Devil's Due: Satan's Devils MC Colorado Chapter #3

by Manda Mellett

  “Get naked, Beef. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

  Lightly I smack the top of her leg. “I think I said I was in charge.”

  She giggles, as I meant her to. My soft tap has done nothing but arouse her further.

  “Please?”

  My mouth is beside her ear again, the vibration of my voice causing tremors to cross her skin when I reply, “Seeing as you asked so nicely.”

  “Describe yourself, Beef.”

  Standing, I take off my cut, folding it neatly and placing it on a chair. Then I rip off my tee. While I’m toeing off my boots I comply. “I’ve got tats darlin’, as you know. Lots of them. A hand of cards on my biceps which represents my brother Rock, on my biceps, the Marine insignia, the Satan’s Devils patch on my back, the names of my brothers lost in service.” I continue to describe each and every tat that I may not have told her about before, while her face becomes whimsical, and I wonder if she’s regretting that she can’t see them for herself. Muscles she can feel, but not my ink.

  “Any girls’ names on you?” she asks brazenly.

  “None.” There’s no hesitation in my truthful reply. Never met a woman yet who I wanted to mark permanently on my body.

  She holds out her arms. “What’s keeping you, Beef?”

  I slide a condom out of my pocket, then push my jeans down and off. Then stand, watching her laid out for me like an offering. She’s so small compared to me. “How long has it been for you, Stevie?”

  She knows what I mean. “A couple of years.”

  “Fuckers are crazy down in LA.” They must be. Why has she not had a boyfriend in so long? Her confidence, her encouragement shows it isn’t for the lack of her wanting.

  She shrugs. “Once they know I’m blind, men seem to think they’ll get stuck caring for me.”

  Shit. Wasn’t that what I’d been thinking as well? But now I know her, she doesn’t want a slave to run after her. Nah, Stevie will do as much as she can for herself.

  “Then,” she continues, “there are those which can’t get a sighted girl because of their appearance. Obviously that doesn’t turn me off, but their desperation does. And others, well, a blind woman’s a notch on their bucket list. Pity fucks, when they’re offered, are the worst. Or sometimes they act as if what’s wrong with me is catching.” She giggles. “Then there are those who seem to prefer my dog, and want to pet him, not me.”

  “Crazy.” I can’t wait to get closer, get near, get inside her. But I’m going to have to go slow. Like the rest of me, my cock is large. Not boasting, just fact.

  She’s up on her elbows. “Let me touch?”

  “Uh uh,” I say again. “No touching. You’re gonna get a surprise little girl.”

  “Huh.” She shakes her head making her long hair fly. “You’re probably all bluster. How am I to know it’s not a teeny wiener?”

  A startled laugh bursts out of me. “You’re going to have to wait to find out.”

  I’ve been interested in, but never really understood the dynamics of BDSM before, but having Stevie effectively blindfolded is turning me on. By not allowing her to touch, she’s got no clue what I’m about to do. She’s breathing fast, her skin is nicely flushed, and I bet her heart’s beating fast in anticipation. This isn’t just an act to get off, nothing like going with a sweet butt or the boring missionary position where dirty talk was discouraged. My head’s running through ways of how to drive this, to make the experience good, not just for me, not only for her, but, for us both.

  I move fast to take her by surprise, raising her legs, bending them then pushing her knees apart so she’s completely open to me. She gasps as I’ve startled her, and then again when I huff warm breath against her clit. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she was wet, she’s dripping. Her moisture is dampening her inner thighs, glistening in the light spilling from the lamp.

  Lazily I circle my fingers down from her knees, in no hurry to reach that part where she wants me to touch her. I don’t think I’ve taken the time to examine a woman’s reactions in such depth before. Stevie’s eyes might be sightless, but the rest of her body is so expressive it more than compensates.

  Her nipples are pert, her stomach softly rounded, her pubic hair neatly trimmed. She’s a natural redhead.

