by GM Scherbert
“Taste yourself, Princess. Clean my fingers off for me. Then get ready, because I am fucking done with this shit between us. It is time for us to work our shit out and if me fucking you and taking you as mine is the only way to do that, then so fucking be it.”
Pulling his fingers from my mouth with a pop, I find myself in a daze as he claims my mouth with his. After stripping my shorts and panties off of me in one quick motion, he grabs me up ending up with us on the bed. At that moment I feel his hardening cock on my thigh. Trying to pull away from his mouth to get my lips wrapped around his cock, I am quick to find myself at a loss for any movement.
“Have you made yourself come since last week, Princess?” is growled at me as my wrists are wrapped up in one of his hands, and the fingers on his other find their way inside of me, again.
“Yes, many times,” I say with a sly smile crossing my lips.
“Always such a fucking sassy cunt you are.” Is the last thing I hear as he yanks his fingers out of me and plunges his cock in. Being given no time to adjust I find myself losing my breath as he starts his onslaught.
Setting a punishing pace I find myself quickly brought to the edge of an orgasm. As my legs start to shake, Mack pulls his cock from me and quickly climbs my body, shoving it in my mouth. Fucking my face as I lay on the bed, within seconds I am so turned on that I come. Gagging on his cock, I lose breath and find myself floating away.
When I come to again, it is only to a panicked face looking at me.
“What the fuck was that Sara? Are you okay?”
Shaking my head to clear it, I am not sure what he is talking about or what the fuck that was. “What are you talking about? I’m fine- have you never made a woman come before?” Trying to get up a heavy hand pushes me back down.
“Knock it off, Sara. You fucking blacked out, I was worried something was wrong, that maybe I hurt you?”
“Come on Gun, are you fucking kidding me. I just came, I thought with all your fucking bravado, you would know what is like to be with a woman when she comes.”
“Sara shut it. Something happened, and I need you to get up, we’re going to the hospital.”
“Nope, we sure as fuck are not. Nothing happened, and I am not leaving this fucking house. Now that you mention it, though, you can fucking leave.” Turning I move away from the bed making my way to the bathroom and add, “you know where the door is right?”
“Are you fucking kidding me, Princess?” Looking at me he sees nothing but indifference on my face. Pulling on his pants, shirt, and cut, he grabs at his socks and boots before throwing over his shoulder, “this is not fucking over. I told you that once I had you again you were mine.”
FUCK! What did I just do?
Taking the next day to think I come to the realization that I want him, no need him, to be mine. Knowing that Mondays are usually the nights that one of the prospects watches me, most likely because the patches have Church, I plan to go to the Clubhouse to talk with Gun.
Chapter 16
~Gun~
What the fuck just happened in there? I needed inside of her so fucking bad when I saw those brown eyes lust filled and eating me up, I couldn’t help myself. I know that we should have talked and that the road in front of me will not be easy- but I couldn’t stop myself from sinking inside of her. When I felt her legs start to shake, I thought I would punish her for making herself come when I told her not too, but she came while I was buried down her throat. I have never been with a woman that has come from being face fucked. Then when she passed out I almost fucking lost it.
Then she has the nerve to fucking dismiss me like what just happened was nothing. Fuck her.
Leaving the city and her house can’t happen fast enough. Seeing that it is going on 4 am I am not met by much traffic heading home. Home- ha that is an empty fucking thought. I have been so busy with the shop, Sara, and the brothers that I have not been home for longer than a few minutes in months. Pulling into the alley, I park the bike and head to the back door.
Knowing that nothing will solve this fucking feeling I have, I dive into a bottle of Jack and drown my issues, for the time being.
Waking the next day, I know that there will be Church called for tomorrow evening. Texting Country I let him take her for the day. Even though I should get some shit together, and cleaned up around here. I just dive back into the bottle and find myself passed out by dinner time.
Dragging my ass into the Clubhouse the next day, hungover as fuck, Church is over with little new information. Waste of my fucking time, I head out to the bar, continuing to drown my sorrows in a bottle when Red approaches, sitting next to me.
“Hey Gun, where have you been? Me and Hannah have missed you.” Running her hand up my thigh it comes to rest on my still limp dick. “Do you want to come and play with us tonight?”
As soon as Red starts massaging my cock, I feel Hannah come up on my other side and run her hand up my other thigh. Kissing each other while massaging me, I can’t believe that I am not hard and thinking only of her.
I know that she is just fucking scared and that her father must have fucked up her view of men. What the fuck do I even know about taking an old lady? All I know is that I fucking have to have her, claim her and make her mine.
Ripping their hands away from my limp cock I turn my head meeting the brown eyes that won’t leave my thoughts. Seeing the surprise in them, I glance down at the hands reaching again for my cock and plan to make it known that she is the only one I want.
“Get the fuck off of me. I don’t fucking want you. I have tried to be nice about it and am done.” Pointing towards Sara I speak the next words without thinking, “that woman right there is mine. If you want something from me, go talk to her, but let me tell you, she doesn’t fucking play nice.” Making sure that Sara, as well as everyone else present, can hear me, “And I don’t either when I have claimed something as mine.”
