by James Cox
“And whose lips are these?” Nico asked.
Apparently, he saw the pair of lips I had tattooed above my shaft. I just smiled and then groaned. Edmond’s tongue was inside my ass, inquisitive. Nico was starting to wrap his lips around my cockhead. He sucked softly and my hips bucked involuntarily, sending a few inches into his open mouth. All the while, my eyes were on Justice. He kept his black shirt on but peeled off his black boxers to reveal the biggest prize of all. Justice had a dick that was beyond beautiful. It was darker than the rest of him, the skin taut over his generous erection. His left ball was swinging lower than his right. There was a nest of black hair around his base. His shaft was thicker than mine and about the same length. The tip was cut and the hole smeared so that the wetness glinted.
“Come to me, Romeo.”
I patted Nico on the head and he let go of my dick. I heard the sucking sounds as Nico and Edmond started to kiss. They weren’t my concern right now. Nope. I only had eyes for Justice. I took his outstretched hand and he pulled me into his body. I wanted to feel him against all of me but he refused to remove his shirt. I wonder if that had anything to do with the scars? Justice kissed me, pushing all my thoughts from the forefront of my mind. My dick was hard, his was stiff, and we had two extra sets of hands. What the fuck was there to think about?
Justice pushed me toward a large boulder.
I stumbled on the harsh dirt but caught myself. I placed my hands on the rock and bent over so that Justice would have the perfect angle to make us both forget the world for a while. I heard him tear open a condom. Then I felt the wet, cold smear of lube between my cheeks. It made me moan.
“Next time, Romeo, I’m going to get you in a bed and I’m going to bite you inch by inch until we’re both too hard to see straight.”
Oh, fuck, next time? Yes, yes, yes! While I was busy celebrating, the others joined us. I glanced over my shoulder to see Nico kissing Justice. Seeing their dark lips rub and suck made me frown. How come Justice got to kiss other guys? I didn’t want anyone kissing him but me. The wave of jealousy made me stumble and I landed with my elbows on the rock. When had I started thinking of Justice as mine? I lost track of thought as Justice slid two fingers inside me. The lube eased the way. Edmond had shifted between the rock and me. I cried out when he took my cock into his mouth. Then I felt the sharp push of Justice’s dick at my hole. I tensed, cursed, tried to relax. I stared out over the rock field and the dark shadows of Mars. Justice pushed his tip inside me and the burning stretch turned into pure pleasure. “Justice!” I wanted to chant his name it felt so good.
Edmond sucked on me, pulling a drop of cum from my piss slit.
I wasn’t sure where Nico had gone to. Justice pushed further inside me and I suddenly didn’t care about anyone else. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead to the soft curve of the rock. Justice pulled out, I felt the squirt of more lube and then he plunged back in. This time he took each thrust like a contest to see if he could go deeper. Yeah, he could. Each penetration made me groan until I lost track of where the fuck I was. Justice grabbed my hips and he filled my ass with his beautiful dick. Edmond sucked at my shaft sending pulses of ecstasy through my body. There was no way I could last long. I felt the brush of skin and the sound of sucking. I knew without a doubt it was Nico. He must be sucking on Justice balls. Then all sounds were drowned out by pure rapture. I cried out. My dick so hard, so ready to explode, that when my orgasm came I couldn’t breathe.
Edmond sucked at my tip, taking all my jizz and swallowing it.
Justice stroked inside me harder, faster. Our bodies slammed into each other with such force that the pain added to my orgasm. It seemed to last forever and then the high began to fade. Justice thrust hard once more and held still. I heard his deep, guttural groan and it made my legs shake. His heavy breathing echoed mine as he pulled slowly out of my sore hole. Then he landed next to the rock with a heavy thud. Nico started licking at my balls. I had nothing left to give but grunts and groans. When he pulled away, I fumbled beside Justice. We both sat there, our dicks hanging out, starting to soften as Edmond and Nico sucked on each other. I glanced at Justice, who was watching his VP intently. Was there something there I misread? Did he love his VP and I was just a sexy distraction?
