by Deja Voss
“Hey,” she says, opening the door just a crack. She’s biting her lip nervously, and I don’t know why she’s hiding behind the door.
“Am I interrupting something?” I ask. Her cheeks blush bright red and she opens the door the rest of the way, barely peeking her head out from behind it. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry I didn’t call you. Didn’t plan for shit to go sideways today.”
“Not mad, just…” She starts fucking giggling like a schoolgirl, and as she steps out from behind the door my eyeballs damn near fall out my head. “Do I look insane?”
She’s got on this tight black piece of fabric that shows off every single one of her delicious curves. There’s pieces of it cut out in the side. Her tits are pushed up and her nipples barely covered.
“I don’t know how long you planned on wearing that fucking thing,” I say, kissing her shoulder as my fingers tug at the top.
She moans as my lips touch her flesh, goosebumps forming on her skin. “I don’t care what you wear, babe, you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, but if you’re gonna run around in stuff like that I can’t promise I’m gonna be able to control myself.”
I push her up against the wall, and she closes her eyes and lets out a soft sigh as my hand travels up her thigh, parting her legs. I can feel the wetness radiating from her cunt.
“Driller, we gotta talk,” she says.
“I think it can wait,” I say, tangling my fingers in her curly hair, pulling it off to the side so I can lick the back of her ear.
“You’re going to claim me tonight,” she says.
The words make me harder than humanly possible. If my dick doesn’t destroy my zipper it’s going to be a good day. Still, I know better. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. If she knew what me claiming her entailed, she’d probably take off running. She’d want no part of me. No part of this place. No part of this fucked-up life.
“Someday, babe,” I growl. “Someday soon. You’re not ready yet.”
“Oh, I am,” she says, batting her eyelashes at me. “The question is, are you?”
There ain’t a doubt in my mind I wanna claim this broad so much. I want to spend every day with her for the rest of my life. I want her to be the only bitch to ever ride me, ride my bike. My love for her might’ve come on fast and loud, but it isn’t going anywhere. Ever. She’s my person.
All that aside, the claiming process…
“Betty told me everything. I know exactly what I’m up against. And I’m going to do it. For you. For me. For us. I want you to claim me tonight, Driller.”
There’s a need in her voice that I’ve never heard before. It’s so sexy.
“I trust you, Driller. If this is how it has to be, this is what I want.”
I drop to my knees and hike her dress up, kissing her soft thighs, licking her soaked pussy like a starving man. Worshiping her like she deserves to be worshiped. Like I will every day until the day I die.
She comes quickly, her knees trembling as she smacks her head off the wall behind her, screaming out my name.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “Tell me you’re sure. Tell me you’re one hundred percent damn sure.”
I trust Betty told her ever sordid detail of the claiming process, and part of me is a little thankful I didn’t have to do it myself. I know it sounds like some twisted sex thing, and to normal folks I guess it is. It’s more of a trust thing. A brotherhood thing. If anything were to ever happen to me, I need to make sure she’s taken care of. She needs to know that, being claimed by me, she’s not just getting me. My club is my life, and my club will protect her with their lives.
“I am absolutely positive, Driller. I mean it with every bone in my body. I mean it with every fiber of my soul. It’s meant to be. I can’t see it any other way. I want to give you this. I want to give you me.”
I rest my head on her stomach, holding her tight in my arms. I’m glad I’m on the floor already because I don’t know if I could stand right now. I might be tough but shit like this gets me. I never wanted in my life to hear a woman say these things to me, but then again, I never in my life wanted a woman like Pearl.
“Do you have any questions?”
“I have a million questions.” Her laugh is nervous, and she rakes her fingers through my hair. “I think most of them are silly, though.”
I kiss her belly button and fix her dress and get up so I can stare her in the eye. “Ain’t no such thing as silly questions.”
“I just… I guess… I don’t want to think about you with another woman.”
“And you will never have to,” I say, running my finger over her lip. Just like once she’s claimed I will never have to think about her with another man. Sure, some of the guys are a little more willing to share what’s theirs, but that ain’t me. I can appreciate and participate in the tradition without bending who I am.
All of it. The rules. The bylaws. The hierarchy. The stuff our forefathers created. It works for a reason. Everything happens for a reason.
At the end of the day, the only thing that matters is I’ve found my old lady. And now I’m going to share her with my best friend and seal the deal.
I can’t wait to tell him. All the shit that’s been going down, this is probably gonna be the perfect peace offering.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she says, biting her lip. Her face turns red.
“Does it turn you on when you think about it?” She smiles and turns her head, but I grab her chin. “Tell me, kitten. And don’t lie, because I’m sure your body will tell me the truth.”
Her eyes have this nervous glimmer. She moans as I kiss her and gently tug at her lip between my teeth.
“Yes,” she pleads, reaching for my dick.
“It turns me on, too. I promise, love, this is going to be a night to remember for the rest of your life.”
She gulps and sighs nervously. I can feel her heart racing, or maybe that’s just mine.
“Make the call,” she pleads.
“Before you change your mind?”
