Two Sides of Noelle: MC Romance (Demon Rebels MC Book 2)

by Rayne O'Gara

  “Caveman, yes, baby, so good.” Whimpers, moans, screams. I give it all as my body clenches and I fall into orgasm.

  Chapter Three

  Noelle

  That. Was. Incredible.

  Holy shit.

  “Thank you,” I mumble down into Caveman’s smirking face. My brain is short-circuiting.

  “Aww, so fucking polite, Sweet Thang.” Wood laughs and I swish my hand out at him trying to find skin to land my slap. What, that was one hell of an orgasm, the man needs to be freaking thanked. I turn to look at Wood and smirk at him, my feistiness coming back now that the ice breaking nerves are gone.

  “You blew pretty fast, can fuck for hours? Maybe not so much. Figured you were just all talk.” His smile grows bigger and Caveman snorts as he sits up. Why do I all of a sudden feel like I’m about to be in big trouble?

  “Oh, baby, I didn’t mean I could go consecutively for hours. But I will fuck you for hours. My recovery time is only minutes. Just came so hard down your throat and I’m ready to really fuck you good now.” I look down at his already hard and throbbing cock in awe. Oh shit. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.

  “Now, I’m gonna sit back against the couch and jack off while Caveman fucks you into the floor, there will be plenty of opportunities for him to watch us fuck later.” My breath hitches at the thought of being watched. “Fuck yeah you like that. I knew there was a dirty side to you underneath all that prim.”

  “Prim?” I question and look over to my discarded sheath dress. “You thought I was prim in that dress?”

  He snorts and rolls his eyes before kicking off his pants and leaning back against my brown rent-to-own couch. “Your clothes have nothing to do with it. The shy but aroused way you look at me. The scolding you gave your friend for being blunt. The blushes and nervousness in your car. Those things told me prim. Now the hidden shit you weren’t even aware of? That told me about the caged up dark passionate side of you.”

  Well, I, okay then.

  “No more talking, I’m ready for my show.” He cuts off any words that were about to spill from my open mouth. I don’t know what I was going to say exactly, I’m a little caught off guard. What was I noticing about these two while he noticed all of that about me? How hot they were? How badly I wanted to sleep with them?

  Holy shit am I really that shallow? Was I so caught up in the one night of sex that I just pushed them in the ‘live cock’ box inside my head. I feel really shitty right now.

  I look at Caveman, really look at him this time. His nakedness distracts me for a moment before pulling myself together onto my new path. I stare into his eyes and sit up onto my knees in front of him. He watches me, he always seems to be watching me. Has said only one word to me this whole time. Obviously not a talker. Intense. An alpha kind of man. May not say much, but commands respect all the same. A military man from the few insignia tattoos on his bulky arms. He watches me still, as I watch him. It’s like we’re stuck in a trance. What is he thinking behind those dark eyes?

  Not able to resist the temptation to touch his lightly hair covered chest, I slide my hand up to his shoulder, thick neck, to brush my fingertips across his cheekbone. His eyes close for an instant before popping back open. Large hands clench at my hips and pull me up into his arms. His mouth crashes onto mine in a possessive yet gentle exploration. The feel of his tongue sliding against mine has me moaning into his mouth. His hands slide across my body to rest onto my ass before I’m being lifted even higher.

  I lose his mouth but am rewarded when it finds my peaked breast. My nipple is sucked deep into his mouth, the zing of desire heats my pussy. My nipple is released with a pop before he slowly lowers me down his taunt stomach. My clit rasps across each defined ab muscle as I slide down. I inhale a quick gasp of air when the thick blunt head of his cock pushes at my core’s entrance. With me already dripping wet, I rotate my hips and toss my head back at the exquisite pleasure and stretching pain as his cock sinks deeper and deeper inside me. So thick. So hot. So fucking hard.

  I slide down to the base of his cock and look back up into his eyes. This position placing us almost eye to eye, our mouths separated by only a fraction of space. My arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling us even closer. His eyes close on a groan before his face burrows into the side of my neck, his hot wet tongue licking my skin, teeth nipping at my sensitive flesh.

