His Young Queen: (Steel Jackals MC #1)

by Tiff P. Raine

  Home? Her home? “Where are we—?”

  “Shh.” He cut her off and leaned over to turn on the stereo.

  “Josh. I haven’t seen you in three days,” she said over a Linkin Park favorite. “I’d like to talk to you.”

  “We did enough of that the other night. We’ll talk after.” He turned the music up.

  “After what?” She had to shout to be heard.

  He spun the dial until silence filled the truck. “After I pop that sweet little cherry that has my name written all the fuck over it.” Back up the music went.

  ~ Chapter Ten ~

  Excitement swelled inside Tish, but was tempered by wariness. He was saying they were going to have sex. Now. Without talking first? Without clearing any of this up?

  She pictured Josh naked, straining above her, their eyes locked as he thrust inside her.

  Yes. What an excellent idea. They could talk later. She tried to keep her breathing even as she stared straight ahead, watching the truck’s black hood light up as they passed under street light after street light.

  His old lady. He’d referred to her as his old lady. She clasped her hands together in her lap, her nerve endings buzzing as she started to trust in this. She was his. He’d done this in the way that made sense to him. With respect and humility, he’d gone to her eldest family member and asked permission to claim her as his own. He was a biker in a notorious MC, and he was gallant. Her fingers came up to tent over her mouth as a wave of goosebumps rippled down her arms and legs. She blinked away the moisture that filled her eyes and brought her hands back down before he could see her fighting not to cry. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Not now. Not ever.

  Her knee started bobbing. She did want to launch herself into his arms. She wanted to kiss him all over and tell him how much she loved him. She wanted to give herself over to him in the exact way he’d described a few days ago. Squirming in her seat, she couldn’t help but wonder how big this fucking town was. Shouldn’t they be closer to her house by now?

  They stopped at the last set of lights before the turnoff to her neighborhood, and when the music went down, she couldn’t deny herself the pleasure of peeking over. He was looking at her, his features shadowed, mysterious, so sexy.

  “Get over here.”

  The low command had the air pushing from her lungs, and seeing as it was two in the morning and the streets were deserted, she didn’t think twice about hitting the button to release her belt before diving across the console. She devoured his mouth as he dragged her on top of him by her hips.

  “Straddle me,” he mumbled around her swirling tongue.

  She did, and he ate the whimper that came from her when she felt that substantial bulge hit her just right. She broke the kiss and tried to keep her head from falling back.

  “Seal that little pussy to my cock,” he instructed as he pulled her forward so her face went into his neck—no doubt so he could see the road. She barely noticed when he hit the gas, and they were moving again.

  Not wasting the opportunity to taste him, Tish cradled his head and licked at the thick cord coming up from his shoulder as she began doing exactly what she’d wanted to do for days now. She pressed her whole body into his and ground her needy core into the slab of iron laying across his hips.

  “I can feel how hot your cunt is through our goddamn clothes, Tish. Christ, I can’t wait to get inside you. I’m gonna live there for days.”

  “You’re not going to leave me the way you did last time, are you?”

  “Fuck, no. All the bases are covered, and it’s our turn now.”

  “Okay. I haven’t missed school or work in three years.” She nibbled on his earlobe and sucked it into her mouth before pulling back, so it smacked quietly on its way out. “But I’ll be unavailable for the next few days. We can celebrate this, can’t we? It could be considered an occasion?” She hugged him. “It is to me, and I’m very excited.”

  He paused at a stop sign and brought her out with a grip on the back of her shirt. “I’m talking about fucking you raw, and you’re telling me you’re excited to take a few days and spend them together. Do you see the massive difference there?”

  She smiled and shrugged. “What I see is a guy’s brain, and a girl’s. I’ll always think with my head. You’ll always think with what’s in your pants. We complement each other.” He gave her a low moan when she put her hand between them and squeezed his shaft. “You have a beautiful cock, and I can’t wait to have it. There’s a compliment for you while I’m at it.”