“No, before I rip your pants off and ride you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I say, grabbing her face in my hands and taking her mouth. The way she kisses me back, I don’t fucking need a claiming to prove she’s mine, but I’m gonna give it to her anyway.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Pearl
I’ve been in the bathroom far too long, trying to make sure the curl in my hair is perfect, and swooping on extra layers of waterproof mascara. I know I shouldn’t be so anxious, but it’s not every day you get claimed by your soulmate.
It’s not every day you have a threesome with his best friend, either, though.
“You really don’t need to do all that, Pearl,” Driller says, shaking his head as I walk out of the bathroom. He looks so fucking hot in his tight black t-shirt, his dark jeans that hug his hips in just a way that I can imagine that perfect V that leads straight to his cock. I know tonight means so much more than that, than our carnal desires being expressed, but something about him brings out this sexual beast in me that I had tucked away my entire life. “You look gorgeous, but you always look gorgeous. I don’t care what the fuck you’re wearing, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
It makes me blush. He always makes me feel good. Always makes me feel like more than I see myself. It’s mushy. It’s cheesy. If any of my girlfriends told me this nonsense about a guy they were dating I’d probably throw up.
“You think this is okay?” I ask, doing a turn. I can’t remember the last time I wore high heels, and I’m not exactly the most coordinated individual.
“I think it’s really sweet of you to get all dressed up like you’re going to prom or some shit,” he says, raising his eyebrow. “You really are putting in the effort.”
“I want it to be perfect,” I say. “This means so much to me. It means so much to us. This is a once in a lifetime thing, and I want to remem
ber it as the best day of my life.”
“Oh babe.” He grabs me in an embrace. “Every day is gonna be the best day of your life. I promise you that. I’ll do whatever it fucking takes.”
I can feel his heart beating, and I know it’s true.
“You ready?” he asks.
Ready as I’m ever gonna be.
I watch as he takes his leather cut off the back of the chair and drapes it over his shoulder. There’s something almost breathtaking about seeing him put it on. How he reveres it. How when he puts that piece of leather on, he’s not just Driller. He’s a man who both excites me and frightens me. Like a little kid who can’t resist touching a hot stove, I instead want to throw my entire body in the fire that he is.
I think the most nerve-wracking part of this whole thing is the way he walks me through the clubhouse. We get to the barroom and everyone is just standing there waiting. Stoney lifts his glass when he sees us. His dad leans in and whispers something in his ear. Betsy shoots me a wink, and Gwen and Ashley cheer.
“Go get ’em, slut!” Gwen shouts. I grab Driller’s hand tighter, my breath growing choppy as we walk through the room and out onto the porch.
Ransom is standing there with a smile on his face. He reaches for Driller and hugs him, patting him on the back.
“I’m happy for you, man,” he says. “Happy for me, too.” He pinches my ass and my heart starts to race faster. “Nice dress.”
He grabs my other hand and the three of us walk together to the building attached to the giant garage. Driller unlocks the door, and for a second I’m glad he let go of my hand because my palms are sweating ferociously.
He turns on the lights and I gasp at the sight of the solid oak table with the Dead Ringers moniker carved down the middle. I can feel it in the air; this is a sacred place. And we’re about to do a very sacred thing by desecrating it.
Driller walks over to the table and pours himself a shot of whiskey while Ransom makes sure the cameras are all working.
“Can you guys remind me again what all the cameras are for?” I ask. I feel like my voice is coming out like air being pressed from a balloon. Like a whiny little squeak.
Driller pops open a can of Diet Dr. Pepper, my favorite, and hands it to me. “I didn’t want you to think I don’t listen to you.” It’s a sweet gesture, but right about now I’m thinking I should throw caution to the wind and slam a couple shots.
“The cameras are in case shit ever goes sideways. It’s like a biker prenup. Once you are a part of our inner circle, you’re probably gonna hear some things. You’re gonna see some things. You’re going to be expected to keep those things completely confidential, do you understand?” Ransom asks. He pulls his belt off and folds it in half, slapping it off his hand. I can’t help but jump, fear twinged with a new kind of excitement I’ve never felt before. Something about the way he looks like he could destroy me with his dick turns me on.
“So, this whole thing, it’s not about brotherhood and taking care of each other?”
“Pearl,” Driller says, coming up behind me and pressing his nose to my neck. “It’s about that. I swear.” I can feel his cock growing harder behind me and I grind my hips up against him instinctively.
“It’s also about blackmail, if that ever becomes an issue. Now get on the floor and open your mouth, slut.”
“Go on,” Driller whispers in my ear, his hands creeping up my sides. “I love you. I promise. It’s gonna be alright.” The hair on my neck stands up at those words.
“I love you too,” I say with a sigh.
He kisses my neck and I melt. I shouldn’t be this turned on. I should run away, but my legs won’t let me. My brain is throwing up red flags, but my body is telling me to do as he says.
I slide down to the floor, and Ransom doesn’t hesitate to unzip his jeans, his erection hard and almost angry-looking as it drips a bead of precum from the tip. I clench my thighs together. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe Driller is running his fingers through my hair, urging me on, encouraging me to take that dick in my mouth while he watches.
“Show him how you take it for me,” Driller growls. “Take him deep, babe.”
