Bjorn: Teutonic Knights MC

by Carmen Faye

  She came awake with a groan, the feel of him sliding deep into her pulling her from sleep. He bottomed out, balls deep inside her, as he took her lips. She was still struggling out of the fog of sleep as he began to thrust slowly, but having him wake her with his cock filling her was the single most erotic thing anyone had ever done to her.

  She came alive in his arms, thrusting at him with her hips as she pulled his lips back to hers for another torrid kiss. He began to pound into her hard, his orgasm already close.

  She squeaked, holding him tight, as her climax rippled through her. It wasn’t a particularly hard orgasm, but having it arrive so fast, only moments after he entered her, somehow made it special.

  They’d only been fucking for a few minutes, but he liked how she had already come. Rather than fight his own orgasm, he reached for it, grunting softly as the wave of pleasure rolled over him. He sighed, relaxing into her, then kissed her slowly.

  “God, I needed that,” he whispered as the kiss dissolved.

  She sighed in contentment. She didn’t know it until they’d started, but she needed it to. “I love breakfast in bed,” she breathed before pulling him down and devouring him with a kiss.

  They kissed and snuggled for a time, then he pulled out of her, his cock still hard, and she wondered if he ever went soft.

  “Get your shower,” he said as he rolled off of her. “We need to get you back before Andrew misses you.”

  “Yeah,” she said softly. She didn’t want to go back. She wanted to stay here, go back to sleep, and have him wake her like that again. And again. Then again. Then fuck his brains out so they could sleep and start all over.

  ***

  “There you go, Mr. Lothbrook,” the salesman said, handing the small flip-phone to him. He took it and passed it to Peyton. “Is there anything else I can do for you this morning?”

  “This will do, thank you,” Ironside said as he rose, Peyton rising with him. He smiled to himself as the salesman struggled again not stare at Peyton’s breasts. Not that he could blame him. They were some very nice breasts.

  They stepped outside the store. “Keep that out of site, and leave it off so it can’t ring. If I need you I’ll leave a voicemail.”

  She nodded. She had to go through with this. It was the only way to get Melissa back, but Andrew would kill her if he found out she was helping the Knights.

  “If you call me, I want the first words out of your mouth to be the date. If I don’t hear the date, I’ll know somebody is listening. Use only that phone to call me. When I see it’s that number I’ll answer as, let’s see, Free Spirit Bar, okay?”

  She nodded again then swallowed hard.

  He pulled his money clip from his pants and peeled off bills, paused, peeled off a few more, then pressed the money into her hand. “Here’s $500. Don’t take any more money from them. You need to be squeaky clean, understand?”

  “Okay. And as soon as I find out where Melissa is, you’ll rescue her?”

  Ironside nodded. “You locate her, we’ll get her out. A deal’s a deal.”

  She smiled. “If I hear anything else, I’ll pass it along, as well.”

  “Be careful. If we caught a Saracens mole in the Knights, it wouldn’t go well for her.”

  She nodded. “I need to go.”

  He gave her a quick kiss. “I know. The cab should be here any moment.”

  ***

  “Where the fuck have you been?” Andrew snarled as Peyton walked into the Saracen’s clubhouse.

  She pulled a sheer nighty from her purse she’d purchased on the way for cover. “I bought you something,” she purred.

  “That’s all you fucking do! Shop!”

  “I’m sorry, Stud. I thought you’d like it,” she pouted, throwing everything she had into her performance. “I just want to look good for you.”

  He stormed across the room, grabbed the package from her hand, and threw it violently. “Stop wasting money on shit like that!”

  She cringed, thinking he was going to hit her. “I’m sorry, Stud! I’m sorry! I’ll take it back!”

  He glared at her a moment. “No. Forget it.”

  “What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”

  “No! It’s the fucking Knights!”

  “What about them?”

  “They fucking ambushed us last night! We lost seven, and Hicks and Conner were fucking shot! That’s what’s wrong!”

  “I’m sorry, Stud,” she purred, hiding her smile. Funny how the Saracens where ambushed last night.

  “Who else made it back?” she asked, her heart in her throat.

  “Dillon.”

  She relaxed. The brother who has spilled the secret was dead, and she was safe. “What can I do?”

  “Get me a fucking beer, and let me think,” he growled, turning his back on her.

  She scurried to retrieve his beer, opening it before handing it to him. She lounged against him, listening, hoping to pick up some useful information.

  “How did they know we were coming?” Dix growled.

  “I don’t fucking know,” Andrew growled in return, “unless someone tipped them. Who knew about the raid?”

  “Just those going on it, me and you.”

  “Were there any women around when you were discussing it?”

  “No! We’re smarter than that!”

  Andrew growled and took a pull from the bottle. “Fucking Knights. We’re going to have to deal with them.”

  “What are you going to do, Stud?” she purred.

