by Michelle Woods - Catching Trick (Red Devils MC #3) , 25th July
Setting her down beside his hog, he got on, cranking it. “Get on.” He growled.
“Are you out of your mind? I’m wearing a dress! Besides I’m not allowing you to drag me out of here as if I was a misbehaving child!” Katie screeched.
“NOW, Katie. Unless you want to have another fight in this damned parking lot with all the people who follow us out here watching.”
Katie glared at him and he glared back, but what prompted her into action was the door opening and Travis and Charity walked out, watching them. Knowing that the other patrons wouldn’t be far behind, she gave in. Unwilling to provide another show, she growled.
“Fine, but this doesn’t mean that you’ve won. I will go out with him again if and when I want to.” Katie climbed on the bike. She didn’t scoot close to Trick and hold on to him as she usually did when given the opportunity to ride with him. Instead she held onto the handle on the side of the seat. Holding her body as far away from him as possible.
“The hell you will, Katie.” Trick growled.
He was still vibrating with anger. He was still a bit shocked by the rage he was feeling. He knew that he should have just left when he saw them come in, just told his sister he had to go. Only he hadn’t been able to leave, not with Katie here with another man. The anger at seeing her with Travis, just hours after he’d finally touched her, made him realize that he wasn’t going to be able to stay away from her. Not anymore. The possessive rage was eating him alive. Felling her hold herself away from him on the bike wasn’t going to work for him either.
Hearing her declare that she would go out with Travis again made that rage flare again, hot and deadly. His hands landed on her thighs sliding over the silky skin bared by her dress sliding up from her straddling the bike. He caressed them as he pulled her down until she rested against his back. Almost jolting with the sexual pleasure feeling her silky thighs gave him. He was on fire with a desire that raged as hot as his anger.
“Wrap your arms around me, now.” Trick growled, unwilling to allow her to put space between them again. It wasn’t happening. He needed her close to cool some of the rage he was feeling. He also knew without a doubt, that she wasn’t getting away from him tonight until he was buried so deep inside her that she never doubted who she belonged to again.
Katie was mad that he wouldn’t even allow her to have a little space. Asshole! He wanted to keep everyone else from her and still torture her by never touching her. Just the feeling of his hands on her thighs sent shivers of need through her. The voice he spoke in made her want to whimper and beg him to touch her all over. Damn it! Why was he always doing this to her? A better question was, why was she allowing him to do it? She leaned into his back, unwilling to fight any more about this tonight. He’d take her home and she’d have a good cry, but when the sun came up, she was calling Travis. She was done waiting on this man to wake up and see her.
Chapter 9
Katie clung to Trick on the ride home. Her face buried in his back, breathing in his smell. Leather, faint motor oil, and man. It always made her think of safety. She held her eyes tightly closed, trying not to cry. She knew she’d have to do something to stop this vicious cycle of disappointment. She needed to quit pretending that she could make him see her as anything other than his little sister’s best friend. It was hopeless. Her hands clenched on his hard abbs wishing that she could hold them without his shirt between them. The thought made her shiver with need.
Why couldn’t he want her, like she wanted him? Katie felt like she was burning with a fire that would never stop. Only she knew after tonight with Travis, that another man could make her want him. Feeling the bike slowing down to make a turn, she sighed. Trick must have been flying. He’d already gotten her home, but as the bike pulled up she opened her eyes and was shocked. They weren’t at her home, they were at Tricks cabin. Why were they here, she wondered. Trick pulled up near his front door, stopping the bike. He waited for her to get off, before kicking down the stand and shutting off the bike.
“Why are we here, Trick?” Katie asked.
“I’m not talking out here, Katie.” Trick gritted, in a commanding voice that made her shiver, need sliding through her.
That voice made her want to submit to any and everything he commanded in that demanding tone. Taking her hand Trick began leading her into the cabin. Pausing only to unlock the door. Once inside he pulled her into the living room.
