The Light Beneath the Dark: Motorcycle Club MM romance (Dark River Stone Collective Book 1)

by JP Sayle

  I was unsure who moved first, but I found my back against the wall and Mason devouring my mouth with a passion that drove the temperature in the stairwell up by fifty degrees. “Fuck, I want you,” he gasped against my mouth, his hands working to pull my T-shirt from the band of my jeans. Then, as if recalling where we were, he pulled back, his face flushed. “Sorry, shit. Where’s River?” he asked, sounding breathless, and a lot sheepish, as he eyed the stairs leading up to my home.

  Chuckling at how flustered he looked, I didn’t let him go. My mouth roamed up the side of his neck above his collar. “River’s out for the night,” I murmured as my lips traced his beating pulse, feeling it leap as it registered what I was saying. “Nutty has plans…that leaves—”

  “Oh fuckkkk,” he moaned, not letting me finish as he wrenched his body from mine, his eyes wild.

  A moan rumbled up my chest at the hunger he was displaying, and I went to pull him back against me. He held up his hands to ward me off. “Upstairs, now.” There was a hard edge of dark arousal in his tone, and I found myself obeying as my dick throbbed in approval.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Mason

  Linc seemed to have understood that if we touched again, I wouldn’t be held responsible for what happened, so he kept his distance as he moved to walk in front of me. His low-slung jeans sculpted to his ass and my fingers tingled with thoughts of being able to touch. My chest heaved with the effort to keep control of the need tearing at my insides.

  The pressure inside my chest felt immense as we silently walked up the last flight of stairs and Linc opened the door into his apartment. This was the first time we’d be alone together with no possible interruption and my blood sang with anticipation.

  He stood back to let me past. The cool air inside the hallway did little to calm my overheated skin. The snick of the lock engaging was all it took to break the chain on my control, and I whirled to face him. “I want you,” I growled through clenched teeth. “I want to fuck you up against that wall. You gonna let me?”

  His large body shuddered, and a red hue rode over his cheek bones. I held my breath as his eyes hooded. Then he took hold of the hem of his T-shirt and stripped it off. Next came his boots, socks, jeans, and lastly, his boxer briefs.

  He stood aroused and unashamed, his eyes locked with mine. His dick bobbed, the tip slick and gleaming with pre-cum, and my mouth watered for a taste. I held back though, because that was not what I wanted right now. I wanted so much more, I wanted his submission. No, I yearned for it.

  The last few times we’d been together, I’d held back from voicing what I really wanted. With the knowledge we were completely alone, it had somehow broken through the barrier that had stopped me before.

  “You want me”—his arms lifted out from his sides as if he was issuing a threat—“then take me,” he rasped sexily.

  My lips tugged into a smile as a buzzing started in my ears. I slowly lifted my trembling fingers to remove my tie, then unbutton my shirt. His eyes darkened as my chest was revealed. I unbuttoned the cuffs then let the shirt drop to the floor next to my tie. With my shoes and socks off, I peeled off my pants.

  I dug into my pocket to pull out my wallet, retrieving a condom and a packet of lube, placing them on the small table within reach. Only then did I push my boxer briefs down my thighs and step out of them.

  My skin felt electrified by the tension crackling between us. His hungry gaze raked my body, and my cock bucked to show its appreciation. I stroked my dick from base to tip. His lips thinned as his jaw bunched when I did it several more times before collecting the pre-cum beaded on the slit.

  His nostrils flared as I stepped to him, my intention clear as I lifted my slick finger and smeared his lips with pre-cum. His mouth opened, but before his tongue could taste, I surged forward and bodily pushed him back against the wall near the table.

  He growled, his eyes dark pools of desire as I took his mouth in a wet, hungry kiss. The salty taste of my pre-cum combined with his unique flavor was all I could think about as his tongue slid deep into my mouth. One hand took hold of the back of my neck while the other roamed down my back. His fingers dug painfully into my buttock as his hips thrust forward. His dick slid against mine in a sensual caress that was too much, and yet, not nearly enough.