  She shivers, but it’s not with cold. Her mouth starts to open, but before she asks what’s taking me so long, I lower my face, breathing in that perfume that’s uniquely hers. Her labia are like petals surrounding a prize underneath, my tongue parts them, and her taste… If I thought the aroma was perfection, when my taste buds start getting some action my cock jumps as though it’s alive. I could become addicted to this. Eating pussy is one of my favourite things to do, but sometimes it’s just mechanical. Stevie? I could stay here for hours devouring her.

  Her hands come down, her fingers start running through my short hair, then she tries to move my head, but this is my show. I delve deep inside her, but there’s no way I can get the last drop. Her body’s reacting to me as mine is to hers, and she simply produces more cream for me to lap up. I love the effect I’m having on her. No lube needed tonight, that’s for sure.

  Her clit. Yes, can’t ignore that. As soon as my lips close around it, she arches her back, pressing up into my mouth. I toy with it, licking around, then flicking across the top. She’s flexing, seeming unaware that she’s grunting and moaning, giving me clues as to what she likes most.

  “Beef,” she wails. Then, more urgently, “There, Beef. There…”

  I could pull away and make her wait, but my cock’s leaking pre-cum as much as her slit’s leaking cream and I don’t want a delay. Another suck, nibble, then my tongue works the spot and with the action she seems to like the most, she’s tensing, her muscles tight, then she screams and comes.

  I continue to work until her convulsions cease.

  Easing my head up, I stare at her, able to drink in the view of a fully sated woman. As she has no clue I’m watching her, I can take my time, enjoying the flush to her skin, the sheen of sweat on her brow, her mouth half open as she draws air down into heaving lungs. Like a slap around the head it hits me. I’m not going to be able to let her go.

  I must.

  This is the only time I’m going to be weak and let my cock have its way. Just this once. Too many issues if we do a repeat. My hand idly strokes that appendage as I indulge in the view I promise myself I’ll never see again, committing the sight of her head thrown back in ecstasy into my brain. If I use the image to fuel my alone time in the shower in the days, weeks, months to come, who could blame me.

  I can’t hold back any longer. As I tear open the condom packet, a little smile curves her lips. Appreciation I’m taking care of her? Or anticipation of what’s to come.

  “Ready for me?” I ask her.

  “What’s taking you so long?” she replies, impudently.

  Well, that’s it. I sit back on my haunches and pull her toward me, her feather-light weight proving no problem at all to slide her hips up over mine. In this position she’s completely open to me.

  Christ she looks tiny. And for her, it’s been a long time. Take this slow.

  I line myself up and push in. She’s as tight as I expected. Her eyes squeeze shut, her brow furrows. “Relax. Breathe.”

  She attempts to obey, as I start making headway. Her scrunched-up face shows it may not be pleasurable right now, but once I’m in, I know ways to make it better. To distract her, I play with her clit.

  A small thrust in, a slow pull out, then repeat. It’s not my normal style of fucking, but I love it. Her tightness is strangling my dick, ramping up my own pleasure, it’s taking all my control to prevent this being over too fast.

  At last she’s taken all of me. Leaning forward I take her mouth in a gentle kiss, our lips meeting and melting, our bodies as close as they could possibly be.

  When I pull away, I ask, “Are you ready?”

  She wriggles for an answer which I take as a yes. A slow slide out,
then I push right in, butting against her cervix. I do it again, again and again, each thrust getting more powerful, making sure I find that special spot inside her every single time.

  Studying her, every reaction is encouragement. I ramp it up, my movements become fierce and powerful, a punishing rhythm that not every woman likes, but she takes it, encourages it, allowing me to fuck how I want. Her hands grip the comforter, her fists clench, her mouth twists as though she’s in mid-scream, and her internal muscles clench down on my dick. Christ, she’s going to take me over.

  As her body goes taut and starts spasming, I lose it myself, my body jerking erratically as cum rises from my balls, up through my shaft. The swelling of my dick inside her seems to be all she needs to start flying.

  I grunt, she cries out. It’s a perfect moment. Both of us coming together. Both of us heaving to get breaths into starved lungs. I swear I see stars for a moment. It must be because she’s so tight, but I can’t remember coming this hard in my life. Or pumping so much cum into a condom.

