Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3)

by Wilder, Chiah

  “Please, Chas. Please.”

  “What, babe? What do you want?” On his knees, he leaned back, licking off her juices from his fingers.

  “I want you inside me. Please.” She grabbed the sheets, tugging them toward her.

  “Fuck, it’s hot when you beg, but precious, I decide how and when I’ll put my big cock in you. Now, open your pretty little mouth and suck my dick.”

  Scooting up, he straddled her as his steel rod entered her open mouth. He squeezed her tits as she lapped up the pre-come off his cock’s head then wrapped her lips around it. Watching her grab the base of his dick, her lips moving up and down while her tongue swirled around the underside of his head, fucking blew his mind. A smoldering heat passed between them as they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes.

  “You did good, precious,” he said as the wet sounds of her lips sucking his dick pounded in his ears. “Now, I want to fuck your pussy. Spread your legs wide.” His dick slid out of her mouth, and he bent over and kissed her hard, his tongue digging in deep, tasting her and him.

  Their eyes still locked on each other, he reached behind him, feeling for his pants. Fuck. He swung his leg over the edge of the bed and spotting his jeans crumpled on the floor, he hurriedly rummaged through his back pocket for a condom. Rolling it on, he climbed back on the bed, the mattress sagging a bit. He lowered his head and placed his mouth over her clit, softly sucking.

  Addie wrapped her legs around him and he guided his dick to her hot slit. Slowly, he pushed in, and her legs clutched him tighter. He sank his rod in deeper, and she gasped.

  “You okay, precious?”

  Nodding, Addie dug her fingernails in to his shoulders.

  He plunged in deeper until he filled her, and her pussy tightened around him. Addie’s shuddering and pleasure sounds went straight to his cock, and he pulled out then shoved back in her, pumping as she raked his back and ass with her nails. Ebony and emerald eyes held one another in a heated gaze, as their bodies pumped and writhed to the sounds of Chas’s balls slapping against her pussy. Her loud moans echoed in the room as the scent of sex—sweat with a mixture of musk—permeated the place.

  Then he flicked his finger on her clit and her body quaked, the tremors vibrating against him. She turned her head sideways and shoved it deeper into the pillow, her eyes closed, hands tangled in her hair.

  “Fuck! Oh, fuck!” she screamed.

  Bending over, he cupped her chin and moved her face to his, placing his mouth over hers, his tongue slipping in. Under his chest, he felt her body move up and down as it tightened. Then she threw her arms around his neck, clawing it with her fingernails, biting down hard on his tongue as her body jerked and quivered.

  Drawing his mouth away, he swallowed, a faint coppery taste lingering. Pressure building in his dick, his back legs and ass tightened, his ears pounded, and his chest burned right before he exploded, his low groan filling the room. On the wave of his orgasm, Addie shook under him, her arms wound so tightly around him he could only take shallow breaths.

  Peppering his face with kisses, she said, “Fuck, that was amazing.”

  Rolling to the side, Chas propped himself up on his elbow and stroked her damp face. “Fuck yeah. My cock’s wanted in your pussy since I first saw you. You, precious, were definitely worth the wait.” He traced her jawline with his finger, leaning in to kiss the base of her throat, and the goosebumps on her skin’s surface were like small rocks under his fingertips. “I love your fuckin’ body.”

  Addie tilted his chin up and moved toward him, kissing him gently on his lips. “You are wonderful,” she said with a wide smile.

  “And only one casualty.” He pointed to his swollen tongue. “Not bad, precious.”

  Burying her head against his neck, she groaned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t mean to bite you that hard.”

  “The way you fuck, you can bite me anytime.” He slapped her ass, enjoying the way it jiggled.

  Addie rubbed her cheek, a pink imprint forming. “Ow,” she said with a wink. Giggling, she brushed her lips across his neck.

  He lay down, tugging her closer to him. She curled her arm around him and pillowed her head on his chest. In a short time, he heard her soft snores. Running his finger down her arm, he couldn’t believe how hard he came, couldn’t remember the last time it’d been that hard. There was something about his redheaded spitfire that made his cock ignite.

