bursts of cum that spouted from his cock, massaging my pussy walls as they clenched around him, my body tingling all over as I collapsed in an exhausted puddle underneath him, feeling him pulse inside me with each burst of hot cum, filling me entirely until he finally slid out with a wet plop, his cock trailing gooey white cum down my thighs.

  Jeremy, fuck you, I thought, lazily, almost giddily, my body now freed of the last thing he held over me, another man’s cum dripping from my gushing slit, my entire being a singular pillar of dizzy bliss and ecstasy. Reign slid onto the bed beside me, our bodies too overheated to even touch, both spent and panting beside each other.

  “Thank you,” I murmured through closed eyes. He turned to me, opened one eye in a slit, chuckled.

  “Sure, anytime, beautiful. Holy shit,” he said, letting all his breath out in a rush and shaking his head. “I can’t remember the last time I came like that.”

  “Really?” I said, lifting my head in bafflement. Surely he had girls by the dozen lining up to experience a taste of that amazing cock.

  “You’re something else, that’s all I have to say,” he said, and I detected something strange in his voice, almost wistful. I turned onto my side, looking at his profile. My eyes fell on a tattoo on his bicep, a Celtic cross that wound around a supplicating angel. I brought one finger to it, tracing it gently, and felt his skin react to my touch. He turned to me once more, no longer smiling, his eyes fixing on my face like I was the finish line of a race.

  “Can I stay for a while?” he asked. He sounded embarrassed, like that wasn’t something he usually did. I nodded. He turned on his side. I thought, briefly, that my little belly was probably in an unattractive roll. But the way he was looking at me I knew it didn’t matter a single bit. He stroked my cheek.

  “Something else, indeed,” he said.

  7

  “And…I mean, you don’t feel bad? Being a one-percenter, or whatever? Doing criminal stuff all the time?” We were still lying in bed, had been for hours, minutes dripping away as we talked about everything and nothing at once. He had been telling me about the Black Smokes, his club, apparently trusting me enough – or at least not threatened by me enough – to let me in on some of the grittier details of their operation.

  “Well, I don’t know, you gotta look out for your own. I don’t like doing bad things, but if someone’s gonna do something bad to you and yours, well…better to beat them to the punch, I guess. We aren’t such bad guys, we aren’t out there feeding drugs to kids. Hell, we take care of drug dealers, you know? Rip ‘em off, keep ‘em from getting people hooked, I see it as being Robin Hood,” Reign said, eyes half-lidded. I was surprised he was being so open. I guess I wasn’t much of a threat.

  “Well, Kant would have a lot to say about that,” I said with a laugh. Reign looked at me puzzled.

  “Can’t would? Yeah, I guess, if you aren’t in the life you don’t have much of a right to say anything…”

  “No, no, not ‘can’t’. Kant. Like, Immanuel Kant. He was a philosopher,” I said, trying to hide my amusement. Reign looked slightly offended.

  “Got no use for philosophers, big talkers. None of his damn business, if you ask me,” he said, seeming upset to be told something he didn’t know. I got the impression that Reign wasn’t used to “chicks” who knew more than him about any subject except lipstick shades.

  “Well, I guess that’s true,” I said, conceding that it really wasn’t any of the long-dead German’s business what a modern-day biker dude’s personal philosophy was.

  “What about the cops around here, though?” I asked, thinking about Jeremy, his cop friends, the way they seemed to rule every aspect of my life. It’d been no less than a miracle that I’d snapped and taken the money and run when I’d been too afraid to even tell anyone about Jeremy’s nasty habit of speaking with his fists. Reign scoffed.

  “We own the cops in this town. Shit, they love us. We keep the drugs out of town, we bring money in. Someone tries to come in here and start messin’ around, we take care of ‘em. This is the wild West, sweetheart. Vigilante justice is our bag,” he said, a confident smile coming over his face. He was bragging, like he was trying to impress me.

