SugarDance: The Brotherhood of Devil's Comfort MC book 2 Series 2

by Brair Lake

  ‘Not like this, Sugar.’

  One moment I’m kneeling on the shower base. The next, Sundance has my body pushed up against the shower wall and then he is slamming into me. His thrusts go deep and hard and I lock my legs around his waist to keep him inside me. The muscles of my pussy clench tightly around him as I draw him in deeper. My hips meet his thrusts. My breath leaves me as my chest clenches against my heart. What was to have been a long loving, soon became nothing more than a frenzied coupling. As my orgasm escapes me, I bite onto Sundance’s shoulder to hold back my scream. My body shudders and as I find my breath, I slump against the wall. My eyes on Sundance.

  My body is still trembling when Sundance lays me on the bed. Our bodies, wet and slick and I greedily accept his kiss. His muscles ripple underneath my hands as I stroke his flesh. When Sundance breaks the kiss, I whimper. My lips seek his. But he denies me the touch I crave as his lips slip along my throat. My stomach quivers when tiny electric sparks skitter inside me. His tongue teases along my collar bone and I curl my fingers into the flesh of his hips.

  ‘Sundance.’

  Now I’m the one begging, pleading with Sundance to ease the ache which has only been temporary abated. His hands slides along my flesh. His touch barely there as I push my body into his. When his lips skip pass my pussy, I whimper louder. My fingers curling in Sundance’s hair in an attempt to bring him to my core. My pussy is throbbing and my body is burning. I shuffle my legs, opening them as I thrust up at Sundance. His chuckle fails to ease the growing ache.

  ‘Shush, Sugar. I’ll get there.’

  ‘Now.’

  His fingers are skating along my thighs and calves. When he takes his lips away from my body, I growl. It’s fierce as I reach out for him. ‘Sundance.’

  ‘I’m here, Sugar.’

  Then the world is spinning and I find myself lying on my stomach.

  ‘Hold on to the head board.’

  I smile. Finally, he’s going to fuck me and it’s with childish enthusiasm that I grip the top of the board. Then I freeze. Just as I had played with his ass, Sundance is stroking my flesh. Squeezing my ass. He parts my butt cheeks. His fingers slide along the crack. My breath sticks in my throat.

  ‘Time to join the grown-ups Sugar.’

  His breath whispers along my ear. The air soft against my neck as he prods a finger against the rosette of my ass.

  ‘Tell me to stop Sugar.’

  I haven’t moved. I daren’t. His finger is teasing, stroking me. My pussy is wet and I want to cum. I shake my head slowly as the tip of his finger pushes into me. His lips on my shoulder has me shivering. I don’t think I could deny Sundance anything he asks for.

  ‘It’s okay.’

  ‘Good Girl.’

  His finger slips inside me, and I wait. His lips suck on the flesh of my shoulder.

  ‘It’ll be good, Sugar. Just you see if it isn’t’

  His finger starts to move. The tip sliding along my muscles and I clench my thighs. Slow at first. His finger slides in and out, stroking me. Then a second finger joins the first, and I bite on to my lip. Sundance’s movements are sure, and soon he begins to pick up speed. He begins to stretch the flesh and as he finger-fucks my ass. His lips are at my ear and he’s whispering, encouraging me to take more of him. I thrust against his movements.

  ‘Good Girl – Soon, Sugar – Soon I’ll be in that tight little hole.’

  I feel naked when he removes his finger. I need to cum. My pussy is aching and my clit is throbbing. I hear a rustle, then Sundance is behind me once more.

  ‘This is it, Sugar. Tell me no – Or there’s no going back.’

  I can feel the tip of Sundance’s cock pushing at my ass as I stare at the wall. His fingers stroke the flesh of my hips down to my ass and back up to my hips. I give a slight shove. The tip of his cock is in me.

  ‘Fuck me, Sundance.’

  ‘I’m going to fuck you, and more, Sugar Jay.’

  Unlike the shower, this time Sundance is slow as he pushes his cock into my ass. The thrust of his cock stretching my passage has me biting on to my lip. The slow gentle thrust tantalizing as he pushes in, then pulls out. Never going deep. Just at the opening. I push against him. I need to cum. I need my orgasm.

  ‘More Sundance.’

