King (Rogue Rebels MC)

by Nicole Elliot

He reached for my wrist and my breath caught in my throat. With his eyes fixed on me, he plucked the ice cube out of my hand and instead of dropping it to the ground, he brought it close to my face.

  My lips instinctively fell open, my heart thudding against my chest because I had no idea what he planned on doing next.

  “Beautiful, sweet Ava,” he said the words in a breathy deep whisper as the ice cube came closer to me. Slowly, he touched my lips with it and I felt the cold sting of its surface. He was watching me, noting my every reaction. He slid the ice cube along my lip and my body shockingly sizzled with a new wave of heat. How could I feel so hot and cold at the same time?

  Then he was slipping the ice down from my lip, leaving a trail down my neck, till he got to the neck of the t-shirt. He looked up at me, his blue eyes glowing bright and without warning, he dropped the ice cube. It went sliding down the t-shirt and I leaped with a giggle. The ice tickled and surprised me as it slipped down my front, grazing my left nipple and then dissolving in a small puddle on the carpet.

  I was still smiling when I looked at him. He was not. He was looking at me from under his heavy eyelids, like he was formulating some kind of plan in his head. Whatever he had planned, I was game.

  There was nothing that he could do to me that would scare me.

  I wanted everything.

  Chapter 15

  Ava

  He pulled me to the bed and I fell on his lap. The sheets got tangled and he gruffly pushed them aside, so that I could see his raging erection now. That thick angry cock that was ready for me, and I could feel the wetness in my pussy.

  “You’ve stolen my t-shirt,” he said with a smile, as he brought his lips to me and we were kissing. Our tongues made smacking lapping sounds as we kissed hungrily. His hand slipped under the t-shirt and reached up for my breasts which he cupped and squeezed. I moaned, my body thrilling with the pleasure of his hands.

  I reached for his cock, my hand not fitting around its base. I hadn’t forgotten how big he was, but it was still shocking. He groaned and broke the kiss and stretched away from me.

  “I want your mouth on my cock,” I heard him say and I looked up at him and I saw the command in his eyes. I was never a fan of blow jobs, but with him, he didn’t have to ask twice. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted to feel powerful with this big muscular man with bloodied knuckles.

  I propped myself on my knees and he reached for my head, pushing me down down down till my face was aligned with his cock. Keeping a hold on his cock, I opened my mouth wide.

  “Be a good girl and take it all in,” he said, and I heard the sizzle in his voice. He was pushing the back of my head, and I did what he asked. His cock was thick, sliding in to my mouth and I nearly gagged on it. There was no way I could take it in completely, but I was going to try.

  Commando started thrusting the moment his cock was a few inches in. Slowly moving his hips back and forth, and keeping a firm grip on my head. His cock rammed into the back of my throat and I gasped and moaned as I tried to fit him in my mouth. His balls swung against my chin. I could hear him grunting and groaning, slowly rocking himself to the edge of pleasure.

  Then I felt his hand leave my head, and in the next second, an icy coolness was slipping down my skin. He was tracing a wet line down my back with another ice cube. My skin tingled, covered with goosebumps and I could feel my belly doing somersaults. It was becoming very hard to stay in control.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck that mouth for a very long time,” he said, as he traced the ice cube on the small of my back and then gently on my ass. I quivered, faltered and nearly gave up, but he didn’t stop thrusting his cock in my mouth. His groans became louder and I thought he was going to explode in my mouth. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up. The taste of his cock was still musky and strong in my mouth.

  He lifted me up, then quickly rolled my t-shirt and threw it away. My breasts bounced into view and he picked up another ice cube from the glass.

  “Stay still, princess. Remember, you’re not allowed to come till I give you permission,” he said and my lips parted in anticipation.

  He brought the ice cube to my breasts, to my puckered sensitive nipples. Gently, he grazed my nipple with it and my body shuddered and I threw my head back in delight. It was going to be so difficult to not come. When he was doing this!

