Targeting Dart (Satan's Devils MC #4)

by Manda Mellett

  “Doll,” my voice is unrecognisable. “Doll, pull away now unless…”

  Fuck, it’s too late. I’ve no control over myself with those lips wrapped around my cock and I lose it completely cum shooting into her mouth. She swallows and licks, taking everything I offer. I’ve just been given the best blow job of my life, and by my old lady.

  Chapter 26

  Alex

  I’d spent all day thinking about Dart, and what he’d done for and to me in the middle of the night. How he made sure I was satisfied while taking nothing for himself, being so gentle and so caring. What had it meant?

  And after dinner, when he’d left me, I wondered why he’d been gone so long and doubts started to creep in. Had he taken Allie up on her offer of last evening, or spent the evening fucking one of the other whores here? Taking from them what I’m not able to give, or not until I heal. While he told me he wouldn’t be going with them again, left to my own devices, all my insecurities came flooding back, unable to understand why he’d want a scarred woman when he’s got all the flawless women he wants at his beck and call.

  But he’d come back. Oh, out of the corner of my eye I’d seen him watching Tyler, a sneaky sideways glance while he’d been transfixed by my son. His face had been as relaxed and happy as I’d ever seen it, as if seeing me and Tyler had given him a sense of being home. At the time I thought it fanciful thinking, but then I’d come into his room, and he told me he wanted me. Exclusively and permanently. While I still have lingering doubts that he can be faithful, I can see he’s sincere in that he means to try.

  He wants me to be his old lady? The way he said it, that’s some kind of commitment in his world. My world, if I agree. To think that a handsome man like Dart wants me is utterly crazy. But last night he’d told me, proved to me, my scars don’t matter.

  When he’d placed my hand on his dick, I’d never felt anything like it before. White folks tend to believe the myth that black men have bigger cocks. If there’s any truth in that, Ron must have been an exception. His dick was definitely on the small size, or possibly proportional, as he wasn’t a big man. Dart, on the other hand, is tall, and his endowment matches his size. I’m ashamed to say as soon as I touched it I wanted to see it, to taste it. A reaction I’ve never had before.

  When I did, I fast realised I didn’t have a clue what to do. An inadequate performance once before in my life was no basis to practice on this man who’s probably had dozens, if not hundreds of experienced blow jobs in his life. Quickly becoming embarrassed, I wasn’t sure whether to continue, but then he reassured me, and he’d come so fast I knew I must have done something right.

  My head is resting on his leg, and I turn my face to look at him. His cheeks are flushed, and there’s a lazy grin on his face.

  “Doll, you can do that anytime you fuckin’ want.”

  When I’d tried with Ron I’d hated it. The taste of his dick was abhorrent in my view. Dart though, the scent of his pheromones, the salty taste of his cum, the power I felt when I realised I was giving him pleasure. I’ll have no issue doing that again.

  “Now, fair’s fair, doll. You’ve tasted me, now it’s my turn.” He pulls me to my feet, then stands himself. His hands go to my tee and starts to pull it over my head. I hold onto the material. He’s seen me naked before, but I prefer him to remember how I was when I danced in the club, before I was scarred. Now he’ll be revealing the healing burns on my breasts and the bandages still covering my chest. He’s claimed me as his woman, and I wish I could be whole and unmarked. My nerves that he’ll realise he’s made a mistake make me shiver.

  Sensing my unease, he lowers his head and kisses me once again. He’s so tall I have to crane my neck. But without words, his actions help me ease the grip on my shirt. Unable to wear a bra as it’s so painful, soon I’m totally naked above my waist. Gently his hands trace my breasts, carefully avoiding the burns. He makes like he doesn’t even see them as he breathes out. “You’re fucking beautiful.” He circles my nipples. “Just love the colour these are. Such a sexy dark brown, almost black. Sorry, doll, but I’ve just got to taste.”

  He doesn’t appear repentant as he bends his knees and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, sending a tingling sensation down my spine. When he does the same to the other, I let out a moan.

  As if it’s a signal, his hands wrap around me, picking me up and lying me flat on the bed. He pulls off the yoga pants I’ve been wearing, wasting no time taking my panties along with them.

