Outlaw MC: The Complete Boxset

by Ethan Egorov

  I wasn’t even embarrassed or scared. I thought I would be the first time I had sex like any other person would be, but nothing was out of the ordinary, it was like we were just sitting down having a conversation. A fast, heated conversation. And while I am sore, beyond belief, I just want him again. That was fucking incredible.

  “Good.” Darius practically growls before he pounces on me again.

  He kisses me with the fury of a thousand nights and all the desire in the world. His lips are so warm and soft against mine that I’m dizzy. His beard is more of a soft tickle rather than scratchy, it rubs my cheek and nose as he kisses me, my lips. I inhale his scent, the cologne and his musk mixing together for a delicious drug to overtake me.

  “You make me crazy, woman. So damned crazy.” He breaks the kiss and murmurs against my lips before continuing. His lips coax mine apart and then his tongue slides in, warm and salty.

  My hands roam across his body. I’m lucky when I’m not pinned down and can touch him, as much as I like that too. His muscles are solid and hot to the touch, smooth even with the dep ridges that form. His shoulders look like two arms coming out, and his biceps and forearms are so big my hand can’t cover them at once. I continue down his front, his wide pecs are covered in tattoos everywhere except his tan, dime sized nipples. I run my palms over them, and they harden just like mine. I’m still discovering how men work and I’m glad that I get to with him.

  As he still kisses me, I continue down the midline of his abs, a hard division between the eight pack he has. I keep going until I reach the patch of his hair. it’s clear that he manscapes and for some reason that’s hot as hell to me, but my hand hesitates when I think of touching him.

  “Touch me, babe,” his lips hover over mine and his warm breath seeps onto my face, setting me aflame. I look into his eyes as I do, wrapping my hand around his thick hot flesh. I gasp and glance down when my hand won’t close, my fingertips are inches apart. My breath hitches as I drag my hand up, pumping him slowly. He hardens more, growing darker and harder in my hand and I watch mesmerized. It’s so fucking hot. He shudders and his shoulders fall as he huddles over me.

  “Fuck.” He growls, bucking his hips to me. His dark lashes flutter over his cheeks and his mouth falls open. Seeing him so undone spurs me on and I keep going, even faster. I open my legs raise up my hips to rub him over me.

  I don’t know where the boldness came from but being with him just makes everything else disappear. I grow more wet and start to clench inside as I rub him. I flick my tongue over the moisture seeping from his tip and raise it to my mouth to taste. He watches in awe and I suck my thumb longer for effect.

  He licks his lips and lets out another animalistic growl, hovered over my body and controlling me.

  “Fuck, Amy,” he grabs my hips and flips me over so fast I squeal in shock. I land against his soft gray sheets with a thud and inhale his scent on them, detergent and his woodsy pine flowing together.

  “Darius,” I almost ask in question. While this is amazing, it’s all still new, and turned over like this I can’t see anything.

  “It’s okay, babe. Trust me. Get on your hands and knees.” I do what he says. “Good. Arch that sexy back for me.” His hand comes down heavy on the small of my back and I arch it that way, like I’m looking for something under the bed. I turn my head sideways but can’t really see him.

  The lights are on in his room, but they are dim and don’t give too much away.

  “This ass of yours is divine.” He uses both his hands to caress and fondle the skin, lifting the expanse of my ass and opening me. I tense at being so exposed, to the cold air, to his eyes.

  “Are you—” I start to ask as his hands leave me but then they come back and slide down my inner thighs, coming back with his palms facing up to my pussy. His fingers swipe the hot flesh, over my clit as he starts to circle it with the nub of his fingers.

  “You want a spanking?” His deep voice seeps into me and presses me into the bed as I melt.

  “Yes,” I whisper before thinking but I don’t change my mind, there is no hesitation as I admit that. I bite my lip at thinking it will hurt.

  He keeps his left hand between my legs, rubbing me closer to orgasm again, and the other leaves me. before coming down hard on my ass. I shriek, the sting is short lived, though, to the pleasure thrumming between my legs.

