Turning Wheels (Satan's Devils MC #1): A Blood Brothers Spin off

by Manda Mellett

  As she considers my words, I reach down to my waistband and extract the knife I carry there, and press it into her hands. “Ain’t gonna give you a gun, darlin’, not until I’ve taught you how to use it. But for now, keep this close if it makes you feel safer.”

  She stares at the weapon I’ve placed in her hands, and I can almost see her thinking what she’d have done had she had it to hand the previous night.

  “Darlin’” I start, but she puts her fingers to my mouth, I have to resist flicking out my tongue to taste them.

  “I won’t say a word about what’s happened. I won’t get your club into any trouble.” The determination in her face makes the breath leaves my body and my tension rolls away at the words I needed to hear. The assurance that protects both her and the club.

  Turning to face her, I take the hand that’s touching my face and hold it firmly in mine. With my free hand I stroke her hair, then fist it, pulling her towards me. “I want you.” I force myself to ignore the gash on her face left by Buster’s ring. There’s no place for him here, not anymore.

  She takes a sharp breath; her pupils dilate, and I can feel her pulse beating fast. “I’m scared,” she admits, honestly.

  I know without her telling me she hasn’t been with a man since her accident, and even without Peg’s earlier warning, I know the reason for her fear. Talking about it isn’t going to cut it; I have to show that I’m not going to reject her just because she’s not complete anymore. Keeping my eyes fixed firmly on hers, and a tight hold of her hair so she can’t get away, I release her hand, and move mine down, over her body, running it down her leg until I reach the stump below which the rest of it was amputated. As she gasps, I softly trace the injured limb through the material of her jeans with my hand.

  “It ain’t gonna put me off, babe,” I murmur into her ear as she tries to move, “It’s part of you.”

  While she’s trying to comprehend what I’m saying, I allow her no more time to think. I move my mouth over hers. Teasing her with a gentle touch, then becoming more forceful, pushing my tongue against her lips until she opens and lets me inside. Still fisting her hair, I strengthen my grasp, so she’s no chance to get away. If she fought me, I’d let her go, but she doesn’t, and I know tonight she needs me to take control. As she begins to respond to my kiss, our mouths mash. She tastes so sweet as our tongues slide together and our teeth clash. The odour of arousal starts to pervade the room. She wants me too.

  Releasing her leg, I sweep my hand up to her breasts, feeling them through her shirt. Her nipples are peaked, ready and waiting for my caress. I need to feel her skin, so letting go of her hair, pushing up her top do exactly that, and as I touch the soft, smooth skin of her globes and then push her bra down I gently twist their hard tips and her breathing speeds up.

  “I need to see you.” I hardly recognise my voice as my own.

  As I loosen my hold on her, she pulls back giving herself just enough space for her to take her upper clothes off. Brushing her hands away, I remove her clothes myself, too impatient for a slow striptease. I throw her shirt away, and without pause reach round her back to take off her bra. As it falls, I struggle to breathe at the first sight of the perfection in front of me. Two round perfectly sized globes, flawless lily white skin covering breasts big enough that I can’t wait to get my throbbing cock between them topped with rosy-brown nipples just waiting for my attention. I can’t hold off any longer to feast on them.

  Forcing myself to pay no attention to the bruising left by that fucker who tried to rape her, and bowing my head, I use my mouth and my hands, feeling, plumping, kneading that tender flesh, taking those turgid peaks one at a time into my mouth, teasing them with my teeth. When I give a small nip, she gasps and throws back her head. I can’t get enough of them. And all the time I’m suckling and fondling blood is racing south, swelling my cock to a hardness I’ve never felt before.

  Her eyes close, her mouth opens, and her breath comes in pants. While her breasts are enticing, I need to move this on before I disgrace myself in my pants like a teenager. Pulling myself away, I gently push her back onto the bed, swinging her legs up, so she’s lying flat.

  Now my hands go to the button on her jeans quickly unfastening it and pulling down the zip. A waft of musky scent is released, and my nostrils flare.

  Then her hand covers mine as if to stop me. Her eyes have opened, worry clear to see there, her features are taut. Staring into her face, I forcibly move her hand away.

