Chevelle 6x9

by Sapphire Knight

  “Oh yes. God your mouth is perfect,” she whimpers with desire. Her hips rise until she can create some type of friction for her pussy against my arousal.

  My teeth clamp down, biting into the only fleshy part of her tummy. The move elicits another enticing moan from her. The sound makes me feral inside, wanting to rip her jeans away and take her with a force some would deem unsafe. She belongs to me, and with every breath, I want to mark her so deeply that another wouldn’t dare attempt to take her from me.

  Is this love? No. Not yet, anyhow. This is passion so fierce with each thrust, claiming another’s body so desperately that when you do finally fall in love with them, it consumes your soul entirely.

  When I give Chevelle all of me, she’ll have the power to take my life if she desires. That’s the amount of devotion she’ll gain from me. At that point, I will no longer be able to survive without her. I’d simply cease to exist if I loved her as she deserves, without knowing she’s enraptured the same way in return.

  My fingers land on her pants button and in my haste, yank the material apart. The zipper protests but then relinquishes its hold as well. Chevelle’s palms land on each of my cheeks, wrenching my head up to meet her fiery gaze. On a wispy breath, she demands, “Take me, Mercenary, please.”

  I’ll take her all right. I’ll fucking keep her too. My hands fly back on course, and I sit back on my haunches. Stripping the tight jeans free from her, I toss them to the side. She’s bare. In our hurry, she never stopped to put on panties, and at her exposed pink folds I groan with desire.

  Leaning in, I plant my nose to her pussy and inhale deeply. She smells sweet with her need. The scent mingles with my come from earlier, and the knowledge has me wanting to roar in pleasure. She’s pure sex, and it calls to everything inside me to slam my cock into her deep, to keep my scent on her.

  “You’re so goddamn enthralling,” I murmur, tilting my head to lick up the inside of her thigh. “I knew you needed to be fucked when I first laid eyes on you. This pussy needed to be owned and now look at it, soaked for me.”

  She moans, and I in turn to do the same. My tongue caresses her other thigh, lapping at the wetness from her excited core. I want more. I want to bury myself in her and never come up for air.

  “You want me to lick your wet pussy, sweetie, or you want me to fuck it?” I’ve never given her a decision before, but I’m feeling generous after she’s taken my cock so wantonly all night.

  “I want you inside,” Chevelle admits. She meets my eyes as I trail my gaze from her pretty pink center to over her flat tummy. I take in every inch of her curvy hips and full, round breasts. She’s utterly sensational. Her body’s made for a man’s pleasure—for mine.

  “Mine,” I let out a growl as my tongue trails upward again. It moves over her stomach, through the valley of her tits and stops with me tenderly biting her chin. My lips find hers soon after, a kiss overtaking her mouth as I line up the head of my dick to her blissful center.

  She breaks away from my lips to heave in a deep breath and firmly proclaims, “Mine.”

  Her dainty hands grab my ass cheeks, yanking me to her, my cock impaling her pussy. Rather than scream at my huge size plunging inside her fully, she moans against my throat. Her little mouth finds my flesh with her teeth, biting as I adjust to go deeper and draw a whimper from her. She wants all of my length in her, even if it brings a touch of pain laced with the pleasure.

  “You know my cock’s big, sweetie. Why’d you hurt yourself with it?”

  “Mmm,” she hums, sucking my skin between her lips.

  She releases me, and I move again as her tongue licks along my neck to draw my lobe into her mouth next. Her palms apply more pressure to my ass, and I grind against her in response. Breathily she orders, “I want to be fucked biker boy. I have so much adrenaline inside, I could tear you up right now. If I didn’t have to be quiet, I’d scream the walls down right now with how badly my body craves yours. Make me come.”

  “Careful with your words, little woman, or I’ll be the one tearing this pussy up. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you provoke me. I fuck to own, Chevy.”

  “Please?” she begs, moving her hips to create more friction between us and it’s my undoing.

