by J. M. Walker
Cupping her ass, I lifted her off her feet and deepened the kiss.
She moaned, tugging my hair, and devouring the fuck out of my mouth.
My cock stirred, twitching against the fly of my jeans. “Fucking sweet,” I whispered against her mouth.
“Take me inside,” she murmured, her gaze dark with lust.
I would and then I would devour every inch of her. I needed her in ways I never knew were possible.
As soon as we headed into the house, I stopped suddenly, finding Catch sitting at the bar.
“Ah. So we meet again.” He nodded once.
My back stiffened. “You two have already met?”
“Yeah.” Zillah placed a hand on my arm. “I told you that. Remember?”
“Right.” I narrowed my brows.
“He left a very good impression too.” Her hand slid down to mine, linking our fingers.
Catch watched the movement, his jaw ticking.
Releasing Zillah’s hand, I cupped the back of her neck and gently pushed her forward.
“We were just heading back to bed,” I told Catch, not that he cared.
“Right. Bed.” He scoffed, turning away from us.
“Will you give us a moment, Beauty?” I asked, kissing her cheek.
“Oh.” She smiled up at me. “Sure.” She looked around us. “Um, where should I go?”
“Just sit in the booth.” I pointed across the room. “I won’t be long.”
She nodded. “Don’t let him make you feel guiltier than you already do. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
I swallowed hard and nodded once before heading to my best friend. To confront him about … Shit, I didn’t even know anymore. But the mood about him had changed since the last time I saw him. He was no longer happy, and it was all my fault.
“What do you want, Tray?” Catch asked as I neared the bar.
“Just to talk I guess.” I sat beside him. “I’m not sure really. You know I suck at this shit.”
His lips twitched but he didn’t smile. “You happy?”
“I’m happy enough.” I shrugged. “I don’t know what’s going to come of this. Hell, I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow but I know that I like her. I like her a lot. She makes me feel young and damn near keeps me on my ass half the time.”
“You’re not that old, Tray.” Catch rose from the stool and went around the bar. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he leaned against the counter.
“I’m not but I’m older than her. It makes a difference.” I was thirty-eight but half the time, I felt fifty.
“It’s funny. I never actually loved a man before I met Greyson. Fucked them, yes. But never felt anything more.” Catch rubbed his nape. “And then he met Eve and all I had was you.”
“You don’t want to love me, Catch. You deserve better. Someone who can return those feelings for you.”
He grunted. “That’ll never happen again.”
I frowned, not exactly sure what he was getting at, but didn’t press. “I like her.”
“Yeah. I see that. I have to say that she will grow on me, but I do like her sass.”
I chuckled. “She smells like apple pie.”
“I prefer cherry.” He winked. “Although, I do miss that Georgia peach we shared. Fuck me, she was tasty.”
“I forgot about that.” We had gone on a trip and stopped at a tattoo shop because Eve wanted a piercing. While Greyson and her did their thing, Catch and I did ours. And the woman we shared damn near broke our ear drums from how loud she was. It had been fucking perfect.
“How could you forget about her?” Catch groaned, cupping himself. “Maybe I should pay her a visit. See if she can handle me all on my own.”
“I don’t think you should.” I shook my head. “Someone probably snatched her up already anyway.”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “Too bad. Guess I’ll have to stick with my cherry pie.”
My heart stuttered, remembering him telling me about someone he had been close with years ago who he had nicknamed Cherry. But I didn’t get any more out of him, so I didn’t know if Cherry was a man or a woman. All I knew was that this Cherry person had damn near destroyed his soul by ripping out his heart.
I cleared my throat. “Well, we all have our preferred flavor.” I turned on the stool, finding Zillah looking at us from the booth she sat in. She gave a small wave.
“Have fun, brother.” Catch clapped my shoulder and headed to the main doors.
“Where are you going this early?” I called after him.
“Out.” He left abruptly, slamming the door closed behind.
