by Jordan Marie
When I make it to my door, there’s laughing going on inside and I instantly want to rip the door off the hinges and use it to beat one certain biker to fucking death. Instead, I open the door and stand there ready to snap his neck like a twig.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?”
Torch looks up grinning. I’m really getting fucking tired of that grin.
“Hey, Boss. I decided to bring Beth some dinner myself.”
“Dinner was two hours ago, fucker,” I growl, and my eyes dart to Beth, who is blushing but trying not to look at me. She shouldn’t. The slightest thing will make me cross the edge right now.
“Wow, really?” Torch asks, fake-glancing at his watch. “Eh, Boss, you know how it is when you have good company. Time gets away,” he tells me, this time turning his attention back to Beth.
I’m going to have to kill the motherfucker. That’ll make him behave.
“Yes, really, Cabrón,” which is Spanish for dumbass, which is being nice. There’s so much more I’d rather say to him. I don’t bother, though. With Torch, it wouldn’t matter, and I want to talk with Beth. When I look over at her on the bed and see the way her blonde hair falls over her face and her full lips making a half smile, I admit that I mostly want to fuck her. Between the Church meeting, talking with Diesel, and then with Pistol’s brother, I am about talked out.
“I guess I got carried away talking to the lovely Beth. It’s hard to concentrate on the time when you have such beauty in front of you.”
“Why would she want to talk with a man who tries to flirt with all the ladies, but since his dick is only two inches long, gets nowhere?”
“Fuck you. My cock is legendary,” he returns, then winks at Beth, adding, “In size and in experience, in case you were wondering.”
“If you don’t get the fuck away from her, you won’t have a cock,” I warn him, and I’m not exactly joking. Torch ignores me, but doesn’t press his damn luck. He says his goodbye to Beth, gives me a motherfucking salute, then closes the door behind him. That leaves me staring at Beth wondering where in the fuck we go from here.
“He’s interesting.”
“You’re taken.”
“I wasn’t looking. It was merely an observation.”
“So you admit you’re mine?” I ask, pissed off with myself because that’s not the conversation we need to be having, but it’s the only thing that keeps coming to mind right now.
“Skull, you need to let me go. You heard Colin. He won’t stop until he destroys you. I can’t let that happen.”
“I’m not letting you go, Beth. You’re mine. I’ve claimed you in front of everyone. They all know it. The only person not seeming to get it would be you.”
“Skull…”
“Strip.”
“Isn’t that how we started this mess to begin with?”
“It’s not a mess, and if something works, then you stick with it. Now strip.”
“I thought you were mad at me.”
“That’s why they invented angry sex.”
“Shouldn’t we talk first?” she asks, but she stands and raises her shirt over her head and throws it on the floor.
“We will be talking with our bodies. If you’re lucky, you’ll wear me out enough that I won’t have the energy to punish you.”
Beth steps out of her pants and kicks them off to the side.
“I should’ve ran the other way when I met you,” she mumbles.
“But you didn’t, and now it’s much too late.”
“You said you’d grow tired of me!” she complains, standing in her underwear.
“I lied.”
“Skull,” she begins, but I stop her.
“Lose the underwear, Beth. Then come stand in front of me,” I tell her, sitting down in a chair, already naked.
“This doesn’t sound much different from regular sex,” she huffs, but she takes off her bra and panties.
“The angry part will come when I’m feeding you my cock. Now get over here,” I tell her, stroking my cock and squeezing it tight because fuck me, I already want to come.
She looks at me, then down at my cock. Pre-cum drizzles from the head of my dick onto my hand as I continue stroking. Then, she walks towards me, her eyes glued to my cock, and that sweet little tongue of hers licks the bottom of her lip, which only makes my dick leak more.
Fuck, this isn’t going to last long. “On your hands and knees, Beth.”