  “I don’t care.” I try to impress on her that the sight of her injuries won’t pour cold water on my ardour.

  A little nod, but there are tears hovering close, waiting to fall at the first sign of rejection.

  Moving down the bed, I gently ease off her jeans, and have to suppress my reactions. If I let my memory of that fucking video come back to me, if I let my anger at her senseless mutilation overwhelm me she’ll read my reactions all the wrong way. Removing the shoe from her good leg, I free her from her jeans entirely.

  Glancing I see her eyes have squeezed shut, a tear has escaped and is rolling down her face. Bending over I place a soft kiss on her stump, and then trace the red lines betraying the injuries on her other leg, wincing inwardly at the pain she must have gone through. I can see the muscles, though getting stronger, still look weak, and realise she’s still got a long journey until she’s sufficient strength even in her one remaining complete lower limb for her to walk completely unaided.

  She’s waiting for me to react, to say something. To gasp in disgust or to voice fake platitudes. So I do neither. Instead I nest myself between her legs, pushing them wider open and indulge my eyes on her perfect pussy and neatly trimmed pubes. The club girls keep themselves bare, but suddenly I love the sight of her pale bush only slightly darker than the hair on her head. Then when I’ve seen enough, I huff a warm breath over her already hard clit she arches off the bed. I grin and start to indulge.

  She’s so wet and ready for me as I lap up her feminine essence, loving the sweet musky taste. I dip my tongue inside her pussy, keeping an arm across her to hold her still for me, the other hand playing with her clit. After toying with her I bring my secret weapon into play, swiping my bearded chin between her folds, tickling and teasing that tight bundle of nerves.

  Her hands are grasping the bedcovers tightly; her whole body tightens. She’s close, so I use my chin, rotating and pressing down hard while taking my free hand down and putting a finger against the tight hole of her ass. It’s enough to send her over. She screams and begins to thrash, I hold her down and am relentless, squeezing every last contraction out of her. When she comes down, I pick up the pace again, and a second orgasm follows soon after. It’s only when her body goes limp that I raise my head.

  Now, it’s my turn.

  While her lungs heave to take in air, I stand, and remove my clothes, throwing her a wicked grin as I do so. The corners of her mouth turn up, and then it widens with appreciation as she watches me take off my shirt, revealing skin covered with colourful tattoos. But she can examine those later, now I’ve got one thing and one thing only on my mind.

  As I quickly divest myself of boots and take down my pants, her eyes flash with excitement as my cock is freed at last, and her husky gasp incredibly makes me swell even more.

  Before throwing my jeans to the floor, I take out a foil packet and extract the condom. As I give myself a couple of tugs, I feel the veins throbbing in eagerness to get into what I already know is a very tight hole.

  Pre-cum glistens at the tip, and she’s licking her lips as she notices. Time for that later. Oh yeah!

  Quickly I roll the condom down my dick. Then I position myself, my tip poised to slide inside her tight pussy. Automatically I pull her right leg up, so it’s bent, her foot resting on the bed and it’s then I see the flare of panic in her eyes, the redness burning her cheeks. Not knowing how the fuck I’m still able to think with the right head, but understanding any moment of awkwardness will ruin the moment,
in one smooth move, reaching for the spare pillow I fold it and put it under the thigh of her left leg.

  Now she’s situated exactly how I want her I push inside.

  Fuck, she’s tight!

  I pause to take a deep breath, trying to get control when all I want to do is thrust into her with one smooth stroke. My cock doesn’t care she’s not club pussy, someone to pound into chasing only my own release. Somehow I manage to restrain myself, taking it slow, pressing into her slowly, advancing and retreating, gaining ground each time until at last I can hold it no longer, and I drive inside until I’m up against her cervix. At her little gasp I wait, giving her time to get used to my size.

  The fit is so snug I can feel little contractions of her vaginal muscles, teasing the hell out of my dick. My arms are rigid, resting one either side of her body. Her hands come out to touch me, gripping my forearms. Her mouth is open and appreciative moans come from her throat; her eyes have rolled back in her head. She wriggles against me, and that small movement almost makes me lose it and shoot my load.

