No Prisoners MC Box Set

by Lilly Atlas

  Emily’s mouth dried up at the same time her pussy flooded. She was wetter than she’d ever been, and he’d done nothing but speak to her. A war waged in her head between her rational mind screaming, “Stay detached! Ask questions!” and the endorphin flooded part of her brain. The sound of his voice, the feel of his hands sliding up her arms trumped all other thoughts and she gave herself over to sensations.

  Still on the edge of the bed, half wrapped around him, arms raised, she allowed him to remove her shirt, revealing her breasts encased in the black lace pushup bra she’d told herself she didn’t wear for him.

  “Say something, baby.”

  “I can’t think of anything to say. All I can think about is your hands, and how I want to feel them everywhere.” Her hips involuntarily moved and she rubbed against him, the movement not sufficient enough to ease the ache as she’d hoped, but perfect for enflaming the need.

  She was going straight to hell.

  Chapter Eight

  Jester stared at the sweet, innocent, first grade teacher who had him so turned on his hands nearly shook. How was it possible to want one woman as much as he wanted her right now? Why her? He should be running away. This had commitment and shackles written all over it, but nothing short of the ground opening and swallowing him whole could pry him away from the gorgeous woman staring at him like he was a king.

  Her breasts were magnificent, large and high; they sat plumped in the sexy as hell bra. He wanted to take his time, spend hours touching her and sucking her, showing her just what’s she’d been missing. But his dick throbbed with a demand he couldn’t ignore, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d last without burying himself in her slick heat.

  With an expert hand he flicked open the back clasp of the bra, and chuckled as her eyes widened.

  “Pretty good at that, huh?” she asked on a shaky laugh.

  “Just got lucky. You nervous, baby?”

  “A little.”

  “Don’t be.” He lowered her arms drawing the bra straps down while brushing his thumbs over the indentations they left on her shoulders. One downside to having bigger breasts. “Soon you won’t be able to think enough to be nervous.” His mouth literally watered as he bared her breasts, and removed the bra, tossing it over his shoulder. Attention drawn to the hard points of her nipples, they looked as hard as he felt, and he appreciated the visual evidence of her want. “Fuck, baby, your tits—”

  “Are way too big,” she said with another tremulous laugh.

  Jester scoffed, and traced a finger around one large areola, drawing a hiss from her. “First of all, Emily, there’s no such thing. And even if there were, yours are not too big. I have huge hands, baby, and I like them to be full, almost as much as I like my mouth to be full.”

  He cupped a hand under each mound, demonstrating the fit. With a squeeze he lifted them as he bent his head close to blow a breath of hot air across one sensitive tip. Captivated, he watched as it tightened even further. Out the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Emily as she fisted her hands in the soft comforter on the bed. Her knuckles whitened with the force of her grasp.

  Perfect.

  He wanted her needy, out of her mind with desire for him.

  “Jester.” She moaned, her pelvis rocking against his hard-on as her body sought release.

  “Tell me what you’re feeling.” As he spoke, he blew on the other nipple, and Emily whimpered. If she was this responsive when he’d barely touched her, she’d go off like a rocket when he really got down to business.

  She flushed, and he could see the shyness warring with the desire to let go and be a little naughty. “My nipples.” She swallowed hard. The movement drew his attention to the tempting line of her throat. He made a mental note to get to that spot at some point tonight. “They need something, I don’t know. I can feel them. My breasts feel swollen but my nipples just ache.”

  Her back arched, as though she was trying to bring her enticing tits closer to his mouth since he was taking his sweet time putting it on her.

  “Is this what you want, baby?” He dipped his head, and sucked a beaded nipple between his lips. He filled his mouth to capacity. His tongue laved the pert bud as he sucked with hunger. When he drew back, he raked his teeth over it and a loud cry was dragged from deep within Emily.

  Her arms flew up to grip his protruding biceps, her small hands not even circling halfway around the thick muscles. When he released her, she held tight to his arms, not letting him pull back. “More.” She gasped. “Please, I want more.”

