by Jenika Snow
Mayhem cupped the back of her head.
“I mean I knew he was destructive, but this whole situation with the Cardonas went over the line, and then your club got involved. Someone is hanging on to his life, and all I can feel is this hatred for Nate, even if I’m worried about him.” She squeezed her eyes tight. “I’m sorry about getting you involved, getting your club mixed up and hurt because of my brother and his issues.”
“Shh,” he said, and pulled back to look down at her. “You don’t need to apologize. I knew what I was getting into when I gave you the money, and my club knew what the fuck they were doing when they insisted on coming with me last night.” He smoothed his thumbs over her cheeks. “Your brother is one big fuck-up. I won’t lie about that, but I can understand loyalty and love, even in the face of carelessness and selfishness.”
“As much as I’m so angry with him, he’s all I have.” She rose on her toes and kissed him softly, and she saw the way his nostrils flared and this brief flash of surprise covered his expression. “But the apology and thank you wasn’t the only reason I wanted to talk to you.”
“No?” He sounded harder, his voice thicker.
She took a deep breath, knowing she wanted to be totally honest, even if it would sound a bit crazy. “We hardly know each other, aside from the sexual aspect of this situation.” She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “But when I’m with you I feel something else, something stronger. It started to be more than sex with me, if that even makes sense.” She saw him open his mouth, as if he was about to say something, but she shook her head, stopping him. “Let me finish, please,” she whispered. “And then last night when I didn’t know if you’d been hurt, I got so worried. I felt like this tearing in my chest at the thought that something had happened to you.”
“Butters,” he groaned out her name and closed his eyes for a second. “Baby, I am so fucking glad you said that.”
She was a bit surprised, because honestly she hadn’t known what he would say, but she hadn’t thought he’d be happy about this. Mayhem seemed like a man that didn’t like surprises, and she thought her admitting how she felt would have been one big shock. “You are?”
He nodded. “I have wanted you from the very beginning. It might have just been about fucking when I was trying to get at you, but I realized I would never have offered to help you in the way I did if I didn’t feel more for you. You’re something special, and I don’t want you to leave after this week is over with.”
Her heart started beating faster.
“Call me a selfish bastard, or a sentimental fucker, I don’t care, but it’s the truth. Thinking about any other asshole touching you, hell, just talking or looking at you makes me feel so damn possessive, and I know that means something. You mean something pretty damn special to me, baby.”
Her breath left her in a whoosh, and she threw her arms around his neck, holding herself close to him.
“I want you as my old lady. I want you as my woman.”
Until he’d said those words she hadn’t realized how much she’d wanted that.
“Do you want that, baby?”
She nodded and smiled. “Fuck yeah.”
He started laughing, and then leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. The kiss started off slow and easy, but it took no time at all to become heated and intense.
Mayhem grabbed Butters behind her head, tangled his fingers in her hair, pulled her impossibly closer, and groaned against her mouth. They were really doing this, just jumping in head first.
He pulled back, breathing hard, heavy. They stared at each other for several seconds, the heat and arousal bouncing between them, and intensifying until she was suffocating from it. She pulled back another inch, trying to breathe, to get more air into her lungs.
“I want you so badly right now, baby.” His voice was low, hoarse, and there was a touch of dominance in it. There was a part of Mayhem—a massive part—that commanded people without having to do much more than give them a look. She supposed that’s what made him such a badass VP in the club, that had people afraid of him and what he could do.
“Tell me again you want to be mine,” he said and looked down at her lips.
“I want you, want to be with you,” she said without hesitation.
He closed his eyes and breathed out. “Butters, baby,” he said softly. He brushed the pad of his thumb along her cheek again.
His eyes were so blue, so vibrant. Butters felt herself leaning forward, felt his warm and sweet smelling breath brush along her lips, and shivered.
He tightened his fingers into her hair even more, until the pain mixed with her already climbing and repressed arousal, and then broke free into this explosive tingling sensation along her entire body.
He searched her face with his gaze. “Ever since that first day I saw you talking shit to a customer, I knew I had to have you.” He was shirtless, hell, didn’t even have anything aside from his towel on. He was covered in ink and so damn big and muscular. She wanted him now, and didn’t want to stop this.
His lips were close to hers again that if he just leaned forward an inch he could kiss her. She was so desperate for him.
“No one will ever have you but me, Butters.”
She closed her eyes and exhaled this stuttering gust of air. Butters was filled with lust, need, and desperation. Her heart was thundering, and she swore her wetness was soaking clean through her panties.
She stared at his body, at the sheer power he exuded. He was so much bigger than her five-foot-four frame, at least a foot taller. Lowering her gaze to his crotch, she felt her heart pick up at the massive looking bulge pressing against the material of his towel, almost demanding to be free.
“I need you, baby. Christ, I need you.” And then he had his mouth on hers and his tongue speared between her lips. She wasn’t kissing a biker, a killer, or a dangerous man. No, she was kissing Mayhem, the man she’d realized she wanted in her life for more than this deal they’d made.