  He was tracing the ice in circular motions on my nipples, on the left and then the right and I could feel my juices dripping down the insides of my thighs.

  “Commando, I want to come,” I said, in the same pleading voice I had used before. His lips stretched in a smile, but he didn’t give me permission yet.

  The ice started melting, while he gently rubbed it on my nipples, then down my belly till he was touching my pussy with it. I shuddered and pressed my eyes close. It was too much. I couldn’t control myself for much longer.

  His gentleness and slow pace was overwhelming. Now he had built the tension up in my belly and I just wanted him to slam into me. My body had started spasming, I wanted to move, I wanted him fucking inside me! I looked down at my body, one hand gripping my left breast, my mouth open with desire. His fingers were playing with my clit, with my pussy, the ice melting against my folds. It was so cold and hot at the same time.

  Those fingers, with those bloodied knuckles were so fucking hot. He’d used that same hand to punch a guy bloody, the same hand had pulled the clutch on his roaring bike…had that hand pulled the trigger of a gun too? I wanted to come on those hands, I wanted those fingers inside me.

  “Commando, please,” I cried, writhing as he rubbed the ice on my clit.

  It happened in a flash. Without missing a beat, he pushed me and I was thrown on the bed. His hands slapped on my waist and he whipped me around. I could feel him behind me, lowering himself over me, while my body was seconds away from a burning, gushing orgasm.

  “Oh my God, I’m going to come!” I screamed, clutching the pillows with both hands, my eyes wide open and facing the wall behind the bed. He was covering me with his body, his arms propped on the bed around my face. I reached for his biceps, gripping them tightly with my hands, my nails digging into his flesh.

  “I’m sorry for what’s coming, Ava, I just fuckin need you…” he said and even before he had finished the sentence, I felt his cock thrust into my pussy from behind. I screamed with pleasure, feeling his cock reach deep inside me. That thick big cock, pounded into me like a jackhammer, in a quick rhythm giving me no chance to breathe or catch up to his motion. He was thrusting deep, reaching that sweet spot which made me come instantly. I’d been holding back for very long and now I couldn’t anymore.

  I couldn’t believe what he had just said. He needed me. This was the toughest, most scary guy I had ever spoken to. He was high up in the biker gang that owned the bar, he carried a gun, he could have any woman he wanted to and right now, he seemed weak, like I was the one who was in control. He was slamming into me with force because he didn’t have a grip on himself. How was this happening?

  I came screaming, clutching his biceps with my body shaking and shuddering while he kept pounding into me. I could feel my pussy stretching, going sore. I wasn’t going to be able to walk comfortably for a while.

  I felt his hot breath on my back, he lowered his face, biting my shoulder while he kept ramming into me. I was going to come again. So quickly! My pussy tightened around his cock, and he pushed harder, deeper, not stopping for anything as I came.

  “Fuck. Ava. Fuck!” I heard him growling in my ear as he came as well. We were coming together. Our groaning was in sync as we came, he was shooting his hot seed inside me while my pussy streamed of its juices around his cock. The bed shook wildly, the sheets and pillows were all scattered on the floor and the melted ice cubes had left damp spots on the mattress.

  He collapsed on top of me, his body covering mine, his cock still inside me. Both our breathing was ragged and harsh, and then I felt him gently push aside a portion of my hair. His
lips grazed my burning ears and he nipped my earlobe playfully.

  “Good morning,” he said and I smiled, buried under him on his bed. I couldn’t believe how happy and satisfied I was feeling, how everything just felt right. I didn’t care how little I knew about this man, all I cared about was what he was capable of making me feel. And he was capable of making me feel good…and safe.

  “I wish I could stay, but you should,” I heard him say and I felt my heart sinking. “Tell your friend where you are so she doesn’t worry.”

  “Already taken care of,” I countered trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. He was going to leave. He moved from over me and then slid off the bed. I turned and moved up against the headboard, watching him as he began to dress himself. There was nothing more delicious than that chiseled body of his.

