Demented Sons Series Volume One: Books 1-4 (Demented Sons MC Iowa)

by Kristine Allen

  Becca looked up at me and did her best to pull herself together. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m really tired, so a friend is gonna give me a ride home.” In an attempt to set her mind at ease, I smiled.

  “Steph, I can leave. It’s no big deal.” She tried to match her expression to her words, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes.

  “No way, you stay. They were leaving anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Of course.” We hugged and I whispered, “You better be careful, okay? Call me if you need me.”

  “I promise I will, but you know I won’t,” she returned with a cheesy grin.

  After getting her keys, I ran to the car, grabbed my bag, and rushed her keys back to her. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug. Her perfectly shaped eyebrow rose as she looked at me strangely.

  I prayed my blush didn’t give me away as I hurried away, waving.

  Trying to catch my breath, I arrived at the side of the barn to see him casually resting on the picnic table. With his legs crossed at the ankle and those amazing arms crossed at his chest, he was freaking gorgeous.

  Hooded eyes watched me approach, and a slight smirk curled those kissable lips.

  “I wasn’t sure you’d come back,” he said, eyes smoldering as they took in my breathlessness and the rise and fall of my breasts.

  A smile hovered on my mouth. “Just had to grab my stuff and make sure Becca was okay.”

  Stepping into the shadows, I pulled my jeans up my legs, lifting my skirt as I pulled them over my ass. I may have been preparing to jump his bones, but I wasn’t about to give some wandering partygoer a show. Then I unzipped the skirt and slid it down over my jeans, stepping out of it and shoving it in my string bag with the heels, cinching it up and slinging it over my shoulders.

  There were no socks in my bag, so I slipped my boots on barefoot—gross, but it wasn’t forever. “Okay. Ready when you are!”

  His hand was warm as he held mine. It didn’t take us long to walk through the parked cars to a couple of bikes that were under a large oak tree. He stopped next to a sleek, metallic black Harley decked out in shiny chrome. Sexy freakin’ bike for a sexy guy.

  Score one for the Harley shirt Becca loaned me.

  “Hey, Colton!” A cute guy with light brown hair and laughing eyes came running up.

  “Jesus, they would run in pairs. Wow,” I mumbled to myself.

  “Here, in case you need to get in before I get there. I know where the spare is kept, so I’ll be good.” Tossing a single key to my Mr. Sexy, who now had a name, he gave me a grin. Then he turned and jogged back to a cute, short platinum blonde.

  Becca should’ve grabbed him instead of Brent. Oh well, her loss.

  “You ever ridden before?” he asked with a questioning look, pulling my gaze back to him.

  With a smile, I nodded. “I used to ride with my brother. It’s been a while, but I think I can handle it.” Jesus, I sucked at being cute.

  Kill me now.

  Thankfully, he ignored my ridiculous sex-kitten attempt. He pulled me close and smiled before gently nipping the shell of my ear, then down the side of my neck. Firm hands slid to cup my butt, squeezing before giving me a little pull into his hard shaft.

  “Then let’s go for a ride.” When he raised his eyebrows in a comical waggle and smiled, I laughed. His grin brought out his sexy dimples.

  Feeling brave, I reached around and squeezed his butt like he had mine.

  “Jesus, my butt’s not nearly that rock hard!”

  Shaking his head, he chuckled.

  Mortified that I’d said that aloud, I scrunched my nose. But seriously, he had a great ass.

  After shoving my bag in one of his leather saddlebags, he handed me a helmet that had been hanging from the handlebars.

  Hesitantly, I placed it over my head, crushing my curls, and he adjusted the chin strap to make it fit the best he could. I gave him what I knew was a huge grin as he tapped my nose with his finger. He smiled before swinging his leg over the bike and firing it up.

  As soon as the bike roared to life with a deep rumble, I shivered.

  Effortlessly, he lifted it upright and flipped the kickstand up, then motioned for me to climb on. There was no sissy rest, just a little seat in the back. So, after I got on, I wrapped my arms around his waist and slid my hips close.

