Outlaw in Black_A Motorcycle Club Romance_Immortal Souls MC

by April Lust

  Meanwhile, his hard cock throbbed against her upper thigh. Olivia didn’t know if she was imagining things, but she felt like she could feel his heartbeat through his cock, pounding insistently on her flesh. And she wanted more of it.

  She tried to reach down to grab it, but he stopped her hand before it could get there and moved it above her head, pinning it to the bed. She moaned quietly into Xander’s mouth, breathing more and more brokenly as his hand slipped over her pussy faster. “You want it?” Xander asked again, thrusting his cock against her leg.

  “So bad,” Olivia moaned, biting at his jaw.

  “You deserve it,” Xander said again. “You deserve it so much, baby.”

  “Then fucking give it to me. I’m a good girl. I’ve waited,” Olivia said in response, jerking her hips up again to get more of his cock on her skin. She could feel him leaking from his tip. God, he really wants me, she thought, grinning to herself.

  “Yeah, you’re good. You’re my good little girl,” Xander said, finally aligning his cock with her pussy but still hovering outside of her hole. His fingers still lingered over her clit, lightly pushing it up and down.

  Olivia pushed her hips forward, taking the tip of Xander’s dick inside of her pussy. She moaned, rocking her head back onto the pillow.

  Xander leaned forward to lick her neck, going up the side of her face and biting lightly on her ear. “You’re so fucking tight,” Xander whispered, pulling on her earlobe until she squealed under her breath.

  “I am?” Olivia asked breathlessly, clenching and unclenching her pussy around the top of his cock and feeling herself leak even more.

  “So tight,” Xander answered, moving to suck at Olivia’s lips, pulling them gently but firmly between his teeth. “Such a perfect fit for my cock. It’s like you were made for me.”

  Olivia hitched her hips down to take another centimeter of Xander’s cock in. “I just wanna be good for you. I wanna make you feel good.”

  Xander growled and reached one hand down to grab the underside of Olivia’s ass, his nails digging into her skin. “You’re mine, baby. You’re mine.”

  She nodded furiously, kissing him hard, her tongue digging into his mouth to taste him as much as possible. “I’m yours. Please. That’s all I want.”

  As if to reward her, Xander moved forward, pushing his dick farther inside, rotating his hips in a circle to hit all the special spots inside of her pussy.

  “Go deeper, baby, please. I need it,” Olivia grunted out.

  Xander muttered something, but Olivia couldn’t make it out. In any case, he thrusted his hips forward and sunk another inch of his cock inside of her. Olivia reached down to rub at his shoulders in a wordless demonstration of gratitude, her fingers slipping over his sweat. But for a minute Xander just held still, panting hard above her. Even just halfway in, Xander’s cock felt so big, spreading her apart, making her little hole stretch wider and wider.

  But she knew she could take more. “Can I have it deeper, baby?” she asked in a low, innocent tone.

  “In a second, I just—” Xander shook his head, cutting himself off.

  “What is it?” Olivia asked, using her free hand to cup the side of Xander’s face and make him look her directly in the eyes.

  “I wanna feel you. I want it to last,” Xander said in an almost-whisper.

  “I know what you mean,” Olivia whispered back, stretching her head up to lightly kiss Xander on the lips. “I don’t want this to ever end.”

  Xander pushed forward then, sinking another few inches of his cock inside of her.

  Olivia gasped in response before adjusting her legs to wrap more securely around Xander’s waist. She kept slipping off from their combined sweat, but when she moved to a different angle she moaned out again, feeling Xander’s cock brush up against a little spot inside of her that set off sparks behind her eyes. “That’s fucking good,” she muttered under her breath, hitching her hips up to encourage Xander’s cock in deeper, trying to get him to hit that spot again. “That…that…that’s good, baby.”

  “Yeah? You like that? You like my cock inside of you?” Xander whispered, leaning forward until he was buried to the hilt.

  Olivia nodded furiously, moaning brokenly as Xander adjusted and hit that spot again. “Yeah, I really— I really like that,” Olivia said, flexing her thighs to hold onto Xander’s back more tightly. Her muscles started burning with the exertion, but she didn’t care. She wanted her whole body to work as hard as Xander was, so she started thrusting her hips up, slowly at first, then more and more quickly as Xander started grunting in response.

  He squeezed her pinned hand harder, pushing it farther into the surface of the bed, and his hips started moving to the rhythm she’d set with hers. At this point, the bed started squeaking loudly, but after a second Olivia ignored it and moved her hips faster, rotating her pelvis around to get that perfect angle. It took her a few tries, but when she found it she howled like an animal. She moaned as the head of Xander’s cock pushed just exactly right against her most sensitive spot inside, again and again and again as he thrusted back and forth.

  She could feel herself building again, that spot inside of her getting more and more sensitive with every touch. But she wasn’t ready yet. She wanted to explode at the same time as Xander. As if he could read her mind, he suddenly slowed down, his hips moving in long, drawn-out teasing strokes.

  Olivia growled and wrestled her hand from his, using it to push at the side of Xander’s body until he rolled over, still remaining inside of her as they switched positions. Olivia sunk down onto his cock, taking all of it in with one stroke but then sitting still.

