Tempted by the Devil: Highway Titans MC

by Cora Black

  Charlotte started to feel warm inside. “You really care about this, huh?”

  Ben shrugged, but she noticed his cheeks go a little pinker than usual. “It just seems stupid not to take the opportunity, that’s all.”

  The big door opened behind them and they quickly moved out of the way to let the first of the senior members out. Trevor and Wally led the pack, and Ben and Charlotte just stared at them expectantly. “7-1, it passes,” Wally said, causing Ben to pump his fists in the air.

  “Yeah! You won’t regret this, guys!” Ben shouted, tapping his uncle firmly on the shoulder before jetting off across the bar to yell at the boys sitting there to pour him a drink.

  Charlotte and Wally shared a small smile. Maybe my work here is done, Charlotte thought to herself. Ben was acting like a leader. He was invested. He was inspired, even. But she still had no intentions of going anywhere.

  As she followed Ben across the bar to get a celebratory drink, in the back of her mind she wondered, Who was the one holdout vote? She tried to dismiss the thought. It really didn’t matter. The vote had passed, and Ben was becoming the leader he was always meant to be. So what if somebody in the club resisted, if somebody in the club didn’t like that Ben was stepping up? No big deal, right?

  But the nagging voice in the back of Charlotte’s mind didn’t go away.

  ***

  Ben and Charlotte crashed through the door of his apartment, slamming it loudly shut behind them, but they didn’t bother locking the door. They would have had to pry their faces apart for that to happen and Ben was unwilling to let go of her mouth for a second. They had spent a few hours drinking with the boys after telling them the details of the new mission, but before too long he felt the need to celebrate with Charlotte, privately.

  “I’m so—fucking—happy for you,” Charlotte whispered into Ben’s mouth in between wet, open-mouthed kisses.

  “Mmm?” Ben murmured, sticking his hands under her shirt to feel her bare skin. He started fumbling with her bra, struggling to undo the clasp.

  Charlotte pulled back from his face but still framed it with her hands, staring directly into his eyes. Ben felt raw and vulnerable, like he was naked, out in the cold— but she was safety, she was security, she was the thing that was going to save him from the abyss. “You stood up for something. You fought for it. And you won. You’re going to make a difference. You’re going to make this into a real family, and I’m so…” She inhaled deeply and shook her head. “I’m so fucking proud. So fucking proud.”

  Ben smiled a little, feeling exposed and nervous. He leaned in and kissed her again, soft at first, then harder and harder, their tongues slipping against each other. Charlotte deepened the kiss, clutching hard onto his neck and scratching his skin with her nails. Ben groaned into her mouth, accidentally sliding his teeth against her lips, but she moaned a little, high-pitched and precious, so he did it again. And again. And again, until she smacked his ass and grinded their crotches together. She pulled back from the kiss, but before Ben could protest Charlotte put a hand on his chest and spoke.

  “We tested negative for everything,” she whispered, kissing the side of his neck. His skin felt hot and cold at once, with every single nerve ending alert. Every inch of his skin felt so sensitive, like every movement of her tongue, every single scrape of his nails set off a bomb inside of him. He was fucking shaking in her hands. He’d never felt this way before. “You know what that means?” she whispered into his ear.

  Ben exhaled shakily and wrapped his hand around the back of her head, threading fingers into her thick hair. “I get to fuck you...” he whispered.

  Charlotte shook her head a little in his grasp. “More than that. You get….” She dropped a kiss on the side of his chin. “To come…” Her mouth moved up to lick at the sensitive lobe of his ear. “Inside me.”

  Ben groaned and clutched harder onto her. “I really want that,” he whispered back. “I really want to fucking come in you.”

  “Yeah?” Charlotte murmured, biting down gently on his ear. “You wanna fucking claim me, baby? Fill me up? Make me your dirty little slut?”

  Ben laughed in shock. “Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t deserve you.”