  ‘Are you sure, Sugar.’

  I just nod my head. My teeth dig into my lips, and I can taste blood, but I don’t care. Sundance slides in further as I push against him. His hands on my hips guides our thrusts. My knees shake.

  ‘Touch yourself, Sugar. – Stroke that fine pussy of yours.’

  My fingers are sure and swift as I stroke the flesh. I press against my clit and soothe it as Sundance’s plunges become deeper and faster. The air at my ears is nothing but wind as the blood drums in my head. I don’t hold back as my body quakes. My gasps loud against the pillow.

  Chapter 23

  Sugar Jay lay beneath me. The heat from her body did nothing to ease the burn in mine. My cock twitches and I smile into her neck, smelling the mixture of musty sex, semen and her.

  I’ve just climaxed twice, and my body aches from four days of hunting, and still my hands stroke the soft flesh beneath me. Sugar Jay turns to me. Her lips finding mine, and I drink from them. The kiss is lazy. There’s no rush to my third loving as our tongues meld and dance.

  The touch of Sugar Jay’s fingers in my hair leaves me shivering. Her chuckle warms me when my lips slip to her throat.

  ‘Again.’

  ‘Yeah, Sugar – Again.’

  Her flesh is soft, and my lips trace the path my hands have taken. Leading me to her tits. Sitting back, I cup my bounty, squeezing the soft mounds. Although my gaze is on her tits, I can sense her watching me. The hard buds tempt me as they grow and I dip my mouth. Taking the nubs between my lips. Sugar Jay’s gasp vibrates in my brain as I lick and flick the hard tips. My teeth pull on the flesh and beneath me, Sugar Jay’s body twists.

  ‘Sundance.’

  My tongue traces over her flesh to dip into her navel. My tongue curls into the belly ring. I nibble along the flesh of her stomach and kiss her warm skin. This woman has held my son inside her. Nurtured him. My heart dips and tightens. My stomach spins. She’s getting too close to me. Burrowing under my skin. With a harder nip, I slide lower, parting her lips at her pussy.

  Her gasp becomes louder as her hips dig into the mattress. My tongue swirls in her wetness. Her cream coating me.

  ‘Fuck, Sundance – Do something.’

  The little bud is hard against my tongue and I suckle, smiling when she bucks against my mouth. Her fingers are tight in my hair, jerking me closer.

  ‘I am – I’m going to fuck you for each night I’ve been away from you.’

  ‘I’d like that – But I don’t think it’s possible.’

  I chuckle against Sugar Jay’s pussy, the vibration of her body hums over my lips.

  ‘Tell me that in the morning.’

  Her answer is lost on a gasp when my tongue slithers over her tender pink flesh. Her thighs clench around my head, and more cream coats my tongue.

  ‘What the fuck, Sundance.’

  My chuckle is against her thigh this time as I leave a wet trail down the back of her thigh to the back of her knee. She flinches when I suckle the flesh there. My loving is slow and long, and there isn’t a part of her body I miss as I lick, nibble, bite and kiss my way back to her lips.

  Sugar Jay’s lips are greedy as she opens up to me. Her body shaking beneath mine when she wraps her legs around my hips. My tongue thrusts into her mouth. The tip of my cock, teases the opening of her pussy.

  ‘Now, Sundance – Fuck me now.’

  ‘You’re too demanding, Sugar – Let’s take our time.’

  ‘I’m ready to cum now, Sundance – Not in five minutes.’

  My chuckle is lost in the kiss as I take her lips once more. My cock is hard, throbbing and the blood beats in my head. Sugar Jay isn’t the only one ready to orgasm. Yet I refuse to hurry
this loving. My thrust is slow and I withdrew just as slow. With each plunge I make, I stroke Sugar Jay’s hard throbbing clit. The tightening of her pussy squeezes my cock, and I have to bite onto my lip to stop myself from speeding up.

  I want this loving to last. I want Sugar Jay begging beneath me as her body twists. I want to watch Sugar Jay explode. Reluctantly, I break the kiss. My eyes opening when I raise myself slightly to watch her. Her neck arches back. The pulse at her throat skips madly. Her cheeks are flushed red. Her mouth, lay open as she gasps for air. Then as I begin to surge into her, I feel it. The clenching, the tightening. Then she’s keening as she shudders around me.

