by James Cox
I did. Mayhem shoved his cock between my lips. I groaned, but it was muffled. Mayhem was sucking on me again, pulling beads of pre-cum from my slit like they were the last sips of water in a fucking desert. I alternated between moaning and sucking on his shaft. There was so much slurping and fast breathing going on it almost drowned out the sound of my erratic heartbeat. I felt the orgasm growing. I turned to the side so I could get a full gulp of air. “Coming,” I managed to say. Mayhem took my dick deeper down his throat. “Soon.” I tried again, but he kept taking me. Tip to base, swallow, tip to base, swallow. How the hell was a man supposed to resist that? I came. I erupted. I fucking exploded into Mayhem’s mouth like a shooting star. I shouted his name, unable to hold back. I grabbed handfuls of his hair, holding him down while I thrust into his mouth. He was stronger than me. He should have pulled away, but he let me fuck his face until the last thread of pleasure began to fade. I was gasping as I let go of his hair. My body gave a good shake and my asshole clenched.
Mayhem hunched over me. “Suck.” He placed his dick at my closed mouth.
I opened, taking as much of him in as I could. I’d been deep throated before but never by a man. Until now. He went deep, too much. I gagged, pulling back and inhaled harshly.
Mayhem growled. “Need to train you,” he muttered, grabbing his dick at the base. “Need to teach you to take it.” He pressed the tip inside my mouth again. This time he only fucked my mouth with half his length, the rest was held by his big hand.
This much I could handle. I sucked how I liked it and was rewarded with a long moan. I wanted to impress him, pleasure him, make him happy. I reached between his legs, stroking his balls, cupping them, and massaging them gently.
“Finger.” He practically grunted the world. “Ass.” He spread his legs further. “Now.” Mayhem took my finger into his mouth, wetting it with saliva and then guided my digit between his legs. It was fucking awkward positioning. I had to tilt slightly, but I placed my finger in his hole. I pushed it in, not sure if I should have gone slower or not. Mayhem groaned low. I fingered his ass as he pushed his dick into my mouth. I sucked and licked, my fingers working his ass until Mayhem started to breathe faster. His motions became jerky. Then he pulled his hand away. “One. Deep. Thrust,” he said, aiming and shoving his shaft home. I gagged but tried to hold it. My eyes started to tear and my entire body clenched up. Mayhem gave me a guttural shout. I knew he was about to come. I held on for as long as I fucking could, my fingers digging into his thighs as I fought to hold my breath. Then Mayhem pulled back and I felt the last few spurts of his orgasm. Cum splashed my tongue and I had a moment to enjoy his flavor. I was gasping, wiping at my face as Mayhem sat on the bed. He fell back, still trying to catch his breath.
“Good morning to you too,” I muttered, my voice scratchy.
Mayhem smiled as he looked at me. “I thought it was the enemy trying to kill me in my sleep.” He paused to take a breath. “Then I saw your face and...well. I fucked your mouth.”
“Yeah. Got that part.” I sat up so we were facing each other and wiped some saliva off my face.
“Messy fucking morning.” He pushed the black hair from his face. “Shower with me.” He stood.
I was all for that. Then my finger began to vibrate. I froze mid-movement, kneeling on the bed. When Mayhem looked back, I held up a hand. On my thumb was a small chip, it was half the size of my fingernail, the surface was colored to match the pigment. It had literally been melted onto my nail so it wasn’t removable. It could only come off by tearing or growing my nail out then cutting it. I pressed my thumb. The peacekeeper communication device clicked on.
“Update,” a male voice whispered.
“Can’t now. Talk in a few minutes,” I spoke quietly. The vibrating stopped, indicating the link had closed.
“The fuck was that, Torrin?” Mayhem asked. He was frowning, arms crossed over his massive chest. He would have looked scary if he wasn’t buck-naked. His soft dick hung between his legs with my saliva drying on the sensitive skin.
“Peacekeepers. What should I tell them?”