  “You’re too adorable for your own goddamn good. You’re gonna walk all the fuck over me.” He let her go and got the truck moving again.

  Her mouth went crooked. “I’m using the word ‘cock’ instead of ‘stuff,' I’m even grabbing yours, and I’m adorable? Guess I have to work at being sexy.”

  “You don’t have to work at shit. It comes naturally, and that’s what make you so irresistible.”

  She pulled her hand back and rubbed her pussy on him again. “Thank you.”

  “Thank you.” He spread his hand out across her lower back and held her so he could pump hard between her legs.

  “Shit, Josh.” He did it again, sending a bolt of lightning striking out from her clit. She moved faster, the friction so incredible. Because she’d worn a skirt today, and it was already up past her thighs, all that was between them was his jeans and the thin material of her damp panties. “I could come like this. It’ll be so much better than it was the other night.”

  The truck slowed as they turned a corner. “I think you better tell me what you mean by that.”

  She held on and shifted to try getting closer. “I used my wand to get off after you left me on Friday. I came four times, remembering everything you did to me. I was exhausted by the time I finished, but felt like shit because you weren’t there to share in the fun that wasn’t in any way fun because you weren’t there.” She’d tightened her grip on his hair and punctuated her words by bumping his head back into the seat. She was gentle, but still got her point across.

  “Next time you work that pussy, I’m going to be front and center. If I’m not, you don’t do it. Understand?”

  Yes, Master. “Okay.”

  “See? Clear communication, you go along with what I want, we’re all happy.”

  She giggled, and then a thought struck her. “What if you get excited again and want to give it to me hard. Will you run away because you think you’ll hurt me?”

  He groaned. “I am going to give it to you hard, but that won’t be until I’ve gone as easy on you as I can. If I do hurt you, punch me in the fuckin’ head, twist my balls, but don’t make me stop fucking you.”

  The truck bumped, jostling them then came to a sudden stop. He threw it into gear, grabbed the neckline of her tee, and ripped it down the front. Next, her bra was snapped, and then her breasts were in his hands, one of her nipples in his mouth. He killed the engine and quiet descended, only the wet sounds of his sucking playing around them.

  The savagery of his actions would have shocked some women. Not her. This was Josh. This aggressive, fiercely dominant man who took what he wanted with a passion that consumed. It was one of the many things that made him so attractive; his ability to take over and bring everything around him under his control, including her. This power over others was also what made him such an integral part of his family. When it came to the MC, he was loyal and steadfast, a protector to his very soul. He ruled every situation he and his brothers went into and made sure they all rode home together afterward. Sure, he had the ability to lead, but for some reason he left that to Nick and Chase, and instead chose to keep order and watch over those he considered his responsibility.

  And this amazing man was hers, she thought with wonder as another of her dreams became her reality.

  “Tish-Tosh?” He pinched both her nipples just in case saying her name wasn’t enough.

  She moaned. “Yes?”

  “This is my fuckin’
body now to do with as I please, and I’m going to make you howl,” he promised as he pushed her boobs together and rubbed his face all over them. “Tell me again that you’re mine.” He latched on and gave her left nipple a good tug with his teeth, causing her fingers to contract in his hair.

  “I’m yours. All of me. Swear to God.”

  “Like to pull hair, do you?” Her hair was gathered and wrapped around his fist. He wrenched her head back and licked his way from her breast to her clavicle where he nipped and nibbled before apologizing with long passes of his tongue. “I like to pull hair, too. When we have more room, I’ll show you my favorite grip. You’ll be amazed how one good yank will drive my cock right through you.”

  “Yes! Right now. We’ll do it here.” Her neck was straining, her back bowed. “I don’t want to wait. Give it to me.”

  He released her with a low chuckle. “Not here. Let’s get in the house.”

  “No.” She shoved at the sides of his cut, and then went down and yanked his shirt up so she could get at his skin. She cupped and tried to get a grip on his pecs as she went at his mouth, but they were too firm and her fingers kept slipping off. Her throat thickened with frustration as she gave his tongue an especially hard suck before demanding more from him. “I want your hands on me!”

