by Kati Wilde
Her thumb slides across my bottom lip, gently running over the still-healing split near the corner. “I hear you’re the hero of the day. And that you might be missing a softer touch…and something a little tastier than whiskey.”
Ah. So one of the brothers sent her over. Maybe even thinking they were doing me a favor. Everyone knows I love pussy just as much as I love dick…and they all like the idea of me eating pussy more than they like to picture me sucking dick.
But although Sasha has a sweet pussy and a sweeter laugh, I love Jack a hell of a lot more than anything between her legs or in her head.
I brush her hand away from my face. “You know I’m with Blowback, right?”
“Yeah, I heard.” Her smile’s a little sad at first. Maybe because some of the partners she’s had don’t think that being with someone means being faithful. Attached or not, a lot of the brothers will fuck anything that opens their legs. Then she grins and pulls back, lifting up onto the table in front of me and setting her feet on the arms of my chair, giving me a look at the strip of red lace covering her cunt. She’s already wet. No surprise. She’s always liked performing—though before now, it’s always been with the brothers. “But you can’t tell me you aren’t missing this, or that you don’t deserve a little reward.”
Her fingers dip into her panties and begin stroking her clit. That’s hot as hell and bumps my simmering arousal up to burning, no lie. But I’ve got zero interest in joining in. Looking will do just fine.
But of course the brothers can’t keep their fucking mouths shut. “Lick it!”
It takes one drunken shout and some others join in, chanting Lick it over and over, like they’re all assholes in a fucking college fraternity. Goddammit. This is the kind of shit I always want to avoid. Not licking pussy—I’ve done that more than a few times where they can see me—but these stupid scenarios where backing down takes something away from me. Where backing down tears apart all the hard work I’ve put in.
And this could tear down more than that. I glance at Jack. By the burn in his eyes, I can tell he thinks this is just as hot as I do. I can’t read anything else in his face, though. Maybe me eating out Sasha would be exactly what he wants. Maybe it would rip his guts out.
But that doesn’t even matter. Because I don’t want her pussy. And refusing it doesn’t mean I’m backing down. These motherfuckers just need to step up their game.
I hold up my hand for silence, my fingers in splints, my wrist in a brace. The queen for the night.
They’re damn well going to treat me like it.
• • •
Jack
This is the kind of shit I might lose her over. Because I can see how she goes stiff, hurting when Sasha drops onto her lap. I can see she’s gently giving the woman the brush-off, even though the teasing turns her on. And I can see how still her face becomes when Burnout shouts Lick it! and some of the others pick up the chant.
It’s a challenge. To preserve her standing in the club, Lily can’t back away from a challenge. For years, I hurt her that way—unintentional, but I hurt her all the same. Every time I opened my mouth, I thought I was having her back, but instead I made her work twice as hard to prove herself.
And stepping in, rescuing her now? She’d never fucking forgive me.
So I watch, my chest a big bloody ache. Not because she’ll touch another woman—I know she’s trapped and it doesn’t mean shit—but because I can’t help her without making it all worse. I’ve seen her lick pussy before, and it’s fucking hot. But she was all in then, going full throttle. Watching her do something she doesn’t really want? Nothing sexy about it.
I’ve got a white-knuckled grip on my glass as she raises her hand. Just look at me, Lily. Just ask me and I’ll blow this all apart. But she doesn’t glance my way. Instead she waits for the bastards to fall silent.
Her full mouth flattens into a thin line, and she shakes her head like she’s disappointed in all of us. “You fuckers,” she says and her gaze settles on Burnout for a second before moving on to the others. “If anyone else was sitting in my place, would you send a girl over so he could lick her pussy? Hell, no. You’d send her over to suck a dick. And you’d send someone who could suck it good. So if you want to give me a reward, you better send over someone who can do some prime pussy eating.”
I start across the clubhouse before she finishes. Now her gaze meets mine, and she’s so fucking amazing, beating all these assholes without even getting up out of her chair.
