Ace: The Brimstone Kings MC

by J. J. Marstead

  David stops in front of us and he places Alison’s fruity drink in front of her.

  “What is it?” She asks, looking at the red liquid in the glass.

  “It’s a sex on the beach.” David winks.

  “It’s sweet, and you don’t really taste the alcohol so you should like it.”

  She smirks shaking her head as she looks up at him.

  “I know what a sex on the beach is.”

  Her teasing tone embarrasses him; his cheeks reddening as he turns and walks away.

  Well damn, my girl got David all baffled. I laugh at his reaction until hear the one voice of the person I prayed would not here tonight…. It’s the devil herself, Porsche.

  Well there’s not much I can do. Only a vote can kick her ass out, or if she does something to the club. Then we can give her the boot, but besides that I can’t do a fucking thing about her being here.

  I just hope she doesn’t fuck with Alison or me tonight, because I won’t put up with her shit.

  Alison tenses when she hears Porsches laugh. I give her a tight squeeze of reassurance. She bites her lip as leans up, her lips barely touching mine as she strokes the tip of her nose against mine.

  I bring her closer and inhale her scent. Her hair smells like peaches, and I want to devour her right here. Jesus Christ. I feel my semi-hard cock come alive in my jeans, pushing against my zipper, trying to break free from its confinements.

  She gasps as she feels my erection underneath her thighs, then smirks and wiggles a bit on my lap; little vixen is asking for it.

  I slap her ass and she squeals. “Hey, what was that for,” she shouts as she rubs her ass cheek.

  “Don’t wiggle your sweet little ass on my lap when I’m hard as fuck to just tease me, sweetness, because I swear I will take you back to my room right now and fuck the living shit out of you.” Her eyes widen in lust, and she bites her bottom lip.

  She flutters her eyelashes at me. “Is that a promise,” she asks seductively.

  I groan. Fuck, she’s pretty much begging me to take her to my room and fuck her. My father seems to have just noticed that I’m sitting beside him. He slaps my shoulder. “Hey son,” he slurs. Fuck he’s tanked.

  I laugh as I slap his shoulder as well. “What’s up, Pops?” I ask as he waves David over.

  “Another shot of whiskey,” he says, then turns and notices Alison sitting on my lap.

  “Shit, wait. Make those three shots of whiskey, one for my son, one for myself and one for the pretty lady,” he explains as he gives Alison a grin. She blushes, looking away and my father erupts in a fit of laughter.

  “Don’t be shy, baby girl. You will learn fast that I love teasing.”

  She smiles, nodding as her cheeks are still beet red from his prior comment. That’s one thing about my father. He loves to tease and flirt. How Gale puts up with his stubborn old ass, I will never know. But he wouldn’t touch or harm a woman.

  He raised me to respect women. I know what you’re thinking. I’m a man whore, and will sleep with anything with two legs. Well, they knew what they were getting into before they jumped on my dick. I made it clear there was no intention of a relationship. Pure fucking, no strings attached.

  But that’s all changed now because of the little vixen that is sitting on my lap. Smiling to myself, knowing that this sexy, feisty woman sitting on me is all mine.

  Then my mind goes back to when we were at the club and that fucker Mark wouldn’t stop trying to talk to her. I grit my teeth at the memory. I have a feeling that won’t be the last time we see Mark.

  I need to forget about that. There’s no way in hell he will get the chance to be alone with Alison.

  We’re still sitting at the bar a few drinks later okay a lot of drinks later laughing at jokes that David divulges while we’re taking our shots. Alison is now sitting on the stool beside me, swaying a bit. Shit, her eyes are hooded under her drunken countenance. I think she has had one too many. Man, she’s a lightweight. She’s only had three shots and one fruit drink.

  She’s ballsy when she drinks. She hasn’t been able to keep her hands to herself. She keeps rubbing my dick on top of my pants, sneaking kisses on my neck. She even nibbled on my earlobe. Sweet Jesus, she is torturing me. She will pay for that later.

