by Snow, Nicole
VIII: Storm Clouds (Stinger)
It was the best fucking Christmas of my life. Serious emphasis on the fucking part. We must've done some lasting damage to the old bed I bought off Moose after moving into this place. Damned good thing my twisted balls from a couple months ago were fully healed.
That mattress screamed every waking minute when I wasn't nestled up with her, sleeping off the last two shitty months. Fuck, going to sleep with Alice in my arms, nose over her sweet hair, was almost as incredible as fucking her.
But really, nothing compared to having my way between her legs. When she told me she was a virgin, I totally flipped my shit.
It had been years since I'd taken one, and never any I cared about before her. Staking my claim to her body felt twice as intense as I'd expected when I realized I truly had the only dick that was ever gonna be inside her. And I was damned set on keeping it that way.
The day passed in the happiest fucking blur of my entire life.
Before I knew it, it was nighttime again, and I had her up on all fours. Her ass bobbed against me as I hammered her, making those soft, sweet little moans each time my cock sank deep. I'd lost three loads in those condoms before, and I still almost lost another sooner than I liked.
Growling, I grabbed her ass, helping steady her in the new position. She fucking needed it too when I took her right hand and twisted it between her legs, close to where my cock was pistoning in and out.
“Play with your clit, baby. Need to get you used to having no shame when you're coming with me. When we're naked, you're gonna be an open fucking book, and I'll be the man to write it.”
She resisted at first. That only made me grin and pound into her harder, making long, teasing strokes, just enough to take her pussy to the fiery brink.
“Stinger...please...Lucas...”
The girl was delirious. Shit, so was I when she said that name. Alice became the only woman who'd said it for years. I hadn't even told my regular sluts because they were nothing but a fuck, something to take care of the ache in my balls.
Shit was so different, so strange, and so fucking good with Alice I barely knew where to begin. Thank fuck my cock did, though.
I held it in her, tilting my hips gently, rocking near her womb with my swollen tip. My hands were on her ass and I wouldn’t let her move it too much, teasing her 'til she gave me what I wanted. I had to make her lose control anyway I could, make her shudder and come like no tomorrow, showing me she was really ready to take her place as my old lady.
My old lady. Holy fucking shit!
My balls tightened again, making it harder than hell not to start pounding 'til I busted my nut. I'd deal with Blaze and the brothers soon. Prez was gonna be pissed about all this shit – and rightfully so – but it'd blow over one way or another. And when it did, I was gonna claim her for myself the same way Blaze and Tank took their girls.
By next Christmas, she was gonna be in a nicer bed, wearing a shiny new leather jacket with my brand while I fucked her. Her skin was a smooth, open canvass too – surprising for an artsy chick. No tattoos except for a couple sleek black doves in flight at the base of her neck.
If they wanted to carry PROPERTY OF STINGER to the high ass heavens, that was fine with me. Just as long as I got to see it when I had her on her hands and knees like this, filled with my cock, shivering with need.
“Just play with your clit, girl. No fooling. You know how.” The last words I growled.
She wasn't the only one starting to burn with need from this fucking tease. I waited another ten agonizing seconds, and then I reached up and gave her little ass a good whack.
She gasped. Shook. God damn if her hand didn't start to make circles beneath my dick, splaying through her folds, fingers finding her nub and rubbing it like I told her.
Good girl. I grinned, excited to do the dirty work for her next time as a reward. That little scream she made when I smacked her ass – there was way more there than throaty surprise.
“Is this how you like it, baby?” I asked, reaching up to fist her hair, slowly anchoring my dick into her soft velvet again, rubbing close to her cervix. “Something sharp to make you behave?”
She gasped again, letting out a loud moan, slamming her hips into mine now that I finally let her. I didn't need to hear her say yes. It was all in the way she moved.
“You like it when it stings, don't you?”
“Yeah!” She hissed, pursing her lips. “I like your Sting.”
That's my fucking name, I thought with a grin. Don't wear it out 'til I've fucked your pussy senseless.
