Steel Infidels Christmas

by Dez Burke

  My arms are stretched high above me, now tied to the bedpost. I can’t move or escape. Not that I’d ever want to. Not being able to touch him is already driving me insane. My fingers itch to sink deep into his dark hair or trace the large Steel Infidels tattoo across his back and shoulders.

  Flint stares down at me, his eyes glinting dangerously. “You look so damn sexy when you’re turned on,” he says. “Tell me what you want.”

  I feel the tension in his every muscle above me. “What do you want?” I ask, quivering with anticipation. I’m willing to succumb to whatever ideas he has in mind.

  No matter how lewd, wild and wicked.

  “What I want is to take you now,” he says, his gaze sweltering hot. “To pin you to the bed, spread your legs as far as they can go and fuck you until you scream my name. But even more than that, I want to take it slow and easy. To make you cum harder than you ever have.”

  He leans down and takes my mouth again in a hard, demanding kiss. I open my mouth to him eagerly as he calls all the shots, his kiss deepening and then easing off at will.

  Being bound to the bedpost makes it more exciting, knowing I’m helpless. I writhe underneath him, aching for him to touch me everywhere.

  “Kendra...ah fuck,” he groans as he tears his lips from mine moments later, his breathing ragged and hoarse. “I’m burning for you. The temperature must be a hundred degrees in here. You’re doing it again...making me crazy nuts.”

  His lips press lightly to the edge of mine, so tantalizingly close and yet out of reach. “It’s always been this way between you and me,” he says. “Ever since the first time I opened my eyes and saw you leaning over me. I’ll never forget how much I wanted to kiss you that day. I didn’t have a clue who you were, and it didn’t matter. From that very first moment, I knew you were meant to mine.”

  “Always,” I reply breathlessly. “I’m always yours.”

  Chapter Five

  Flint

  I press my lips to her neck, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance that is all Kendra. The scent is always enough to light me on fire whenever she’s near.

  Trailing my fingers downward, I unhook the front clasp of her red, lacy bra. She lets out a soft gasp when the full, heavy mounds of her breasts spill into my palms. Her nipples squeeze into tight nubs when I lightly graze them with my fingertips. I glance up and my gaze locks with hers.

  “I want my mouth here...and then here,” I tell her, my fingers squeezing on her nipple while my other hand slips in between her legs. “I can’t get enough of your sweet taste. And then I want your long legs wrapped around my neck as I drive my cock deep inside you. Most of all I want to see your eyes when I fuck you hard and fast.”

  Kendra shivers at my rough words. I seal my mouth over her nipple and nip her gently, then suck hungrily on the hardened bud. She writhes underneath me, straining against the tie holding her to the bedpost. Her struggles cause my erection to bulge painfully against the front of my pants.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I tug on both hardened tips until they thicken.

  “Yes...oh yes,” she moans, arching her back to press her breasts closer to my mouth. She bucks up against me, rubbing herself into my body.

  “Damn Kendra you’re making me so fucking hard. Open your eyes so I can watch you.”

  Kendra opens her eyes and looks deep into mine. I slide down her body, trailing a line of kisses from her breasts, down her stomach to her thighs. Her firm, heavy breasts are rising and falling with shaky breaths, her nipples still wet from my mouth.

  “Your skin is so warm and smooth,” I whisper, rubbing my cheek against her inner thigh.

  Picking up one of her legs, I place it over my shoulder. I start at her knee and kiss all the way up one thigh until I reach her pussy. Closing my eyes, I drink in her sweet smell until I’m reeling. My brain fogs over as her unbelievable sexiness goes straight to my head.

  “I can never get enough of your taste,” I say, burying my tongue once again inside her. “You’re addictive.”

  “Oh God!” she whimpers, breathing harder now when I hold her thighs down and bury my tongue deeper. “You need to untie me so I can touch you.”

  “Not yet,” I murmur, moving my tongue to flick at her clit. Glancing up, I see her staring down at me, pink lips parted and dark eyes hazy with lust. Her whole body is tight underneath my hands, her hips grinding uncontrollably against me. She bucks hard into my face.

