Mason: Inked Reapers MC

by West, Heather

  A hard look settled on the taller man. Dark, blue eyes swept the room, stopping on me for a moment. He raised an eyebrow when I didn’t shirk away, and a deep dimple appeared on his cheek when he grinned. A sadistic grin that sent a shiver through me. Lucas said something that drew his attention and the five of them headed the back room.

  Jayson glance my way, and I ducked my head down, moving around the bar pretending to be working. Through the corner of my eye, I watched the menacingly tall man, and he watched me, too.

  With Jayson tucked away doing business, it was easier for me to breathe. I finished stocking the bar and wiping down all the tables. I had only another hour before I could go hide in my room while Jessica finished out the night. The door rang, signaling Jessica’s arrival and I started to breathe a little easier. If the meeting went well, she’d be slinging drinks to those guys for a few hours. Hopefully, I’d be fast asleep and my door locked before they started searching out their evening’s entertainment. Jayson hated that I locked my door, at first, he'd forbidden it. Lucas had stepped in for me, said that without a few hours of sleep a night I’d be useless to them. Jayson called it a bullshit excuse, but, in the end allowed it. He had a key though, there was no getting around that. But at least, none of the other guys would bother me for a few hours while I slept.

  “Hey, hon.” Jessica tied on her apron and took a seat on a stool. “Anything exciting going on?” She nodded toward the closed door. The door only closed when there was club business being discussed. Since most of the members were either in the lounge drinking or out in the courtyard, it was odd to see it shut.

  “I don’t know.” I plucked up a bottle of water and unscrewed the top. “Some guys from Inked Reapers are here. Lucas and Jayson took them in there.” Hooting and hollering floated in from the courtyard, as I sipped my water.

  “Jansen’s out there showing off his new bike.” Jessica rolled her pretty blues. She’d been gifted with red curly hair that I would have died for. Better than the pixie cut brown hair I sported. “Some custom spoiler or something.”

  I gave a laugh. “You’ve been working for these guys for almost two years, I would have

  thought you’d have learned a thing or two by now.”

  “Nah. I’m here for the tips and the protection.” Jessica’s older brother had been a member of the club before he was killed during a job. So when her ex-boyfriend decided to start laying into her, the club stepped up for her. Lucas mostly. He’d taken care of the problem, but it hadn’t fixed everything. Her ex hadn’t disappeared altogether and every now and then she’d get messed with, at whatever job she managed to land. Lucas hooked her up at the clubhouse. Secretly, I think Lucas had a thing for her, but she insisted he was just a good guy. Uh, huh. Considering the company he kept, it wasn’t exactly difficult to be the good one.

  “Whatever.” I laughed with an eye roll. She said something, but I my attention was yanked by the sound of my name. I jerked a look at the end of the bar. Mr. Universe stared back at me with that same smile. I straightened up and put a fist on my hip. “What can I get you?”

  “Lucy, take Mason here back to your room. Show him a good time.” Jayson walked out of the back room. I looked from him to Mason.

  Jessica patted my hand and gave me a sympathetic look before hopping off the stool and rounding the bar. “Hey, Jayson. Can I get you a drink?” Jayson nodded but kept his gaze on me, waiting for me to comply.

  “Sure, thing.” I swallowed, dropping the towel on the bar. “My shift’s over,” I gave the big guy a smile, hoping to hell he wasn’t so damn big everywhere.

  “You’re shift’s never over,” I heard Jayson growl as I rounded the bar and shimmied up to Mason. He smelled as good as he looked. Clean, musky. A girl could get lost in those dark eyes of his. He wrapped his arm around me, hauling me up to his side.

  “Where’s your room beautiful?” He had already started walking toward the hall leading to the member’s rooms.

  “Just down the hall.” I didn’t try to get out of his grasp, he held on tight and I figured he was playing at some game with Jayson. The fierce expression on Jayson’s face as we turned into the hall was enough to know, he didn’t like what was about to happen any more than I did. But knowing he was pissed about it sent a little thrill through me.

