Kinsmen MC (Complete Series)

by J. C. Allen

  If we had not had our one night together, I probably wouldn’t have gone back with him. If I wasn’t so driven mad with desire, I probably wouldn’t have. If even just one other part of our history was different, I probably wouldn’t have.

  But…

  Well, I was here to have fun, right?

  “Lead the way.”

  He grinned so very smugly as he took my hand and all but raced me to the back. We weaved through two aisles, the pound of my heart rising to my ears and fleshing out through my skin, before we reached an unlocked door. He tugged it open, and we entered what looked like a supply closet that smelled like a slushy machine. He shut the door behind him.

  In the moment that he had his back to me, closing the door, I couldn’t help but wonder about so many questions. Had he done this before? What if someone figured out we were back here? What if one of the store employees knew we were back here already but just didn’t care? What if—

  Then Zeke pressed me up against the wall and kissed me so hard I felt it everywhere. All of the questions vanished in that moment, replaced by a lustful desire to get my brains fucked out.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, opening my mouth and letting his tongue swirl over mine, bringing his taste to me. He spread my legs and wrapped them around him, cinched tightly around his hips.

  He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down to my neck, starting where he left hickeys the last time.

  “Zeke,” I moaned, tugging at his shirt.

  I didn’t want to get completely naked in an unknown closet like this, but I wanted to get pretty damn close. I wasn’t completely past the fear of getting caught in the act, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have some fun along the way. I raked my nails down his hard, muscled skin and trailed farther to his jeans, undoing them to unleash his cock. I wrapped my hand around his hard flesh as it throbbed, and I pumped him to get it going.

  “Fuck, Allison.”

  He growled and tugged my panties aside in one movement, his tip almost pressing to me. He rummaged in his pocket, his hips pressing to me to hold me up, as he searched for a condom.

  “You make me crazy Allison. You know that? I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  He lifted his cock and rolled the condom on, and then entered me in one thrust.

  “I can tell,” I said, barely getting the words out before pleasure engulfed my body.

  Stretching me and filling me up, he went to work on me, ravaging my body with the rush of pleasure. I again raked my nails down his shoulders as my head lolled back. He kissed down the front of my neck to the hollow area by the bottom of my throat that he seemed to like very much. One hand held my hip in place and the other squeezed my breast. He lifted up my top and bra to get to it, pinching my hard nipple.

  He fucked me faster than ever, rattling the wall and making it so obvious to anyone else in the store. By now, though, I didn’t care, and frankly, I’m not sure I had the presence to care. All I could really care about was him, bringing me to my climax. It used to never happen for me with penetration, but now, in just a couple of sessions with Zeke, it was all I needed from him.

  “Oh, God! Zeke, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

  His grunts grew in volume as he grabbed my body harder. I felt like my breast would be bruised… but I couldn’t bring myself to care. He kissed me again, his tongue swirling into mine faster, making for a wet, open mouthed kiss. Just moments later, I reached my orgasm, my walls clenching around him. His pelvis hit against my clit more every time, continuing my tremors. He followed suit shortly after, stilling inside me as he came.

  “Fuck, fuck!”

  Slowly, I stopped clenching around him, my body coming down, as his cock stopped pulsing inside me too. Wow. Never thought a trip to the gas station could feel so good.

  “Damn… that was good.”

  He set me down easily. I had to make a concerted effort not to wobble on my feet and give him even more satisfaction.

  “What’d you expect?” he said before he winked at me.

  I got myself in order as he did, trashing the condom in a trash can I’m sure had never been emptied. I hadn’t forgotten his question, though, which I addressed after we both used some hand sanitizer near the entrance.

  “I thought you’d have moved on by now. Isn’t that your style?”

  I half smiled at him. He stepped forward until I had leaned against the wall again and had no space to escape. I definitely didn’t expect him to say what he did.

  “I thought it was.”

  I rolled my eyes, even as part of it felt really good to hear.

  “Is this the part where you say ‘I have changed myself and my ways?’” I said in a mocking tone.

  He wrapped his arm around my waist and looked down at my lips. Even if he had changed, he was still a fucking good charmer.

  “No. No, my ways don’t change Allison. But I have been thinking about you a lot, and then I run into you today like some twist of fate. How could I not think something was up at that point?”

  ‘You believe in that stuff?”

  He held a serious expression before he suddenly burst into laughter.

  “I’m starting to.”

  I smirked, but a strange sadness started to settle on me.

  “Well you won’t run into me again, chances are. This was nice, this was fun, but… I just don’t see how it could last.”

  Instead of agreeing with me, though, he licked his lips and surveyed me. His eyes darted across me as he went into thought. I could tell he was undecided about whatever it was he wanted to say. By now, I probably should have known it wasn’t exactly in his nature to agree, if for no other reason than just out of principle.

  “Give me your number. We can hook up.”

  “I thought you didn’t do that,” I said with a snort, but then another thought came that made me narrow my eyes at him. “You’ve probably been with three other women since me.”

  He tilted his head at me and kissed me instead of replying. It was a kiss that curled my toes all over again and reached my spine. I heard my phone going off in my purse, dumped on the floor, and knew it was my friends wondering where I was.