  Addie was the first woman who yanked at all of him: his dick, heart, and soul. He didn’t want a relationship; they were a pain in the ass. The shit he went through when he and Brianna were married swore him off any involvement with women except for fucking, and he’d been doing that for the past two years—until he met Addie. There was just something about her which made him want to see her again. Chas wanted to spend time with her.

  He kissed her cheek softly.

  I can’t fuckin’ walk away. I know I should ’cause I’m gonna get myself in too deep, but this one is different. She gives me something no other bitch ever has. I don’t know what it is, but I want more of her.

  Fuck.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sunlight seeped into the bedroom while the window blinds clacked in the light breeze. Addie opened her eyes and saw a strong, tattooed arm curled around her stomach. A wide grin spread across her face as she remembered the passion of the previous night. It had been more than amazing, and the way Chas had touched her, had made her body explode. No man had ever touched her the way he had. Ian had always been so meticulous in his screwing, and it always seemed more clinical than passionate or romantic. He had never cared if she came or not, it had only been about his pleasure. The previous night, Chas seemed to care very much about her pleasure, and he held off until she climaxed. The amazing thing was how long he could go without coming.

  Mind-boggling.

  Another thing she couldn’t understand was how he got her to act like such a slut, and how much she loved it. His dirty mouth slayed her—it was such a turn-on. She had to face the truth; she loved bad boys with attitude, and Chas was the epitome of a bad boy. She fucking loved every minute of their time together, even though she was a little sore.

  Chas stirred, and a hard rod pressed against her ass. Soft nipples rose to attention under his flicking fingers as he kissed her hair. A heated coil in her stomach began to unravel as desire spread to her core, and a slight pulse beat in her pussy.

  “Are you gonna give me something, precious?” His hot breath skimmed across her neck, making the hairs stand on end.

  “What is it you want?” she asked, knowing full well what he wanted.

  Seeming to like the game, he replied, “I want my cock in your pussy.” His hand slid down between her legs, his fingers disappearing in her folds.

  When he touched her nub, she gasped and clutched his moving hand, keeping it in place as she gyrated against it.

  “You’re wanting it, too, baby.” His breath on her neck was driving her crazy.

  “I love the way you touch me,” she said, her breathing erratic.

  “Good, ’cause I fuckin’ love to touch you. All of you.”

  Gently pushing her onto her stomach, Chas caressed her pussy while he kissed the back of her neck. His delectable mouth moved down her spine as his fingers continued stroking her wet sex. Tremors of pure pleasure vibrated throughout her body, and a sweet sensation began building up in her pussy. His touch was incredible—it set her on fire.

  A few soft bites followed the feathery kisses he was lavishing on her ass, and goosebumps dotted her skin. Letting herself go, she embraced the feel of his lips on her skin, the pressure of his fingers on her clit, and the tingles shooting through her at lightning speed.

  As she lost herself in the moment, a whack on her right ass cheek brought her thoughts front and center.

  “What the fuck?” she said as she clenched her ass.

  “Your ass is so fuckin’ tempting. It’s begging to be slapped,” Chas whispered aga
inst her cheek as he cooled the smack with his tongue.

  Waiting for the next slap, Addie was disappointed it didn’t come. For reasons she couldn’t articulate, she found it extremely arousing to have her ass smacked. Embarrassed to ask for it, she pushed herself up on her knees, arched her back, and shoved her ass against him.

  Chuckling, he said in a low voice, “You like me slapping your ass, precious? You’re just a little slut, aren’t you?”

  Before she could answer, another smack landed on her fleshy, white ass, followed by Chas’s mouth and tongue swirling around. She cried out when he rammed two fingers through her wet slit while continuing to slap and soothe her cheeks. The pressure built and she believed if she didn’t explode right then, she’d lose her mind.

  On the brink of erupting, Chas shoved his cock into her hot sweetness. As he drilled into her, he rubbed his thumb in her juices then spread it around her ass’s puckered opening.

  Oh, fuck, it feels incredible. Fuck, he’s going to go in there.