He slid his hands down her shoulders, over her arms, and gripped her waist tightly, clenching his fingers into her hips and releasing them again. Tilting her head to the side, Butters deepened the kiss. He groaned, and she loved that she’d been the one to bring that out in him.
He started walking them backward until she felt the cold, hard wall greet her. He hadn’t broken the kiss, and the deep rumbles that left him had her inner muscles clenching almost painfully. Mayhem opened his mouth wider and deepened the kiss, and then moved his hands to the edge of her shirt and started to slowly lift it up.
She wasn’t about to stop this, and in fact wished he’d be more frantic, just tear the material away. He was grinding his erection into her belly now, and a gasp left her at the huge feel of it. Butters may know what it felt to have him in her ass and pussy, but that didn’t mean she still wasn’t surprised by the sheer size and girth of him.
She let her head fall back against the wall, and she closed her eyes. Butters placed her hands on his pecs and gently pushed him away, something that was hard as hell. He took a stumbled step back, his head downcast and his blue eyes trained right on her. He was breathing so hard.
They stood there several more seconds, neither speaking, but the sexual chemistry and electricity bouncing between them. She’d pushed him away not to stop this, but to progress it, to be more wanton. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it all the way up and over her head.
“I want you to fuck me, to really make me yours,” she breathed out, knowing this was exactly what she wanted and needed.
Chapter Sixteen
Mayhem stared down at her chest, and she saw him clench his hands into tight balls at his sides. He moved his gaze up and down her body.
“Fuck, look at you, baby,” he said and ran a hand over his mouth. “Your body is so fucking gorgeous.” And then he was right in front of her again, kissing her, licking her lips and sucking her tongue into his mouth as he ground his erection into her bare belly now.
They deepened the kiss, and Butters
wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
“I want to be inside of you.”
They slid their tongues together, and she felt like he wasn’t just kissing her, but mouth-fucking her. She started shifting on her feet, the pulse between her thighs intense.
He broke the kiss and started dragging his lips up and down her throat, murmuring along the way. He sucked at the base of her neck, and she let her head fall back against the wall, hearing it thump from the contact.
She breathed out his name, because that was as far as her voice would travel. He pressed his erection into her belly again, harder this time. She moaned low in her throat.
God, I want this.
“I want you inside of me.”
“Fuck, Butters.”
She swore she felt his cock jerk behind the towel. It seemed they wouldn’t be making it to the bed, but that was fine, because being fucked against the wall was erotic as hell. In the next second, Mayhem tore off his towel. His black hair was wet and disheveled, and his blue eyes were still half-lidded.
All Butters could do was stare at the hard outlines of his muscles, at the way his shoulders were so broad, at how his pecs were so defined. His abdomen was rippled from his six-pack and framed by that V of muscle. And then there were his hard, bulging biceps and the colorful and dark ink that covered every inch of him that she could see.
She swallowed the hard lump in her throat and saw that he looked the epitome of controlled and dominating. This time felt different. This wasn’t about his need to control her, to fuck her because he’d gotten her out of her brother’s debt. This was about him claiming her as his own, and it felt incredible, made everything more heightened.
He took a step closer to her, and she lowered her gaze to his erection. He was close enough to her again that when he finally reached out and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, he didn’t have to lean in to kiss her. But that soft, slow kiss started to became frantic, hard, and almost violent in its eroticism.
He cupped her breasts, clenching and unclenching the mounds through the material of her bra, and in the next instant he had that article of clothing pulled from her body. She felt the tug of the elastic and underwire on her flesh as he ripped it from her, and heard the sound of fabric rending.
Her jeans and panties were next to go, and then they were pressed together naked, his cock hard on her belly, his piercings warming with each passing second as they rubbed on her overheated flesh. The tip of his dick was slickened with his pre-cum. His hands on her breast were almost painful as he squeezed and released her flesh, and then he slid those hands down her sides, moved one of them to cup her ass, and had the other one right over her pussy. A gasp left her when he speared his fingers through her soaked folds, and the gruff sound he made had her heart beating faster.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he murmured against her throat as he continued to move his fingers up and down.
He teased her for several more seconds, rubbing her clit every time he stroked his fingers up her cleft, teasing her hole on every down stroke, and leaving her so thoroughly on edge that she was ready to beg him to fuck her. He removed his hand, brought it up to his mouth, and spread her wetness, which was clearly visible on the digits, across his lips.
He spread them along the top, and then bottom lip, and before Butters could say anything, or even make a sound of deep-rooted need, Mayhem was kissing her.
He made her taste herself on him, almost demanding she surrender as he gripped her hair behind her head and tugged at the strands. She stroked his tongue with hers, and moaned at the musky flavor of her wetness on his lips.
And with one last drag across the stiff peak Mayhem stepped away only long enough to grab a condom from his wallet tucked in the back pocket of his jeans on the floor, and slide it on. At least he was coherent enough to think rationally and use protection.
He gripped the cheeks of her ass in a painful hold, and lifted her with a strength that made her feel petite and small.