Catching her before she gets to her fucking bike, takes all the energy that I have left after two days of constant drinking.
“Leave me the fuck alone, Dick. I see that you are busy and will just leave.”
“Don’t fucking throw that shit in my face when it was you that sent me away, Princess. You heard me in there, I claimed you in front of everyone. Even though you might not like the lifestyle you know what that means. You knew what I would do when I sunk into you two nights ago and you still let me. You can fight me all you like, but you are mine, and what I want I take.”
Tugging at her wrists, I find little resistance as I guide her through the Clubhouse and back towards my room. Locking the door behind us, I strip her out of her clothing and move her towards the bed. Attaching her wrists to the headboard by the belt I have just freed from my jeans. The lust in my voice speaks volumes. “Sara, this is not your fucking show to run. Don’t think I don’t know that instead of just talking to me you decided to try and force my hand by coming to the shop that night. You need to learn to talk this shit out and stop using your body to get what you think you deserve. I am not sure what your father did to you or what you saw at that fucking Clubhouse when you were younger, but I can tell you how this is going to be.”
Feeling her try to pull away at the mention of her father I grab her chin up until our eyes meet. “This right here is for both of us. You are mine, and I will not have the fucking games we have been playing continue. No more fucking hiding, no more fucking running, and no more holding back.” Releasing her chin, I run my hand over her hair and down her check, “all of these fucking behaviors will stop. You need to be fucked you fucking bring that shit to me, and if you try to hide from me or send me away again, you will not like the consequences.”
“First we will talk, change into something comfortable and meet me by the bar.” Turning away from her, I drop the towel and reach down to open the bottom drawer. Taking out a pair of sweats I slide them up over my hips. Glancing towards her, seeing the lust and heat in her eyes I have to hold back from taking her. Knowing sh
e doesn’t have anything else to change into, I throw a t-shirt and sweats onto the bed. She grabs them off of the bed and slips off the tank top and bra she has on. Looking over her shoulder she catches me staring and my eyes are glued to her body. She puts more of a show on than I am sure she needs by swinging her hips around as she is taking her skirt and panties off. I groan from across the room as she shows me a little more ass then need be, when she hikes her shirt up.
Trying to move past me, I grab Sara and bring her close to my chest. “Are you teasing me, Sara? What did I tell you about this? We need to talk, and I will not be tempted into giving you what you want, without getting what I want first.” Needing to make my point, I take my cock out, stroking it while I growl, “this is the only cock that you will need, as long as you are mine. I’m gonna fuck what is mine so hard that you will be left with no question as to who you belong to. But first, we talk,” cracking me on the ass as he passes he says, “now get a move on,” as I let out a moan and stumble out of the door.
FUCK!
Moving out to the main room, I wait patiently for her to emerge. When she does, I lead her outside to my bike and drive her to my house. Pulling her inside I move us to the kitchen table. Lifting her up, I set her on the table, and step back. Knowing that I must begin as I mean to go.
“Princess, you are mine from now on. No more of these little fucking games, and no more denying ourselves what we want, no, what we need from each other.” Reaching over to her I move my hand around her neck and grab tightly at the nape, “this thing that is between us to too strong to fight, and you need to accept the fact that we are happening.” Pulling her in for a kiss, the heat from it only drives me on.
When she finally stops the struggle and gives into the kiss, I can feel myself getting harder. Knowing that I need to claim her, to mark her, to make her mine, I pull her down from the kitchen table and go to my knees needed to taste my woman.
Tugging down the sweats off of her legs, I run my fingers back up her smooth legs. Watching her squirm until I stop my fingers inches from her juicy cunt, which forces her to let out a small groan. Smiling at myself I slowly move my fingers to her pussy and start to slowly trace them through her folds. As my fingers work faster her moans get louder, only pushing me on.
The first time that she comes on my tongue I damn near shoot my load with the delicious taste of her. When I can’t hold myself back any longer after she explodes yet again in my mouth, I stand.
Dropping to her knees, I see her brown eyes look up to me as I feel her fingers in the waistband of my sweats. “Mack,” comes out as a plea as she drags the sweats down my legs. Taking the head of my cock into her mouth she starts slowly. Needing to feel more, I tangle my fingers into her hair before slamming her mouth onto me.
“Fuck, yes Sara. Take my cock all the way. Swallow it down until I am coming down that pretty little mouth of yours.”
Needing no more encouragement, she does just that. Letting me pull and push her head over my cock until I am spilling myself inside of her gorgeous mouth.
Gabbing for her, I slip my hands under her armpits and hoist her up. Picking her up, I carry her up to my bedroom and worship her body for hours. Only waking as the sun shines bright through the window. Sitting up I look beside me and see her with my marks on her body and it is like the first time.
Only this time I see her as my woman.
For the next six months, we spend little time doing anything else. I have no problem finding myself getting lost in her body, frequently. Each time dirtier than the last, if that is even possible. When we are lost in each other there are no limits, no boundaries, nothing that we could not share between us.
After the first two months, Sara switches to working second shift at the hospital so that we can have more time together. Time that is spent lost in each other. At her house, at my house, wherever we can get our hands on each other.