  Grabbing her hands from my ass, I pin them both in one of mine above her head. My free hand wraps around her throat, holding her in place as I gain my bearings and start to pummel into her. She’s frightened but doesn’t want to admit it. I can feel it in my gut. She needs me to take the control from her. She craves this more than anything, to keep her distracted from the danger literally underneath us.

  Her mouth falls open as near silent moans and whimpers escape her as I continue my assault. Mere moments pass before her cunt grips me like a vise, squeezing and pulling. The hungry muscles attempt to force the come from my cock with its needy little sucks. Her pussy wants me to claim it.

  “You’re mine, Chevelle.”

  Her mouth closes to swallow as her climax begins to fade away, and I squeeze her throat in my grasp, stealing the air from her. “Say it,” I demand, never pausing in my assault. My nuts grow heavy, full of my seed wanting to mark her in ways others won’t be able to see.

  She gasps, and I squeeze tighter. I don’t stop until her other hand pushes against my hand, as she attempts to break free. She fights with my fingers stealing her oxygen.

  Thrusting into her hard, I offer an ultimatum. “You’ll say it, or else I’ll squeeze your fucking throat until you pass out.” My dick expands, my come nearly about to burst as I take her as she desired but also demand her to admit my ownership. There’s a price for her pleasure, my own pleasure.

  “Yes,” she mouths, and I briefly release my hold. My hand rubs against the bruised flesh in soft massaging circles to get the blood flowing again.

  “What was that?” I order and again squeeze her sensitive flesh. This time my grips tighter than before, but only for a beat. I want to cut off her oxygen quick enough to immediately spike her adrenaline.

  She throws her head back, a deep moan braking free as an even stronger orgasm overtakes her body. I move my hand, resting the palm in the middle of her breasts. Her eyes meet mine, and she breathes, mid climax, “I’m so fucking yours.”

  The way she proclaims the words makes them powerful. I roar out my own release. The come bursts from my tip, coating her insides with my dense essence. I brace over her until I’m fully spent. My face drips with sweat. It trails over my bare back and chest. My breaths come deep, as I try to regain my bearings.

  Chevelle’s so utterly divine right now—lying below me sated and thoroughly fucked after she’s admitted to being mine. “Beautiful,” I whisper. Her body flushes for an entirely different reason than the heat and spontaneous bought of sex.

  She’s like a flower. Soft and colorful with breathtaking beauty on the outside, full of thorns to protect herself with, and resilient on the inside, always seeking out the sources to keep her alive. She’s strong, stubborn, and motivated. Those three on a woman make up such a magnificent creature.

  And she’s mine. I think that’s the part that fills me the most. Being in her presence and knowing that I’m lucky enough to have her in my life. She could have chosen anyone and yet she’s let me in. Not anybody else.

  “Did I break you?” I mumble, and she giggles. Chevelle actually giggles, and I find myself wishing I could wrap the tinkling sound around me always. “And what is the sweet smell on your throat?”

  “Oh, it’s Calvin Klein Eternity Air for women.”

  How fitting, I think with a pleased grin. Air. It definitely suits her when I think of being without her—not being able to breathe properly. She’s my own air.

  “I like it.”

  “I’m glad,” she replies and reaches for her shirt. I grab it before she can and shake out the dust, and then help work it over her head. “I can do it.” She takes over.

  “I know,” I mutter, even though I di
dn’t want her to. I was enjoying dressing her after undressing her. Rather than sulk like a child giving up his most precious belonging, I go about pulling my jeans over my ass and buckling them.

  I was so consumed with her I don’t recall even unbuttoning them or shoving them free from my cock. One minute we’re sitting here, she’s asking me to fuck her and then I was. That sums it up in my mind. Once her tits were bared, everything else just faded away.

  She attempts to stand, but the ceiling’s too low. When she starts to fall, losing her balance, I reach out, steadying her so she can finish getting her pants on. “Thanks.”

  “Of course. I’m the one that took them off, after all.”

  She grins about to respond when an even louder boom than before shakes the building.