Mouth parting on its own when she felt his length press to her slit, Butters wrapped her arms around his neck, thrust her breasts against the hardness of his chest, and was now the one kissing him brutally. It was like a floodgate was opened, and all of her passion, desire, and need for Mayhem, all of her emotions and feelings, came bursting through.
Never breaking the kiss, Mayhem lifted her into his arms, grabbed his cock, and placed the tip at her entrance. With her legs now wrapped around his waist, and her back still to the wall, he was able to thrust into her in one fluid, savage motion. Butters had to stop the kiss and gasp at the feel of being stretched so fully by him. When he started thrusting in powerful strokes, Butters knew she would come within minutes.
“Christ, baby,” he panted against the side of her neck and never stopped pumping in and out of her. “Yeah. That’s it, baby. That is so fucking it. Squeeze that pussy around my cock, suck that spunk from me.” He grunted and groaned against her. Their flesh was already becoming slick with their combined sweat, and she held onto his shoulders tighter as he became frantic in his motions. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He scraped his teeth along her neck, and a shiver worked its way through her whole body before taking root in her clit. Every time he thrust into her the base of his erection rubbed the hard bundle of nerves and had her silently crying out.
“Yes.”
“So good, baby. You’re so fucking tight and hot, and so damn wet for me.” He took control of her mouth with his once more, but this time it was a sloppy, heated, and almost angry kiss. He held her weight up effortlessly, his muscles immense.
Neither of them could control themselves, and as their bodies grew damper from perspiration, and their touches became painfully good, she knew she’d come harder than she ever had, because her emotions were in play, as well.
With his cock still buried inside of her and his mouth on hers, he moved them away from the wall once more. Butters knew she had to be hurting him by digging her nails into his back, but all he did was grunt against her mouth, tighten his hold on her ass, and fuck her harder. He turned and carried her to the bed, went onto his back, and then she was the one on top of him, taking control.
With her legs on either side of him now, straddling his narrow hips and placing her hands flat on his chest, Butters started riding him. Up and down, faster and harder she rode him, slammed her pussy down on his thick cock until her breasts were bouncing almost painfully. Mayhem stared up at them with this hooded expression, his fingers on her ass cheeks, his nails digging into her flesh. He was helping her along by lifting his hips in time with her pressing herself down on him. The sensations were incredible.
He spread the cheeks, slipped his fingers between them, and touched her anus. Everything inside of her tightened, heightened. “That’s it, Butters. I want you to come, to cream all over my dick.”
And just like that she was getting off, giving herself over to all of this, to Mayhem, and not wanting to look back.
****
Mayhem was going to fucking come just watching his woman get off. She wanted to be his, to be his old lady, and fucking hell did that make him feel like he was high. His gaze was glued to the sight of her breasts bouncing up and down as she rode the hell out of his cock, as she came and let herself go. He touched her asshole, rubbed that tight little hole, and loved that she was so receptive to his touch.
He was trying hard not to get off just yet, because he wanted this moment prolonged, wanted to wait until she was sated, until her pleasure dimed slightly and she could breathe.
He inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his dick, and he had to grit his teeth so he didn’t come right then. When her face relaxed and he could see her orgasm was dimming, he wrapped his arm around her waist, grabbed onto her ass cheek with his other hand, and he rose up just enough that he could shift so she was the one on her back now.
Pushing her thighs apart, Mayhem slid all the way back into her. He groaned gutturally. Sweat line
d his brow and dripped down his face to cover her belly. He leaned back on his haunches and looked down where their bodies connected.
“Fuck, Butters.” Those words left him on a strangled groan as he saw the way her pussy stretched around his cock. She was all pink and soaked flesh, and stretched so wide around the girth of his dick that the member actually jerked on its own. His balls drew up tight with his imminent orgasm. He wouldn’t last.
He placed his thumb right on her clit and rubbed the hell out of that little bud. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from her face, not when she looked like she was in so much pleasure. When she arched her back, thrusting her big breasts out, and cried out, coming once again, he finally let himself go.
Mayhem leaned forward, bracing his hands on the bed beside her head, and grunted as he came hard, filling her up with his cum. His muscles hurt from how hard he was shaking as he came. When the pleasure receded and he was able to breathe again, he opened his eyes, not realizing he’d shut them, and saw Butters staring up at him.
Without thinking, because all he wanted to do was kiss her, Mayhem did exactly that. With his cock softening inside of her, and their tongues pressing back and forth against each other, he let a contented sigh leave him.
He was a hard man, violent when he needed to be, and had a past that was tainted and dark. But Butters made him feel sane in an otherwise insane world. He couldn’t describe it, couldn’t even rationalize it. Mayhem just accepted it. With her he felt like he didn’t have to keep this wall up, that he didn’t have to block everything out, hide his emotions.
She licked her lips. Leaning down and kissing her once more, he pulled out of her tight, hot body with a grunt. He could have been buried inside of her all night.
He stood, helped her up, and pulled her into a hug before she could move away. She was soft where he was hard. He liked her curves, loved they were only his.
“So I’m yours,” she said without question. She pulled back and looked into his face. She bit her lip, and he reached out and pulled the flesh out from under her straight white teeth.