“Now, why are…” That was all Katie managed before Trick’s mouth landed on hers. His tongue invading her mouth, in deep, rough strokes that made her explode into an inferno of unfulfilled lust. His mouth devoured hers, making her moan in pleasure. Her arms wrapped around his neck holding him to her. Her fingers gripped his hair, and he continued to thrust his tongue into her mouth with abandon. He ripped his mouth away from hers, growling.
“The bedroom, now.” He commanded, sending shivers of desire down her spine.
Katie wanted to tell him to go to hell, but this could be her only chance to finally know what it was like to be with him. She couldn’t let this one chance pass her by. She’d waited for years. Somehow knowing that the burn he created inside her could never truly be quenched without his touch, and now he was offering her a chance to have him. Even if it was only this one night, she could handle it, and tomorrow when the sun came up, she wouldn’t cling. If this was all she was to get, then she was going to take it and never look back. Katie turned heading towards the back of the house. She’d only taken three steps towards his room before she felt hard arms turning her.
Trick grabbed, her around the waist, growling, “Too slow.”
Then his mouth was crashing onto hers again, his hands on her ass, and his tongue invading her mouth. Her legs wrapped around him of their own accord. Her thighs clenching as desire flooded her. She moaned, accepting the rough thrust of his tongue into her mouth. The feeling of his hands holding her to him felt right, he began moving to his room, carrying her.
Trick knew he was probably frightening Katie with his aggressiveness, but he couldn’t pull back. Now, that he’d finally allowed himself permission to touch her, he wanted it all, now. Right fucking now! His hands holding her firm ass and his tongue thrusting into her sweet mouth, that tasted of beer and what he’d come to know as Katie’s unique flavor, he felt like roaring. This was what he’d needed for longer than he could stand. Tonight seeing her with Travis had sparked his beast into action. There was nothing to stop him from taking her, now. As long as she was willing, which he knew she was from the moaning whimpers that she was letting out, he was going to finally take her. It would put out this fire that burned inside him, the one that burned hotter than the fires of hell.
Entering his bedroom, with Katie still held in his arms, her mouth bee stung and wet from their kisses, he set her down on the bed. Looking at her with a growing sense of hunger, he watched her. She was looking up at him, a look of desperate desire on her face. He knew he should just walk away, but he couldn’t. She wanted a fairy tale prince, and she was getting a hungry beast instead. Still, he couldn’t, maybe wouldn’t, let her get away this time. Leaning down he took her mouth again. Standing between her legs with his hands buried in her hair, and his mouth plundering hers. His tongue thrusting against hers, caressing the silky strands of her hair as he did.
Katie was on fire. Her whole body shook with pent up desire. Trick’s mouth was on hers and his hand was buried in her hair. Moaning, she tried to pull him back on the bed, only he stopped with one knee resting on the bed. ‘No, no, no.’ Katie thought desperately, as he pulled back from her mouth. He couldn’t stop, now. Clinging to his shoulders, trying to force him onto the bed.
“No,” Trick growled.
Not again! He couldn’t do this to her again, Katie thought desperately. If he didn’t finish it this time, she would hate him. She let her hands fall from his shoulders and moved as if to get off the bed. Only to find Trick glaring at her. Then he pushed her lightly back onto the bed.
“Lay back, now.” Trick said, in that voice that made shivers of want run down her spine. Grateful that he wasn’t stopping, she lay back.
Trick watched, Katie lay back on his bed. Her hair spread across the light grey comforter and her dress slid up her thighs, showing him a glimpse of her black lace panties. Damn, she was sexy, but that dress had to go.
“Take off the dress, Katie.” Trick demanded, watching.
Katie looked up at him with wide eyes that were round pools of desire. She looked away from him, then began to scoot to the edge of the bed. Oh no, that would not do. Not at all.
“On the bed.” He commanded.
Katie looked at him again, her breath catching at his commanding tone. She wanted to pant, she was so turned on by that voice. Sitting up, she placed her hands at the hem of her skirt where it had ridden up her thighs. She began to bunch it as she raised it up readying to jerk it off. As if sensing her intention, he suddenly growled.
