Brute’s Property_A Motorcycle Club Romance_The Blazers MC

by Kathryn Thomas

  I’ve just enough time to grab hold of anything I can find—a blanket, the thin, scratchy comforter, my own chest and stomach—before he launches himself into me. The thickness of his member fills me up from bottom to top, inside and out. I can’t help but cry out. There’s pain and pleasure. I never believed the two could truly mix. That was, at least, until this moment when Rev began to plow his cock deep into me without any hesitation or care.

  And I quickly realize why he insisted on binding my legs together like this—my opening has become a mere slit, the tightest cavern for him to explore. From my end, it was an entirely new feeling. It’s raw and rough. The feeling of him inside of me is felt so much more than if my legs were pulled wide apart for him. There’s something about it, looking up at my lean legs glistening in the lights over his shadowy figure, that feels absolutely sexy—so much so that I begin to push back with my own hips by lifting them up and off of the bed.

  “That’s it, darlin’. Just like that.” He presses his fingers deeper into my skin causing me to gasp from the pressure. They circle up near my ribs so that my hips and their tiny motions are isolated for him to control. The beat of his cock bangs up against my skin and exposed clit.

  “Rev...” I call out as I feel myself near the breaking point. “Rev, please...”

  “What? Tell me what you want!”.

  “Don’t... fucking... stop!” I shout out as a burst of warmth flows from the tip of my head to the spaces between my thighs. The muscles within my pussy clench and relax around the base of his still-flying cock. I want to give in and rest for a million years, but there’s Rev right above me, still going strong. He knows what he’s done. I can see it in his eyes—how he looks at me with this smug look—that he’s laying claim to that orgasm.

  “I’m not done,” he says between his quickening breaths. “You told me not to stop.” But to my surprise, he does just that. He pulls his cock out and throws my legs back down onto the bed. “Get on your knees, Jenna,” he orders with a grunt.

  Obedient as I’ve always been, I switch over for him, giving him a good show of my ass in mid-air. I full on cat-pose as I wait, but Rev does what Rev wants and examines the underside of my rear with the palm of his hand. A few fingers manage to slip their way between the crevice to where my cunt still drips with the fluids of my orgasm.

  “That’s a good girl,” he commends me. I look ahead at the wooden headboard, too chicken to watch as he quickly slides back in me. Unlike before, taking me from behind means his cock rests just at the base of my clit. Every intimate part of me is getting a workout tonight.

  Like a drum, Rev picks up his rhythm. The glide is much easier this time with me stretched to perfection. Beat, beat, beat—his cock pounds into me. Each stroke goes longer than the last until I feel as if he could split me in two with the motion of only his chiseled hips and thrusting thighs.

  Rev leans down so that he’s practically draped over me. His warm breath tickles the back of my neck as we both cry out, nearly in unison. I’m close again. I know I am. How is that even possible? How could this man make me feel as if I’m going to jump right out of my skin? His hands wrap around mine as if he’s preparing for the next step.

  I shut my eyes and let the wave hit me. The vibrations, thick and smothered within me, sink down towards my pussy and out of my curling toes. I cry into a pillow something that’s a mix of his name and a plea to him for more. But he’s not far behind me. Moments after I collapse, he’s there too. His seed spills across my back in messy zig-zags. With the mess still on me, I fall onto my stomach beside him. Nestled in a crook of his sweaty arm, I hear him heave a deep sigh.

  It’s hours before either of us move a muscle.

  Chapter Eight

  Rev

  “Are you awake?” Jenna whispers into my chest.

  “Yeah. Hard not to be with your damn snoring.”

  I stare up at the same spot on the ceiling I’ve been mentally tracing for the last hour or so while she used my chest as a freakin’ throw pillow. It’s been years since I let a girl do this—actually sleep with me, in the same bed. And I’ve been spending the last sixty minutes regretting every second of it. But then again, after that fuck, what kind of gentleman would I be if I just threw her off and made her sleep on the dirty ass floor of this seedy hotel room?

  “I should, uh, probably go freshen up,” she says as she pulls herself up to a sitting position. Against my skin is a warm imprint of where she rested. Curiously, I place a hand on the spot. “Do you know if there’s any shampoo or something I could...”

  I don’t bother to answer that. Like I would know if a dank place like this would be up to her five-star standards. I roll my eyes and continue to look up at the same damn spot in the ceiling as she rips the sheet off of the bed and uses it to cover herself up as if she’s some precious princess with a body too pure for a man like me to see. Bit too late for that, darlin’.

  Truth is, I’ve seen better. I’ve had better too. My usual type was girls with huge, natural tits that bounce for days as you drill into them. They watch you with sedated eyes and don’t complain or try to take over. They sure as hell don’t give blowjobs like Jenna does. Nor do they think it’s okay to spend time in my space any longer than what’s necessary.

  It’s not that Jenna was a bad lay by any measure. In fact, I was being honest when I complimented her and asked her where she learned how to choke back a dick like that. The thing is... that her body and that attitude of hers is unfamiliar territory for me. I don’t deal with bitches. I let them deal with me. But with each stroke in that sweet pussy of hers, it felt as if she was taking hold of me like a damn succubus.

