RAW: THE ULTIMATE MC COLLECTION

by Palomino, Honey

  “What?” I turned around, confused.

  “For Rebel. I tried to get her to cover up, to wear something a little…more substantial…but she’s fucking nineteen, and she either doesn’t realize the effect she has on men, or she just doesn’t care.”

  “She fucking knows,” I replied, practically growling in agony. “And she fucking loves it.”

  “Yeah…” Harley followed me to the bar. “I guess you’re right.”

  “I gave her the bike,” he said quietly as he sat next to me at the bar while we waited for Hairy Joe to pour our whiskey.

  His words jarred me, I had forgotten about that bike long ago.

  “The bike? Her bike? The red Harley?” I asked, incredulously.

  “Yep.”

  His brevity told me discussion was not an option on this topic, so I just nodded my head slowly as I devoured my first shot of many.

  “You ready for tomorrow?” I asked somberly. We might have been partying tonight, but our duties tomorrow were no joke. We all took our business seriously.

  “More than ready to show these cartel cunts that we are not a club they want to betray, that’s for sure.”

  “Yeah, me too. Fuck them.” Our loyalty to the club rang loud and true, and I knew we both found some comfort in that fact.

  “Yeah, but listen. Tonight, we celebrate Maverick. He’s a righteous dude, and he deserves a good party. Let’s let loose a little and have a good time.”

  “You got it, boss,” I replied, the fifth shot of the day going down like butter.

  “There’s a lot of women here tonight. Maverick insisted he get at least three of them, so make sure you save some for him.” Harley winked at me as he walked away, leaving me at the bar alone.

  I watched the party in full-swing through the garage doors, the band playing loud rock music, the girls dancing in front of the stage, each of them holding a bottle of liquor in their hands, and circling around Maverick like vultures around a dead crow. And there was Rebel, right in the middle of the action. Looking like she belonged and completely out of place all at the same time.

  She was so damned young and naive, and as I watched all the other men leering at her, the familiar feeling of wanting to rescue her filled my veins. And there was something else I wasn’t used to. Jealousy.

  Ignoring it, I took three more shots before I walked out the door to join the party. As soon as my boots hit the pavement, Rebel spotted me and made a bee-line right for me.

  Fuck.

  As I swayed in front of her, she looked up at me, all innocence and sexuality, and I realized that if I wanted to keep my guard up, then drinking eight shots of whiskey was probably not the best idea. I could think of nothing else but ripping that top off of her and bending her over my bike again.

  “Hey…” she smiled up at me, purposefully jutting out her tits, and rubbing them against my arm as she placed a hand on my chest.

  “Hey, Rebel.” I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her mouth. I watched it move, remembered the feel of it beneath my own lips, the softness, the way she melted into me, and I licked my lips, staring at her speechless.

  “Will you dance with me, Mason? I’m tired of dancing with the other girls.” She ran her hand up and down my chest, pleading with me with those damned eyes of hers. “Pleassssssse?”

  “No.” Abruptly, I grabbed her hand, and removing it from my chest, I dropped it and walked away from her, leaving her standing on the side of the stage all alone.

  I knew I hurt her, but what the fuck was I supposed to do? If I put one hand on her, not only would Harley kill me, but if my cock swelled any bigger it would explode, and I would surely die from blood loss.

  Was Rebel’s pussy worth dying over?

  It was a fact I would debate with myself over and over the rest of the evening.

  I avoided her as much as I could, watching her from a distance when I got curious what she was doing. The moments of having her out of my sight were a welcome relief, and pure torture at the same time. I was damned if I did, and damned if I didn’t, and if I didn’t find some relief soon, I was going to explode.

  Women. Fucking women. No woman had ever gotten to me like this, and I was doing my damnedest to convince myself that the only reason I felt this way about Rebel was because I had known her so long, because I felt responsible for her in some way, because I felt this ridiculous macho need to save her.

  I knew what I needed to do, and the best thing to do was to do it quickly.

