Archer: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

by Rae B. Lake

  I kicked the bottle away from me, I’ll be damned if I was going to fail at another part of my life. I dropped down on my bed not even bothering to peel back the sheets. I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep, doing my damndest to ignore the steady shake in my hands indicating the withdrawal to come.

  Chapter 7

  I spent the next few days in my room, mostly in pain from the alcohol withdrawal. I only came out to piss and eat. Most of my time was spent going over the shot in my mind. I spent years in the military becoming one of the best marksmen in the world. I couldn’t understand how I could have made such an egregious mistake. I had made tougher shots in battle zones where people were getting blown up and limbs shot off, so it wasn’t that I was distracted. I used the same rifle that I have always used so it wasn’t an equipment error. I refused to believe that it was luck, I didn’t subscribe to bad luck. So the only explanation that I could come up with was that I was a fuck up, the same thing the doubts in my head have been screaming for the past few days. I just wasn’t accustomed to feeling like this, I had to figure out a way to get my head on straight. I only knew of one way to do it. I had to get to the bottom of what happened and to do that I needed information.

  “Yo, Clean you down there?” I stuck my head out of my door. Hoping beyond hope that he was here and had more information than I did.

  “Nah, he hasn’t been back since the lockdown was lifted,” Mick called up. “I’m sure that he will be back later though, where there’s tits and ass, there shall be Clean.”

  I gave a small smirk at that, Mick was right Clean for sure was going to be at the club tonight. There was going to be a party, a celebration of our freedom. All the club bunnies were supposed to be here. Clean would show.

  The party was in full swing, and everyone was living it the hell up. I sat down in the corner looking around the room at the different pieces of ass that were being paraded in front of me. There were strippers galore and some girls I was sure were escorts. One of the older club bunnies, Cherry, stopped right in front of me. She had on a leather one-piece so tight that her boobs practically fell out of the top. Her ass was generous and firm and honestly, the girl’s body was on point.

  “So tell me handsome, what can I do to get that scowl off your face?” She straddled my thighs, taking extra care to rub her mound on my dick.

  “You don’t want to mess with me today, I’m not in the mood to be gentle.” I tried to push her off my lap but she locked her arms behind my neck.

  “Gentle, who wants that shit? Lose control with me, let me have it all.” She stared me straight in the eyes as she snaked her tongue out of her mouth and licked my bottom lip. Then to my surprise, she caught that same lip in her teeth and bit down hard. I didn’t yell out or jump, but I could see what she wanted and as long as she knew what she was asking for and she was a willing participant, I was going to give it to her.

  “Get the fuck off me and go to my room.”

  She smiled brightly and jumped off my lap. She made it to my room before I could even adjust myself fully and get down from the stool I was sitting on.

  “That’s what I’m talking about brother, let her show you her many talents,” Maddox called out as he passed me on his way towards the DJ booth. I could have kicked him in the back of the head for that remark. I wasn’t interested in her fucking talents, I was a caged beast. All this doubt that had been running through my head for the past few days needed an out. I didn’t want to have a little fun, I wanted to be released. Hard, rough, and painful.

  I went to the bar where I could see Wire and Keeley kissing when she was supposed to be serving the guys drinks. All of the ol’ ladies tried to do something whenever there was a party and this time Keeley chose to play bartender. It would’ve been fine if Wire wasn’t so busy trying to maul her behind the bar. It was fucking disgusting how happy they were.

  “Key, can I get a whiskey?” I shouted at the back of Wire’s head. The only response that I got was a middle finger from my brother who refused to take his tongue out of his woman’s throat.

  “Dillon, wait…” Keeley tried to pull away, barely. She giggled when Wire pushed her further back against the booze. There was no way that she was going to be able to help me anytime soon.

  Fuck it.

  I reached behind the bar and picked up the first bottle that I could grab. A bottle of Jack Daniels that was three-quarters of the way full. This would have to do. I looked around one more time at the women and my brothers all having a grand time. They were laughing, random women were being felt up and drinks were being spilled. I was so fucking tired of everyone laughing, didn’t they know how screwed up life was at this very moment? I guess it pays to be ignorant.

