Ace: The Brimstone Kings MC

by J. J. Marstead

  “Listen here you little shit. She told you no, countless times. So leave her the fuck alone, or you will have me to deal with. Got it?” I snarl out inches away from his face.

  He backs away from me, throwing his hands up “Yeah, yeah I got it.” He says. He turns to leave; then he stops taking a quick look at Alison. Alison is standing there holding herself with her arms with a worried expression on her face.

  He winks at her as he walks back to his table, that son of a… I walk up behind him, just as I’m about to grab the little bastard, I feel arms wrap around my arms pulling me back.

  “What the fuck, get off of me Viper,” I hiss out in annoyance.

  “Calm the fuck down man,” He grunts as he tries to keep his hold on me. I calm down once I hear her voice.

  “Ace, please just leave it. He’s just trying to get you worked up,” She mentions as she steps in front of me chewing on her bottom lip... She must have come out from behind the bar when I was following Mark. I grab her and I bring her to me. I place my lips on hers; she grips the back of my head with her delicate fingers holding me in place. She bites my bottom lip, growling as I pick her up and sit her on the stool.

  “Now Peaches, that wasn’t very nice. If you keep that up I will fuck the living shit out of you but right now isn’t the best time,” I mention as I nod my head toward Mark and the Pandora’s.

  She pulls away, shyly looking everywhere but at me, “I don’t want to provoke him Ace, let’s finish this later,” She purrs out as she gives me a quick little peck on my lips. She turns around and heads back behind the bar.

  I growl out as I pull her to me, I place my lips over hers, kissing her softly before I let her go. Man, she’s trying to kill me; I can only take so much before I begin ripping her clothes off.

  Mark hasn’t tried anything else since he went back to his table with his buddies. Alison has been working non-stop, the club is fucking packed. I’ve been sitting here talking with Viper for the last hour.

  Alison is shooting out drinks left and right to people sitting at the bar, having small talk with a few regulars I’m guessing. I know that Alison has helped out at the club before. Viper told me before that Tammy’s sister helps out once in a while when they’re short staffed.

  There’s one thing she doesn’t know; the club owns this strip club. I’m sure she wouldn’t like it too much if she knew I fucked every single woman here at least once. Well except for Tammy, I haven’t touched her; Viper would have blown a gasket. Bro’s before Hoe’s thing, blah blah blah.

  Porsche is dancing tonight; I can see Alison looking up every once in and while checking to see if I’m watching, but the truth is the only girl I’m watching is Alison as she moves gracefully behind the bar.. I can see her head spinning with doubts.

  What can I do to prove to her that I’m in this, even if I haven’t done the whole relationship thing before, I fucking want her. I will remind her tonight just how much I want her. Flashbacks of her sweet little moans as I fucked her and how tight her pussy was, great I feel my pants getting a little tighter. Fuck.

  I turn to Viper, “Hey man, are you going back to the clubhouse after this?” I ask as I take a sip of my warm beer.

  “Not tonight, I’m heading to Tammy’s place. So I suggest you and Alison head to the club because I know for a fact, we’re not going to be getting much sleep tonight. What happened in the storage room was just an appetizer.” He chuckles, smirking as he stares at Tammy. I shake my head laughing.

  The club is closing up; Tom kicked everyone out, locking the door behind us. I hear a squeal, I look to my right and I see Viper grabbing Tammy’s ass as he kisses her neck, I chuckle as I put my arm around Alison and we move towards my bike.

  There’s a party like usual happening tonight at the clubhouse. Alison runs her hands over the bulge in my pants as we make our way to the clubhouse. Fuck! She’s going to be the death of me. The sooner I get her to the club… The sooner I can get her underneath me moaning and screaming my name in ecstasy, the better…

  Chapter 13

  Just knowing that she’s here at the club with her snotty bitch of a sister, I knew I would be seeing Tammy’s face again because she works here, but not only do I have to see Tammy’s face, I have to endure her fucking ugly ass bitch of a sister. She’s everywhere I turn… She’s always with Ace. She will see it was a mistake being with Ace, just as soon as I’m done with her.