  I pointed to my door, and he dropped his arm from my shoulders, picking up my hand and heading straight for it. The heat of his touch tingled over my hand and up my arm. I tried to get a better look at his expression, but he’d moved ahead of me. He pushed through the door and half flung me into the room. I twirled around to face him.

  Hungry. His eyes reminded me of a man who hadn’t eaten in a very long time, but surely this hot man before me was no starving peasant. He leaned against the door, folding his arms over his massive chest. His shirt pushed up his arms showing off more of his ink. Tribal bands ran down both arms to his elbows, from there several different designs woven together filled in his forearms ending with black cuffs around each wrist.

  His stare unnerved me, the way he seemed to peer into me, trying to read me. I looked away. I wasn’t that easy. “So, what would you like?” I asked, like I was a menu or something. For the tenth time that month I promised myself that doing this didn’t make me a real whore. I wasn’t some low-life street corner hooker. I was a survivor, doing what I needed to survive. I knew what happened to women who crossed the club.

  He eyed me quietly for a minute, then twirled his finger in the air, signaling me to turn around. I did my best not to roll my eyes, and followed his directions, moving my feet and spinning around. I doubted he could see much in my jeans and blouse. “Take off your clothes.” His low voice commanded. “All of them.” Of course.

  I unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it down my arms, tossing it to the chair beside the desk and moved my hands to my jeans. I looked up briefly to find him staring at me intently. The hunger hadn’t died down, in fact, it had intensified. With my jeans tossed aside, I reached back and began to unfasten my bra. “Wait.” He put a hand up to still me before taking the few strides needed to get to me. His large hands rested on my shoulders. “You’d think you’ve never stripped for someone before.”

  “Strip? You told me to take my clothes off. They aren't the same thing.” I tilted my head. “You should be clearer in your instructions, if you are going to give them.” Irritation flashed in his eyes, and for a moment, I thought about stepping away.

  “You’re right. I should be clearer.” He cupped my chin in his hand, the sensation of his touch speeding up my heartbeat. “I’m going to finish undressing you, then you’re going to slide your pretty self down to your knees, and you're going take my cock in your mouth.” With the utmost skill, he slid his free hand around me and unclasped my bra. “Keep your eyes on me.” It wasn’t a request.

  I looked into his dark eyes and wanted desperately to find somewhere else to look. The intensity was too strong to remain there for long. I settled for his chin. A strong chin. He gave a low chuckle, as he pulled my bra from my arms. “I guess I will need to be exact with you. Look at my eyes, don’t look anywhere else. Unless I’m behind you, you keep your eyes on mine. Understand?” He tweaked my nipples making me jump, the short-lived pain jolted through my body. The heat inside of me grew even when I tried to stamp it down. This man, this man was dangerous. His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs circling my now taut nipples. I took a steadying breath. He was unraveling me and we’d barely begun. “Such pretty tits.” He leaned down then and dragged his hot tongue across them, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.

  I tried to ignore the sensation, but the trip wire had been tripped and there was no undoing it. When he released my breasts and squatted down in front of me, I fought back the moan that bubbled in my chest. His fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties. Suddenly, I wished I’d worn something a little sexier than my usual soft yellow cotton. I didn’t usually care about the undergarments the assholes saw, but this guy was different.
He seemed to drink me in.

  “Let’s see what we have here.” He pulled the panties over my hips and down my legs. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, trying to corral all of the rambling thoughts in my head. How could his touch have such an effect on me?

  His hand slid in between my legs, and he wiggled it. “Open.” One word. One simple command, and I was helpless to disobey. My feet slid apart, as he’d already removed my panties. How’d he do that? “Ahh, here it is.” His hand rubbed against my sex. I was already wet, I could feel it and now he would, too. The grunt of approval only fueled the fire inside of me.