But goddamn Spiral has a death wish. The brother grins and leaves his woman standing by the pool table, heading toward Lily and saying, “If you want prime, Zoomie, you just spread those long—”
He doesn’t see me coming. I’m gentle, grabbing his neck and smashing him facedown into the table, but not so hard he’ll lose any teeth or blood. Shrieking, Sasha scrambles down, straight into Lily’s lap again.
I lean in, my fingers tightening around the sides of Spiral’s throat. “Back off.”
“I’m already across the room, man,” he wheezes.
Good. I let him go.
Lily’s eyes gleam. Seeing me throw down Spiral fucking turned her on. And coming for her like this? I’m as hard as a goddamn rock.
Sasha clings to Lily, eyeing me warily. “You need help?”
Hell, no. But I let Lily tell her. She gives Sasha a little tap on the ass. “We both know you enjoy receiving a lot more than you enjoy giving, sweetie. Bottlecap can take care of you, though, if you want him to.”
She hands Sasha off to the prospect, but I don’t watch to see if they decide to hook up. My eyes are only for Lily as I sink to my knees in front of her.
Her cheeks are flushed, her lips softly parted as she watches me. Everyone’s watching me. I don’t give a fuck. Let them see how much I worship her. Let them see that I’d kill every one of them just for the chance to kneel at her feet.
My fingers slide up her thighs. Thanks to the cast on her ankle, she’s wearing stretchy yoga pants instead of her usual jeans, and we’re both damn lucky for it. I’ll be able to get at her cunt without completely stripping her bottoms off.
“It’s going to hurt your ribs,” I say quietly, gaze holding hers. “When you come, it’s going to feel like a truck dropped on you.”
She slides down a little, so her ass is at the edge of the leather seat. “You better make it really good, then.”
I never expected any other answer. Slowly I curl my fingers around the waistband of her pants. In her bed, I’d kiss her first, then suck on her big rosy nipples, rolling them against my tongue and teeth until she was panting and squirming. But I’m not giving the others that much of her. They’ve never had this much. Lily’s licked pussy in front of us before, but not more than that. Definitely never let her ass hang out enough to have sex. She’ll walk into the showers naked after a workout without blinking an eye, but doing this? She never wanted the brothers looking at her the same way they do the old ladies and club pussy. She’d seem too damn vulnerable.
But she doesn’t seem vulnerable now, using her uninjured fingers to push my head down. The buzzcut makes her look a little younger, a little softer, but her eyes are the same flinty gray, always striking sparks of laughter, temper, and need.
They’re fucking burning right now. I ease the pants down over her ass. Beneath she’s wearing white cotton boyshorts. Some women wear fancy shit to look sexy. I’ve seen Lily in fancy shit, in tiny bits of silk, in lace thongs that I’ve ripped aside to make room for my cock, and, a couple of times when the laundry caught up with her, in some granny panties she digs out from the bottom of the drawer. It never matters—whatever she’s wearing is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. She makes it look hotter than fuck. And these little shorts? The way they hug the top of her lean thighs, the way the cotton stretches over the hollows of her hipbones make me want to blow my load right here.
And the way her pussy juices are already soaking through makes my mouth water.
Gaze
on her face, I slide two fingers beneath that drenched cotton and straight up into her hot pussy. A groan rips from her throat, her eyes closing, her back arching. Her inner muscles clasp me tight, her thighs tensing.
I push my thumb up to circle her clit. Her hips buck. A rasping “Fuck” breaks from her, then she’s grabbing my hair as tight as she can, her breath hissing between her teeth. God, this woman. She always loves a good fight.
So do I.
Pain pulls across my scalp when she gives my hair a sharp tug. “Lick,” she grits out. “And make it fucking prime.”
I pull out and lick her juices from my fingers. She responds with her low, husky laugh and another tug.
“Jack,” she says. It’s all she needs to.
With my hands beneath her knees, I lever her thighs up over my shoulders. Her legs and her pants are like a collar around the back of my neck, but I don’t care if I’m chained here, her pussy laid out like a feast in front of me. She’s perfect, from the soft cornsilk curls trimmed into a neat strip to the slick arousal coating those plump lips.