  I’ve lost count on how many beers and shots I’ve had. I need to take a piss so fucking bad, but I don’t want to leave Alison alone. My father wouldn’t be much help, seeing as Gale just showed up to take him to bed. He stumbles as he walks toward the hallway to their room.

  I signal David over and he leans over a bit on the bar. “What’s up man, need another beer?” he asks as he takes the empty beer bottle that’s in front of me.

  “No man, I’m good. Can you just keep an eye on Alison while I take a piss?” I ask as I stand from the stool.

  “Sure man, no problem,” he says as he starts chatting with Alison, who is now so drunk I’m sure she can’t walk. Well I guess sex tonight is out of the question. I’m sure she will pass out as soon as her pretty little head hits the pillow.

  I head toward the bathroom and I hear giggling and moaning. I stop short as I turn my head. What the fuck? It sounds like it’s coming from my room, but I swear I locked the fucking door earlier, before leaving for the club.

  I turn the handle slowly and open the door wide, only to find Porsche and that fucker Mark from the club fucking on my bed. What the hell is that asshole doing in this clubhouse?

  “What the fuck is going on here?” I shout out as I clench my fists. I’m not pissed that Porsche is fucking another guy. Oh hell no, she can fuck whoever the fuck she wants. But in my room and with that motherfucker that wants my Peaches, I don’t think so. The dude has a fucking death wish.

  Porsche freezes as she hears the deadly sound of my voice, looking at me with her mouth parted, and her eyes widen in shock as she tries to scramble off Mark.

  “Ace, it’s not what it looks like. I’ve been lonely, and you haven’t touched me since she’s been around,” she whispers out as she tries to justify why she’s fucking him. Well, I don’t give a fuck if she’s fucking him, but in my room and on my bed, that’s a different story.

  The fucker is still lying on my bed with a smug look on his face.

  “What the hell are you doing in my room with that son of a bitch? And on my fucking bed on top of that. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I spew out, my body shaking as I try to calm myself.

  I feel a pair of hands touch my arm, and turn my head growling out, “What?” I see it's Alison, and she has a silly smile plastered on her face. My anger dies down.

  She looks around me and her eyes widen as she takes in the view of Mark naked, laying on the bed and Porsche naked, as the day she was born, standing a few feet away.

  I cut my eyes to the bed. I notice Mark’s face fall when he notices the person standing behind me is Alison. I chuckle to myself. Take that, mother fucker.

  “I’m giving you fifty seconds to get your fucking asses out of my room.”

  They hurry to get their clothes that are scattered all over the floor. Porsche runs out of my room with tears running down her face, but I could care less. Just as Mark goes to move by me, I grab him by the neck of his shirt, slamming him into the wall.

  “And you mother fucker, don’t ever and I mean EVER come back here again,” I seethe out, slamming him into the wall once more before releasing him.

  “DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?” I shout in his face.

  He nods as he grits through his teeth.

  “I understand,” He sneaks a quick glance at Alison before he leaves.

  I’m shaking with anger. Alison wraps her arms around my waist from behind. I release a breath. I feel better with Alison’s arms around me.

  I look towards my bed scoffing. Well I won’t be staying in here tonight. Good thing we have spare rooms because there is no way in hell I’m sleeping on that bed now, even if I did change the sheets.

  I’m going to burn that fucking thi
ng out back tomorrow and order a new bed.

  I spin around in Alison’s arms, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Come on, we’re going to go to bed,” I say as I grab her hand to usher her out of the room.

  “Where are we going to sleep?” she asks as she looks at my bed with disgust.

  “Don’t worry, were not staying in here,” I say as we head out of my bedroom.

  As I wake up the next morning with Alison’s leg over my stomach, her lower half of her leg brushes against my rather huge hard on.

  I groan as she tucks herself into my side. Torture. It’s pure fucking torture. She wiggles a little before she wakes up, looking into my eyes as she smiles.

  “Good morning,” she whispers as she tries to hide her body under the covers.

  “How’s your head this morning, Peaches?” I ask as I move her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

  She gives me the brightest smiles. “Actually, my head doesn’t feel too bad. I’m surprised because of the amount I drank last night.” She giggles.