There was a harsh gasp.
I turned in time to see ribbons of white jet into the air from Nico’s dark cock. It splattered on the red sand as Edmond blew his load. There was cum on the rock too. It made me smile.
This had been a good trip. Justice pulled off the condom. I couldn’t help but reach over and stroke his softening shaft. Even without that hardness, he was beautiful. Justice grabbed my hand, holding it rather romantically and rubbing his thumb in short circles. There was a moment between us. Something I couldn’t understand or decipher, something completely alien. Then Nico was standing up and so was Edmond. They reached down to help us to our feet. Justice got up on his own, but I took the hands. I was standing nude, watching Justice as we all went about finding where the hell our clothes went.
It was a hell of a show on the dark side of Mars.
Chapter Five
We drove back in relative silence. I held on to Justice as tight as I could. Not just because I was sore and the bike movement hurt. Nope, it was because I liked touching him. It was still dark when we arrived. Nico and Edmond pulled in first. They walked off in different directions. But when I hopped off the hover bike, I wanted to follow Justice. How fucked up was that? I actually wanted to go back to his room, spend the night. I’ve spent the night with lovers before but not because I wanted to. Usually the guy wanted to stay and I wound up leaving before he woke. I’d slept with a few of the Amazons. Being bi-sexual gave me many options for recreational activities. But my mind just seemed stuck on Justice. I glanced up.
He had pulled the bike back into the neat row and then hopped off. Our gazes caught for a moment and then we both looked away.
Shit, it was going to be that awkward after sex moment wasn’t it? I licked my suddenly dry lips. Nothing like being unable to talk to a guy that just had his dick up your ass. “Thanks for the ride.” Yeah. That’s what I said. Those are the words that came out of my mouth before I could stop and think about how they sounded.
Justice smiled and chuckled. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Romeo.” He winked.
I grinned and we both walked into the big chamber. It was quiet as Justice made his way to the right tunnel and I moved left. Different directions, it was the story of my life.
After a night of fantastic sleep, we spent most of the day preparing for the big event. Positions, backups, explosives, bikes, weapons, it all had to be worked so we’d hit the peacekeeper buildings at the same time as the Outlaw MC who was getting help from the Amazon MC. See, timing was apparently everything. I helped with whatever I could. Starting with bikes—making sure they were running okay, but I wasn’t as good as Grim, my MC brother, when it came to mechanics. I saw Justice once and he gave me a smile. It was worth losing focus and hitting myself in the foot with a wrench. Call me foolish. I did. One night of great sex should not have me this besotted. It was a law of nature or lust or something, wasn’t it?
It was about three hours before dusk when Justice gathered us around. There were ten guys going in; Justice, Nico, Nero, and myself included. We also had ten for backup in case it didn’t go as planned or more peacekeepers showed up. He went over our positions once more and to my surprise, he waited at the ramp and gave every single man that was going a pat on the shoulder. Like an encouraging touch before the big battle. “I’ll take a pat on the ass,” I mumbled as I approached.
“Later,” Justice whispered.
It sent all sorts of throbs of pleasure to my dick.
“Keep your head on the mission.”
“Yes, sir.” I smiled and rode my hover bike up the ramp. He was right. Explosions first, survival second, and pleasure third. Funny how I usually skipped to that last part. This time I tucked my body lower in the
seat and rode into the dying light toward the city. I felt the thumping of my pulse speed up the closer we got. The shadows were growing, covering our approach like reaching fingers from the devil. I thought it an apt description as we rode, two by two, into the place that cast us out. I knew my MC was already in place. Our backup guys were hidden. All we had to do was go in the building like the Outlaws we were and blow some shit up.
Chapter Six
There’s a moment when you’re riding, you hit a certain speed and you feel invincible. Maybe it was just the adrenaline pumping through my system. Maybe it was Justice riding in front of me. But I had that feeling as we drove through the quiet city streets. Night covered our approach. The building was surrounded by wispy trees that were only a few years old. There were smaller business shops near it but not close enough to be caught in any explosion we set off.
