by GM Scherbert
~Gun~
I am left fucking speechless as she turns and heads into the house. Slamming and locking the door behind her. I have lost count of the number of times that we have played out a similar situation. We are at each other’s throats like cats and fucking dogs. One-minute I am thinking about what her sweet cunt will taste like when she explodes on my tongue. The next I am thinking about the closest place that I could hide her fucking body.
FUCK! I am done playing this fucking game with her.
“You want to know who’s body that is, Princess?” Comes out loudly as I stab my finger out towards her. “That body doesn’t belong to the dumb fuck who made the mistake of touching it tonight. That body doesn’t belong to the man that marred it those months ago. That body doesn’t even belong to you anymore, Princess, that body right there.” Pointing again from her head to toe, “That is my fucking body. I have owned it and you since that night in the fucking Clubhouse bathroom, and I am done tip-toeing around the fucking subject.”
Pulling my shirt over my head, I close the distance between us in a few steps. Reaching for my buckle I am beaten to it by her hand reaching it first. Without a word she undoes the belt and is popping the button lose before I can stop her, not that I want to. Slowly pulling the sides of my jeans apart the zipper slips down revealing the bulge of my cock under my shorts. Licking her lips, I have her up against the wall in a moment.
Sinking to her knees I raise her arms up holding her wrists in one of mine. Freeing my cock with my other hand, I waste no time plunging it deeply into her waiting mouth. Keeping a good hold of her wrists, I waste no time fucking her mouth with abandon. Only slowing momentarily when my cock retreats from her mouth, before plunging back in. “That’s a good Princess, let me fuck that dirty mouth of yours. That mouth that doesn’t know what it is best used for.” After the first feel of her mouth on my cock, her tongue stroking me, I care little that I am fucking this woman’s face like nothing more than an uncaring savage. This is what she does to me, she makes me want to take everything from her and leave nothing but a blubbering mass of cum in my wake. I not stop myself from the onslaught until I feel my balls tighten up. Three pumps later, and I am coming down her throat with a force that I have never felt.
Releasing her wrists, I pull back and am shocked to see Sara’s face follow my hips. Slowly she kisses her way up my body until she reaches my mouth and waits. Long moments I keep her waiting, before devouring her mouth with my own. Fuck, this is what I have been longing for since the night at the Clubhouse. Pulling away from her, I nod towards the bed growling out, “on your back, naked, show me my body.”
Getting to her feet rapidly, she has her clothes off in mere seconds before moving herself to the bed. Laying on the bed, I know that the Jack she has drank tonight is helping with some of her bravado, and find myself not caring. Stalking towards the bed I see that she is spread wide, showing all of her to me. Smelling her arousal as I approach drives me on, jumping on the bed I find myself crawling up the bed towards her. Skimming a hand along her leg as I move up the bed, I am rewarded with a shiver and a moan. Stopping dead in my tracks I can’t stop myself from taking a taste of this gorgeous creature.
Leaning my head down, I run my tongue over her pussy and moan at the taste that engulfs me. I have never tasted something so sweet and know that I am done for at that moment. Diving in like a hungry man I continue to lick, nibble, and bite at her until her legs are quivering and she is begging me to cum. I decide against it and stop what I am doing.
“Mack, please,” comes out on a heavy breath as her eyes meet mine.
“No, not until you tell me what I want to hear, that this shit is done, these fucking games you are playing are done, that you are mine.”
“Mack, please just make me come. I need to come; I will tell you whatever you want as long as you fuck me.”
“No,” getting up and off of the bed, I turn to collect my clothing from the floor, knowing that I have to walk away until she is ready to do what I say.
“Where are you going, Dick? You can’t just do that to me and then walk out.”
Turning to look at her I see the anger and question in her eyes, but know that I must hold strong. She will keep up with these fucking games, and her hot and cold treatment of me, unless I own her: body and soul.
