Hunter (The Devil's Dragons Motorcycle Club)

by Nikki Wild

  My mind went white with crippling satisfaction as my body clenched all over. I stiffened entirely as wave after wave of passionate bliss struck me, filling my head with a violent mix of orgasmic ecstasy…

  Grizz dropped the rhythm a few notches, but continued to fuck me. For his efforts, I withstood another quick orgasm before laying in bed, sweaty and spent, mere clay in his hands to mold as he pleased.

  Once I recovered, he took the opportunity to pull me onto all fours. With my knees spread wide for him and my ass up, Grizz plunged that massive cock into my wet pussy with strength renewed.

  I didn’t even have to beg – he reached forward and clenched a fistful of my hair, his other hand steadily on my hips. Riding me like a goddamn animal, the rippling muscles of the tank behind me thunderously fucked me harder than ever.

  He kept this up for longer than time can count, sometimes pulling my hair back to lift my back up against his chest, or shoving my face down into the pillows while he wrecked me from behind.

  Needless to say, I was going to be walking with a limp for at least a day…

  I managed to coerce him onto his back after a while, and mounted him from above. My fingers wrapped around his gigantic cock as I lowered my hips along it, guiding his steel rod into my wet, satisfied pussy.

  With my palms pressed flat against his massive, rock-hard chest, I rolled my hips harder and harder into his own. His hands were clamped around my waist, helping me rock in rhythm against his body as he met my tempo with his punishing thrusts.

  “God…” I murmured mindlessly.

  I felt his arrogant chuckle rumble in his chest as Grizz deviously grinned up at me. He was clamping his hands a little harder now, holding me locked into place as he took control of our movements together.

  “Even with me on top, you’ve gotta be in control,” I noted with a sly, half-lidded smile.

  “Would you want it any other way?”

  “Of course not,” I replied, before another hard thrust cut me off mid-laugh. “Especially not… when you can… do that…”

  “I can do it harder,” he teased with a groan. “As hard as you want…”

  My eyebrow rose.

  “Alright then. Hardest you’ve got.”

  “Think you can handle that?”

  I resisted the impulse to heavily moan when he brought me down around his cock again, harder than ever.

  “I know I can handle that.”

  “Well, in that case…”

  Grizz took a fistful of my hair and lowered my face down to his. I was laid out practically flat against him, straddling with a knee on either side. My biker lover wrapped his arms around my shoulders and locked me into place with his lips on mine.

  “Warned you,” he noted.

  Before I could respond, Grizz suddenly began bucking his hips against mine, ramming his thick cock against my inner bundle of nerves at just the right angle to drive me wild.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, goddammit fuck–”

  “You like that, baby?” He grunted.

  “Don’t stop,” I warned him between groans. “For the love of all that is good, don’t you dare fucking stop, Grizz Hawkins…”

  My body was alive with desire, my nerves almost crackling with anticipation. Compounding pleasure built up at my core, threatening to eclipse me yet again if it met the breaking point.

  All I could do was hold him close as he clenched his muscles around me, harder than ever. I’d never break free from his stiff, controlling grip, nor would I ever want to.

  My entire lifeblood and soul was surrendering to the intensity of our bond, our bodies melding together in a crushing display of power and submission.

  Because that’s what he made me do.

  Grizz made me submit.

  The best part was, it felt goddamn fantastic to finally let go with him.

  The bundle of pressure inside broke free, releasing every ounce of mounted tension in my veins. My body went rigid with this new, even harder string of intense orgasms, shaking within his grasp as I rode them all out.

  While I lost myself into a sea of groans and gasping declarations of pleasure, Grizz pistoned his hard, unyielding cock into my sopping pussy harder and harder, finally burrowing inside as hard as it could go.

  With a great, powerful, gasping grunt that shook him to the core, I felt Grizz release rope after rope of steaming hot seed inside me. The condom practically seared within my walls, filled with a mighty load that challenged my understanding of sex biology.

