Inferno & The Good Girl:  (Brothers of Devils Comfort MC)

by Brair Lake

  There is nothing wrong with dad, he is more than capable of doing the jobs which need doing. However after I had explained Tommy’s living conditions, dad is more than willing to help. He hates anyone or anything being mistreated.

  On the pretext of needing to check my wardrobe for something suitable for tonight, I leave Tommy and dad to work on the garden. I am unsure, what Inferno considers sexy and considering I had rarely dated, or gone out much in the last six years, my wardrobe is quite limited. Time for me to head into Comfort Springs and do some girly shopping. Thinking it would have been nice to go shopping with someone.

  Except my social circle is very limited, as I have not contacted any of my old friends since my return.

  My first port of call is Bells Lingerie Boutique. Inferno wanted sexy, I am going to give him sexy, hopefully with a little extra.

  “Hi” a beautiful woman, of about five - six, maybe seven, with hazel eyes and brown hair approaches me. “Can I help you?”

  A little embarrassed, “I’m just browsing at the moment,” picking up a pair of the briefest black panties I had ever seen. OK, so my underwear normally consisted of practical white cotton belly warming pants.

  Introducing herself, “I’m Cassie, Linc’s wife and manger here, and you must be Baby Blu.”

  With a soft laugh as she sees the puzzled frown on my face. “Oh, honey, you are the talk of the MC.” Threading her arm through mine, Cassie takes me on a tour of the store., and before too long, I have a collection of underwear, which according to Cassie. “Will drive a man insane with lust. Along with the underwear, I have gained a new friend.

  When Cassie had found out I was going shopping for clothes, she had tagged along, leaving her assistant to run the boutique. A couple of hours later, as we are laden down with bags, our shopping expedition completed, Cassie invited me to join her for lunch.

  “Sorry Cassie, I’m meeting Trax,” I inform her regrettably.

  “No problem, see you later tonight” and with a wave of her hand she is soon heading back to the boutique.

  When I had rung Trax, earlier this morning, we arranged to meet at ‘Little Sammy’s,’ as he was working and the coffee shop was close by. When I arrive, there is a couple of bikes parked outside. None of them belonging to Inferno, which I am grateful for, as I want to meet Trax on his own. As I glance through the storefront window, I see that Trax has already arrived and must have been there for some time as he is already eating his lunch.

  Apart from the episode at Open till Late, I had not seen Trax in six years. I had debated with myself about writing to Trax. Unfortunately after the shooting, I had let my personal life slip. I find it hard to believe how I am both nervous and excited at seeing see him again. He had been such a lovely little boy, who had a penance for getting into trouble. Trax is like his father in so many ways, I was not sure if this is why I loved Inferno or if this is why I loved Trax.

  “Hi Trax” I am trying to be cheerful as I am unsure how the meeting will go.

  “Baby Blu” he grunts in teenage fashion. He may be a bad boy prospect, underneath the outfit and bravado he is still a teenager. With that thought, I find I am more confident in been able to handle him.

  “Your dad tells me that you are doing an apprenticeship at the Ink Studio, Are you enjoying it?”

  Leaning back, he causes the chair to balance on its two back legs. Trax is ready for battle, his arms are fold, finally he looks at me in the eye. He is not happy and his whole body is humming in unsaid anger and hurt.

  Trax is more hurt by my leaving than I had thought. This realization, upset me as I had not meant to hurt him.

  “Shit Trax, I’m sorry, what can I say.”

  “Sorry, you’re fucking sorry!” Swinging forward suddenly, he leans on the table his face in mine.

  “You fucking left me and did not even have the guts to say goodbye. No, nothing. I was nothing to you, just a way to get to my dad, just like any other bitch!”

  “That’s not true. I loved you, hell I still do.”

  “No you don’t, if you did you would not have done what you did.”

  Did I defend myself to this kid, over actions that had taken place six years ago?

  Sipping my tea, I knew it was up to me to heal this bridge. Trax is right I was the one that had walked away. With this thought, I take his hand between mine, rubbing my thumb backwards and forwards, trying to sooth him.

  “I’m sorry I did not tell you I was leaving. Hell Trax the way I went was not how I expected. I do not know, a hell of lot was going off at the time. I am not sure I handled it right. I just did not give you as much thought as I should have?” I really do not, know what else I can tell him.

  “You could have rung or even wrote,” he states and I notice there are tears on his face, that he is trying to stop himself from crying. I had let him down when he had only been a child, looking round; I take Trax in my arms. To give him the hug he should have received a long time ago. I am not sure if Trax will ever forgive me.

  “I guess you know about your dad and me,” I venture, still hugging him.

  I sense his head nod against my neck. “Yeah, everyone knows that you have shacked up together.”

  “Well not quite yet, we are only just getting to know each other.”

  “Getting to know each other, is that what you both where doing last night when I got home.”