  I squeeze my inner muscles around his hard shaft making him groan again, the vibrations from his chest buzz along my nipples. His heart galloping, pounding, I can feel the beat in my own chest. His teeth bite down on the muscle of my neck hard, I know there will be marks tomorrow and I revel in it.

  A whimper spills from my lips causing his head to pull back until our eyes are meeting once again. A hand leaves my ass to cup my face, his thumb running across my cheek bone in a mimic of my earlier caress. “What do you need?” We are so close his voice rumbles into me and I clench his cock again.

  “Harder, faster, more.” My lips brush his with my whispered pleas. Caveman wastes no time in giving me what I want. I’m lifted high by the pure strength of his arms. His hips pick up speed and soon he is pounding into me furiously. Our bodies slapping together with every thrust. So close, so close.

  “Slow down, Caveman.” The order from Wood comes from directly behind me. I pull my head away from his shoulder and beg into his eyes.

  “No, no, no. Please, so close.” He slows his pace and I almost cry at the death of my orgasm.

  “Shhh, Sweet Thang. Don’t worry, we will get you there. I just don’t wanna come in my hand when your body is open to us. Is your body open?” Wood murmurs into my ear and I feel my orgasm gaining speed again from Caveman’s still deep thrusting cock.

  “Yes.” I am open for them.

  “Good, because I need you open. I’ve had this incredible mouth,” Wood’s hands wrap into my hair and pulls my head back to seal our mouths together in our first kiss. His tongue is wild against mine. Teeth clash. Lips bruise at the fierceness before he pulls away. His finger slips deep into my open mouth and I greedily suck it deeper before he pulls it away. “Caveman is fucking that pussy nice and good, isn’t he?”

  He really wants an answer? Have my moans, begging, and screams not been enough for him? “Yes, so good.”

  “Are you open? Because you know what hole that leaves for me to fuck so good?” His question is answered by his probing finger against my dark hole. The tingle of pleasure from his finger and sweet anticipation have me screaming.

  “Yes, God yes, please fuck my ass so good, Wood.”

  “Fuck!” Caveman growls at my words and strong pulses from his cock send me into orgasm. I feel his cum filling up the condom and wish there was nothing separating us from the hot splash of his completion.

  Gasping and twitching I try to come down from my peak when I’m pulled off Caveman’s lap and put down onto my knees. I lean over and wrap my hands around Caveman’s heaving waist to brace myself, waiting for Wood to make his move.

  One, two, three quick thrusts of his glorious cock into my oversensitive pussy coats his length in my juices. “Let me in, Noelle,” Wood growls over my shoulder and I feel the blunt head of his dick push into my back hole. My tight inner ring of muscles relax and lets him through. Fire, stretching, pain mixed with so…much…pleasure, hits me with a force so strong I am sent into another climax. My body is on overdrive. More pleasure than I have ever felt in my entire lifetime swarms me all at once. Rung out and limp, I can’t move. All I can do is ride the wonderful feel of Wood’s cock thrusting in and out of my ass.

  “So tight. Fuck yeah. I’m not going to last long in this tight hole. So hot she’s burning my fucking cock. Caveman, do it.”

  Do what? My mind wonders sleepily. Thick fingers flick push against my clit, sending sparks through me all over again. “Come with me, Sweets,” Wood orders before his thrusting becomes maniacal. Out of control. I shake my head, I can’t, not another one. There’s nothing left.

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��Don’t tell me no! Fucking come!” Caveman’s fingers push deep inside my sore pussy and the heal of his palm pushes against my abused clit. He leans closer, looking into my eyes before bending to my ear.

  “Come for us, Noelle.”

  I do. I do so hard. My eyes widen in surprise as my body shakes from this new powerful orgasm.

  “Yes, squeeze me tighter. I’m coming, baby.” Wood thrusts once, twice, three times more before pulling out. We all three seem to collapse onto the floor, our bodies touching, but not moving. I have no strength. No energy.

  “We should clean up.” Caveman’s gruff voice comes from my left and I grunt at him.

