Midnight Obsession: A Midnight Riders Motorcycle Club Romance Part 4

by Olivia Thorne

  Kade nodded the slightest bit. “…yeah, that’s true.”

  “The only play I can see is to cut a deal where they go after Lou and a handful of other guys, and leave most of the club alone.”

  “…I don’t know, man.”

  That was his way of expressing a shit-ton of fear.

  “It’s the only way out I can see.”

  Kade looked off into the darkness. “I could take Lou out.”

  I knew he didn’t want to look in my eyes when he said it.

  “I appreciate that, but no. Unless you killed ten other guys at the same time, they’d just come after us anyway. And I’m pretty sure Lou’s got Secret Service-level security around him 24/7, in case we try to come after him. No… he’s more valuable to us alive. If he’s dead, the DEA doesn’t have anybody to scapegoat.”

  Kade nodded, then finally looked at me again. “You want me to go with you tomorrow?”

  “No. If shit goes wrong and you don’t hear from me within 24 hours, get the fuck out of town. Go to Mexico and wait it out.”

  “I wouldn’t do that.”

  “It’s not a request, it’s an order.”

  Kade didn’t alter his voice much, but I could hear the gallows humor in his tone. “As I recall, you got demoted a while back.”

  “Asshole,” I said with a grin, then turned serious again. “Give it some serious thought, at least.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Alright… talk to you soon,” I said, and turned back towards the house.

  “You hope.”

  I looked back at him and nodded grimly. “I hope.”

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  When I walked back into the house, Fiona was waiting with the TV on mute. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Did you tell Kade about Eddie?”

  “Yeah.”

  She looked irritated. “I told you that in confidence.”

  That pissed me off. “You told Sid, I told Kade. He needs to know.”

  She realized she wasn’t exactly on the firmest ground about lecturing people on what information to withhold. She kind of grumbled, then asked, “He’s not going to do anything stupid, is he?”

  “Like arrange a meeting with the DEA and rat out the club?” I asked sarcastically. “No.”

  She gave me a bitchy look, then unmuted the TV.

  I went back to the office and did a whole lot of nothing.

  Around ten o’clock she knocked on the office door. I looked up to see her curves outlined in silhouette by the hall light.

  “I’m going to take a shower and head to bed,” she announced.

  “Okay.”

  “It was a long day, and tomorrow’s probably going to be another one,” she said, as though she had to justify herself.

  “Yeah.”

  She paused. “Alright. Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight.”

  A few minutes later I heard the shower running.

  I was still a little pissed about earlier – not to mention all the lingering resentment over everything that had happened between us – but I couldn’t get her silhouette out of my mind.

  That tiny little waist… those just-perfect hips… those tits straining at her wifebeater…

  And now she was naked, not thirty feet away from me.

  All I had to do was walk down the hall and see if the door was unlocked.

  I could walk in on her… pull back the curtain and see that firm, tan body again… the water beaded on her breasts, her stomach, her thighs… take off my clothes and join her inside…

  I imagined her sinking to her knees, the water washing down over both of us as she took my rock-hard cock in her –

  God DAMN it.

  I got up in frustration and headed to my own bedroom before she could come out and get me any more worked up.

  I looked at the bathroom doorknob as I passed by. I reached out to try it… and then withdrew my hand.

  Some things you’re better off not knowing, much less doing.

  No matter how much you want them.

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  I couldn’t sleep.

  I kept tossing and turning in my bed, but every time I closed my eyes, she was there – naked, with her mouth slightly open, her eyes giving me that feels so good it hurts look she had every time I first slid inside her.

  I imagined her on her back, nipples hard and erect, firm breasts swaying up and down against her body as I pounded her –

  “GOD,” I groaned into my pillow.

  I could have jacked off – I was hard as a rock and ready to go – but that just seemed goddamn pathetic, when she was only eighty feet away… lying in bed in another room… probably naked under the sheets, waiting for me to come in… slip in next to her… feel her hot, feverish skin soft under my hands…

  “Fuck, I need a drink,” I muttered, and got up out of bed.

  Might need three or four, actually, before my cock settled down.

  I padded into the den with the lights off, then walked over to the bar. Uncorked a bottle of scotch and looked for a glass in the darkness. I don’t know why I didn’t turn the lights on – it was my fucking house, and it wasn’t like she was sleeping on the couch – but I still fumbled in the dark and knocked over a shot glass that clattered on wood.

  “Shit,” I muttered, then just decided to forego the glass and stick with the bottle. I turned around –

  There she was, standing in the moonlight, a .38 revolver pointed right at my head.

  I froze.

  As soon as she realized it was me, she lowered the gun. “I’m sorry – I couldn’t sleep, and I thought it might be…”

  She trailed off, and I could see her looking me up and down, head to foot.

  She had that look on her face – the one from my waking dreams. The parted lips, the expression of desire and pain, like it was hurting her just to look at me.