  “Elliot Page, Just you mind what you’re saying,” I say, both laughing and blushing at his words. He hugs me tight and I hug him back.

  When I used to baby-sit Trax. Sometimes at the weekend, Inferno would bring us both down to the clubhouse, consequently I had already met most of the brothers. However tonight I am meeting them as an adult and not a child. I was not too sure how to describe my relationship to Inferno, am I his girlfriend or his Fuck Buddy?

  With Inferno’s words in my head about dressing sexily and with the help of Cassie. I think, I might be able to pull it off, although in my mind it was more smutty than sexy.

  Hopping off Inferno’s bike, I make my way into the clubhouse. All the way, to the door, I know, Inferno’s eyes are on my ass and this is making me nervous. I am trying to walk with a sexy swing without over doing it, but in my head, it is a swagger and I look like I am drunk.

  As I begin to climb up the steps to the clubhouse. A voice shouts out, “Hold it there Baby Blu,” slipping up behind me, Inferno places his hands on my hips and gives me a quick kiss on the neck, before patting my ass. “Come on hurry up, the party’s already started.” At those words I give Inferno a dirty look.

  Cassie is at the door waiting for me and takes my coat from me. This is when is when I hear the low wolf whistle and do a little pirouette for my benefactor. Inferno, pulls me into his arms, to give me the longest hottest, wettest kiss that sets my pants ablaze. Gratification runs through my body and all I want to do is rub against Inferno, like a cat, curling myself round him to purr with contentment.

  “You like?” I tease him.

  “Oh babe, what’s there not to like” he wolfs grins at me.

  I am positive that my legs will not last much longer before they buckle from under me. The outfit that I have chosen for this evening, consists of, Fuck me heel shoes, black tights, a pair of short shorts, in a denim material and an electric blue slinky top and not an inch of cleavage in sight. Which is more than what be said for what some of the club whores are wearing. Their clothing attire appears to consist of their underwear with belts.

  Cassie escorts me over to the bar, with Inferno behind me at my heels.

  “Can I get you a beer honey?”

  Beer and I do not mix, with a shake of my head, I ask for water.

  “This lug,” as Cassie points to Linc, who is stood on her right, “As you know is my husband.” I remember Linc being a wild card and even now find it hard to believe that he is married to this beautiful woman. Soon the introductions are made, and after a while, I start to relax. Having lost my self-consciousness being around these a
lpha men with the way I am dressed.

  Dec takes me on to the dance floor and like his brother, he must have being stuck in manure as a child, as he reaches over six feet. The only difference between the brothers is that Dec has his hair cropped close, and a mustache and a goatee. While Tabby wears his red hair long and is clean-shaven, reminding me of a Celtic Warrior.

  As the night progress, I become aware that the party is turning wild. There are women dancing on the tables and the bar. A couple more are lying on another part of the bar. Their tops removed, having liquor poured onto their stomachs as the brothers lick contents up, making a meal of it.

  Due to the wild antics that have begun, I start to become a little embarrassed. A part of me wants to leave, while another part of me tells me to stop and to join in the frolics. With the hope of finding Inferno, I scrutinize the hall, finding him in what appears to be a deep conversation with Fudge. Reluctant to interrupt him, I search the room for Trax or Cassie, however she is in a tight clinch with Linc on the dance floor. While Trax appears to have his tongue down some girl’s throat. Wishing to escape, I reach for my phone to ring for a cab. Before I finish dialing, a hand reaches out, removing the phone out of my grasp.

  “Come on and dance with me,” before I can answer either way, I find myself on the dance floor wrapped in the arms of Inferno. He turns me round with my back cradled into his front, his hips pushing against mine, as one of his legs insinuated itself between mine. Wrapping his arms round my front as his fingers linger under my breasts, brushing across them softly. W sway to the music, his large erection rubbing against me. The pulse in my clit has started throb, responding to Inferno’s closeness. My nipples become hard from his lingering light touch, leaning further into him, my ass, rubs against his. I am so caught up in Inferno and his body, I forget where we are, wanting and needing to get closer to him.

  “Let’s go, Baby Blu, I’ve got to fuck you” On those words Inferno takes me to one of the rooms upstairs. No sooner is the door closed, he has me pushed up against the back, my shorts down to my knees and his cock is in me. As he thrust, he sucks on the pulse that is at the base of my throat and neck. I can feel him tugging on the flesh, making it pulse harder. As he holds my arms above my head, he keeps on thrusting into me. I cannot deny it, I liked it, liking it was not quite right, I loved it and my pussy is getting wet. The pulse under his lips is throbbing in time to the pulse at my pussy. Wanting to hook my legs round his hips, I try to shake my shorts further down, but they will not shift. He is so tight in me, I can feel myself clamping round him, sucking him in further.

  “You like that babe?”

  “Erm.”

  “What, tell me you like it or I’ll stop.”

