Outlaw MC: The Complete Boxset

by Ethan Egorov

  “At least you didn’t end up fucked up and blame it on her.”

  “How do you know I’m not fucked up?” She feigns making a face.

  “Cause… I know.” I shrug my shoulder. She smiles at me before curling her lips in, licking at her bottom lip. Suddenly I don’t give a fuck about this pretzel dough.

  I cross the space to her and draw her into a long kiss, my hands are messy, so I grip the counter behind her instead as her fingers go up into my hair. I deepen the kiss and suckle her bottom lip between mine, flicking my tongue across it. Her gloss tastes like vanilla and I inhale her scent deeply, letting it swarm into my brain as my tongue laps over hers. She moans into my mouth slightly and it goes right to my cock, making it twitch in my pants. I feel my piercing catch the material of my boxers and figure I need to slow this down before I hurt myself. She whimpers when I pull away.

  “Occupational hazard.” I dip my knees to loosen my cock from where it threatens to catch on my boxers.

  She giggles, “When did you get that thing anyway? And why?” She licks her lips and pulls away, smoothing my hair back.

  “It’s a long story.” I walk back to my workstation and pan the pretzels, setting them in to bake.

  “We have twelve minutes.” She leans forward on the counter and it shows off the mounds of her tits. It distracts the hell out of me, and I forget what we were even talking about. My budding erection reminds me though.

  “I had just joined the club and I didn’t want to get any tattoos.” I don’t have anything against them, but I wasn’t keen on putting a bunch of ink on my body. The logo is already on our cut and I didn’t have anything else to commiserate. The other guys got tattoos that meant something to them. Spencer and Rafe got one for being actual brothers and once they had their girlfriends.

  “Wouldn’t that have hurt less?” She giggles.

  I shake my head and get out the toppings for the popcorn. I rarely eat regular popcorn. If I do, it has to have chocolate and cheddar powder or caramel.

  “Not really. Getting the piercing didn’t hurt. What hurt was not being able to have sex or get hard for almost two months after.” I smirk. She shakes her head at me in mock shame.

  “How is that difficult?” She sighs.

  I put the popcorn on the stove, since I make it from scratch, and set the timer.

  “I’m a man, Emily. Morning wood and random erections don’t just go away on their own.”

  “So how did you do it?” She asks me.

  I wince at the memory. Of one time almost failing at keeping it away and thinking I would get my dick cut off or something.

  “I had this football coach in high school. He was super big and hairy. Not a pretty sight.”

  She giggles. “You played football?”

  “Of course, I did. I was the quarterback and team captain.” It all sounds very cliché and much like a popularity contest. Which it was. But that all ended after my parents died. I was a junior and didn’t want to do anything anymore. I almost flunked out and consequently lost my place on the team. I was going to a dark place real fast and one twist of fate ended me in Tank’s path. When I graduated and needed a job, I started as a mechanic for the club before I was a prospect.

  “Hm. I bet you got all the ladies.”

  I grin and stride over to her after I wash my hands. I stand by her on the chair and rest my hand on her thigh, the soft material of her tights slipping under my fingers before I grip her knee.

  “That I did. But the satisfaction I got was temporary.”

  “And now you want something permanent?” She looks up at me, her eyes widening. I find it hard to answer. Instead I bite my lip as I look down at her and imagine I’m kissing her instead.

  “I don’t know yet.” I exhale.

  “I hope I’m not your guinea pig.” She laughs. The ease in it makes me laugh too and I smile at her for a long time before I can even say anything.

  “No, you’re something else. I haven’t decided yet.” I lean in and kiss her cheek, trailing my lips down to her jaw. I drag her across the seat to straddle my waist with her legs. I love having her in this position, when my cock is in the perfect place to rub against her. I relieve the friction and growl against her neck as I leave a deep hickey there.

  “Kit, I can’t have hickeys visible at work.” She musters up between her moans.

  I chuckle and lean back. “Where do you work anyway?” I ask her, realizing that I have no idea.

  She grins and drops her legs from around me.