  They could wait. All I wanted to do was kiss Zeke right now. When he kissed me, I felt like a part of me that had always been asleep was slowly waking up.

  When he released me, I stared into the expanse of his eyes and lost myself in them.

  “You’re right, I don’t do relationship,” he said, which felt like a polite affirmation of my suspicions. “I do sex, really good sex, and I like having it with you. Plus, you aren’t that bad to talk to, you’re much less vapid. And you’re leaving at the end of the summer, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  He shrugged his shoulders and grinned.

  “Clean break. What more could we ask for?”

  He was right about one thing at least. He was really good at sex, and I most definitely enjoyed it with him. I really couldn’t spend the entire summer with Jenna and Marissa; I needed the adventure I came here for, the fun that can come with this arrangement. I could stay unattached and leave when the summer is up and never see him again. It would be the simplest thing I’d done in a long time.

  Plus, Zeke wasn’t just a hookup. He was a true adventure.

  “Okay.” I responded.

  We exchanged numbers. I tried to walk out of there without shame, but that was hard when the cashier looked at me like he knew exactly what went on. He probably does. But if this club’s reputation is anything, he’s probably not going to say a word. I bought my liquor and walked with Zeke outside. He kissed me by my car again before I took off, and I wondered just how the hell I would tell my friends why I was so late.

  I was gone for over an hour for a trip that should have taken twenty minutes at the most. I hadn’t realized how long we were in the closet and how long we were having sex. It felt like a flash, but from the soreness in my back leaned up against the wall, it clearly wasn’t.
It was delightful to know that he could make that hour feel so damn good.

  Zeke just did something to me; he just took some pieces away and replaced them with better ones. It wasn’t just that he was hot or well endowed, which he certainly was. It was the way he handled me so expertly. And now, I could have him whenever I want. There was nothing stopping me until it was time to move on with my life. It was the perfect arrangement.

  I was not sure how well it would work, but honestly, I was not all that worried about it either.

  “You better have a damned good reason for this, you know that was a flash sale we were trying to get to.”

  Marissa talked my ear off on the way to the car. I came home and went to clean myself up and change panties, but I couldn’t dodge Marissa and Jenna forever.

  “I’m sorry. The gas station had a… problem.”

  “Like what? A robbery?” Marissa said, only half paying attention with her phone in her hand.

  “No um… a Zeke problem?”

  She whipped her head around the seat and Jenna nearly stopped the car. I had no idea how I was going to break this to them, but I didn’t think that it would’ve happened like this. But at this point, well, I figured there was no reason to hide anything.

  “What the fuck? Tell me everything,” Jenna said loudly.

  “There isn’t much to tell,” I said, folding my legs on the seat and giving her a funny look. Even though, well, there’s quite a bit to tell. “I ran into him in the store and we…kind of had sex in the back closet. And then he basically asked me to be his fuck buddy until I leave.”

  My friends looked as shocked as me when it first happened. Both were tripping over their words until they landed on something, but even then, there was that sense of utter disbelief underlying their words.

  “Well this is, this is perfect!” Marissa said, practically singing. “I told you this is what you should do anyway. It’s because I had a face mask this morning and prayed to the gods.”

  “Yeah right,” I said, but my mind wasn’t on what she’d said.

  Instead, I smiled at the memory of Zeke and tried not to stare at my phone to wait for a text.

  “Well you said yes right? This is a thing?” Jenna asked, persistently looking in the rearview mirror at me.

  “Uh yeah, we exchanged numbers. I don’t think I should text him, right?” I asked.

  “Hm, give it a day,” Marissa said. “I’m sure he’ll text you but you know how men like to save face.”

  I sure hoped he was just saving face. I sure hoped that he hadn’t done that, only to tear at my heart right then and there.

  We walked around the mall until it got dark outside. There was still nothing, no text. Granted, it hadn’t been that long. He was probably at the club or… with another girl.

  Perhaps I should have cleared that up with him. I thought he meant exclusively. But I was too stuck in the moment to have thought of it. Stupid. You think someone like that would go exclusive? And now you’re just going to be a ball of stress until you hear from him.

  When we got home, I still hadn’t heard anything, and the thoughts in my head weren’t getting any better. Marissa and Jenna went to play some games, but I just went to my room, telling them I was too exhausted to hang out. Ironically, the fact that I’d gotten laid so crazily early was exactly what prevented them from pestering me further; for once, they weren’t hanging over my shoulder, wanting to know everything that had happened.

  And then, just as I started to try to go to sleep, my phone rang. It said “Sex God.” Well, little doubt who this is?

  “Did you put yourself in my phone as sex god?” I said, smiling.

  He was smug as hell, arrogant even, but he was also warranted in that right. It was fun for now, being casual.

  “I did.”

  His deep voice was smoother over the phone, somehow deeper. I rolled onto my back and put him on speaker before I put the phone on my stomach, the better so I would have my hands free just in case… well, you know.

  “How humble of you. And these after eleven calls aren’t going to work, I like my beauty sleep.”