  Now I let myself go, pulling out then thrusting inside. Making sure to hit that special place inside her each time I move over it. My balls are churning, my cock’s swelling and I have to force myself to hold back, waiting until she’s with me. Moving one of my arms I put my fingers to her clit, strumming until I feel her tighten. She’s gasping now, little cries and wails coming from her mouth, sounds that almost push me over the edge. And then she’s there.

  At the first fierce contraction of her muscles, she takes me with her. She screams at the same time as I roar my completion and feel the cum shooting from my balls, through my cock in wave after fucking wave of ecstasy. It seems never to end, as I continue pumping until, at last, I’m completely drained.

  I collapse over her, pulling her into my arms and holding her tight. Emptying my balls into club pussy has never felt as rewarding as this, and at that moment I know I won’t want to let her go. She may not know it yet, but I’m claiming her. She’s mine!

  Chapter 16

  Sophie

  My heart’s pounding, I’m panting as I try to get oxygen into my starved lungs. In all my previous hook-ups and one night stands, never have I come so hard or at the same time as the man I’ve been with, nor have I felt so satisfied or sated after. He’s lying close now, propped on one arm to keep his weight off me, but I can’t hold him tightly enough. I want more. I want it again. Me, who never goes back for seconds.

  But hell, that was better than I could have dreamed. If his reaction was anything to go by, the visible evidence of my disability didn’t turn him off, and how the fuck did he know what to do to find a comfortable position so quickly? I’d been embarrassed, not sure what to do but it was as if he’d instinctively known.

  For some reason, the tears which have been threatening suddenly start to fall, and I sob loudly.

  He pulls out of me, ties the condom and chucks it away to deal with later. Then takes me into his arms, his hands caressing and soothing me, his head rests on mine, and I feel him softly murmuring everything will be okay, over and over again, giving me the time to come to try to process what’s happened between us. Slowly my eyes dry and I’m at last able to control my sobs.

  “That was…” I try, but can’t describe what’s just happened between us.

  He rolls off me, pulling me into his side. “Yes, it was.” He replies with a short laugh. It seems he, too, can’t put the experience into words.

  We lie without speaking for a few moments; then I feel a prodding against my stomach. Pulling myself up on my elbows I look down to see his cock once again hard and ready to go.

  “Really?” I raise my eyebrows.

  He smirks, “See the effect you have on me?”

  Suddenly his strong arms encircle me, and I seem to be thrown through the air and land on my stomach. I’m giggling as he puts one hand under me, pulling me up while with the other, he’s arranging the pillows under my belly, positioning me so my arse is in the air and with a gentle touch between my shoulder blades, pushes my head down. Turning my face, I rest on my uninjured cheek.

  “Don’t move,” he instructs, as he fumbles with his discarded jeans.

  I have no intention of doing so, waiting with expectation as I hear the tearing of a foil packet, a moment’s silence, and then his cock’s pushing at my entrance again.

  “Now I’m going to take you like the big bad biker I am, babe. You ready for my cock to give your pussy a poundin’ like you’ve never had?”

  Christ! His words are turning me on, and I know I’m already dripping wet and ready for him, “Give it your best, big boy.” Some of my old moxey is returning to me, but as he lines himself up and fills me with one fast stroke part of me wonders whether it was wise to taunt the beast.

  Thrust after fierce thrust his cock hammers into me like I’ve never experienced it before. My muscles start to tighten; I can feel my womb clenching. He puts a finger on my clit, and presses another to that forbidden entrance, my virgin arse which I haven’t allowed a man near before. Then his well lubricated finger slips inside, and I wonder what I might have been missing as it shoots my arousal higher than it’s ever been.

  I hear someone giving a keening cry and realise it’s coming from me. My thighs start tightening around him, my whole body shaking out of control as he takes me to heights I’m never got close to.

  “Come for me,” he shouts, and my body obeys him as it seems every muscle in my body pulsates in frenzy before locking and then releasing as I come so heavily I don’t know if I’ll ever recover. I feel him lose his rhythm and thrash inside, and hear his own triumphant bellow of completion as he goes rigid and starts to come, and then little pumps as he fills the condom.