  Aware that Linc was trying to take back control, I peeled my lips away from his reluctantly. When his mouth chased mine, my heart soared. “Who’s in charge?” The hard edge I added to my voice got Linc’s attention and his eyes became dark pools of lust while the large body I was pressed against, tensed. There were so many emotions riding over his face, I couldn’t keep up. Would he let me take control?

  As if I’d voiced that aloud, his body went lax against the wall and his hands dropped to his sides. His eyes were wary, but he didn’t look away as I inched closer to his mouth. My lips hovered over his, “Thank you. I swear, you can trust me.”

  He shifted and his breathing rate increased. “You gonna fuck me or just talk ‘bout it?”

  It was the uncertainty I could hear that stopped me from saying more. Instead, I traced my tongue over his lower lip. His breath mingled with mine and he moaned, his dick pulsing against my lower body. “No, I’m gonna love on that ass of yours until”—I sucked his lower lip into my mouth and bit gently—“I make you my bitch.”

  His whole body shuddered, and I slammed my mouth against his. He grunted and opened to let me take control of the kiss. The kiss was hot, demanding, and hard, as teeth clashed together, and my tongue tasted every part of his mouth. Using my body to pin him to the wall, my hips rolled against Linc’s. My satiny skin sliding against his silky hair added to my torment. There were moans and groans, but I wasn’t sure who they belonged to as my hands roamed freely over the large body that was all mine. This glorious man was mine to cherish. How had I gotten so lucky?

  My mouth traveled down Linc’s throat, his extra height making it easier. His body was a thing of beauty, and I wanted to worship every inch of him. Aware of the off-limits part of his chest, I lifted my left hand and stroked his nipple while I licked a path to the other side of his chest, the dark, firm bud calling to me. I sucked it into my mouth and lavished it with attention, then I bit hard while squeezing the other, knowing Linc loved a little pain.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” he rasped huskily. His pelvis thrust hard against mine, his slick dick giving mine a wet kiss as they slid together in a sticky caress. My dick throbbed and my balls got a nice ache, reminding me that I needed to get things moving along if I wanted to give Linc the little piece of heaven I’d promised.

  I reached out blindly for the table I’d placed the lube and condom on. There was a crash before it registered something had been knocked off the table.

  “Fuck,” I gasped, dragging in a ragged breath as I glanced at the now broken lamp. “Sorry, I’ll replace it.”

  “Fuck the lamp,” he groaned, his hands moving impatiently at his sides, his eyes demanding I get on with it.

  I was sure the strain on his face matched my own. Raw need ravaged me as the desire to show Linc how I really felt about him, even if it was only with my body, took hold. There were barriers that he’d erected to keep himself safe from pain, from suffering at the hands of others’ carelessness, I could see them. They were there in the depths of his gaze and I wanted to prove to him that this meant everything to me. That he meant everything to me.

  My fingers shook as I ripped open the condom and made quick work of gloving up. The throbbing ache made it difficult to touch myself with Linc watching my every move. Opening the packet of lube, I slicked up my fingers and my cock before I stepped closer to Linc.

  Puffs of warm air hit my face as Linc’s eyes closed when I cupped his heavy sac, rolling his hairy balls in the palm of my hand. Using my other slicked hand, I teased the slit of his cock. His eyes remained shut as he groaned and pushed into my hand, his body begging me for more.

  Ever watchful, I continued to tease his dick as I slid my ot
her hand under his sac and pressed against his taint. His lips clamped together, and a deep flush rode high on his cheek bones. He widened his stance and his hips tilted forward to give me better access, even though his eyes remained closed.

  My jaw ached. The heat and scent of him surrounded me as my finger slid between his ass cheeks and stroked over his tightly clenched hole. His chest sawed, and deep lines appeared at the side of his mouth, but he uttered no protest.

  “God, look at you. You look so fucking sexy standing there with my hands touching you. Can you feel my fingers trembling with need for you?” As I spoke, he shivered and mewled but his eyes stayed shut, and that wasn’t working for me. I wanted him to see who it was that was touching him, pleasuring him. “Look at me,” I growled.

