Charge: A Motorcycle Club, Shifter, Romance (Shifting Steel Book 2)

by Stephanie West

Marisol

  The wet sheet dropped exposing Trip in all his masculine glory. Her eyes were riveted to the trail of dark hair following it as it led from his navel down to his manhood. Trip’s shaft stood out from his waist impossibly long and thick.

  Marisol gasped.

  Trip’s cock had a barbell piercing running through it just below the broad head.

  She’d never fathomed of such a thing.

  Marisol stumbled in her shock and Trip quickly caught her before she fell. His arms wrapped around her waist, and the thing she’d been staring at pushed into her stomach making her shudder.

  Marisol looked up at Trip to see him staring back. His gaze was dark and seductive. Her nipples stiffened up as they abraded his chest. Trip’s mouth descended on Marisol’s and she was instantly lost to the heat of it. A tingly heady warmth engulfed Marisol as Trip’s tongue explored her mouth. Trip’s hands massaged her butt as he devoured her.

  She’d never known this kind of excitement or anticipation. He was frighteningly large but she wanted more. Marisol rubbed her thighs together to relieve the foreign ache that was building there. She’d never had a man touch her in such an intimate way, it was all so new.

  “Trip?” She pulled back unsure of herself.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Trip asked with a husky voice that made her shiver all over.

  Marisol shook her head no. She didn’t know how to tell him she didn’t know what to do. Marisol was afraid Trip would stop if she did. This all felt so good, when she’d lived with nothing but fear for so long.

  Trip

  Trip wanted to explore every inch of Marisol and was tired of resisting the desperate urge. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. Trip laid her tan little body down and stretched out beside her as he continued to explore her full lips. She tasted watery sweet.

  Trip nipped at her Marisol’s lips as his hand trailed over her breast. Marisol pushed into his hand as he stroked her beaded nipple. Her breathing increased in pace and Trip could tell she enjoyed having her nipples teased. He dipped low and his mouth took up the task of teasing her turgid nipple as his fingers continued south. Marisol’s thighs were clamped together as he rubbed at the seam of her pussy.

  Trip released Marisol’s breast and looked up at her.

  “You tell me to stop and I will.”

  Marisol

  Marisol couldn’t speak so she nodded.

  She was clenched so tight trying to hold back the overwhelming sensations mounting in her core. Trip’s fingers brushed the top of her cleft and she nearly jumped. She felt like she was on the edge of something intense, like any minute she’d fly apart.

  “Relax.” Trip said as his hand eased her thighs open.

  Marisol allowed Trip to pull her knees apart and he draped one leg over hers. His engorged length pressed into her side. She couldn’t help but stare at it. How was something so large meant to fit into her?

  Trip made lazy circles in the curls on her mound while she studied him.

  “Kiss me”

  She heard his deep voice say and looked up to see he’d been watching her. He was being patient with her. It made her relax even further. Marisol smiled parted her lips and leaned in. She enjoyed the way Trip was commanding and yet not too rough as his mouth possessed hers.

  Long strong fingers trailed across the lips of her vagina and she quivered as a throbbing pleasure spiked. It shot out from the place his fingers stroked and radiated up her spine short circuiting something in her brain. Marisol gasped at the wondrous new sensation.

  “You are so wet, beautiful.” He husked.

  Trip spread the slick moisture that leaked from her core upward and rubbed it across her sensitive swollen nub.

  Marisol gasped again and arched her hips upward unable to control her body’s response. She’d never found much pleasure in touching herself, but if she’d known this mind numbing ecstasy was possible she might have tried harder.

  Trip

  Marisol was hesitant even shy at first. He didn’t blame her, they’d practically just met. Trip felt he’d known her forever. Feelings of possessiveness and desire spurred him on.

  Once Marisol relaxed she was so responsive as he ran his fingers through her folds. Her gasps and whimpers made Trip so fucking hot as he circled her swollen little clit. He wanted, no needed desperately to suck on the little bud till she came all over his mouth screaming Trip’s name. He practically salivated at the thought.