She slides down to her knees on the floor. Her gray eyes sparkle with need as she looks up at me. If there’s a more beautiful sight, I can’t place it. This is nowhere near angry sex, but telling her I need her to submit to me—to touch her, to own her for no other reason than to reassure myself that she’s not leaving—gives her too much fucking power. Beth has no idea how gone I am for her. She’s young. Maybe she thinks a woman is something a man puts his life, his club, and the lives of his brothers in danger for so easily. It’s not. I know what I’m asking of my club. I was completely prepared to override my brothers tonight. The fact that they all agreed with me, even Briar, leaves me humbled. It cements my reason for taking over for my tío. Being president of the Devil’s Blaze is where I belong.
“Give me your hand,” I tell her. She reaches for me and I clasp it in mine. Soft, smooth skin, pale white compared to mine. Our difference could be summed up there. Completely opposite of each other, but then there’s so much about us that connects. She’s young, but life has made her older than her years—at least in most of the ways that count. “So beautiful. How many times have I reached for this hand in the middle of the night? You planned on taking that away from me, Beth,” I tell her, kissing her palm.
“Skull,” she begins, but I don’t let her talk.
“Quiet, querida. Your chance to talk has passed.” I bring her hand to my sack. She holds my balls carefully. It’s almost as if she’s afraid. It’s that innocence that makes me smile, even when my mind is a fucking mess. “Roll them, Beth. Tease them,” I instruct, my hand going back to my dick. Her eyes follow my movements as I stroke myself slowly. I doubt she even realizes her head is tilting towards my cock. I decide to give her what she’s silently asking for. I take the head of my cock and brush her lips with it, painting them in my pre-cum. Her tongue comes out to play and she licks the head, delving into the crease in the tip. “Do you want my cock, Beth?” I ask, my words coming out more like a moan. The sight of her tongue dancing across my head and her lips greedily taking my cum into her mouth will be one that I will remember when I’m a hundred fucking years old.
“Yes.”
My fingers push into her hair, gentle for now. I let the texture float across my fingers, taking in the different colors in the strands. Golden sunshine, just like the light that having her beside me brings to my life. I never stood a chance. She knocked me on my ass from that first glimpse of her, and she may very well be my death.
All of that, and I still wouldn’t change a motherfucking thing. “Take it, mi cielo. Show me how much you want it,” I tell her, still letting her hair sift through my fingers.
I watch as her hand moves up to the base of my cock. Her fingers can’t reach all the way around, but she squeezes it, and it feels so damn good. Her lips kiss my balls, sucking one into her mouth, then releasing it before nuzzling her face against them and planting more soft kisses. Her tongue flattens and slides along the underside of my cock in a long, soft glide until it reappears at the head and my pre-cum is all over her tongue. I can see it and feel the heat of need zap along my spine. I need to come, but I hold back. I want her to play. I want her to learn my body because it’s the only fucking body she’ll ever have. Mine.
I’m so intent on watching her discover my cock with her tongue that I’m not prepared when, on her third sweet lick upwards, her mouth goes down on my staff. I watch as I disappear into that wet, heated paradise. “That’s it, baby. Suck it down,” I encourage her. Her eyes go to my face and she slides further on my cock. I feel her tongue dan
ce along my shaft. Her cheeks hollow out as she loves on my dick. Sucking him in so fucking tight, I can already feel my cum building. She goes down until her lips meet her hand and then goes back up. I watch her bob up and down on my cock and it’s beautiful, but it’s too fucking slow for what I need now. My patience is gone. My fingers tangle in her hair now, pulling tight. She looks up at me and I see the question in her face. She’s afraid she’s done something wrong. “Brace your hands on my knees, querida. I’m the one in charge now. I’ll feed you my cock and you’ll take every fucking inch.”
My voice is hoarse from need. Her fingers bite into my legs and she hums around my cock. I feel the fucking vibration in that, all through my dick. I use the hold on her hair to push her further down on my cock, moaning as inch after inch disappears. I reach the back of her throat. She gags and I bring her back up.
