Colton's Salvation: A Demented Sons MC Novel

by Kristine Allen

  We arrived at her apartment, which was actually the lower level of an old four-square style house. It wasn’t huge, but it had a nice porch out front, and as she closed the door, I took in the visible area and noticed they had made the little apartment homey. I slid my arms around her waist and brushed her hair away from her neck with my face. I could still smell whatever shampoo she used mixed with her perfume as I ran my nose and lips up her neck to her jawline. I nipped her jaw then spun her around to face the wall, placing her hands flat on the wall as my hands slid down her arms and around to cup her tits. Sweet Mary, mother of God, her tits spilled over my hands—not huge, but definitely more than a handful. I rolled her nipples with my fingers through her bra and pinched them before reaching down for the hem of her shirt, raising it up over her lithe body and arms before tossing it on the nearest chair. My hands slid down her body, starting at her wrists, to her hips, and back up over her hands.

  “You sure you want this? Last chance….” She whimpered and reached over, nipping my forearm. I took that as a yes. Thank God, because I may have died from blue balls if she changed her mind. I then reached around to her flat, smooth belly and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down before slipping my fingers into her jeans and the tops of her panties.

  Our breathing was harsh and rapid as I slid my fingers farther down, expecting to encounter soft curls, but fuck me, the girl shaved everything… sexy as fuck. I groaned as I reached the slick wetness.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re wet for me. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” She moaned a sexy, little, low sound and I said, “No. Say it. Tell me what you want.”

  “You.” She said, “I want you.”

  “You want me to fuck you with my fingers or my cock. You gotta say the words, baby.” Damn, she was hot and I was ready to bend her ass over right here and fuck her long and hard, but shit, as fucking horny as I was, it may not last long… this time.

  “Oh God, everything… I want it all,” she moaned.

  I groaned into her neck then shimmied her jeans down her legs and helped her step out of each leg, kicking them to the side. Then I went back to the waist of her panties and dropped to my knees behind her. I hooked my fingers in the sides of her sexy underwear, and as I exposed the globes of her ass, I licked, sucked, and kissed them both. Spreading her legs with my knees, I pushed my face into her pussy from behind, running my tongue from front to back before burying it deep into her wet slit.

  She was so wet it was running down my chin as I lapped and circled her pussy, nipping gently at her pussy lips. When I reached around to circle and pinch her clit, she rubbed herself on my face and hand, her breath coming faster and shorter with little breathy moans slipping from her open mouth. I knew she was close to reaching the big “O,” so I slowed down and softly kissed her wet pussy lips. God, this girl was responsive. I fucking loved it.

  When I stopped and stood up, pressing my face into her hair, she cried out in frustration. I kissed her shoulder. “Not here, baby. Where’s your room?”

  She led me to her room, tossing hot looks over her shoulder as we headed down a short hall that ended with what looked like it must be the bathroom, and then she took the door to the left. As soon as we entered the room, she shut the door with her foot and pushed me the few steps to the bed. I grabbed her waist as the backs of my knees hit the bed and we tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, frantically kissing, nipping, and licking each other’s necks, lips, chins—anywhere we could reach. I’d never felt so out of control in my life. This girl was off the charts fuckin’ hot.

  I flipped her to her back and kissed her deep, our tongues teasing and tangling. I left her mouth and trailed down her body, licking and sucking at her tits and drawing her nipples into my mouth, running my teeth along them gently as I let go. She reached up to unbutton my jeans and I knelt, grabbing the back of my shirt, pulling it over my head, and tossing it to the floor. After she had my jeans undone, she reached in and stroked my cock with slow firm thrusts. I had to grab her hand to stop her before I embarrassed myself and shot my load all over her soft, tanned belly. I slid my jeans down, my cock springing out. I thought I had died and gone to heaven when she leaned up and licked the drop of precum off the head of my cock.

  Jesus.

  I nipped and licked down the curve of her cleavage to her belly button. Fucking pierced. Jesus, she was sexy as hell. I rubbed my face along her firm, flat stomach, leaving faint redness behind from the light stubble of my beard.