  Her eyes grow wide, her mouth dropping in surprise. “Shit! What was that?”

  I shake my head. “I have no clue.”

  I’m a lying bastard too because I’m pretty sure that was another bomb and those fucks down there just blew something big up.

  17. Give me 6 hours to chop down

  a tree and I’ll spend the first 4

  sharpening the axe.

  - Abraham Lincoln

  “They’re ripping apart my race track. I have to get down there and stop them!”

  He shakes his head, placing his hand on my arm. “There are too many, sweetie.”

  “I don’t care if there are twenty of them. I can’t afford to fix the damage they’re inflicting on my home. I won’t let them demolish what I’ve worked so hard for.”

  “I get it, but we have to wait, just a little longer.”

  I’m ready to argue my case more when sirens wail off in the distance. “Is that?” I gesture with my thumb toward the sound.

  “Sounds like it,” he agrees.

  “Thank God. Never thought I’d be this excited to see the cops before.” I release a breath and crawl toward the way we came in. Pressing my head against the thin panel, I try to listen for anything that’ll clue me in on anyone nearby. After a few tense moments, I don’t hear anything coming from the other side, so I lightly push the panel.

  “Be careful,” Mercenary scowls from behind me.

  “I am,” I mumble. Leaning my head out of the hole in the ceiling, I peer around the maintenance room. I pause a few more seconds to listen for talking or footsteps in the hallway. It’s hard to concentrate with my heart beating so loudly in my chest; it feels like it could burst out at any moment. “All clear,” I say, leaning back up.

  “Let me lower myself first. You can jump down into my arms.”

  I agree, backing away a bit more. His thoughtfulness doesn’t go unnoticed on my part. He’s willing to jump down and risk his neck. He could easily let me go by myself, but he doesn’t. Instead, he’s going to catch me in his arms like some fairytale prince. I doubt princes wear leather and ride Harleys, but clearly, mine does.

  He eases through the hole, dropping lithely like a ninja and holds his arms up for me, just as he’d offered. His muscles bulge from all the exertion he’s putting on them, and it has me wanting to lick his biceps. “Ease your legs down first, babe. I’ll be able to reach them and work your body down without you getting hurt.”

  He acts like I’m a china doll, but yet he forgets I flipped him flat on his ass the first time we met. Regardless, I find myself following his instructions, even though I don’t need them. But for some reason, I want to please him, I want him to think I need his guidance, and that I value it. It’s pretty damn sexy having a man that acts like a real fucking man doing man shit. He’s nothing like these weak beta males floating all over the covers of magazines right now. I don’t know what ever made them suddenly interesting, but I take pleasure in making those betas my bitches.

  His thick arms wrap around my legs, carefully sliding me downward along his body. I’m breathing heavy when I come in line with his face and it’s not from nerves. It’s from his touch. He presses a tiny kiss to the tip of my nose and keeps lowering me until my feet hit the ugly scratched tile floor.

  “Stay behind me.” He pulls the tranquilizer gun from his back pocket and hands it to me. I’d completely forgotten about it in my rush and then with the sex. He yanks his Glock from his holster attached to his jeans, and opens the door a crack, peeking out into the hall.

  The siren outside stops and then a shout comes from the lower level. I race around Mercenary, passing my office door and around the corner. It’s reckless, but I have to see what the hell is going on below. Keeping my body pressed against the wall, I lean my head forward just a smidge until I can make out the men at the very bottom. There’s a group in the center, all their weapons pointed toward a lone cop walking into the main area.

  “Put your weapons down!” The officer shouts sternly, and before I can blink, a random gun discharges a bullet. It slams into the cop, and he immediately hits the ground.

  I utter a whispered, “Fuck,” just as Mercenary steps beside me.

  “What is it?” he murmurs quietly.

  “They just shot a freaking cop! He’s on the ground.”

  “Fuck, this is bad.”

  “Surely there are more police with him?”

  He shrugs. “Not if it was one that’s in Viking's pocket. He could’ve been closer than the guys and stopped in to be a distraction.”