His hand grips tighter in my hair as I find my rhythm, letting his cock fill my mouth. Tears fill my eyes as I start to gag, but Driller just pulls my hair harder, moving me back and forth. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, knowing these two could destroy me if they wanted to. Physically. Emotionally. But they won’t.
I’m doing this for the man I love more than anyone in the world. To make him happy.
“You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth. Driller’s a lucky man. You like sucking cock, babe?”
I feel Driller’s fingers reach for my soaking wet pussy, roughly finding his way inside and twisting them until he’s pressing on my g-spot. The feeling is overwhelming and there’s nowhere for me to go, sandwiched in between these two.
“She loves it, don’t ya,” Driller asks. “Tell him. Look in the camera and tell him.”
It’s not really words coming out of my mouth considering I can barely breathe with his dick in me, but an attempt is made. Ransom seems to approve. “Let her cum,” he says. “Give the bitch what she wants.”
As Driller’s fingers graze my clit, I feel like I’m going to black out. My body grows rigid as he whispers in my ear, “Good girl.” I’m not inside my body anymore, instead drifting above. My brain is mush. I don’t want anything but to please Driller. In this moment I don’t want to be anything but his property.
“You want my cum on your face, pretty girl?” he asks as he pulls his cock from my mouth, stroking it right in front of my eyes.
“Whatever Driller wants,” I say, gasping for air.
“I like that answer,” Ransom says.
“Mark her,” Driller urges sternly. Ransom does as he’s asked, and my face is soon coated in his hot white jizz. I don’t care. They can do whatever they want with me. Suddenly it becomes apparent that this is truly a trust thing, that it is just as important for me and Driller to experience this together as it is for him and Ransom. That this strange ritual is so much more than the feeling between my legs.
Which is basically the insane throbbing of my pussy.
Driller pulls me up off the floor and takes my dress completely off. He leans back on the table and takes his dick from his jeans.
“Turn around,” he says. “Face the wall.” I do as I’m told. “Show me how much you want me in your ass, girl.” I look over my shoulder with surprise and he just smirks at me. “Go on, babe.”
He slaps my ass hard enough I feel a burning sensation, but fuck if I don’t love it.
Ransom is standing in front of me, grabbing at my breasts with his big strong hands. “Show your man how much you want him in your ass, love.”
I can’t believe I’m doing this, but the lust is overwhelming. I take my finger and put it between my lips, wetting it. Ransom nods in approval. As I use my finger to find my most sacred spot, they both grunt in unison. I look over my shoulder and Driller is stroking his cock. I’m still not completely used to this foreign sensation, but damn if I don’t want him inside me more than anything right now.
Driller grabs a bottle of lube from the table and I let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m gonna take it easy on ya,” he says with a wink. “This time.”
He coats his dick with the lube and reaches for my hips, pulling me back on top of him. The head of his cock gently nudges my ass, but as soon as the tight ring of muscles starts to relax, he pulls me all the way back onto him, filling me in one swoop.
“May I?” Ransom asks, licking his lips, as Driller starts thrusting in and out of me gently.
“You suddenly got manners?” I tease.
“Ma’am, I’m about to lick your pussy. I wasn’t asking you anyway.”
Driller chuckles and tells him to knock himself out. I just close my eyes and enjoy the new sensations in my body. Between feeling so stret
ched by Driller and Ransom’s talented tongue, I can’t hold off any longer. My body writhes in ecstasy as I come harder than before.
“You’re fucking delicious, babe,” Ransom growls. “Makes me hard all over again.”
“Well get up in there, then,” Driller says. “I’m fixing to lose it soon.”
My eyes widen as Ransom pulls out a condom and rolls it over his hard cock. Driller kisses me softly on the neck. “You ready for this?” he asks.
I nod and turn my lips to meet his, a hunger for him like I’ve never felt before. Ransom teases the outside of my pussy with his cock, and I gasp as he begins to slowly slide it in. I feel stretched to max capacity, like I’m going to explode. He thrusts in and out slowly as Driller holds my hips.
Their moans are so hot, and the way their hands are touching me all over, every inch of my flesh, I feel like I’m being swept up in a wave of pleasure, and all I have to do is exist. It’s otherworldly. Soon Driller starts slowly thrusting in time with Ransom, stretching me and pushing me further than I’ve ever been before.
My walls begin to contract around their two cocks, and my toes curl. I close my eyes and let myself hang like a rag doll between the both of them as they continue to fuck me into oblivion.
Driller’s dick begins to twitch and he sinks his teeth into my shoulder as I feel the warmth of his cum fill my insides. Ransom quickly follows, his hands groping roughly at my breasts as he moans into my mouth.
Just like that, it’s over. We’re a sweaty mess. Ransom pecks me on the forehead and smiles before walking over the garbage can to dispose of the rubber. Driller rests, out of breath, with his head in the nape of my neck, and I take his hands and wrap them around me, squeezing them before I start to giggle.
“That camera thing, that’s just for show.” Ransom zips up his jeans and throws on his jacket. “We’d never blackmail you, doll. You’re one of us, now. I knew it from the day you walked in the door.”