“I can, and I am, Princess. Until you are ready to give over to me, I will not make you cum.” Hearing a groan from her, I notice that her hands are already starting to caress their way down her body. Knowing that she will stop at nothing to egg me on, I turn away and take another step before speaking, “Do what you must, but know that all actions have consequences, Princess.”
Getting through the next month is a struggle. I have been fucking busy at the shop and the only time I have to myself is spent sitting outside of Sara’s house. She still hasn’t talked to me about that night in her room those weeks ago. I was just trying to do what she and I both need. Why can’t she fucking see that? It’s not like I have been fucking anybody either and it has really started to get to me. I have tried only once, and it was short-lived, when I couldn’t get it up for the club girl.
Having a late appointment at the shop Saturday, I send Country over to keep eyes on her after she leaves work and the prospects’ care. Finishing up the ink that I had scheduled around ten I start cleaning up. Hearing my phone ring I put down the gun I am cleaning and grab my phone knowing that something is up.
“Yeah.”
“Gun, it’s Country. She’s on the prowl again.”
“What the fuck are you talking about Country?”
“She has had some fucking dance music blaring through the house for the last hour and a half, just like last time. I think she is up there getting ready to go out.”
“She does not fucking leave that house, do you hear me Country?”
“Yup, but you better hurry up I don’t know how long I can keep her here.”
Dropping everything, I lock up the shop and head out to my bike. Knowing that she and I need to get this shit straightened out. Pulling into the drive I am off the bike as soon as the engine cuts off. Seeing Country on the porch, I yell at him to leave us alone for the night, and he smirks as he walks away.
Fuck him.
Pulling her house keys out of my pocket I unlock the door and get ready for a fight. Heading up the stairs I take them two at a time, reaching her quickly. Before I charge into the room, I take long minutes watching the woman who is in front of me. She is getting ready for the night and doesn’t notice me with the music blaring, but I can’t take my eyes off of her. The tattoo she has peeking out on her shoulder from underneath that skimpy fucking tank top calls to me. Then I am brought to a pause when I notice one of the scars from that night those long months ago on her arm. Calming myself I am brought right back to the moment when I see the seam of her stockings showing as she bends over just so.
I need to have her as mine and right now. Cutting the distance between us, I grab her up losing no time devouring her mouth. As my hands find her plump ass, I pick her up and make it only a few steps towards the bed, but my need to feel her skin wins out and I lay her out on the floor. Sliding my fingers under her skimpy fucking top, I am nearly at her bra when my fingers skim across one of her scars, and I slow my onslaught. Knowing that the air has changed, Sara pushes me off of her and gets to her feet.
Falling to the side, I am on my feet almost in time with Sara. Raising my hand to my head I run my fingers through my hair before I notice that she has started to walk away. “Sara, stop.”
“NO! I am not doing this again, Gun. Every time you start something with me you never finish it, so NO! I am going to go out tonight and find someone to take care of me. Don’t think about following me and you sure as fuck better not be here when I come home.”
Walking down the stairs, she is out the front door before I get to her.
I fucked up again and hesitated when I should have just claimed her as mine.
FUCK!
Chapter 15
~Sara~
Parking around the block I wait for him to leave before returning home. It’s late, but I notice that Irene’s light is on and I head over to talk with the woman that has taken over as my mother. Knocking on the door, it is opened quickly by Irene, and I notice that she is not looking as vital as she once did.
Staying there for only a short time, I head home before midnight and am greeted with Preach sitting on the porch. He hangs up the phone as I come up the stairs and I look at him with wide eyes.
“Sugar, you gotta stop doing this shit. You know that boy cares about you.”
“If he cares so fucking much, why does he always pull away Preach? Why won’t he just fucking stake his claim like he keeps talking about?”