  “Shhh, easy, baby. I promise I’ll give you everything you need.” He unbuttoned her jeans before he slid his hands under her bottom and gave a firm squeeze. “Lift up, Em.”

  When she complied, he eased the snug denim over her hips and down past her knees. She toed them the rest of the way off then lowered her hips back to the bed. With her arms stretched out behind her, she propped herself up.

  Jester’s attention was drawn to the black lacy triangle covering her mound. He lifted his gaze to stare into her baby blue eyes, trailing his open palms up the silky skin of her thighs. When he reached the apex he used one hand to pull the fabric to the side, while a finger on the other hand teased the slick folds.

  She was wet, the lace of her panties soaked through, and a flare of satisfaction surged at the evidence of how much she wanted him. “Do you wax, Em?” he asked, noticing how smooth and slippery she was without any hair.

  “Yes. I, uh, lost a bet to my best friend in college. Had to get a Brazilian. Turns out I like it, so…”

  Look at that, a little naughtiness hiding in there. “Christ, it’s going to be so good when I get my mouth on you. Nothing to blunt the sensation, for either of us. Not sure I have enough patience for that right now though.”

  As he rimmed her opening with his finger her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing increased. “Eyes open, Emily,” he ordered. “I want to watch them as you climb, and I want to make sure you know who is taking you there.”

  “Trust me, I know it’s you.” She panted. “Never wanted anyone like this.” Her cheeks tinged and she looked embarrassed, like she didn’t mean to reveal so much.

  Jester loved it. She wasn’t schooled in the games men and women played. She wasn’t trying to control him with her sexuality. She was real and honest in her desire and reactions.

  A tiny spear of uncertainty hit him. Why was she here with him? She recently moved here, was she just stepping over the line on the wild side for a night? He almost laughed out loud at himself. What the hell did it matter?

  With his eyes locked on hers, he slowly inserted one thick finger into her. She was tight. The walls of her pussy clasped at his finger as it sank in to the knuckle. Jester nearly came in his pants for the first time since he was a young teenager at the thought of how she would feel clenched around his dick.

  He curled his finger, stroking deep inside her and she moved her hips. The pale blue of her irises darkened to a deeper shade, and small whimpers of pleasure escaped her throat.

  “That’s it, Em,” he crooned. “Take what you need.”

  The pleasure on her face was exquisite. It did matter. He wanted to be the cause of that pleasure again and again, not just while she checked sex with biker off her bucket list. He didn’t want to be her act of rebellion.

  Emily was on fire. The slow pace Jester set was enough to drive her crazy. She rocked her hips trying to find the speed and pressure she needed. His one finger stretched her to the point of feeling full, and she wasn’t sure how she’d survive it once he got his cock in her.

  The strong pull of his mouth on her breast had been amazing, and now that it was gone she felt deprived and achy once again. Wanton, and beyond caring if she sounded needy, she moaned. “Jester. Please!”

  “What, baby?”

  “My breasts.”

  “You want me to suck these pretty nipples again?” The thumb of his free hand brushed over one nipple and she shuddered in response.

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p; “Yes! Don’t tease me, please.”

  “My pleasure.” He dipped his head and sucked a nipple back into the warmth of his mouth. This time he used his tongue to press the firm tip to the roof of his mouth and Emily nearly screamed.

  It was exactly what she needed, and spurned her into a frenzy. Her hips pumped furiously against his palm, and she gripped his hair to hold him at her breast.

  When he pressed his thumb against her clit, she saw stars. Emily was pulling his hair so hard it probably hurt, but he didn’t seem to mind. Rather, the harder she fisted his mane, the stronger he sucked on her breast, and the louder her cries grew. The consistent pressure on her clit combined with a bite of pain in her nipple sent her flying into an intense orgasm.