  It looks like she can handle the liquor in her system better than I thought. I lean down to give her a kiss but she backs away. I narrow my eyes in question and she shakes her head.

  “Morning breath,” she says softly. I chuckle at how cute she is.

  “Peaches, I don’t give a fuck. I want your lips. I could care less about morning breath,” I whisper huskily in her ear.

  I place my hand gently under her chin, leaning down until my lips barely touch hers. She reaches down between us and places her hand into my boxers. She slowly starts stroking me from the base of my cock to tip. I groan loudly as she continues her assault.

  I flip her onto her back and take advantage of her neck that’s exposed, kissing my way down her neck. She moans lightly as I reach her chest. There’s nothing but the bed sheet covering her naked body. I slowly pull the sheet free from her and groan as I see her nipples hard, begging for my attention.

  Leaning over her, I lightly run my tongue over her harden nipples. She pushes her body up against mine. She wants more of my delicious tongue, which has her body singing with every swipe.

  After I’ve had enough with one, I turn my attention to the other. She’s wilting under me, grabbing my hair as I continue to suck her nipple into my mouth.

  “I need to feel you, Ace. Now…please stop teasing,” She breathes out, moaning heavily.

  “Don’t worry Peaches. I will make you feel so good,” I say against her breast as I suck her nipple into my mouth once more, applying more suction and releasing it with a loud pop.

  “Fuck yes,” she purrs as she pulls on my hair. Fuck if it’s one thing I love, its hair pulling, and with Peaches doing it, man I’m going to blow my load right here.

  I slide in between her legs. She’s staring at me through hooded eyes; grinding herself on me, letting me know what she wants. Well, who am I to deny her? Lining myself up at her entrance, I push in slowly. Fuck she’s tight, and she feels like heaven.

  Her breathing has deepened as she holds onto my forearms.

  “More,” she exclaims as she lifts her ass wanting more of my cock.

  “Well…look who’s being greedy,” I chuckle out as I halt my movement. The look in her eyes tells me she will flip us over and fuck the ever living shit out of me, if I don’t fucking move soon. Hell, it’s fucking hot, watching her under me, panting and wanting more.

  I think I’ve tortured her enough. I slam myself home and she screams out in pleasure and pain. I stop for a second letting her adjust to my size.

  “You good?” I ask as I clench teeth. The feeling is amazing. She’s so warm and tight.

  She nods her head as she lifts her ass once more, “Please move, Ace. Fuck me,” she responds with a seductive grin on her face.

  Just hearing her telling me to fuck her is the last straw. I snap. I fuck her just like she asked me too, and I don’t stop until both of us are shouting out our release.

  As I lay beside Alison, we both try to catch our breath. Shit that was fucking intense. She kisses my chest as she runs her fingers over my stomach.

  “What are your plans for the day?” I ask as I lightly rub her arm with my fingertips. She groans as she moves to stretch.

  “I have no plans besides going out for lunch with Tammy later,” she mumbles as she sits up.

  “Be right back. I need to use the washroom.” She blushes as she gets up and runs to the bathroom.

  As she takes care of her business in the bathroom, I stretch my arms over my head, my back cracking as I groan.

  Alison comes out of the bathroom a moment later.

  “I have to get going in a bit. Can you give me a ride home?” she asks as she grabs her underwear and bra that’s on the floor at the end of the bed.

  She puts her bra and undies on and she looks around for her clothes. “Ummm…have you seen where my clothes are?” she asks looking around. I chuckle at her. God, she’s cute when she’s blushing.

  I sit up in bed, swinging my feet over and my feet hit the floor. I look down as I feel something under my foot. I see its Alison’s clothes from last night. I chuckle to myself and grab them off of the floor.

  “Peaches,” I chuckle out. She turns around to face me and I toss her clothes at her laughing at the bewildered look on her face.

  “Ass,” she mutters as she gets dressed.

  I get dressed quickly and as Alison walks into the bathroom, I follow behind her, and wrap my arms around her waist, resting my head on her shoulder. I place a quick kiss on her neck, which I know she loves.

  She fusses with her hair. “Oh my God, I have sex hair,” she mumbles out.