  His grip finally released me, his massive arms dropping to either side. I felt his hard cock stay hard inside as we were left with what we had finally done together again.

  A few moments of panting together later, I finally pulled myself free from the thick tool, rolling onto my side against him.

  “That was better…”

  “Better?” I asked.

  “…Than I remembered.”

  “Oh yeah?” I snuggled up to him.

  “Yeah…”

  I could feel how his heavy, statuesque chest rose and fell, heaving with power in the aftermath of our intense love. His heart was happily and firmly beating away, pumping against my head as I lowered my cheek to his sweaty skin.

  “That was amazing,” I murmured.

  “Couldn’t agree more.”

  We lay like that together for a short while – naked, sweaty, our heads rushing with post-sex brain chemicals.

  “I don’t ever want to leave your side again,” he finally spoke.

  “No?” I lifted my head.

  “No,” Grizz repeated. “It was a mistake the first time. It cost me so much. But now I have you back again…”

  “What about your club?” I asked.

  He didn’t respond.

  “Grizz, you’re here to do a job,” I reminded my lover. “How long are you supposed to be in New Orleans?”

  “Open-ended,” he answered.

  “And what does that mean?”

  “Months, probably. There’s no telling. Was hoping to come home early, had things lined up to wrap up quickly… didn’t pan out.”

  “So, you’re probably here for as far ahead as you can see, then. The foreseeable future.”

  “Yeah. Something like that.”

  I lowered my head back down to his chest. “Good. That means that we’ve got plenty of time to figure things out.”

  He sounded tired, sad even. “I have obligations to my people. I can’t forget that… But I’m making you a part of my life.”

  I smiled. I liked the conviction in his voice with that second half there.

  I felt Grizz nod to himself.

  He was lost in thought.

  I wanted him back, tugged away from that distant place in his mind – back here with me.

  “In the meantime,” I smirked, tracing the muscles of his arm with a fingernail, “you can fuck me like that every night. Sounds like a plan to me… how about you?”

  His fingers brushed through my hair, and I knew he was smiling.

  “Think I can work with that.”

  “Good,” I grinned as I leaned up and planted my lips on his. “Because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer…”

  Seventeen

  Mudflap

  One Month Later

  Happy with the light at the end of my cigarette, I snapped my lucky zippo shut with a cool, quick wrist flick.

  Southern summer nights being what they are, the night was hotter and muggier than Satan’s asshole.

  The heat was a bitch and a half, but the mosquitos are what you really gotta worry about. Pesky winged fuckers were out in full bloom. After a few solid drags, though, the cigarette smoke was running overtime at keeping the annoying little pricks away.

  But I was a Louisiana boy, through and through. Little bit of late night sweat and ‘skeeters never did me anything rough.

  That runaway bitch, on the other hand…

  “Yo, Mudflap!”

  I turned my head, swatting at a little buzz ne
ar my ear. Tread was stumbling out of the roadside bar, a goofy look on his face.

  “The boss says we gon’ hit the road in fifteen minutes. You ready?”

  I pulled another drag of my fresh cigarette, blowing a quick bit of smoke. “I dunno, asshole. Do I look ready?”

  Tread scratched the back of his head, a dumb look plastered across that stupid face of his. He was a loyal fucker, no doubt about it, but my old buddy had the brains of a goddamn brick.

  “I… dunno! Maybe!”

  I waved the cigarette in front of his face. “No, dipshit! I ain’t ready yet! I’m just out the shitter and lit this motherfucker less than a minute ago!”

  Tread plainly looked confused.

  I just shook my head.

  “Gimme five, and I’ll be back inside. Gotta think, you know? Clear my head, away from you asswipes.”

  “Well, alrighty Mudflap,” he smiled dopily. He paused for a moment before looking around suspiciously, then leaning forward to whisper: “I think the lady up front likes me.”