  *******

  Sugar Jay burrows further into my body. The musty scent of sex assaults my nose and I smile as I kiss her on the cheek.

  ‘Morning.’

  ‘Morning.’

  ‘Do you want to talk.’

  Sugar Jay rolls away. Her gaze shifting to the ceiling. ‘About what?’

  ‘About last night.’

  ‘We fucked – What is there to talk about.’

  ‘Not about that – And we more than fucked – You know that.’

  Sugar Jay twists to the side of the bed, taking the sheet with her as she wraps it around her body.

  ‘What else is there to talk about.’

  ‘I saw your face, Sugar Jay – You looked – Oh I don’t know – Sad.’

  ‘How long before this trouble with Sam and Minty is over.’

  ‘I don’t know’

  ‘Will you, or any of the others be hurt.’

  ‘Hopefully not – We want the Brody’s out of business not dead.’

  ‘But what if they want you dead – They killed your family – What’s to stop them from killing you.’

  Sugar Jay shivers as I wrap my arms around her, dragging her close into me.

  ‘I have you and Charlie – I’m not going to let anything happen to me.’

  ‘It’s alright for you Sundance – You’re out there. You know what you’re doing. I’m stuck here, and no-one knows what’s going on.’ Sugar Jay stops speaking as she breaks free of my hold and for the second time that day. I shiver at the coldness. ‘We don’t know if you’re safe until you walk through that door. You talk about wanting to make a life for Charlie and me here.’ Sugar Jay waves her arms. ‘Yet you go out every day, knowing it could be your last.’

  ‘Sugar we’re talking to Brody’s connections. Building up our own. And so far, no one has been hurt.’

  ‘Then why is Twiggy here?’

  ‘Our men are spread thin. Besides Twiggy’s good at negotiations, and don’t forget we work for Inferno and Devil’s Comfort.’

  ‘So Twiggy’s here for nothing more than talks. – Do you promise no-one will get hurt.’

  Chapter 24

  ‘Jeez, Sugar Jay, do you always have to hum when you’ve had sex.’

  ‘Good morning to you to Apple -Pie.’ Yeah, I’m humming, and I know I should be angry with Sundance for leaving without answering my question. It’s just, that we had a good night and I wasn’t going to let anything ruin it. ‘Has Crabby left.’

  ‘Yeah, along with the others. Fuck, Sugar Jay, I’ll be glad when this crap is over.’

  As Apple-Pie settles herself into a chair, I pour two coffees, passing one to her, and watch her add milk and sugar to the black treacle. My snigger ‘What will they do instead.’ has Apple-Pie rolling her eyes.

  ‘You think this is a game to them.’

  ‘Who knows – But I think they’re enjoying it too much.’ I shrug, as I sip the hot coffee.

  ‘You may be onto something.’ Apple-Pie giggles, her eyes glinting.

  ‘Want to go shopping.’

  Lilac strands of hair swish as she shakes her head. ‘We’re expecting a delivery, and I need to be here to take it.’

  ‘What about Layla. Can’t she handle it.’

  ‘No. Her and Violet have to go to the warehouse, and Yvette’s running Nightshades.’

  ‘Are you trying to guilt trip me.’

  ‘Nope – You have Charlie. Go buy him a toy or something. He needs to get out of here just as much as you.’

  ‘I don’t know. It’s kinda dull shopping on your own.’

  ‘Now who’s trying to guilt trip.’

  I peer over my coffee, wiggling my eyebrow. ‘It was worth a go. – Maybe if I wait until after…’

  My voice trails off as Apple-Pie shakes her head. ‘You’ll be fine. – Why not give Sundance’s aunt a call, and see if she wants to meet up for lunch.’

  ‘You’re a genius, Apple-Pie.’

  ‘I’m known to have my moments.’

  One call later, and I have a lunch date with Aunt Harriot, who’s surprised and delighted by the invite.

  *******

  ‘Sugar Jay.’

  The voice catches me unaware, and when I glance up from the baby kickers I’m examining. I offer Maggie a smile in greeting, which isn’t returned by the other woman. ‘Oh – Hi Maggie.’

  ‘I was over at the record store and I thought it was you.’

  ‘Yeah – I needed to escape the club. What about you.’

