A groan leaves my chest as she finally pulls my thick, hard length free from my boxer briefs. She immediately begins dutifully working my cock, fisting it tightly and licking the head. I swear to Christ, no one’s ever sucked my cock as well as she does. She’s always left a lasting impression, enough so to have me wanting her again and again.
“You know I’ll take everything you give me,” she promises as she swirls her tongue along my tip.
I do. Like I said, she’s good at doing what I want. Taking a step back, she stops moving, her irises moving to meet mine. “Stand up.” Taking her wrist, I wrap my fingers around and help her get to her feet. Cherry’s chest pushes out, her nipples stiff and enticing as she awaits to give me any pleasure I seek. Her lips are already pinked a touch from rubbing them against the tip of my dick. My thumb moves to lightly graze her lower lip as I murmur, “So fucking beautiful, and these pink lips only add to it.”
She swallows, suddenly seeming a little lost for words. I don’t talk to the club sluts like that often—handing out sweet comments and such. I may tell one she’s hot or her pussy’s tight around my cock, but I never stop them just to share that I find them beautiful. Cherry’s earned the compliment. Not only is it true, but she’s a good woman who deserves a better life than the one she’s been dealt. Her lashes flutter, and suddenly I’m not dealing with my cocky club whore, but a vulnerable woman standing before me.
Rather than allow it to get any more serious and become awkward, I reach for her shirt. Moving to peel it over her head, I mutter, “Let’s get this off. Those perky tits shouldn’t be hidden.” They’re so fucking perfect; she should always have them on display.
“Perky is the last thing I’d call them,” she comments, forgetting that we’ve discussed this in the past.
“I’ve already told you, woman; I’ve seen twenty-year-old bitches who have saggy titties. You have a pair of real, flawless tits. Don’t ever sell yourself short on that. Not on that ass of yours either. You have one hell of a tight body.”
“Curvy.” She smiles, and I nod. Hell yeah, curves everywhere and I like having somewhere to hold on to.
Tossing her shirt to the side, I catch the flush on her cheeks. With all the shit she’s done over the years with the brothers, and me included, it’s hard to believe the woman would still blush over such comments. It’s the truth though; we wouldn’t always be complimenting her on them if it were a lie. My palms move to cup the mounds and my head dips, pulling the silver dollar sized tan nipple into my mouth. I alternate between each one, back and forth, sucking deeply, making her cry out with pent-up need.
My right hand moves downward, skirting over her smooth, bare tummy and into her tight leather pants. She doesn’t bother with wearing any panties. Though we both know it’d be a pointless endeavor, as every one of us who saw them would want to rip them off her.
My hands discover her core wet and wanting, just how I like it. Driving two fingers into her deeply, she moans my name, the sounds a pleasurable zap to my cock’s ego. I’m not one for making much noise, but I fucking love it when chicks are loud. If they’re moaning and screaming, then I’m doing something right, and with Cherry, I know exactly what to do to have her going nuts.
I pump my hand; my fingers thrusting inside her pussy go deep, and then retreat. She returns the favor, moving to fist me again and continue to work me up. Her free hand cups my balls, lightly grazing them with her fake, sculpted nails, and I do the same to her breast. Through the entire exchange her eyes never leave me once. Whether they’re staring into my own, at my cock or at the spots where I’m touching her, she never looks away.
“Fuck, your pussy’s wet. You’re soaking my hand, you gonna come on my fingers, Cherry?”
She nods, whimpering, “Yes, I’m close. Please don’t stop.”
With an anxious growl, I add a third finger, pushing in deeper and demand her to give in. It does the trick; her small grip on my dick tightens to a vice as her orgasm hits her. My hand moves away from her breast, gripping onto her shoulder to keep her body upright as she rides my fingers into oblivion. Her sweet nectar coats my fingers as her pussy spasms with the aftershocks.
“Oh Odin, that felt so, so damn good,” Cherry confesses, as I pull my hand free from her warmth. Immediately she drops down to her knees again, drawing my length into her mouth. She takes me as far as she can, her head bobbing with renewed vigor. At this rate, I’ll be shooting my load off faster than usual, she has me all types of crazily turned on to fuck her.
