by James, Marie
“This what you were talking about?” Chains thumbs over his shoulder as I approach him.
The living room furniture has been shoved to one corner, and gym mats have been spread out on the floor.
“Yeah, but I only needed one mat for Molly and me.”
“And make us miss all the fun?” Turning in the direction of the voice, I find Xena, Legs, Vixen, and two other girls I don’t recognize walking toward me. Each of them are in tiny shorts and halter tops. “We want to learn to defend ourselves, too.”
Legs pouts, which does nothing for me, but Ronan seems entranced when he walks up.
“You could easily put out someone’s eye with these things for sure.” Ronan twists Legs’s pebbled nipple that’s pushing against the fabric of her tank top before testing the weight of both breasts in his hands. “Come on, doll. You’re with me today.”
Chains pairs off with Vixen, and the other two girls giggle as Mac walks up to them, holding out a hand for each of them.
“Oh!” Molly squeals as she steps up beside me. “It’s going to be like a real class.”
“Hardly,” I mutter as the couples on the mats start wrestling with each other. I turn my attention to her. She’s the only one I can see anyway. “Nope.”
I point my finger back in the direction of our room.
“What?”
“Different clothes.”
“They’re wearing less than I am.” I don’t even bother following the point of her finger. “Don’t do this, Briar.”
“I don’t want them looking at you,” I hiss.
“Then you’ll have to make sure you stay on top.” She walks past me. “Hey, guys—”
She heaves out a breath when I tackle her from behind, but she’s face down on the mat before anyone has the chance to see the amount of skin she’s showing. Not that they’re paying her any mind to begin with. She’s wearing more right now than she wore last week at the pool in town, but horny teenage boys and MC members aren’t even in the same class. I still don’t trust that Irish fucker Mac.
“Your erection is digging into me,” she huffs on a giggle, trying and failing to sound offended.
“You’re going to pay for acting like a brat,” I warn in her ear.
“How so?” I allow her to turn under me, thinking she was having a hard time breathing, but the mischievous glint in her eyes tell me I just got played. “You going to fuck me so hard I can’t walk?”
“No,” I whisper before allowing my voice to get louder with each successive word. “I’m going to stick my finger in your—”
She squeals, cupping her hand over my mouth. “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”
“I did no such thing,” I say after shaking her hand from my lips.
“Try and escape this!”
We both look over to see Legs straddling Ronan. She’s got his arms pinned over his head, and somehow during their wrestling, her shirt has vanished.
“Easy,” Ronan pants before lifting his head and sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Molly mewls like a kitten under me, and the erection I thought I could control comes back full force. The sight of other people isn’t what gets my blood pumping. It’s the fuck-hot girl under me that sets me on fire. Sure the sexy sounds the other couples are beginning to make add to the ambiance, but crickets chirping would probably have the same effect on me right now.
“I want to fuck you,” I confess against her lips.
“I want that, too,” she replies breathlessly.
“We’re supposed to wait,” I remind her, but my mind is already made up.
I’m sure every person in this clubhouse, including her two older brothers, think we’ve been fucking since the first time I was able to get an erection after they beat my ass, but I haven’t. I mean we’ve done just about everything but the final act, but waiting for the perfect time is silly. Anytime with her is the perfect time.
“Are you sure?” I have to ask even though she’s been begging me for the last two weeks straight to take her virginity.
Her eyes soften, and she must realize how serious I am right now. Hand cupping my cheek, she lifts her head and presses a soft, sweet kiss to my lips.
“I am.”
“Fuck, yes. I’m gonna come!”
Molly’s eyes widen as one of the new chicks ruins our moment.
“Not out here.”
“Definitely not,” she agrees, giggling as I scoop her up and carry her back to our room.
Chapter 39
Molly
“I’m nervous,” I confess as Briar uses his free hand to close us into our room.
“We don’t have to do this today.” He sets me on the mattress but makes no move to join me. “We can go to the mall or grab some ice cream from that little store you like.”
“It’s frozen yogurt,” I correct, “and I said I was nervous, not that I don’t want to do this.”
“I’m nervous, too.” Sincerity fills his eyes as he looks down at me.
His apprehension comes from a different place. I’m worried about the pain even though the girls have assured me it’s temporary and worth it by the second time we’ll make love. He’s terrified he’s going to hurt me, but I know better. He hasn’t closed his eyes or asked to be restrained once since everything went down in the basement.