  “I don’t think I could live like that, myself,” I said, hoping to stroke his ego a bit. He deserved it, after all the ways he’d stroked me. “I don’t even really know how to live on my own.” Now that I’d started speaking, I was saying things that I hadn’t realized I’d felt before they left my mouth.

  “I’m sure you know more than you think. You’re just confused right now, you know? It’s a tough thing, what you’re doin’. Ain’t got no one to help you along the way?”

  I shook my head. Both my parents had passed, I had no siblings, no other family, and my friends…well, I’d stopped having friends the longer I stayed with Jeremy. Because he didn’t trust me to go out with them on my own, and thought they would poison me against him. He’d never said those things, of course, but he made my life such living hell whenever I tried to keep up my friendships that I eventually stopped trying.

  There was no one on this earth I could trust anymore. That thought made me want to start crying. But I didn’t want to do that here, now, in bed with this mysterious stranger who’d helped me climb that final mountain. Attain that last peak, if you’ll excuse my mixing metaphors.

  “No, no. And it’s not just my husband,” I said, lifting myself up onto my elbows as my mind turned. Should I tell him the whole truth? About the money and everything? Because it really wasn’t just escaping Jeremy that was plaguing my spirit. If anyone would understand, it seemed he would. But he was basically a stranger, still, and he wasn’t being very secretive about his criminal habits. I’d be stupid to tell him about the money. He might not turn me in, probably wouldn’t, but he’d probably take it for himself and his club.

  “Oh?” he asked, and I realized I’d been silent for a while, thinking of how to tell him that I was in trouble with the law without telling him exactly why. The solution, as most things in life, was actually simpler than I made it out to be.

  “I just…I had to do something to get away, and it’s not exactly legal. I can’t stick around. I’ve got to get somewhere safe, and soon. I need to get to Mexico. I have…I have money,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t ask for more details.

  “And you think Mexico is gonna be safe? Darlin’, do you know anyone in Mexico? Do you even speak Spanish? You look like you might,” he said. I was relieved he didn’t pry into exactly what it was I’d done; then again, it seemed like that might be some sort of criminal code. If you meet a like-minded (or luscious-bodied) person on the run for something bad, you helped before asking questions. I shook my head at his queries.

  “What do you think is gonna happen? You get ‘cross the border, they hold a party for you, welcoming to the great country of Mexico
? Shit, the way you look, you don’t wanna take two steps in that place unless you got bodyguards. They’d eat you up, honeybuns,” he said.

  I bit my lip. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about. Then again, after so many years of mind games from Jeremy, it was hard to tell when someone was being genuine and when someone was being manipulative.

  What if he was just trying to get me to stay so he could find out what it is I’d done; maybe he had suspicions about how much money I had? I cursed myself for telling him I had any money at all. But what other reason could he have for not wanting me to hit the road as soon as possible? Surely, he had plenty of girls to choose from, what with his kiss-me lips and honey-come-here eyes.

  “I don’t know. I just figured I’d be better off living free in South America than on the run here…”

  “Sure, but you can’t just go barging down to no man’s land in a beater. You even have a passport? I mean, not your passport? They track that shit, you know. Girl, you best to stick around a few days. I can help you. With the car, sure, but I know people down there. Let me make some calls. And we’ll get you some clothes, a new ID, all that,” Reign said, leaning back and closing his eyes as though the discussion was done.

  “Well, thanks for the offer, but I really feel more comfortable…”

  “You think you do, but you won’t. Trust me. Nasty guys down there at the border. You don’t wanna risk your pretty little neck. Let me get it all set up for you. C’mon, let me be a good Samaritan. You did me a favor tonight, let me repay you,” he said, opening his eyes slightly, looking at me through the corner.

  “What kind of favor did I do you tonight? Seems like you did all the work,” I said, unable to keep the blush from my face and the excitement from my voice as I remembered what had brought us to our current, naked, lounging state.