  “Oh baby I like it, harder, push into me harder,” I beg.

  Nipping me on my throat “You telling me what to do?”

  “Yes, fuck me harder,”

  “I’m going to fuck you and eat you Baby Blu,” he grunts, pushing deeper into me.

  My body has become clammy as I heat up. While my breath is becoming shorter and shorter. In my climax, I bang my head against the door. My body is weak and is about to collapse.

  When Inferno take me to the bed, I push my shorts and pants down, I kick them off.

  “Face the headboard and kneel”

  Doing as I am instructed, I just get myself in to position, when again Inferno slams his big hard cock into me. I cling onto the headboard, my arms bent at the elbows, hoping for some kind of purchase. Inferno holds my hips and pulls my body towards his as he pushes into me, several more thrust and I am closer to the edge than I have been before.

  “Ready baby” Inferno, croons into my ear.

  Shaking my head into the pillows, to muffle my cries, I do not think I will ever be ready, I am not sure if I can take much more. With one hard final thrust, Inferno climaxes inside me. My body is shaking as I collapse on to the bed, my own climax having drained me. Inferno falls on top of me, and I am too tired to care or to move. I love having his body surrounding me and in me.

  Chapter 6

  Even though I am a wake, I do not open my eyes as I lie in the bed. My body is still humming after the night Inferno has given me. The heat of the of the morning sun as it warms the flesh on my face, reluctantly I open my eyes, stretching the kinks from my body. Inferno’s body extended across the bed as he sleeps. The warmth tickle of his breath. A soft flutter compared to the prickling sensation, the stubble of his chin as it scratches against my flesh. His arm slung across my waist, adding to my contentment.

  Unwilling as I am to disturb Inferno, I appraise the surrounding room. The bedroom furniture is basic, the door on the wardrobe battered from the constant slamming it has received over the years. The matching drawers come dresser showing its age. A ceiling with hairline cracks, in need of a lick of paint. On the drawers, Inferno has placed his keys, loose change, wallet and phone. The bathroom leading off to the right.

  From the weight of Inferno’s arm on my waist I become aware that my bladder is full and I am in need of the loo. This side of the bed is pushed up against the wall, and I need to climb over Inferno to make it to the bathroom.

  Carefully, I wiggle from under his arm and almost make it off the bed. Before the hard slap of flesh makes contact with my ass. An unexpected buzz reaches the core of my pussy, sending the pulse in my clit into a steady throb.

  “No time to play babe, I need to use the bathroom.”

  Entering the bathroom, another basic room, with its plain white porcelain sink, and dull toilet. A diminutive white tiled shower, in need or replacing. How Inferno fits in the cubicle is beyond my imagination. Thankfully there is no mildew or lime scale build up in in the bathroom.

  After using and flushing the loo, I switch the shower on, surprised there is a power shower. As the steam fills the cubicle, the glass door opens and Inferno joins me. His large body, pushing my smaller one against the shower wall.

  “Morning” he whispers before kissing me on the mouth, taking the cloth and the masculine shower product out of my hands. His cloth covered hand reaches down to my pussy, easing the ache, with his soft ministrations. Before long, my body is covered in soapy suds.

  Inferno spreads my legs a little more, cupping my ass in his large hands. As he positions himself, he slips his cock into me. With a slow thrust he begins a steady fuck in my pussy. My back leans against the cold cubicle tiles.

  I swear I’ll die from being over fucked the way he is always at me. As he slips in and out of my pussy, he takes my mouth in a soul-stealing kiss. His tongue mimicking the trusting of his cock, soft and gentle. As if he has all the time in the world, building up my anticipation. I need to cum, but is elusive. Inferno is holding back, building the tempo, then his fingers finds my clit and he flicks it, once, twice, three times, my release is all consuming. My head, light from lack of oxygen as my cheeks burn form my climax.

  As I step away from Inferno, my back hitting the wall of the cubicle. I draw in a deep breath, reaching for the soap as I begin to wash Inferno. The soap, gliding over his shoulders as I use a circular motion, my lips following the pattern of the soapy trail, as it slides down his body. I hear Inferno as he starts to groan, his body flinching as I move down to his pecs. To spread my hands and finger over the soft flesh, leaning forward as I take one of his brown nipples into my mouth. His cock, which I can feel against my stomach jerks suddenly. The sounds of Inferno’s groans, growing louder. His nipple is hard in my mouth as I give it a nip. While my hand plays with the other one, The buds becoming hard under my touch.

  He smells of musk and his skin is hot. His abs tighten as I continue to suck and bite his nipple. My tongue and mouth, moving from one to the other. Slowly, moving my mouth as I lower my body, dipping my tongue into his belly button. With my hands I grip his thighs. They feel like steel they are so tense. Inferno leans over me, his hands touching the shower wall for support. His face scrunched, as the touch of my hands bring him close to his release.

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