We stay away from the Clubhouse, knowing that is not the place for old ladies. Although I have not brought claiming her to the brothers yet, I know that I will soon. Even having drawn up the designs for our matching tattoos. I have an appointment with a guy in Zion next week to get mine done. For fuck’s sake, I do as many of my own as possible knowing that there are few people who I would trust to give me ink. This guy, Nick, is young as fuck, but he is good and has done some of the pieces on my back in the last year or so. He is a military guy and has only been back from serving overseas two years. That’s how I found him, through a veteran’s organization that we are both part of.
I have given Sara numerous tattoos over the past six months as well. The girly shit that she has had me put onto her flesh is not something that I am used to doing, but tattooing my woman is one of the sexiest things I have ever done.
After the first one, we learned just how dirty it would always be for us.
A month into this new relationship, I had her moaning beneath me as I put a butterfly onto her back. She must like the pain or something because I have never had a woman make those noises while I have tattooed them. In bed, yes, but not in my chair. After I finished the final color of the butterfly, I was so fucking hard I took her right there in my fucking shop. Lifting her little skirt up and plunging into her as she laid in my chair. While the other artists were still in the shop, I just couldn’t stop myself. Each and every tattoo since that we made sure that we were alone in the shop. Neither one of us understood, but are sure that might be why we have put so much on her back in such a short time. Her back is now almost completely covered, except the spot in the middle between her shoulder blades, where I will put my name, my brand, my ink on her.
Sara will not tell me anything about where Ember is, or what she is doing. That has been another point of contention between us. We have argued about it each time that Doc or myself has brought it up with her, which happens weekly. She hasn’t even admitted to either of us that she knows where Ember is, but I know that she talks to her and if I could just figure out how I could bring it to Doc. He needs something to settle him and soon. If he keeps up at the rate he is going, always fighting, looking for runs that involve only bloodshed, and just not caring if he lives or dies, and he might just do that.
Another fucking sore subject between Sara and I is the issues she seems to have with me being in the MC, all of which appear to stem from her father. When I track him down whoever the fuck he is, I will have a few choice fucking words for him. He must have really fucked up her thoughts of what a man should do with his old lady, because Sara still struggles with the fact that I will bring it to the brothers next week. She still says that we are not ready, that she will not make a good old lady, and that what we are doing is just for fun. After Church next week, I will get my ink on her, and that shit will be done with.
Chapter 17
~Sara~
That night six months ago, when he took me to his house and told me how it was going to be, was only the beginning of my fall. When he fucked my face and then took me upstairs I felt so complete, so loved, so worshipped it scarred the fuck outta me. When I woke in the morning and saw the same look in his eyes I had seen raging the night before, I knew that I was in trouble and that whatever it was that we shared was not going away.
I lived with no regret for the next six months. Each day falling more and more for this man. When I see some ideas for new ink laying around his house last week and he tells me that he will wait no longer to take this thing between us to the brothers, I know it is time to go. The tattoo designs, matching, with our names in the center of intertwined rings were still fresh in my mind when I decided it was well past the time that I needed to leave. I should have never let the last six months happen, it just feels so good to be with him.
Seeing some pictures that Irene had taken the week before of us, lying next to the ink, I see trouble in them. I see the love, the care, the wanting, the longing that we have for each other. I know that I need to go before I fall even harder for him if that’s possible. With Ember and Heather havi
ng just found the perfect apartment for us, I know it’s time.
Knowing that the Devil’s, especially Doc, still have eyes on me, I plan for my escape. Leaving in the night when Gun is asleep will be my best bet. He sleeps like a fucking bear, especially after a good night of fucking, so I decide that Sunday morning I will head out.
Giving my boss notice, I don’t let him know that I am leaving under the radar so I give only details that I care to have shared. I tell him that I will be going East and taking up with some college friends doing volunteer work for a few years. That I don’t feel like I am making enough of a difference here and that there are places that need me and my skills more. He lets me know that I will be greatly missed and that if I ever to find myself back in the Chicago area, I will always have a place at the hospital.
Getting home that Saturday evening, I know that Gun should be home within the hour. I am glad that I have slowly been sending stuff south over these past weeks so I have nothing but myself to take. Most of my necessities have made their way to New Orleans and are waiting for me with Ember and Heather. Gun thinks that my bike is in the shop getting fixed, but in reality, it is parked a few streets over ready for my escape.
Going over to Irene’s one last time, I let her know tonight is the night and she tries to talk me out of leaving one last time. “Sweetie, you know that he will be devastated at you leaving, especially like this. Why can’t you talk to him and let him know why you are going? I know you are just as stubborn as Ember is, and that I won’t be able to talk you out of anything, but I wish I could. Leaving Mack to fall apart, as Ember did with Vincent, is something I wish I didn’t have to watch.”
“Irene, I know, but this is the only way. You saw the ink that he got last week. He is taking it to the brothers soon, and I just can’t be that woman. I don’t think that he would hurt me on purpose like my father would do to my mother constantly, but I just can’t stick around to find out. Please, Irene, promise me that you won’t tell.”