  Charlotte smiled and dropped a sweet, simple kiss on his lips. “Yeah, you do. You’re what I want.”

  Ben wondered when in the hell he was going to stop feeling scared of Charlotte. She was this gorgeous woman, but in some ways she was a walking machine gun with the power to tear him into shreds with the smallest, sweetest comment. He wrapped his hands around her back and swung her up into his arms. Charlotte cheered and wrapped her arms around his neck. Ben felt more secure this way, holding her up. It was easier to feel strong this way.

  He started walking across the apartment, carrying her over to his bed. Usually they fucked on the couch or the floor or in the shower, spontaneously falling into each other’s embrace. But he wanted to do this right. He wanted her to relax completely, trust him and give everything up. He was about to be closer to her than he’d been to any woman, ever, and he wanted to do it right.

  Ben reached around Charlotte’s body and yanked her shirt over her head before pulling her unclasped bra off her body. He growled and dove into her chest, biting down onto her breasts immediately and making her wail. “Damn, shit!” she moaned, only encouraging him to bite down harder, sucking until he left a wide red mark around her nipple.

  “You’ve got such great fucking tits,” Ben said in between long, thick licks over her sensitive little pink nubs. “I fucking love them.”

  “Thank you,” Charlotte moaned quietly, running her hands over his arms, leaving goosebumps in her wake.

  He traveled down Charlotte’s body, licking around her belly button and biting the soft skin of her stomach. He liked that she had a little bit of meat on her. It felt good to grab her thick hips and jerk her up and down on his cock. But not tonight. Tonight, he was going to be on top. He was going to dominate her entirely.

  Ben pinned her hands down on the bed as he traveled down to her shorts, mouthing at the hem around her hips. He pulled the fabric of her shorts aside with his teeth, pulling it down roughly until her shorts traveled down to her knees, revealing her red underwear. Ben laughed breathlessly, staring at her barely-covered cunt. “Goddamn,” he murmured to himself before bringing his hands up to push her shorts down to her feet.

  He pulled his hands back and used one to trace the lace border of her underwear, loving how she started breathing harder in response. Ben leaned in and spread his tongue in between his fingers, licking the smooth skin of her pelvis and biting down on her hipbones. He loved the swells of her body, the hills and valleys of her ass and waist and legs. He couldn’t keep himself from squeezing as hard as he could onto her hips, making her cry out. “Is that okay? Did I hurt you?” he whispered as he kissed her belly button again. In the past, he would bite and pull and push and just know that it was okay, totally confident in himself. But now he felt more conscious of himself, more worried that he was going to do something wrong and hurt her.

  “It’s good, it’s good,” Charlotte whispered back, reaching her hand down to ruffle his hair. “So good.”

  Ben smiled up at her and returned to his work, nibbling around her underwear until she was whimpering above him. “You smell really good,” he whispered to her, pressing his face into her panties. “I wanna taste you.”

  “Mmm, mm, please,” Charlotte said back, tightening her grip in Ben’s hair.

  He kept tickling around her underwear, causing her to lift her hips off the bed. Ben stuck one hand under her body, clutching onto her ass. Charlotte moaned out again, high and desperate, while Ben used his other hand to pet her cunt over her underwear. “I can feel you getting wet,” he whispered.

  Charlotte traced her fingers over his scalp, tickling Ben’s skin and making him grunt lowly into her pussy. Ben played with the side of her underwear, scratching lightly on the exposed skin before pulling the fabric of the panties asid
e to reveal her labia. “Jesus, fuck, such a sweet little cunt you have,” Ben whispered before leaning in to breathe on her skin.

  She laughed breathlessly above him, messing up his hair. “The better to fuck you with, my dear,” she said, immediately falling into a fit of adorable high-pitched giggles.