  I spin around the pole, shaking what the men love to see, what the men would kill to have. Why can’t Ace see that? My mood sours as I think of that bitch with Ace.

  I look up towards the bar where miss perfect is. Tending to drunken men getting refills upon refills, I notice she seems taken back by the man standing in front of her, he’s leaning over the bar a little talking to her. She seems shocked and scared all at once. Humm… This could be interesting.

  I reach around behind my back to untie my skimpy bra, I focus on the guy that is still sitting at the bar talking with Alison. I know for a fact he’s a biker, he’s wearing a leather cut.

  I can’t see the lettering on his cut, showing which MC he’s with. I move toward the end of the stage, swaying my hips as I walk, taking my bra off slowly. I hear whistles and ‘yeah baby’ being called out, I throw the bra to one of the men sitting at the front of the stage, and he catches it with a huge smile on his face.

  My eyes are glued to the man’s cut as I dance. I’m finally able to see the lettering, in big writing on the back of his cut ‘Pandora’s MC.'

  Hmmm, I wonder why a member from there would be talking to her, she must know him. Maybe he’s an old friend? No that couldn’t be it, she would be happy to see an old friend, wouldn’t she? I would have to say an old boyfriend, lover perhaps.

  I can use this to my advantage; it’s clear that he wants her. I smile to myself as I finish my set. I walk over towards the table where the other dancers sit before and after each a set.

  As I park my behind on the chair, I sigh as I grab the drink on the table before me and down it in one shot.

  “Jesus, Porsche a bit thirsty?” Cherry says smirking as she swirls the ice in her brandy.

  “Yes, I’m thirsty you bitch, I was up there for two sets dancing my little ass off while you were here drinking your precious brandy.” I hiss out as Cherry breaks out, laughing.

  “Oh Honey, you love the attention you get when you dance, so don’t give me that shit,” She replies smirking. I can’t deny it, I do love it.

  The doors to the club open wide as Ace and Viper walk in, I get excited for a second thinking he’s here for me, but it’s squashed as soon as I see the smile on his face when he sees Alison. I can’t help but smirk as I see the man from the Pandora MC is still sitting there talking with Alison, oh this should be good.

  I see Ace and that guy have a heated argument over that stupid bitch, what the hell is it with her? Does she have a golden pussy or something?

  Drink after drink, I see Alison and Ace talking and laughing… Having a great time, it’s making my stomach turn at the affection they are showing each other.

  The affection he should be showing me, not her. He doesn’t even fucking know her; we’ve known each other since we were kids. I should be on his arm, in his bed, his old lady. Not some brat who is barely legal.

  I shake my head; my buzz from all the drinks is wearing off just thinking of those two love birds, it pisses me off. I stand up from the table; the girls are giggling about some guy’s cock that Kitty sucked half hour ago.

  Cherry tilts her head up looks up at me through narrow eyes.

  “Where are you going, Porsche? Please tell me you aren’t going over to Ace while he’s with Alison. You know that won’t go well for you, he’s already told you multiple times, no.” She hisses out as she tries to grab my hand to sit me back down.

  I shake her hand off and I shake my head, “Don’t worry, I’ve heard him loud and clear, but my sights are on someone else tonight, I’m sure he can help me in more ways than
one,” A corrupt laugh escapes my mouth, Cherry is shaking her head in discouragement.

  Fuck this; I don’t need any of their approval. I look up at my prey for the night. Hopefully, he can help me in more ways than one.

  I slowly walk up to the table where the Pandora bikers are swaying my hips with every step. I notice they are all older; if I would guess, in their thirty’s maybe even forties, but that guy that was talking with Alison earlier can’t be more than twenty-five. Being this close, his features make him seem young, but his eyes tell a different story.

  As I stand in front of the group, they don’t notice me at first, I clear my throat and their heads snap up, and their eyes rake up and down my body.