Once Zillah and I were alone, I could finally take advantage of what I wanted to do for the next couple of hours. She wanted every part of me. She had been begging for it since the beginning. Well she was going to get it. My inner beast. That darkness. My monster.
THINGS WITH CATCH went south quickly but I refused to back down. I was sleeping with Tray. The man he apparently loved but according to Tray, he didn’t actually love him. I was confused by that, but I didn’t argue. Catch would find his love eventually. I was a firm believer that there was someone out there for everyone. Maybe that was the naivety in me.
When I was watching Tray interact with him from across the room, I wondered how long they had known each other. Did they grow up together? Did they know each other before Hell’s Harlem? Most of the guys I had seen in the biker life, including my father’s own club, were rough looking. They hid so many stories behind their eyes that it showcased in the wrinkles on their faces. But Hell’s Harlem were young, from what I could tell. Although I had only met three of the members, including Tray, even though he wasn’t patched in, they were big guys but much younger.
When Catch left, Tray turned to me. He crooked his finger, indicating for me to go to him. My heart jumped, my body becoming alive at the silent demand.
I slid from the booth and went to him. Stepping between his knees, I cupped his cheek. “Everything okay?” I murmured, running my fingers over the graying scruff on his strong jaw.
Tray leaned into my palm, sliding his hands from my waist to the cheeks of my ass. Gripping them firmly, he pulled me even closer.
A soft gasp escaped me. “Tray.”
His lips twitched, his eyes darkening even more. He brushed his nose between the center of my breasts, inhaling deep. “Apple pie,” he murmured.
I smirked, my breath catching in my throat at the intensity rolling off of him in waves. Running my fingers through the short hair at his nape, I waited.
In a quick move, Tray stood and lifted me in his arms.
Taking the hint, I crushed my mouth to his.
He groaned, cupped the back of my neck, and deepened the kiss. Sliding his tongue between my lips, he took the last amount of control I had left. Breaking the kiss, he kept a firm hold on my neck. “I’m going to spend the morning fucking you.” He carried me down a long hall and up a set of stairs, all the while telling me exactly what he was going to do to me.
I whimpered, struggling in his arms when he brought me into a room and slammed me up against a wall. I gasped, my heart jumping.
Tray gripped my inner thighs, pulling them apart and shoved his hips between them.
I moaned, the hard length of his cock rubbing against my center. “Tray, please.”
“Tell me how hungry you are for it,” he demanded, sinking his teeth into my jaw.
“So damn hungry.” I trembled against him, digging my fingers into the back of his head, and crushing my mouth against his.
He growled, tugged my head back, and took control of the kiss. It was so deep, I felt it down to my toes.
“Tray,” I whispered against his lips.
“Fuck, Beauty.” His mouth slid down the length of my jaw. “I need you, and I’m not going to be gentle about it.”
“Take me.” I arched against him, rubbing my center over the erection he was sporting in his jeans. “Please.”
“Shit.” He cupped my jaw
, staring down at me. “You’re shaking.”
“It’s been a crappy night. Or morning now I guess it is. I need—Make me forget.”
He placed a soft peck on my mouth. “I think we’ve spent most of the night just talking or fucking. But you want more?”
I nodded.
Tray placed me on my feet and moved me in front of him. “Strip.”
I swallowed hard at the firm demand but did as I was told. When I removed the last bit of clothing, it earned me a soft groan.
“Fuck me you’re beautiful.” With the back of his knuckles, he brushed them down the length of my spine.
I arched like a cat, a purr escaping me.
“Kneel on the bed with your hands on the headboard,” he told me, rubbing his lips along the shell of my ear.
I shivered and did as I was told.
“Spread your knees.” The bed dipped behind me. Tray grabbed my hips, pulling me back. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He kissed the spot between my shoulder blades. He laid down behind me, pushing himself higher up the bed until his head was between my legs.
My eyes widened. “Tray.”
He winked. “Trust me. You’ll enjoy this.” Wrapping his arms around my waist, he dropped me onto his mouth.
