RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC

by Alana Sapphire

  “Touch yourself.”

  A shiver runs through me as I reach between my legs. I find I’m already wet when I slide my fingers up my lips. His eyes are trained on my hand, mine on his as he strokes himself. I place a foot on the side of the tub, giving myself more room as I masturbate for him. With my free hand, I massage my breast. All I can think about is his hands replacing mine. My lids droop and I throw my head back, dipping a finger inside my pussy. Lost in my own world, I don’t see him move until he’s entered the bath, sans toothbrush. Baby Jesus… no, this one calls for adult Jesus. Or maybe ascended Jesus. That’s how fine this man is. No wonder women go crazy over him. And that dick? Fucking magnificent. He cradles my face, and I curl my fingers around his forearms.

  “Don’t ever make me wake up without you again,” he commands in a gruff voice.

  Fuck. Everything that comes out of this man’s mouth makes me fall deeper and deeper into him.

  “Got it?”

  “Got it,” I answer breathlessly.

  He swoops down and possesses my lips the way only he can. Totally. With every fiber of his being. I open up to him, welcoming his tongue. His hands glide down my wet body and cup my breasts. A groan comes from the back of his throat while he rolls my nipples between his fingers. Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him against me, my arousal heightened by our naked bodies colliding. He leaves my lips and licks his way down my body – my neck, shoulders, and sternum. Extra attention is given to each breast before his tongue glides over my stomach. My muscles contract.

  “Spread those lips for me, babe.”

  He’s on his knees, his lips inches away from my wet core. With two fingers, I obey his command. My thighs tremble and my knees threaten to give out when he leans forward and licks my clit. I grab his hair, but he pulls away.

  “I said spread ’em,” he reprimands.

  With a whimper, I spread my lips for him once more. He licks from my entrance to my clit and I swear I hear him smack his lips. One hand curls around my thigh while the other grabs my hip as he pulls my clit into his mouth. Fuck! “Gage!”

  His tongue swirls as he sucks, hurling me into another level of ecstasy. For someone who hasn’t done this in a while, he hasn’t missed a beat. Even if I’d experienced this before, I’m sure he would have blown everyone else out of the water. A finger slides inside me, and I clench around it. He moans and inserts another, still sucking on my clit. Slowly, he thrusts them inside me, twisting and turning and sending me into a whirlwind of sensations. My thighs tremble. My fingers slip. I slide my hand through his hair and he stops.

  “No…” I whine.

  He rises, wrapping my legs around him in the same motion. Draping my arms around his shoulders, I pull him in for a kiss. His tongue and his dick enter me at the same time. He pins me against the wall with his hips and gives me all of him. Our moans and tongues mingle as he grips my ass and begins to move. With great care, he pulls back and pushes in, caressing my walls.

  “You’re perfect. Fuckin’ perfect, babe… perfect for me.”

  His words wash over me and I pull his face to my neck. I’m so far from perfect, but the fact that he thinks I am makes me want to believe. His tongue glides across my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I drag my nails across his back, whimpering. I don’t know how to contain the pleasure; it’s bubbling inside me, and I feel like I might combust at any moment. He moves faster and I release a strangled groan.

  “Don’t hold it in. I want to hear you scream for me.”

  Two pairs of blue eyes meet as he changes pace again. It’s like he’s staring into my very soul, shining a light into the murky depths. He’s pulled me back from the edge of darkness so many times, but this time I think it will stick. This time, I won’t go back.

  “Fuck me, Gage.”

  He bites into his bottom lip and angles up, holding the position. I can’t even make a sound. I try, but I’ve got nothing. I cling to his shoulders, gasping for air.

  “Fuck, Raven. Fuck.”

  His forehead drops to my shoulder and he grinds against me. Then he pulls almost all the way out and slams into me. Unh… fuck! He grunts with effort and pistons his hips. I cry out, my head falling back against the tiles. Feeling my orgasm drawing near, I clench around him. He grunts and groans and it’s almost as if he swells inside me. I begin to chant his name, the climbing, escalating, feeling taking over. My body goes taut and in the next second I’m coming. Hard.