  It took a second, but his eyes slitted open. They glittered with wild desire and my heart skipped several beats. I leaned forward and took his mouth in a hungry kiss, using it to distract him from what my hands were doing. I deepened the kiss until his hands came up to cup the back of my head to hold me in place.

  A growl of lust rumbled up my chest as my finger pressed a little more firmly against him. He tensed, but as I was about to retreat, he bore down, and I murmured encouragement into his mouth as I slipped my finger into the tightest ass I’d ever encountered.

  He panted into my mouth as his ass clenched and unclenched several times.

  “Relax Linc, the burning will fade, and it’ll feel so good, I swear.”

  Sweat covered his forehead as he worked on doing as I suggested. Once the clenching muscles released my finger enough that I could move it, I felt for his prostate. The second I hit pay dirt and stroked gently, his whole body bucked hard enough to nearly dislodge me.

  “Motherfucker…do that again,” he cried out on a strangled moan.

  “What, this?” I asked as I got busy making his ass sing with pleasure.

  “Yes, fucker!” he growled before his head landed hard against the wall. He seemed not to notice as I slowly pumped my finger into his ass, making sure to stroke his prostate. His dick thickened and pulsed in my other hand, reminding me of what I’d been doing. I stroked it in time with the shallow pumps into his ass and only when he begged for more, did I add a second finger.

  Linc’s hair was stuck to his shoulders and his face was sheened with sweat by the time I had three fingers in his ass, and he was humping my hand for all he was worth. This time his eyes remained open and heavy lidded. His lips were parted as he cursed, moaned, and groaned his pleasure for me to hear. His desire was like an aphrodisiac that stoked my own need higher and higher.

  “Fuck me, fuck me now, you bastard. Do it now. Stop fucking teasing me,” he demanded, sounding strained and angry.

  Hoping that I’d done enough, I removed my fingers from his slick hole and pressed my body flush against his. Our chests slid against each other as I nestled my pelvis in the crook of his and nudged the tip of my dick against his hole. “Are you ready to be my bitch?” I ground out through clenched teeth.

  There was acceptance and vulnerability in the depth of his gaze as it held mine. “Do it,” he whispered.

  Whatever I’d thought I felt for this man was surpassed in the moment of absolute truth and honesty, as we continued to stare at each other. Nothing else mattered but this right here…the love I felt for him and was coming to understand was as vital to me as breathing. I blinked back the tears gathering at the corner of my eyes and tightened my hold, fighting the fear that I might not be enough.

  I pushed into him and the air left my lungs in a rush. The heat and tight muscles cinching my dick as I inched into heaven left me struggling to recall my moves. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” I gasped, working to suck in some air.

  “That’s ‘cause you’re trying to shove a pole into a fuckin’ pin hole,” he grunted breathlessly, his face looking more than a little pinched when my groin met his.

  Humor replaced the fear as I struggled to keep from laughing at his answer, knowing that he needed to relax his ass. That he had to be feeling the burn right then with the way his channel was squeezing the fuck out of my dick.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Lincoln

  Breathe, breathe, I chanted, hoping it would help with the unfamiliar sensations running wildly through me. The fullness and burning in my ass were a part of it, but that wasn’t what was causing my panic. No, it was the feelings of rightness the moment Mason had pushed inside me. Expecting to feel emasculated, I’d never felt more powerful in my fucking life.

  Mason’s face was a myriad of emotions he wasn’t concealing and that overtook my common sense. I’d swear it was that as I reached out for his hand and took hold of his wrist. His eyes showed some confusion until I brought the palm of his hand to my lips and kissed it. With wide eyes sheened with moisture, his lips trembled when I laid his hand on my chest and pressed it tightly over my beating heart. A heart this man had slowly been claiming, piece by piece, since he’d stepped into my life.

  “Oh fuck…I know you’re not ready for the words, but know that when you’re ready, they’re yours.” His fingers traced Lizzie’s tattoo as his eyes offered me everything. “I’ll treasure what you’ve given me.” He voice was no more than a broken whisper before he gently kissed me.