  She’s almost over the edge again. My cock is ready to explode. I let out a hoarse groan and push my face deeper into her pussy. I could do this all night and never get tired of it. Nothing thrills me more than the sound of her moans.

  She cries out and writhes under my tongue through an endless, powerful release. I almost forget to breathe as I drink it all in; her orgasm spasming around my face, her delicious taste, her smell, the way she’s whimpering my name. My senses are swamped.

  My God! How I love this woman.

  More than life itself.

  Quickly, I reach up to loosen the tie holding her hands loose. There’s nothing I want more in this world right now than Kendra’s hands on me. The second her hands are free, she grabs the back of my head with a fierceness and pulls me down for another kiss.

  “Fuck me now,” she begs. “I can’t wait any longer for you to be deep inside me.”

  “You don’t need to ask me twice,” I say, grinning down at her. In five seconds flat, I’ve stripped off my remaining clothes and am settling my body back between her legs.

  “Should I grab a condom?” I ask, nodding toward the bedside stand. “My vote is no. I’m ready for baby number two whenever you are.”

  “Let’s go for it,” she says without hesitation, her hands feverishly sliding up and down my back. “You’re the best daddy a child could ask for.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” Without breaking eye contact, I position my cock and penetrate her deeply in a long, slow thrust. With barely a pause, I draw out slightly and sink all the way in. She lets out a small gasp.

  “Fuck,” I mutter. “You’re so damn tight and wet. I feel like I’m sliding into hot oil.”

  My hands grip her tighter as I begin to move my hips. I close my eyes for a moment and blow out a long breath, willing myself to keep control. Otherwise, I’m going to lose my shit way too soon. This feels too fucking amazing to blow it early.

  I grit my teeth in sweet agony as I begin to fuck my gorgeous wife. I pump in steady strokes, sliding in and out, making sure she feels me deep inside.

  Her large breasts are thrust in front of my face, the nipples hard. Leaning forward, I take a hard bud in my mouth and nip it lightly. Kendra cries out in pleasure and slides her hands down to grip my ass tighter, pulling me inside her.

  I pump in and out of her pussy, my thrusts quickly becoming rougher and more primal. “I can’t hold out much longer,” I tell her. Sweat is dripping from my forehead into my eyes. “Holding back is killing me.”

  “I want to feel you cum inside me,” she says. “Don’t hold anything back. I want to feel all of it.” Reaching between us, she cups my balls in one hand and massages me in the special way I love.

  “Shit Kendra!”

  Her touch drives me right over the edge. My movements grow choppy and more erratic. With one last powerful thrust, I cum inside her. I bury my face in her neck while my body shudders in release. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she cums again with me. Breathing hard, I collapse on top of her.

  Many minutes later, I stir to move my heavy weight off her body.

  “No!” Don’t move,” she says, grabbing onto me. “It feels too good. Stay on top of me.” Her fingers are gently tracing the Steel Infidels tattoo on my back. I brace myself on my elbows and lean down to gaze into her face.

  “Boy or girl?” I ask. “What’s your guess?”

  Kendra smiles up at me. “The Mason family needs another girl to even things out. Otherwise the boys are going to run this place.”

  “Th
at’s what I was thinking too.” I kiss her lightly on the lips. “I hope we made one.”

  “If not, we can always try again tomorrow,” she says. “And the next day after that. As long as you’re up for it.”

  My cock stirs back to life deep inside her. She laughs softly when she realizes I’m almost ready for round two.

  “Are you kidding me? I’m always up for it. Game on. I love you, Kendra.”

  “I love you too, Flint,” she says, her eyes showing every emotion she’s feeling.

  “Merry Christmas, darling.”

  Chapter Six

  Flint

  Christmas Day at Flint and Kendra’s Mountain Cabin...

  “Hey darling!” I call out to Kendra who is getting ready in our bedroom. “Are you dressed yet? My family is almost here. I saw their headlights coming up the side of the mountain.”

  It’s a Mason family tradition for everyone to come to our mountain cabin early on Christmas morning to open presents. They usually arrive at the crack of dawn.