  “Don’t know. But with them moving back into guns, they’re obviously going to try to push us out. Well fuck that! Two can fucking play that game.”

  She wanted to tell them the Knights didn’t take their guns, but held her tongue. If the two clubs would just talk to each other this could all be avoided, but no, they both had to prove who had the bigger dick.

  Andrew took another pull on his beer, then sat the bottle aside. He looked at her, then smiled, unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out. She smiled, the good club girl, and bent to take him into her mouth.

  ***

  “You’re fucking that Saracen’s bitch!” Honey snarled as Ironside stepped into the clubhouse, “and the whole club knows it!”

  “So?” he said calmly. He didn’t have time for this right now.

  “So! She’s a fucking mole! A mole sent by Andrew to spy on us, and you’re playing right into her hands!”

  “That’s none of your concern,” he said as he moved past.

  She was so mad she couldn’t think straight. The news of him fucking Peyton while on the phone with Dolch was already all over the clubhouse when she arrived this morning. Dolch obviously delighted in telling the story, describing in graphic detail how he and Peyton were screaming as they fucked while he and his team listened on the other end. Ironside was hers, and no fucking Saracens bitch was going to take him from her.

  “Ironside, Babe!” she called as she hurried after him, keeping her voice submissive. “I know she’s sexy, and maybe she’s good in bed, but I can give you whatever you want. You know that. I’ve always been there for you, and you don’t have to worry about me knifing you in the back.”

  He stopped and turned to face her. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “Peyton! I don’t trust her and you shouldn’t either. Babe! Nobody can fuck you like I do, and once the new wears off her pussy, you’ll see that. I’m trying to protect you! It’s not just me! Whiteshirt doesn’t trust her either. I’m worried about you.”

  He glared at her a moment. “It’s none of your business,” he said as he turned away.

  “It is my fucking business!” she yelled. “That Saracens bitch isn’t coming in here and taking you away from me!”

  He turned back to her, his face hard. “I’ll fuck who I want, when I want, you got that? You’re not my old lady, and don’t you ever forget it.”

  “Babe!” she simpered, stepping in close and pressing her body into his. “She
can’t fuck you like I can.” She reached inside his pants to stroke his cock, smiling as she felt it begin to swell in her hand. “You like that, Babe? You like me holding your cock, don’t you?” She reached up and pulled his head down. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me right now. Please, Babe. I need you so bad.”

  She let his head go and smiled up at him, opening the buttons on her shirt with one hand, still holding his cock with the other. He was hardening, but he didn’t want to fuck her. If he was going to fuck, he wanted to fuck Peyton.

  There was something about Peyton, something he couldn’t put his finger on, but he wanted her more than any other woman he’d ever been with. Last night, making him come as he talked on the phone…he smiled as he remembered.

  Honey gapped her blouse, allowing him to see the swell of her breasts. She was undeniably a sexy bitch with her golden blonde hair, deep set eyes and amazing breasts, and he had enjoyed the hell out of fucking her, but since getting a taste of Peyton, she was no longer doing it for him. He didn’t know if it was because Peyton had fucked the shit out of him, or had had enough of Honey, but she didn’t make his cock tingle like she once did. He stared at her a moment. Here was a beautiful, sexy, woman, throwing herself at him, begging for him to fuck her, and he was hesitating.

  “You want to fuck?” he snarled, pulling her lips close to his, pissed off he felt the way he did. He needed to forget Peyton. In a few days, a week, whenever she found that Melissa chick, she would be gone. She was nothing but some fresh pussy. He’d never allowed a woman to lead him around by his cock before, and he sure as fuck wasn’t going to start now.

  “Yes, Babe. I need you to fuck me so long and hard. I need you so bad,” she purred, liking the fire she was seeing in his eyes. She would show that fucking Saracens bitch. She would fuck him until he forgot all about her.

  He took her by the arm and threw he toward the back of the clubhouse, starting her moving toward the guest rooms. If she wanted to get fucked, he could certain oblige her.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Andrew pulled Peyton off his cock and to her feet. What he needed was a good hard fuck. He’d fucked some bimbo when while he was out of town trying to calm the cartel down, but she didn’t fight back when he roughed her up, not like Peyton. That’s what turned him on, the bitches fighting back as he buried his cock in them. What had turned him on, though, was having the Jefe and his men cheering him on as he fucked the shit out of the woman they’d given him for his pleasure.

  Peyton smiled as she slowly licked her lips and backed toward the sex room. She knew she was going to get fucked when Andrew unzipped his pants, and she accepted it as part of the price of freeing Melissa.

  He smiled as she slowly backed toward the play room, coaxing him with her finger, but today he was going to try a new game. He took two quick steps forward and grabbed her head and hauled her roughly back to him. Fucking Peyton with an audience? The thought of it made his cock throb.