  “Hm, I’m a night time type of guy, I guess you’re gonna have to deal with it.”

  “I guess so,” I said with a laugh. It was pretty obvious by now I was willing to do what he wanted since it made me feel so damn good. “What’d you do all day?”

  I asked it casually, but I still didn’t even know if casual questions were the thing we were supposed to do in a relationship like this. This would take some getting used to, and I honestly didn’t think phone calls would be part of the experience.

  “Slung beers, worked at the club.”

  I halfway wanted to ask him what that entails, but I didn’t think professional pastimes are part of the deal either. Plus, there was always the concern that he would confess he had slept with other girls, and that was one of those “don’t ask, don’t tell” deals.

  “Sounds fun.”

  “Hardly. I know what is actually fun though.”

  I noticed it was completely silent on his end. I imagined him laying in bed too, probably naked. I wished I was naked with him. Fuck, this is hard already.

  “What’s that?”

  My body was already trembling with every breath at the thought of him, at the sound of his voice. That couldn’t just be in my head, right? I had a sense that he felt it too, but I was not about to ask. I was going to enjoy this casual call at eleven thing we had going on until it was over.

  Even on the phone, Zeke didn’t disappoint.

  “Phone sex.”

  9

  Zeke

  “I thought people didn’t do that.”

  It took Allison a few seconds to respond, but when she finally did, she sounded like she wanted to, but she didn’t know if she should. Oh, silly girl. How little you know.

  “Like I thought they were faking.”

  She giggled nervously. I chuckled and shook my head, rolling over on my back in bed. This girl was either very naive or just that sweet, and I had a lot to show her—and boy, did I look forward to showing her and then some.

  “Maybe when smart phones didn’t exist,” I said. “But things are a little different now.”

  “You—you want to video chat?”

  Her voice lowered, as if she didn’t want to be heard. Fine by me; I just wanted this to go down whether everyone heard or no one heard.

  “Of course I do,” I said confidently, as if I did this all the time—even though most of the girls I hooked up with, I never even asked for their numbers, let alone a chance to video chat. “Show me your pussy. As much as I’d like to see your pretty face, I’d rather see a different set of lips.”

  I could hear her swallowing on the other end, her breathing turning into panting slowly. I knew she would say yes; it was just a matter of time.

  Then, after she turned on the video and some adjusting, I came face to camera with her perfect pink pussy, already starting to glisten. It made me wish I was there right now, inside of it, but this was a pretty damn good alternative.

  “Fuck me. You’re perfect, Allison.”

  “I want to see your cock.”

  She shuddered; I could see it from her inner thighs. Without hesitation, I turned my camera and pulled my cock out from under the sheets.

  “Fuck me. You’re perfect, Zeke.”

  She imitated my voice, and I just laughed the hardest I have while aroused. Eventually, her giggles died down. It was time to get to the good stuff—I guided her in the silence.

  “Touch yourself, with two fingers.”

  Her yellow painted nails came into sight, and my cock grew harder as I watched her swirl her clit. She had command of her fingers—that much was obvious not just from what I saw but from what I knew of her.

  “Pump your cock in your hand,” she said.

  I was already halfway there but follow her command, starting to fist my cock in what was setting up to be the world’s best hand job. Certainly, it was
the most pleasurable.

  “Imagine my cock sliding in that tight pussy of yours. Stretching you. Fucking you hard.”

  I groaned and imagined it myself, too, as I pumped myself harder. The speaker filled with her moans that she tried to muffle. This was fucking amazing and felt really good, but it only highlighted to me that I needed to be with her in person. I should have made the trip, but this would have to do for the time being.

  “God Zeke… how can it feel this good and you’re not even here!”

  She started working herself faster. I about lost it when she slipped her fingers inside herself. My cock was threatening to blow right now.

  “I’m just that good.”

  I moved my hips to meet my hand and tried to get myself there at the same time as her, given that she seemed just seconds away from exploding.

  “Oh god…” she cried out.

  We were both so close—so fucking close.

  “Fuck, Allison, let me see your face when you come!”

  Her eyes were closed and her sexy face came on as she finished. That, that face, that made me lose it. I turned and came into the towel I laid by me, pumping out the last of me. I watched her relax against a bright orange pillow and lick at her lips, biting down on her bottom. I flipped it to my face and grinned at her.

  It wasn’t quite as good as sex, but for any activity that involved distance between us, it was the best damn thing possible.

  “Now you see why people do it,” I said with a chuckle.

  She smiled at me, her skin flushed and green eyes brighter than ever.

  “I see why we should do it again.”

  I woke up with morning wood, having dreamed about Allison and our phone sex the night before.

  I couldn’t fucking get enough. It was just the damndest thing I had ever experienced.

  Allison had been on my mind since I first laid eyes on her. I hated that she had infiltrated my mind with seemingly such ease. I tried to get her off my mind, but it never worked. I had gone so far in my efforts to keep her casual that, after I had left Sunday dinner, I actively searched my contacts and tried to find someone safe that wouldn’t think I was trying to start something. I had gone so far as to break my own rule so that I wouldn’t break it even more forcefully with Allison.