  My victim of the night looks me up and down as I smile at him, “Hey handsome would you like a private show?” I ask as I run my fingers up and down his forearm, he gives me a crooked grin as he grabs my hand pulling me to him, with each leg on either side of him, I squeal out as I straddle his lap.

  His breath, hot on my neck as he moves up to my ear, he whispers seductively, “Private show does that include me fucking you hard; from behind like the little slut you are?” I release a shuddering sigh; I nod my head in agreement as he sets me on my feet.

  He slaps me on the ass as he stands up “Lead the way.”

  As I close the door to the private room, he walks toward the couch; he sits down with a grunt of approval as I walk slowly towards him, with my hands behind my back unclasping my bra. I slowly remove my bra throwing it on the table in front of the couch.

  His eyes roam over my breasts as he reaches down to his pants and adjusts himself.

  “Come here,” He says as he motions me to come forward. As I stand in front of him, he runs the back of his hand on the inside of my thighs, causing me to shiver with the excitement.

  He then rubs me over my panties. “What’s your name,” He asks as he continues to torture me with his fingers.

  “Porsche,” My breathing is erratic as I close my eyes letting the pleasure of his fingers wash over me.

  “What’s your name handsome,” I whisper, my breath catching in my throat as he works his fingers over my clit through my panties.

  “Mark, and believe me you won’t forget it either, because you will be screaming it out as I fuck you raw from behind,” He mentions as he leans forward biting my thigh.

  I decide it’s best to figure out a way to get him to talk about Alison and see why they were together talking so I can use him in my plan to break them apart. I hope he can help because I don’t think I can pull this off by myself.

  “The girl you were talking to earlier, Alison how do you know her?” I whisper in his ear, he runs his fingers through my hair gripping tight to the point where I have tears in my eyes, and he yanks me back so his face is inches from mine.

  “What about her?” He hisses out defensively.

  I look at him through my watery eyes, “I want to split her and Ace up,” I spit out fast so he can release the pressure of his grip in my hair. Just as I assume, he loosens his grip in my hair and releases me, I lean away from him, and he narrows his eyes at me.

  “Well, now that is interesting… Because I want Alison, with me where she belongs not with that dumb fucker,” He spits out.

  I smirk, knowing that I have my partner for my plan to breaking them up and we will succeed. They won’t know what hit them.

  “Now before we make a plan, let’s get down to business, shall we? You’re supposed to be riding my cock right now,” He says as he grabs me by the waist, placing me at the edge of the couch he bends me over. I hear him unzipping his jeans, I look behind me just as he drags them down pass his hips, he grabs a condom from his wallet, and he puts it on.

  “You ready baby?” He asks as he slides my panties to the side, I nod my head, without warning he rams into me, causing me to scream out in pleasure and pain.

  His thrusts are fast and hard causing me to lose my grip on the couch; I grab the couch as tight as I can... The only sounds that you hear is skin slapping skin and my moans of pleasure and his grunts of pure ecstasy.

  He continues his powerful thrusts in and out of my now sore pussy, he’s a little rougher than I’m used too, but I love it just the same. He has this power of dominance about him that drives me wild. Which is causing me to become even more turned on, and my pussy starts to pulse as I’m close to coming.

  He grabs the base of my neck and holds me tight as he rams into me repeatedly and I lose it, coming like a hurricane, I scream out his name as he continues to fuck me. He slaps my ass hard enough that I’m sure it will leave a mark; he leans over and bites my neck hard as he comes.

  “Jesus, fuck,” He grunts out as he stills inside of me.

  He discards the condom in the trash beside the couch, he pulls his pants back up in place; zipping his jeans he takes a seat beside me on the couch. He grabs his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he smirks as he lights the cigarette that is hanging between his lips.

  “Now onto the business at hand… What the fuck, are we going to do about Alison and that dip shit?” He exclaims and he takes a long drag, inhaling then blowing it out he sighs in relief as if the smoke he just inhaled is his lifeline.

  This bitch better be able to help me get Alison back to where she belongs, right beside me. I was fucking stupid and fucked that all up once upon a time, but I'm older now; harder... Unbreakable, my body has filled out; my muscles are more defined.