  I nodded to Becky, one of the regular club girls, a tall, lanky red-head with a great ass. She walked over to me, hell she strutted over to me, her short black dress and leopard print pumps practically begging me to fuck her before she stopped short in front of me.

  I looked down at her, then looked over at Rebel dancing uninhibitedly, with not a care in the world, looking like some young, innocent starlet. I grabbed Becky by the arm, pulling her along with me, and down the hall to the club bedroom. Hopefully, nobody else was in there.

  We were in luck. I shut the door behind us quickly, desperate for some sort of release, some quick moment of reprieve from thinking about Rebel.

  “Hey, Mason…” Becky knew the drill. She pulled off her dress quickly, standing bare naked in front of me, nothing but her tall heels and her diamond earrings adorning her perfect body. Her long red hair flowed down her back, reaching all the way to her amazing ass.

  “Hey Becky, how you doing tonight, darling?” I asked.

  She smiled her most beguiling smile at me, her body just as tightly wound as mine.

  “I’m better now, Mason…” her voice trailed off as she walked closer to me.

  Small talk was bullshit. I had one mission here, and I needed to complete it as efficiently as possible.

  “Bend over the bed,” I commanded gruffly.

  Becky obeyed me like a puppy. She placed her hands on the bed, her ass pushed up at me invitingly as she wiggled it.

  She was magnificent. Young, fresh, with smooth, flawless, creamy skin. She was a masterpiece in a shit show.

  I quickly undressed, and standing behind her, I grabbed her red hair, wrapping it around my fist, and pulled her head back towards me. My cock had been hard for days and yet as soon as I entered her, it softened.

  “Fuck!” I yelled, as visions of Rebel’s face flashed in my head. “You gotta be fucking kidding me!”

  Becky turned to look up at me, wiggling her ass at me again.

  “You okay, darlin’?” she drawled.

  “Shit. Yeah, sorry Becky, this ain’t fucking happening after all.”

  She stood up, pressed her red lips to mine quickly and smiled.

  “No problem, Mason,” she shrugged. “It happens. You’ve had a lot to drink.”

  “Yeah, I guess…” I mumbled. This shit never happened to me, no matter how much I drank. No, this had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with a rebellious hellion of a woman.

  I gave Becky a hug, and just as I was regaining my thoughts, I heard the loud slam of the door behind us. I turned quickly, catching the sight of black hair before the door closed and the sound of footsteps running down the hall filled my ears.

  Fuck!

  It had to be Rebel, and the last thing she needed to see was me in a naked embrace with Becky.

  I dressed, gave Becky a quick kiss, and ran down the hall after Rebel.

  But she was nowhere to be found. After five minutes of looking around, I gave up and returned to the bar, my buzz having disappeared already.

  I sighed as I sat drinking from the bottle slowly and slowly smoking a joint I pulled from my pocket. Becky emerged from the back room, flashing me a sweet smile as she walked back outside.

  That was not how it was supposed to be. Up until now, my life had been once easy fuck after another. Easy. Two consenting adults addressing a mutual need, and once fulfilled, going their own separate ways. No messy feelings. No disappointing relationships or expectations getting in the w
ay. No broken hearts or yearning for better days.

  Nothing lasted forever, and I wasn’t so delusional that I thought I could ever have something with Rebel. It was impossible.

  It was my cock that was having a hard time believing it, as it slowly began growing again now, betraying me for a second time.

  I sat there for over an hour, trying to forget everything, going over all the details regarding tomorrow in my mind, but repeatedly interrupted by flashes of Rebel.

  Rebel, at twelve, learning to ride her bike, the smile that lit up her face when she finally got the hang of it and went around the block by herself the first time. Rebel, crying and trembling in fear as the cops brought her home after her first shoplifting adventure. Rebel, walking up to me that first day in the shop, pretending to be brave, pretending to be someone else, before I kissed her, before her luscious lips kissed me back.

  Fuck this shit. I couldn’t just sit here bathing myself in her memory.