  I don’t want to admit what it’s doing to me—just thinking about those legs resting on my shoulders with her apple-sized tits bouncing up towards her neck with each of my thrusts. Goddamn... how am I stiff again? This isn’t right.

  In the other room, the shower clicks and spurts on. The hair on the back of my neck prickles with the slam of the glass shower door. It wouldn’t take much for me to just...

  Before I can even finish my thought, I slither off the bed and head towards the bathroom. I don’t bother to be quiet or sneak up on the girl. I’m not one for surprises. Instead, I clear my throat as I approach the frosted and steamed over door. Stepping over the sheet she stole from the bed, the blackish-gray silhouette stops shampooing her head and listens. Despite the dense haze, I can make out the motions. Her hands move from her head down to her neck and back down towards her breasts. They massage tenderly at the small mounds finally pinching slightly at the tips of her nipples. My mouth waters at this meal before me.

  Fuck if I can wait any longer for this. I pry open the door, my hands wrapped around the metal frame and the warm shower tile. With my rigid cock leading the way, I step into the shower next to her. Luckily for me, she doesn’t say a word and instead stares down at my shaft with a look that seems to say, “Dammmmn.” I get that hungry look a lot. I know what she’s thinking and wanting.

  In the light of the bathroom, I get a better impression of her body. The only word I can come up with is “perky.” For a girl that’s probably in her mid-twenties, she has the body of a high school cheerleader. It’s the kind of body that’s soft and curvy in all the right places—the undersides of her lifted ass, the spaces between her thighs, her blushed cheeks. And it’s solid where you expect it to be with her hips defined in that hour glass look other girls twice her size try to make you believe is there. Small indentations on her abs are like a roadmap down to that delicious pussy of hers. I normally hate the shaved off look, but it works for a petite girl like Jenna.

  After a moment of study, I’m ready to go. With one large step, I’m on her, cupping the back of her head and pulling it towards me. We launch into a fast and furious round of kisses both spinning out of the line of the showerhead. My hands naturally find her tits, taking over the work she was doing on them earlier. With my pointer and thumb, I tweak the tips as she cries out
into my shoulder. Jenna acts shocked to experience me like this. She should know better, but I’m more than happy to remind her what being with a guy like me is really like.

  Jenna goes in for another kiss, but this isn’t a make out session on her parent’s couch. I throw her around so that she faces the tiled back wall. I lead her hands toward the wall, using my hips to press her into a partial bow. Her narrow hips push backward, meeting mine so that her ass rubs against my cock. I can’t help but slap that pearly white skin of hers with a firm palm. The rivers of water bounce off and trickle down our legs.

  Fuck. It’s showtime. The throb of my cock is getting harder to ignore with every glimpse down at that perfectly round ass, and I can’t contain it any longer. With one giant push, I glide myself into her slick pussy. She’s still a bit stretched from earlier, but the tightness is still unbelievably good. I throw my head back with the insane feeling of claiming her pussy with my length. Jenna moans that deep, low tone she does when she’s pleased. I should hate it—the annoying sound of her getting something out of this; however, my cock only grows harder with each vibration of her body.

  The hot water pours down my back as I get to work. I pour myself into her dainty little thing. Each hit goes faster and faster until a rhythm takes over that feels impossible to keep up with. The raw mesh of her body pulsates around my shaft, and I push her back further down the wall so I can explore more of her from the inside. She’s practically touching her own toes when I find what I like to call the “sweet spot.”

  From below, I watch her hands tense and her toes curl. Her face turns an almost beet red as her mouth opens and stutters. But she doesn’t close her eyes. It’s as if she can’t look away from the action. Got to admire a girl that can take this beating in and actually enjoy it. With a pound of her fist into the side of the porcelain tub, she calls out my name. It’s the first and only thing said since I slipped in here, and damn does it feel good to hear my name escape those full lips.

  It’s impossible not to notice her coming. She gives it away so easily with the rush of moisture and the pulsating muscles clinging to the sides of my shaft. I plow on forward though, not giving her time to breathe. She can take it. In fact, I think this beautiful little slut actually enjoys me ramming right through her orgasm. This was about me and my happy ending—anything for her is just a bonus for the hard work.

  I speed up, following my heartbeats that threaten to burst out of my chest. I train my eyes on Jenna’s bouncing tits for extra motivation. After she contains herself from her own orgasm, she partially turns so that she can watch as I take her raw and hard to the very end of the line. I pull out with seconds to spare. The sticky warm liquid splatters on her ass and back so that it swims down her thighs and along the backside of her rubbed-red pussy.