“Who the fuck knows, Sugar. Probably because he has been fighting this shit just as long as you have. You know how he was; girl, you know that he was not the type to settle down. Fuck, out of all of us- he and Doc would be the two that I thought that would never settle down. But, look at this shit going on right now, one is out there beating himself up because his girl left to protect him, and the other one doesn’t know how to treat and claim the woman he can’t stop thinking about.” Taking a swig outta his beer he can’t stop from adding, “Me, on the other hand, I can’t wait to find myself a good woman and be able to fuck her into oblivion every night, and maybe if I’m lucky, get to watch her make out with another chick or two.”
Laughing at his words, I slap him on the shoulder and pull up one of the porch chairs. Taking a breath, I think about what he has just said.
“I see that he cares for me, I am not that stupid. It’s just that almost every time that we are close, he fucking stops. The one night we did, it was like something took him over and he couldn’t help himself from having me. Every other time it’s like when it gets down to the nasty he is not sure how to handle me, it wasn’t that way with him before.”
“Before you were beaten to a fucking bloody pulp? He watched you in that hospital the whole time. Sat by your bedside while you were out making sure that you were comfortable in any way he could. He fucking helped the nurses change your clothing for fucks sake. And you expect him to be comfortable taking charge with you like that, roughing you up, Sugar? Gun might like to fuck rough, but it will take him time to be able to take you in hand constantly, as you want. He sees the scars and thinks of that man that beat you- there is nothing that he can do to stop that other than give it time. You are not helping either, Sara. “
“Me? I haven’t done anything Preach. All I do is go to work and come home, I don’t fucking encourage him. What has he fucking said about it to you?”
“Oh, Sugar you have been playing the fucking game just as much as him. I know that you have issues with him being in the MC and that you think he is similar to your father, but he is not and the sooner you understand that, the better.”
“Alright Preach, I’ll give it some thought. Thanks for talking with me.”
“No worries, Sugar, go in and get some sleep, I’ll be here for the night, and one of the prospects will be here in the morning to get you to work safely. Make sure you think about what I said and please God, just give the boy a fucking break already.”
Shaking my head, I move to the door, opening it, I head up to my bed. Undressing I think about the man that has left me once again confused and thinking about the future.
The next week passes much the same as they have been. I see less of Gun, but know he is outside watching. I want him to talk to me and know that going out has worked to get his attention the last few times so I make plans yet again to head out on Saturday.
Readying myself somewhat quicker than I had the last few times, I throw on a tank top and a pair of shorts. I am met at the door by Country as I am leaving.
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“Again, I have to make this fucking call. Come on Sara, you know how this is going to end, so why don’t you just stay in.”
“Fuck you Country, I can do whatever I want, no matter what Gun fucking says.”
Pushing past him I make a rash decision to head not to the bar but instead for the tattoo shop. Throwing my helmet on I swing my leg over my bike and start her up. Moving swiftly through town I know that Country is following close behind. Pulling up on the street in front of the shop I am greeted quickly by Gun as I take my helmet off.
“Are you okay?” he says looking me over. Seeing the lust in my eyes, he asks, “What the fuck are you doing here, Princess?”
“We need to talk, Gun,” I say slowly running my eyes over his body. He is in his customary Devil’s Iron tee, a pair of tight fitting jeans, with his hair pulled back into a pony-tail at the nape of his neck.
“Not now we don’t. Go home and wait, I will be there when I get done with this piece. I will not talk about this,” pointing between us, “when you are in fucking heat, though! So you make the choice, we will either talk when I get there, or I will take that needy look out of your eyes for you.”
“What are you fucking saying, Dick?” Looking into the shop I see a red haired woman laid out on what I guess is his tattoo chair. Is that the same woman from the Clubhouse that night? The smile plastered on her face is all I see as her head shoots up from the chair while I am staring. Lifting her hand in a little wave, the smirk on her face only grows. Feeling foolish at coming here, I only then notice that she is topless and I am fucking done with this.
Did I honestly think that he would be any different from my dad?
Turning I run back over to my bike and get on, not stopping when I hear Gun screaming, “Sara, what the fuck. Get back over here.”