  He got with the program and suddenly there was nothing soft left in him. He was untamed and rough as he took over, his touch everywhere at once, over and under what was left of her clothes. Her skirt was shoved up around her waist, and she heard a tear as her underwear was ripped away.

  “That’s it,” she whispered, exhilarated by his actions. “Touch me. Put your fingers in my pussy.” As she egged him on, she leaned back, careful not to hit the horn, and brought her feet up to the outsides of his hips. Her cowboy boots gripped the leather seat just right, and even though it was a super cab, it was tight but she spread as wide as the space between the door and console would allow.

  Josh’s focus went straight between her legs, and Tish watched as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his cheek from his temple to drip off to singe her inner thigh. His hips were twitching as if he was already fucking her in his head. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Sorry for that.”

  “Don’t be.” She thrust her pussy at him. “Do it.”

  Only his eyes came up. “I wasn’t talkin’ to you. I was apologizing to the little cunt I’m about to destroy.”

  Her mouth formed a silent O. She was going to come. “Do your worst and we’ll take whatever you give use. Now please make it so I stop aching.” She brought her hand between her legs and spread her lips open. “Hurry! Before I do it myself!”

  With a deep growl that was alarmingly feral, he slammed his seat all the way back. He flipped her over, so that her ass was where his shoulders had been and her upper body was in the rear compartment, and then he pounced, landing with his face mashed between her legs. For the next few minutes, Tish couldn’t keep up with all he did to her. He ravaged her, his goatee scratching at her inner thighs as his tongue impaled her, moving in and out, mimicking sex, in the same way his fingers did when they soon joined the action. Those two digits that supplied a fullness she mewled her appreciation for were pumped so high into her she could have sworn she felt her hymen tear.

  When Josh concentrated his attention on the bundle of screaming nerves at the top of her slit, her control snapped. Heat spilled from her core as she went hurtling into a place that held nothing but a hectic pleasure that stole her ability to think. She blindly tried to grab him, needing an anchor, but he wouldn’t allow any purchase, so it was on her own that she experienced the powerful climax. No matter how much she tried to control it, she couldn’t.

  As the walls of her pussy clamped and released on his fingers, and her limbs stiffened with a bone-wracking pleasure, Josh continued to slather attention elsewhere. Her swollen nipples were plucked at and rolled, her belly nibbled on, the base of her throat sucked on until she knew a mark must have formed. With one hand gripping the seat so she wouldn’t float away, Tish tried again to reach for him with the other, wanting more than anything to participate, but once again he grabbed her wrist and slammed her arm back above her head.

  “Don’t touch. Not yet. If you do, it’s game over. This is me being greedy and you’re going to allow it.” He was tearing his pants open, his breathing labored, his dirty blond hair falling over his damp forehead. “I need in your cunt now. Need it so bad you couldn’t possibly understand. I’m gonna fuck it so good and so long you’ll have to beg me to stop.”

  And then his blunt cockhead was nestled at her entrance. She wailed a sound of relief as she maneuvered her legs around the steering wheel and clamped his hips between her knees, her heels nudging his ass.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said approvingly, as he reached down and grabbed himself by the base to slap her clit with the head that was now wet with her juices. He dragged it through her flooded valley. “You’re soaked. So fuckin’ hot how ready you are for me.”

  “In. Now. You don’t have to be gentle. In fact, please don’t be.” She was gasping for air, shaking with the need to feel him strike solid through her body.

  Perspiration dripped off the end of his nose to join the trail already running between her breasts. He began to enter her in short, teasing increments that made her see red.

  “Oh, my God, Josh! Come on!”

  “I don’t want to hurt you!” he barked.

  She grabbed his beautiful face and made him look into her eyes. “You won’t. Now get inside my cunt and fuck me the way you want to fuck me.”