The plan would commence in exactly thirty seconds.
We pulled up to the corner. To my surprise there were no peacekeepers in front. Justice glanced back at me. I gave him a smile. A few of us had masks on, but we didn’t. Why bother covering our faces? I’d be killed on sight whether I pull this off or not. Justice was apparently happy to show his face, the slave that they couldn’t tame.
He gave Nico, who rode beside him, a nod.
The plan was a go.
We rode our bikes hard and floored them right up the stairs to the front door. Justice and Nico would hold them off. Nero and I would throw in the bombs we got from Mayhem, my MC brother. Then we drive off a few enemies short. Justice hit the door so fast it flew open and hit the wall behind it. We roared in and found ourselves face to face with over twenty peacekeepers.
“Ambush,” Justice yelled out.
The word echoed, almost in slow motion as the peacekeepers started firing. Round after round of laser shots nearly blinded me. I dropped my bike as Nero was struck in the shoulder. I shoved him. He rolled down the front stairs out of the way. I followed with a giant leap. The landing was off so I hit a tree with my shoulder and flipped on my back. Guns were firing. I heard the roar of engines as Justice gave the shout to retreat. Where was he? How did the peacekeepers know we were coming? What about my club? I rolled to my knees, drew my gun, and stood. I was half behind the tree, but it was a lousy cover. Nico flew out the door. He landed on his face and busted his nose. Blood sprayed as he stumbled to his feet. “Where’s Justice?”
“Retreat!” he yelled, skidding and sliding until he was at a fallen bike.
“Justice!” I screamed his name. Where the fuck was he?
Nico slid the bike behind me. “Get on.”
“I’m not leaving without him,” Peacekeepers pushed forward to the door. Our backup was firing. I heard them from various angles. They were trying to cover us as more men were surrounding them. But I wasn’t leaving without my Justice. A laser shot embedded the tree next to me. “Fuck.”
Nico grabbed my shirt, yanking me back until I almost fell onto the bike.
We started moving forward and I had no choice but to hold on to him or take a dive and possibly get shot. “Justice!” I wasn’t giving up. I fired twice into the door, hitting one guy and watching as he fell down the stairs with a sickening thud. Then we were driving past the doors. We both hunched, less of a target, but I peeked into those doors. And saw Justice on the ground. Our eyes met in that fraction of a second. Then he was lost in the chaos. I stared back as the guns kept going off. We were fleeing, explosives useless, bodies littering our path. We had a rat that picked the perfect spot to show his beady face.
The president of the Underground MC was now in the hands of the corrupt government.
A few more shots rang out as we drove off. We stopped so hard I slammed into Nico’s back and he nearly flipped over the bars. I went from staring behind us trying to get a glimpse of my captured lover to glancing in front where a row of peacekeepers waited. They blocked the road with their cars and started firing. No warning, no threats, just shooting.
“Fuckers,” Nico hissed. He spun us around.
Two shots came dangerously close to my head. I felt the whoosh of air as they passed each cheek. Being that I had two legs over one side of the bike, I held on to Nico as tight as I could. If we didn’t make it out of this, there was no way to save Justice. And I was going to save him. Even if it was the last thing I did on this miserable, red planet.
We turned wide into an alley. I heard the roar of more engines. Everyone was fleeing. All we had to do was get to the edge of the city and blend into the uncolonized parts of mars. They’d never be able to find us and we’d be able to regroup. Nico cursed as we took a sharp left. The building skimmed the tip of my boot and we skidded to a stop. I adjusted as quick as I could, wrapping my legs around the bike, holding on with one hand and realizing somewhere in the mess I had dropped my gun. Fucking idiot. I pulled Nico’s from his side holster and twisted so I could aim backward. Two peacekeepers came running down the alley. I managed to shoot one in the leg and the other ducked for cover. We took off into the wide street. It was a main road. A few hover cars quickly slid to the side and out of our way. One in particular swerved into the road behind us and gave us another few seconds led from our pursuers.