  “I’m a teacher. For home schooled kids up to second grade. It’s very much a professional environment and their curious minds shouldn’t know what hickeys are yet.” She giggles.

  “They’ve probably seen them on their parents already.” I say and she makes a face.

  “What? At one point they’ll need to know where they came from.” I laugh. She swats at me and the timer goes off then.

  I go get the pretzels out and the popcorn has popped perfectly. It actually smells like a movie theater in here.

  “So, what are we watching?” Emily asks. We moved to the living room and I set the tray down as she looks over my entertainment system. “I hope you don’t have any adult films here, Kit.” She scolds me over her shoulder.

  I laugh and pour her glass of wine; I just got a few beers for myself but apparently that’s not her thing.

  “What would you do if I did?” I sit back on the couch and let her pick something out.

  “I don’t know. Watch one together.” She bends over to look at the bottom shelf and I nearly choke on my own air.

  “Damn. I wish I had one now.” I laugh. She turns and looks at me in confusion.

  “What? I get a lot of pussy, Emily; I don’t need the fake stuff.” I say honestly. With my kind of contacts list in my phone, it’s easier to get the real thing rather than scoff at the corniness I’m sure that those kinds of movies have.

  “Fine.” She stands up with her option. “Not Another Teen Movie it is then.” She hands it to me so I can put it in. It’s kind of hard to figure out, since it’s the most expensive movie on the market. But it’s not like I’m the one that got it.

  The guys at the club used to pester me about the whole ‘rich kid’ thing until they realized I don’t capitalize on it that much.

  It’s nice to get things easier, but I know that I don’t need to.

  “I have never even seen this.” I comment as it starts.

  Emily laughs at me with a mouth half full of pretzel, “Seriously? It’s so funny.” She giggles. I look down at her, smiling at me and then back to the tv. She is really damned cute, her body laying against mine makes me feel like a fucking winner. I’m starting to get why she’s authentic and can understand my pain without assuming. That’s hard to come by.

  And she makes me not want to sleep with a bunch of girls just to fill some sort of a void. Around her, I don’t really have one anymore.

  10

  Emily

  About halfway through the movie I start sucking the cheese dip off my finger a little too dramatically. The past hour has been like a contest of who can turn the other one on the fastest. All Kit has to do is exist, though, so I am at a total disadvantage. In the last ten minutes, I finish my second glass of wine for more liquid courage or whatever. I didn’t eat too much so I wouldn’t be stuffed, but it wasn’t meant to be a full dinner anyway.

  The credits are rolling when Kit shifts underneath me, so his cock is pressing into the back of my ass. My back is laying against his chest and his hands slide up my shirt, the warm callouses on his hands leaving goosebumps in their wake.

  “Kit…” I trail off, his hands close around my breasts over my lace bra.

  “What? I let you finish the movie first.” His lips trail over my ear, his warm breath fanning down my neck and making me shiver.

  My body is so keyed up, I feel the tingle all the way down to my toes, stuffed under the blanket. He keeps massaging the mounds of my breasts, his fin
gers rolling around my nipple through the fabric, as his lips continue down my neck. Soon there is a sheen of sweat on my body from the heat. He tosses the blanket down on the couch and repositions us so I am underneath him. I widen my legs for him to lay against me and his cock rubs my thigh against his jeans.

  “I can’t get enough of you, Emily. It’s fucking insane.” He tugs my shirt and bra off at the same time, throwing them to the ground. My chest heaves at being exposed so soon, my nipples hardening to the cold air. He growls under his breath, his jaw tight and brows furrowed together.

  His full lips are pursed as his eyes rove over me. He takes my tights and panties off so fast I am worried they might have ripped or something. Then he grabs my knees and spreads me open, holding me there. I gasp at the urgency of him, the way he handles my body.

  “Kit, please,” I moan, his lips trail kisses along the inside of my thighs on both sides and avoid my throbbing clit. I feel myself dripping for him, my entire body yearning for him.