  “Gage… oh, God. Gage!”

  He growls, pounding into my shaking body before he goes deep and stills. He collapses against me, our heavy breathing causing our chests to slowly hammer at each other. My heart thuds in my ears…or maybe it’s his. I can’t really tell.

  “You’ve fuckin’ ruined me, woman. There’ll be no other pussy for me. Just you. You’re mine, Raven. Mine.”

  His kiss consumes me. It’s a raging forest fire, gobbling up everything in its path, and I’m just a seedling. I can’t resist or defend myself, so I give in. The flames lick at me but instead of leaving me charred, they give me life. This is what he does to me, and it’s exactly what I need.

  I groan in disappointment when he pulls back but I’m blessed with one of his crooked smiles as he sets me on my feet. Positioning me under the shower, he reaches between my legs, washing away his cum and sliding his fingers between my lips.

  “Mmm… Gage….”

  “Shit. I got work to do, babe.”

  Despite that fact, he spreads my lips apart with two fingers while a third circles my clit. I press my ass into him.

  “You’re the one who decided to get in here with me.”

  He takes a deep breath and lands a stinging smack on my ass.

  “Ow!”

  “Get out before I change my mind. I need to get this done.”

  “Yeah,” I grumble as I hop out. “Kick me out of my own shower. Jeez.”

  I’m dressed by the time he walks out of the bathroom. After drying my hair, I head outside to find one of the guys, thinking he’s left. Gage is sitting at the bar drinking his coffee, and that slut Britney is in his face as usual. I seriously need to teach this bitch a lesson, but I’m in too good of a mood to do it right now.

  “You sure I can’t make you some breakfast?” she asks him, batting her fake lashes.

  I walk over to him and curl my arm around his waist as he drapes his over my shoulder, and kisses my forehead. I turn to Britney with a smirk.

  “You don’t need to worry about him. He just ate.”

  Gage almost chokes on his coffee. Britney’s eyes widen and she stumbles backward. Her gaze drops to my neck, so I display all my hickeys with pride. Gage pushes himself to his feet and tosses me over his shoulder. A surprised shriek is followed by a yelp of pain when he smacks my ass hard. He takes me back to his room and drops me on the bed. I prepare for his anger but get a delicious surprise when he reaches for his belt instead.

  “I hate to say it, but I missed that fucking smart mouth of yours.”

  I start ripping off my own clothes, getting myself ready for him. “Only because you get to try and shut me up now.”

  He grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the bed, then wastes no time pressing on my clit. Only seconds later, when he leans forward to lick my nipple, I’m already wet enough for him. He slips a finger inside me and I moan.

  “That’s where you’re wrong, baby doll. I’m going to do the very opposite.”

  He flips me onto my stomach and positions me on my knees before him. With a smack on my ass, he confidently proclaims, “I’m going to make you scream.”

  CHAPTER 16

  ***Gage***

  I zip up my jeans, not only pleased, but extremely pleased with myself. I made good on my promise, her screams and moans still echoing in my ear. She’s lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling with an “I’m drunk and high on an earth-shattering orgasm” look on her face.

  “Jesus. I think I lost a bit of my intelligence with that last one.”


  I chuckle as I reach for my shirt.

  “I’m serious. You just gave a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘screwing your brains out.’ No wonder these bitches won’t leave you alone.”

  “Babe, you know I give zero fucks about bitches.”

  “I know… but when you’re handing out orgasms like those? I’m just saying I understand.”

  I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her close.

  “I still remember my name, though,” she adds with a giggle.

  I did tell her she wouldn’t remember her name, didn’t I? “Yeah, doll... but you’ll never forget mine.”

  She slides her hand to the back of my neck and pulls me down to her. With a gentle kiss, she whispers, “Never.”

  I slip my tongue between her lips, tasting her addictive sweetness. All I want to do is stay in bed with her all day, but I can’t. I break the kiss reluctantly and put some distance between us.

  “You should add another class to the curriculum—Advanced Orgasms.”

  “I can’t give away all my secrets, doll.”

  “True… but I think all women should experience what I have since last night.”

