Victory Rising

by Blaine, Destiny

  Tigger grabbed hold of Cara’s head. He humped her face and hollered out, “Cara! Oh God, now! Cara! Ah fuck, baby. There you go, honey. Swallow. Oh yessss! There it is. Hmm…”

  For a split second, Devon was envious. The soft-white drizzle of Tigger’s release covered Cara’s cheek as she nuzzled him.

  Cara doused her skin in Tigger’s come. She turned her head from side to side, moaning as Tigger grunted and rubbed his cock against her face. Stuffing her fingers into that well-visited cunt, Cara fingered herself.

  Devon immediately studied Victory, turned on by the way her eyes followed Cara’s hand. Perhaps Victory didn’t enjoy having a woman in her bed, but she definitely liked watching other women. The proof was on her glistening pussy lips.

  Throwing the lever into a full stop, Devon leaned over Victory once again. Gripping the end of her adult toy, he fucked her with the artificial dick, working the shaft in between her folds, moving the gadget in and out of her slick pussy and enjoying the way her expression changed as he fucked her with more and more enthusiasm.

  “Can you come for me, Victory?” he rasped, his mouth at her ear.

  Her breathing became ragged. Her eyes were hooded. Her mouth fell open and a moan slipped from her lips. Then, came an outright pleasurable scream.

  Good Lord, the woman had some lungs. His cock lengthened. His balls were weighted down with his need for release.

  “Devon! Fuck!” Victory yelled, her pussy accepting the toy with more ease. Her body clenched and closed around the dildo. Devon wiggled the shaft higher inside her channel, excited by how well she responded.

  Had he ever seen a more beautiful woman in the throes of her pleasure, so well provoked by his perverse way of training? Fully restrained, she couldn’t sway with too much force either way—front to back, or side to side.

  His cock hardened, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He realized then, she was definitely the end of his road, the woman he’d always known would inevitably change his life, his passions, and his goals.

  Victory was like a dream come true. Her body was responsive. Manual and visual stimulation made her practically grovel, but he noticed something else, a much more important factor.

  When she came, she looked at him with adoring eyes. Acceptance lingered in her gaze. His name was upon her lips.

  In that moment, Devon was hooked. He was determined to make her his, and while he’d taken what he wanted in round one, he wanted her total compliance before they proceeded.

  How she reacted to his wishes would tell a story, determine their fate, and definitely seal their destiny. Could she trust him enough? If not, could he resist her enough to love her once and send her on her way?

  “You want me to what?” Victory’s voice rose several octaves. She was breathless, trying to find her balance, and now, he wanted more?

  “Make a movie,” Devon said calmly.

  She wasn’t sure if she had anything more to give. Her pussy felt hot. A tingling sensation spiraled through her channel. She was experiencing mini-orgasms, and here Devon was…trying to figure out how and where he wanted to play next!

  Cara and Tigger relaxed on the bed. Tigger draped his arm around Cara’s shoulders as she rested her chin on her clasped hands, using his belly for support.

  “It’s not that big of a deal,” Cara said. “You’ve already acted out in front of us.”

  “No, I didn’t.”

  Cara grunted. “If you say so. I could see your pulsing pussy from here.”

  “Are you bi?” Victory asked.

  Cara rose to an upright position and grinned. “Hardly, honey. If you want sex both ways, I suggest you go back to the whorehouse from which you came.”

  “Here, here, now, ladies,” Devon said, completing the task of freeing Victory.

  “Are you trying to insult me?” Victory asked.

  “No, honey. I’m teasing. You’d better get used to it. No one over here particularly likes the gals over the hill, and I’m not talking age matters, for the record.”

  “Of course not,” Victory said, waggling her brows.

  “You’re learning, kiddo,” Cara said, taking the jab all in stride. She straddled Tigger. “Are you horny, baby?”

  Tigger growled. “What do you think, vixen?”