  “Again?” he asks me, and I feel the tension in his voice. I nod and it isn’t to please him. That feels good. The sting. The pleasure. The swirl of desire. He does it over and over, maybe ten times before I come. He pinches my clit as I do, and it keeps me on a long train of spasms stemming from inside me. I am about to collapse into the bed before he lifts my hips up and enters me at once. I didn’t notice when he put the condom on, but I feel it sliding inside me with him.

  “Oh yes—yes!” I cry out, my fingers clench the sheets as my face stays buried in them, shocked from the last orgasm and already close to another.

  “Jesus, Amy. Your pussy feels damned good wrapped around my cock.” His hard voice sounds even better when I can’t see him somehow.

  He really loses control and it is how I know he did hold back the first time, despite what he said. But this is oh so much better. He thrusts into me blindingly fast; the bed hits the wall and his hips slam into mine every time, filling the room mixed with my moans. He grunts deep in his chest every few times, but nothing that gives him away. The silken stretch of him inside me feels better as he goes on, like nothing I have ever felt before. His cock is large, but somehow fits in me perfectly as I get used to him.

  “Please… don’t stop…” I moan, so close again.

  It’s like I haven’t been able to stop coming since he laid eyes on me.

  “Touch yourself, babe,” he growls. I listen immediately and my hand darts between my legs. I rub my clit like I would alone and swirl fast with my juices flowing. I feel my pelvis flood with pressure and then it snaps, spreading over my entire body.

  This orgasm is blinding, I freeze, stop breathing entirely as I am overcome with pleasure. I know this is the last one when my body goes limp and it’s Darius holding me up as he has his way with me, doing with me as he pleases.

  “Amy,” he growls my name and I feel him shuddering, his cock twitching inside me. It seems to grow hotter and I think it’s his release filling from inside. His heavy body falls over mine as he pants. I’ve never heard him so disheveled before, but he seems so overcome with it that he can’t control it.

  His large arms wrap around and nestle me to his chest as he stays inside me for a while. I am pretty sure I’m half asleep with the fluttering of my eyes and each breath falling easier.

  I turn to find his lips and kiss him with my eyes still closed, just seeking him out. Eventually I find him and then he kisses me back softly without any tongue. Our lips dance together. His are surprisingly soft and feel like pillows against mine. We do that for a while until I pull away and exhale a breathless sigh.

  “Can I use your bathroom?” I try and sit up, but my body is still sore, especially my ass now, too.

  “Of course.” He points it out, a plan dark door matching everything else. I glance at him laying confidently with his cock up against his stomach and don’t want to leave but I force myself to.

  I know at least that I should pee after and so I do. Once I finish that, I wash up and catch a reflection of myself in his mirror. His bathroom is a gray and silver expanse, the floors a light wood and then the cabinets darker with silver handles. It’s very clean, nothing out of place. Then I remember he is a military man and it makes sense. But there is nothing out besides a toothbrush in a silver holder and toothpaste. He even has the containers you pour liquid soap into so the tacky bottles aren’t out. I look around and find nothing that gives him away. It’s… dreary. Pretty much like him, but I know that there is more to him, too.

  Eventually I go back out and wish I had something on, realizing I am completely naked. But then I see how he looks at m
e and it goes away. He sits up on the bed, his arms fisted and in the sheets on either side of him before he stands. I explore his naked body like it is the first time. His tattoos, hard, built muscles, his cock… that’s the most distracting, even flaccid.

  “You want something to drink or anything?” He asks me. It’s almost like he doesn’t entertain very often because he seems awkward saying it. That much isn’t a surprise.

  “Yeah, some water. You have a shirt I can wear too?” I walk up closer to him. I don’t want to put my dress back on just yet.

  “Sure thing. You’re already stealing my clothes, huh?” He walks off and digs in his wide dresser. It takes up half the room and has the same dark cabinetry with silver handles. There is a huge curved flat screen on it too.