  Trip broke their kiss and shifted down Marisol’s body watching her face as he descended. Her large dark eyes widened in surprise as he reached her mound.

  “What are you doing?” She asked with wavering voice.

  “I’m going to lick your pussy till your soaking wet and then if you let me I’m going to bury my cock in your heat.”

  Trip couldn’t help being crude but it was what he had planned, god willing. Marisol’s lips parted, her eyes darkened even further, and her erotic perfume spiked making his nostrils flare. God she was intoxicating.

  Trip spread Marisol’s legs farther making room for him to wedge his shoulders between her thighs. He stared at her quivering glistening folds. He’d seen a lot of pussy but none like this. The club whores had been well used and it showed. Marisol clearly wasn’t a whore. Her folds were pink and delicate like the petals of a flower. Trip spread her tight lips exposing her clit and weeping slit.

  When Trip bent forward and licked the swollen bud Marisol cried out. She tasted so sweet as he lapped at her cream. Her little slit contracted around his tongue and the convulsion radiated through Marisol entire body making her hips rise up and her back arch off the bed.

  “Shit” Trip growled.

  She tasted even better than he imagined, he nearly came as his hips rutted into the bed in response. Trip latched onto her clit and suckled it while flicking her with his tongue.

  Marisol squirmed and panted. Trip had to wrap his arms around her legs and grip her thighs to keep her from bucking and retreating up the bed. He felt and tasted a flood of moisture from her delicious cunt and groaned.

  “Fuck I can’t wait to bury myself inside her.”

  Marisol

  The vibrations that moved through the nub at the top of Marisol’s soaked cleft sent such intense pleasure rolling through her, she shook uncontrollably.

  Trip held her down to keep her where he could feast on her flesh. It was torture and pleasure all in the same breath. Marisol had no clue such mind numbing ecstasy was possible. Electric pulses arced out from her clit making her channel throb. She felt empty and needy. It hurt.

  Trip’s seeking fingers teased the mouth of her vagina before pushing in. He probed gently then rubbed back and forth along a spot at the top of her core. That along with what his mouth did to her clit made the amazing feelings intensify. How was that even possible?

  Marisol gasped as he stroked her sensitive hidden flesh. This is what she needed to relieve the unexplainable ache building inside her. How did Trip know the spot inside, behind her clit, was begging to be touched? His firm stroking fingers only escalated the pleasurable agony.

  Trip growled as he nipped Marisol’s bud, while rubbing his finger insistently up against that spot.

  Marisol cried out as the pleasure suddenly erupted into a super nova.

  Before she knew it Trip was hovering over her, his strong body pinning hers. Marisol felt the head of his large shaft probing at her entrance.

  “Trip I.”

  The words died on Marisol’s lips as Trip thrust his thick cock into her. Marisol bit hard on her lip to repress her cry of shock as she felt the intense stretching and burning deep inside.

  Trip

  Marisol was so slick and tight as Trip found her entrance. She looked at him with desire in her eyes. He was desperate to have her heat wrapped around him. Trip needed her writhing in ecstasy, impaled on his cock.

  Trip curled his hips and thrust forward, then stopped, as he felt the barrier tear.

  “Holy FUCK she
’s a virgin!”

  He’d never been with a virgin. Marisol bit so hard on her lip she broke to skin.

  “SHIT SHIT SHIT!”

  He was only halfway in and Marisol’s silky sheath was stretched impossibly tight around his cock. It was damn near painful yet she felt so good. Her pussy trembled, rocking his piercing, and Trip nearly came. It took every bit of his patience not to screw and grinds into her depths.

  “I’m such a fucking moron.” Trip berated himself.

  He’d thought she was innocent and nervous because they’d just met. No she acted that way because she was innocent.

  “Marisol are you okay? Why didn’t you tell me?” Trip asked as he looked down into her dark eyes.

  She was old enough that he just didn’t think she was this inexperienced. If he hadn’t been so damn eager and probed a little deeper he might have felt her barrier.

  “Dammit!” He curse his stupidity.

  “Please.” Marisol panted.