  His eyes fleet up to me through his lashes as he smirks, in this light they look more green than blue, his blonde hair darker like the desire in his eyes.

  “I’m savoring this moment, Emily.” He murmurs.

  “I don’t give a shit.” I moan, shocked at how bad I need him.

  He just laughs in response and places an open, hot kiss on my clit and around my folds. His tongue laps up between them and then focuses on my clit as he kisses me harder there, like he would kiss my mouth. And then he focuses on my clit entirely, swirling around it in different patterns.

  “Oh my god, please don’t stop, Kit. Holy fuck—” I grip the locks of his hair in my fingers and tug, clamping my thighs around him to hold him in place, too. He growls against me and the sensation sends me into a deeper frenzy, one that continues on and grows in intensity.

  I am nearly blinded by it.

  The dim lights of the room turn dark as I can’t see anything but Kit staring at me with those bright eyes of his.

  “You’re so damn beautiful when you came. I could watch you all day.” He starts shedding his clothes, my hands slide down the planes of his chest and abs as he takes off his jeans, moving to get them off completely. Then he is standing in front of me, his cock on full display. He’s hard as ever, a thick vein throbbing down as if pointing to the silver glint of his piercing.

  I pump him in my hand and let my thumb toy with the piercing. His thumb circles my clit again and I feel my body gearing up for more. He has to stop, though, to get the condom out of his jeans where he stashed it. I’m glad he is prepared. I sit up on the couch and straddle him when he rolls it on.

  Kit stares up into my eyes before I lean in and kiss him, swirling my tongue against his without any pause.

  His cock twitches underneath us and his hands move up my thighs until he reaches my ass where he squeezes.

  “You’re gorgeous, Emily,” he kisses my neck and moves down between my breasts, “You taste amazing. So soft and perfect.” He moves his lips over to my breast where he kisses around my nipple and traces with his tongue. His fingers toy with the other and soon my body is thrumming with more desire than it can handle. I grind myself against him, using his cock to rub around my clit until I am soaked for him again.

  “Ride me, baby. I want you bouncing on my cock.” He grips my ass again and pulls back to watch me sink onto him.

  The angle hits different. I feel like he is really inside me, deeper than I can handle. He lets me adjust, I feel him twitching inside me and his breath grows deeper and harder. I steady my hands against his chest as I start to circle my hips. I feel myself expanding around him as he seems to only grow harder.

  “Kit, you feel incredible. Holy shit.” I throw my head back, shutting my eyes as I surrender to the pleasure when I really get moving. I move up quickly and down slowly, swirling my hips around too. Even with the condom, I can feel his piercing hitting my walls, close to my G spot. I pull out fully, so I feel it against my clit and then slide back down.

  He groans and grabs me so hard his hands will leave marks. He kisses my neck as my head is thrown back. I continue like that until I feel the orgasm building up inside me like a storm. My hard nipples tighten and my clit throbs around him.

  Kit circles it with his thumb and then kisses me, his lips wet and warm. I can taste myself on him and it’s fucking amazing, the way our tastes mingle together. I start going so fast the pain meets pleasure, but I don’t want to stop. It feels too damn good.

  Our bodies are nearly perfect for each other since they are so in tune, it’s amazing how two near strangers can be so good together. But I feel it. The way he kisses me and the way his tongue dances with mine, our lips are seamless together and so are our bodies.

  I break the kiss when my breathing gets harder, every inhale only brings more tightness to my chest as I feel myself exploding from the inside out. His cock grows inside me as I clench around him with my orgasm, it takes my whole body away and is more intense than the last one.

  “Fuck, Emily,” Kit wraps me in his arms and holds me close as he comes. I feel the heat of him pulsing and emptying into the condom inside me. I still tremble around him, my clit rubbing him from how deep we are. I roll my hips until the last tremor dies away and I can breathe somewhat normally.

  He kisses me hard and then collapses back against the couch, his arms falling like limp noodles. I giggle and lift off him, whimpering at the sudden loss. I still sit on his lap and lay against his chest, our moist bodies fitting together almost perfectly.

