Outlaw MC: The Complete Boxset

by Ethan Egorov

  “Well,” I adjust my hips forward and find the swell of his cock again, nestled in his jeans growing stiff. He shudders and grows more tense, gripping me tighter. His hands drift down my body and hold my waist, so large he could practically cinch them together.

  “Show me.” I breathe.

  His chest heaves with his breathing and indecision. But then it all seems to flood away as he kisses me. His lips collide with mine in a delicious fury, swallowing me up from the outside in. My hands fly to his hair as I hold him close, digging my fingers into his hair and scalp. He growls against me and kisses me harder. My lips drop and he doesn’t waste time swirling his tongue against mine, tasting me. My body thrums for him, my heart beats so fast I can hardly feel it anymore, I’m just a pulse beating for him.

  He moves his hands from my waist and down to my ass. I yelp when he squeezes me so tight it burns but it feels damn good too. My thighs part and make way for his large thigh between them and I find myself grinding against him hopelessly. I mewl into the kiss when it deepens even more. He sucks on my lips and I’m sad that I need air and have to break away. When I do, he only moves down to my neck, trailing warm kisses down my jaw. He nibbles on my ear lobe and even bites it a little.

  “Darius… oh god,” my eyes loll back into my head and I stare up at the plain brown ceiling. It doesn’t matter that we are in public, I just want him badly. I don’t know how far he plans to go but I have a feeling I wouldn’t stop him either way.

  “Damnit, Amy. You drive me crazy.” He growls against my skin and continues down my neck, finding this spot below my ear that makes me mewl.

  “Sorry,” I whisper, not sorry at all. He takes my hands from his hair and clasps my wrists in one of his hands, pulling them above my head. I struggle against him, but I actually can’t move, the way he has pinned me to the shelf. He uses the other hand to lift me and I spread my thighs around him to stay upwards, hanging on to him tightly.

  He pulls back to look in my eyes, then roves over my body as my chest heaves. I feel my nipples harden more than they ever have and my pussy clenching, no doubt nearly dripping.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, babe. Perfect.” He gruffs in his deep voice.

  I’m lost for air when his other hand not holding me down pulls my dress from the top hem, easily exposing me. I gasp at my breast being out in the open like this. I look around like someone can see us, but we’re nestled in the back. I try to be quiet when he starts kissing down the swell of my breast, but I absolutely lose it when his mouth closes around my nipple. His tongue swirls around and then he sucks, biting down too.

  “Agh!” I cry out, bucking towards him. But my hands can’t move, and my legs have to stay wrapped around him, so I don’t fall. I’m completely pinned under the desire for him, the anticipation.

  “Oh god,” he starts to suck harder and bites me more, moving round to kiss my flesh and then back to my nipple. He focuses there and I feel it thrumming deep in my body. I almost feel like I am going to come, but I’m only on the edge and too far away. Even when I rub my hips against him, I can feel my clit throbbing and trying to find a release, but it can’t. His cock is hard against me and I wonder how he has so much self-control.

  He stops and then kisses me, coaxing my lips apart slower than before. Our bodies flush together and my wet, nearly bruised breast rubs against the fabric of his shirt and still tingles with sensation. He breaks the kiss almost too soon, lets my hands drop like limp noodles beside me. I guess I need to work out more, they are sore from that alone.

  “I need to have you.” He growls, gripping my waist harder. His other hand leaves me suddenly and dives between my legs. My eyes widen in shock and I release a gargled moan when his fingers swipe my pussy over my panties, he tugs them aside and laps up some of my juices, pulling away for it to fall back into place before he lifts the fingers to his mouth and sucks.

  I watch in strangled awe as he does, surprised that I even affect him that way. His eyes close and he groans deep in his chest before opening them back up to me. I want him so badly it hurts, physically especially. I feel deprived of something only he can give me. He drops my legs to the ground, and I lean on him like I am already finished for the night. But I know that we’ve only just started.

  “Yes, please.”