  Those sexy-as-shit abs against my fingers were nearly my undoing. Swallowing down my desire, I pressed my ample breasts into his back. When I did, he looked over his shoulder, raised an eyebrow with a grin, and said, “Hang on, baby. You’re in for the ride of your life.”

  Lordy, I hope so.

  Jesus, having those tits against my back was torture. Add that to her hands running along my abs and her pussy pushed up tight against my ass the whole way, and I was a goner.

  This girl was going to be the death of me.

  It wasn’t long before we arrived at her apartment, which was actually the lower level of an old four-square-style house. It wasn’t huge, but it had a nice porch out front.

  She closed the door, and I scanned the visible area. They’d made the little apartment homey.

  As I slipped my arms around her waist, I brushed her hair away from her neck with my nose. She smelled like the crisp night air and whatever shampoo she used. Mixed with her perfume, it was the perfect aphrodisiac as I ran my nose and lips up her neck to her jawline.

  After nipping her jaw, I spun her around to face the wall. Placing her hands flat on the wall above her head, I slid mine down her arms and around to cup her tits.

  They spilled over my fingers—not huge but definitely more than a handful. Groaning, I rolled her nipples with my fingertips through her bra. I gave them a gentle pinch before reaching down for the hem of her shirt. Slowly, I raised it up over her lithe body before tossing it on the nearest chair.

  Unable to keep them off her for long, I slid my hands down her body. Starting at her wrists, I slowly trailed to her hips and back up to lace my fingers with hers.

  “You sure you want this? Last chance,” I breathlessly warned.

  She whimpered and reached over, nipping my forearm.

  I took that as a yes. Thank God, because I may’ve died from blue balls if she’d changed her mind.

  Reaching around to her flat, smooth belly, I unbuttoned her jeans. Slowly, I moved the zipper down before slipping my fingers into the waistband of her panties.

  Our breathing was harsh and rapid as I slid my fingers farther down. I kept expecting to encounter soft curls, but fuck me, the girl shaved everything.

  Gliding my fingers through her slick wetness, I groaned.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re wet for me. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  She moaned a sexy, little low sound, but I wasn’t letting her get off that easy. “No. Say it. Tell me what you want.”

  “You,” she said. “I want you.”

  “You want me to fuck you with my fingers or my cock? You gotta say the words.” Damn, she was hot, and I was ready to bend her ass over right there if she didn’t specify. The need to fuck her long and hard had my fingers plunging deep within her.

  Except as fucking horny as I was, it may not last long. At least not the first time.

  “Oh God, everything. I want it all,” she moaned.

  Sighing into her neck, I shimmied her jeans down her legs and helped her step out of them before kicking them to the side. Then I went back to the waist of her panties, pulled her hips back to bend her over, and dropped to my knees behind her.

  Sensually, I hooked my fingers in the sides of her sexy underwear. As I slowly exposed the globes of her ass, I licked, sucked, and kissed her soft skin. Unable to wait any longer, I spread her legs with my knees and pushed my face into her pussy from behind. Running my tongue from front to back, I savored her before burying it deep in her wet slit.

  Fucking hell, she was so wet it was running down my chin as I fucked h
er with my tongue and nipped gently at her pussy lips. When I reached around to circle and pinch her clit, she rubbed herself on my face and hand. Her breath was coming faster and shorter with little gasping moans slipping from her.

  When I knew she was close, I slowed down and softly kissed her wet pussy lips. She was so responsive, and I fucking loved it.

  She whined when I stopped and stood up. I wiped my face with the back of my hand before pressing it into her hair.

  When she cried out in frustration, I kissed her shoulder. “Not here. Where’s your room?”

  Impatient, she led me to her room, tossing hot looks over her shoulder as we headed down a short hall that ended with what looked like it must be the bathroom. Finally, she took the door to the left.

  As soon as we entered the room, she shut the door with her foot and pushed me the few steps to the bed. Not one to give up control, I grabbed her waist as the backs of my knees hit the bed, and we tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Frantically, we kissed, nipped, and licked anywhere we could reach. I’d never felt so consumed in my life.