  I remember the first time I saw Alison; I close my eyes, remembering it like it was yesterday, she looked so lonely on the bench outside at lunch hour. She was reading a book for English class possibly and when she lifted her eyes from the book and she stared right at me, it was like she cast a spell on me. I was watching her from afar at first, till I was able to get enough courage to approach her.

  One day… There was this guy that was known for being a prick for treating all the girls like a wet hole to stick his dick in and nothing more. He was leaning over into Alison and she seemed to be uncomfortable with him being that close, something inside me snapped that day and I was not going to go unnoticed anymore.

  I wanted her to see me, love me like I’d grown to love her by just watching her every day.

  I can tell just by her body language; she’s scared. I walk up to Alison and that fucking idiot who is now leaning in way too close for my liking. As I make it in front of them, her head snaps up, and I see a small smile of happiness knowing that she won’t be alone with this creep for much longer. Dumb shit looks up from Alison, narrowing his eyes at me like I’m an ant that he wants to squash with his shoe.

  “Can I help you dude?” He says as he holds onto Alison’s arm, just seeing him touching her makes me see red.

  “Yeah, get your fucking hands off my girlfriend and walk the fuck away,” I growl out as I ball my fists ready to strike this fucker if need be.

  He starts shaking his head as he puts his hands up, “Shit, bro didn’t know she was taken,” He rushes out to say as I step forward and pull Alison’s shaking body to mine. She rests her head on my chest, she raises her head to look at me, and I hear the sweetest voice I have ever heard come from her lips.

  “Thank you,” She whispers as she places her head back to my chest.

  I narrow my eyes at the fucker who is still standing there, he swallows loudly as he starts backing away almost tripping on the bench; he turns around taking off as fast as he came.

  I lift her head, placing her hair behind her ear; I smile “No problem. You seemed like you needed, saving.” I mention as I bring her to the bench she usually seats at every lunch hour.

  She smiles as we sit, looking at me from the corner of her eyes, “So, what is the name of my savior?” She asks softly her voice so delicate.

  “The name’s Mark and you are?” I ask hoping to hear my name on those beautiful lips.

  “Nice to meet you, Mark; my name is Alison,” She says as she places her hand out to mine, placing my much larger hand on her smal
ler one, we shake. Starting a friendship that soon blossoms into something more.

  From that day forward we were inseparable.

  I’m like an addict; I’m hooked, and she won’t be able to escape me. Never!

  Alison will be mine again…

  It’s just a matter of time.

  Chapter 14

  We just arrive at the clubhouse and find there are tons of people drinking. One couple is in the corner and by the looks of it, he’s finger fucking her. I look down at Alison, praying she doesn’t flip out. She stares at the couple for a moment with a shocked face before turning her head away and blushing.

  Well, that’s not what I expected her reaction to be. Hummm... It seems like she likes to watch. Interesting. I’ll have to keep that in mind.

  I move towards the bar with Alison in tow and I grab a seat at the bar beside my father, who is chatting with David. I pull Alison onto my lap.

  “Would you like something to drink Peaches?” I ask as I run my hand down her back and over her ass, giving it a light grab, causing her to squeal.

  “I don’t know if I should be drinking tonight…There’s a lot of people here, and I don’t want to make an ass out of myself,” she mumbles out as she drops her head.

  “Yo David, get Alison here something sweet to drink, and I’ll take a beer,” I shout out over the music. I look around the clubhouse to see who is here; pretty much everyone is here partying and having a good time.

  I pray that Porsche doesn’t show up to stir up trouble. I don’t need the fucking drama tonight.

  Alison leans her head onto my shoulder. Her hand reaches down, and she grabs me through my jeans.

  Fuck. Running my hand through her hair, I give it a light tug. Her breathing becomes erratic as I bring my lips to touch her ear. “It’s not nice to fucking tease, Peaches,” I hiss out through my teeth as she applies more pressure to my groin area.