  Or sometimes before.

  “For heaven’s sake!” she yells back. “Doesn’t your family ever sleep? The sun hasn’t come up yet. What did they do? Stay up all night? They’re like a bunch of vampires. Make them a pot of coffee and entertain them while I finish putting on my clothes. If you think someone might need a little of ‘the hair of the dog that bit them’ for a hangover, there’s a bottle of Bloody Mary mix in the cabinet.”

  “Don’t worry, take your time,” I tell her. “The family will be here all day, so there’s no hurry. And you know I can’t serve the guys a Bloody Mary with celery sticks. That’s a drink for pussies.”

  “Fine! Then I’ll make a pitcher for the women and we’re not sharing. I’ll go wake up Josh.”

  I open the front door, flip on the front porch light and step outside. A light snow is falling and it’s eerily quiet. I doubt the snow will stay on the ground long enough to stick or accumulate. It certainly is beautiful though. The air smells crisp and clean.

  A peaceful start to Christmas day.

  Sam and Lila are the first to arrive in their van. “Need any help?” I yell when Sam steps out. His boots crunch on the frosty gravel driveway.

  “No, we got it,” he says, shivering in the cold air. “We pulled the boys out of bed. They were up late last night.” Two minutes later, he’s walking up the porch steps with a twin in each arm. They’re dressed in bright, red pajamas and are dead asleep.

  I’m relieved. I’m not sure I can handle their normal energy level this early in the morning. At least not before my first cup of strong, black coffee.

  Sam wipes his boots off on the mat outside the door then steps inside the house. He glances over at the enormous Christmas tree taking up a full corner of the living room.

  “What’s up with the Fifty Shades of Grey Christmas tree?” he asks, tilting his head in the tree’s direction.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’ve got the damn tree tied to the wall with a rope. I knew you and Kendra were a little kinky, but a BDSM tree? Don’t you think that’s a little over the top? Where are the pink fluffy handcuff ornaments?”

  I laugh at his comment. I guess our tree does look a little ridiculous.

  “The heavy son-of-a-bitch fell over twice, ornaments and all, right in the middle of the floor,” I tell him. “After sweeping up broken Christmas balls two different times, I told Kendra I’d had it with this tree. I grabbed a thick rope out of the shed, put a nail into the wall and tied the damn thing to the rafters. From now on, I’m trying up the tree before the first ornament is hung. It might look tacky as shit, but it sure makes my life easier.”

  “Not a bad idea,” he replies, nodding. “Why don’t you buy a smaller tree? That one must be at least twelve feet tall.”

  “Kendra picks out the tree,” I reply. “I just go along to the tree farm to cut it down and haul it home. She collects Christmas ornaments, so every year the tree gets heavier and heavier.”

  “The branches are looking sad and droopy,” he says. “The bottom row is almost touching the floor. I hope you’re keeping it watered. Otherwise your whole house might go up in flames.”

  “Yeah, I know. We put it up the day after Thanksgiving. The poor tree is about to break down under the weight of the decorations. I don’t have the heart to tell her she’s overloading it. Instead we just keep buying bigger trees to accommodate her growing collection of ornaments. By the time Christmas finally arrives, the tree is always on its last leg. Hopefully it can survive until New Year’s Eve, then I’m hauling it out of here.”

  “I see Santa has left a ton of presents under the tree for the kids,” Sam says. “Lila has several boxes of gifts in the van I need to go back to get. Where can I dump the twins?”

  “Put the boys on the sofa,” I tell him. “I doubt they’ll be asleep long. I caught sight of more headlights coming up the mountain road. Everyone will be here soon.”

  Sam carefully unloads the boys onto the sofa and heads back to the van. I walk over to the stone fireplace and bend down to light a fire. The flickering flames quickly send a warm, cheerful glow dancing across the living room.

  Josh pads softy into the room with his favorite blanket, still in his pajamas too. He rubs his eyes sleepily and yawns then crawls up on top of the twins, snuggling down between them. I grab a blanket from the back of the sofa and tuck it around the boys.