  Yeah, fuck the Army, I sure as shit wasn’t shaving every day if I was on damn leave.

  When I reached her shaved mound, I buried my face in that pussy like a starving man. I took her clit between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue, looking up at her and meeting those gorgeous eyes as they glazed over with desire. Her full lips were swollen and pink. As I licked her pussy in a long, slow sweep, she ran her tongue across her lips. With that, I just about flipped my shit. She was gonna come, and then I was going to bury my cock in that dripping wet pussy. I couldn’t wait anymore.

  “Come for me, baby.” I continued to lick and suck on her pussy while I slipped a finger in her soaking core and stroked her G-spot. She moaned and thrashed as she tightened her thighs around my head. I knew she was close, so I slid a second finger in her—Jesus she was tight—and kept fucking her with my tongue and fingers until I heard her cry out in ecstasy. Her body tensed as her walls contracted and pulsed around my fingers. I didn’t think it was possible, but she got even wetter as her cum gushed over my fingers and tongue and she screamed.

  Yeah, baby, scream for me.

  Fuck, she was ready, and I needed to be balls deep in that tight, sopping wet pussy or I may just fucking quit breathing. I slid up her body until the head of my cock skimmed along her wetness, and I kissed her, making her taste herself on my lips and tongue. Then, I pulled away, resting my forehead on hers and holding most of my weight on my forearms.

  She looked up at me panting, with her own juices glistening on her lips from our kiss, and said the words I’d been waiting for…

  “Fuck me, Colton. Jesus, please, fuck me now.”

  I slipped the tip of my cock in and out a couple of times before I looked her in the eye and slid into what felt like heaven.

  I HAD ONLY BEEN with two guys my whole life. One was a bumbling loss of my virginity in the back seat of a car to my first serious boyfriend, who moved away a month later. The other was a guy I dated for a few months my freshman year. Then he decided the brunette who sat next to us in algebra was better than me and shit-canned me. So my experience was definitely limited in the sex department, but holy hell… Colton was a sex god.

  I was convinced.

  As soon as we entered my apartment, it was like we spontaneously combusted. I couldn’t touch him or get close enough. If his body could have literally absorbed mine, I would have been happy. I had never felt so connected to someone on such a deep level. It was as if our bodies knew each other. He made me feel like my body was shattering into a million fragments and then falling back together. His body was rock hard everywhere, if you know what I mean, and abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. Those tats I saw peeking out of his shirt sleeves were dark and light abstract designs that stretched up to his shoulders and wrapped around to the back of his arms. His eyes were an ice blue and those lashes…. Lordy, why were guys always blessed with eyelashes like that? It just wasn’t fair!

  When I first unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his cock from its confines, I almost swallowed my tongue. I was sure there was no way in hell he was going to fit. He was like silk-encased steel, and I could barely wrap my hand around him.

  He teased me for a few seconds, gliding just the tip of his massive cock into my entrance. When he slid all the way in, there was a slight burn as I stretched to accommodate him. He held still in me with his chin dropped to his chest and his eyes tightly closed, breathing deep but ragged. He held his weight up on his arms, and I noticed his muscles were tense and quivering. He lif
ted his head and looked me in the eye as he pulled nearly all the way out.

  “This one is going to be hard and fast. I can’t hold back. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he whispered as he slammed his cock back in me. I raised my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him better access to enter me deeper. Reaching up, I ran my hands along the defined muscles of his back, feeling every contour and ridge as I trailed my fingertips down to his tight ass as it tightened further with each thrust. The rhythm was frantic, but with each drive of his cock into my wet pussy, I felt a tingling as he massaged my G-spot over and over until I couldn’t hold back.

  “Oh my God, oh my God!” I wailed on repeat like a crazy banshee, arching my back as I felt my inner muscles pulse and squeeze his cock. My body exploded as I saw flashes of light behind my closed eyelids, my muscles all tensed up, and I felt myself quivering head to toe.