“No, slowly.”
He watched with his cock throbbing as she slid the skirt of her little dress up her slender thighs. He wanted to bury his head between those thighs and never come up for air. He inhaled every inch of skin she bared, as she slid her dress off with slow deliberate movements. Finally, she tossed the dress on the floor, causing a roar to start inside his head as he saw the bra she was wearing beneath the dress. Travis had his hands on her, and she been wearing that bra, and those tiny panties. The panties weren’t covering much either being made of lace, which made him want to go back and kill the son of a bitch for touching her.
“Take the bra off then lay back.” He told her, pulling his cut off, throwing it on the chair nearby. Then he watched, while pulling off his shirt, growling as those pink nipples were revealed.
“No.” He said when she’d moved to crawl towards him. She stopped when he commanded her to.
That surprised him. She was normally so defiant, so rebellious. He’d never thought she might be submissive in bed. The idea that she was made his desire crank up a notch. He was imaging her tied to the bed, blindfolded and spread for his pleasure and hers. When he’d removed his shirt, he looked at her again.
“Lay back and hold onto the bars.” He told her, waiting to see if she would do it.
When she did, something inside him growled with perverted pleasure. He climbed onto the bed, his hand sliding from her flat stomach to her breast. Squeezing lightly, she moaned and released the headboard. He pulled his hand away.
“Did I say you could move?” He questioned, watching her eyes widen again. He could tell as she slowly put her hands back on the bars that she was turned on by the forcefulness of his demands. His hand returned to her breast testing the weight. His mouth covered it, sucking lightly, even as he wanted to devour the delicate peak. She moaned thrusting against him, but her hands stayed where he wanted them. He sucked her for several moments before moving to the other breast giving it the same treatment.
Trick’s hands slid down her body, wanting to touch every inch of the silky skin he’d wanted to feel for years. Needing to own her, he nipped lightly at the skin surrounding her breast causing her to moan, and her hand buried in his hair making him growl and pull away.
“Wh…why did you stop?” Katie asked, panting.
He didn’t answer her, just waited for her to think it through. Even as he burned with the desire to touch her again. She glared at him.
“Seriously? I’m not even allowed to touch you?” Katie felt like she was going to explode if he didn’t touch her again. Yet, she was pissed that he wouldn’t let her touch him.
“You can touch,” He said, watching her return her hands to the bars. “Just not until I allow it.”
Katie knew that his quiet command should have made her angrier, but it only made her body burn hotter. He mouth surrounded her breast again, sucking roughly, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Arching off the bed. She gripped the headboard as he nipped and sucked at her breast his hands sliding down to her hips. His fingers slid over her stomach just about to the hot pool of need that dripped with desire. His hand slipped beneath the edge of her black lace panties, and she thrust her hips towards him, needing his caresses.
Trick devoured the tender peaks of sweetness with a savage intensity. His hand slid beneath the edge of the black lace, and he almost came at the wetness he found. He slid a finger around her bud, growling as he nipped her breast. This is what he needed, her beneath him and his hands, mouth and cock all over her.
He pulled the little panties off her hips, wanting to have the friction he’d need to bring her to orgasm. She was on the cusp. It wouldn’t take much to get her there, and he needed to feel her tight channel squeezing him. Even if it was only his fingers. He circled her bud again, raising his mouth from her breast to look down her body at his fingers, circling that perfect little box. He leaned forward taking her nipple in his mouth sucking hard, as he watched himself thrust two fingers into her wet channel.
Hearing her breath catch as she let out a kneeing cry. He began to slowly thrust into her timing each thrust of his fingers with a hard suck on her breast. He could feel her tightness squeeze him and knowing she was close, he stopped.
“Please…please.” She begged him. Making his dick twitch, yep that’s what he wanted to hear.
“Please, what baby?” He asked, wanting her to ask for it. Needing her to.
“Pl-please…” She begged again making him reward her with a gentle suck. “Yes…oh.”