  The room spun out of focus as Emily shuddered, and she let out a sharp cry of completion. For several minutes, she shook, and waited to regain control of her limbs. Jester’s mouth gentled, and he tongued her nipple with almost tender strokes. The contrast to the rough way he’d treated it seconds ago had her feeling more than just physical pleasure. His finger had calmed as well, but remained seated deep inside her.

  When she finally stilled, Jester raised his head and pierced her with his intense gaze. His eyes had darkened with lust and unfulfilled desire. She groaned when he withdrew his finger and her stomach tensed in shock when he lifted the finger to his mouth and licked it clean.

  He didn’t utter a word, but took a step back from her and yanked his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor.

  Holy shit. She’d had a mental picture of what he might look like without his clothes, but it paled in comparison to the visual feast before her. He could be a cover model for a male fitness magazine, with smooth skin, perfectly sculpted muscles, and yards of vibrant tattoos.

  Emily had never cared one way or the other for tattoos, but on Jester they were a work of art. Each arm was covered from wrist to collar bone, the designs intricate, but too far away for her to catch the details. She’d seen some of them, since he always wore short sleeves, but now that his upper body was bare, the ink registered in her mind where it hadn’t before.

  An evil looking court jester riding a motorcycle spanned his entire right flank while the left side was bare, tanned skin. She wanted to run her hands over every inch of him, explore every hard plane of muscle and study his ink. It would have to wait though; she was too eager to find out what came next.

  “Jester, you are remarkable,” she whispered, unable to tear her gaze away from his male perfection.

  He chuckled as he shucked his jeans, leaving him clad only in black boxer briefs that hugged an immense bulge. “Ready for the best part?” he teased with a wink.

  The comparison between him and her former lover was laughable. Chances were she couldn’t handle him, but if this was her one opportunity, she’d give it her all. Emily licked her lips. “Oh yeah.”

  “Jesus, woman, you trying to end this before it begins?” He tucked his thumbs in the elastic band at his waist, and pulled down the underwear, revealing an erection that took her breath away. It was long, thick, and in definite proportion with the rest of his oversize body.

  He shifted back to her and Emily reached out. She wanted to feel him throbbing in her hand. Jester stopped her fingers with a shake of his head. “Not tonight, I’m too close to the edge.”

  He lifted her under her arms and scooted her up to the head of the bed, resting her on the pillows propped against the headboard. When he lowered down on top of her, he kissed any protest she may have had about not having the chance to touch him right off her lips. Within seconds, the heat of the kiss mixed with his heavy weight pressing down on her and the need was ignited once again as though she hadn’t just had a core rattling orgasm.

  Jester tore his mouth away, and lifted off her enough to sheath himself with a condom she hadn’t realized he’d procured. “I need to be inside you, baby. Now. I’ll try to be gentle, but I’m close to losing my shit.”

  “Don’t you dare.” Emily surprised herself with her bold statement. Everything about this encounter was so far out of character. Some lusty alter ego had taken hold of her and now ran the show. In twenty-six years, no man had incited a fraction of the desire she experienced for Jester. Was this it for her? Was it possible to have this kind of chemistry with more than one man in a lifetime? Probably not. So she’d let that alter ego take charge and soak up every ounce of pleasure before it was ripped away from her. “Give it all to me, Jester, don’t hold anything back.” She reached down between them, wrapped her small hand around his girth, and positioned him at the opening of her sex.

  Jester wasted no time. He pushed into her, working his cock in inch by inch. “Oh, fuck, you are so tight, Em. Jesus, it’s like a vice.” His voice sounded rough, tortured, and a thrill at being the woman to test the control of this formidable man zinged through her blood.

  She squirmed as he seated his cock fully inside her. Her world felt…whole, like their bodies were made a perfect fit. Impossibly stretched and impaled, she tried to focus only on the physical sensations and ignore the accompanying emotional joy. It would only turn to sorrow later. “Oh God, Jester. I feel so full, it’s amazing, but you need to start moving.”

  With a chuckle, he drew out slowly, until just the tip remained. “Yes, ma’am.”