  Her ass tightened as her apprehension and desire mounted.

  “You okay with me going inside your pretty hole with my thumb?” he asked hoarsely as he leaned over her.

  With short breaths, she nodded, adding, “Will it hurt?”

  “Anyone ever have your hot ass?”

  She shook both her head and her butt.

  “You want it?” He slammed into her pussy again, making her mind reel.

  “Yeah, I want it. I’m just scared it’ll hurt.”

  “I won’t hurt you, precious.”

  His fingers weaved around her hair, close to her scalp. Turning her head sideways, he kissed her roughly, slamming back into her dripping pussy. Reaching behind her, she raked her nails down his thighs then spread her knees further apart. Grasping her hips, Chas shoved the small of her back downward, making her ass pivot upward.

  “Perfect. I’m gonna ram your tight cunt hard and deep. My thumb buried in your ass is gonna make you feel full, and you’re gonna come so hard, you’ll be begging me for more.”

  Too aroused to answer, she moaned and pushed her butt further back.

  Stroking her ass with his thumb, he fucked her pussy then pushed his thumb into her rosy opening.

  “Oh, God!” Addie gasped, her voice hoarse and raw. “Oh…”

  “That feels good, doesn’t it? Feels real good,” he whispered.

  Quivering in excitement, she spread her knees wider. She peeked behind her shoulder. Chas’s eyes were riveted on his cock moving in and out of her pussy. Glancing up, his heated gaze locked with hers.

  “That’s it, baby. Spread wide for me so I can fuck you deeper,” Chas rasped. “Can’t wait to fuck your ass with my dick, but that’s for another time.” His cock pummeled her sex while his thumb shoved in and out of her ass.

  Each thrust of his dick and thumb in her drove her crazier as the pressure built at a frenzied pace. When his hand palmed her sensitive nub, she screamed out in a deep, raw voice she didn’t recognize. The spasms shook her body with a ferocity she’d never experienced, and she broke into a million tiny pleasure pieces, floating through her then back out as her vision clouded and her head roared.

  Chas’s guttural growl followed right behind her as his fingers dug into her ass, his short breaths pounding in her ears. “Fuck!” he cried.

  Addie collapsed on her stomach then rolled on top of Chas when he tumbled on his back, taking her with him. Part of her covered his chest, her tangled, messy hair spread over it like a blanket. Cupping his semi-hard dick, the feel of it in her palm made her smile. His arms wrapped around her and they both lay sated as the breeze dried their sweaty bodies.

  After a while, Addie tried to rise, but Chas held her firmly in place while he stroked her messy hair.

  “I have to go to work, and I desperately need to go to the bathroom.” Kissing his chest, she ran her nails across his hard stomach. She couldn’t feel one ounce of flab on his ripped body. She loved tracing his corded muscle.

  “You can go to the bathroom, but I want your naked ass back in bed, next to me.”

  “Okay, just let me up.”

  Freed from his warm arm, Addie ran to the bathroom. Freshening up a bit, she walked out with a light terrycloth robe wrapped around her.

  “Why the fuck are you hiding your luscious body? Take it off so I can see you.”

  Nodding, she slipped the robe off, and it pooled around her feet in a crumpled heap. “Chas, as much as I want to stay in bed with you holding me, I can’t. I have to go to work.”

  “Call in and let’s spend the day together.”

  “I couldn’t do that.”

  “Why not? You got the new hire and the old lady to take care of shit. You also got a few others on call. Come on, bend the rules a bit. It’s not like you do this every day.”

  “What about Jack?” she asked.

  “My mom is helping out with him. He loves staying at his grandparents’ house ’cause they spoil him. My mom said she’ll take care of Jack until tomorrow evening, so there’s nothing stopping us.” He reached for her hand, then guided her down onto the bed next to him.

  “The one thing stopping me is something called my job,” she said.

  “Come on, precious, call in. I promise you won’t regret it. I know a great place where the views are spectacular. The resort is beautiful, and we can spend the night.”