  Cara stuck her tongue in Tigger’s mouth, and they seemed to forget they had an audience. Tigger placed his hands on Cara’s waist and lifted her above him, licking her pussy with a reverent tongue before releasing her.

  “Is this typical behavior for this club?” Victory asked, wondering if Sassy and Logan participated in these group activities.

  Tigger caressed Cara like she deserved his complete attention. She probably expected it.

  “I believe she’s camera shy,” Cara crooned, apparently noticing how Victory eyed the photography equipment.

  “I don’t see that,” Tigger said, addressing Cara before answering Victory. “And yes. This is the norm around here.”

  “What do you want me to do exactly?” Victory asked.

  “I want Gaylord to know you’re here of your own free will,” Devon said.

  “You want to make a sex tape.”

  “The camera and pod gave him away, huh?” Cara drawled, her laughing muffled when she buried her face in Tigger’s stomach and crawled lower.

  Victory ignored her and gave Devon her undivided attention. “Why is this important to you?”

  Devon rubbed his lips together. “I want Gaylord, Damsel, and anyone else over at that Godforsaken clubhouse to know. You belong to Devon Kardashian, and the chances of the Devil’s Angels ever getting you back are slim to none, with an emphasis on none.”

  Chapter Six

  Logan had been waiting for Devon to reappear and he’d yet to show his face. After keeping an eye on the club’s security, Logan had begun to miss his own woman. He’d had reason enough to think about her. The entire club had been echoing with the sounds of sex.

  He’d dismissed the notion of returning to his room several times, fearing Sassy wouldn’t shelf their earlier discussion. She had thrown a fit about the sex tape in current production because he’d screwed up in a major way. He’d made the mistake of grumbling about his forthcoming assignment as the appointed delivery guy.

  “Why do you have to take the tape?” Sassy asked, questioning Logan the second he entered the bedroom.

  “Devon trusts me,” Logan replied, tossing his leather jacket to the settee in the corner. Since she’d moved into the clubhouse, Sassy had taken it upon herself to redecorate his room and rearrange his life. And he loved her more than he did the hour before.

  Sassy frowned. “If he only knew what you planned to do with that tape, he wouldn’t be hell bent on making you the messenger.”

  “I’m not interested in watching Devon and Victory on DVD.” She was so cute when she was jealous.

  “Of course not. Why watch a recorded video when all you have to do is wait for another club member homecoming? Then, you can take a front row seat in the main bar.”

  A smile tugged at his lips. “You’re precious.”

  “Don’t patronize me,” she warned him, crossing her arms.

  “Don’t tempt me,” he remarked, staring at her breasts. “I have an hour to kill before I meet up with Gaylord.”

  “I don’t like it, Logan. Gaylord hates you. After he watches that DVD, he’ll be enraged. He’ll want blood. He’ll kill you.”

  “Trust me when I tell you, you’re wrong.”

  “How do you know? You saw him out there today. If you didn’t pay attention, I did. While Cara and Victory were arguing, I caught a glimpse of what went on between the two of you. When you pointed that shotgun at his head, rage settled in his eyes. He had the look of a natural born killer, Logan. A man only behaves that way when he’s looking for revenge or he’s a man in love, searching for a way to protect what he covets as his own.”

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, unwilling to discuss Gaylord with Sassy. He’d alread
y put her in enough danger. The less she knew, the less likely the club would hold her accountable if and when his cover was blown. After several years deep undercover, it was only a matter of time before the lid slid off the pot and hell’s trouble began its rampant boil.

  “Don’t flirt,” she said, waving her finger in front of his face.

  He grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, sucking her index finger between his lips. “Don’t deny me.”

  Sassy took a deep breath and focused on the slender digit disappearing in between his lips. “Logan.”

  “Hmm?” he asked, twirling his tongue around the knobby flesh.

  “You’re making me horny.”

  “That’s the whole idea, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her body over his as he stretched out on the bed.