  “What are you—” Xander started to say, but then his head fell back onto the bed when she started clenching around him, squeezing and pulling on his cock with her inner muscles. “Fuck, give it to me.”

  Olivia couldn’t imagine doing anything else at this point, not when he looked so goddamned beautiful, so sweaty and red and exposed and vulnerable, his big dark eyes staring up at her in desperation. She reached behind her body and stuck her hand between her legs to get at Xander’s balls, rubbing them gently while her pussy kept pulsing on his shaft.

  Xander whimpered a little at the sensation, but Olivia wanted more. She wanted him to scream. She rubbed harder, pulling the sensitive skin of his balls between her fingers, making Xander cry out louder. “Shit, shit, shit, oh!” he moaned before grabbing Olivia around the waist with one arm and sitting up on the bed, sending his dick in even deeper.

  She adjusted as quickly as she could, rotating her hips slowly in Xander’s lap, continuing to play with his balls.

  His free hand moved to her pussy, two fingers landing on her clit to push it up and down, to the same rhythm she squeezed her pussy around him. “You’re such a naughty girl, such a sweet girl,” Xander murmured, squeezing her clit between his two fingers, making Olivia’s head rock back in pleasure.

  She couldn’t help herself now. She had to fucking move. Olivia started lifting her hips up, only a little bit at first and then higher and higher. After a minute she was pulling herself off Xander’s cock until only the tip remained inside before falling back down, slamming him back inside her. The bed pounded against the back wall with the motion of their bodies, but it was almost hard to hear over the loud groans that emitted from Xander’s mouth.

  “You’re so…so beautiful,” Xander stuttered out, leaning in to kiss her sweetly and softly even as his cock pushed roughly in and out of her.

  Olivia bounced harder, their hips loudly smacking together and masking the squeaking of the bedsprings. “Thank you,” she whispered back. “You’re so…You’re everything. You’re fucking everything.” She buried her fingers in Xander’s thick hair and pressed their foreheads together, staring as deeply in his eyes as possible. “My everything.”

  “I’m gonna come,” Xander announced, pushing his hips up harder to increase the frequency of their thrusts. “I’m gonna come, baby.”

 
“Do it. Do it, please. I need it. I need your come,” Olivia moaned into Xander’s mouth before biting down on his lip. She held onto Xander’s back tighter, holding on as they pounded their hips together as hard as possible. She bounced downward with all her weight, bringing his cock in as deep as she could. The sparks in her pussy were building, getting bigger and brighter and hotter and Oh, God. It was happening. She was going to explode, right on his cock. Olivia squealed, clutching Xander as closely as possible while her pussy contracted around him, pulsing so fast she thought she was going to burst.

  “Yes, yes, yes, oh, fuck, yes, please,” Xander groaned back, slapping her ass lightly as she rode him through the first wave of her orgasm. “Oh, shit, oh, shit, it’s gonna happen, it’s gonna fucking—.”

  Halfway through her contractions, Olivia felt Xander pulse inside of her, pushing in deeper as his cock spurted out load after load of come into her pussy. It just made her shake harder, the vibrations in her pussy getting bigger until all the lights in the universe flickered and burned behind her eyes, setting her mind on fire for one brilliant instant before fading out.

  They collapsed together, falling to the side, still entangled. Olivia couldn’t move, other than to weakly scratch at Xander’s scalp. His cock was still inside of her, right where she wanted it. She didn’t ever want him to leave.

  “That was…” Xander said. “That was…” He trailed off again.

  “Yeah,” Olivia answered him when the ability to speak returned to her a minute later. “It was.”

  They just sat in silence for a long time, stroking each other’s faces gently and trading light, gentle kisses while their muscles recovered. Finally, Xander broke the quiet, tearing Olivia away from the grasp of sleep.

  “We’re not going to let them take the club,” Xander murmured into her hair. “It’s ours.”

  Olivia smiled to herself, blinking back the warm flood of tears in her eyes. “Yes. It’s ours.”

  Chapter 10

  When they rolled back up to the Immortal Souls’ clubhouse the next morning, Xander blew out a deep sigh of relief to see Ezra out front, standing on his own two feet. So he was okay, then. At least nowhere near as badly fucked-up as Xander had feared he would be. But as soon as the sensation of relief dissipated, it was replaced by terror. How do I apologize? How do I explain?

  Before he could come up with a plan of action, Olivia launched off the bike first, running toward Ezra with her arms outstretched. Ezra smiled at her and fell into the hug, the two of them embracing until Xander finally got the courage to get off his bike and walk over slowly. Xander nervously scratched the side of his face as he approached the two of them. Olivia pulled away from Ezra but held onto his hand. Xander tried to read Ezra’s face before coming to a stop in front of him, but it was no use. The kid had this hard expression on that Xander had never seen before, totally undecipherable.

  “What happened to you two?” Ezra asked, turning back to Olivia, looking at the cuts and bruises on the side of her face before surveying the damage done to Xander.