Seeing Irene on her porch, I head over to her house instead of going to mine. “Irene, what are you doing still sitting on the porch. Shit, you’re drinking on the porch, aren’t you?”
“Sweetie, thanks for your concern at my still being up, and that I am drinking. I have been alive for a long time and if I would like to sit on my porch at midnight on a Saturday and have a beer or two, I will. Come on grab a chair, it seems that we need to talk. Looks like you could use a drink with the way that you stormed off earlier. I guess you might need something stronger than beer.”
Walking in to the kitchen together, Irene grabs the Jack out of the cupboard, and I grab a glass, ice, and soda. This is not the first time that we have had drinks while talking about my life, and I am hopeful that it will not be the last.
“What happened tonight, Sweetie?”
“I was getting ready to go out, and then Country tried to stop me as I left, which really pissed me off. I went over to the tattoo shop to confront Mack about it, and when I showed up, he had a half-naked girl in his shop and told me that I should just go home, that he would talk to me after I calmed down and wasn’t acting like a dog in heat anymore.”
“You two have been playing around this for so long, Sweetie that maybe you both need to face facts.”
“Playing around what, Irene? What facts need to be faced, Irene? That I can’t stand that man? He is a tattoo artist for fuck’s sake. Does he even have a home? He is always just here or at that fucking Clubhouse. Sure, I am attracted to him, but who wouldn’t be? Those tattoos covering his body, the way his pants hang low on his hips, that v by his abs that you can only see when he is walking around without a shirt on.” Taking a big swig of my drink, I find the need to cool myself off. FUCK! “Mack is an MC member for fuck’s sake, I can’t see myself being with someone like that. Someone that would leave for weeks at a time, someone that could leave me home and just fuck some random club girls. Someone that always puts his needs and the needs of his brothers above all else. Always too busy with work or on runs to deal with me. He is just like my dad.”
“Shut up and listen here, little girl. That man, fuck, all those men, that have been coming around here, are nothing like your father. I would have never seen in your father’s eyes what I have seen in not only Doc’s but in recent wee
ks Gun’s as well. I understand why Ember felt that she had to leave and even why you will most likely end up leaving as well, but don’t for one-minute compare that man or any of these men to your father. He is nothing like your dad and you fucking know it.” Taking a drink, she points out the door towards the motorcycle that has just pulled in front of her house, “Mack cares for you Sweetie and he is nothing like your dad, you are just too stubborn to see it.”
Shaking her head as she looks out the front door, I turn to see Mack pulling open the door nodding at Irene and looking towards me. “You have five minutes to be at your house, Princess. Or I will come back here and drag you home.” Nodding towards Irene, he adds “Good Night Irene” as he walks away.
Looking at me the look on her face tells me everything that I need to know, but she says it anyway, “Put on your big girl panties and go deal with your man.”
Making the short trip next door I am not sure what will happen tonight, but know that it has been a long time coming. Getting through the front door I look around the lower level of the house, but do not find him. Thinking that it will be a cold day in hell when I have this talk with him in my bedroom I storm up the stairs and into my room.
Stopping in my tracks as soon as I entered my room, I see Gun standing there in nothing but a towel with beads of water still on his chest. The tattoos that cover the majority of his arms and chest are dark and menacing, causing any sane person to run. Licking my lips, I can’t help but moan at the image and the thoughts of what I would like to do to him or more so of what I would like him to do to me.
“Princess, do you like what you see? You must, because I swear I can smell you.” Closing the distance between us he grabs my chin and raises my head to his. “With that look in your eyes, I don’t think talking will do us any good at this point.”
Running his hand down my neck, along my breast, down to the button on my shorts, I am lost as soon as I feel his fingers on my skin.
Slipping them inside my shorts he makes quick work of finding my pussy and filling it with two fingers. Finding me soaking wet, he groans in satisfaction and pulls them from me and fills my mouth with them.