  I glanced over his shoulder through the door as some local fuckers walked out. The pretty little blond hostess smiled after them, but looked bored as the door started closing.

  Heh.

  I could certainly think of a few things to liven up her night. Daresay that most of them involved my big cock buried in that pretty little ass of hers.

  “Maybe she does like you, Tread!” I chuckled. “You want some of that pretty blond poontang?”

  “Uh-huh!”

  I slipped my arm ‘round his shoulder and took another quick drag. “Well, c’mere and I’ll tell you a big secret, pal.

  “You go back in there, you offer to tell her a secret, and when she’s got that cute little ear real close… you tell her you want her to gag on your cock.”

  “That… that don’t sound right, Mudflap…” Tread looked real confused, staring me down all suspicious-like.

  “Nah, man, chicks dig it. But you’d better be quick. We’re leaving soon, yeah?”

  “Well… okay then!”

  I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw him stumble in, putting on his most dignified look, and whispering in her ear.

  3… 2… 1…

  WHAM!

  “Stupid fucker!” I laughed, watching the door slip shut as the dumb bastard covered his cheek with a hand.

  At least it was some entertainment.

  Happy with the way that’d turned out, I took another drag of the stress stick between my lips. My eyes wandered to the nearest window, and I briefly peered in as I had a quick little think on things.

  The rest of the Bayou Boys were finishing up their sloppy barbecue burgers and chicken wings at a ten-top table. It’d been a good fucking meal, but I’d always been a real snappy eater.

  Right in the middle of the club sat the big guy himself – Gridlock, the heavyset Bayou Boys president.

  The guy was nothing real special, but he commanded respect, and he knew how to whip up a disciplined operation. Ever since I was a junior high dropout, his Bayou Boys had been the real law in Lafayette.

  Sure, the cops had their turn, and the university kind of meant it was mostly a college town, but when the Boys were back in town, shit got real.

  I’d always looked up to ‘em, and getting to be one of them was a fucking dream come true. No more spinning tire irons at the shitty little auto shop up the road from my trailer. Not anymore!

  Well…

  Okay, so I still did the mechanic thing.

  And maybe Lafayette really listened to the cops after all.

  But whatever.

  I was in a fucking motorcycle club, man!

  Of course, the crew wanted into the deal too. I was a smart guy, and Gridlock was a man who listened to reason, yeah? I laid it all out for him, and he saw things my way.

  And now we were junior club interns!

  Whatever the fuck that means.

  Sounds real fancy, though.

  Funny how things wound up kind of tied together, though. My woman getting all icy on me, giving me the cold shoulder. I thought we were happy together, but she’s gotta start yapping about drinking problem this and I’m not in the mood that…

  Before I could make her see sense, this biker prick comes from out of town, thinking he owns the fucking place…? I gave him the old one-two and sent him packin’, but he didn’t get the fucking memo.

  And then, the asshole gets the wild hair up his ass to kidnap my woman?

  Naw, man.

  Mudflap don’t roll that way.

  But then, after I tried to convince the boss that we needed to go after ‘em, he was being a bitch of a stick-up-the-ass about it.

  He got real salty for a minute. ‘Why the hell should I chase after your stupid bitch if she’s run the fuck away? Use a tighter leash next time!’

  Knowing he kind of had a beef, I mentioned the whole Devil’s Dragons thing, and hoo boy, did Gridlock change his tune real fuckin’ fast.

  After that, he was callin’ up friends out of town, putting out the word, and bringing down Heaven Almighty to get the scoop on where those fuckers went.

  Whatever it took.

  I just wanted my baby safe.

  Safe and on her knees for me.

  Turns out, the kidnapping sonuvabitch took his hostage on vacation down to good old New Orr-leeans. Friend running a bar in Metarie gave a positive ID on a biker with that patch and a hot babe, both sounding like our missing prey.

  See, that confused the piss out of me, because I thought those assholes lived out in the desert. Guess I just walloped him a bit too good and knocked the sense of direction right the fuck out of him.

