With Tongue and Teeth

by James Cox

  “I see you liked that.”

  I looked down. A few drops of precum had splattered onto my torso. “Yeah. Yeah, I liked that.” My voice was shaky.

  Justice moved to his stomach and pressed his face into my balls.

  I felt the curve of his nose and then the touch of his tongue. The president of the Underground MC did nothing subtly. That was for sure. He sucked at my balls taking as much skin in as he could. I grabbed the sheet with my hands, fisting them as he tortured me. I couldn’t control the grunting noises that escaped as he kept up the motions. Justice let go and moved to the base of my dick. He used his teeth here and for a moment, the lust died. That was a little too dangerous for comfort. He scraped his teeth along the sensitive skin.

  The pain was instant, but it quickly shifted into pleasure. “Oh my God.” What the fuck else could I say? I had no idea this would feel so good. He used his teeth gently, just enough to cause me some pain. His lips ran the length of my dick until he was at the head. I was cut so his mouth fit perfect over me. He sucked. I nearly cried out. I was fucking overwhelmed. His fingers were digging into my hips. My tan shaft was disappearing into his dark lips. “I want to come. Oh, Justice, please let me come.” Begging wasn’t my style either, but the words were just there.

  Justice laughed. I felt the rush of air over my saliva-slick skin. “Soon.” He pressed his lips to my tattoo. “Whose mark is this?”

  “My first lover.” Ah, that memory.

  “Competition?” He lifted his dark eyebrow and sat up.

  “Died. Long ago. In prison. Never came back to me.” Eh, I didn’t want to think of that now. That was about the time I decided to keep moving on. Never stop on just one man. Of course, nothing could have prepared me for Justice.

  He kissed the tattoo, tracing it with his tongue. Then he fisted my shaft.

  “Sweet fucker!” My hips thrust up.

  “So close to exploding.” He grinned. “Not yet.” He let go of me. “Turn over.”

  I grunted but turned over. It wasn’t pretty. I was too hard and too close to think about being sexy. All I wanted was that amazing feeling to wash over me until the world faded away. I lay on my stomach with the blanket bunched under me so that it nearly hugged my dick. Justice closed my legs, straddling me. I felt his dick lying against my ass cheeks as he kissed my shoulder. Then he took a nibble. That pleasure/pain was fucking intoxicating. It made me forget about everything but Justice above me. I thrust into the blanket. He let go, making the same fantastic mark on the other side. His big hands rubbed up and down my back as he bit down. When it bordered on too much, I gasped and Justice opened. He moved to my spine. Kissing so gently that it felt like a soft breeze. I anticipated each touch and smiled as he made his way down my back. He lingered at the curve, his tongue swirling some intricate and invisible pattern. Then I realized he was tracing my tattoo. I had the word Outlaw on my ass cheek in script.

  Justice shimmied down my body, between my legs.

  I glanced over my shoulder watching him staring at me. Then he spread his hand over my ass cheeks, grabbing them and squeezing. I felt the rush of pleasure as he pulled them apart and used his fingers to massage them. “You’re killing me,” I muttered into the pillow. At this rate, I may blow my load too soon.

  Justice chuckled. He leaned down and kissed the top of my ass crack.

  Was he going to bite again? I was actually looking forward to it as he followed my crack with his tongue, swiping over the hole and making me thrust into the sheets. “Justice.” His tongue probed and sent me into a fit of moans. It felt so fucking good. I was thrusting in time with his tongue. But he pulled away before I could build that orgasm to release. He nipped at the flesh on my right ass cheek as his thumb dipped into me. He fingered me ever so slightly as his teeth came down on my skin. “Fuck.” The word was pretty accurate. I wanted that. It was also the only word that I could utter. My brain was shutting down like some primal animal instinct.

  Justice let go. He paused for a moment. I felt the bed move as he reached over. Then there was the cool touch of lube against my hole and the soft crinkle of a condom. He fingered my ass as he bite down on my left cheek.