  “It’s my cunt,” was all he said before he gripped her shoulders and drove himself so deep inside her that Tish was sure she felt his balls try to gain entry as well. She screamed through the invasion, more from the shocked pleasure she felt at finally getting what she wanted than any pain she felt. Aside from a burning sting that felt like cramps bad enough to make her eyes water, it was the fullness of his shaft that registered most, and the goddamn stretch her body was forced to achieve to accommodate his immense girth.

  Proving once again that he was capable of controlling himself, up to a point, he didn’t start moving right away but allowed her time to adjust after his violent entrance. “Sorry,” he whispered. “Sorry, baby.” He was shaking, and her lips curved when he began whispering swear words so crude and naughty they made her hair curl.

  She looked at him hovering above her, his shoulders so wide she couldn’t see beyond them. Tears welled in her eyes. Connected as lovers, he was burrowed tight and protected, right where he belonged, and he was now in possession of the innocence that had always belonged solely to him. The moisture spilled over to seep into the hair at her temples, her love for him filling her to bursting.

  Kind of like his cock was doing.

  She reached under to feel the fine skin at her entrance that was stretched thin and stinging. Her pussy walls pulsed, kneading his shaft. “Have I told you yet that you have the thickest cock I’ve ever seen? Don’t you ever apologize for that.”

  He shook his head once; his eyes squeezed shut. “Wasn’t. And mine is the only one you’ve ever seen.”

  She pressed her palms down on his ribs and slid them over his hips to his firm ass. “True. You can move now, baby.”

  “Hold on.” He was holding his jaw so tight she was surprised it didn’t shatter.

  Liking that he was on edge, she found herself teasing him. “Does my pussy feel good? Am I tight enough for you? Is it hot and wet in there?” After all, he had told her he wanted her to talk like a whore once he was inside her. Though whores no doubt talked dirtier than that.

  “Shut up, Tish,” he whispered.

  Simply following those earlier instructions, she didn’t shut up. “Why don’t you start moving and fuck my soaked pussy with your thick cock until your come is running down my legs. After, I promise to kneel before you and clean you up with my tongue before we begin again. But that’s only if yo
u’ll do the same for me. Will you suck my skin clean after you’ve dirtied me, Josh?”

  His eyes popped open, his shiner looking so much darker in the shadows. But it wasn’t appreciation for her dirty mouth or a crazed lust she saw in their depths, it was remorse.

  “I fucked this up. I should have you in a fancy room splashing around in a goddamn bubble bath with candles and shit all around us. I should be lying underneath you, slowly lowering you onto my cock while talking you through your first time, so it doesn’t hurt so much.” He grimaced and pulled his hips back slowly, then pushed them forward with a quiet drawn out curse. Tish’s eyes rolled back in her head at that first drag of his firm flesh through her snug passage. She barely heard him when he continued. “Instead I slammed inside you in the front seat of my truck like a horny kid who doesn’t know fuck all about control.” He began rocking forward and back in a smooth, steady rhythm that her hips instinctively followed. “I’ll make this up to you. I swear I’ll give you something nice and easy. Just let me work through this goddamn desperate need to claim you first. Okay?”

  She nodded absently and hooked her feet on the wheel to use as leverage so she could better meet his thrusts. “Okay. Whatever you want. You can do me harder. It’s good. I’m good. Promise.” She felt no pain. How could she when all she was getting was wave after wave of the most amazing sensations rippling out from her core?

  “Sure?”

  “I’m so fucking sure.”

  He drove into her harder, causing her to arch her back in sheer bliss. “Did you hear anything I said?” he asked.

  “Not really. Oh, fuuuck. I’m going to come again, Josh. You’re making me come. Oh, yes! Yes!”

  He fucked her faster, and with the help of her fingers working her clit, Tish came. She wantonly grabbed her breast and squeezed her nipple, vaguely wondering at the power behind the climax. Her orgasms when she masturbated were nothing like these. They weren’t as intense, and nowhere near as long lasting. She was dripping with sweat by the time she came down.