  I needed to pee, so I stumbled to the bathroom at the end of the long hallway near the bedroom. As I approached, the door opened, and Rebel came out giggling and adjusting her clothes, followed by a very sheepish looking Maverick.

  “What the fuck?” I bellowed, throwing the birthday boy up against the wall.

  “Nothing happened, Mason, I swear!” I was choking him, holding him up against the wall with one hand, my other hand balled up in a fist ready to punch his teeth out.

  “Wait!” Rebel screamed, trying to pull me off of him. “Nothing happened, for fuck’s sake, Mason - let him go!”

  I took a deep breath, looking into Maverick’s eyes, the red I was seeing clearing from my vision.

  “We were just talking, that’s all!”

  I let go of Maverick, pushed him down the hall, and quickly turned to Rebel. Anger flashed in my eyes. Anger that she would go into a room alone with Maverick. Anger that she would show up at our party dressed like that. Anger that she had come back into my life the way she had, a hot mess of gorgeous woman and hot pussy that I couldn’t resist. Anger that she was the only woman in the world that my cock was responding to.

  “Get in here.” I growled, grabbing her arm and pushing her into the bedroom.

  I slammed the door behind us, and then pushed her up against it with my body, my cock once again fully hard and pressed up against her pussy as my lips smashed into hers.

  No thoughts filled my mind. My body had one reason for living — for climbing inside Rebel and staying there.

  I kissed her hard, my passion building dangerously as she melted under me, the door the only thing holding her up against my assault.

  She whimpered into my mouth as my tongue twirled against hers, drawing her own passion out of her inch by inch. Reaching down, I tore myself from her lips and scooped her up, carrying her to the bed and throwing her on it. Her denim skirt rose up around her hips, revealing a thin scrap of black panty covering her mound.

  I knew I should walk away, but as I gazed down at her lying there — her eyes wet with desire, licking her lips and looking up at me like she had never seen a man before — there was no turning back.

  I had to have her. And I had to have her then.

  “Fuck, Rebel…” I growled, our bodies drawn to each other like a couple of fireflies.

  I ripped off my shirt, and laid on top of her, the feel of her warm hands sliding over my skin like electric shocks shooting to my very core. I kissed her over and over, our bodies melting together in a desperate need to be closer.

  We wrapped our arms around each other, clinging to one another as our tongues collided, until I pulled back and looked down at her. Her eyes fluttered as she opened them, blinking back tears that threatened to spill down her beautiful face.

  “Rebel. I can’t take this anymore,” I whispered gruffly. It was as if time stopped, the world around us stopped, there was nothing but Rebel laying under me, her arms and legs wrapped around me, her beautiful blue eyes staring up at me…and all the promises of ecstasy that every inch of her flesh tempted me with.

  “I can’t stop thinking about you,” I continued, watching her as I spoke. I caressed her face, my kisses covering her lips and then her eyes and then her lips again.

  “I don’t know what happened, I don’t know why, and I sure as fuck don’t know how, but I need you in my life, Rebel. I need you in my arms.” I trailed kisses down her neck, her soft moans purring in my ears. “I need you in my bed…”

  “Mason, oh Mason…” she murmured, arching her back up to me, silently displaying her own needs.

  “I need you, too…please, now…”

  “Oh, baby girl…” I looked down at her again, lying under me, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life, and my heart swelled with love for her.

  It was a curious mix, I noticed. Lust and love all rolled up together in a completely unfamiliar cocktail of uncontrollable feelings.

  I didn’t want to hurt her. And yet I wanted to fuck her so hard and for so long, that it would be impossible not to.

  My eyes trailed down her body, her bikini top reminding me of the first day she had shown up at the shop. My cock twitched when I remembered the feel of her tightness wrapped around me, and as I caressed her now, my lips trailing along her luscious skin, tasting her, licking her, sucking the soft flesh of her neck between my lips — I knew I would never be able to stop.

  It didn’t matter that she was Harley’s sister.

  It didn’t matter that she was too young.

  It didn’t matter that having her in my life could be dangerous for her.