  This time when he pumped into her, she squeezed her internal muscles around his shaft. The action drew a harsh curse from his lips, and seemed to be the nudge he needed to tip over the threshold. He growled and drove in and out her with near violent strokes.

  A prickle of heat started at the base of her spine and traveled north as it grew in intensity. Jester fused his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss that conveyed tenderness in contrast to his fierce possession.

  When the need for air became too vital to ignore, Emily ripped her mouth away. After she filled her starving lungs with oxygen, the pleasure crested and she cried out Jester’s name.

  His continued thrusts prolonged the pleasure, the orgasm consuming her, as intense as the first one. Just when she sagged against the mattress in sated exhaustion, Jester stiffened above her, and thrust one last time before emptying himself into the condom.

  He pulled out then collapsed on her, burying his face between her breasts. Completely crushed under his substantial weight, but not willing to let him move, Emily wrapped her arms around his upper back.

  He stayed in place until his breathing calmed, then rolled to his side, anchoring her to him with a heavy arm and leg across her body like a longtime lover. In another world, what they shared could have been the beginning of something significant. But in this universe, it was the prelude to future heartbreak.

  Neither spoke for long minutes. Jester’s chest rose and fell in a steady, even rhythm against Emily’s back.

  Was he asleep? Should she leave?

  She’d have put money on the fact that Jester did not spend the entire night with women after sex. Maybe she should wiggle out from under his arm and call a cab. The idea filled her with a sadness far more concerning than the fact that she was too tired to move.

  With a mental shake, she shifted her body in an effort to worm her way out from under the large man in a sex coma trapping her to the bed. Focused on her task, she didn’t realize he was awake and started when he spoke.

  “Is this your way of telling me I’m squashing you?” Jester asked. He rolled her on her back and settled on top of her once again.

  Her chuckled turned to a gasp when he placed a soft kiss first to her nipple, then to the side of her breast. A sigh of contentment threatened to escape at his attentive gesture, but she managed to hold it back. She needed to keep her emotions locked down. “I was just going to find my phone so I could call a cab.”

  Jester frowned. “Do you want to leave?”

  “Well, I just assumed that’s how this worked.” She needed the escape. Being with him this way clouded her thinking. She had to come up with a way to get the information Snake needed, while dealing with the
rising storm of her emotions.

  He didn’t say anything for a moment, just watched her with an expression she couldn’t decipher. “Stay, Em. I’m not done with you, not near it. I’m going to want you again in a few hours, then a few hours after that, and again in the morning. Stay.”

  His words excited her in a way that was bound to lead to disaster. Not only did her body flare to life again, but her heart swelled with possibility. The rational part of her brain knew it was important for her to leave; there wasn’t anything here but future heartbreak and pain, but the past twenty-four hours had led her to genuinely like this man.

  Would it be so wrong to soak up what happiness she could while it lasted? She was almost able to convince herself that her sincere affection and desire for Jester outweighed the way she had to use him.

  Hopefully, later when she thought back to this nightmarish period in her life, the hours spent getting close to Jester would be the one shiny spot. Most importantly, this closeness could lead to Jester opening up to her and sharing what, if anything, the No Prisoners had in store for the Grimm Brothers. Johnny’s battered image flashed in her mind and any question about what to do evaporated. “I’ll stay.”

  “Good.” He nudged her until she was on her side, and tucked her close, with a hefty arm draped across her midsection. “We should sleep. I’ve got plans for you and you’ll need to be well rested.”

  She settled against him with a dizzying combination of pleasure and guilt. None of this brought her any closer to saving Johnny. All she’d accomplished was two orgasms and a heart full of confusion. So much for uncomplicated. This was by far the most complicated mess she’d ever been mixed up in.

  Chapter Nine

  Emily awoke the next morning, her skin hot and sweaty like she lay next to a furnace. After a few moments, her sleep addled brain cleared enough for her to remember the night spent with the man giving off the heat. For the first time in her twenty-six years she finally understood what all the fuss was about. She smiled to herself when she recalled how insatiable they’d both been.