  “Spend the day here and go straight to the bar when it’s your shift,” he said and I bit down on my lip, stifling a smile.

  This felt normal for some reason.

  Chapter 16

  Commando

  King, Slade and I stood outside the abandoned warehouse.

  “This place looks like shit,” Slade said.

  King was standing next to me, clutching the cross around his neck and I could sense that he was reciting a silent prayer in his head. It had become a habit of his, and I said nothing. None of us, except Slade said anything. He had his religion, just like we all had our weaknesses. Was Ava becoming one of mine?

  “This is a recon mission, remember that,” I said to the others as we prepared ourselves to go in. The first order of business was to figure out what the Hell kind of operation they were running. Waging a war against the Black Skulls would come next.

  I checked the gun that was tucked into my belt, and then we entered the place.

  It was smoky, a lot like The Pussycats, and this was because of how much tobacco and weed these guys were smoking. Unlike the strip club though, there was no music here, just a loud chatter of voices and cheers around us.

  Most of the guys belonged to the Black Skulls, while there were some from other MCs and the rest of the guys were just regular patrons; those addicted to placing bets on a good fight.

  The warehouse was just that, an abandoned warehouse, with electrical wiring exposed and dim bulbs hanging low from the high ceiling. King, Slade and I weaved through the crowd of men drinking and casually throwing punches at each other. We were headed towards the center of the place, where a giant cage had been set up.

  We heard the ding of a bell, a fight was just starting. We could see two young boys, stripped down to their boxer shorts, with no gloves on and no mouth guards, their foreheads already streaming with blood. They were poised to start a fight. One of them wouldn’t stand a chance, and it was clearly going to be the skinny pale one, who was at least a foot shorter than the bronze skinned muscular one.

  “Gonna go find the bookie,” Slade said beside us, and I was about to stop him when three skinheads, with tattoos creeping around their necks approached us. I recognized them as Black Skulls immediately, and we stopped in our tracks.

  “The fuck are you fuckers doing here?” one of them said, a burnt down joint dangling from the side of his mouth.

  “Just here to get a slice of the cake, man,” Slade said, in his usual cheery voice.

  “Got the message?” I asked, when they came to a stop in front of us.

  “What message?” one of them said, the one with a slick trimmed mustache and a shiny head.

  They knew exactly what we were talking about. When we remained silent, Slade still grinning at them, another one stepped towards King.

  “You’re telling us that you came all this fucking way to make sure we got your love letter?” he said, glaring into King’s eyes who was glaring back, without a flinch.

  “Is it Valentine’s day?” another one quipped and the three of them laughed.

  “Stay the fuck off our territory,” I interrupted their laughter, and they stalked towards me now.

  “What did you say? Motherfucker!” one of them barked and Slade stepped in between us. Who asked him to? If there were going to be punches thrown, I was in. I’d tasted blood the previous night and I hadn’t had my fill.

  “Hey hey hey! Can’t we all just talk this out?” Slade said and King and I closed in on the guys, just like they were trying to do to us. The six of us were gathered together in a huddle.

  “Talk about what? Did you bring us chocolates and perfume too?” the joker of their gang said and they laughed again. King and I exchanged looks. I could see it in his eyes. He’d had enough. He was pumped for a fight as well.

  “Stay off our territory or there is going to be war,” I repeated myself and their laughter stopped.

  “You come into our casa and threaten us?” the mustache guy said, narrowing his eyes at me and I clenched my jaw. As much as I would have liked to sock the guy in the face, it was still just the three of us against a warehouse full of Black Skulls members.

  Another ding sounded behind us. The fight was about to start.

  “You’re running guns on our territory,” King said.

  “You beat up one of our guys”

  “Because you’re running guns on our territory. You’re shaking down our businesses. Stay off motherfucker!” I was losing my patience and I charged threateningly towards the mustache guy who charged towards me as well.