  I shook off my thoughts as best as I could and made my way up to my room. I opened the door and Cherry was already lying on my bed, her purse in my chair, the contents half spilled out. Her shoes off, strewn across the floor.

  Messy bitch.

  I hate slobs, shit should go where it belonged not just where it could be thrown. I walked over to her and looked her over. I picked up her hands and analyzed them, her nails were real. They’d do, those fake nails didn’t hurt.

  “Oh, I’m so ready for you.” Cherry purred as she stood and made her way over to me. She used her fingers to trail a line over my biceps. Her touch did nothing to cut through the numbness I was feeling. I took my kutte off and hung it up on the hook on the door; where it belonged. She followed me, fondling my ass and lifting my shirt to get to my abs.

  Thanks to my time in the military, I have the body of a machine and enjoy the workout needed to keep it that way. I never really cared that women loved to look at me like I was some sort of prize. I kept in shape so that I could beat the shit out of anyone who decided they wanted to test me. I was a marksman sure, but I guarantee there wasn’t anyone who wanted to meet me in a hand to hand fight.

  She stood on her tippy toes trying to get to my mouth, leaving soft kisses on my neck and caressing my body. That shit was pissing me off, I already told her I wasn’t into the gentle shit today. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked hard enough to catch her off guard.

  “Cherry, I am going to tell you one more damn time. If you’re not ready to play rough, you don’t need to be fucking with me tonight.”

  “No, I’m read-”

  “Don’t fucking interrupt me!” I yelled causing her to jump. I was on the edge. “This shit isn’t for me to feel good and I’m not doing it for you either. I need this release, it’s not going to be pretty, all massages, poetry and shit.”

  She nodded her head once as best she could while I was still holding her hair in my hand.

  “I want your complete submission, so if you’re staying know that you’re mine to do with as I wish, for as long as I wish. Are you still game?”

  I could see the mischief bubbling up in her eyes, she thought that she’d be able to break me. I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t so ready to get this shit started already. She nodded once again.

  “Good,” I released her hair and grabbed her tightly by the back of her neck, hard enough for her to tense up a bit. “You will scream, you will cum, you will think that you can’t take anymore but I will be the one to end this. If you say stop at any time, you’re to get off my dick and get the fuck out of my room, no talking, no stopping, no touching, nothing, ever again. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, I get it.” She tried to reach up with her hands and grab my head. I slapped her hands away. I yanked on the thick strap on her shoulder that was keeping her little leather outfit on. The force left a small red mark.

  “Take this shit off.”

  She stripped in seconds, not making a show out of it.

  “Play with your tits.”

  She rubbed them.

  “Harder!” I was already out of my clothes, all that was left was my boxer briefs. Every muscle in my body was taut. I could feel my dick getting heavier, harder and thicker.

  I walked back over towards her;
she wasn’t squeezing them hard enough, not hard enough for me. I wanted to see the blood color her skin. I used my hand to grab fistfuls of her flesh, letting my rough skin scrape against her softness. I used my forefinger and my thumb to squeeze her nipple hard enough to make her hiss and try to back away. I switched back and forth between grabbing her whole breast to focusing on just her nipple, as she got used to the sensation I switched. I used my other hand to rub on her clit, the new sensation caused her to moan. I squeezed her nipple hard. I wanted her to know pain could be pleasure and that was what she was going to get today. I felt her body tighten up and knew she was ready to cum.

  “Mmm, oh yes. Archer keep going.” She lolled her head back, ready for the fall. I took that as my chance to introduce a new feeling. Right as her breath caught in her throat, I lowered my head to the fleshy part of her breast and I bit her. Hard. She screamed out, half in pain, half in pleasure. I rubbed her wet pussy faster wanting to draw it out. She tried to push me away, her natural instinct was to get away from all the sensations.

  “Archer, my fucking god!” Her body bucked violently and I held her tightly, using more strength than I probably needed.