  And then he’s kneeling on the bed, pulling my thighs apart. I do nothing to stop him, the wicked grin that he gives eliminates any awkwardness, and he shoots out his legs so they hang over the end of the bed, putting him just in the right position to put his mouth where I need it. His tongue slides from my ass to my clit, a lazy slow journey that has me clenching my thighs. He delves inside my depths, and I almost jump at the sensation. Nobody’s ever done this before. I’ve read about it, dreamed of it, but never experienced it. Sex with Ron, on those few occasions we had it, was a perfunctory affair simply to get him off.

  Dart’s taking his time, my hands twisting into the sheet as he finds my clit and sucks it into his mouth. I’ve never realised how it would feel. I assumed it would have no more sensation than masturbation, but somehow the slight roughness and warmth of his tongue is quickly ramping up my desire.

  “Dart, oh Dart!” I murmur, giving him verbal encouragement while both straining to reach my peak and not wanting it to end.

  He puts a finger inside me, lifting his mouth to tell me. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” I refrain from admitting it’s been over six years since I last had sex. “You’re dripping for me. You want this, don’t you, doll?” His eyes meet mine, and he corrects himself. “You need this.” Redoubling his efforts, he adds another finger, then starts a motion which has me catching my breath. Then he touches something, somewhere inside me, and as his fingers curl round, he ramps up the attack on my clit.

  And now I’m moaning, my body going tight. The feeling, oh the feeling, the strength so out of my experience. I think I’m going to die as he takes me up and over the top. I come hard with a loud cry around my hand that I’ve quickly stuffed into my mouth.

  Now he moves up the bed, careful to keep his weight off my chest, and kisses me deeply, allowing me to taste myself on him. It’s a strange, but not unpleasant sensation. When he pulls away he looks satisfied with himself.

  I have to tell him. “No one’s ever done that before.”

  His head resting on the other pillow, he turns and stares at me. “Never? No one’s gone down on you?”

  “There was only Ron, and he didn’t want to.”

  “Fuck, woman, I’d eat you out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I could. I’ll warn ya now, won’t be able to get enough of your taste, doll.”

  Twisting my head to one side, I ask a question. “Do I taste different?”

  He looks confused, then says, “To a white woman?”

  I shrug. I suppose that’s what I meant. And then I wish I hadn’t asked as he replies, “Every woman tastes different, babe,” and reminds me of just how he would know. But his hand comes out and smooths down my face. “Would it help if I told you I’ve never tasted better before?”

  I don’t think I believe him. But I can go with the lie. I smile.

  “Doll, I wanna fuck ya. But I don’t want to hurt ya.” He frowns, then asks, “If you’re feeling up for it, you gonna ride me?”

  I shake my head. He stills my action with his hand. “Sorry, babe. I forgot how much pain you must be in. Are you alright?”

  I put him right. “It’s not that I’m hurting or don’t want to. It’s that, I, well, I haven’t done that before either.”

  He sits up and brushes his hand over his hair. “What did that fucker do? A quick on and off in fuckin’ missionary position?”

  He’s hit the nail on the head. Embarrassed, I nod and turn my head to the side.

  “He’s a crazy asshole.” Reach
ing out he moves my head back so I’m forced to look at him. “Knew I was a lucky motherfucker gettin’ you into my bed. But now I know there’s so much I can show you. We’ve got so fuckin’ much to explore with each other. And a whole fuckin’ lifetime to do it.”

  There’s that promise again. I still can’t quite believe it. But Dart’s a man of action, and his talking is done. He lies down on the bed beside me and pats his thighs. “Come sit on me. In this position, you control how much you take, and how you ride me. That way, hopefully, we don’t pull your stitches out.” As I’m trying to follow his directions, he keeps speaking. “If I fucked ya any other way I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.”

  I straddle him, and lift myself up. Taking his cock in my hand I’m not certain how I’m going to be able to accommodate it. He must see the worry in my eyes.

  “Take it slow, babe.”