  His mouth smothered hers in a heated kiss. He thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth, flipping those long red locks away from her lovely face and keeping his eyes wide, certain if he blinked, he might miss some of the best moments in life.

  “There,” he rasped. “See, you’re feeling better already.”

  She reached down the length of his body and grabbed hold of his denim-clad cock. Stroking him through the material, she crooned, “We’re not done with this conversation.”

  He smiled to himself and switched positions, tucking her under his body and yanking her pants down to her knees as he settled himself between her thighs. “Shh,” he said, blowing a steady stream of air over her pussy. “We can discuss business later. Right now, I have better things to see and do.”

  * * * *

  Devon was making Victory believe in something she’d never considered. Somewhere between dying and going to heaven and her current reality, Victory lost her mind, not to mention her heart.

  Devon was everything she’d hoped for and more. He tossed her legs over his back and glanced up before positioning himself between her thighs. With his thumb pressed against her clit, he rolled the tender point, claiming her intimate lips like he’d just kissed her mouth. Slowly and affectionately, he worked his tongue between her slick folds as if he were French kissing her pussy, licking his way into the heart of a woman.

  She gripped the bed sheets with balls of material clenched tightly in her hands, noticing how white her knuckles were, how numb her fingers felt. Her legs were spread as wide as they could part, and she was so lost in the experience, she temporarily forgot about their audience—future and present.

  Cara and Tigger frolicked on a nearby sofa. Oral favors had been exchanged before Tigger mounted her. The sounds of sex filled the room as Cara and Tigger came together in the missionary position, Tigger rearing back and driving forward. His cock disappeared inside her, plunging deeper with every stroke.

  As any normal, and quite curious, woman might do, Victory watched them, wondering if their presence there served a greater purpose. Were they swingers? Were they even a couple? Did Devon want to swap at some point? Was he anticipating an orgy?

  Her mind churned with possibilities as her legs tightened against Devon’s head. She rose and fell with the building excitement, her pussy clenching around Devon’s tongue as he forced his way inside her, licking through her channel and wiggling deeper.

  On the brink of an orgasm, Victory threw her weight forward, sitting up all at once. “Come here.”

  Devon’s lopsided smile proved she’d played right into his hand. She sounded like a desperate woman, a lady who’d been here before and knew what the upcoming fuck held in store.

  Running his large hand over his erection, Devon pumped his cock. With three fingers massaging the underside of his penis, he stroked the top with his thumb, dragging the pad over the slit.

  Holding his tongue at the corner of his mouth, he motioned for her. Rising to her knees, she knelt in front of him.

  “God, you’re sexy, woman.”

  “Backatcha.” She smiled, noticed the red light on the camera and realized how it might later appear to anyone viewing their performance. She probably looked as if she were grinning for the camera, but the truth was, she only had eyes for Devon, for the man she’d long since decided stilled her heart, whet her whistle, and warmed her in all the right places.

  She leaned forward, on a search for a heated kiss. He held his head away from her, stretching back and watching her as if he realized what his hot gaze could do.

  Her pussy was damp. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles. And if he didn’t fuck her soon, she might have to join Cara and Tigger.

  She glanced at her potential targets, now writhing against one another, only a few seconds shy of being completely spent. On second thought, those two weren’t an option. In fact, she had a pretty good feeling, regardless of their provocative and somewhat rocky start, once Devon laid her down, he would own her heart.

  Devon should’ve been reprimanded for his goals. He should’ve stopped short of pursuing them. Down deep, he didn’t want to exploit Victory. He didn’t want to trash what they could potentially have in the future, but there he was, acting like the shoe fit. He was the charter president of one of the most notorious motorcycle clubs in the South, and because of his position, he wanted a surefire guarantee, an understanding of sorts. He wanted to make sure everyone knew the truth. Victory came to his clubhouse on her own accord.