  Certain the dreamy sigh I heard came from him, I deepened the kiss, my ass forgotten as Mason reverently stroked the skin over my heart. I might not be able to say how I felt, but it seemed Mason had gotten the meaning behind my gesture. The kiss was endless and gave my ass time to realize it was ready for whatever Mason had planned. Refusing to release his mouth, I rocked my hips forward and groaned when the angle allowed his dick to press against my prostate.

  Mason followed my lead and slowly eased out, before pushing back in. He kept his rhythm slow and steady. It was maddening. It wasn’t nearly enough. “Faster, fuck me harder. I won’t fucking break.” I bit his lower lip to make my point. “I thought you said you were gonna make me your bitch?” I added several fast hips thrusts to show him I wasn’t made of glass.

  Stormy eyes immobilized me as Mason inched back, his gaze searching my face. Whatever he found there seemed to satisfy him. Next thing I knew, his hands slid up under my armpits and his fingers moved up to grip the top of my shoulders in a punishing hold.

  His smile was feral as he snarled, “Yes, I did.” His dick tunneled into my body and lit up my ass as he pulled my body down hard against him. He was unrelenting as skin slapped against skin, sounding like someone was getting a violent beating. There was no finesse as he fucked me into the wall, and I loved it.

  His eyes remained on me, claiming me as he’d promised. His jaw bunched and sweat slid down his face, but he didn’t stop. Cum bubbled in my sac as his sweat-slicked skin slid against mine and my arousal rubbed against his rippling abs. His hips started to falter, and his fingers dug into my shoulders as he tilted his pelvis, ramming his hips at an angle that hit my prostate head on. At the same time, he used his lower body to rub against my dick, and it was game over.

  “Masssssssoooonnnnn,” I cried in ecstasy, as my vision blurred and my whole body burned with sensations that fried my brain until all there was nothing but pleasure.

  My head thudded against the wall as my legs struggled to hold me upright and warmth filled my ass. I groaned, rejoicing that Mason had found his own release inside me. The weight of his body pressed me into the wall as he collapsed against me. Hot puffs of breath hit my skin, and little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me as he wrapped his arms around me.

  With him cocooning me, it took a while for my pleasure fired brain to register how safe and protected I felt. The simple gesture meant more to my battered and scarred heart than any words. My heart leapt against my ribs, and I struggled to slow my breathing.

  As if sensing my inner turmoil, Mason stroked at my arms while his cheek came to rest on my damp shoulder.

  “Give me a sec till the feeling comes back in my legs, and I’ll move,” he muttered.


  Needing a distraction from all the emotions that he caused, I replied, “You’re not up for round two, then?”

  His head slowly rose, and what I saw in the depth of his gaze did little to help with my gaining a semblance of control.

  Mason’s lips peeled back from his teeth as he gave me a toothy grin. “Oh, you want more?” His mouth nuzzled into my damp hair, right before his teeth sunk into the junction of my neck and shoulder, causing me to groan. His hips shifted and his semi hard cock jabbed at my sensitive prostate. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

  I gritted my teeth as his cock slipped out of my aching ass, and for a moment I considered if I might have been too hasty asking for another round. Then a smug smile formed on Mason’s face and I found myself saying, “Bring it.”

  ***

  Saturday morning, as I shifted on the seat of my hog, my ass twinged and reminded me never to utter the words ‘bring it’ to Mason ever again. The man was a fucking machine when he got started. He’d turned me inside out as he’d fucked me not only in the hallway and bedroom, but over the kitchen table when we’d decided to get out of bed and eat something.

  A shiver of desire raced down my spine, and my ass clenched in anticipation. I was loathed to admit it, but the fucker had turned me into his bitch far too easily for my liking. Heat filled my face as I recalled how I begged him for more. If the guys at the club found out, I’d never live it down.

  The activity around me, and the throb of the engine under me, gave me something else to think about. I looked to Sid and gave him a nod before signaling to everyone that it was time to hit the road. Slipping my sunglasses on, I secured my open-faced helmet and inhaled a deep earthy breath, working to clear the dregs of tiredness from my brain.

  The storm the night before had cleared the air and the sun was just tickling the horizon over the trees surrounding the clubhouse. It was barely six o’clock in the morning, and the sound of engines reving filled the silence.