Mayhem didn’t bother answering or putting on clothes. I managed to slide my pants back on since they were only half off as he dragged me out of the room. We moved through the hall where I got to watch Mayhem’s ass flex.
Beau and Chaos were sitting near the bar. Each man turned around, eyes going wide as Mayhem barreled down the hall dragging me behind him.
“Morning,” I muttered, feeling foolish as my lover tromped around naked and I was trying to say hello. Perfect. He stopped in the chapel where Outlaw sat.
The president of the Outlaw MC looked up. Startled, he jerked out of his chair and his eyes went wide. “Mayhem why am I staring at your junk?”
“I wanna see!” Whip stuck his head in the room then whistled.
Mayhem ignored everyone, even the giant cock in the room. “Peacekeepers.”
“Where?”
“Communications,” I said, holding up my thumb.
“It’s on your finger?”
“Yeah. We only have a few minutes. What do you want me to tell them?”
Outlaw paused. “Let’s go for the fucking big picture. Tell them something’s going to go down tomorrow. You overheard us talking about explosions. You found information chips. It looked like the blueprints to the landing strip.”
There was only one landing site for Earth ships to dock on Mars. It was well guarded but taking that out would put a serious hit on our supplies from that planet. I nodded as Outlaw closed the doors. Then I pressed my thumb.
“T.B. 4948 here.” Initials followed by peacekeeper number.
“Confirmed. Report?” The male voice was still almost a whisper. I told him exactly what Outlaw said. The plans for the possible bombing at the landing strip, all the information I found and how I thought it was a high threat. I made sure my voice was hushed and my tone urgent. I think I was doing pretty fucking good considering my first male lover was standing next to me naked.
“Report received,” the peacekeeper said. “Any updates, inform us immediately.”
“Yes, sir.” My thumb stopped vibrating and the link was closed. “Well?”
“Can they turn that on without you knowing?” He fisted his hands, narrowing his eyes.
“Nope. The link gives off a slight vibrating sensation so there’s no way they can listen in unless I want them to.”
“Good. They’ll move their resources in the opposite direction of where we’ll be.” Outlaw sat. “You did real fucking good, Torrin.” His tense body relaxed. “Now, get Mayhem out of here before Prospect tries to revive his dick.”
I didn’t get that reference. Why would the prospect try to suck on Mayhem? Mayhem was mine now and I wasn’t too sure how I felt about sharing. I didn’t lead so much as tug on Mayhem’s forearm. It was like trying to move a spaceship with the power of a cum shot. Not gonna happen.
“We’re going to fucking go for it?” Mayhem was staring at Outlaw.
“We have to.” He shook his head. “It’s the next step.”
“He should know.” Mayhem pointed at me.
Outlaw frowned, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “I’ll think about it. Go put some fucking clothes on. I’m sick of staring at your cock.”
Mayhem grunted then we walked back toward the bedroom. I admit, watching as a few of the other members ogled my man’s ass was kind of a thrill.
Chapter Nine
Mayhem wound up going back to talk with Outlaw. Apparently a church was starting, which meant super-secret meeting to discuss blowing shit up and probably my fate. Anyway, Prospect and I were up in the bar. Menial shit but even the damn prospect wouldn’t look at me. He was pissed like everyone else and I couldn’t blame him. “Need help with that?” I asked as he dragged a heavy box from the back room.
“Nope.”
Yup, he’s still mad. I went back to wiping off tables. When that was done, I stood in front of the window and stared ou
t. The sun way high, making the city shine and reflective. I could see the mounds of red dirt past the city. The construction sites were around all the edges. We were always building, growing, using material from Earth minimally as it tried to recover from all the previous generations of abuse.
Prospect grunted and a few bottles of natural fruit flavor fell out, rolling across the floor.
I picked them, placing them on the counter.
“I don’t need your help.”
“So we went from friends to enemies overnight?”
He ground his teeth together. “I love this club more than my life. I love Outlaw more than my life. I would do anything to protect him. Them.”
