Tame Me (Book #1 in the Blood Brothers MC Series)

by J. A. Collard

  Lucky for me, the music in the clubhouse is loud as I hear “One Step Closer” by Linkin Park playing.

  Without warning, Quill flips me over so I’m face down on the bed. He raises my hips further,and I bite down on the pillow as he thrusts deeply inside me while rubbing my butt cheeks with his calloused hands—hands that feel so goddamn good.

  “I’ve been dreaming of you in this position since the first time I set eyes on you,” he confesses. “Your ass has to be the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.”

  His words cause a fire within me that burns from the inside out. My toes curl with ecstasy as he sits back on his calves, taking me with him. This position creates a new stir within me, and I lean my head on his chest as he kisses my neck and bites down on my shoulder. His hands squeeze my tits before sliding further down my body where he cups my pussy and flicks my clit as he continues to thrust inside me.

  “Quill, fuck, I can’t take much more. I’m gonna come.”

  “Not yet, babe. Touch your tits for me,” he demands.

  “What?” It comes out in a breathless whisper.

  “Touch yourself, squeeze those beautiful tits,” he commands as his finger zeros in on my clit. I palm my breasts and squeeze my nipples.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan.

  Quill steadies my hips as he gently pushes me forward with one hand on my lower back, the other gripping my hips tightly, which I’m sure will leave a mark on me in the morning, but I don’t care. Nothing matters but how much pleasure this gorgeous man is giving me. The slapping of our bodies continues as he thrusts in and out in a mind-blowing rhythm.

  “Now,” he grunts, and just like that, I’m coming for the second time tonight. I scream his name as I feel him expand and release his hot seed inside of me. I look over my shoulder and watch as Quill comes undone. It’s the most erotic picture I have ever seen, and I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing I’m the reason for his pleasure.

  Quill falls flat on his back beside me, smiling lazily at me as he runs his fingers through his hair.

  “Babe, that was—”

  “Hot,” I finish for him.

  “Yeah, hot,” he agrees and lightly kisses my lips. “I am so fucked,” he whispers to himself as he looks up at the ceiling.

  “What?” I ask.

  He turns his head toward me and traces the outline of my jaw with his finger. “I said, I’m fucked. You’ve ruined me for any other woman. Now that I’ve had you, I’m never going to be able to get enough, which means,” he says grinning, “I’m fucked.”

  I blush from his honesty and butterflies erupt in my stomach. What do I say to that?

  As he climbs from the bed, I notice the Blood Brothers’ emblem tattooed on his back before he disappears into the connecting bathroom. He returns with a wet towel in hand, and I look up at him with curiosity. “Here, let me clean you.”

  Clean me? He doesn’t mean down there, right?

  His perfectly sculptured body is a distraction as I feel the warmth of the towel on my pussy as he wipes me down. Then he heads back to the bathroom, and I hear the towel slap against his sink.

  When he returns to the bed, he covers me with the duvet and the bed sinks as he crawls inside and spoons me. He reaches over and switches off the lamp as he tenderly kisses my forehead. My head is spinning with the admission of his feelings, and I smile to myself knowing that I’ve affecting him.

  “Sleep, babe,” he whispers in my ear. He doesn’t have to tell me twice as I feel my eyelids getting heavy and close to the sound of Quill’s slow and steady breathing.

  I wake up to a dark room with the moonlight cascading through Quill’s window. Memories of last night’s events return to me in full force. Quill’s strong arm is draped over my body, and his hand is cupping my breast. His sizable cock rests between my butt cheeks, and right on cue, my body heats up. An undeniable need to touch him overwhelms me, and before I talk myself out of it, I lift his arm off me and turn around to face him. A grunt falls from his mouth, and I watch as he covers his eyes with his arm, still asleep. His light snore sounds quietly in the dead of the night, and I rest my head on my elbow and look my fill of him. His mouth is open as he takes steady breaths and my fingers itch to trace his full, luscious lips. My eyes follow the length of his body, noticing that the bed sheet has lowered to his hips with his movement. I lick my lips as I see his slight pubic hair resting just above the sheet, and I squeeze my thighs together when I notice all his ripples and muscles covering his beautiful body. No man should look this good.

  His torso forms a V at his hips with indentions on either side, making my mouth water. He must train every day to have a body like this. The bulge of his cock is visible through the sheet and my heart flutters as I recall how full I felt when he was inside me. I hold my breath as he removes the hand covering his eyes and I notice his dog tags resting in-between his pecs. I look closer and just make out the words “Sergeant Quillentine Owen.” So he did serve in the Marines. He was a sergeant too. That explains his bossy personality; I think with a smile. While he’s still asleep, I decide this is as good a time as any to get a glimpse of his cock. Gently pulling the sheet down, I see it resting on his thigh. Its head looks silky smooth, and I find myself wanting to taste him. I take one more glance at Quill and see that he is still fast asleep.

  While grasping the base of his cock in my hand, I flick the head with my tongue. “Mmmm,” I hear Quill moan in his sleep. His eyes are shut, but his head rolls from side to side as I open my mouth and sheath him. He tastes incredible, spicy, salty, and of sex. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I relax so I can take him further in. I slide my mouth back up and a popping sound escapes my lips as I suck him like a Popsicle and release him. His cock is fully erect now, and I feel my clit pulsate with the need for him to fill me.

  “Jasmine, is that you?” his husky voice asks.

  “Yes.” Raising myself up onto my knees, I straddle his thighs and move my hair to one shoulder, grinning wickedly. His hands clutch my hips, but I tear them away and place them above his head. I see confusion laced in his eyes, so I lean down and kiss him briefly. A moan escapes him as I suck on his tongue and bite down on his bottom lip. Quill raises his pelvis, trying to impale me, but I move quickly, sliding over his stomach, so I’m just out of reach.