  “She’s right, later. We’re going to get all sweaty again anyway,” Wood says and I grunt at him too. There is no fucking way. There is no way I could possibly have sex again for at least a month. They have wiped me clean out. “Yeah you’re right, Sweets. We should eat first.” Wood chuckles and I find the strength to roll my eyes. He is going to be the death of me. I’m not going to live past tonight.

  But damn what a way to go.

  Chapter Four

  Noelle

  The swirls of magnificent colors start to fade away into darkness as I wake. Synapses in my brain start to fire, pulling me into awareness of my body, my surroundings. My soft pillow top mattress covered in sleep warm sheets. My cream colored walls meet my eyes when I slowly open them. My body so satisfied and, ow, sore. I haven’t felt this incredible in longer than I can remember. Had any lover ever made me feel this complete the morning after? Honest answer is no. How many times did I actually orgasm last night? I couldn’t keep track they were coming on me so fast. Wood really wasn’t kidding about his recovery time.

  After eating we made use of my table and chairs. Then again in the living room. Oh and in the shower. My giggle slips free at the memory of when Wood’s foot slipped on the slippery tile of my walk-in shower. He landed on the built in seat in the corner, his eyes wide in surprise before busting out into laughter. He shrugged his shoulders before stroking his still erect cock, winking at me, then saying, “While I’m down here,” his hand snaked out and grabbed my hip before pulling me bodily over to him, placing my foot next to his hip on the seat and diving mouth first into my pussy like a man starved. His laughter still ringing out but muffled by my labia. The vibrations sent me from humor to throbbing with need. Caveman slipped up behind me, his hands cupping my breasts making things extremely serious.

  We finally made it to my large bed and true to Wood’s words, Caveman did get his turn to watch Wood and I together. His eyes half lidded and filled with satisfaction. Caveman would occasionally stroke me with his large hands, ramping up my arousal to an eleven, but he didn’t try to join in in any other way. After screaming out more orgasms, I fell limply down to the bed after Wood climaxed and moved away to take care of another used condom. Thankfully, Caveman pulled me up from the edge of the bed and into his side wrapping me loosely into his arms, because there was no way in Heaven or Hell that I was going to move. Nope, I was so wrung out I could barely work my eyelid muscles, my eyes stayed closed. Wood joined us on the bed, snuggling up against my back, which was weird having both of them so cuddly toward me, but I didn’t contemplate any of that. In seconds I succumbed to the darkness of sleep.

  Turning my head one way then the next, the steel band wrapped around my diaphragm eased away. I was alone in my bed. Thank goodness. After a night, and early morning, in their arms I am thrilled they are gone and will have no awkward morning after.

  A tiny piece of me had hoped to wake still wrapped tightly between them, but I pushed the feeling aside. I felt something with them, a connection. A connection that scared the shit out of me. I would most likely never see them again and that’s what was best. No emotion. No connection. No phone calls or disappointments of missed dates. That’s the way I want it. The way it needs to be. I wanted to walk on the side of danger and excitement and I did. Magnificently. Nothing will ever be as incredible, I know this, and I am happy to leave it at that.

  With a big body stretch and once my feet hit the carpeted floor, I sigh out in contentment. It really is quite a relief to have them gone already. The shower calls my name and I quickly shower off the night. The hot water unknots lingering tightness from unused muscles leaving me a warm limp noodle. Who knew I could be that flexible? The one time I practically was doing a one handed handstand on the seat of one of my wooden kitchen table chairs. Wood held my legs for balance as his head moved between my legs. His cock pushed into my mouth as I was upside down through the slats of the chair back while my free hand stroked Caveman’s thickness from behind me. Or was that in front of me? Anyway, I would switch from my hand to my mouth on the both of them. When it was Cave’s turn to take my mouth, I swear my body curved into the shape of an ‘S’. An upside down ‘S’. It. Was. Fantastic.

  My cotton sleep shirt abrades my sore nipples as I pull it down my torso but the sting has me smiling. Now the burn on my ass as I pull on the matching short shorts, that sucks. Someone was a little too enthusiastic in spanking my ass last night. At the time it only heightened my pleasure, but morning after? Ouch.