Can you say slip up? I narrowed my eyes. The prospect had a thing for the president. I thought Outlaw loved Liam? It was so complicated I wasn’t going to touch that. “I love Mayhem,” I blurted. Well, that was odd, admitting to loving another man. I guess I did though. I mean, I’d broken laws for him, turned my back on everything so he could stick his dick in. And I loved him for showing me the truth. “Yeah. I love him. I’m on the club’s side.”
“Now you are. Supposedly,” he said quietly and went back to his box.
Great. I was making friends wherever I went. My thumbnail vibrated. Communications already? Once, twice, three, four, five. Shit. Five was a signal. “Fuck.” I ran down the stairs taking them two at a time. Prospect yelled something, but I ignored him and slammed into the chapel door. It lurched open. All the men jerked toward me, most of them pulling guns. “Raid.”
“When?” Outlaw was the one who spoke.
Mayhem jumped up, blocking me from the guns.
“Any minute. They sent me the signal.”
Outlaw cursed. “Get the guns hidden, the information chips too. Make sure there’s no indication of anything going on.” He started giving orders, firm and steady. “Mayhem, get in the garage with Grim and Chaos. Whip, when you’re done hiding this shit get on the couch and make it look like you’re watching the news. Everyone else in the bar. Make it look busy. Now!” He shoved his gun across the table toward Whip.
“Go,” Mayhem whispered, pushing me slightly toward the stairs.
I beelined it for the bar and managed to get a box from the back. The others made it up after me, shoving into seats or grabbing rags or taking out a drink and sitting together. Then the door busted open and the peacekeepers came charging in. I held up my hands as they started yelling.
“Peacekeepers! Don’t move!”
I recognized the voice. Day-Si. He had been my partner for all of the five days before I signed up for undercover work. The guy had a hard-on for this club to meet its end and I had no idea why.
“Everyone on the ground. This is a government check,” he ordered.
“Still trying to get your dick sucked, Daisy?” Outlaw smiled as he went to his knees.
Day-si pushed him to the ground. “That’s illegal, fucker.” He said it so low I doubt the other peacekeepers at the door heard. Five of them were making their way inside. “Pull this place apart.”
“You have a warrant for that? You can’t just come in here and rip our place of business apart.” Outlaw’s voice was slightly muffled from facing the floor.
I was going to my knees. My gaze caught Day-Si and he held it for a second too long. Well, if they hadn’t known I was a former peacekeeper they would have suspected shit now. Maybe Day-si was trying to get me killed.
“New law being passed, shitheads,” he said as he pushed me to the ground. “Any and all businesses, as well as private residences, will now be eligible for a raid if the peacekeepers deem it a possible terrorist situation.”
Well, that was brand fucking new. I placed my hands next to my head, staying quiet as the peacekeepers went through. I knew they were looking for the explosives I told them about. I also knew that they couldn’t say what they were searching for. I also didn’t like the way Day-Si kept fucking glancing at me. He was the only one doing the real damage. Four guys searched, one watched us, and Day-si just knocked shit over. He flipped tables, then smashed a few of the bottles we were putting away. The idiot Wexmen was giving the peacekeepers too much power. Even I could see that would lead to nothing but problems.
When they didn’t find anything, he cursed and picked up Beau from the back of his shirt. The guy was a patch member but more goofy than anything. I think I spoke to him all of four times while I’d been here these past couple of weeks. “Take this shithead to the garage and search it. Keep a gun on him.”
“That’s abuse!” Outlaw yelled. “We’re not resisting.”
“Sure you are.” Day-Si smiled then he walked to me. “I’m going to take this piece of shit with me and search downstairs. I want two on these guys and one on the bedrooms.” With that, he pulled me to my feet.
I saw them push Beau out the front door and I knew things could go wrong fast if Chaos saw his lover being beaten on. Day-si practically shoved me down the stairs where Whip was.
“This is a raid.”
Whip glanced up, his jewelry dangling. You’d think he’d look foolish with all that stuff around his wrists and neck plus gems in his ears, but he didn’t. Maybe it was the glasses but Whip looked classy. “Whatever you say.”