  “Please what baby? God I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “Please I need.” Marisol begged but couldn’t give words to her desire.

  Trip had felt possessive and protective of her before, but this cemented it. His inner beast purred at the thought of being the only one to claim sweet Marisol. Now there’d be no way he’d force his jaguar to give her up.

  Trip pulled back and eased forward again into her slick gripping heat. He’d gotten his cock pierced for a reason. The barb rubbed against Marisol’s G-spot with every stroke as he slid into her quaking channel. Marisol deserved nothing less than the mind shattering pleasure he planned to give her.

  Sweat broke out on his brow. It took every bit of control he had to not slam into her hot little body. His cock strained and kicked as Marisol fisted him. After a few strokes her painful gasps turned to pleasured moans. Trip pushed a bit deeper with each shallow thrust. He wasn’t a small guy, but Marisol accepted him inch by inch till he was finally buried balls deep.

  Marisol

  Trip was so big he pushed at the deepest recesses of Marisol’s body. She was stretched so tight she felt every inch of him, his thick head and the strange piercing. Marisol gasped and groaned, shuddering each time he abraded that incredibly sensitive spot inside her body.

  Trip increased his pace till the pleasure was a constant bombardment. Marisol wrapped her legs around Trip’s flexing hips and gripped his shoulders to hold on as he surged forward slamming into her ass.

  “Dios mio. Trip mas fuerte.” Harder Marisol demanded tossing her head back as the unbelievable sensation rocked her.

  Something decadent and cataclysmic was building, taunting her.

  Trip

  Marisol lapsed into Spanish, with her erotic accent she demanded and begged for release. God it turned him on. Her sweet cunt gripped and writhed as it enveloped Trip over and over. She was a slick inferno, a little piece of heaven in his arms.

  The sounds of their bodies thrusting and coming together mixed with her sweetly moaned cries made Trip lose his mind. He shifted her hips up and ground into her hot pussy.

  Suddenly Marisol stiffened, her nails digging into Trip’s shoulders. Her back arched and she screamed as her little pussy exploded, spasming uncontrollably around his shaft.

  Trip felt his canines lengthen but resisted biting down on her shoulder. Marisol had suffered enough.

  Trip pushed in deep one final time as the orgasm ripped through his body, his cock swelled and kicked. Marisol’s gripping convulsions massaging his shaft and piercing throwing him into the most intense climax he’d ever experienced.

  “Fuuuuck” Trip roared as he detonated.

  Stars flashed before Trip’s eyes. His back arched shoving deeper into Marisol’s grasping channel as he spasmed. Trip nearly succumbed, letting the ecstasy drag him into oblivion. He’d never come so hard in his life he nearly passed out.

  Trip collapsed and pulled Marisol close, still buried inside her twitching body. It was then he realized he’d never even considered finding a condom.

  “Dammit I really am a fucking moron!” He was just racking up the idiot points.

  Trip couldn’t regret it though. Marisol was his. The beast inside knew it and now he had followed through with claiming her.

  Marisol

  “I’m sorry I can’t believe I forgot protection.” Trip said as Marisol snuggled into him. “I’m clean and I don’t want you to worry about anything beautiful.” Trip husked into her ear.

  Marisol nodded.

  She hadn’t had a period for a while, probably because all the stress. Considering the mind blowing pleasure she’d just experienced she couldn’t bring herself to worry, it was the farthest thing from her mind.

  “I think it will be okay.” She replied lazily as Trip kissed her neck making her shiver.

  “Better than okay I hope.”

  Marisol smiled and nodded.

  “Why didn’t you tell me to stop?” He asked turning her chin to look at him.

  “I didn’t want you to.”

  Marisol didn’t want Trip to think she would latch onto him like women often do with men they are intimate with. She also didn’t want him to think she did this just because he rescued her.

  She wouldn’t mind experiencing such a thing again and she did find his gallant rescue compelling, but somehow there was more to all this. But she didn’t dare make too much of it so soon. Trip seemed like a free spirit. A god like man such that he was probably had woman throwing themselves at him all the time. So Marisol chose her words wisely.