Fuck. As if this day, this girl, couldn't get any better...
I rode her hard, throttling my pubic bone to her ass, balls swinging so hard they slapped her clit and her fingers each time I drove deep. She started coming after another minute – about how long I expected – but I wasn't fucking stopping.
I was gonna melt her all the way before I gave it up. My palms stung each little ass cheek several more times. Alice screamed, her tight body seizing up in breathless, orgasmic nirvana.
For a virgin, she was a fucking incredible lay. Or maybe it was because she was right for me, perfect from head to toe to heart in every way I'd ever imagined.
Somehow, she kept swinging her ass perfectly, swallowing my cock, her pussy gushing all around me.
Fuck! Even I couldn't keep it up forever with her sweet cunt going all geyser around my dick. I threw myself forward, bracing my hands against the bed, pinning her ass to the mattress.
I came fucking hard, holding her down, amazed at how good it felt to pump my come inside her, despite the stupid fucking condom. I'd have her see Em about that shit soon. For now, I lost my load, growling the entire time, throbbing in her pussy as my nuts blasted thick ropes into rubber.
When it was all over and I had her in my arms again, she brushed her cheek against my stubble. Sexy and strangely teasing, even when we weren't fucking. I wouldn't let her go so easily without another kiss, but she flicked her tongue against mine first.
God damn! This girl...she's gonna kill me, lay me out cold with her lust. I wondered if any dude had ever died from fucking too many times in a row.
“Again, baby?” I said, wondering if I'd misread the signals so soon. No fucking way. I never misunderstood a horny woman, especially when she was as hot as Alice, naked and pressed up against me. “What the fuck's gotten into you?”
“What you said earlier about thinking...you're right. I don't want to spend the night crying over my dead father or your sister or how the Slingers are still coming for our throats.”
Anger shot through me. “You're fucking wrong about that last part. They're not getting anywhere near your pretty ass. I promise.”
I reached for her hand and grabbed it as tight as I could. She smiled, somewhat reassured. Had a feeling there was still some doubt.
Hell, how could I blame her? She'd been around to see how Em nearly got wrecked several times over before her and Tank caught a break. If she knew about Blaze and Saffron, or Maverick and June...fuck.
I couldn't guarantee beyond all doubts and demons that I was gonna be able to keep her safe. If she was with me right now, like this, then she understood what she was getting into and accepted the risk.
After Beth, I was sure as fuck gonna try to keep her whole, keep her mine, even if the odds were zero because the Slingers had something up their sleeves we couldn't imagine. I'd put my life on the line a thousand times over for her, just a few more times than the vow I made to my brothers by wearing the Devils patch.
Tomorrow, when the Christmas cheer turned into the lonely deep freeze and we headed back to the clubhouse, I was gonna lay it all out for Blaze. He'd want to mop this shit up just as badly as I did. These assholes weren't just threatening her, but the club too, Alice's biz intertwined with club business.
I shook my head, mulling it all over. She must've sensed me rattling my brain. Before I knew it, my dick was in her hand, and she was kissing a trail dow
n my stomach.
I was hard again in an instant. Her sweet, soft lips dipped over my head, eager and unsure and really fucking hot. It'd take her some serious practice to get up to the mad dick sucking skills I'd enjoyed with different sluts over the years.
Not that I gave a shit. Training her in was the fun part. I grinned, fisting her hair, one hand on her cheek, gently guiding her up and down my shaft. Just having her tongue wrapped around my flesh was enough.
Fuck. Yeah.
I grunted, and then growled a little more when her tongue hit that sweet spot underneath my crown, making my dick jerk in her mouth.
Shit, training or no training, the girl had a damned good idea what to do. I let her go all the way, running on instinct. She quickened her licks, circling me faster and faster, and then sucking me deep as the tension in her hair wound tighter. My hips rocked deep in the mattress, all I could do to keep from slamming my cock down her throat when I came.
Pure lightning shot outta me, sizzling everything in its fucking wake. She swallowed it like a good girl too. Guess she must've figured out there'd be rewards for that later. Smart.