  “Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking tight. Oh shit, baby. Yessssss!” he growled out. I felt his cock swell even more before a roar burst from him as he came. He continued to stroke in and out slowly a few more times before he collapsed to his elbows and his hands framed my face as he kissed me gently, then rolled over to his back, pulling me with him and tucking me to his side. I felt our combined fluids run down the side of my thigh and instinctively clenched my thighs around his leg. He kissed the top of my head and let out a deep sigh.

  “That was absolutely amazing,” I said with a breathless voice. As he lightly stroked my back up and down with his hand, he chuckled softly and kissed my forehead.

  “Yeah, that was definitely pretty incredible, babe. Sorry, it was so quick. I’m not usually like that, but you’re fucking amazing.”

  I smiled shyly at him. What a time to be bashful. Damn, I just screwed him like a porn star. Part of me wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. What the hell had come over me? Shit. Evidently, I was a closet wanton. As I laughed, he looked at me with a questioning gaze. I giggled again and told him I was just thinking crazy things. He smiled, giving me those sexy dimples as he reached over and tucked my stupid long bangs back behind my ear again. Why did I even let the hair dresser tell me they were a good idea? Ugh. They were a pain in the ass.

  I leaned and reached over the side of the bed, feeling for my phone before I remembered it was in the back pocket of my jeans in the living room. I saw his in his jeans and grabbed it, opening the camera and snuggling back into him. I held it above us, capturing our smiling faces on the screen. He took it from me, looking at the picture showing a grinning couple with total “just fucked” expressions; flushed cheeks, long dark blonde hair curling around his shoulder and laying up against his dark head of sweat-spiked hair. He smiled, then dropped his phone back to the floor as he kissed me again.

  I felt his cock jump a little against my leg, and I quickly opened my eyes and looked at him. He smirked, shrugged, and said, “What? You do crazy things to me. And I told you I would make it up to you, remember?”

  I slid over him and raised up to guide his cock in me once more. He grabbed on tightly to my hips but let me set the pace as I rode him slow and sensually at first, and then faster as I felt another orgasm building. When it hit me, I felt on the edge of just falling apart—like molecules-scattered-across-the-room falling apart. I pulsed and tingled, gripping his cock hard with every spasm, making me throw my head back and moan. We were like two halves, and there was no telling where one started and the other stopped. I felt his hands glide up and cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples and massaging me. He slid his palms featherlight up and down my side before he slipped one hand down and his thumb circled my clit as he leaned up to suckle a nipple. As soon as his lips wrapped around my other nipple, I exploded again.

  Jesus.

  He gripped my hips, pounding up into me until I felt his hot cum fill me again, and I collapsed on his chest. Our mingled sweat made our chests glide across each other before I rested my head on his shoulder, panting like I’d just ran a marathon.

  Holy cow. Wow. Just wow.

  We went two more rounds before the sun lightened the sky and we collapsed, worn out and totally exhausted. I didn’t think twice in one night was possible for a guy, let alone four.

  Sweet heavens.

  My eyelids grew heavy and I just couldn’t keep them open. The last conscious thought I had was how a girl could definitely get used to this kind of treatment. Then I felt his firm lips whispering across my swollen, soft lips as I gave a sleepy smile and snuggled deeper into his warm body.

  I hated to leave her, but I needed to track down Mason. I hadn’t slept more than a few minutes here and there all fucking night, but we needed to hit the road if we planned on making it back in time. Top would have our fucking asses if we were AWOL. No way in hell was I getting my ass in a sling. He better not have disappeared with some fucking ho, or I was gonna have to kick his ass. I sent him a text telling him he better meet me at his cousin’s place within the hour, if he wasn’t there already.

  As I dressed and gathered my phone and keys, I looked at the rumpled bed where my beautiful angel lay sleeping. God, she really did look like an angel with her golden hair and sun-kissed skin against the pale-blue sheets. Her hair was a crazy mess all around her head and across the pillow, but she was a beautiful sight. Her lashes lay soft against her cheeks, and her sexy-as-fuck lips were still kiss swollen and slightly parted. Shit, I wished I had time to wake her for one last round as I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I readjusted it and leaned over to kiss her softly on her head. I didn’t want to wake her because I knew I wore her clean out. Poor girl.