I know just how she likes it—it’s the same way I like it. Sloppy. Rough. I part her swollen folds with my thumbs and dive straight in.
Teasing. Licking everywhere but her clit. She tastes so damn good, I don’t care how long this takes. I can do it forever. I hear some of the brothers cheering me on but they don’t even fucking exist now. Just Lily. Just the way she moans. Just the way her thighs tighten against my ears. Just the way she gets wetter and wetter, the way her hips rock her cunt against my mouth, the way she chants my name.
The way she stiffens and cries out when I slide my tongue up through her slick folds and suck on her clit. The muscles in her legs quiver.
Fuck yeah. She’s getting close. So damn close. I know it’s going to hurt her but I also know that she’s all in, and she’s not going to shy away from the pain when she’s chasing down her pleasure.
So fucking strong. So fucking beautiful. I don’t have any faith in God but if I was ever going to be a believer, Lily Burns would be the reason why. She’s a fucking miracle—and she’s letting me taste her. This must be as close to heaven as any man will ever get.
Except her pussy’s a hell of a lot sweeter than any pearly gates.
I go hard at her clit, licking, sucking. Her body bows up out of the chair and she hangs there suspended for an endless moment, then I push a finger deep inside her tight heat and she comes, the inner walls of her cunt squeezing at me, her flesh convulsing under my tongue. I groan and keep licking until her hand lands on my head and shoves me away.
My mouth wet with her juices, I look up, breathing as hard as she is. Skin flushed and sweaty, she looks down at me. And there’s still no one else here. Just her.
“All right?” My voice is rough, my tongue already missing her taste.
“I’ll live.” She grins and her fingers slide down the side of my jaw. “That was prime pussy eating,” she adds on a breathless laugh, but I know that’s not what she’s really saying.
She’s saying she loves me. It’s still fucking terrifying. There’s so much to lose. And I just want to hold her close and bury my face in her pussy again.
Lily must be thinking the same. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” she says softly.
• • •
Lily
I have earned my place in the club. I’ve always said it but I still kept waiting for everything I’ve fought for to collapse around my head. But belonging must have finally sunk in, all the way in, because when Jack drags my pants back up over my ass and picks me up right out of the chair, I don’t give a damn what the brothers might think of it.
Maybe because it still stuns me every time he does this—picking me up as if I’m not six feet tall and weigh in at more than a buck fifty. But mostly because there’s no one who can tear me down now. I don’t have anything left to prove.
And if any of the brothers suggests I ought to prove something? He can go fuck himself.
Jesus. A lot of them are fucking themselves. As Jack carries me to the doors, I’ve never seen so many brothers with their hands down their pants—and of those who have a woman, he’s either fucking her or watching me while she sucks his dick.
Not surprising, I guess. If I’d been watching Jack eat pussy, I’d have had my hands down my pants or shoved the nearest face between my legs, too. So we’re leaving behind an orgy. Hell, we sparked an orgy.
The Riders always throw a damn good party.
Outside it’s cold and clear, the moon shining bright through the pines surrounding the clubhouse. A pang hits my chest when I see all the bikes lined up. I love riding on nights like this. But I can’t complain about a cage when Jack is sitting beside me.
He doesn’t open the truck’s door. Instead he sets my ass on the cold hood and stands between my legs, our faces almost on level. In the dark, with his back to the lights at the clubhouse entrance, his features are just unreadable angles and shadows.
His voice isn’t unreadable. It’s like a boot scraping over gravel as he says, “You all right?”
Because he knows I wouldn’t have said otherwise in there. But I didn’t lie. That orgasm hurt just as bad as he’d warned me it would. I was still all right.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Are you?”
“Yeah,” he says. But the roughness is still there.
It isn’t hard to guess why. I know how I’d be feeling right now. “I wouldn’t have touched her.”
“I know.” His strong hands slide around my waist, fingers locking together at the small of my back. “But do you want both? If you do…we’ll make it work.”