  Grateful for the pillows holding me up; my body has no strength left to support itself. I feel his now flaccid cock pulling out, as he draws away from me, and fleetingly I wonder what he’s going to do now. Will he leave me? Is that it? Just like I’ve left so many men before? Or should I take the initiative and ask him to leave?

  Then the sobering thought hits me, and the fear I might be nothing more than something to cross off his own bucket list perhaps, a fuck with a cripple, floods over me. I’m relieved my face is hidden in the pillow, so if he thanks me and leaves, he won’t see my reaction. I shiver, not from cold, but from the loss of his body heat surrounding me. I don’t want him to go. And that’s a thought I’ll have to deal with later; I’m incapable of doing so now.

  “I can hear you thinkin’ from here,” he tells me. There’s warmth in his voice.

  “If you’re leaving, just go.”

  “Oh, Wheels, if you think I’m just going to walk out of here like you’re one of the club girls you’re very much mistaken, darlin’.” Suddenly his naked body is next to me. He manoeuvres me, lifting me to remove the pillows and turning me over. “That was the best fuckin’ experience of my life babe; I’m claimin’ your ass, you know.”

  I’m really not sure what I think about that. He might have put his finger there, but surely he’s too big? And I’m too knackered now for anything more; he’s completely drained me. So I glare at him, “No one’s ever… Not back there.”

  He squints at me in confusion, “What the fuck you sayin’?”

  “My arse,” I clarify, “No one’s …”

  He interrupts me with a roar of laughter. “While I want that, one day, I’m not just claimin’ your ass, babe, I’m claimin’ you! All of you. You’re mine, okay?”

  I’m his? Oh fuck! No! I sit up and look down at him, my eyes wide, “What?” I might not know much about club life, but from what I do know, he’s talking about something serious. And permanent. And I don’t want, can’t have that.

  “Wraith, we hardly know each other.”

  He flings an arm back beneath his head, and stares at me intently, “Yeah, I know.” Briefly, his eyes close, then he opens them again, “But I know I’d kill any brother who’d lay a hand on you. I want that pussy all to mysel
f.”

  I don’t understand myself as I get possessive, “I don’t want that cock in any other woman either. Or I’ll cut it off.” Fuck, why did I say that?

  He chortles at my threat, and then the corners of his mouth turn down, “It don’t want in any other pussy after you, babe.”

  It’s too tempting, shaking my head in bemusement at my actions, confused with the thoughts in my head I take the easy route and accept the invitation of his open arms, snuggling down beside him. I have to stop this, have to tell him to leave. I don’t cuddle after sex. I get up and leave, or kick them out of my bed. I can’t do this. Can’t lead him on.

  Then the devil sitting on my shoulder whispers into my ear; it probably won’t take long for him to get bored with a disabled lover. Why not take advantage of him and just enjoy him for now? I’m not committing to anything, but can’t deny a few more bouts of amazing sex with a rugged biker wouldn’t go amiss.

  But it seems he’s got plans, and he lets me in on them as he wraps his arms around me, “I want you on the back of my bike, darlin’. Never wanted a woman ridin’ behind me before.”

  “I can’t…” Now he’s just crazy. Has he forgotten I’ve only got half a leg?

  “Not yet, but you will. You need a new prosthesis; then you’re going to work building your strength up. Fuck, Peg rides a bike with one whole leg, it’ll be a piece of cake for you to ride bitch.” Now it’s his turn to half sit up and look down at me. He smooths his hand over my face; it feels a strangely intimate gesture. “I know it will be a lot of hard work, babe, but I’ll be with you. Every fuckin’ step of the way.”

  I cover his hand with mine, and turning my mouth, plant a soft kiss on it. I honestly don’t know what to say, but right now I can’t find the words to explain I won’t want him to stay around. And if I could, I don’t think I’d be able to bring myself to utter them. He’ll get fed up with being lumbered with me soon enough; maybe I won’t have to say a thing.