  Just seeing her facial expression in the mirror, throws me into a fit of laughter as she slaps my arm and pushes me out of the bathroom.

  Shaking my head and laughing, I grab my boots and make my way to the chair beside the bed, placing them on my feet.

  Alison comes out a few minutes later. She’d somewhat tamed her sex hair the best she could. She blushes as she sees me staring at her from the corner of her eye. She grabs her shoes and slips them on and she turns to me.

  “Ready,” she says as she walks toward the door, waiting before turning the handle. All I can do is stare at her. She’s so beautiful, and it’s like she doesn’t even know it. I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

  “Well, are you coming, or are you just going to stare at me all day?” She opens the door and walks out into the hall leaving me there lost in thought. Little minx.

  I jump up from the chair and run after her.

  As we get to her apartment, I notice Vipers bike parked on the street. I guess him and Tammy had a good night. Alison giggles as she points to it.

  She shakes her head and she heads into the hallway of the building. We walk up to her door and she twists the handle, but it doesn’t budge. I guess Viper hasn’t let Tammy out of the bedroom yet.

  Alison grabs her keys out of her purse and opens the door. As soon as we walk through we hear Tammy giggle then moan, and Alison looks at me wide eyed.

  “Oh my God, they aren’t in Tammy’s room. That sounded like it came from the living room,” she hisses out shocked. We walk slowly toward the living.

  I grab Alison’s arm, stopping her from going forward. I don’t want her seeing Viper buck fucking naked, which I’m sure he is if he’s in the living room, I know for a fact that he has her bent over the couch fucking her from behind. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen him fucking. I’ve seen him plenty of times at the club house. That was before he started chasing Tammy.

  I walk towards the opening of the living from the hallway. The first thing I see is Vipers fucking ass as he thrusts into Tammy.

  I clear my throat loudly. Viper only misses a beat for a second. He turns his head my way and smirks, “What are you doing here,” he grunts as continues to fuck her.

  Tammy on the other hand, isn’t having it. She slaps Viper’s hands that are on her hips holding her in place.

&
nbsp; “Viper, seriously. What the fuck?”

  I turn around to give Tammy some privacy to get dressed and I walk back into the hall. Alison is just standing there wide eyed.

  “Well, you assumed right. They were fucking on the couch.” She gasps.

  “Oh my god, they were seriously fucking on the couch? I sit on that couch!” She walks around me to move toward the living room.

  I follow behind her. Viper better have his fucking pants on, because I wouldn’t want to beat his ass. As soon as we enter the living room, I see both of them fully dressed. Releasing the breath I didn’t even know I was holding, I notice Viper standing there with a smirk on his face. Asshole.

  Tammy excuses herself for a minute. She leaves and Viper follows her. Alison is staring at the couch with a disgusted look on her face. I chuckle because I’m pretty sure we would be doing the same thing, but I’m guessing she doesn’t like the idea of walking in on her sister fucking some guy on the couch.

  I remember she’s so innocent. It’s cute to see her riled up.

  Alison walks toward the kitchen where Tammy and Viper are talking in hush tones. I raise a brow as I look at Viper, but he just shakes his head and leaves.

  Huh, I wonder what that was about. Tammy looks like she’s about to cry. Alison must sense something, because she turns to me and from the look in her eyes, I know she wants to be alone with her sister.

  I lean down and kiss her forehead.

  “I will see you later Peaches,” I mumble against her forehead. She walks me to the front door and she grabs my arm, stopping me from leaving. She brings me to her and places a soft kiss on my lips.

  She backs away. “See you later, Ace,” she whispers in the sweetest voice.

  Jesus, off to a cold shower I go.

  As I pull up to the clubhouse, I see a few of the guys standing around the garage. I walk over to see what everyone is up too. Viper is sitting down on a bench with Destiny on his lap. What the fuck? That stupid motherfucker. This isn’t going to end well.

  I grab a beer from the cooler and make my way around, talking to a couple of the guys, and then I get in front of Viper. I shake my head as I stare down at him. “How was Tammy this morning?” I ask him as I take a sip of my beer.