My heart twists. So that’s it. Not worried that I want Sasha or someone else, but worried he won’t be enough.
“I don’t want both.” I swing both ways but, with the exception of a few wild nights over the years, I only swing one way at a time. But it’s not even that. It’s not his dick I’m here for. I love his dick—God, do I love it. But I’m here for him. “We said we’re going to do this thing. Whatever this is, you and me. So I’m all in. And I can’t go all in with you if I’m going partway with anyone else. So I’m good.”
“Good,” he echoes gruffly.
Smiling, I catch the edge of his collar with my forefinger and tug him forward. “But I’m not saying it’s not hot to imagine it. Or to watch. I think we can agree that women are sexy as fuck.”
I feel his grin against my mouth. “We can.”
Oh, yeah, we can. Especially because he’s got one goddamn sexy woman in his arms right now. I catch his lower lip between my teeth, loving the heat of his mouth as I slick my tongue in to meet his.
His kiss is gentle in return. Just a soft taste.
Afraid of hurting me again. And the truth is, I don’t think I could take a fucking right now. No matter how much I want him inside me, I’m feeling every hit that Croc got in. Worse now than when we first got here. But that doesn’t mean Jack needs to go without.
“I want to watch you come for me,” I tell him.
His big body stills. He’s quiet. Not rejecting the idea, I don’t think. Just weighing whether he wants to do it here.
The sound of his belt unbuckling is his answer, but he adds, “You won’t be able to see.”
Here, in the dark, with his body blocking the light. But it doesn’t matter. “I’ve got a good imagination.”
It’s not his dick I love watching, anyway. It’s him. He’s jacked off for me before, in the shower, in bed, all over my tits. But as gorgeous as his cock is, the real beauty is how he loses himself when he’s with me this way. How his mask peels away. I don’t need to see him to enjoy all that. I just need to feel him against me.
His breathing deepens when he takes his cock in hand. With splints on my fingers, I can’t help him much. But I’ve still got a mouth.
Leaning forward, I lick the hollow of his throat before biting gently at his skin. He smells so good, like a hot engine and the dust of the road. “You’ve watc
hed me before. With women.”
His breath shudders. “Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
A rough laugh is his answer. The rhythmic flex of his arm quickens.
“I know you liked watching me with Jenny,” I tell him. Jesus, just remembering the way Jack looked at me afterward, remembering the hard outline of his cock against his jeans still turns me on. And I fucking hated him then. “What were you thinking? Maybe you were thinking that while I was on my knees licking her pussy, you’d get up behind me.”
His chest rumbles on a tortured groan. “Fuck, Lily.”
I grin against his jaw. “Mmm, yeah. You’d get up behind me, push my jeans down. Then you’d slip your fingers between my legs and feel how wet I was.”
The fingers of his left hand tighten on my hip. “How wet?”
Almost as wet as I am now. “Fucking drenched. You could have slid your cock right into me. So fucking deep. And I’d have had sweet pussy on my tongue and your dick filling me up.”
Hot and hard, Jack’s mouth latches onto my neck. He’s rocking between my legs, the truck swaying as he fucks into his hand. And, Jesus. Jesus. I’ve never been this turned on just by talking about sex. I want to tear off my kutte, let him suck on my tits, find some way to ease this burning ache.
I wrap my legs around his thrusting hips. “God, do you remember? She tasted so good when she came, and I was so fucking wet when I was done. Then I looked at you, and you were giving me that dead flat stare, but I could see how hard you were. And I wanted…I wanted…”
“What?” Jack growls the question against my lips before kissing me hard, fucking my mouth with his tongue. I’m huffing like a steam engine when he pulls away. “Tell me.”
“I just wanted to tear you apart. God.” I lift my arms around his neck, not caring how much the movement hurts. “I just wanted to slam you down to the ground and fill myself up with your cock and fucking make you come. Just fuck you until you were begging me to stop.”
He slams up the truck and groans. I ride the sharp jolt, hold him so close as he buries his face in my neck. His big body shudders.