  Ben loved the sound of that laughter. She sounded so free, so light. He wanted more of that. He wanted to make her sink into the bed. He wanted to make her melt completely in his hands and mouth. He flicked his tongue out to press against her exposed lips. Charlotte cried out again and arched her hips, pushing her ass back more into his hand. Ben squeezed her butt, slipping a finger between her cheeks, while he opened his mouth and started making out with her pussy.

  Ben pulled back for a second and used his free hand to pin her hands down under one of his pillows. “Stay still,” he ordered her before traveling back down her body and licking between her wet, dripping lips. He started sucking on her lips, first on the right, then on the left, over and over again until Charlotte was squealing. He started alternating between sucking and licking, back and forth, back and forth, getting her wetter and hotter under his touch.

  “You like this?” he whispered into her cunt.

  “Mm-hmm!” Charlotte moaned loudly. “I really like it. I really fucking do.”

  “Yeah, baby?” Ben asked before dragging his tongue painfully slowly over her clit. “You want more of it?”

  “Yes, I do, I really fucking do, give me, give me it,” Charlotte rambled.

  “Ask. Nicely,” Ben ordered her, digging his finger harder in between her ass, his fingertip dancing around her hole.

  “Unnh! Unh, please, please, please give me, please give me more, baby, baby, baby, please!” she cried out.

  Ben immediately obeyed, diving mouth-first into her cunt again, this time latching his tongue and lips and teeth all around her clit, sucking as hard as he possibly could. Charlotte shrieked, pushing her cunt up further into his mouth. He could taste her sweet juices, that delicious nectar. He wanted to swallow all of it. He wanted to drink her up, take her inside, keep her safe.

  He started circling her asshole faster and faster, making her rock back and forth between his mouth and his hand, bouncing and moaning with every motion of her hips. Ben brought his free hand up to play with one of her nipples while he circled his tongue in thick, wide circles that narrowed more and more with every rotation around her clit. Ben swore he could feel her heartbeat through her cunt, pounding right against his tongue.

  “Please! Please!” Charlotte moaned, arching up and down, up and down, fucking his face faster and faster.

  Ben pulled back to gather his breath and wipe his wet chin, still playing around with her asshole. “What you want, baby?”

  “Your cock,” Charlotte groaned, jerking her hips back and forth until the tip of his finger disappeared inside of her.

  “Yeah?” Ben asked, slowly rotating his finger around inside her before pulling back and jerking it in and out in slow, rhythmic motions. “You want me to fuck you?”

  Charlotte nodded and breathed raggedly, her chest rising up and down frantically. Her entire body was flushed red. Goddammit, she looks so fuckable, Ben thought. He dragged his free hand down from her chest to her stomach and then down to the hot wet sacred little spot between her legs.

  Ben slipped a finger inside of her cunt, pumping it in and out a few times before adding another one. He fucked her gently, trying to get her as open as possible. “You want my fucking cock?” he repeated.

  “Yessss, yessss, pleaaaaase,” Charlotte hissed out, reaching her hand down to press his fingers in deeper into her cunt.

  After another few seconds, Ben pulled his fingers out of both holes and crawled back up Charlotte’s body, grabbing hold of her neck and kissing her deeply. “I’m gonna give you what you deserve,” he whispered into her mouth before sliding his tongue inside.

  Charlotte spread her legs further apart, and Ben grabbed his cock, guiding it over to her hole. “Please, please, please,” she murmured into his mouth, bringing one hand out from under the pillow to clutch onto the back of his head.

  She jerked her hips forward, forcing his bare cock inside of her cunt. “Oh, god, fuck!” Ben cried out. He could feel everything, her bare wet walls opening for him. She was so fucking tight. He bit down on Charlotte’s shoulder, trying to muffle the noises that threatened to leave his mouth. Ben sucked hard on her skin, wanting her to feel as good as he did. He pushed deeper inside of her, more and more, pulling in and out, in and out, until he finally buried himself all the way inside. “God, that’s good,” he whispered.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Charlotte breathed out, digging her nails into the back of his neck. Ben launched himself forward, fucking her a little harder and faster. She was so wet, practically dripping around him. He wanted to give her all of his cock. He wanted to give her everything.