  10

  Darius

  I only got a taste of Amy and it isn’t enough. There’s no way I can have her the way I want to in that book store, no matter how much I literally want to bang her up against those walls. I stop feeling like she isn’t ready for me and just trust that she would tell me if she wasn’t. She may be one to look out for other people, but I don’t take her for a people pleaser. But all I want to do is please her, pleasure her all fucking night.

  We practically rush back to the parking garage and I’m prepared to throw her over my shoulder and run there, but that’s not the most appropriate thing for a place like this. Plus, I don’t think she’d like that very much. Her scent swirls around me, her taste still in my mouth. I want more of it, I want to drink her up as I make her come over and over.

  I’ve never been so glad to live downtown in my life before. It doesn’t take long for me to get home either. I park my bike in its usual spot in the garage and take the elevator up. I have her up against the wall, kissing her in seconds. Her tongue swirls with mine immediately and I’m dizzy with her taste and scent. Her body is so soft and pliable, I want to take her to her limit just to see what it is.

  “Darius, someone could see us.” Amy murmurs against my lips before I kiss her silent again.

  “Let them.” I growl. I live on the very top floor and I have a good fifteen seconds to kiss her as long and hard as I want. I grind my cock against her, and it sings with approval, but begs for more. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life, not before being naked at least.

  The ding sound signals our arrival and I reluctantly let her go. It’s only my unit on this floor and we cross the small space to the door. I open the door and she walks in before me, taking in the surroundings.

  “Jeez, Darius. I didn’t know you lived so large.” She murmurs and drops her purse on the side table by the entrance. It’s got some mail on it that I haven’t opened yet but that’s the last thing on my mind.

  “Yeah.” I mutter and walk up to her.

  She turns to me, her lips swollen and curly hair disheveled. I smirk at how fuckable she looks, even more than before. Her dress is wrinkled where I tugged it down and all I want is to get the rest of it off.

  “Come on,” I take her hand and lead her to my bedroom. I don’t bother shutting the door behind us. I just lead her over to the bed and stand her by the bed post. I only got it for stuff like this.

  I keep my eyes on her as I shed my jacket off and unbutton my shirt, kicking my boots and socks on the floor. She takes off her heels and her long legs shorten but still look absolutely amazing. I was right about how good they felt wrapped around me and I decide that’s how I’m gonna have her.

  “Turn around.” I tell her.

  She swallows, her neck hollowing with her breath, but she turns soon enough and I’m looking at the soft exposed skin of her back. I tug the zipper down quickly, the only sound in the room next to our breathing. I lean in and inhale her scent at her neck, she smells like rose water, luxurious and sweet, edible. I lick her shoulder before I clamp down and kiss her, grazing my teeth. I find a soft spot on her neck and start to suck. She trembles and moans, leaning back to give me room. I move forward for more space to kiss her and taste her skin. I let her dress fall to the floor and she steps out of it. I slide my hands down her soft skin, it leaves me in a trance. I bring them forward over her panties, soft cotton. I’m glad she didn’t wear lace or something to try and be sexy. She already is, effortlessly. I spin her back around and look in her eyes before down to her tits. I didn’t know she hadn’t worn a bra but I’m not complaining about it either. Her nipples are a pale pink color, almost so pale they just blend in with h
er skin. My thumbs circle them on both sides, her left breast has marks from my mouth on them and I smile to myself. The more I toy with her nipples, the softer she gets. She backs up to lean on the bed post and I put my cock against her stomach.

  She reaches for my shirt and slides it down my arms. Her eyes survey me, taking in my tattoos. Then her fingers do the same, starting at my neck and traveling down my arms, then back up over my pecs. Her palms graze my nipples and they harden. I shudder at the sensation of never being touched that way. Then her palms continue down my front and over my muscles, stopping at the band of my jeans. She undoes the button and my cock gets slight relief, more when she tugs the zipper down, more when I take them off and step out of them. My erection still fights the fabric of my briefs and her eyes widen at seeing me even through them. The way she is looking at me is exploratory and surprised.