  ‘I thought I’d treat myself to a new dress for work.’

  At Maggie’s answer, my gaze flickers over her. She looks good in her tight blue jeans, and snug fitting top. ‘In the record store?’

  ‘I collect old albums. Why don’t we have a coffee, then you can join me in my hunt.’

  ‘What about Charlie.’

  ‘He’ll be no problem.’

  Maggie sidles up to the stroller, and begins to push Charlie out of the store, and I drop the sneakers I was looking at. Although the coffee shop is busy, we easily find a couple of empty seats. Coffee is quickly ordered, and as we wait, I watch the people pass by.

  ‘What’s your family like, Maggie.’

  ‘Why do you ask.’

  ‘I don’t know – guess I’m just curious. Are they oaky with what you do?’

  Maggie purses her lips, her gaze avoiding mine.

  ‘I was disowned and thrown out at sixteen.’

  ‘Oh.’

  ‘Don’t you want to know why.’

  ‘It isn’t any of my business really.’

  Maggie rummages in her bag and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lighter, dropping them on to the table.

  ‘Shit – Not only is it old news, it’s common knowledge in Burntwood Creek. - I fucked one of my teachers.’

  ‘And they kicked you out instead of supporting you.’

  ‘I think my dad was jealous because of what I did.’

  ‘Jealous.’

  ‘Yeah – I think he had a thing for me.’

  I stare at Maggie, and at the way she sips her coffee. Her blue eyes watching me, making me uneasy, as I try to decide if she has just lied or is trying to shock me.

  ‘And... Your mum.’

  ‘Too busy enjoying her drink.’

  ‘What about the school – Child Services.’

  Fuck, if any of my teachers had looked at me wrong, they would have ended up at the bottom of the Mississippi. It always surprises me at how lightly Sundance came away from his encounter with Bastion. From what I hear, there hadn’t been any broken bones.

  ‘Charges have to be pressed and none were. So he kept his job, and kept on fucking me.’

  ‘Maggie I’m…’

  Maggie waved her hand. ‘Don’t be – I needed some place to sleep, and if it required me fucking someone…’

  ‘Is he… Is he still teaching?’

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘Do you still urm… fuck him.’

  Maggie shook her head, pale blond hair shimmering as she looked out of the window. ‘He likes them young.’

  As the bile rises in my throat, I drain it back. Maggie has to be the same age as Layla, about twenty-three or four, which isn’t old.

  ‘Something should be done to stop him.’

  The laugh Maggie releases, sent my stomach into a spin.

  �
�He’s a customer at Devil’s Comfort. Do you really think someone there is going to stop him?’

  ‘Sundance.’

  ‘Is a pimp, just like the rest of them. To people like those bikers, money is money and sex is sex.’

  My mind runs over the list of girls at the club. Sure they were young, but not as young as Maggie hinted her teacher likes them.

  ‘They may be pimps – But none of the girls are underage.’

  Maggie arches her eyebrow as she leans back, her gaze running over me, and although I shuffle in my chair, I refuse to break eye contact with her.

  ‘No – What about you Sugar Jay – How old are eighteen – nineteen.’

  ‘Twenty last birthday.’

  ‘And how old were you when Sundance fucked you.’

  ‘nearly nineteen.’

  Maggie doesn’t answer as my gaze falls on Charlie. So I was eighteen when I seduced Sundance, it wasn’t as though he was an old man. He’d been twenty-eight. ‘I wasn’t underage Maggie.’

  Maggie stretches over the table, her hand covering mine.

  ‘look I’m sorry. Maybe all the girls are over twenty-one and just dress up young for the ones who enjoy jail bait.’

  ‘Yeah maybe… Look I need to get back to the club.’

  ‘What about shopping – It’ll be a shame to go back empty handed.’

  *******

  ‘What about this one.’

  I lift a burnt orange dress from its hanger and hold it up in front of me, as I glance towards Maggie, who is examining a silver blue dress that glitters when the overhead light hits the sequins. At the shake of her head, I put it back. That’s the third dress I’ve rejected without trying on.

  ‘Maybe when everything’s calmed down at the club, we can go to NOLA. – There’s bound to be something there that’s right.’

  ‘Just keep looking – We’re bound to find the perfect dress soon.’