  With one hand wrapped around my waist holding me in place, he began to stroke me. Fingers slid between my lips, rubbing my wetness over my folds. “So wet.” He kissed my thigh, and I nearly buckled beneath the tenderness of it. Next, his teeth bit into me, the same place as his kiss and I cried out. Bending over and steadying myself on his shoulders. He growled and bit me again.

  “Fuck.” I groaned when his tongue licked the spot where his teeth marks now sat.

  “Oh, such a dirty mouth.” He chuckled and began to move his hand quicker, rubbing me harder. My clit responded quickly to the touches, by wanting more. I pushed my hips toward him, looking for that connection, for that little bit of relief. But he wasn’t done with me. His hands disappeared and he stood up, grinning at me like a cat who’d just caught the damn canary. He wiped the hair away from my face, tucking the short strands behind my ear. “There, that’s the look I like.” I had no idea what look he was referring to, only that he seemed pleased and in return, my thighs became damper with my desire. “What did I say you were to do when I finished undressing you?”

  Keeping my eyes glued to his I slid down to my knees, looking up at him. Those eyes. I could tumble deep into those eyes if he wanted me to.

  CHAPTER THREE

  MASON

  The girl Jayson handed over to me for the night knelt before me, her light brown eyes peering up at me. My dick wanted out of my pants, and it wouldn’t wait much longer. When I had first seen her in the lounge, she’d looked a little nervous, but when Jayson announced she was mine for the night, I could see her stiffen. Even if she was a bit nervous having me in her room, she didn’t show it.

  I’ve fucked club whores at other clubhouses before, and they’d all come willingly with me to ride my cock to oblivion. Not this girl. This girl looked like she’d just been told to clean the toilets. At least, she tried to hide her annoyance, but I didn’t want a woman who would tolerate me in her bed. I wanted my women soft, pliable, out of control. Submissive. It didn't take long to get her there, to pull her from where she felt safe and in control, to the pool of warmth before me. She could try to deny it, but her eyes gave her away. She wanted to please me, she wanted my touches, and she wanted to fuck me.

  “That’s a good girl.” I stroked her head as I unbuckled my belt with one hand. I managed to unbutton and unzip my pants while keeping my hand on her. The connection, small as it may be, pacified her. She leaned into my palm, although I’d bet a million bucks that she had no idea she was even doing it.

  Her eyes widened when my cock popped out in front of her, bobbing right before her lips. Those perfectly pink, pouty lips. I pushed my jeans down further and pressed the tip of my dick to her mouth. “Open for me, beautiful.” I pressed down on her jaw opening her mouth wide for me.

  I pushed forward, feeling the heat of her tongue under my cock as I moved back. She wouldn’t be able to take all of me, not unless she knew what she was doing. Something about her told me she wasn’t a veteran to this lifestyle. She coughed when I touched the back of her throat, her lips clamped down around me and her hands came up on my thighs, pushing me back. “No. Just relax.” I pulled out, feeling the suction of her mouth as I did and growled when I pushed back in. She didn’t fight me, but she kept her hands on my thighs, I held her head right where I wanted it and began to slowly fuck her mouth.

  Her eyes stayed on mine, even as a tear trickled out the sides. “Oh, fuck.” I was getting

  close to bursting in her mouth. I didn’t want that, not this time. I held her chin in one hand as I pushed forward again, slowly, letting her tongue dance under my cock. Even the gentle scrape of her teeth drew me closer to blowing down her throat. I pulled out and she took several gulping breaths.

  Squatting down in front of her, I wiped the tears from her cheeks, bringing my finger to my mouth and licking off the salty wetness. “We’ll work on that later.” I gave her a wink. For a moment, the resistance flared in her, but it disappeared when my hand wove through her hair, fisting it at the back of her neck. “Up.” I said and she moved quickly onto her feet. I walked her to the bed and pointed. When I let her go, she scrambled onto her bed and laid down on her back. Her knees clenched tight as she watched me pull off my cut and shirt. Her eyes moved over my chest, taking in my tats and my scars.

  “Like what you see?” I laughed as I climbed onto the bed.