  “You ever seen a naked man before, Amy?” I ask. My voice is the deepest I have ever heard it, surprising even me.

  She shakes her head rapidly and her curls bounce. I chuckle once under my breath and lick my lips. I step back closer to her so there is no more space between us, and I kiss her. My tongue traces her lips before I deepen the kiss, swirling our tongues together. I let her touch me for a little while longer, letting her hands slide through my hair and it feels good before I pin her arms back above her head.

  “Stay there.” I say firmly. She nods once and I leave her panting.

  I go to the dresser and come back with a condom and my ties.

  “You trust me?” I ask her when I see her eyes widen at them.

  “Yes.” She doesn’t hesitate.

  “Good.” My chest goes tight at hoping I don’t scare her away or something, but I’m trusting her judgement here.

  I lift her wrists, kiss the inside of both of them, and then tie her hands above her head and to the bed post.

  “Can you move?”

  She tries, “No.” She exhales deeply. I nod again.

  “Good.”

  I kneel in front of her and grab her thighs on either side. Her breath hitches and she stares down at me with wide eyes. I kiss up her soft skin and inhale her scent, warm and deep with her natural smell. I rip her panties away and she protests with a gasp, I couldn’t give a shit about her panties. I’m exposed to her wet pussy and soft light hair; I smirk and lean in to kiss her right where her clit thrums.

  “Holy shit,” her hips buck out and she widens her knees even more for me. I open her up and hitch her thighs on my shoulders.

  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to taste you? Hm?” I lean in close so my breath fans across her and she trembles. She shakes her head and looks down at me.

  “Look at me. Watch me taste you, baby.” I lick my lips and then dart my tongue out to lap her from her core up to her clit.

  “Oh god—” she screams, I like that she’s loud, and I haven’t even started yet.

  I use my thumbs to hold her completely open to me and I start to eat her out. I swirl around her clit, moving in patterns until I hold her on the edge. I reach up and grab her breast, toying with her nipple. She squirms a lot, wanting to move, but knows that she can’t. Her legs are free, and I did her at least that courtesy, otherwise, she would be completely at my mercy.

  “Please Darius… I’m so close,” she moans, holding me tight to her with her thighs. I watch her for a little while longer as I toy with her, swirling around her clit and flicking it lightly with my tongue.

  I slip one finger in her and she cries out, then another, and I focus on her clit. She comes in seconds. Thrashing against the bed post and gripping me in her thighs. She screams my name and I have never heard it sound better in my life.

  “Oh my god,” she whispers when I pull back from her. I don’t bother wiping my mouth before I kiss her.

  She is taken by surprise since her eyes were closed but she kisses me back eagerly. Our teeth clash with the urgency and I kiss her harder. My body is yearning for her, my soul. In a way it never has for anyone before. I can’t contain all the things fleeting around in my head other than the voice telling me I need her badly. Deeply.

  I step back and take off my briefs as she watches. My cock juts out between us, heavy and hard. I stroke myself as she watches, her chest rising with her heavy breaths. I look at her swollen lips and pert nipples. Her pussy literally dripping for me, and I get even harder if it’s possible. My tip starts leaking and I grip my base, so I don’t come right then.

  “Darius,” she bites her lip, her body squirming again.

  “Yeah?” I keep my eyes on her as I roll the condom on and step back in her space, the smell of sex surrounding us now.

  “I want you.” She exhales.

  I nod once, “I know.” I lean in and kiss her jaw, then the corner of her lips. I inhale her scent and try to memorize it. My cock rubs against her core and I’m prepared to take her right then.

  “Please, now.” She pleads.

  I chuckle and pull back to look in her bright eyes. Her breathing is so fast there’s no beginning or end, just a continuous release of air.

  “Are you begging me?” I remind her.

  She stares at me long and hard. “Yes.” She licks her lips.

  I smirk and grab her thighs, spreading her apart. She’s flexible which will come in handy. I slide my cock over her folds and the nub of her clit. She shudders again and bucks against me.

  “Fuck me, Darius.” She squeezes her thighs in my hands.