  Christ, she was beautiful. Tousled hair dark in the shadows. Big, expressive eyes. Long, firm legs… with nothing at the top of them but a little bikini bottom. She’d kept on the wifebeater, but taken off the bra. In the moonlight, I could see the hard tips of her nipples pressing against the cloth.

  FUCK.

  FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCK.

  Am I really going to do this?

  …goddamn right I’m going to do this.

  I couldn’t help myself. It was like putting a pile of pure, uncut Columbian cocaine in front of a drug addict and telling him not to touch.

  I put the scotch back on the bar and walked over to her slowly, my eyes never leaving hers, until I was standing right in front of her.

  She looked at me with a mixture of fear and raging desire, but she didn’t move.

  “You better put that away, or you’re going to get hurt,” I said, my voice low.

  Something flashed in her eyes. Maybe the realization that this was about to happen.

  “Who’s going to hurt me?” she asked sassily. “You?”

  I took the gun out of her hand and laid it on the nearest table, just a foot away. Then I turned back to her.

  I was so close to her body, I could feel the heat radiating off her bare skin in waves.

  “Yeah… I am,” I said, then put one hand on the small of her back and pulled her in close.

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  Fiona

  Oh God… oh God, I’d wanted this so bad, and it was happening… it was really happening…

  He pulled me to him, his massive arms crushing me against his rock-hard body, and he kissed me. Tender at first, his lips burning hot on mine… then harder. More insistent.

  As we kissed, I put my hands on his chest, feeling the massive swell of his pecs, the firm lines of his muscles. He was wearing nothing but black boxers, and as soon as he pulled me to him, I could feel he was already hard.

  “Oh God,” I moaned, breaking away momentarily from his kiss. I let one of my hands drop below his waist to feel him through the cloth. So big… so thick… his girth filling up my grasp as I c
upped him with my fingers…

  He pulled me in roughly for another kiss, and I let him. He reached one hand under my wifebeater and moved up my back, gliding along my skin. The other reached down into my underwear and gripped my bare ass.

  I ran my free hand over his arm, then around to his back, and finally grasped that glorious, muscular ass. With my other hand I slowly, sensually stroked his cock… feeling it jut out from the cloth, straining to be free.

  His right hand moved from my back to my front. His rough fingers cupped my breast, manhandling me – and it felt fucking amazing. His fingertips squeezed my nipple, and I could feel the direct line of pleasure shoot to my pussy.

  We were still kissing when I let go of his ass and cock and began to pull at the waistband of his boxers. He released me, and I tugged his underwear down, bending his massive erection under the material until it sprang free.

  I moaned in anticipation as I sank to my knees. His cock was so gorgeous… and even bigger than I remembered. The head was swollen so tight it looked painful, and a tiny bead of precum glinted on the tip.

  I cupped his balls in my hand, kissed him three, four, five times along his massive shaft… and then took the tip into my mouth.

  Skin so silky smooth against my tongue… the taste of him, salty and sweet… his hardness filling the wet softness of my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he breathed in as I tickled his sack with my fingers, then slowly worked my mouth down on that glorious cock.

  He was so big it was impossible to take much of him – but I had fun trying. I ran my tongue along the underside of his head, felt the scalding heat of his skin on my lips, felt him expand for a second as a single contraction made him grow bigger in my mouth.

  “Oh fuck,” he whispered as I bobbed my head. He took my hair in his hands and stroked it as I thoroughly wet him down.

  He only let me play a moment before he backed away, the head of his cock withdrawing from my lips with a wet pop.

  “What – ?” I asked, but I barely got the word out before those massive arms scooped me up from the floor and cradled me against his chest.

  I shrieked in delight. Before I knew it he was kissing me deeply as he carried me across the den to his bedroom.

  We were still kissing when he stopped moving. Without warning, he threw me down on the bed. I gave another shriek, wondering what was coming next –

  And then both his hands seized my wifebeater.

  My heart thudded in my chest, wondering if this was a bad sign.

  RRRRRrrrrrripppp!

  He tore it in two, the cloth ripping right over my breasts.

  “Oh my God,” I gasped, but his hands were already tugging my underwear down past my ankles. “Jack – ”

  He hoisted my legs up in a V in the air, then lowered his head and began to devour me.

  Kissing, licking, sucking – every inch of my pussy was caressed by his lips. My throbbing clit swelled and ached with every brush of his tongue. I wrapped my legs around his neck and arched my back, moaning as he pushed his tongue deep inside me – then pulled out and began licking me up and down like an ice cream cone.

  I felt my muscles tensing, that rising feeling of heat and pleasure building in my pussy, my belly, throughout my chest –

  And then he stopped.

  “No!” I whimpered, almost crying. I was so close! I hadn’t come since the last time I’d been with him, and I was so fucking close –

  I felt him grab my left ankle, holding it up in the air – and then I saw him take his massive erection in his other hand and line up the wet, swollen head with my pussy.

  “Oh God,” I had time to whisper before he slowly eased his thick cock inside me.

  I came like a rocket.

  I’m not kidding. It was like fireworks going off behind my eyelids as my eyes rolled back in bliss.