Leaning my body back against the wall behind me, I start to ready myself for my release by bracing my body up. I know my release is going to be fast and hard with her wound up like this. One of my hands falls to her skull, my fingers twining into her silky tresses. I’m locked on the sight before me as she worships my cock, bringing me pleasure. Sometimes I wonder if women enjoy sucking my big dick more than I enjoy receiving the blow jobs. I have been told many times in the past that I have the largest cock they’ve ever seen, licked, sucked, or fucked, so there is that too.
My hips begin to jolt with movement, thrusting a bit as the sensations overwhelm me. My orgasm draws nearer with each dip of her mouth. The next deep throat of hers and I’m spilling, not even attempting to prolong the bliss. Hot cum shoots from my length with an intensity that makes my knees bend. My thighs harden, bracing myself for each potent jet to release. With teeth gritting, I ride the wave of ecstasy, my pent-up need finally being sated for a short bit of time. Cherry keeps to her promise by swallowing my velvety cum down then licking the tip of my cock clean.
She’s amazing.
“You’re getting too good at that,” I rasp, my voice laced with satisfaction as she stands. Her tits jiggle with the movement and I glance away. If I keep staring, I’ll end up fucking her against the wall and I have too much shit to do for that right now.
“It’s been a little tense this week, I thought...”
We’re interrupted as Torch pops his head into the garage. His cold gaze skirts over Cherry, quickly dismissing her before meeting mine. I’ve known Torch pretty much my entire life; he was my brother’s best friend growing up. He was also in the Widow Makers with us, my father, Jekyll’s club. That was back before we came searching for Viking and he ended up killing our father to protect his ol’ lady. After that went down, my brother decided to merge the Widow Makers MC with the Oath Keepers MC. With special concessions granted by the various chapter presidents, Viking’s hybrid chapter came into existence, filled with some of the most dangerous bikers around.
“Brother?” Jerking up my pants, I quickly tuck my cock away and fasten them closed. With the moment broken, Cherry follows suit, pulling her shirt back on. She ties the little slit along her breasts and adjusts her pants. It’s hard for me to remain focused on Torch and not watch Cherry’s tits bounce as she shimmies her curvy hips in to the tight leather enclosure.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” he begins, and I wave it off. There’s not much modesty within the club; we’re used to falling witness to the brothers getting their dicks wet.
“No worries, what’s up?”
Torch flicks his icy irises back to Cherry and she takes the hint. “I’ll finish catching up with you later, Odin.”
I nod.
She offers a shy smile toward Torch in respect, and then leaves us in privacy.
With an exhale, he leans against the wall to my side and begins, “Talked to Spin.”
“Al right.” I shrug. Spin’s a brother in the OG Oath Keepers chapter. He airbrushes the club’s bikes when he has free time and does everyone’s tattoos. He has a small shop right when you enter town.
“Mercy’s comin’ to town.”
The scoff escapes before I can rein it in. “Don’t care. You know I cut that crazy bitch off a whole minute ago.” There’s nothing good when it comes to her.
I was dumb and fucked Spin’s little sister when we were teenagers. I took her virginity and ever since, it’s been off and on drama w
here she’s concerned. I let her know from the get-go that I wasn’t hers or anyone else’s fucking Romeo. I was her one-night stand, nothing more. She never took the hint and I tried to do the right thing by the club and by her, but I couldn’t put up with her jealous bullshit. The first time she and I went on a “break” and I had the club whores suck my cock, I knew it would never work out between Mercy May and me.
Torch digs into his pocket, pulling a pack of cigarettes free. He shakes one out, flips his zippo open and lights up. Taking a long drag, he continues, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he speaks. “Mercy ain’t coming back for you, brother.”
I won’t hold my breath on that shit. She never comes to town without stirring some sort of shit up.