  “Fuuuck!” I shout as it spills out of me. When it’s gone, I step backward into the shower towards the water. The sting of it hits me like a swarm of bees, but I keep myself there, waiting for Jenna to stand. She uses her hands against the wall to lift herself up. With a glance over her shoulder, she gestures towards the soapy hand towel lying at my feet. This is my cue to get the hell out of here and let her get back to what she was doing before I decided to rudely interrupt. We do a small dance as we scoot past the other. I try to ignore the caress of her tits on my chest or how my cock slaps against her wet thigh and hip. As I step out of the bath, I grab one of the stiff, starchy towels off the shelf to dry myself off with.

  A long while passes before Jenna joins me back in the main room. She’s still naked, but her hair is dried and brushed. Like a thief, she snatches up her bag. I have no idea why she looks ashamed. Ain’t nothing that I haven’t seen or touched yet.

  “I didn’t think you would be here,” she says, apologetically.

  “Why the fuck would I go and leave you here alone?” I raise my eyebrow at her. Was this her plan all along? Get me thinking she could be trusted only to let her escape?

  “I just thought...”

  “Yeah, you just thought,” I mock her. “I’m not a fucking idiot, Jenna. I’m not going to risk you assaulting me with a shower rod again.”

  Her forehead makes a deep crease that ages her a few years. Her mouth twitches as she stammers, “I wasn’t going to do that. The only reason I attacked you was because I thought you were going to kill me.”

  Thought? Who the hell does this dame think she is? Does she think that she gets a few fucks and we’re playing boyfriend-girlfriend now? I’m no white knight savior here to whisk her away to safety. The only thing I got on my mind is that payday when I figure out how to get a hold of her brother.

  “How the hell do you know I’m not?” I glare back at her. “I wouldn’t get too comfortable, you know.”

  “After that...” She doesn’t bother to finish her train of thought.

  I’m done with this shit. I’m done sitting in this hotel room waiting on her. “Are you done? We need to ride.” She finishes throwing on the white tank top and pair of jeans shorts that just barely cover her ass cheeks. In a rush, she laces up her converse sneakers and waits by the door of the hotel room. I glance out the window, peeking through the curtain for any signs that we may not be alone. The parking lot is just as vacant as when we pulled up hours ago except for some fly-away trash and the asshole owner who tried to stiff me with another ten bucks an hour when he saw I was bringing her in. He hangs over a balcony smoking some mad smelly hash as he looks out at his empty kingdom.

  Taking Jenna’s hand, I lead her out first. She manages to keep up with me as we slink along the shadows under the overhang of the hotel’s balcony. My Harley is only a few feet away, but I’m not risking it until we’re well on our way out of here.

  “Rev...” Jenna calls. “Rev!”

  “What the fuck do you want? Do you not understand the whole point of us sneaking out of this damn—” I spin around to see Jenna being held back by two men. They’re holding on tight to each of her arms as she struggles against them. Not this shit again.

  “Who the fuck are you?” I ask, surveying their jackets for club loyalty, but they wear nothing that gives it away.

  “The boss wants to see you.”

  “I don’t have a fucking boss, you fucking dumbshit. I ride under no colors.”

  The smaller man snickers. “We’ll see about that.”

  “Do you know who the fuck you’re dealing with here? The only two things you pussies will be seeing is your own blood on the ground unless you let that girl go.” I pat the pocket of my jeans, warning them that I came packing.

  “That won’t be necessary, Rev.” I turn towards the open hotel room door where a Vic Riley casually leans against the frame. He’s unmistakable—a freak of nature at over six-foot-six and muscles like an armored suit. He got real into the doping shit when it was big a few years back. When I knew him well, he was a quarter of the size he was today and played with the little boys. Now he runs his own club—the Blazers. It wasn’t the Angels or Chicago Vice. They had their territory to roam, but it was being pushed back by guys like Enrique and street gangs who fought dirty.

  I should’ve known I’d see the beast here. He’s been trying to track me down for months—having me followed, calling my burners, even leaving messengers at my door. Each one I’ve taken out with a few throws to the body or face. He needs a guy like me who knows the streets and does whatever it takes to get the job done to run his MC’s name up the wire. But it ain’t happening. I’m no one’s second or third. And I don’t fly colors for some bullshit brotherhood that would turn its back on me in a second if I got out of line. There was no freedom working for Enrique or Vic.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I growl. “And how the fuck did you find me?”

  He picks at his nails. “I’ve got my ears... and eyes...” He gestures up towards where the motel owner once was.

  “Then what the fuck do you want?”

  “Business, Rev. I’ve got a proposition.”

  I look over at Je
nna who’s settled down. She stands perfectly still as she takes it all in. The two men aren’t even holding onto her anymore. Big mistake.

  “I’ve got no interest in working for you, Vic. You should’ve heard me the first time.”

  “I hear things have changed. The job you did with Enrique got a little fucked up...” He grins at Jenna. “I wouldn’t blame you, though. A little tailpiece like that would look good on my mantle.”

  “How the hell did you know about that?”

  “Like I said, brother—ears. And that’s why I know you need my help getting Enrique off your back.”

  “What are the terms?” I ask, biting my tongue.

  “Nothing. I’ll give you protection for the night—let you stay at this hotel and provide some lookouts for you too. In exchange, you owe me a favor.”