“You can take it further, breathe through your nose,” I tell her before pushing her back down. She gags again and I back off, leaving her to lick the head while I reach with my other hand and palm her breast. I tease the nipple, and her mouth goes back down on me, even though I’m holding her hair to keep her from going very far. She growls this time against my dick and I can’t stop the smile. “You want it that bad, querida, you need to be prepared because I’ll give it to you.”
That’s the only warning she gets before both of my hands tangle into her hair and I push her down on my cock, forcing her to swallow me down. This time, when I reach the back of her throat, I don’t let her pull away.
“Work your throat and breathe through your nose, Beth. You can do it, sweetheart.” I pull her back up and then push her mouth down again and this time, when I reach her throat, she works it like I’ve told her and she deep throats me like a fucking pro. “Oh fuck. Yeah, that’s it, querida. That’s it. Yeah, take that dick.”
I work her hard on my cock and I can feel it. I’m about to explode. I could make her swallow it down. I want that—eventually. Not right now, though. Now, I need something else entirely.
I pull her off of me and she cries out in frustration. “No,” she moans. “I want you to come.”
“I’m going to,” I tell her. “Inside of you. Climb up here on my lap, woman. You better be ready because this is gonna be a quick ride.”
“In the chair? How?”
I hold my shaft steady. “Fuck yourself with it, Beth. Guide me inside.”
She reaches down and takes control of my cock, holding it to her sweet pussy and pushing down on me.
“Oh, God,” she moans, not stopping until I’m completely seated inside.
“You’re soaked, mi cielo. Did you like sucking my dick that much?”
I take over her mouth before she can respond, tasting myself on her tongue. She pulls away, gasping, moving up and down on my cock and riding me like she’s been doing it all of her life. My baby learns quick.
“Skull, I need more,” she gasps, her voice sounding desperate. “Please, baby. I need—” She breaks off because I’ve found her clit with my fingers. She’s so fucking wet, I glide easy over the hard little button. It’s pulsing so hard I can feel it throb. “Oh, fuck. Baby! I’m going to come. I’m going to come!” she cries.
I can feel her shattering. I feel her sweet cream all over my cock and running down in streams. I grab her hips, slamming her down on my cock and grinding her against me over and over until I join her. When it’s over, she lays her head on my shoulder and I hold her, taking in the scent of our lovemaking while our hearts and breathing slowly return back to normal.
“It gets better each time,” she whispers. “I’m sorry, Skull. I should have told you.”
“You should have.”
“Do you really think you can defeat Colin?”
It annoys me that I can hear the fear in her voice, but she has a good reason to be worried. A fool wouldn’t.
“It’s not going to be easy, Beth. But I have something to fight for that Colin can’t comprehend.”
“What’s that?”
“The mother of my children.”
“Skull, I told you…”
“You’ll see, mi cielo.”
Eventually, she will. There’s not a doubt in my fucking mind.
“I don’t think I can move,” I sigh, curled into Skull sometime later. I’ve lost track of time. All I know is, we’ve moved to the bed and now our room is dark. Neither one of us has made a move to turn on the light. I don’t really want to. It’s calm now, and it’s like we’re in our own world.
“Good. Maybe I can trust you enough to stay put so we can get some sleep,” Skull grumbles.
“I was only trying to—”
“Leave,” he interrupts.
“I didn’t want to, Skull. I was trying to protect you.”
“I’m a man, querida. If the time ever comes that I need to hide behind a woman to survive, I’d rather you just put a fucking bullet between my eyes.”
“Will you please not say that?”
“Why? It’s the truth. I did not get to be president of this club by being soft, Beth. I can take care of myself.”
“They’ll leave you alone if I go.”
“Not now. I’ve called Colin out. He’d look weak. The time to worry about this shit would have been when we first met. You should have told me then who you were.”
“I asked if you knew who I was. I didn’t plan on hiding it from you.”