I gasped. His beard scratched at my inner thighs. His tongue thrusted in and out of me. His fingers dug into my hips. All of my thoughts were lost to the man between my legs.
“Oh, Tray.” I threw my head back, moving my hips back and forth over his mouth.
He growled, spreading me open with his thumbs, and releasing me with a wet smack. “That’s it, Beauty. Ride my tongue.” He swiped it from the tight area between my ass cheeks back to my pussy.
I moaned, white-knuckling the headboard. “Please.” My thighs shook. My body vibrated. My skin tingled.
“Come on my face, Zillah.”
I grabbed onto his hair, riding his tongue. Back and forward. Hard and rough. I chased the orgasm. Taking from him what I wanted.
His growl deepened, his hold on my lower body, tightening.
Our sex had been rough. I may have been a virgin before Tray but I was addicted. I couldn’t get enough. Now that I was learning things about myself and what I liked, I wanted more. So much more and I knew he could give it to me.
“God, Tray. Yes. Please. Harder. Eat me harder.” Things I never thought I would say before him poured from my lips. The dirty words tingled on my tongue. Knowing he liked it when I said what I wanted, it only heightened my desire to please him. “Please. Make me come.”
“Fuck my tongue,” he demanded, his voice rough.
I rode his mouth, every movement causing his teeth to scrape over my swollen clit. The pleasure was powerful. I almost couldn’t handle it but the orgasm didn’t hit me. It hovered, teasing every inch of me but I couldn’t catch it. A frustrated cry escaped me, the longer time wore on.
Tray pushed me off of him, flipped me onto my back. Spreading my legs in a rough move, he shoved his head back between my thighs.
I screamed, latching on to his hair, and thrust my hips up and up. “Harder, Tray.”
He shouted against my pussy, fucking his tongue in and out of me. Thrusting his fingers into me in a rough move, he shoved me over the edge.
I cried out, grabbed onto his hand, and fucked his fingers.
“Shit, baby. You’re so damn greedy.”
“Give it to me, Tray. Give me all of it.” I couldn’t get enough. The pleasure consumed me. I wanted more. No, I needed it. “Please.”
Tray’s hand sped up, his strong fingers powering into me until I suddenly broke. Stars danced in my vision. An explosion erupted through me. I had touched myself before but nothing was like this. My back bowed off the bed. An earth-shattering scream tore through me.
“Fuck me, that’s it, baby.” Tray moved up my body and covered my mouth with his, swallowing the rest of my screams. With his fingers deep inside me, he pushed and pushed until his name left my lips once again.
But I still needed more. Shoving him back, I jumped into his arms and crushed my mouth to his. The kiss was demanding, animalistic.
He snarled, fisted my hair, and tugged my head back, fucking his way into my mouth.
Reaching between us, I undid his belt and ripped open his jeans. Not giving him a chance to tell me no or that he was being too rough, I pulled out his swollen cock.
He shivered, deepening the kiss. His hips bucked up, fucking his dick into my hand.
Running my thumb over the tip, I coated him with his own pre-cum.
Tray cupped my ass, lifting me to my knees.
I broke the kiss, looking down between us and ran the head of his dick over my clit.
“Fuck, Zillah.” He groaned.
Rising to my knees, I lined him up with the entrance to my pussy and dropped down him inch by delicious inch.
“Shit.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head. “I can’t …”
“Please, Tray.” I kissed his jaw. “I need you. All of you. Every side.”
His eyes popped open then. “Zillah.”
“Please,” I whined.
He pushed me back on the bed, shoving his hips between my legs and thrusting harder inside of me.
“Tray.” I arched beneath him, running my hands beneath his shirt, and scratched my nails down his back. His muscles bunched beneath my touch, rippling over his bones. “Please.”
“Zillah,” he said, his voice filled with warning.
I whimpered. It was a constant battle but I would win. I needed to because I knew he needed it just the same. “Please.”