  “You’re so much bigger…”

  “Don’t mention his name. Not now.” Now he barks a laugh. “But babe, you sayin’ I’m bigger than a black man?”

  I grin. “You certainly are.” At his wide grin, I continue, “And it’s been a long time.”

  “Thought so, doll. You felt so tight. How long?”

  Biting my lip, I tell him the truth. “More than six years.”

  “Before Tyler was born?” He looks incredulous.

  “Uh huh.” Wanting this conversation to be over, I place him at my entrance, and start lowering myself down. I take in the tip, and already feel the stretch. But he turned me on so much I’m well lubricated. I push down a bit, and then rise up. My teeth worry my lip as I concentrate on what I’m doing.

  “That’s it, doll. Fuck, that feels good.”

  I’m rising and lowering myself, gaining inch by inch. He holds my hips and starts to help me. I don’t know what it’s doing to him, but it’s making me feel fantastic. Then his fingers move to my clit, and the further stimulation encourages me. But I still can’t seat myself fully on his dick, and feel my eyes watering.

  “Take what you can, babe. We’ll get there in time. Don’t worry.” He reaches up to brush away a tear that’s escaped.

  After pausing for a moment, scared I’m going to be a disappointment, I start to move once again, realising he’s got one thing right. In this position, if I ease myself forward it doesn’t pull on my wounds. I only hope I’ve got enough of him inside that it’s good for him too, as it’s beyond amazing for me. I think even if I pulled out the stitches I wouldn’t even know it, the feeling of him inside me, the sensations of him stimulating my clit, and seeing his face clenching as he moves closer to his peak.

  “Fuck, doll. That feels too good. Tell me you’re close and you’re coming.” He works his fingers harder, and I’m getting so near.

  “Need you to come all over my dick, babe. Want to feel your juices fuckin’ drenchin’ me. That’s it, babe. Fuck, you’re so tight, your muscles are grippin’ me so fuckin’ hard.”

  His dirty words make me move faster. I throw back my head as I begin to feel like an overwound clock. My body is shaking, and as I come so hard, his hands both go to my hips and hold me up, taking over control and pulling me down hard on him. I feel him jerking as his cum shoots up inside me.

  He sits up, wrapping his arms carefully around me. I can feel his softening cock still gripped by my inner walls. Resting my head on his shoulder, I try to recover my breath, knowing tears are falling down my cheeks.

  I feel like a virgin who’s been ravished by her first man. Nothing Ron had ever done with me had made me feel anything like this.

  When our lungs stop heaving, he murmurs into my ear, “You on birth control, doll?”

  It’s a bit late for him to ask that. We’d both got carried away. But at least I can put his mind at rest. “Yes, I got the implant replaced a couple of years ago. I started using it after Tyler was born. I couldn’t risk another accident with Ron.” I know I don’t have to explain why.

  “How long is it good for?”

  “Three years.”

  He grins, and surprises me. “Sounds like a plan. A year to get settled, then I’m gonna get you pregnant, babe. Reckon Tyler would like a brother or sister, don’t you?”

  He wants children? “Dart, isn’t it too early to talk about that?”

  “Early? Fuck no. I’ve got ya now, doll. I ain’t lettin’ ya go. And if you think that’s early, you should know Drum got Sam pregnant a week after he met her.” His grin widens. “Going bare with you was as hot as fuck. That was a first for me, babe. So you don’t need to worry on that score. In the past I’ve always gloved up.”

  It should have occurred to me, but it didn’t. Instead I’m thinking what a child of ours would look like. Mmm. Coffee-coloured skin, probably dark hair, which I hope they’d inherit from their dad, as mine’s too afro and curly. And what colour eyes would our baby have? Still resting my head on his shoulder, I realise I’m quite taken by the idea.

  “You need me to check on Tyler?”

  “No, he’s okay. I’ll hear if he stirs.”

  Dart looks towards the open door to his suite, and the open one to the room where Tyler’s asleep. He chuckles. “Lucky he’s a deep sleeper. You got a bit loud there, doll.”