“And when I told you no?”
“I kept saying, one more meeting, one more… and then I just didn’t want to give you up,” I tell him honestly, guilt laced in my words.
Skull tightens his hold on me. One of his large hands still palms my ass. He squeezes it and pulls my center in closer to him. I don’t know how, but his cock is already semi-erect. You’d think after everything we just did he would need recovery time. I pull my leg tighter over his hip. I love being close to him, and when I feel his cock brush against me, an answering wetness gathers between my legs. I’m addicted to him.
“It wouldn’t have mattered, Beth,” he tells me, looking into my eyes. He has a finger moving softly over my bottom lip. The rough texture of it teases me.
“What?” I ask so quietly I’m not sure he can hear me. My eyes are glued to the silver hoop in his lip and the way his tongue moves when he talks.
“I would have claimed you anyway, even knowing who you are. I may have played it differently, mi cielo, but I still would have claimed you.”
“Why do you call me that?” I ask, my eyes almost closing as the heat of his body lures me to sleep.
“Mi cielo?”
“Yes.”
“My sky,” he says, pulling me so that I’m lying on his body.
Just like that I’m awake because I feel his cock rub against my pussy and slide in between the folds. I let my knees fall to the side of him and I push against him just once, testing. I nearly moan from the feeling. I could come like this, just using his cock to tease myself with. It doesn’t even have to be inside of me.
“Your sky?” I gasp, doing it again, this time harder and sliding against him while tightening my pussy to get that delicious pressure right where I need it. Oh, fuck yeah.
Skull wraps his hand in my hair and tugs my head up so I can look at him. I pull against his hold because I’m dying to wrap my tongue around his hard nipple and suck the small bar he has there. When he moans, I feel like a queen. In response, he pulls on my hair harder, the pain making me look at him.
“My motherfucking sky. You are light, mi cielo… a fucking light I didn’t know I needed. I want you shining on me all the time. I don’t want you to leave, Beth. You’re not fucking getting away because I won’t let you. Your body, your mind, your fucking breath is mine. I’m not letting it go. I’m not letting you go, ever.”
His words are big, so big my breath stalls. They are like foreplay all by themselves. Skull is such a force. He seems larger than life itself, and yet somehow I shine for him. I shine for him so much that he wants to keep me. He needs m
e. That fact settles inside of me and I force my head down, ignoring the pain. My tongue plays around the nub, licking the hard, silver barbell and sucking it completely in my mouth. Skull’s hands move from my hair down to my ass. He fingers bite into my cheeks as he shifts me so his cock rakes against my clit. I moan from the pleasure. As I release his nipple, I capture the piercing between my teeth, then tug. He growls, his hips thrusting up and driving his cock harder into the wet valley my pussy has created. I use my hand to torture his other barbell in much the same way.
I look and discover he’s watching everything I do, his dark eyes setting me on fire.
“On your knees, Beth. Get on your knees, now.”
His order and the hoarse growl in his voice sends vibrations of need through my body, and I instantly obey. I get up on my knees as he half-sits underneath me, then leans back to rest against the pillows. I brace myself on the headboard and wait for his next move. It doesn’t take long. He takes his large cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. There’s something so breathtakingly beautiful about his large, inked, rough hand stroking his hard slick cock. I bite into my lip, watching him stroke it from root to tip.
“Jesus, mi mujer, my cum is running out of your pussy even now.”
I look down and see he’s right. I didn’t bother cleaning up after we made love, and this is our third round after all. Besides, I like having him inside of me. As I watch his cum slide from my pussy, my muscles quiver, wanting to claim it and draw it back inside. Skull must have the same thought because he gathers it on the head of his cock then guides it into my entrance. He braces one hand on my hip, then holds his cock still as he pushes it inside of me inch by glorious inch. He stops when I have half of him inside of me. I thrust into him, trying to take more. His fingers bite into my hip, refusing to let me.