  Turning her to her back, I kissed her deep, our tongues teasing and tangling. Needing more, I left her mouth and trailed down her body, licking and sucking at her tits and drawing her nipples into my mouth, gently scraping my teeth along them as I let go.

  Groping hands reached up to unbutton my jeans as I knelt between her spread legs. Bordering on desperate, I grabbed the back of my shirt, pulled it over my head, and tossed it to the floor. After she had my jeans undone, she reached in and stroked my cock with slow, firm movements.

  Swear to Christ, I had to grab her hand to stop her before I embarrassed myself and shot my load all over her soft, tanned belly. Needing to hurry, I slid my jeans down, my stiff shaft springing out.

  I thought I’d died and gone to heaven when she leaned up and licked the glistening drop off the head of my cock.

  Jesus. My eyes rolled in my fucking head until I gained control.

  Worshipfully, I nipped and licked down the curve of her cleavage to her pierced belly button. Everything about her was sexy as hell. Relishing in the softness of her skin, I rubbed my face along her firm, flat stomach, leaving a faint redness behind from the light stubble of my short beard.

  Fuck the Army. I’d refused to shave while I was on damn leave.

  When I reached her shaved mound, I buried my face back in that pussy like a starving man. Taking her clit between my teeth, I flicked it with my tongue, looking up at her and meeting those gorgeous eyes as they glazed over with desire.

  As I licked her in a long, slow sweep, she ran her tongue across her kiss-swollen lips. With that small action, I about flipped my shit.

  She was gonna come, and then I was going to bury my cock deep in that dripping wet pussy. Because I couldn’t wait anymore.

  “Come for me.” Ravenously, I continued to work her over while I slipped a finger in her soaking sheath and stroked her G-spot. She moaned and thrashed as she tightened her thighs around my head.

  Knowing she was close, I slid a second finger in her and kept fucking her with my tongue and fingers until I heard her cry out in ecstasy. Her body tensed as her walls contracted and pulsed around my fingers. I didn’t think it was possible, but she got even wetter as she gushed over my fingers and tongue while she screamed.

  “Yeah, that’s it. Scream for me.”

  Fuck, she was ready, and I needed to be balls deep in that tight, slippery cunt of hers or I may fucking quit breathing. Needing to feel her wrapped around me, I slid up her body until the head of my cock skimmed her wetness.

  Before I entered her, I kissed her so she would taste herself on my lips and tongue. Then I pulled away, resting my forehead on hers and holding most of my weight on my forearms.

  As she looked up at me panting, her own juices glistened on her lips from our kiss. Blinking slowly, she said the words I’d been waiting for all night.

  “Fuck me, Colton. Jesus, please, fuck me now.”

  Watching where we were about to join, I slipped the tip of my cock in and out a couple of times before I looked her in the eye and slid into heaven.

  I’D ONLY BEEN WITH two guys. One was during the bumbling loss of my virginity in the back seat of a car to my first serious boyfriend. He moved away a month later. The other was a guy I dated for a few months my freshman year of college. Until he decided the brunette who sat next to us in algebra was better than me and shit-canned me.

  Needless to say, my experience was definitely limited, but holy hell. Colton was a sex god.

  As soon as we’d entered my apartment, it was like we spontaneously combusted. I couldn’t touch him enough or get close enough. If his body could have literally absorbed mine, I would have been happy.

  Never had I felt so connected to someone. It was as if our bodies knew each other.

  With every touch, my body shattered into a million fragments, then fell back together. Like a Greek god, his body was rock hard and abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous.

  Those tats I saw peeking out of his shirt sleeves were dark and light abstract designs that stretched up to his shoulders and wrapped around to the back of his arms. I wanted to trace every line with my tongue.

  “You’re beautiful,” I whispered as I drowned in his ice-blue eyes.

  When I’d first unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his cock from its confines, I almost swallowed my tongue. I knew there was no way in hell he was going to fit. Like silk-encased steel, I could barely wrap my hand around him.

  He proved me wrong.