  It’s her that recovers first and is the one who gives voice to my own realisation. “That was amazing. I’ve never come like that before. Utterly, incredibly, amazing.”

  “It was.” I’m barely able to respond. My mind fighting with two thoughts, one that I’d like to try round two just to see if it’s really her that makes the difference, and the second, that I have to leave her now, before I become addicted.

  My dick, now soft, starts slipping out of her. With one hand I hold the end of the condom. “Got to go deal with this.”

  “Yeah.” She can’t see but must have enough clues to know what I mean. Propping her elbows beneath her, she raises the upper half of her body, and frowns. “Are you coming back, Beef?”

  I slip off the condom and tie a knot in the end. She’s pre-empted the conversation we must have. I close my eyes, knowing she can’t see my expression or how much I regret this. “No. Stevie, this was—”

  “Don’t you dare say it was a mistake.”

  “I wasn’t going to. This was one time, Stevie. You needed a release, so did I. It stops here, it has to.” Her bottom lip quivers, so I add more. “Soon you’ll be able to move on. We’ll never see each other again. I won’t know where you are, you won’t even be able to check in. Safest that way for you, darlin’. One fuck and I already know I could get hooked.”

  “Me too,” she inserts fast.

  “So it’s best we put this behind us. Before neither of us want to walk away.”

  I wait, but she seems to have accepted it. Me? I’m already wondering whether it’s too late.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Although Stevie seems to have a sixth sense and can often somehow feel my eyes watching her, I’ve learned how to sneak peeks at her without her knowing I’m there. Right now, she’s busying herself in the kitchen preparing lasagne for dinner tonight. As usual, I’m transfixed by her effortless actions as she feels her way through the preparations. It’s only because I’m watching carefully that I see the clues that give away she’s blind; the way she finds the right implement by touch.

  The first time I saw her chopping an onion I thought she’d surely cut herself, then saw she’d learned or taught herself a technique by which she could safely do it.

  She doesn’t object to my help when I offer it, she only protests if she feels I’m contributing assistance if I don’t think she can do it herself, when she’s perfectly capable of performing a task. I’ve learned to wait until it’s obvious, or only aid when asked. She knows her limitations better than I.

  Already I know how far off the mark I was to ever think she’d be needy and clingy. Daily she demonstrates far more independence than Sally ever showed. Moving to Pueblo alone with only her dog beside her should have been the first clue, it had been there from the start. But so fresh from leaving Sally, I’d looked for something that wasn’t there, a reason to not fall for the first woman who crossed my path.

  Have I fallen? A range of emotions must cross my face. At least, with her, I don’t need to guard them. I admit it, I have. I’ve fallen hard. Since the night before last, we’ve not touched, not kissed, and not spoken about the out of the world sex we’d experienced. The next morning started as each subsequent one has with us avoiding the issue completely. If at times I believe I see a wistful look on her face, it could be my imagination.

  I know the words said in the dark of the night were right. As soon as it’s safe, we’ll be handing her back into the care of the marshals. Anything started now would have an expiration date. If I feel this way after just one night, how would I feel if we repeated it, not once, but twice, a hundred times or more? A feeling tells me, this woman is one I’d follow to the end of the earth.

  It makes me admit, there was never a time I wasn’t faking it with Sally. From the start I’d been trying to make her into someone she wasn’t, trying to see her as the right woman for me, simply because she strayed into my path. Now I know why my Tucson brothers knew their old ladies were their one. It’s the same way I know Stevie could be that for me.

  It’s easy to dream of taking her down to Tucson—on the back of my bike, she wouldn’t complain about the long ride. I’d introduce her to Sam, Sophie, Marcia and the rest of the old ladies. Oh, and Becca. Becca would be so happy I’d found someone for myself at last.

  That thought pulls me up. While I’ve been with Stevie, I’ve not thought about Becca once, or not with the regret that she was with my best friend and not me.

  But taking Stevie to Tucson, well, that’s never going to happen.

  I’ve been staring down at my hands, something makes me raise my eyes.

  Stevie’s standing, spatula in hand, her head quizzically tilted toward me. “You alright?” she asks.