  Charlotte arched up into his body, fucking him back as hard as he pushed into her. Ben loved how her hand felt on his head and neck, but he wanted her to feel completely covered, completely taken care of. He pulled her hand off the back of his neck and pinned it back down to the bed.

  “Fuck me harder, baby, fuck me harder,” Charlotte grunted into his ear, tangling her fingers with his at the head of the bed.

  Ben immediately obeyed, shoving all of his length in and out, more quickly than before. But he still held back. He wanted her to lose control, completely break apart beneath him. He kept one hand on hers, pinning her down to the bed, while his other traveled slowly down her body, pushing his nails lightly into her waist and hips and ass before his fingers found her clit, rubbing up and down while his cock pulled in and out.

  The bed started squeaking loudly, probably loud enough that anybody in the floor beneath them could tell what they were doing, but Ben didn’t fucking care. He wanted everybody to know that she was his. She seemed to get tighter and tighter around him, practically swallowing him up. He pushed in and out faster, making the bed rock up and down. Ben’s fingers started moving faster, flying over her clit. Charlotte cried out, and Ben could see her face screwed up in pleasure, eyes shut tight and mouth open wide, moaning out curses.

  “I’m gonna fucking come,” Charlotte whined, sounding higher and needier than she’d ever been before. Ben clutched harder onto her fingers and bounced his hips forward, digging his cock in as deeply as he could while his fingers jerked her clit frantically.

  “Ahh! Ahh, unh, shit, fuck, unnnnnnnnnh!” Charlotte cried out, squeezing his hand painfully as she rode through her orgasm, her cunt jerking up and down in hot spasms that just never seemed to end. Ben loved every second of it, feeling her tighten around his cock. It was making him fly over the edge, losing feeling in every inch of his body except for his throbbing cock.

  After her cunt stopped pulsing, Charlotte sunk deeper into the bed, her fingers going limp inside of his. Ben kept fucking her, going as hard as he ever had. “Is it—Is this okay?” he asked in between long, panting breaths.

  “Mm-hmm,” Charlotte murmured, obviously utterly drained beneath him.

  Ben’s cock started tingling. He felt like he was going to explode, just completely shatter apart inside of her. “I’m gonna—” he warned, but by then it was too late. He was coming. He was going to fuck his seed deep inside of her.

  Ben jolted inside of her, spilling out his come in spurts. He pushed in and out, not consciously, but because his body just couldn’t stop, continuing to move inside of her until he ran out of steam completely.

  Ben fell on top of her, absolutely collapsing like a deflated balloon. He had nothing left to give. He felt like he disappeared inside Charlotte and if he fell out of her, he would stop existing.

  Ben might’ve blacked out for a few seconds, or a few minutes, or an hour. He couldn’t be sure. All he knew was that when he opened his eyes again, Charlotte’s sweet eyes were looking up at him, shining like stars.

  “Ben,” she murmured, and her voice had never
sounded as sweet to him as it did right now. “It’s time we admit the truth, right?” Charlotte whispered, reaching a hand up to thread her fingers through his hair again.

  Ben felt fear flash through his chest like lightning, brief and powerful. But he pushed it away, swallowing hard and focusing his eyes on her despite the post-orgasm fog that threatened to overtake his mind. “The truth?” he prompted her.

  Charlotte licked her lips, clearly nervous. If Ben had any energy left in his body he would have launched himself forward and kissed away the anxiety on her face. Instead he just nodded a little in encouragement, waiting for her to speak. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before clearing her throat. “I, um, I mean. About us.”

  “The truth about us?” Ben repeated, as if his brain was switched off and he could only parrot things back to her.

  Charlotte nodded and visibly swallowed. “About what we are to each other, you know.”