  I knew the very second she was on the tail end of her climax, time to up the ante. I grabbed her hair again creating a makeshift ponytail, “On your knees.”

  “Wait, let me catch-”

  “Get on your fucking knees now!” I squeezed her hair tighter, she dropped to her knees. A slight smile on her face. I felt like it was my duty to wipe that shit off her lips, I wanted her to be nothing more than a quivering, cumming pile of a woman.

  I bent down slightly so that I could speak closer to her ear to make sure she understood my directions. “I want you to suck my cock, I want that shit wet and deep down your throat. You will gag, you will choke but if you bite me, I will toss you the fuck out of my room.”

  Before she could get a good breath I was already in her mouth. She grabbed the base of my dick with one hand and sucked on the head. There was still a good five inches between where her hand ended and her mouth began. I have been told I’m bigger than most but I don’t allow that just the tip shit. She was going to fucking take all of me. I grabbed the back of her head and plunged as far as I could get down her throat. She gagged and some of that slicker spit started to coat her throat and bubble out her mouth I knew that was dangerous territory. The last thing I wanted was for this broad to throw up on my lap. I pulled back a bit but kept up my furious pace making sure I hit her tonsils with every thrust. I waited until tears began to involuntarily leak from her eyes, snot from her nose, then I pulled all the way out of her mouth just to hear her gasp for air. I counted to ten and thrust myself back into her mouth. Her hands gripped my thighs hard but she wasn’t pushing away anymore, she was accepting me. Angling her mouth so that she could take more of me in.

  That’s a good girl.

  I pulled out again to let her breathe, a trail of spit coming out of her mouth as I did. I could feel my body getting ready to explode but I was far from done. I clenched my inner muscles and stopped that shit in its tracks. I have been able to deny myself when it came to orgasms for as long as I could remember. Some people call it edging, others said it was a kegel exercise, whatever the fuck it was I was going to be the one who made the choice to cum, not some random impulse in my body. I could build myself up and hold back my orgasms for hours. The only issue with that is, after a few hours it starts to physically hurt. Don’t get me wrong, I was all for some pain during sex, but I always let myself finish to avoid that kind of deep ache if I didn’t finish.

  I rammed my dick further down her throat, she moved her hand away from my shaft and I saw too much of my cock unattended to. I needed to get deeper. This time on the way out of her mouth she used just a little bit of her teeth to scrap my shaft. The pain scorched through my body in waves.

  I hissed, “I like that shit, do it again.”

  She did it again, rotating between taking me real deep then sliding her teeth lightly on my dick. I felt my balls tighten up again when she started to dig her nails into the apples of my ass. I grabbed her neck, yanking her to a standing position. I smashed my mouth against hers, teeth clashing and lips hard. I bit down on her lip as I lifted her with the other arm so that she could wrap her legs around me.

  “Archer, Archer, mmm…” She mumbled weakly as I still had my hand tightly around her neck.

  I dropped her on my bed and attacked her pussy with my mouth. I used one hand to hold her midsection down on the bed while my tongue furiously worked on her clit and honey hole. Once I found that she was wet enough that I wouldn’t cause any real damage, I pushed two of my fingers into her snatch. She screamed and slammed her hands onto the bed, her abdominal muscles contracting from the effort of orgasming so hard again. I didn’t hesitate. I crawled up her body, her muscles still twitching from the rollercoaster I was putting her through. I reached into the drawer of my side table and pulled out a condom. There was no way that I was going to fuck this club bunny raw. Not Cherry. She probably was the only one to have slept with every one of my brothers, we knew she was clean but she didn’t deserve my seed.

  I slid the latex on my dick and thrust into her not even waiting for her to get adjusted to me. She screamed out and tried to push back. I was sure that I had hit the furthest wall in her vagina. I pulled her back down on me.

  “Aargh!” She screamed and let her legs fall limply to the side, relaxing her pussy so that I could go to town on her. I reared up on my knees and holding her by her thighs and I plowed into her. The smack of my thighs hitting her ass was the only sound I could hear, other than her guttural screams. “Jesus, you’re so fucking big. So big.” She arched her back causing her tits to point straight up in the air, grabbing onto my wrist, she dug her nails into my arms. A small bead of blood popped up from the crest her nails left in my skin.