  “Got what I deserved,” Xander said, staring directly at Ezra even though the guilt was killing him. But Ezra didn’t say anything and just looked back at him until Olivia cut in.

  “It was Roger,” Olivia explained. “He and a bunch of his lackeys attacked me. Xander saved me.”

  Shock spread slowly across Ezra’s cut and bruised face. “Are you okay?”

  Olivia nodded quickly and smiled up at him reassuringly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

  Ezra turned to look back at Xander. “And you? Are you okay?”

  Despite how much it hurt to smile, Xander couldn’t stop himself, the relief that Ezra didn’t hate him was so heavy. “Yeah, yeah, man, I’m good. Are you?”

  Ezra nodded. “It’s a part of the life, you know? I can handle it.”

  Xander stepped forward and took Ezra’s head in his hands before pressing their foreheads together lightly. “No, son. Well, maybe you’re right. But you shouldn’t have to deal with it from your own brothers. I’m sorry.” Xander then stepped back and let go of Ezra, who smiled a little at him. Maybe he hadn’t forgiven him totally yet, but it was a start.

  “What are you gonna do about Roger?” Ezra asked.

  Xander shrugged. “I, uh, I gotta get the club on my side. That’s the main thing. Can’t exactly kill all of the fuckers myself.”

  “Nobody’s killing anybody,” Olivia scolded, her face going hard and severe.

  Fuck, she was cute when she acted like a schoolteacher. Xander had to hide the smile that threatened to spring across his face in response.

  “We can’t afford any more legal trouble right now.”

  “I, uh, I got a phone call from the cops,” Ezra said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Xander felt his stomach drop down in fear. “They were asking me if I’d be willing to testify and all, you know, press charges against you for assault.” They were all silent for a moment before Ezra spoke again. “I told them no. So I think it’s, you know, a public intoxication charge now. You’ll probably get fined or something.” Ezra kicked up a little bit of dirt with his shoe, nervous and bashful about this amazing act of kindness he’d done.

  Xander couldn’t even begin to put his gratitude in words. “I don’t deserve that, Ezra.”

  “Maybe not,” Ezra replied easily, shrugging. “But one day you will.”

  “Guess we’d better head in,” Olivia said, dropping Ezra’s hand to gesture to the clubhouse. “Gotta convince the whole crew about what Roger tried to do to me.”

  “I’ll tell them,” Ezra said. “At this point, it’ll go over better coming from me.” Before they could argue, Ezra broke into a light jog, evidently determined in his new mission to help them convert the Souls against Roger & co.

  “I think that was the first time you’ve ever called somebody ‘son’ back there,” Olivia whispered as Ezra disappeared inside the clubhouse. “Starting to sound a lot like your old man.”

  “Who, Jerry?” Xander asked, and Olivia nodded. He felt himself blush a little, unsure if he should feel insulted.

  “Hey, it’s a compliment. Just take it,” Olivia said firmly, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “You’re growing up, kid.”

  They waited for several long, excruciating minutes, trying to give Ezra time to convince the men about what happened before Olivia suggested trying to go in. Before they could, Ezra popped his head back out the entrance of the bar, waving at them to come inside.

  For one brief second, right before they crossed the threshold of the clubhouse, Xander was struck by the fear that this was a trick, that Ezra had simply lied when he accepted his apology and was now springing a trap on them, that the rest of the club was all going to rear up and attack him and Olivia both. But Xander beat back the fear and kept walking. Trust him. Trust your boy, he told himself. Be the leader Olivia wants you to be.

  There was no trap. As soon as they entered, Xander quickly scanned the room for any sign of Roger, but he couldn’t find him nor any of his men. Okay, so no big fight right now. Xander breathed another deep sigh of relief. He decided to head back to the stairs to check on his own apartment and make sure Roger hadn’t done anything while he was gone. Before he and Olivia could walk back there, Jerry intercepted them, pulling Xander aside by the elbow. Oh, God, here it goes.

  “Ezra told us about yesterday,” Jerry said in a rush before turning to Olivia. “Can you give us a minute, honey? Just one minute, me and him.”

  Xander was about to protest, unwilling to let Olivia out of his sight, but she complied before he could say anything, walking down to the bar to order a drink. Ezra walked up next to her, so Xander relaxed a little. At least nothing bad was going to happen right now, so he allowed Jerry to lead him into the meeting room to talk privately.

  “Why didn’t you come to me right away?” Jerry demanded, his wrinkled face drawn with worry.

  Xander felt like shrugging it off, but some voice inside him arg
ued until he opened his mouth to answer instead. That was what Jerry deserved, after everything.

  “I didn’t— I didn’t know if you would still have me, Jerry. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. For so long,” Xander said, thinking back to all the countless fights he picked for no reason.

  “You know I would always help you, no matter what, son,” Jerry replied.

  “Yeah, but…but maybe I knew I didn’t deserve it yet. I still don’t deserve it. I know that. But I’m here. I’m trying,” Xander said, his voice dropping at the end of his sentence. He didn’t know why he felt so damn shy talking to his own uncle, but it went away when Jerry’s hand clapped down on his shoulder and squeezed him tight. “Will you do me a favor?”