  Damn, I really didn’t want to go, and I knew I was standing there staring at her like some crazy-ass stalker, but I need to pop smoke. Seeing a notebook and textbook on the bedside table, I did something I never did before… I wrote my phone number down for her and told her to keep in touch with me and maybe I could swing by to see her after I got back. Shit. That was dumb. What if something crazy happened and I didn’t make it back? Besides, by the time I did get back, she would probably have found someone who deserved her. Someone who could offer her a stable life, the white picket fence and all that sappy shit. I reminded myself I didn’t do relationships.

  I just didn’t.

  Not with my job.

  It would be stupid.

  I didn’t even really know this girl anyway. I ripped the paper from the notebook as carefully as I could so I didn’t wake her, crumpled it, and tossed it into her trash can by the door. I stared down at the wadded-up paper amid all the other rumpled up bits of papers and trash, wishing I didn’t feel like it was my heart I just ripped out and dropped in there….

  What the fuck?

  In one night, this girl crawled right up under my skin. I never even got her name, but knew I would never forget last night, or her.

  As I quietly let myself out of her room, I ran smack into the redhead from last night coming out of the bathroom. She squealed in surprise. Great, so much for trying to keep the noise down.

  “What? Who are you? What the heck!”

  “Shhhhh. She’s wracked out. Take care of her for me?” I gave a small, sad smile and walked out her front door, leaving her friend standing there slack-jawed.

  May 2013

  WHEN I LEFT MY small town to go off to college, I had big plans. I was going to finish college with my culinary science degree, graduating top in my class, of course, and then become a kick-ass chef who eventually owned the number one dining establishment in the nation. Yeah, they were big dreams, but who had ever made it big by dreaming small? Funny how life comes along and makes its own plans for you. For me, it came at me like a sudden raging bull, taking me out at the knees.

  Like I said before, I was almost done. It was the week of finals, then graduation and my future would be laid out like a Caribbean sunset. Right?

  I studied like a crazed woman. I barely slept, or ate—unless you counted Starbucks as one of the main food groups—over the last few weeks. Looking back, I realized it wa
sn’t really my best plan and I had made myself sick as all hell. I felt like I couldn’t catch a dang break! How was I supposed to keep studying and remember all the crap I was burning into my eyes when I could barely get my ass out of bed before noon and I felt like I was dying from the flu I had picked up?

  So I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, counting every little, ugly, lumpy piece of that crappy popcorn texture, trying my best to keep my mind off the nausea roiling in my stomach. I tried not to think of my beat-up wicker trash can next to the bed with the two used grocery bags lining it. I tried not to think of how many steps it was across my threadbare carpet, through my door with the loose antique knob that sometimes got stuck slowing me down, into the bathroom and to the cracked porcelain god I had been worshipping for the last three days.

  For God’s sake, I hadn’t showered in four days now. My hair was a greasy, ratted mess, my eyes were bleary and bloodshot, and no matter how many times I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I still tasted minty vomit and smelled…. Dear Lord, I couldn’t even begin to tell you how I smelled. I could barely stand myself at that point.

  Yeah, not helping the nausea…. Two hundred seventy-three, two hundred seventy-four….

  Oh shit, not working!

  I reached over for the trash can and barely kept my lank hair out of the way as I lost a whole lot of nothing from my stomach.

  Yes, God, kill me now. Lightning. Flash flood. Whatever.

  I couldn’t take much more.

  I had just flopped my exhausted body back on my equally nasty, rumpled sheets when I heard the tentative knock on my door, the rattle of the old knob, and saw Becca’s worried face peek around the edge of the door. The stench of my deathbed (okay, so sometimes I was a little dramatic. Sue me. I truly thought I was dying) must have hit her like an uppercut because her worried expression quickly gave way to a look of disgust as her own face turned green and she covered her mouth and nose with one manicured hand.