  I let out a long groan that was too deep to be my voice, but it was me. “Fuck. Now. Please.” The words were stilted, hard to get out.

  Justice opened his mouth, releasing my flesh. More lube was spread on my asshole. He grabbed both cheeks and I felt the tip of him enter me.

  I grunted. Yeah. No words just random sounds to express how close I was to blowing up. I needed to come so badly I couldn’t think straight. Justice laid the flat of his palm against my cheek and squeezed then gave me a soft spank. It sent a ripple effect through my body. I thrust into the sheets, forming my own rhythm as Justice pushed his big, black dick inside me.

  “Romeo. So fucking tight,” he said, the words were strained. Justice slapped my ass again, harder this time. “Up. On. Your. Knees.” Each word was followed by a spank until it stung so good.

  I shifted to my knees.

  Justice pushed inside, not all the way but enough to feel the burn.

  “Oh, fuck.” I arched so my ass was high and my head angled to stare back. Justice molded his body to mine. He pushed inside me, spreading me, filling me. I cried out as he started to increase his rhythm. His hands moved around my torso, urging me up so our flesh was completely touching. His mouth was on my shoulder, kissing then licking. Each thrust was a hard ram.

  “Romeo.” Justice bit down on my shoulder, pulling the flesh between his teeth as his dick speared me.

  He was so hard, so rough, that my legs started to shake. Fucking stupid legs. I fell to the bed. Justice followed. He spread his hand on my lower back and got a perfect position. Justice thrust inside me faster, harder. I could hear his heavy panting, his flesh slapping mine. I was thrusting into the sheets. His hands moved to my hips, digging in. “Please. Now. More.” What the fuck was I saying? I was incoherent with need.

  Justice growled. He spanked my ass. Thrust, spank, thrust, spank. Then he let out a growl. Justice leaned over me and bit the back of my neck. It was hard enough to make me tense. Then I felt his body still. The rush of liquid made me groan. Justice was gasping. He let go of my skin. His dick was starting to soften inside me. When he pulled out, the stream of cum began to leak out of the condom down his length. But I was still hard. I still ached. “Justice.”

  He moved so I could roll over then he fisted my dick and shoved his mouth over the shaft. I thrust upward, sending myself deep. I lost count of how many times I slammed upward, but Justice took it. He took me deep and rubbed my balls until that amazing orgasm began to flourish. I cried out. My hands sunk into the sheet and pulled. I thrust and thrust until I thought I would break a fucking bone. Then I fell to the bed. It was more like collapsed. Justice swallowed my seed and laid his head on my thigh. We were both too exhausted to fucking move. He gave my thigh a kiss and crawled to my side.

  As the gratification faded, those bites were starting to sting. It reminded me of the kink that was just below his calm surface. “Apparently you were serious about eating me.”

  Justice laughed and pulled me in for a kiss.

  Chapter Eleven

  I ached. My skin stung. My ass was sore and I couldn’t stop smiling. Even before I opened my eyes, I smiled like I had some kind of mental disorder. A deep breath revealed the musky scent of sex and men. I turned my head to see Justice lying next to be. We must have fallen asleep right afterward. The condom was lying on his thigh like he’d pulled it off and forgot about it. I picked it up and dropped it on the sheets that littered the floor. Then I sat there and stared at him. Fuck, he was handsome. Pure masculine beauty even with the rugged edges and scars. He could conquer the world if he put his mind to it.

  “You going to stare at me all day?” He opened one eye.

  “Maybe. You’re awfully pretty.” I gave my best flaming voice.

  Justice chuckled and pulled me toward him. “Idiot.�
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  “So everyone keeps saying.” I didn’t even take offense to it. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I placed my lips to his skin.

  “I don’t mean that in a mean way,” Justice said. His voice wasn’t as sturdy as it usually is.

  “I know.” I glanced up at him.