  “Damn it. More like a dead distraction, the poor guy. What if he has a family?”

  “Viking will help take care of them; he’d never leave them on their own.”

  A roar combined of various engines comes from outside, the sound echoing in the dome shaped building.

  “Hopefully that’s our backup and not theirs.”

  I nod, holding my breath as moments after the engines quiet, a few bikers edge their way inside, weapons drawn. The guys below automatically begin popping off bullets like it’s the goddamn Wild West and the Oath Keepers all dodge in several directions to take cover behind rows of seats. They exchange fire as another group of Oath Keepers silently enter The Pit from the back entrance we use for deliveries.

  I watch with rapt fascination. The drama below unfolds so quickly right before my eyes. I can’t seem to look away no matter the danger.

  The door down the hall next to my apartment creaks opens, and Mercenary pokes his head back around the corner, Glock ready to shoot. He relaxes his gun filled hand, pointing it toward the floor to click the safety in place and leans back next to me with a deep exhale.

  “What was it?”

  “It’s Odin. I texted him when I pushed you up in the ceiling again, so he’d know where we were. I didn’t want to take them by surprise and have a brother shoot us by mistake.”

  So that’s what had taken him so long to get in the ceiling with me, besides searching out the flashlight.

  As soon as he’s finished filling me in, Odin’s head appears around the corner. “You both okay?” he asks, and we nod, our faces quickly turning to watch the scene unfold below.

  “Give me the tranq gun.” He holds his hand out to me.

  “What, why?” I place it in his palm.

  “I’m going to see if I can help my brothers and keep a few of these fuckers alive to torture later.”

  I draw in a harsh breath, knowing how true his words are. I know they won’t hesitate to hurt the rival biker club members, but I prefer to pretend to be ignorant to it all. Odin and I watch as Mercenary picks off two more guys before a few turn their heads up, looking for us. It’s enough of a distraction that the Oath Keepers have time to riddle the remaining threats with bullets.

  With the cease of weapons, we’re drenched in silence. It’s so stark, it’s nearly louder than the shooting was, it seems. My shoulders drop, the muscles in my back starting to unwind from the tightness leaving my body, knowing we’re finally safe. I’m going to be sore from being strung so damn tight during this whole thing rather than from fighting.

  A loud boom rattles everything in the b
uilding pulling a harsh curse from me. Mercenary yanks me to his chest, his arms wrapped around me tightly to protect me. Holding onto the railing beside us, I lean over to see a few Oath Keepers had fallen with the blast, but no one looks injured from it.

  “We need to get down there.”

  “The fuck was that?” Odin sputters. His mouth’s slack with shock from the explosion.

  “Bombs,” Mercenary grits. “The motherfuckers have set off three since they showed up.

  “Holy shit,” he curses, and we both nod our agreement. “We found the guys out front that you knocked out earlier.”

  “Good.” Mercenary reloads the tranquilizer gun and hands it back over to me. I grip it tightly, afraid I may accidently shoot someone and knock them out. I don’t say it aloud, but the thought does bother me. He grabs my hand as we head for the stairs to join the others.

  Odin keeps talking as we travel down the steps in a rush that lead to the delivery hall and back entry to The Pit. They take a few stairs two at a time, but my legs are too short, and I nearly have to jog to keep pace. “Torch has them tied up and waiting in the back of the truck.”

  “A cop showed up; he was shot dead upon entry.”

  I listen idly, concentrating on not falling and busting my ass. With one hand firmly planted to the banister, the other remains secure in Mercenary’s firm grip.

  “Son of a bitch. This is going to be a big fucking mess.”

  “Prez here?”

  “Yeah, he’s down there.” Odin doesn’t even sound winded. What the hell do these guys do to stay in such good shape? Yeah, I can fight, but shit, it’s not like I do cardio or anything.

  On the next break between levels, I run my hand through my dusty hair. Using the band around my wrist, I twist my long locks up into a topknot. This seriousness definitely calls for it.