“You won’t hurt me.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You know how far to take it.”
I was the one trembling from nerves, yet here I am assuring him we can do this.
“Breath play while getting you off won’t be the same if I’m inside of you.”
A wicked thrill races up my spine, but I won’t confess that the danger of being with him is part of the excitement.
“How will it be different?” Running my hand up his muscled thigh, I keep my eyes on his. “Will being buried deep inside of me make it harder for you to control yourself?”
He’s panting by the time my hand brushes over his erection.
“Tie me up.” He rushes past me and falls unceremoniously to the bed, holding his arms up to the slats.
“And do what?” My smile never fades. “Just jump on top of you and slam down on your cock?”
The member in question jolts behind the fabric of his sweats like it’s answering my question for him.
“Tie me up,” he repeats.
“No.” I cross my arms over my chest in defiance, but when he refuses to look me in the eye, the threat of tears burns in my nose. “This is a bad idea.”
He grabs me before I can climb off the bed.
“What’s wrong?”
“If you’re going to pull that no touching/no eye contact mess, then I don’t even want to do this.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Pain is laced in his tone, and I know I’m being selfish, but this is a big damn deal. We’ll have tons of sex in our lives together where he’ll be allowed the upper hand, but this first time needs to be centered on me, and I refuse to feel bad about that.
“You hurt me when you don’t look at me, when you refuse to touch me. Do you really think there’s anything special about using you as a fuck toy?”
A growl rolls from his throat. “I couldn’t live with myself if I do something that causes you pain.”
“You’re going to hurt me.” His brow draws in. “It’s going to hurt. There’s no way around that, but the pinch of pain I’ll feel will be nothing compared to the ache in my chest if you insist on being tied down.”
His grip doesn’t loosen on my arm even though I’m making no attempt to get away from him.
“When I fuck you—”
My hand covers his mouth. “You aren’t going to fuck me.”
The crease in his brow deepens.
“You’ll make love to me, and that little demon you think you have in you will just have to wait until next time to get his fingers around my throat.”
“Hurting you is the last thing I want to do, but hearing you
mention my hands around your throat while inside of you makes me harder than I’ve ever been.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I tease, my teeth digging into the upper curve of my mouth.
There’s nothing romantic or sweet about the way he forces me to my back and rips my clothes off. Good thing I wasn’t wearing much to begin with.
“Get naked,” I urge, my hands trying to shove down his sweats with little success.
“You’re trembling.”
“I’m cold.”
“Don’t lie to me.” His eyes find mine, greedy hands stilling on my hips.
“I told you I was nervous.”
“And you once claimed a little pain made you wet.” He punctuates his declaration with a sharp stinging bite to my left breast.
My moan is my confession, and the knowing look in his eyes becomes a challenge.
“I want you to go slow.”
His tongue dips into my belly button, and I hate the scratch of his t-shirt on my legs. We’re supposed to be skin to skin, and he hasn’t made a single move to get naked.
“No, you don’t.”
His breath heats my damp flesh with flawless precision. He doesn’t treat me like a man who has been abstinent for the last decade. His skilled mouth and hands are more than I ever could’ve imagined. He touches me like he’s been doing it every day of his life.
“Get naked,” I insist again.
His laugh turns into a sultry moan when he gets the first taste of me. My body craves him incessantly, but knowing that today is the day, I’m hypersensitive to his touch.
Parting me with his tongue, that adept muscle brushes over my clit and electricity gathers like a lightning storm in my belly.
“This is enough for me.” The shakiness in his tone betrays the lie.
“Not enough for me.” I don’t push him away or try to close my legs because I’m not dumb. If the man wants to spend all day with his head between my legs, I’ll let him. I won’t let it keep him from sealing the deal eventually.
“I need you to come,” he urges, tongue working my clit, fingers tracing my entrance.
“I need—”
My words stall when he does something he’s never done before. The tip of one finger dips inside of me, and the invasion is too much for words. It doesn’t hurt, and it’s not foreign like I thought it would be. My body is shaking, clasping at him and begging for more.
He’s plunged his tongue there more times than I can count, but this is different. This is too much and somehow not enough. It makes no sense, yet my body knows it’s exactly what I’ve been missing.
“So sweet.” He sucks on me harder, pushes his finger deeper. “So fucking tight. There’s no way I won’t hurt you. My cock is too big for this tiny pussy.”
His filthy words, more than anything else, are my undoing.