  Addie looked down on his face, his eyes glowing as he maintained strong eye contact with her. Chewing her bottom lip, Addie didn’t know what to do. On one hand, if she went with him, she’d be shirking her duties at work, but if she didn’t, she’d be wishing all day she had. Not one for impulsive, rash decisions, Addie tended to overthink most things. Was she a total lunatic slut to run off on an overnight excursion with a student’s father she didn’t know very well? It was one thing to bang each other in her space, but to spend so much time together when they didn’t know each other well seemed kind of crazy.

  “You’re overthinking this. I can see it in your eyes, precious.” Chas propelled himself up and reclined against the headboard. He held her hand and squeezed it. “Just do it. Fuck, it’s only one night. Life’s too short to overthink most shit. We don’t know what the hell can happen, and that’s the reason you gotta grab the good things—the things that make you fuckin’ feel, you know?” Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed it. “What do you say?”

  For the past two years Addie had been running away from shadows, from her memories, and from “what ifs.” Happiness, seizing the moment, feeling something other than fear and despair weren’t part of her makeup since the dreadful day when she’d stumbled on the horrific carnage her husband had executed.

  Why the fuck not? I want to spend more time with Chas, so why shouldn’t I seize this moment?

  She beamed as she neared Chas’s face. When she was inches from him, she said, “Why the fuck not?” Then she kissed him wet and hard.

  * * *

  The ride to the resort cut through breathtaking mountain vistas. Chas took the back roads, and Addie was glad because traffic was minimal. The mountains were dotted with the aspens’ round gold leaves which glittered in the sunlight like bright coins. Vibrant punches of orange and red flamed across the landscape amidst the solid pattern of varying shades of green from towering pine and evergreen trees.

  Clear crystal creeks flowed off to the side of the road, the smooth rock bed visible to the riders as the Harley followed the creek for most of their journey. They passed a few decaying miners’ shacks, as well as scurrying animals foraging for food.

  Addie, her arms tight around Chas’s waist, let go of all the darkness in her mind and turned her face up to the sun, welcoming its warmth and brightness. Being with Chas on the back of his bike seemed like the only right thing she had done in her life since her parents’ death. She figured Chas was in this for the short haul, and she couldn’t even contemplate anything more than that, either. Even though her heart tugged whenever he touched her or smiled at he
r, she had to push those feelings way back, because she was in no position to become serious with Chas or any man. She was a married woman under the law, and there was no way she would ever take the chance to stir shit up with Ian by filing for a divorce.

  Addie decided she wasn’t going to overthink or even think about what she had with Chas. She was just going to feel how she responded to his touches. For once in her life, she was just going to go with the damn flow.

  As the Harley handled the dusty roads, the vibration from the motorcycle buzzed underneath her seat. With her legs spread wide, her clit was pressed firmly to the leather seat’s hard, vibrating, and rocking surface while she hugged Chas. Warm throbs pulsed between her inner thighs. Squirming against the seat, her cheeks flamed when she saw Chas grin and chuckle. She hid her face in his muscled shoulder, encased in soft leather, which caressed her skin. The tingling in her mound grew with each bump and mile they covered. The throbbing of the engine at a high speed massaged her pussy in a delicious way—it was like a giant vibrator.

  The tightness in her sex gave way to small spasms. Gasping out loud, she couldn’t believe she was climaxing. What the fuck was wrong with her? Who in the hell had an orgasm while riding a motorcycle? As she came, she clutched Chas’s waist tighter, his taut stomach muscles hard against her soft hands. Swerving around a large bump in the road, her fingers slid down, resting on his hardness as it strained against his blue jeans. Chas twisted his head, and he and Addie locked eyes as warmth spread through her.

  Chas smiled knowingly, and dark crimson painted her cheeks. Placing her head on his shoulder blade, she closed her eyes, letting the glow from within calm her while the wind caressed her as the Harley made its way toward their destination.

  An hour later, Chas pulled up in front of The Aspen Groves Inn which was nestled in a mountain cove, surrounded by majestic peaks dotted with blue and green spruce trees. A veil of mist curled around the high mountain tops and a creek curved around the inn, its gurgling bouncing off the mountain walls.