  “Hey hey hey! We’re just talking remember?” Slade cut in again. I held back. Slade was right. One of us or all of us was going to get killed if we picked a fight with these guys here.

  “We don’t give a rat’s ass what you do on your territory,” I said. “Just don’t do it on ours,” and added.

  The guys looked at each other and then one of them nodded.

  “Message received and it will be conveyed,” he said, referring to the president of their club and I stepped back.

  “And if you don’t get the message…” I heard King say and then we all saw him reach for his gun. The three of them reached for theirs and I pushed myself into King.

  “Back off brother. We’re outnumbered,” I hissed at him through gritted teeth. He was still eyeballing the three of them behind me. “King. That’s an order. Back down,” I growled and he finally took his hand off his gun.

  I turned to the three weasels.

  “Enjoy the fight, gentlemen,” I said, sarcastically, but they didn’t seem to catch on.

  “Top o’ the morning to you!” Slade said cheerily, in a mock-Irish accent and I gripped King’s arm and started dragging him outside. Slade was following us, looking around eagerly. If given the chance, he would have taken the first opportunity to place bets.

  Outside, I released King, who jerked his arm away from me and I could see he was breathing hard.

  “Walk it off, brother,” I said, checking my gun again. King gritted his teeth and glared at the warehouse.

  “They’re pitting that puny kid against a fucking beast. He’s going to get killed up there!” he growled, running his hand through his hair in frustration. I could see his point, it had made my blood boil as well. What was the point of this fight? Did they just want to stand around and watch a kid getting beaten bloody or killed?

  “We were outnumbered. There was no way we were going to get outta there alive if you pulled on them!” I barked back at him, while he paced around in circles, his gun dangling from his hand.

  “Jesus man, you almost got us killed!” Slade spat at him, eyeing the warehouse like he was still expecting some of them to come charging out.

  “Fuck off you pussy bastard!” King thundered at Slade, taking us both by surprise, because King was usually the calm one.

  “One of them. Some of them. All of them need to be shot!” King growled and I realized what was going on. Seeing those street kids being pitted against each other inside the cage had triggered memories. He was one of those kids not long ago, before Dad brought him into the MC.

  “Not right now. Not when it’s just the three
of us. This was a recon mission, brother,” I said to King, holding his gaze strongly till he gave up and looked away, running a hand through his hair.

  “You need a good fuck. That’s what you need,” I said, leading the way towards our bikes again. King was following reluctantly but I knew that we needed to get out of this place quickly before he did something foolish.

  “Is that your answer to every fucking question, Commando?” he said with a frustrated laugh. I revved up the engine, while Slade and he jumped on their bikes.

  “Fuck a tight pussy from behind and all is right with the world,” I said, my mind immediately filling with thoughts of Ava again. It felt strange even saying those words, because I could only think of her. Only imagine her. These were just empty words coming out of my mouth without any actual meaning.

  “Yeah, you’re right. I need to get it out,” King said and we rode our bikes, back to the bar.

  I wasn’t sure anymore, how this night might have turned out if I hadn’t met Ava. I might have reached for my gun the same way King had. One of us would have gotten killed and the other two would have returned to The Lucky Lady to fuck a bitch and raise a toast to our fallen brother. But not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to see Ava again.

  Chapter 17

  Ava

  Charity had stopped by the bar earlier to drop off my books, so now that the place was quiet, I had a chance to catch up on studying. Big D was behind the counter, and after I was done cleaning the glasses and wiping down the tables, I sat down on a bar stool with my books.

  The place was practically empty and I had nothing else to do, but I could hardly concentrate, my mind kept drifting to Commando. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing and where he was. I flipped through the pages, trying to absorb the words and I was hoping that most of the information would stick.

  The doors of the bar banged open, and when I turned; I saw Commando walk in, followed by the two guys he usually hung around with. They were referred to as Slade and King, but I had no idea what their real names were. Just like I still hadn’t gotten used to thinking of Commando as Kelley.