  Didn’t matter.

  We rallied the troops and hit the road. Boss stopped for dinner, because he said he didn’t march into battle on an empty fuckin’ stomach.

  Speakin’ of the Devil himself…

  Gridlock threw the doors open, marching out under the night. I dropped my cigarette and snuffed it out under a boot as he walked past.

  “Time to go, punk,” he growled.

  The pack of Bayou Boys followed him out, and I fell into line with them. They were all a-whoopin’ and a-hollerin’, eager to hit the road and get their hands on this Devil’s Dragon fuck.

  And so was I.

  I knew I was gonna get my chance.

  Felt like motherfuckin’ fate that we’d see each other again, and this time? This time, I’d be fuckin’ ready to lay the smackdown.

  Only a matter of time before I had that miserable little shit beggin’ for his goddamn life. Then, the prick would get exactly what was comin’ to him…

  A bullet in the fucking head.

  Eighteen

  Kate

  As the weeks had worn on, it was pretty safe to say that Grizz and I were working out damn well. We had fallen into the routine of an old married couple.

  Well, an old married couple that still had mind-blowing sex...

  Neither of us said a word about the possibility that we’d be broken apart down the line. There was a fictional line drawn in the sand on that one, and we weren’t willing to cross that topic.

  Maybe pretending that everything was going to stay fine was a bit naïve.

  It had taken us a while to get to the point where we could fuck again without mentally breaking each other, so yeah. As far as the two of us were concerned, the future was a Big Scary Place™. It could just stay far ahead of us and leave us none the wiser.

  While I’d picked up a little bartending gig just to keep myself occupied and make a little extra money, Grizz spent most of his days working armed protection for a couple of new contacts in New Orleans.

  The first week, he was just a big guy with a gun, but now he was an enforcer for a smaller organization that fronted a few of the riverfront operations.

  He worked late some nights, but so did I. Sometimes, I’d wander back home past 2AM, while he’d be in a couple of hours later.

  By that point, I’d be showered and waiting p
atiently. When he was back, I’d let him clean up, I’d rub down his shoulders and lower back, and then go down on the guy like a horny teenager.

  The sex had started off great and only become more amazing. Grizz and I grew even closer in our comfort, and we opened up to each other about lives, our sexual tastes, and anything that came to mind.

  A month in the sack together, and we spared no secrets from one another.

  Grizz told me bedtime stories from his past as we went to sleep at night, our bodies exhausted and sweaty.

  But his stories weren’t about trickster elves or funny animals, teaching children well-seated morals.

  Grizz’s stories were about battling renegade clubs and dastardly drug dealers, about overthrowing thieves’ unions and thwarting assault rifle smugglers, about uniting a network of criminals into a force for good in the desert…

  Every night, he had another story to tell. It was always something that kept me on the edge of my seat, and it would always seem like hope was lost, but he and his Devil’s Dragons would come through in the end.

  “There’s no way all of this is true,” I told him after the end of his latest story. “Not without losing men here and there…”

  “We have lost our own,” Grizz told me. “Been getting lucky these last few times. At least ten good men have died in the line of fire in the last seven years.”

  “Jesus…” I was shocked. “How?”

  “It’s a life where everyone has a gun, and some people get trigger-happy,” Grizz replied solemnly. “Club rivalries went wrong. Targets fought back. Some armed protection contracts went sideways.”

  “You talk about it so matter-of-factly.”

  “When you wear the leathers, you have to know the game,” he spoke somberly. “Putting on the club emblem doesn’t make you a hard-ass, Kate… the wrong place, the wrong people, it makes you a target.”

  “Never thought of it like that.”

  “People don’t. We’ve turned away good men who didn’t get it. Plenty of people sharp with a shooter have failed to impress Hunter because they had the wrong attitude and the wrong motivations. They were gonna get themselves killed out there… Maybe even drag some of the rest of us down with them.”