  “I liked what you were doing. I grew up in such a small town. I never found anyone that interested me. Plus its nice that I don’t have to hide my gift with you.” She looked into his dark eyes.

  Trip laughed.

  “I know what you mean. There’s nothing worse than hiding who you are.”

  “That’s pretty much what my parents did. They moved me to a place devoid of technology. I still remember the way my mother cried when I came home from school and told her how I’d blown the power for the entire building. I ruined the few new computers the school had gotten.” Marisol frowned. “That’s when they decided to leave and move us closer to my Abuela. Mom used to go to the church and light candle after candle. I don’t think she realized I knew she was praying for me to be normal.” Marisol tried not to sound sad and pathetic.

  “I’m sorry.” Trip shook his head. “My family kicked me out because I’m so different, even from my kind.” Trip replied.

  Marisol felt awful. She may not have been accepted as she was but at least her family hadn’t abandoned her.

  “Aren’t they like you?” She asked.

  “They are Shifters but like most they don’t completely turn. I’m sort of a freak that way.”

  Marisol ran her fingers over Trip’s tattoos.

  “No you are wonderful.” She didn’t mean to sound so wistful as she said it but his jaguar was beautiful, truly amazing.

  “My people think it makes me primitive and uncontrolled. I guess I let that theme run away with me.” Trip looked down at where Marisol’s hands explored his ink.

  “Is that why you have all the tattoos and piercings?”

  “Probably”

  “What possessed you to get the one in your um…” She looked down towards his waist.

  “Did you like that? Its meant to please the ladies.” Trip wagged his eyebrows.

  Marisol blushed and Trip laughed.

  “I have nothing to compare to.” She demurred.

  “I hope I didn’t hurt you. I got carried away.”

  “I’m a bit sore but I’ve never known anything like that.” Marisol rubbed her face into Trip’s chest breathing in his delicious masculine scent.

  “I’ve never been with a virgin, I really hope I didn’t screw up.”

  “No” She smiled at him.

  Marisol really couldn’t believe how amazing it had been. Now she knew why everyone made such a big deal about sex. She could quickly see hers
elf becoming one of those wanton woman people whispered about and decried.

  Marisol let her tongue peek out and licked one of Trip’s nipples. It stiffened and he groaned.

  “You best stop or I might not be able to keep my hands off you.” Trip warned

  Marisol wanted to touch him more, but she was sore and didn’t know if she could withstand him quite yet, so she stopped teasing.

  “Did your father have such a hard time with your abilities?” Trip asked as he played with her long dark hair.

  “Yes and No. My father came from the town we moved to. I think his mother, my Abuela has the gift too, but she’s never even had electricity so who knows.” Marisol hadn’t seen her grandmother in months. “She never treated me like I was different.”

  “Good! You’re not a freak. You’re amazing.” Trip insisted.

  Trip squeezed Marisol close and she grinned. It was so nice to not feel like a pariah. “Are you hungry?” Trip asked

  “Starving!” Marisol replied and they both laughed because sadly it was pretty much true for the both of them.

  5 On the Run

  Trip

  They ate the rice and beans Trip cooked wearing borrowed clothes. Trip couldn’t help but stare at Marisol’s long wavy black hair and rosy cheeks as they chatted. She got a sad look as she talked about her murdered father and he wanted to slaughter the entire cartel.

  “I have friends coming. I didn’t want to assume but you should come with us. I live in Chicago. My brothers are Shifters like me. We don’t mind others that are different. You might really get along with Iris.”

  Trip told Marisol about how Iris had a strange gift too. The woman, Iris, sounded amazing. Marisol was in awe of how she went so quickly from being alone in her oddity to being just one of a few gifted individuals.

  “That sounds nice, but you’ve done so much to help me already. I think I could go live with my Abuela. She is old and could use my help. We get along so well.” Marisol said.

  Trip nodded but felt an almost crushing disappointment. He’d not known Marisol long but he had hoped she’d agree to go with him. His jaguar whined and Trip had to work hard to keep the disappointed look from twisting his expression. This was her home, of course she wanted to stay.