“Humm…that was almost what I want to hear, sweetheart.” He murmured around her tight peak.
“Do it…please.”
“Tell me what sugar. Do what?”
“Make me come, please…Trick.” Hearing her ask for the orgasm he wanted to feel more than his next breath, he thrust his fingers into her hard, and sucked her tit deep as he did it. She screamed and her little body went wild. He growled around the nipple feeling her clenching body flood his fingers with her pleasure. Damn, that was fucking hot.
He was so hard it bordered on pain, and he needed to thrust inside her soon or he was going to die. Removing his fingers reluctantly, she moaned her body clenching hard to keep the feeling of his penetration, making him almost mad from the need that filled him. The need to give her exactly what she needed from him. He quickly shimmied out of his jeans, throwing them off the bed as he turned back to her. Taking in the sight of her lying there watching him. His cock was thrust proudly out from his body, so swollen it was throbbing like a tooth ache.
He watched her eyes widen and she let go of the headboard. Only to quickly return her hands making him smile. His baby leaned fast. She wanted to touch him and he was inclined to allow it, if she was a good girl. He reached out taking her soft hand in his own bringing it to his thick cock. Groaning, as her hand wrapped around his throbbing member.
Katie was mesmerized by the sight of his thick dick. She wanted to caress it, but she knew his rule. Her hand slipped off the bars she’d gripped, but she returned her hand quickly. He smiled and moved, kneeling near her on the bed. He took her hand off the rail and guided it to his dick, letting out a sexy groan. She slowly ran her hand over his dick, feeling the hard silky thickness of it. She moved her other hand toward it, but stopped.
“No.” He commanded when she reached for it with her other hand.
“Please...I-I want to touch it.”
“Okay.” He finally said, on a growl.
Her hand cupped his balls making him grip the rail on the top of the headboard as she slowly slipped her hand up and down his thick cock. Shit, that was good. Almost too good. If he didn’t stop her he was going to come. He allowed it for another minute, groaning with every caress, then his hands fell to stop hers. She looked up at him with a pleading look that made him want to do anything she wanted. Instead, he moved her hands firmly back to the rails. He moved to lay between her legs then. His tip caressing her wetness, slipping inside the tiniest bit. He growled, wanting to thrust inside her hard and fast, but there was somet
hing he needed to know first.
“Katie, is this the first time for you?” He asked, waiting with a howling beast attacking him at the thought of another man where he was at this moment. The idea of another man touching her was maddening.
“Y-yes.”
“Good,” He growled, feeling satisfaction fill him at the knowledge that he was the only man to touch her. He slowly pressed into her gritting his teeth to stop himself from thrusting into her like he wanted. “It might hurt, but I’ll be gentle.”
Katie didn’t care, her body was still on fire and his mouth caressing her neck, as his kissed and nipped at her making her wither in renewed desire. His body slowly invaded hers. He was gripping her hips, as he slipped slowly into her. He stopped suddenly and she thought he’d pull out. She wanted to cry in that moment, but then she felt him thrust hard into her making her moan for a different reason. Shit, that stung. He was still, and his head was buried in the pillow next to her.
Trick clenched his hands in the sheets beside her hips, waiting. He needed to move, but he knew that she’d need a moment to adjust. He was holding on by a thread. He pressed into the pillow biting hard. It felt so damned good being inside her, finally. With the wet grip her body had on his throbbing cock, he knew that he wasn’t going to last long. Reaching between them, he slid his hand to her clit. Slowly he caressed the bud, almost mad with the desire to move, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
Feeling her tension begin to drain, he slid out then gently back in. He groaned in satisfaction when she moved with him. He growled, unable to stop himself from setting a hard rhythm. He was thrusting into her, with his fingers sliding over her tight little clit and his mouth moved to suck her breast. The one that he’d neglected earlier. Finally feeling her tight depths clench around him with each thrust. Her wetness making each thrust he made into her a wet smacking sound, which made him increase his pace wanting more, needing to know that he’d marked her. That he owned her.