  “I guess so.” He hands me a yellow shirt I’m surprised he even owns. I slip it on, the fabric is soft and smells more like detergent than him, so I know he doesn’t wear it often.

  “I’ll be out in a sec.” He says to me before walking off to the bathroom.

  I watch him walk away, even his ass is nicely sculpted. And then I tread off to the kitchen on my own.

  His place is huge, and I don’t say that lightly. The living room is large, tall ceilings, and the kitchen is almost the size of mine, but I live in a house my parents built, so it’s different. I didn’t think club guys did that much, enough to afford this, but he must have something else going on. I’m not inclined to ask him, though, because he seems like a very private person. Not necessarily secretive, like he would lie to me, but private. I look over his large fridge and stove area but don’t want to go snooping around in it. I’m not hungry but I could drink a gallon of water on sight. Instead I sit on the high stool in front of the counter, the cold of the metal hitting my thighs. It helps my body cool down from where it’s at, currently high in temperature but managing not to sweat. It even helps the pulsing between my legs. I’m not in pain or anything but it is very sore. I feel it every time I breathe in. But I smile slightly because it means the memory will live on at least for a while. Of being so close to Darius, of him being inside me… I don’t ever want to forget the first time, but I want there to be a million more times. I don’t exactly know how to initiate that without seeming clingy, he never said this could be a real relationship, but I’m taking things slow to avoid telling Kit anything too.

  “I only have tap water.” Darius’s voice is deep and cuts through the silence, effectively shocking me in the process.

  I jump a little and turn to him entering the room, shirtless with plain gray boxers on. I swallow at still being able to see the outline of him, even flaccid.

  “You say that like I would mind.” I giggle a bit. He licks his lips; his dark eyes pan to me and stare me down as he moves to the cabinet. He grabs two glasses and fills them up at the sink.

  “You never know these days.” He says plainly and hands me the glass.

  I half smile and take a sip that turns to a long gulp and me finishing the glass in seconds.

  “Thirsty?” His voice is amused as his eyes lighten, but he doesn’t smile. I half laugh and lick my lips, wiping water from around my mouth with my sleeve.

  “Yeah, I guess so.” I watch with an odd trance as he drinks at his water, the way his full lips curl around the glass, droplets of water get caught on the mustache part of his beard and he wipes it away with his thumb.

  “Your place is really nice.” I say aimlessly. He gives me a funny look as he drops the glasses back in the sink.

  “You think so.” He says it more like a statement than a question.

  “Yes,” I giggle, “Very simple. I guess that makes sense.”

  He walks around the counter and leans in front of me, between the space of the chair and my legs.

  “Why do you say that?” His fingers trace the part of my ankle folded up on the chair, sending sparks of energy up my leg. Even after touching almost every part of me, his simple touches like this feel nice and unexpected. I can tell he isn’t a very affectionate person; it might be why he is into the bondage type stuff, but I don’t know for sure.

  “Because you’re simple. It makes sense that your place looks like a museum.” I joke. He takes me seriously for a second and frowns before he loosens up.

  “I never did much with the place. My sister convinced me to get all the furniture.”

  “Your sister is Olivia, right?” I ask. I think I have met her once or twice at the club. But like Kit, he doesn’t bring her around much. I never liked going around after a while because I knew I would see Darius and pretend that I didn’t like him. The fact that I have had this budding crush for a while, kept secret, is insane. And that it’s only now coming to fruition. I was afraid I had talked him up too much in my head, perfected him too much, but I hadn’t. He is turning out to be exactly as I imagined.

  “Yeah, that’s her.” He sighs like he doesn’t like her, and I laugh at that being the most normal thing about her. He grips my ankle tighter and I lean into him, tracing the tattoos on his forearms.

  “I want to meet her sometime.” I whisper. His eyes dart to mine and my cheeks heat at the sudden intrusion.

  “She’d like to meet you too. I don’t know how to tell her about you yet though.”

  “Why, because you’re secretly married?” I giggle once but my stomach tightens at having some inherent fear that he is.

  His brows mash together as he shakes his head, “No. Cause I’ve never had girlfriends before. It’s not my thing.” He shrugs.