  “Let’s see… Just now, that was three. By my count, that’s seven orgasms I’ve given you in the last twelve hours. Wanna go for a record?”

  “I’m down,” she answers eagerly.

  “Then it’s on. I’ll wrap up this meeting as soon as I can and come right back.”

  She rises on her elbow and the sheet slips, exposing her breasts. My dick jumps. Fuck.

  “You sure you can’t postpone it?”

  “I’m meeting with some people about E’s place. I won’t be long.”

  “Okay,” she says with a hint of disappointment.

  I slide my thumb across her nipple and her body quivers. I need to leave. Now. “When I get back, I’m going to fuck these tits.” She falls back on the bed with a sigh and I walk out while I’m still able to.

  I meet with contractors, suppliers, and an interior decorator. Half of the time, I wasn’t even paying attention. I hope E doesn’t end up with a strip club with neon pink walls. Fuck me. My mind is back at the clubhouse. I thought I couldn’t stop thinking about her before, but now? Now, she seems to be all I think about. She consumes me. I just want to go straight back home and lock us both away from the world then drown myself in her. That’s not good. I can’t let a woman, even Raven, distract me to such degrees. I have things to do, people to take care of. That’s what I tell myself. Then a strong voice says fuck them all. Fuck me. I need to get a grip.

  It’s early afternoon by the time I head back to the clubhouse. It’s quiet. Now that Ron and Booker are members, I put them to work. Ron wanted to work with cars, so I put him at Chopper’s. With Booker’s size, security was the most logical decision. I’ve mainly assigned him to Raven, though, when I don’t need him for anything else. She has no idea. There are a few Hounds hanging around but without any brothers here, they don’t have much to do.

  I turn the knob on the bedroom door, but it’s locked. What is she doing in there?

  “Babe… open up.”

  Silence. Maybe she’s in the bathroom. I use my key and stop dead in my tracks when I see what’s going on inside. Quickly, I step in, and lock the door behind me. She’s in bed with her earbuds in. That explains why she didn’t hear me. The reason why the door was locked, though, is entirely different. She’s naked. Her knees are drawn up and spread wide, and she’s touching herself. Her head is thrown back, eyes closed. She’s in her own world and doesn’t even realize I’m in the room.

  I move to the foot of the bed, grabbing my hard dick. While one hand works her clit, the other squeezes a breast. Fuck. This is beyond hot. I release my dick, slowly stroking it as I watch her fingers. I am one lucky son of a bitch. This incredible, beautiful woman is mine. She slides a finger inside her pussy and does something that makes me lose it—she whispers my fucking name. I start ripping off my clothes. Her eyes snap open and she gasps, trying to cover herself, her frantic movements dislodging the earbuds from her ears.

  “Gage! What… How long have you been there?”

  “On your knees.”

  ***Raven***

  I move into position without a word. His voice and the look in his eyes demand compliance. I can’t believe he caught me masturbating. Not only that, but he stood there watching for God knows how long. I bite into my lip and watch with just a bit of child-like innocence as he undresses. The sexy boxers fall to the ground, leaving him gloriously naked. Baby Jesus. Sheer perfection. He grabs ahold of his dick and squeezes the base. It looks so intimidating—big and… veiny.

  “Is this what you were thinking about?” he asks.

  “Christ, Gage. It looks…scary.”

  He gives me that cocky smirk of his. “I believe you did refer to it as a monster on more than one occasion.”

  Yeah. The thing is I don’t want to run away from this scary monster. I want to hug it and kiss it and squeeze it and love it forever and ever. And ever.

  “Take a good look, babe. It’s going to be putting you to bed every night and waking you up every morning.”

  Holy shit. I don’t know whether to be excited or scared. I slide my gaze back to his face, and the hunger in his eyes makes the decision for me. Definitely not scared.

  “Turn around and spread your thighs.”