“Jesus,” he purrs against my quivering flesh as my body sucks at the digit still buried inside. “Can you handle more?”
He doesn’t give me time to respond as he pulls his finger free only to delve back in with two. Pushing past sensitive tissue and clenching muscles, he spreads his fingers, opening me, preparing me for his invasion. We both know he’d have to shove more than two fingers in there to fully prepare me, but I’m devious, knowing the imminent bite of pain is going to make me come quicker than anything else.
I don’t question the perverse need, and I don’t confess that my nervousness earlier was more about liking it than being afraid.
“I need you,” I husk out on a moan when he tries to press three fingers into me.
“I can’t fuck you.” His mouth pulls away from me, and I’m revved up enough to punch him in the eye if he stops this now.
“You have to.”
“I’ll come. I’m so close already.”
“Fuck my mouth before you fuck my pussy.” I don’t have to worry about the recharge. It hasn’t been an issue since that first day I wrapped my mouth around him.
“You’re perfect,” he praises, shoving his sweats down as he knee-walks toward me.
“Shirt too.”
It’s off in a flash, and the straining head of his cock is pressing against my lips. I want to tease him, to make him beg, but the second he pushes past my lips his fingers dive back inside of me, and I’m lost. Voracious is the only way to describe how I’m feasting on him. The soundtrack of need fills the air. The melody of sucking, groaning, and filthy praise coming from Briar heats me up even more. Sloppily, I lick him, teasing his slit with enthusiasm because I know how close he is. We’re two trains on the same track about to collide. His cock jerks against my tongue just as my core clenches in fevered relief.
“Molly.” My name is a slow hiss on his lips.
He’s not as boneless as I am after coming twice. He’s primal, animalistic even when he covers my body with his.
“Are you ready—?”
He’s inside of me, breaking me apart and putting me back together before I can respond. He was right when he called me out on my lie about wanting to go slow. Slow isn’t for us. The thought of languid strokes does nothing for me. The deep, fluid thrusts he’s punishing me with right now are my reward.
“I’ve waited so long for this.” My eyes flutter, mouth agape with the inability to form sounds. “You’re so fucking tight. So pure. An innocent little girl letting me defile you like this, hurt you like this.”
“More,” I pant.
“Don’t move,” he hisses when I try to roll my hips. I hear rather than see his hands clench into fists near my ears. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He presses harder, immersing himself into me farther than I ever thought possible. The pain is euphoric, a devious splash that’s quickly conquered by deep-rooted need.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His brow scrunches, but he never takes his eyes off of me, never pulls his arms from where they’re wrapped around my back and over the tops of my shoulder. “Come. Please come.”
The quaver in his voice, the unadulterated demand forces my body to obey. I can’t decipher my orgasm from his as we both jerk with release. Unexplained tears sting my eyes as his harsh breaths against my lips deprive me of clean oxygen. I love every second of it. The rough teasing, the prepping, the stinging invasion. Every damn second. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect first time.
I don’t even bother to hide my wince when he pulls free of me.
“Did I hurt you?”
I huff a laugh at the ridiculous question. Of course, he hurt me, and I revel in the knowledge that it’ll hurt again the next time he shoves himself inside of me. He’s a lot to get used to.
“It was perfect.”
“I came inside of you.”
“You want to nut on my face next time?” I turn toward him, tucking myself under his arm. “It’s not on the top of my list, but I’ll let you if that’s what you want.”
“I can’t get you pregnant.”
I stiffen at his words, but the longer I think about it, the more acceptable that outcome seems.
“I can hear your wheels turning,” he mutters, muscles on his stomach jumping under my trailing fingers. “Your brothers may be okay with us together right now, but Lynch would string me up if I got you pregnant at eighteen.”
Before I can argue about my life and my choices a loud boom echoes just outside of the door.
Briar is off the bed, gun in hand, and crossing the room before I can blink.
“What’s your problem?” TJ’s voice must snap Briar back into reality because he takes the time to shove his legs back into his sweats before he pulls open the door.
“Explain yourself,” Lynch snaps.
I can’t see him because Briar’s wide shoulders are blocking my view, but I know that tone.
“It isn’t a big fucking deal,” TJ hisses, and I’m certain his knife is in his grip even if he has no intention of using it.
“Not a big deal? Are you fucking kidding me? Since when is having a girl locked in a cage in the basement, not a b
ig fucking deal?”
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