  Ecstasy seized my entire body, and I writhed as pleasure surged through every one of my muscles like a tidal wave.

  “Unnhhh,” I groaned as sounds of passion came from somewhere deep and primal inside me.

  When I finally returned to some semblance of normal consciousness, he was looming over me, my legs in the air against his chest, his pelvis pressed against my ass, his cock inside me all the way – filling me up with an ungodly amount of pleasure.

  “You ready?” he asked me as my eyes finally found his.

  “For what?” I asked breathlessly.

  “I’m about to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you,” he growled.

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  Holy fucking God.

  I can’t tell you how many times I came as he fucked me. Fucked me hard, pounding me so savagely I wondered if you could die from coming too much.

  Then easing off… slowly moving inside me, all around, swirling and massaging me. He used that massive thing to put the most delicious pressure on parts of me no other man had ever touched before.

  He manhandled my breasts like a caveman, squeezing them, pinching my nipples as he fucked me – and I growled and cursed at him to do it harder, to fuck me harder.

  He complied.

  We did it in a half-dozen different positions – me on top of him, bobbing up and down, gasping when the tip of his head gave me a deep jolt of pleasurable pain. Loving it as he roughly sucked my nipples, his beard scratching my breasts.

  Doggy style, with him pulling my hair, forcing my head back, dominating me as he pounded away. He slicked his pinky down with his mouth, and just as I was beginning to come, he slowly eased it inside my ass.

  I came even harder, screaming into the bed as I twisted the sheets in my hands.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and fucked me with my legs wrapped around his waist. He took me standing up, slamming me against the wall as he thrust deep inside me. I got on top again, and this time we did it reverse cowgirl. 69, and I had to stop sucking him halfway through because he made me come again, he was licking me so good.

  Twenty minutes and another couple of orgasms later, as we were going at it missionary-style, I noticed that he seemed to be in pain. His face was contorted like he was being tortured.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, worried.

  “Trying… to hang on…” he grunted. “Don’t want to come… just yet…”

  All I could think of was how his cock was going to look as he came – and suddenly I was obsessed.

  “Do it on me,” I whispered. “I want to see it.”

  “Oh Jesus,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me come talking like that…”

  “Come on my stomach – I want to see you come,” I begged him. “Please baby, come on me, I want to see your cock when you come – ”

  “Oh fuck – oh FUCK – ”

  He arched his neck back and bellowed, tendons standing out in his neck like elastic cords. He looked like he was in agony – but he did what I wanted. His cock slipped out of me and appeared between my legs, and I jumped in pleasure as he pumped back and forth between the lips of my pussy.

  Suddenly I felt him spasm, and jets of white cum shot through the air, splashing over my breasts and belly, hot and wet. I came from the ecstatic sight of it – that, and the pressure of his thick, girthy shaft rubbing hard and fast over my throbbing clit.

  I screamed again in pleasure and raked my fingers over his skin. He collapsed next to me, body pressed against my side, his face buried in my neck.

  “Wow… that was a lot…” I whispered, looking at the liquid pooling on my stomach.

  “Uh-huh,” he murmured into my hair.

  “How long since you came?”

  “The last time I was with you.”

  I don’t know why that affected me so powerfully. I mean, I would have been furious if he’d been with anybody else in the last two weeks – but the fact that we were bonded like that… that he had only come with me…

  I felt his cock slide wet but still hard against my leg.

  “…can you keep going?” I whispered in his ear.

  He raised his head and grinned at m
e. “Really?”

  “But gentler this time,” I whispered.

  “Okay,” he said, then looked at my body. “Hold on, I’ll get you a towel.”

  “No,” I said, grabbing his wrist before he could get up. I took the sheet, already soaked in our sweat, and wiped away his cum from my skin.

  “I want you now,” I said, looking him deeply in the eyes as I gently took his cock and guided it between my legs.

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  We did it slower this time. More sensually. He rocked back and forth, deep inside me, with both of us continually looking each other in the eyes.

  I misted up from the overwhelming emotions I felt – joy. Love. Relief at having him back. Tears gathered at the outside corners of my eyelids and slowly trailed down my cheeks. He brushed them away and kissed me gently, his salty lips hot on mine. I came again with soft little moans and cries. My body gripped him, held him deep inside me, and I could feel every inch of him as he filled me up over and over.

  After my tremors subsided, I rolled him over – or rather, I pushed against his chest, and he went with it – and got on top of him without ever letting him slip out of me. I went to work again, my hands braced against his solid chest, my breasts swaying with my body, my hair flowing around my face as I worked him in and out of my pussy… slowly… then quicker… angling my hips so his head hit the most pleasurable spots I could imagine.

  He cupped my breasts, playing with them, stroking them, cupping them, caressing them. Again, we never lost eye contact – except when he would arch up his body and take one nipple in his mouth and suck. I would usually sigh with pleasure, toss back my head, and continue to move sensuously, drawing him deep inside me again.

  By the end my legs were trembling, I had come so much – but I had one last orgasm in me, and I could feel it building.