  I gleam with satisfaction. She turns me on so damn much it’s crazy.

  “I don’t care that you’re a virgin, I’m not going slow, babe.” I warn her the same time I wish she won’t change her mind, but I wouldn’t stop even if she did.

  “Good.” She says, copying me.

  I know that I’m big, and she looks tight as hell, I know that she is. And of course, I want to take care of her, but she knows how I want it. How I need it.

  In one hard thrust, I enter her and am buried in her to the hilt. No space. Nowhere to escape.

  “Oh Darius,” she screams, it hits my ears and I give her a moment to adjust, just one. To feel how she feels wrapped around me, being so deep in her. I almost let go but then I right myself and start fucking her how I promised.

  Her tits bob as I fuck her hard, and her thighs wrestle with my hands as she tries to squirm. I hold her down and press her up against the bed post more but her back arches and it becomes a moot point. She enjoys it too fucking much. Her body is too in tune with mine, too perfect with me.

  “Fuck me. You’re tight, Amy. So damn good.” I thrust into her faster, filling the rooms with our sounds. She moans so loud, at the top of her lungs, I’m sure people can hear but I don’t give a shit. It sounds like music to my fucking ears.

  My balls tighten as I feel her walls stretching and she takes all of me in at once. I look down where we meet and see myself disappear in her, see her juices milk my cock and the light red of some blood. It spurs me on the way she begs for more, she’s looking down and can see it too. I don’t even think about going slow, not the way she begs me not to stop.

  “I’m coming, oh god—” she shrieks a high moan that carries on as she comes fast and hard. She tightens even more around me and I can barely move but force myself in and soon after, I’m coming too, emptying myself into the condom as I thrust into her.

  I shudder hard with one of the hardest orgasms I have ever had. It was a long time coming, building up all night since I saw her in that damn dress. My knees buckle and I grab onto her, reaching up to undo the tie and falling onto the bed in the same breath.

  I kiss her hard, still buried inside her. She is pulsing, her heart beat around my cock and drawing me out. I slip out of her eventually but keep kissing her. Feeling her lips against mine is such a simple act but for some reason it tightens my chest, makes me feel like I am floating with her anywhere but here. Eventually, I let her go, but hold her close to me. Our bodies are sheeted with sweat and her hands slide down my back and ove
r to my front. I pull back to see her grinning at me, a glow in her eyes.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  She bites her lip and nods, “Yeah. That was… amazing.” She sighs.

  I get up and discard the condom quickly. I turn back to her and she’s splayed open on the bed, my cock threatens to harden again already.

  “I mean…” I point to her swollen pussy instead. She blushes even more and then winces like she didn’t remember it at all.

  “Yeah.” She says. And I don’t have to know much to know that she is lying.

  I lick my lips and go over to her; I grab her hand and sit her up.

  “Don’t lie to me, Amy.” I stare in her eyes. She bites down on her lip and her eyes search mine.

  “I’m a little sore, it’s nothing.” She shrugs.

  “How sore?” I tuck some hair behind her ear and play with the silky strands in my fingers.

  “Um… not enough that I don’t want to do that again.”

  Her eyes gleam with mischief and I grin, one with open lips. She smiles back at me and it makes me swarm inside. I have never had the urge to take care of someone like this and at the same time, I want her badly. More than I have ever wanted anyone before. I could fuck her all night if I could, even without tying her hands away, I could just hold her. The thought is so foreign, it’s the only thing to scare me in a long time. But not Amy. She’s nothing but perfection.

  “Good.”

  11

  Amy

  My body burned in all the right places. If I knew it could be this good… maybe it never would have been this good with anyone but Darius and I’m not willing to find out because this is totally worth it.

  Every single part of it.

  He was gentle with me even as he was rough, and I don’t know if he did that on purpose or is just like that with me. Since I sat down to have dinner with him, I have felt inherently safe. I have never trusted anyone with my body like that, for good reason, but he was absolutely perfect. And hot as hell. Darius with clothes versus naked Darius are two very different things.