  Once again, I obey his command. The mattress shifts behind me and I begin to quiver, anticipating his touch. With him kneeling behind me, his dick is between my thighs and against my pussy. Shivering breaths overtake me. My body shudders as he trails his fingertips up and down my arms—slow, featherlight touches. Taking his own sweet time, his fingers travel down my sides and around my waist. I lean in to him, about ready to crumble from weakness. He flattens his palms on my stomach and slides them leisurely up to my breasts. My head falls back onto his shoulder and I moan as he begins to massage them.

  “I fuckin’ love your body,” he breathes against my ear.

  I groan at the loss of contact when he moves away. But then, his face appears between my legs. Fuck.

  “Have a seat, doll.”

  Oh. Shit. That night in Lonnie’s kitchen months ago comes rushing back. I guess he was right. I can’t believe I’m going to sit on his face. Fuck. I lower myself to his lips and he curls his arms around my thighs. His tongue flicks out, sliding up and down my lips. My thighs tremble. Gradually, he increases pace and pressure, swirling all over. All the while, he’s staring up at me as if he’s in his most favorite place in the world. How could that be? This certainly can’t be comfortable for him. Oh, God. What if I suffocate him?

  “Can you breathe?” I ask in a panic.

  “Who needs to breathe?” His arms tighten around my thighs and he latches on to my clit.

  “Fuck… Gage!”

  Shockwaves spread through my body and I have to grab the headboard for support. The harder he sucks, the faster he swirls his tongue. My brain shuts down.

  “Baby Jesus.”

  His eyes twinkle up at me. He’s enjoying this—the fact that he can do this to me. Who knew anyone could do that with their tongue? It’s like a fucking hurricane going on down there. I grab a handful of his hair, unable to keep my eyes open.

  “Dios… coño… Gage… mierda!”

  He chuckles. What the hell is so funny? Despite that, he doesn’t miss a beat. He just makes himself more comfortable, sucking the very life out of me.

  “Sí… ahí… right there!”

  Feeling my orgasm approaching, I grab the headboard with both hands. I just know it’s going to destroy me. The sensation starts in my toes and works its way up my body. I shiver and my muscles contract. When it hits me, I scream. I scream like it’s bloody murder, my body convulsing. Mr. Hurricane Tongue just keeps going, lapping at my sensitive clit.

  “Oh, please… no… please….”

  He eases up, but just to blow lightly on my clit. His hands slide up my body and he pinches
both nipples as he returns to flailing his tongue mercilessly. He’s trying to kill me. That’s it. Death by orgasm. Dios mío.

  “Gage….”

  Before I even realize what’s happening, I come again. My shuddering body falls forward, no longer able to stay upright. He finally slows down, applying gentle licks with the tip of his tongue.

  “I could live down here,” he proclaims.

  He slides out from beneath me and I collapse on the bed. I cannot move. I seriously don’t want to, either. I don’t have the will or energy. He flips me onto my back and spreads my legs wide. Oh, dear God.

  “Gage, please…” Apparently, he thinks I’m begging for more because his tongue parts my lips. “No….”

  “You sensitive, babe?”

  He kisses my inner thighs, working his way up to my stomach. There’s a flutter in my belly as he swirls his tongue in my navel.

  “No more….”

  “No more? What about our deal?”

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  He throws my leg over his shoulder and then he’s pushing his way inside me.

  “Raven….”

  The sound of his voice is my undoing. It’s like he’s come home. I open my eyes and see his are closed, his lips slightly parted. I place my palm to his cheek and his lids flutter open. Brilliant blue eyes stare into mine intensely.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.”

  My back arches as he sinks deep, giving me all of him. I slide my hands around his neck as he begins to thrust into me slowly.

  “I’m addicted to you, babe. A fuckin’ hopeless junkie.”

  It hits me like a couple tons of bricks. Deep down, I think I already knew, but now I realize the true depth of what I feel for this man. I love him. I’m in love with him. Totally. Unequivocally. Forever. All I want is for him to feel the same.

  “Quiero más de ti. Quiero que me ames.”

  I clench my muscles around him. He grunts and works his hips faster, pumping into me.

  “Fuck. What? What do you want, baby doll? Anything.”

  In this moment, I think he’ll promise me the world if I ask for it. But I don’t need the world. I need him.