I grabbed hold of Nico tighter, pressing my front into his back. My body was more secure as I twisted and aimed. I shot at the front of the car after us. It was the sweet spot that would take out the engine. The peacekeeper fired back but missed by feet as he swerved to avoid a building. That did not exactly solve our problem. There were four more behind his crashed vehicle. This called for extreme measures. Good thing I had the fucking skills. We hit a bump and I used that momentum to swing one leg up then the other. I wrapped my legs around Nico’s waist as best I could.
“The fuck you doing?” he yelled over the anarchy around us. Sirens going off, people screaming. I heard the faint rumble of something exploding. Had Outlaw gotten the building down even with the trap? No time to think. Holding on with my legs, I simply leaned back. I arched to follow the curve of the seat and was damn glad I didn’t have long hair. It would have been caught up in the hover tech under me. I stretched out both arms and aimed upside down. The first shot went a bit wide. Hey, you try shooting upside down on a hover bike while holding on with your legs. Fuck you, that’s what. I squeezed the trigger again. This time the laser shot landed perfectly. It struck the closest car and it veered off and crashed.
Two gunshots went off. I winced as they came close, but Nico was already modifying our course, avoiding the deadly spray of laser bullets. I went back to aiming. Three cars left. This time I went for the driver. Two shots and the window cracked. One more and he slumped over in the driver’s seat. The hover car flew forward as we turned and slammed into a building. Windows shattered, a door busted open, and screams rang out. I heard that just before the turning momentum caught up with me. I had time to tense as I slid to the right. My body hung lower than the bike and I fumbled trying to pull myself back up. The hover tech was hot at my shoulder. The flat, harsh road was so fucking close to the back of my head. “Motherfucker,” I grunted and used my ab muscles to pull upward. It was damn scary and I felt the tug of soreness as I sat up.
“Holy shit!” Nico yelled.
I’d say the same, but my voice wasn’t quite up to speed. More shots rang out. Didn’t these fuckers give up? We bumped and skidded over the last section of road. I saw two bikers in front of us, both speeding off into the darkness. The construction zone was fucking dangerous at these speeds. I hopped so high off the seat that I let go just to cover my balls as best I could, then slammed back down on my ass and winced. I squeezed a few random shots off in the general direction behind us just to give us more time. Nico shut off the lights. Darkness closed around us as we spewed dirt and dust. Hauling ass didn’t begin to cover our speed. The peacekeeper cars tried to follow, but they didn’t know the terrain like the Underground MC did. We had the advantage and we took it.
I was breathing heavily as we started to s
low. I could only see a few feet ahead, but Nico was traversing like he knew each nook and cranny. He probably did. I glanced back, thinking of Justice. He was still out there in the hands of the enemy.
Chapter Seven
I was fucking exhausted as we skidded down the ramp into the Underground MC clubhouse. There were only ten bikes here. What happened to the rest of the patch members? I hopped off. “How many of our guys didn’t come back?”
“Your guys?” Nero said, his voice heavy with anger as he walked from the main chamber. He had a bruise on his cheek and dried blood on his shirtsleeve. There was a bandage around his arm where he’d been shot.
“You know what I mean?”
“I really don’t, motherfucker. You come here and the plan goes to shit.”
I fisted my hands to keep calm. Eh, fuck calm. “If you don’t have a way to get the men,” I emphasized the word, “out, then get out of my way.”
Nero crossed his arms. “You think you can suddenly take over? Justice is gone so let the white boy take charge.”
“Fuck color.” I went right into Nero’s face. “I don’t give a damn about your skin, Nero. What I care about is Justice. He’s with the fucking peacekeepers. Right. Now. We have to get him and the other guys out.”
Nico punched his brother in the shoulder. “Calm the fuck down. He’s not taking charge...” Nico glanced at me.
I nodded. I didn’t want the responsibility. I wanted a plan.
“Says you.” Nero glared at me.
When had I become his foe? “So you make the scenario, you set everything up, Nero? I don’t care who the fuck is wearing the leader title. I want to get Justice back.”