  “Not bad.” She tried to sound like a smart ass, but it came out more like a little squeak.

  I laughed again.

  “Open your legs for me, wide. Hold your knees back.” I didn’t touch her. I waited for her to obey. Her tongue dragged across her bottom lip and I could see the indecision in her eyes. She wouldn’t say no, but she was struggling with submitting so easily to me. Poor girl had no idea how natural this was for her. How easily I handled her had nothing to do with how much stronger I was, but how hot her desire ran. “I didn’t bring my ropes, but I’m sure I could find something in your closet to help you, if you are having trouble.”

  If she could only see the leap of excitement that flashed in her eyes at my suggestion. Slowly her legs opened, and she hooked her hands under her knees, pulling them up to her chest. “Like this?” Her eyes narrowed, but not in irritation. NO, she was enjoying this more than she wanted to, but she was enjoying it.

  “Yeah, just like that, baby.” I rolled the condom on my cock and tossed the wrapper onto the nightstand. “Just like that.” I stroked my cock, letting her watch me before I pressed it to her opening. I pushed forward, just so the head of my dick was inside her. Already, I could feel the tightness, the heat. Her mouth opened, but she made no sound. I reached up, her tits were too perfect to be ignored. I gave each a harsh slap and she winced at the pain, but when she looked back at me, I could see the fire burning there. I slapped them again. She let go of her legs and covered her breasts. I slapped her hands. “No. You don’t ever cover yourself. Move them now.” Slowly she peeled herself away, putting them back under her knees. Her breathing became shallower, her eyes struggled to stay on me. I wanted to punish her for her defiance, spank her hard, but my cock didn’t want to take the time.

  Instead, I pinched her nipples. She cried out from the burn of it and I drove into her hard. My balls slapped her ass and she cried out again. Fuck she was tight. How could she be so fucking tight? I stopped moving and let her adjust to my size. New tears fell from her eyes and I licked them away. “Such a beauty.” I whispered. “I’m gonna move again. I can’t stop. Your pussy..fuck... your pussy.” I wasn’t even making sense anymore. I began to pump into her and she wiggled beneath me. Not in pain, no she wanted to take more of me. Her eyes dared me to fuck harder.

  She didn’t let go of her legs, she held them tight as I rocked over her. I ignored the sound of the headboard ramming into the wall and concentrated on the beauty beneath me. Her eyes wild, her hips bucking up at me. I ran my hand down her torso, over her belly until I found her clit with my thumb, I rubbed her swollen clit, and she howled at the sensation. I grinned. She was losing every ounce of her composure. I should have stilled her, made her wait, but she was so damn close and I wasn't far behind her.

  “Are you going to come if I keep stroking your clit like this?” I growled out. She nodded. “Answer me.” I pinched her clit, and she screamed.

  “Yes. Yes, I’m going to come.” She admitted and tried to look away, but she recovered herse
lf and brought herself right back to me.

  “Ask me if you can.” I pulled halfway out of her, giving her shallow thrusts as I played with her clit. Her eyes rolled, and her breath hitched.

  “C-can I come?” A whisper, barely audible.

  “I didn’t hear you, louder.” Plunging deeper, I increased the pressure on her clit. She threw her head back and yelled out her request then. So fucking good. “Yes, you may.” The calmness of my voice did not match the havoc going on in my body.

  She yelled out as she orgasmed. Her pussy clenched around me, pulling my cock further into her and I gave her want she needed. I drove into her hard, unrelenting as I continued to stroke her clit. Her hands fisted, she let go of her knees and her eyes widened as the ripples of her orgasm tore through her. My own release came just as she began to float down.

  Growling, I plowed into her. Slamming my cock into her still convulsing pussy. She screamed again, and I knew she was coming again. I’d dragged another one from her. Wrapping my arms around her legs, I dragged her forward, yanked her legs open as my cock erupted inside of her. My vision blurred, my ears rang. All that I could feel was the heat of her pussy milking every drop of cum from me.