“Upstairs.” He leaned back. “Another one coming your way.” When the footsteps faded, he pushed me to the couch.
“You trying to get me killed,” I whispered.
“Where are the bombs?” he asked then glanced back at the stairs.
“I told you what I overheard, not that I knew where they had the bombs.” Which is exactly the way Outlaw wanted to say it. I don’t think anyone was expecting a raid though.
Day-si kicked a nearby stool, sending it crashing to the floor. “You have to know something to bring them down.”
I sat up. “What the hell do you think I’m doing here? I’m trying to find out.”
“Then tell us something useful!”
“Hey.” I stood now. “I told you about the peacekeeper attack and you guys fucked it up. That is not my fault. I overheard them talking about bombing the landing strip. If I had more time maybe I could find out where the bombs are, but now they’re going to be tight-lipped because of this useless raid!” My voice went a bit louder.
Day-Si grabbed the nearest stool. This time he threw it into the bar. It smashed a bunch of bottles back there marked juice and a few glass shelves.
“Well, that was real productive.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Sir.” His radio went off.
“What?” he snapped back.
“Nothing found.”
“Fine.” Day-Si grabbed another stool, this time hitting the small device that created the holographic TV. It slammed into the wall and smashed into three big pieces. “We’ll put tails on them, but you have to give us something more than a warning.”
“I’m doing the best I can. It takes time to get in the club and with the new laws President Wexmen is going to pass they’ll have to get me in just to keep up their rank.”
He frowned. “Don’t fuck up.”
“I haven’t.” Not that they knew of anyway.
Day-si pushed me back to the chair. I was about ready to blow my cover just to punch him in the fucking face. He walked back toward the stairs.
“Finish it up. Raid is over.” He climbed the stairs.
I waited there until I heard more movement then Mayhem came down the hall with his hands fisted and a scowl on his face. He saw me and stilled, opening his hands. “I’m fine.”
Outlaw came down the stairs, glancing at the damage. “The fuck was he so angry for?”
“He thought I knew the location of the bombs. He’s going to put a tail on everybody to try to get the bombs.”
“Fucking idiot,” Mayhem muttered. He walked to me, reached down, and pulled me to my feet.
“Why? How can we pull off the plan with peacekeeper following?” Then again, I didn’t know what the plan was.
“We’re
not starting the next step, Torrin,” Mayhem said. Then he went quiet. “You think the girls will be okay?”
Outlaw nodded but Deviant, the strawberry blond muscular god, came barreling down the hall. “We have to check on them!”
“We have tails,” Outlaw explained. “Tage will be fine.”
Tage was Deviant’s lover and apparently the only person who can talk Deviant out of taking on every fight himself. “The government doesn’t even know about Tage.” Yeah, I kept that tidbit that the rich Tage is not actually here for his hover car but for some ass, to myself. I think even in the beginning I felt guilty about being a peacekeeper and a rat.
“Outlaw.” Deviant went quiet. “Please.” The word sounded odd coming from his lips. “We can’t go, but he can.” He pointed at me.
“I could.”
Mayhem looked at me. “It’d be fucking dangerous. You’d be alone. No.”
Such negotiating skills he had. “I can pass them, tell them I’m going on a run for hover parts, if I find anything I’ll radio them.”
Mayhem shook his head.
“They will follow you all but not me. Let me go, Mayhem.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed. “I want to do this for the club. For Deviant.”
Mayhem grunted.
I guess that was as close to a yes as I was going to get. “Outlaw?”
The president looked at me then Deviant. “Do it. Make it quick and quiet.”
Deviant took a deep breath. “Thank you.” His voice was gruff, like those words were hard to say.
Hey, maybe not everyone hated me.
“You hurt him, you die,” Deviant added.
It was Mayhem who answered. “And you hurt Torrin, you die.”
The two big men faced each other. They were both built to kill and win fights without breaking a sweat. One blond, one dark-haired. It was Outlaw, shorter than both, who moved between them. “Stop being assholes. No one’s hurting or dying. Push your dicks back in your pants and focus on the club.”