Heading for the garage fridge, I grab two beers from the top shelf and take my previous spot against the wall. Handing Torch one, I twist the top open to the other, throwing back an oversized gulp.
Sounds like I’m going to need a beer for whatever he feels necessary to tell me. It must somehow connect to me or else he’d just give me a quick heads-up to watch out for her stopping through to visit her older brother.
He guzzles the beverage in one quick swoop before tossing the bottle at the trash bin. It clangs and Torch’s brow cocks in my direction. We used to shoot hoops together when I was younger, but I don’t comment on it. Those times feel like they’re from another lifetime ago, back when Viking kept me out of the club as much as he possibly could. My older brother was determined to give me what he never had—a decent teenage life without drugs and violence.
“She’s going to be in town for her wedding,” he mutters eventually.
“Excuse me?” I nearly choke on the words. Not because I care, but because it was the last thing I was expecting to come out of his mouth.
“According to Spin, Mercy met some well-off bastard that treats her good and wants to marry her.”
“No shit? And Spin is okay with this?” I ask incredulously. Spin hates anyone with a cock that even looks in the direction of his little sister. It took Viking, Princess, and me pleading my case multiple times for Spin to let me date Mercy back in the day.
“Fuck knows, but he seems happy for her. At least that’s what I got out of it when I heard the news.”
“No fucking way,” I mutter.
I shouldn’t care about it even in the slightest, but hearing him out...well, Mercy and I have a history together. I don’t give two fucks what anyone says, that shit always stays with you. Whether you’re in love with the person or not, when you have history, that shit doesn’t get erased. Mercy was mine for a good three years before she finally started doing for herself. I told her for years I wasn’t the one, but she always came running back to me. We’d fuck, she’d fall in love all over again, and then I’d break her heart. Over and over again. That was our teenage drama.
“Thought you’d want to know.”
“Appreciate it. How’s your girl?” He has a daughter that he’s been raising alone, thanks to her mom getting locked up. You think Torch is a mean motherfucker, you should meet Flame, his daughter’s mom. She’s a crazy bitch, and I don’t mean in the same sense as Mercy. Flame rides her own bike and lights motherfuckers up when they piss her off. Hence the prison time she’s serving.
“Being a pain in my ass as always.”
“Sounds about right.” I couldn’t imagine having a daughter or any kids right now, for that matter. I get to hang out and be uncle to Nightmare’s little dude which is enough for me.
“What are you gonna do about your ex coming to town and getting married?”
Anyone else and I’d tell them to mind their fucking business. “Not a fucking thing. I definitely won’t be showing up to throw flowers down the aisle, that’s for damn sure.”
He snorts. “You forget, I know how stubborn you can be. You and your brother are the same with that. After years with her in and out of your life, you’re really going to let her go like that?”
“I let go of her a long time ago, man. She was a fuck to get me through my life changing in the blink of an eye.” But was that really all she was to me? Of course, I cared for her, and if she ever needed help, she could call, but is it enough to bust up her wedding? I need to get my head on straight. Cherry sucking my cock helped me release some pent-up stress, and now, I can’t find myself caring enough to ride out and disrupt Mercy’s life.
He puts his cigarette out, his hands going up in surrender. “I get it. I was there through that time and while my shit wasn’t the same as yours, it was a rough few years for all of us.”
I nod. Grateful that I have a few men around that lived the life of a Widow Maker member and knew how psycho my father truly was. Life was absolutely nothing like it is now; we went through hell just to be able to eat. Our lives are good here—damn good—and it’s probably the main reason why we’re so damn devoted to the Oath Keepers and the other members in the club.
“Just making sure you weren’t gonna pull a Viking and pop smoke to chop some fucker’s head off without warning. I’m all for claiming a bitch, but you both never do anything half-assed.”
A smirk takes over my lips as I remember the story the brothers told me about Viking when he decided to fully claim Princess. He and Saint had some fun with an old prospect who was talking trash about Vike’s ol’ lady. My brother was a goner for her right away and went a little nuts hearing someone disrespect the woman that had unknowingly become his property. I get it, though; they have a crazy kind of love—obsessive, I think, is the better word.