I licked my lips, blinking back the fire still hurtling through my skull. Before the night was through, I was gonna eat her sweet pussy 'til she climbed the wall, however many times it took for us to both collapse in the post-Christmas gloom.
I got up to get some Jack, some water, and a couple quick sandwiches. We ate and talked but mostly just enjoyed each other. I wished like hell I could've spent days like this, just her and I, naked in bed without any interference.
Too bad the shit storm was coming, like a big ass dragon finally coming into view after breathing smoke down our necks for days. Before it coughed its fire, I was gonna enjoy the rest of the night. With Alice here, I wasn't even worried about going to sleep without my system pumped full of whiskey.
Eighteen fucking years. That's how long Beth's ghost tormented me, and now my sister was slipping away, fading into the mist with the rest of that hellish night.
I had my second chance with Alice. Not just to save her, but to finish building my life. I was a mile from sweet freedom and I couldn't slow down now.
Alice ran her little hand over my cheek, and I pushed into it, turning my brain to sex only. The kisses came, fast and hot, an appetizer for the banquet of tits and pussy and more hard fucking to follow. I stopped thinking about anything except how much I was gonna make her come.
We woke up at the ass crack of dawn, surprisingly rested for fucking long into the night. We snagged some breakfast at a diner in town and then headed to the clubhouse. Easily beat every brother there who'd gone home for Christmas.
I thought the place was empty 'til I saw Roller, buck naked in all his lean, tattooed glory. The young brother jumped halfway to the ceiling when he saw me, thinking he was alone, and then got another shock when he saw Alice with me.
“Shit, Veep! Didn't know you were coming back here...Prez and the others aren't due 'til later.”
I nodded, taking my eyes off him as he stepped behind the bar, hiding his bare ass. Alice suppressed a laugh. God damn it was good to hear her do that after all this shit.
“Relax, brother. We're just here early to hang and wait. No need to interrupt anything with the whores for us.”
“You sure about that?” He jerked his head toward my girl, flicking his tongue against his lip ring. “Sure looks like some serious fucking business for the club to me. You want me to call Blaze now?”
“You'll get all the details later,” I said, shaking my head and curling an arm around Alice's waist. “No need to be worried, brother. I got this.”
“If you say so, Veep.” Roller shrugged and grabbed a bottle of Jack before heading to his room.
A few minutes later, I heard him strumming his guitar. That surprised me. Guess he'd gotten his fill of pussy the night before.
I knew I hadn't, despite how many times we'd fucked. Every time I touched her, my cock started to get hard, a total fucking slave to this girl. I moved in for a kiss when Alice pushed gently on my chest.
“Come on, Sting. There's plenty of time for that later. We'd better get ready to do what we came here for...”
I grunted, stuffing an unhappy growl as my dick wilted. The girl was right. She'd gone through everything again at the diner: the Slingers' sick obsession with finding the map her dad left, the threats, the way Mickey was really killed. I'd seen the damned map months ago, before Blaze stuffed it in his office.
The fucks with the pistols on their jackets were after terror. Control. If they got the routes, the whole damned club and plenty more were gonna find their asses raided during runs. The Slingers were too small to be players in shipping, so they hit and ran like scavengers instead. And it didn't make the bastards any less dangerous.
They'd be able to blackmail tolls as high as they wanted, or make mad money smashing the competition with the dirtiest bids imaginable. Sometimes, information was more lucrative in this biz than black market goods.
We hung around and watched crappy movies on the big TV above the bar. Felt good just to take a load off and get some water into my system. Alice started to get tired. She had her head resting on my shoulder, stirring up my sandman too.
I was halfway dozing off myself at the bar with Roller's distant strumming floating through the clubhouse when the door flew open. Saffron came in laughing, Blaze behind her. Alice jerked up and so did I, stiffening on our bar stools, facing them before they saw us.
Saffron stopped in mid-laugh, locking eyes with me first. “Oh...shit.”