  Suddenly I feel insecure. “Dart, was it… I couldn’t…”

  “Babe,” he admonishes, “it was fuckin’ fantastic, okay? Just the feeling on being skin on skin got me hard as fuckin’ steel. You just got to get used to me, right? It’s been so fuckin’ long for ya.”

  “Is this a case where practice makes perfect?” I grin at him.

  “Definitely, doll. Definitely.”

  “Hmm.” I snuggle into his side. “Better keep my strength up for tomorrow.

  He sits up, his legs drawn up, his hands around his knees. “About that,” he begins. “I’m really sorry, babe, but I’m going away for a while.”

  Even though tightening my stomach muscles pulls on my stitches, I force myself up so I’m sitting beside him. “What, Dart? What was all this then?” I wave my hand between us. Were all those words simply to get me into bed? My uncertainties return in a flash.

  “That was me claimin’ my ol’ lady. And before you get any ideas, I don’t want to leave you. Fuck, if I had the choice I’d be stayin’ right here and startin’ a new life with you and the boy.”

  “So why, Dart? And where are you goin’?”

  “San Diego,” he throws out. Looking me straight in the face. It’s the one place I know I can’t go. I can’t take the risk, not while Ron’s there. “Drum’s asked me to go with Lost as their temporary VP. You know what went on, babe. Half their men betrayed the club and he wants me to help Lost sort out what to do.”

  “VP? That’s vice president.” I almost squeal. I might not know much about club life, but I know that role’s important.

  “Yeah, don’t know why the fuck Drum thought I was officer material, but there ya go.” Dart looks so proud of himself.

  I do. He’s proved himself to me, and I’m thrilled on his behalf that his president’s seen his potential too. But selfishly, while I know I should support him, I don’t want him to go. “How long for, Dart?”

  “A few weeks, maybe a couple of months. I don’t know for sure. But I’ll be comin’ back every chance that I get. I won’t leave you for that long, you can be certain of that. Drummer will make sure you’re safe here.”

  I’ve no worries on that score. From what I’ve seen, I like all the men and the old ladies here in the Tucson club. Perhaps not so much the whores, but I can live with that as long as they stay away from my man. I lie back down again, my action causing him to do likewise. Turning into him, I rest my head on his shoulder. “I wish Tyler and I could come with you. The doctors here in Tucson try to help as best they can, but they don’t see much sickle cell disease. Our old doctor in San Diego was great. It was his area of expertise.”

  His arms tighten around me, and he doesn’t speak. I don’t need him to tell me it’s impossible.

 
“I don’t want to leave ya. Understand that, doll.” He tries to reassure me again.

  I’m worried, but try to suppress it. If he was stayin’ with me, maybe we’d have a chance. But he’s going to be four hundred miles away, and while I want to trust him, in my mind’s eye, all I can see is the temptation of a beautiful woman called Eva.

  Chapter 27

  Dart

  Lost calls church as soon as we arrive in San Diego, and manages to get all the boys around the table in not much more than an hour. Being stunned and confused with the events of the past couple of days, everyone was hanging close by to find out what the fuck is going on.

  The first matter of business is dealt with fast. There are unanimous ayes when we take the vote that makes Lost prez of the chapter, and that no one queries his suitability to sit in the chair seems to take him by surprise. I hide my smile. It’s not unusual for a good man not to recognise his own worth.

  When the congratulations die down, it’s only minutes later when he introduces me as his temporary VP, and that goes down better than I’d thought as well. To be honest, my new band of brothers seem to be in such shock they’re just happy someone’s stepping up and taking charge. As I cast my glance around the table, I see various expressions of disbelief and disenchantment. This chapter’s lost so many men, it’s vital the numbers don’t get further depleted. I make a mental note that keeping those that remain from giving up and walking away will be my number one job. These men have lost those they’d called brothers and friends. They’ll all be feeling betrayed. As my shoulders pull back I sit up straighter, getting ready to carry the load.

  When I was here a few days ago, some of those now around the table had been out on a run, so they’re still strangers to me. When one starts to speak, I ask him to introduce himself. When he does so, as Pennywise, I can’t keep the smile from my face. That’s a fuck of a handle if ever I heard one. I raise my eyebrows, and Lost explains.