That had to be why I lost it on them the other day. First off, from witnessing Viking’s ol’ lady surrounded by random assholes. She was busily flirting like she’s not owned by my flesh and blood, the president of the local MC club. Secondly, from walking in on my brother, the one man I believed to be completely devoted to his woman and it rocked my world. I feel betrayed myself with his actions. I can’t fathom what turmoil Princess is facing through all of this.
I must be her rock right now and make damn sure she has everything she needs, that she eats and is protected. If Viking were in his right mind now, this would have never happened and he’ll be beside himself when the fog finally clears away. I know he’ll want her taken care of and that’s what family does, they take care of each other.
Mom taught me that in the year I got to spend with her before she lost her battle to cancer. She may not have been my flesh and blood, but in the year I got to spend with her, she was the best mom I could’ve ever had. Princess was lucky to have her around when she was growing up and to have been kept away from the club life. In the end, her pops went off his rocker, losing it. The love of his life passing away from the black disease consuming her soul, then Princess was left with my brother and me to help her get through it all. Her dad drank himself stupid, only to finally get sober with the news of my sister-in-law’s pregnancy. In the end, she’s lost the baby, and my brother has become even more of an idiot.
Jesus, what a clusterfuck. I have my work cut out for me, and I know shit-all about making a woman happy. Well, without my dick being involved, anyhow. Maybe I should leave this to Chaos and Blaze to figure out.
A week passes by in a blur, and before I’m ready, it’s time for church. Viking hasn’t shown up to collect his patch and take back control yet, but then his bike’s also been gone from him and Princess’s house. Hopefully, the brother went for a long ride to get his damn mind right. I know he has to be having a seriously rough time dealing with everything to not have shown up claiming his club and ol’ lady back already.
The brothers steadily pile into the chapel, one after the other, each giving me a head nod of support. I can’t help but glance at Viking’s empty leather chair sitting at the head of the table a few times before everyone’s settled and ready to begin. Nightmare lights a cigarette, releasing an exhale of poison into the air while Blaze passes around shot glasses followed by a full bottle of the best apple pie moonshine we’ve found in the south.
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p; With a shake of my head, I grab the gavel from my brother’s place. “I refuse to sit in his fucking chair. It’s bad enough this has to go down in the first place,” I state and slam the gavel to the oversized intricately carved oak table. The mood’s somber throughout the room, having to hold church without our fearless leader, but I refuse to allow the club to fall behind on business in my brother’s wake. It’s up to us to keep things going as he’d do if it were one of us having to split.
“Agreed,” Blaze mutters. “Prez needs you now more than ever, O.”
My cousin’s right, but I think Viking was the last person we all expected to ever need anything. “Let’s try not to fuck things up too badly while he’s getting his head right.”
“Good luck, kid.” Saint winks and I roll my eyes. He’s one to talk, being the member always wanting to stir shit up. His ol’ lady, Jude, has helped settle him a bit, along with Sinner, but deep down, he’s still the psycho Saint we all know.
“What’s on the table?” Nightmare asks with a grumble. His chestnut locks rest on his shoulders but shoot off in an array of directions as if he yanked it several times. His eyes are bloodshot as well. I really fucking hope he’s not fighting with his ol’ lady too.
“You good?” I respond, not used to Night grumbling at church right away. It usually takes at least twenty minutes before someone pisses in his Cheerios.
He exhales another puff of smoke with a shrug. “Mav got into it with someone at school.”
“No shit?” My brow jumps at the news; Maverick’s a good kid. Usually Night’s bursting about how great he’s doing in school or sports. This is the first I’ve heard of an issue. “What’s going on? You look like shit.” Maverick’s a little kid still. I can’t see how it could be serious.
“Two little girls were fighting over him. One decided to kiss him first to stake her claim. The girls ended up in a catfight out on the playground. The other girl admitted to the principal that Mav kissed her best friend before they started fighting and that he’d kissed her last week as well.”
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