  Wondering again how she can tell, I lie. “I’m fine.”

  “You gave a heavy sigh.” She frowns. “Are you getting bored, Beef? Staying here with me?” She gives a brief chuckle. “Getting cabin fever?”

  How could I be bored? It’s easy being here with her. I read Harley magazines, planning upgrades to my bike while she listens to her audible books using headphones. Those are some of the best times, my attention often drawn away from what I’m reading, to watch the expressions crossing her face. Tenderness, arousal, anger. Yeah, the latter amused me. One night I was sure she was going to throw her iPad across the room. Or, if she’s not reading, we watch a film. I’ve become used to describing scenes where there’s action but no conversation. It’s natural for me to say something like, yup, she’s going down to that basement, to which Stevie will scream out, ‘No’, and, amusingly, cover her face with her hands.

  Daytime I chop wood for the fire and clear up around the place outside while Stevie tidies the interior. This cabin has been neglected for years and there’s much I can find to occupy myself.

  “Not getting cabin fever, Stevie. In fact the opposite. Probably the most time I’ve had to decompress for years. Can’t say I’d like staying here forever but it will be a while yet before I get bored.”

  Her lips curve. “You done anymore on that old bike?”

  Hmm. She remembers too much. Some of my clearing up might have revealed the frame of an ancient Indian. I’ve been scrounging around to see whether there are any other parts for it. Someone obviously brought it up here and dumped it. Perhaps they were going to restore it, but then gave up? Or, considering the early days of the Colorado club and the loss of members to prison or bullets, maybe they never got the chance to return for it. I remember how Sam, Drummer’s old lady, had restored her Vincent from nothing much more than I have found.

  “Well, I might have found me a project to work on.” I laugh. Then I wonder about her. “How you doing? You finding time dragging?”

  “I would, but you’re good company, Beef. Like you, though, it won’t be long before I want to get back to real life. It’s great having a chance to relax, and these couldn’t be nicer surroundings, but I do want to get back to work.” Her face falls. “N
ot that I probably have a job now, I just disappeared.”

  “What do you do?”

  “I’m designing a program to make doing taxes easier for blind people. Most of the time I work on my own, but I give email reports and updates. As I haven’t been able to do that, well, I suspect they’ll be looking for someone else now.”

  They may well be. “The marshals got you that job?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then I suspect they’ll help you get something else. It was on their watch you almost got killed.”

  She looks thoughtful and brightens as if I’ve given her hope.

  My phone pings with a text. “Prospects are coming tomorrow,” I tell her as a warning. I haven’t been back to church, but Demon’s given me updates. Wills and Dan were ecstatic to be patched in, something I’d have loved to have witnessed. Always a good feeling bringing new brothers to the table. As a result, Beaver and Karl were given prospect cuts.

  “I’ll make sure I’m ready,” she acknowledges. We’ve found a place where she can stay out of sight. Not very imaginative, just the spare bedroom. I’ve piled up furniture so it looks like a storeroom. No reason for anyone to go looking, but if they did, a cursory glance wouldn’t reveal her inside. Before they arrive, I’ll make sure there’s no feminine shit hidden around.

  The next day I’ve got Stevie comfortable in her secret nest, well before our visitors are due. She’s going to listen to her book until she hears the bikes, then will just have to wait it out. I need to get her new headphones as the cheap ones she’s got leak sound. I promise to get rid of the prospects as fast as I can, but she waves me off, telling me to take as long as I need. She’s right, I’ve got to be careful not to raise suspicion, or for the prospects to suspect I’m not here alone.

  It’s almost exactly the time Demon had told me when Beaver and Karl come driving up in the truck. Immediately they get out and drag on their brand-new cuts proudly displaying that they are Satan’s Devils prospects.

  Beaver’s next action is to light a cigarette. Belatedly he waves the pack toward me, putting it back in his cut when I shake my head. I’ve never smoked, and the fresh mountain air immediately seems tainted. I step around him, putting myself upwind of the stench. Karl shakes his head at his traveling companion, then walks around to the back of the truck. I notice his eyes scanning the surroundings.