“What, baby?” Blaze pushed past her and froze.
When he saw Alice, his eyes lit up like a hound sensing a nearby rabbit, and then he dashed across the room. My girl screamed, barely giving him enough space as he pinned me down, both his fists tight on my cut.
“You fucking asshole!” he roared. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you to leave the girl alone? What the fuck's she doing back here? She's not our club's problem and she sure as shit isn't yours!”
Saffron and Alice both tugged at his arms, trying to get him off me, but he had a tight lock. I didn't fight back. Hurricane Blaze had to burn itself out, and I'd only making it worse by clocking the Prez in his hotheaded jaw, however tempting it was.
“Hold it, Prez! Just fucking hold it. You gotta give me a chance to explain this shit for once –“ His hand flew up and caught my throat.
I wasn't a small dude, but Blaze had long fingers, and he got just enough of a hold to choke my ass. Fuck.
“I'm done listening to your excuses! I ought to have your fucking VP patch for this. You defied a direct order, asshole – on Christmas too! Fuck, is there anything you won't do to piss in my face?” Growling, he jabbed a finger at my chest, feeling for my patch.
That fucking did it. No way was he taking shit without a vote and all the facts.
I bolted up like lightning, slamming my chest into his. Saffron and Alice were both screaming, but they kept their distance, afraid to get between us. Roller was back in the corner with some jeans on, his guitar in hand, wide-eyed and stunned as he watched the two senior officers in the club go at it.
“Do it. Strip my fucking patch and demote me to a grunt, Prez. I don't give a shit.” I shook my head so hard his hand slipped off my throat, and I stared into his very pissed off eyes, his short spiky hair standing on end. “Before you do that, we need to call church. Alice would've been fucking dead right now or worse if I hadn't taken a ride to Idaho last night and did what I did.”
“Idaho? Fuck!” Blaze ripped himself away from me, stretching a hand over his face.
Saffron walked over and laid her hands on his shoulders, trying to calm him down. He broke her grip rudely, stretching his face in one long stroke with his hand.
“Let me see if I get this straight...you not only fucked away what I told you and brought this girl back here – probably the last fucking place in the world she wants to be – but you went into Grizzlies t
erritory without the club's approval?” He shook his head in disbelief, his whole body shaking. “Dumbass! Motherfucker! If anybody wearing their patch spotted your ass, they're gonna think you were spying, and then it's my ass on the line too. Maybe the whole fucking club's if Fang decides to talk to Throttle!”
He started to walk forward, ready to go back to choking me or maybe using his fists this time. Alice stepped between us before I could grab her.
“That's not true! Nobody saw him. I've been working at a Grizzlies club for months and he only stopped outside before he came to my house. The other girls were off shift when he pulled up and asked them about me – they wouldn't tell the Grizzlies shit. It was a miracle he came when he did.” She was on fire, freakishly brave.
I was fucking impressed.
Blaze snorted. Alice didn't look away from his crazy eyes even once.
“Just listen. I came back with him because I wanted to. He didn't force me to do anything. And Stinger's telling you the truth, Blaze, whether you want to believe it or not. The men who ambushed me and tried to kill me at home are after you guys. They're after the crap you took from my dad's truck when the Rams still had it. The Rams and Slingers had some kinda falling out...I'm not sure. They were there the night it all went down, when they killed my Dad and took me prisoner. The Rams wouldn't turn it over...and now it's in your hands. You've got to –“
Blaze cut her off, turning away. He wasn't the only one looking pissed. His old lady looked like she was about to lay into his ass, but he walked right past her.
“Fuck this shit. I'll hear the rest later,” he growled, striding toward his office.
He was almost to the door when he turned back and pointed at Alice and me. “Church in one hour. You better lay all this shit out then, and you'd better do it nice and neat. Roller, make sure the other brothers get here now. Tell them it's serious.”
Blaze disappeared into his office and slammed the door in behind him. Saffron sighed angrily and walked off. Alice turned to me, rubbing my neck, and I slowly eased outta her grip.