“Fuck.” Tray pulled out of me and flipped me onto my stomach before forcing me back on all fours. Wrapping his hand around my throat, he squeezed. “Your safe word is monster. If you say anything else, I’m going to fuck you until you pass out. And after that, I’m going to continue fucking you. You got me?”
I nodded.
“What the fuck did I say?” he demanded, his palm landing against my ass.
I shivered at the darkness in his voice. “Yes. I got you.”
“Good. You want every part of me. Every inch. You want him.” He gripped my hips, pulled all the way out, and slammed back into me. “My monster.”
I screamed, nodding quickly. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
“Well he’s ready to come out and play, Zillah. You think you can handle my monster?”
I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Try me.”
(Tray)
I tried keeping the rough side of me in check. I knew I had always liked the darker side of sex. As long as it was consensual, I was willing to try anything at least once.
I tried convincing myself that there wasn’t another part of me. Some call it a beast. Mine was a monster and he was tattooed on my back.
My body vibrated, my cock hard and swollen. Her pussy gripped me tight, sucking me inside her deeper and deeper. I couldn’t get enough. We had only messed around a handful of times but Zillah’s cunt was a delicacy. I could still taste her on my tongue. My senses were on overdrive as I powered into her with so much strength, it took everything in me not to come.
Gripping Zillah’s hips, I pulled her back against me, forcing my cock as deep as her body would allow.
She gasped, a sheen of sweat spreading on her naked body.
Pulling out of her, I thrust two fingers into her pussy. Once. Twice. Before running them over her tight little asshole.
She moaned.
“You want more?” I asked, my voice rough and guttural.
“Yes.” She looked at me over her shoulder. “Give me more.”
A wicked grin spread on my face. I spit into my hand, pumping my cock a couple of times. “Are you sure you want more?”
She nodded, chewing her bottom lip, her gaze landing on me stroking my cock.
Running my hand up her spine, I pushed her upper body onto the bed. “Remember what I told you.”
“Please, Tray,” she begged, shivering beneath me.
I spat on my hand again and continued pumping my cock. Lubing up the swollen shaft, I lined it at her asshole and rubbed the tip over the tight little puckered hole.
Her breathing picked up.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, my muscles straining beneath my skin.
“No. Please don’t.”
Pushing forward, I inched slowly inside of her tight body.
Moans sounded from her. She spread her legs, clenching the sheets beneath her.
“Fuck,” I breathed, the tight rim gripping me like a fist and I wasn’t even fully inside of her. The part I was trying to fuck, that I had been itching to dive into since the moment we had sex the first time, was snug like a damn glove.
“Tray,” she whined. “Please.”
“Shit, Zillah. You’re so damn tight.” I inched forward, breaking past the barrier of her tight body until her ass was pushed up against my pelvis. “So tight.”
“Oh, God. I … I can … I can feel you in my chest.”
“Damn, woman. You know how to stroke my ego.” I gripped her ass, spreading the cheeks and glanced down. My cock hardened even more at seeing me nice and deep inside her body. “I’ll make it so you crave this. You’ll beg me to fuck your ass.”
“I’m begging now.”
I chuckled, pulled out slowly, and thrust in a little harder.
She gasped. “Tray. Faster.”
“My little girl wants it rough? Do you want me to fuck your ass?”
“Yes, please.” She pushed to all fours. “Now.”
(Zillah)
I could feel him all through me. Every inch. Every fiber. Every damn cell.
Tray wrapped his arms around my chest, pulling me back against him. “Your ass is so fucking tight. I can feel your cum dripping down my balls. You like being fucked like an animal.”
His dirty words forced a moan from my lips. God this man and what he did to me. The way he made me feel. The way he made every inch of me come alive.
“Harder,” was all I said.
He chuckled, slamming his hips against my ass. “If you didn’t bleed all over me with that virgin blood, I never would have thought you weren’t experienced. You’re a damn slut for sex.”