  “That was incredible.” I murmur.

  “Mhm.” I hear the smile in his voice as his hands slide down my back. It must have been better since we knew we wanted each other but held it off for so long.

  “You up for dessert?” He asks me.

  “Depends what it is.”

  He chuckles and gets up to discard the condom, walking around in his naked glory. I put on his shirt and he comes back to put on his jeans. I follow him to the kitchen to wash my hands, smiling to myself at the way my knees wobble.

  “Ice cream sundaes. My personal favorite.” He bats his eye lids.

  I giggle at him and watch as he gets everything out. I was really impressed with the way he planned this, doing all the cooking himself too. I can barely make spaghetti from scratch and he made entire pretzels, I had way too many. In fact, any time I am around him I find myself eating way too much.

  But this was better than going to some stuffy restaurant for a date, paying too much just to talk to each other. As we watched the movie, he’d ask me random stuff and it wasn’t just to distract himself from mounting me right then and there. He actually seemed interested when he asked me about where I went to school and why I wanted to be a teacher. I gave him a bullshit answer but that’s just because the real one is kind of weird. I haven’t even figured it out for myself yet. But I did the same to him, finding out the only reason he didn’t go to college was because he thought staying close to home would be good for him and his sister. And he didn’t really need to, since he already knows how to be a mechanic. I find myself wondering what my dad would think of him, but it is way too soon for that. It’s way too soon for us to be talking about most of the stuff we do but I don’t mind skipping the small talk, either one is nice with him. I can tell that Kit is different than most guys, that the whole man whore thing was probably temporary. But I still don’t want to feel like I can change him, that was never the plan.

  I think he is more changing me than the other way around.

  “What kind of ice cream is this? It’s amazing.” I take a huge spoonful of the vanilla ice cream I topped with way too much chocolate syrup and chocolate chips.

  He chuckles, “I don’t know, regular ice cream.” He leans over the long side of the counter next to me and licks at his spoon. I watch his tongue like I haven’t been personally affected by it.

  “I had a nice time tonight. Very relaxing.” I tell him.

  He smirks at me and I notice his sli
ght dimple for the first time. His bright eyes bore into mine and I swell from the inside out.

  “Me too. But our next date is gonna be super legit. Can’t have you thinking I’m some bum on house arrest.” He laughs.

  I giggle and shake my head. “I don’t think that. Maybe you’re a little crazy but that’s okay.” I joke. He narrows his eyes in mock disapproval.

  “You’re the crazy one. With sex at least.”

  I swat his shoulder, “I am not.” My cheeks heat because I know I am probably the most boring person in bed. I bet he has done a lot more than I have. “You’re the one with metal up your dick.”

  “Sterling silver.” He deadpans. “I think.” He adds and we laugh together.

  “But you’re right. There are about a dozen things I can think of introducing you to.”

  “Like what?” I ask, my voice going small. My nostrils flare with my heightened breathing.

  His stare grows darker and I know nothing good can come of that look of his.

  “Like,” he lifts a spoonful of his half-melted ice cream. I don’t know what his plan is until the cold liquid drops onto my thigh.

  “Agh!” I jerk back, but he grabs my knee and dips down, licking it up and off my thigh before it even hits the seat of the chair. He glances up at me and I half smile, such a simple thing is hot as hell. I feel the sticky sugar of the ice cream and his warm saliva on me at the same time.

  “More?” He asks, his voice deep and rough. My shaky breathing is the only thing I hear in the air as I nod.

  He licks his lips and lifts my shirt up that I stole from him. My nipples are already hard to the cold area and they throb at the exposure. He turns the chair, his muscles rippling as he moves me. I am completely naked in his kitchen and his cock is making another entrance in his jeans. I like how him giving me pleasure is such a turn on to him. Other guys want to get it out of the way before they even get hard.

  “For the record, you taste just as sweet without the ice cream.” His deep voice thrums in the air as he drops another spoonful of ice cream on me, this time it falls over the swell of my breast and he lets it drip down my nipple before he licks it up again.