  “I got a grand that says I can make this bitch beg before I come!” he called, holding her around the back of the neck. “Any takers?” There were none. “Come on!” he encouraged. “I’ll give you five to one I can out-fuck her. I’ll do her right here so you’ll know I’m not cheating you.”

  “I’ll take a hundred of that,” a rough man said, stepping forward.

  Andrew smiled. “A Franklin right there,” he cheered. The men would be cheering for her, but he loved a challenge and he was confident he could take her. “Anybody else? Since it’s five to one, I’ll go to $5,000. Come on, you pussies!”

  “Five hundred says she breaks you,” Pogo said with a grin as he stepped forward.

  “Five hundred!” Andrew cheered. “If she does, you can finish her.”

  Pogo took her face gently in his hand. He’d been lusting after her since she got there, and he’d take any chance to fuck her he could get, even if it was sloppy seconds. “You take him, you get half,” he promised her with a smile and a wink.

  She smiled back, but her heart was hammering. “Deal,” she cooed but then kissed Andrew lustily to cover.

  Pogo smiled. “Fuck it. Give me the other four hundred.”

  Andrew’s eyes went cold as they narrowed when the men roared in approval. “Done,” he said coolly. He didn’t like Pogo giving her too much incentive, but he couldn’t back down now.

  He whirled her around before grabbing the front of her shirt and ripping it open, the buttons flying about like shrapnel. He was going to finish this bitch in record time and put that fucking Pogo in his place.

  ***

  “Yeah, Babe,” Honey cooed as she turned to face Ironside after he shoved her roughly into the bedroom. “You want some? I got something for you right here,” she purred as she ran her hands down her body, writhing sensually. She began to slowly open her pants, her hand slipping inside, her other hand going to her neck as her head tipped back with a gasp. “I’m so hot!” she breathed, dragging her hand from her neck down between her breasts.

  Ironside smiled slightly. It was a good show, but that’s all it was: a show.

  “I need to feel your big, hard, cock inside me,” she purred as she sauntered up to him, her hand going into his pants again. He was hard, but not the steel hard he normally was. She began to unbutton his pants, watching his eyes as she gave him her best seductive smile.

  He waited as she opened the fly on his pants and slowly slid down his body to take him into her mouth. He breathed deep as she swallowed him, her tongue flicking and darting over and around his manhood. He grunted softly. Honey had skills, and her mouth felt fantastic, but the fire wasn’t there.

  She slurped and licked, purring as if he tasted of the finest chocolate, but heat had gone out of his eyes. She took him deep, almost to the point of gagging, but he showed no emotion, no heat, no desire. It was that fucking Peyton! He’d gotten a taste of some new pussy, and now he didn’t want her anymore? Fuck that! She would out fuck that bitch and show him what he would be giving up.

  “I need you, Babe. I need to feel your cock in me,” she breathed as she slithered out of her blouse and pants. She helped him undress, panting in exaggerated desire. “Come on, Babe. I want to feel you inside of me,” she gasped as two of her fingers disappeared inside of her, her other hand twisting her breast. “I need you to fuck me so hard,” she whimpered as she lay back on the bed. “Please fuck me hard. Please, Babe, please fuck me,” she moaned as if she was about to come from just thinking about him fucking her.

  He crawled into the bed with her, allowing her to roll a condom over his shaft, before he sank to her depths. “Fuck,” he muttered. She did feel good.

  She made some sensual noises as he slid into her, noises she knew men liked to hear. “That’s right. You fuck me. You fuck me good and hard. Fuck me any way you want,” she panted, her breasts heaving as she dragged her nails down his chest.

  ***

  Andrew threw her pants to the floor and pushed her roughly to the couch. If it had been Ironside man-handling her like this she would be panting for him, but with Andrew, she steeled herself for a brutal, uncaring fuck. He stared at her, his eyes burning as he roughly stripped, his big cock bouncing as he jerked his boots off.

  The fifteen men there formed a semi-circle around them as Andrew moved in, pausing in front of her. “Game on, bitch!” he growled.

  “You want to up the ante?” she snarled in return. She had a well-earned reputation for a smart mouth, so she might as well use it. “How about a side wager, to put some skin in the game and make it interesting? Just you and me.”

  “What?”

  “First to come. If you come first, you tell me where Melissa is.”

  “And if you come first?” he asked as a deep heaviness filled his cock, the thought of a fuck-fighting her in front of a crowd turning him on even more.

  “What do you want?”

  “You pull a train. You take every man here watching, until he goes soft,” he snarled. Let’s see them cheer for her n
ow, the bastards!

  She swallowed hard. After the fucking Ironside gave her last night and again this morning, she could outlast this asshole. “You’re on.” She saw his smile flicker. “What’s the matter, Stud? Don’t have the balls for it?”

  “I’m going to make you scream, bitch!”

  She smiled to hide her nervousness, knowing he was going to get rough and this wasn’t going to be pleasant. “Then let’s get it on.”