  “Fuck, yes.” I gripped her harder and jackhammered into her. Right as her pussy began to squeeze on my dick, I pulled my dick out of her and flipped her over to her stomach, placing one knee across her upper thighs and swatted her hard on her ass.

  “Archer!” She screamed once the sting and fire of her assaulted ass resonated in her mind. I used my other hand to hold her down on the bed and I swatted her several more times. Enough force for a raised handprint to bloom across her ass. She kicked and screamed, cried and cursed but she never told me to stop and evidence of her arousal was dripping down her legs. I swatted her a few more times and just before it became too much for her to bear, I parted her legs and plunged back into her pussy.

  “I can’t cum anymore, oh my god..oh..fffuck!” Her muscles spasmed hard showing deep indentations before going back to their original relaxed state over and over again. I turned her back over this time leaving her on her side. She flopped over, every muscle in her body completely lax. Eyes barely opened, sweat and spit coating her face making strands of her hair stick to her face.

  “You’re fucking spent.” We’d already spent two hours going back and forth between pain and pleasure, I doubted she could even lift her head right now if she wanted to.

  “You’re a fucking beast…a fucking beast.” She mumbled hardly opening up her mouth to form words.

  “I warned you, and I’m not done with you yet.” I bent down and sucked on her breast deeply, enough to shock her body back into overdrive. She whimpered and moaned in ecstasy but didn’t move. She wasn’t going to give me anything else tonight so it was time for me to finish this. I threw one of her legs over my shoulder, grabbing her waist I dived deep into her pussy. She moaned my name again and again.

  “You good Cherry?” I asked I was about to go full force, I liked pain but I didn’t want to force her to do something she couldn’t take.

  “Give me all of it, take me, take me.” She opened her eyes wide enough for me to see that she was still with me and ready. She grabbed her breasts in her own hands and held on. That was all the confirmation I needed. I closed my eyes and let my
need take over. I slammed into her over and over again my snarls and groans combined with her deep soulful cries of pleasure completely drowning out the party going on downstairs.

  I squeezed her waist tighter, my climax right there, so close I could feel it in my hair follicles. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.” I could tell Cherry was about to tap out, she was gripping the sheets so tight her knuckles were beginning to turn white. I pounded into her faster and harder, harder than I thought possible when finally in a swift rush I came. “Fuck!” I pumped, now a bit disjointedly as coordination left my body. I pulsed into the condom and finally relaxed my body.

  I stood up over Cherry as she lay on my bed her legs in awkward positions, red marks and indentations from my hands all over her body. She looked like she was in a pleasure induced coma. I didn’t start out trying to please her but if it was a side effect, I wasn’t going to deny her.

  “Cherry, it’s time to go.” I tapped her leg wanting her to get out of my room already. I found my pants on the floor and slipped them on. “Cherry.”

  “Fuck…you.”

  There was no force behind the words, no strength at all. As much as I wanted to be on my own, there was no way that she was moving right now. I guess I needed to give her a bit of time to recover, I just wish she would do that shit anywhere but here.

  “Whatever.” I grabbed the bottle of Jack that I brought upstairs with me earlier and took a long swig. “I’m going downstairs to check on shit for a minute, when I get back up here, I want you out of my room with all your shit including these sheets. Put them in the laundry, and if I find out anything is missing or misplaced we are going to have a fucking problem, you get me Cherry?”

  “Hmm, yeah yeah.” She hadn’t even moved.

  Yeah, she was going to be a while.

  The party was winding down but there were still quite a few folks milling around, dancing and drinking. I didn’t see Keeley or Wire at the bar anymore, now a prospect was there playing barkeep. I looked around to see if anything was amiss or if anyone needed a hand with anything but everyone was too busy having a good time. Including Clean. I was a bit relaxed after my time with Cherry but that didn’t mean that I didn’t have bigger issues to deal with.