  He wanted Gaylord to see their joining and understand. Victory would soon become his old lady. This wasn’t a new idea or a last-minute decision. And he’d known because of their limited past, the two of them would come together like a magnetic force, inseparable from the start.

  Since the day Damsel Road had been dragged away in handcuffs and Victory had stood up to him, ready to fight for the lives Damsel had already taken or destroyed, Devon had known. He wanted that woman. He needed Victory beside him.

  In the MC, it was rare when a club member found a girl worthy of the colors he permitted her to wear. The brotherhood needed partners in life. Members ready to settle down often sought out a girlfriend or wife who would stand next to him one minute, ride behind him the next, and be the first to take a sudden leap ahead, prepared to tell the world how much she loved him.

  True difficulty existed when one of them tried to find a submissive woman who was as strong as she was subservient, as willful as she was obedient. The MC couldn’t find many women like Victory. The closest he’d seen had been Sassy Road, and she belonged to Logan.

  “Let me see you twirl those pretty nipples,” he crooned, nipping at her bottom lip and avoiding an outright kiss.

  Victory fingered the diamond-shape buds. Her breath hitched in her lungs as her chest rose and fell. “Like this?”

  “Yes. That’s real nice, sugar.”

  She cupped his neck and drew him forward. Right before their mouths met, she said, “Let me kiss you, Sir. Please, Devon. May I?”

  “Go ahead, sub,” he said, arching a brow when he addressed her.

  She never flinched, acting as if she didn’t even realize he’d addressed her as his submissive. Her fingers latched around his locks, and she gently tugged at the strands.

  “Hmm,” he whispered, enjoying her mouth on his. She’d lit another spark, found another flame to fan. Good God, he loved a woman who didn’t hesitate to pull his hair, who liked to play rough and took as well as she gave.

  “You love that, don’t you, Sir?”

  The scattered chill bumps across his arms surely gave him away. What he enjoyed more was her willingness to submit to him, her eagerness to take her newfound position and serve him well. Oh yes, he couldn’t wait to shower her with his affection, dote on her like she deserved.

  “You did like that, right, Sir?”

  “You know I did,” he said, aware of the eyes watching them.

  Apparently, her question had captured their audience’s complete attention, providing an additional reason to give them the floor. They were the focal point.

  The activity behind them came to an abrupt halt after agonizing seconds of promises
and threats, swearing and cursing. Tigger must’ve had more stamina than a few hundred Olympians, and Cara either experienced numerous multiple orgasms or she was the biggest faker this side of a counterfeit dollar bill.

  At the moment, Devon didn’t care if they observed or left. As far as he was concerned, their presence there no longer mattered. They’d served their purpose, initiated a new broad who would never be passed around or enjoyed by others. In fact, this was it. He had no intentions of allowing anyone else inside their bedroom again.

  He had already acknowledged an unsettling need rising inside him. He wanted to protect and hold Victory, shield her from the world. And yet here he was, ready to make love, prepared to fuck her and what? Give a few deserving men a glimpse of what they were missing? Show the competition what kind of leader he was, or perhaps just prove to the Angels that Victory apparently thought he was the better man and the Heroes and Rogues stood as the better club? And what purpose would that really serve?

  Victory framed his face. She brushed her lips over his then kissed him hard, carefully raking her thumbs over the texture of his mouth before dipping her tongue between his lips. She drew him into a full throttle kiss, twirling her tongue around and around.

  Her kiss was like a direct hit of electricity and more potent than any drink of expensive whiskey. One peck, and he was staggering like a man without direction, a fellow who’d lost his senses, almost all of his control.

  He bunched her hair in his hands, returning the kiss as if they were on stage auditioning for a part, rehearsing for a debut film certain to gain at least one interested viewer, but he couldn’t help himself. He had the option of dragging her away from the camera but there were motives, ulterior ones overshadowing his better intentions.

  This was their first time together. He wanted to celebrate their moment by filming the beginning, regardless of who sat and observed their affair at a later date.