  I distract myself while trying to find the right thing to say and trace the rose vine tattoo that he has.

  “Why? And I’m not your girlfriend. Not yet at least.” I sigh. I don’t think I should make things that official with him until I’m sure that I like him and am not just deeply infatuated. He has definite qualities about him for sure, but it would still feel wrong calling myself his girlfriend when we are hiding from my brother, too. He must agree because he nods silently.

  “I don’t know, Amy; it’s never been like that with other women. I couldn’t… connect with them.” He says quietly. I move my fingers along, up his arm to the part of his tattoo that might be an animal or something, I can’t really tell. I just like how the gray ink looks against his skin, how it wraps his muscles and his veins poke through.

  “You connect with me?” I ask, my voice unsteady because I’m not sure I even want the answer. I finally look in his eyes that have been on me the whole time and his gaze pins me down, settling a heat through my whole body again. If I’m prone to overheating around him, I need to prepare myself.

  “Yes.” His hand slides up my body toward my upper thigh, stopping inches from my bare sex.

  “Good.” I giggle, copying his word.

  His mouth twitches with a slight smile and it makes me smile fully. I lean in to kiss him, just because I can. And he lets me think that I am in control for half a second before his lips part and take my bottom lip in, suckling my flesh. I moan at the way I feel it in my whole body and the kiss deepens. His tongue swipes against my lip and my mouth opens, letting him in to taste him. I breathe deeply, his beard tickling my nose as I turn into the kiss, and he presses closer to me. I slide my hands up the expanse of his shoulders, the muscles so defined and rigid it makes me swoon at his hardness, and then I wrap them around his neck as I pull my body closer to his. He turns me so my legs are aside his waist and then he grips both my thighs in his massive hands, wrapping them around him. I moan inherently at his touch, the way he can be so rough yet soft and soothing at the same time. His cock covered by his boxers rubs against me and my body comes alive all over again, like I’m not ever sore there anymore at all. His touch is electrifying and it’s like he doesn’t even know it. The hard callous of his hands slide up my thighs and then to the curve of my ass, gripping the flesh like he owns it. That part is a little tender and I moan from it, he stops but then I realize that it felt good too. I buck my hips toward him to try and communicate without breaking the
kiss and he gets it, going back to kneading the flesh of my ass.

  My front presses to him, the soft mounds of my breasts hitting his hard chest and he growls, using one hand to travel up and grip my flesh. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I jolt with surprise. My eyes fly open as I break the kiss to breathe deeply and exhale.

  “Darius,” I moan aloud with nothing else to say. He keeps doing that as his lips travel to my neck instead. He starts working at the same spot that’s already tender from his touch and doesn’t stop until I’m crying out again from the sensation. He starts using both hands to manipulate my breasts and nipples and it feels so good. My clit is pulsing and making me drip, I feel the moisture seeping through.

  His fingers glide down my front, over my hair, and then he holds me open with one hand as the other enters me with his two thick fingers.

  “Agh, Darius. Oh fuck—” my moan is gargled as I start seeing spots instead of his plain gray ceiling.

  “Damn, babe. You’re so wet for me.” He rumbles deep in his chest and I find it in me to breathe so I don’t pass out.

  His fingers curl up inside me, drawing out and hitting the underside of my clit each time. I buck against him and the chair makes a hard scraping noise every time. It’s like I am literally fucking his hand and I don’t ever want to stop.

  He kisses me fast and roughly before traveling down my body. He outright bites my breast through the shirt, each one a few times before he pulls back. He watches his hand coming out of me and I do too, slick with my juices and seeped in the noise. It turns me on even more and a slow tremor starts up in the pit of my body, stemming up and growing to a full clenching orgasm. I grip his arms tightly, my nails digging in his flesh. When I eventually open my eyes and can see straight, his cock is hard in his boxers with moisture seeping through. I lick my lips as my mouth waters at wanting to taste him, but we’ve only just met technically and I’m trying not to lose all sense.