  It didn’t matter that if I let her, she could rip open my heart and kill any bit of love I still possessed.

  All that mattered was right here, right now — and, as she moaned and cooed under my touch in the dimly light room — that was all I could see.

  Throwing all reason and caution to the wind, I untied her bikini top from around her neck, pulling the fabric down and exposing her perfect tits to my hungry eyes once again. As soon as my lips engulfed her nipple, the passion inside me exploded and I was filled with the savage hunger of a starving man.

  I devoured her. Inch by luscious inch, I consumed her.

  Not one spot of her flesh was safe against my assault as I licked and bit and kissed her everywhere I could reach. Roughly, I sucked her nipples into my mouth. She cried out as she pulled my head into her, her fingers sinking into my hair.

  I stood up, removed my boots and jeans as quickly as I could, and then pulled her skirt off of her before I stopped to drink her in again. She smiled up at me, wiggling like a concubine trying to entice her suitor.

  I wanted to go slow, I really did. But it was impossible, as I had done nothing but think of this moment for days, and all I wanted was to get inside of her, to taste her, as fast as I could. But this wasn’t just all about me, and I somehow found the strength to take a deep breath as I pulled her panties over her hips and down her thighs, before throwing them on the ground behind me.

  Running my hands up and down the inside of her thighs, I delighted in the vision of her wiggling and straining under my touch. I pulled my mouth down, trailing kisses up her thighs, first one then the other, going as slow as I could find the strength to, until I reached her center. Her pussy was absolutely beautiful, and as soon as my tongue licked her clit, she cried out, her body pressing up to me, begging for more.

  I dove into her delicious center, devouring her slowly at first, and then sucking her swollen clit into my mouth rhythmically. She tasted like heaven, and I moaned into her. My fingers entered her, her wetness seeping over my hand as I fucked into her soft pussy, licking and suckling at her juices as I pleasured her. The feel of her body under me was amazing, and as I slowly coaxed her pleasure from her undulating body, her moans and whimpers filled my ears, until I felt her spasming around my hand, her body clenching onto me, her hips dancing around ecstatically.

  My heart filled with joy knowing I was pleasing her and as her moans quieted, she pulled me
up to her face, her kisses soft and sweet as she clutched at my shoulders.

  “Oh, Mason…” she cried, as I slid my hardness into her. She was so tight, so wet, and pure paradise as I rocked into her, my senses heightened and tuned into every move she made under me. Once again, I melted into her, my head lost in the pleasure of her, the pain of her, and all of it mingling together until there was no difference, it was all the same, and whatever was going on outside of this room didn’t exist, as long as we were here, as long as we were together.

  All that was ever going to be, was right here in this moment.

  Our bodies danced together as she met my every thrust, hers a perfect fit for mine. My passion built as she slid up and down my growing cock, the pressure so painful and yet so amazing that I didn’t want to stop, and when I felt my release rising in the pit of my stomach, I slowed down, despite the intense urge to come.

  I didn’t want it to end. In the back of my mind, the last thing I wanted was to return to reality, to some sort of existence that didn’t include Rebel, that didn’t include the pleasures of Rebel’s body.

  I kissed her again, over and over, our lips unable to resist the pull of sliding against each other, just as my cock was experiencing with her perfect pussy. Just as I was contemplating staying in this room with Rebel forever, she began pushing back at me hard, her own need rising again and taking over.

  As her spasms began, her body milking me, squeezing me with her own release, my body betrayed my best intentions and the pressure building inside me spilled out, my cock hammering in and out of her, the speed of my hips increasing as I slammed into her roughly, harder and harder until there was nothing left but the sound us trying to catch our breath as I lay gently on top of her.

  Her breasts were soft and heaving against my chest, and I pulled her into me, wanting her as close to me as I could get her as our kisses turning gentle and soft.

  After a moment, I pulled away slightly, smiling down at her once again.

  “Oh, Rebel…” I said, kissing her neck, and laying my head against her, as I caressed her nipple with my hand.