  Taking one last look around the room, I inhale a deep breath and enjoy the last minute of peace and quiet for the day. There’s nothing better than being surrounded by my family and friends in a house full of warmth and love on Christmas.

  This is what life is all about.

  I don’t know what I ever did to deserve the life I have now.

  I’m one lucky bastard.

  Chapter Seven

  Flint

  “Are there any gifts remaining under the tree to hand out?” Jesse asks. “Or does anyone have a gift that hasn’t been opened yet? Check around to see before we move on. Search under all the paper and boxes.”

  We’ve spent at least three hours handing out presents and unwrapping them. Sam drops down on the floor on his hands and knees to peek under the low-hanging branches of the Christmas tree.

  “I don’t see any more gifts under here,” he replies, frowning. “Damn! Another year gone by without me getting the Red Ryder BB gun I asked for. I put it on my list every single year.”

  “You didn’t need it,” Toby jokes. “With your aim, you’d shoot your eye out.”

  Jesse gets up from the sofa and moves to stand in front of the stone fireplace. Hanging from the mantle behind him is a row of bright red stockings. One for every family member here today. Each stocking has the person’s name lovingly handstitched on it by Aunt Leona. If we keep adding babies to the family, we’ll soon need a bigger mantle.

  Last night’s Christmas Eve party at the clubhouse was mostly for the club members and the Sweet Butts. The gathering at our house today is for the Mason family. My brothers, their wives and children, along with Toby, Maggie and Youngblood. Youngblood doesn’t have a family to spend Christmas day with, so Kendra insisted that he join us today. He fits in well with the group.

  The room quietens down while we wait for Jesse to speak. I’m intensely proud of my big brother. He’s a damn good leader of the Steel Infidels and a strong man. I would willingly follow behind him anywhere. The other members of the MC feel the same way. Jesse is the type of man who instills loyalty and respect in his men.

  “Did everyone get what they wanted for Christmas?” Jesse asks. He glances around the room at the huge piles of discarded wrapping paper, colorful bows and boxes scattered everywhere. “Someone must’ve told Santa how good you’ve been this year.”

  All eyes automatically turn toward the twins.

  “Or maybe someone lied to Santa,” Sam adds, snickering. “Luckily Santa is a forgiving man.”

  The kids playing on the big red rug in front of the fireplace are to
o absorbed in their new toys to look up or answer Jesse’s question. They’re a million miles away in a make believe world. I nudge Josh gently with the toe of my boot. He glances up at me in surprise.

  “What do you say, Josh?” I prompt. “Answer your Uncle Jesse.”

  “What?” he asks, clearly not having heard the question.

  “He asked if you got everything you wanted for Christmas,” I prompt. “You need to answer.”

  He nods vigorously. “Yes...sir,” he replies politely to Jesse.

  “That’s good, son,” I tell him proudly.

  Kendra smiles up at me and I slip my arm around her waist to pull her closer. She snuggles tight against my side. When I feel the soft weight of her heavy breasts against my ribs, my fingers itch to touch and caress them.

  “I know I got what I wanted for Christmas,” she whispers into my ear. Her breath tickles the skin of my neck sending a shiver down my spine.

  “What was that?” I ask, though I already know what she’s referring to.

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she says. “Can we make it a Christmas Eve tradition? I love new holiday traditions. I’ll even buy you a brand-new suit for next year.”

  “I have a closet full of designer suits I’ll never wear,” I remind her. “I could always use a new pair of riding boots though.”

  “That’s what I thought you’d say,” she replies. “And you’re right. I could pick a different suit and tie every year out of your closet for the next fifteen years before I run out.”

  “You liked the suit that much?”

  “It’s a hot fantasy, Flint.” She shrugs with a self-conscious laugh. “A fancy lawyer in a suit during the day and a bad ass biker at night. Lucky me, I’m married to both. What can I say?”

  I lean down to kiss her softly on the lips. “Whatever makes you happy, darling. I’m always up for anything. Just say the word and it’s on, baby. Like I always say, I aim to please.”