  After teasing me for a few seconds, gliding just the tip of his massive cock into my entrance, he finally gave me what I needed. As he slid all the way in, there was a slight burn as I stretched to accommodate him. Groaning in satisfaction, I hooked my legs around his thighs.

  With his chin dropped to his chest and his eyes tightly closed, he held still while he breathed deep but ragged. Muscles tense and quivering with the restraint he fought for, he held his weight up on his arms. Finally, he lifted his head and looked me in the eye as he pulled nearly all the way out.

  “This one is going to be hard and fast. I can’t hold back. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he ground out, then slammed his cock back in me.

  “Mmm, yesss,” I moaned. Allowing him better access and needing him deeper, I raised my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist.

  Reaching up, I ran my hands along the defined muscles of his back, feeling every contour and ridge. The rhythm was frantic. Each drive of his cock into my wet pussy left me tingling as he massaged my G-spot over and over until I couldn’t hold back.

  “Oh my God, oh my God!” I wailed on repeat, arching my back as my inner muscles pulsed and squeezed his shaft. Centered in my core, my body exploded. Sparks of light flashed behind my closed eyelids. Caught up in the sheer bliss, my muscles tensed, and I trembled from head to toe.

  “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight. Oh shit. Fuck. Yessssss!” he growled out. His cock swelled before an animalistic roar burst from him as he came.

  Savoring each pulse of his cock, I watched as he continued to slowly stroke in and out. It wasn’t long before he collapsed to his elbows. Reverently, his hands framed my face as he gently kissed me, then rolled over to his back, pulling me with him and tucking me to his side.

  When I clenched my thighs around his leg, my head swam from the residual effects of the alcohol I’d consumed and the aftershocks of my orgasm. He kissed the top of my head and let out a deep sigh.

  “That was absolutely amazing,” I exhaled.

  With a soft chuckle as his answer, he lightly stroked my back up and down.

  He kissed my forehead. “Yeah, that was definitely pretty incredible. Sorry it was so quick. I’m not usually like that, but you’re fucking amazing.”

  I smiled shyly at him, though it was a little late to be bashful. Especially considering I just screwed him like a porn star. Still, part of me wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. I had no idea what the hell ha
d come over me.

  Evidently, I was a closet wanton. The thought made me laugh, and he looked at me with a questioning gaze. I giggled again.

  “Sorry, I was just thinking crazy things.”

  He smiled, giving me those sexy dimples as he reached over and tucked my stupid long bangs back behind my ear again.

  I leaned and reached over the side of the bed, feeling for my phone before I remembered it was in the back pocket of my jeans in the living room. When I saw his in his jeans, I grabbed it, opening the camera and snuggling back into him.

  “Say ‘cheese’!” I held it above us, capturing our smiling faces on the screen. He took it from me, looking at the image that showed a grinning couple with total “just fucked” expressions. We both sported flushed cheeks as my long dark blonde hair curled around his shoulder and lay up against his dark head of sweat-spiked hair.

  With a naughty grin, he dropped his phone back to the floor, then kissed me again.

  When his cock jumped a little against my leg, my eyes popped open. As he smirked, he shrugged and said, “What? You do crazy things to me. And I told you I would make it up to you, remember?”

  Not waiting, I slid over him and rose up to guide his cock into me once more. Fingers digging into my flesh, he grabbed tightly to my hips but let me set the pace.

  Initially, I rode him slowly and sensually, then faster as my orgasm quickly closed in. When it hit me, I fell apart like molecules scattered across the room.

  Every spasm had me gripping his length hard. My head was thrown back, and I moaned in satisfaction.

  Before I’d stopped coming, his hands glided up and cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples and massaging me. Rough palms slid feather light up and down my side before one slipped down and a thumb circled my clit as he leaned up to suckle a nipple. It was complete and total sensory overload, and when his fingers plucked at my other nipple, I exploded again.

  Relentless, he gripped my hips, pounding up into me until his hot come filled me again, and I slumped on his chest. Sweat made our skin slick. Exhausted, I rested my head on his shoulder, panting like I’d run a marathon.