  “I’m not real good at this.” He frowned. “The relationship. Boyfriend. Lover thing. I’ve been so focused on destroying the government and taking back Mars that I put all that stuff to the back.”

  I smiled. “Well, now I’m on your side.” I paused, thinking about Nico. Justice had brought the boyfriend thing up. I don’t think it would ruin the mood to bad to ask. Right? “Am I your boyfriend?”

  “Based on the bite marks, yes.” He touched the one on my shoulder with his finger.

  I winced. Without a hard-on, it was just pain.

  “I haven’t let myself go like that in a long time. I think boyfriend is an adequate word for you.” He kissed my forehead.

  I sat up and looked down at him. “What about Nico?”

  “My VP?” He narrowed his eyes and sat up. “What do you mean?”

  I had a moment of distraction. Justice was still naked. His dick hung between his legs. It made my gaze fall right to it then I shook my head and locked eyes with him. “We all had sex.”

  “He only licked my balls. I didn’t fuck him.”

  Okay. That was true. “But you’re both really close and we all got naked together. Do you love him too? Is this what you want, nothing monogamous?”

  “Fuck that.” He grabbed my shoulders. “I don’t want my VP. I only want you, Romeo. Yeah, Nico and I have a history. But some cock sucking between friends doesn’t mean I want him in my bed permanently.”

  “You sure?” Suddenly I was insecure and I did not like this feeling.

  “Yes.” He leaned so our faces were only inches apart. “I love you, Romeo. Only you.”

  He did? I parted my lips to speak, but he kissed me. It wasn’t rushed or lustful like our previous touches. This one was slow. Almost tender in a way. Justice made love to my mouth. His tongue gently stroking, savoring as our lips caressed. When he pulled back, I saw that his dick was starting to grow. “I love you too, Justice.” I paused afterward, startled.

  “What?”

  “You know. I’ve never said that to anyone before.” Never.

  “Well, then. We were meant to be. Maybe fate had a hand in you being caught. In us coming together.”

  “Speaking of us coming together...” I reached down and grabbed his half-hard shaft.

  Justice grunted. He smiled, but it wasn’t happy. That grin had the look of pure menace and the promise of sexy revenge.

  “Justice.” Nico’s voice filtered through our lustful haze.

  “Fucker,” I muttered.

  “Hey.” He kissed my cheek. “What is it, Nico?”

  “Wexmen’s on the holograph with a public message about the buildings.”

  I sighed. I really didn’t want to go out there, but we did have a war to win. Justice got up and we dressed in record time. He put on pants and a shirt. I just wore blue jeans low on my hips. Let the others see that Justice was now taken. The main chamber was filled with people. It was a sea of dark skin and light, blending together to form a solid square.

  “Citizens of our great city!” Wexmen had a deep voice. I watched as he straightened his suit. It was a soft blue the emphasized his salt and pepper hair. He had to be close to seventy-five in age, lean but not sickly thin. His brown eyes were dark as he stared into the projector. “Today we mourn the loss of our people, our peacekeepers. There are fifteen deceased brave men and ten wounded. This travesty is not the result of an accident or malfunction. This horrible event that took so many lives destroyed our buildings was the result of law breakers.” He took a breath looking solemn. “I am writing up a new bill. One that would ban the use of hover bikes. Slaves are to be kept shackled at all times and women are no longer allowed to be on the streets. In the next few weeks, we will implement these new laws. Citizens will ban together and show these criminals that Mars is ours!”

  I looked at Justice and I knew the shock was on my face. The government finally decided to fight back. Banning hover bikes. What would happen to the Outlaw MC? How would we ride into town to blow shit up when our bikes would give us away? The government was making the fight harder, taking advantage. I watched as Justice fisted his hands and pressed his lips together. He wouldn’t give up and neither would I. No matter what this shithead threw at us, we would prevail.

  The MC’s would never back down without a bloody fight. Mars would be ours. Justice and I would walk the streets of the city hand in hand. Some day. One day.

  The End

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