  A loud rumble from my stomach set my feet moving. First I need coffee. Then a serious food intake. The calories I burned last night need to be replenished. My nose twitches. Damn. I need coffee more than I originally thought. I need it so bad I can actually smell my cinnamon coffee beckoning to me from my kitchen. With another stretch I walk into my kitchen and freeze.

  Two pair of eyes catch my entrance from the table. One set green, one black. My arms drop from over my head and down to my sides as I look at the both of them with shock.

  Oh shit.

  No, no, no, nonononono.

  They were supposed to be gone.

  I can’t see them right now. Not calmly sitting in my kitchen drinking coffee, and Lord help me, half naked. Shirtless. So freaking tempting. Especially the hot way Wood is lazily gazing at me.

  “We were about to wake you up. We have to head out but made coffee.”

  I stare at Wood, not really comprehending his words. I walked right by the couch on my way into the kitchen. How did I not see their jackets as I passed?

  “Not a morning person, huh?” Wood’s smile and softly drawled question sends panic spiraling through me. They are both really here right now. This can’t be happening. Not after everything I…after everything I let them do to me last night. Everything I did to them last night. No, they have to leave. In the light of the day it’s too much. To close to that something extra I felt last night.

  “Why are you still here?” my words snap out hatefully. I want to call the tone back as soon as it’s out there. The lazy way their bodies rest in the chairs stiffen instantly. I don’t want to do this but I have to. Don’t I? Push them away before they get too close.

  I harden my face before turning on my heel and stomp back into my living room, picking their discarded shirts off my floor and snatching their jackets off the back of my couch before stumbling right into Caveman’s chest when I spin around. I jump back from his touch in surprise but mask my face with revulsion I don’t feel. “Do not touch me. Go. Get out of my house.” Wood remarked last night on how I was prim, now I use that as a shield. My voice drips with icicles, I turn my nose up at them. God forgive me, I become my mother.

  I hold my stare, but only barely when I glare from Cave’s assessing eyes to Wood’s hate filled raging ones. My stomach drops and I swallow hard. I never wanted to see this look on his face. Until his eyes scan my stiff body and catches mine again, they are cold. So cold and dead I feel pain and the coldness down into my very soul and my eyes start to sting. Only pure willpower keeps the tears from collecting.

  Their things are ripped from my arms by Wood with an angry scowl on his face. “Do not ever fuckin’ touch my cut.” His words, so sharply spoken, cuts through me like a knife. I ignore the pain and raise a brow at his with a curl of my lips. I have to end this. I can barely take any more.


  “Like I want to touch it or you ever again. One night stand. One. Night. You still being here defeats the whole experiment.”

  “Experiment?” Oh shit. I didn’t think his person or his voice could become any colder. I am so wrong. “Just a cock to you. A night on the wild side. Then throw us out like trash when done.” His shirt is pulled over his head followed up by his cut or whatever he called it. I stay silent to his words screaming ‘no’ on the inside but feel the lash of each syllable. “Next time you want a fuck toy do the male population a favor. Stay the fuck home and save them from a lousy fuck.” I shake at his almost completely emotionless words, but when he walks past me to get to the door, his mumbled words have my knees almost buckle. “Hate wasting time on cunts like you.”

  The door slams and a tear escapes to track down my face. His words hurt so badly. I wasn’t expecting that reaction from him. Caveman maybe, but not the happy laughing Wood. A sob tears away from me and more tears fall. A rustle of clothes and creaking of leather has my head snap up into the still staring, still intense eyes of Caveman. So caught up in my inner turmoil and self-hatred I have forgotten he was there.

  Once his jacket settles over his shoulders, fitting his broad frame perfectly, he stops moving. Staring. Watching. Looking into my soul. Tearing my eyes away from him, I wrap my arms around myself and beg him for some mercy. Mercy I know in my core I do not deserve and never will. “P-please. Please leave.”

  I keep my gaze focused on the hardwood floor in front of my feet and hold myself steadily up until he passes and the door shuts so much more quietly than Wood’s slamming of it seconds before. I finally let myself crumble to the floor when I can no longer here the rumble of his bike and let the sobs take over.