  “Uh, uh, uh,” I say, shaking my head. I want to be the one in control, to give him pleasure and see him come undone just as he did to me.

  “Babe, you’re soaking my stomach. Let me fuck you. I know you want me to.”

  “Maybe,” I reply, “but I’m the one in charge now.”

  My hands glide down his muscled arms, and I balance myself by gripping his shoulders. I send him a smile and hear his intake of breath as I raise my pelvis and steadily sink my pussy down on him. I flick my head back, enjoying the fullness that his cock brings.

  “Fuck, baby,” he grunts as I slowly rock back and forth on him. His hands grip my hips once again, and I stop my movements as my body adjusts to accommodate his size. Lifting up with just his head inside of me, I see his cock glistening with my arousal.

  His grip tightens, and I know he’s struggling with giving me the reins. I sink down on him again and run my hands down his chest and up again.

  I rock my hips, and the pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I feel so full of Quill in this position and love how his cock hits my G-spot. Panting, I stare down at Quill and watch as his pleasure takes over. His head arches on the pillow as he bites down on his bottom lip. The vision of him in this position makes me feel a new pull of wetness. I’m enjoying myself as I pick up the pace. My erect nipples crave some attention, so I squeeze and pull them, moaning at the exquisite feeling. Quill’s eyes snap to mine, and he watches me play with myself. Leaning over him, I taste and lick his lips before sucking on the bottom one. His hands move from my hips, one behind my head holding me captive and the other around my waist. He lifts his pelvis into mine and holds me there for a couple of seconds.r />
  “Fuck, your pussy feels good, babe, so warm and wet. I don’t know if I can hold on much longer.”

  A mewl escapes my lips at the effect of his words. His hands trace my spine and grab my butt cheeks. Taking control, he thrust in and out of me hard.

  I’m suddenly thrown on my stomach, and Quill separates my legs with his knee while kissing down my spine. I cry out as he spreads my butt cheeks and licks up my pussy from this angle. Quill’s sucking and licking me like he’s a man starved. I tilt my ass further into his mouth and moan as he enters me with two fingers, pumping them in and out. He slides his wet fingers up to my butt, and I remain still as he circles his wet fingers around my back entrance.

  “I want this too, babe,” he says as he continues to trace the outline of it. I hold my breath as I feel his pinkie enter me, and then he swiftly removes it. “But not today. I need more time for that, and right now, baby, I don’t think I can take it slow.

  I’d be lying if I said the thought of him taking me that way didn’t scare me. Nic and I never tried that. Nic and I didn’t try anything other than the missionary position. Could I allow Quill to take me like that? All I know is the way I feel now, and at this moment, I’d let him do just about anything to my body.

  I’m flipped over to my back, and Quill kisses me hard. In one swift movement, he enters me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him further into me. His hand grabs hold of my right thigh and pulls it up further as he thrusts in and out of me while sucking on my right nipple. My hands reach around his back and slide down to his chiseled and toned butt, where I feel it ripple with muscle as he moves in and out of me.

  “Come for me, baby,” he demands.

  I moan as I feel my orgasm just out of reach and raise my pelvis to match him stroke for stroke. His hand comes up between our bodies and slides down to my pussy where he circles his thumb around my clit. Warmth spreads within me as my body succumbs to Quill’s demand. I bite down on Quill’s shoulder, trying to drown out my moans.

  “Fuck, babe,” Quill groans before he follows suit and comes inside of me.

  He grabs hold of me as he lies back on the bed and drapes me over his body, our skin is slick with sex and sweat.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Quill

  The sun glares through my window, and I open my eyes, wondering if Jasmine being here in my bed is all just a dream. The memory of waking up to her lips wrapped around my cock has me wanting to fuck her awake. I can feel the warmth of her breath on my chest, and her leg is entwined with mine. I smile to myself when I realize she hasn’t moved an inch since last night. The heavy feeling in my chest returns, and I’m confused about what it means. I like having her here in my bed, but the thought of me feeling this way has me shit-scared. I’ve never wanted a commitment. I’ve never wanted anything more from a woman than a quick fuck, but the idea of Jasmine leaving my room has me anxious in a way that I’m not familiar with. All I know is that I want to cuff her to the bed so she can never leave.

  I glance over at the time and see it’s 10:45 a.m. Fuck, I have church in fifteen minutes.

  I kiss her temple and slide off the bed, wondering if I have time for a quick shower, but at the same time not wanting to wash away the peachy scent of her lingering on my skin. I risk one more glance at her and notice how she’s lying flat on her stomach with her hair in a mess covering most of her face, so I gently tuck her hair behind her ear and kick myself for touching her as the need to fuck her again reawakens. I get up and head toward the bathroom before I eat her pussy for breakfast. I can’t keep my boys waiting.

  I received a call from my old man last night just before the party. I was going to have a meeting with the guys, but I wanted them to enjoy the night before I got them all riled up. Shit went down with the money transfer, and the cocaine that was delivered was fake. Talcum powder shit was replacing the real thing. We delivered the money at the dock and received the cocaine only for my father’s men to figure out that we’d been fooled. Now my dad wants retaliation for the Cubans’ disloyalty and his money back. I’m over dealing with my old man, but someone has to be held responsible for trying to cheat him and my club.

  After quickly showering, I enter the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around my waist. Jasmine is awake and sitting up in bed with the sheet covering her gorgeous body. She looks so beautiful. Her cheeks are flushed with sleep, and her lips are full and pouty from our kisses last night. I can still feel the sting of her bite on my shoulder, reminding me of how hard she came.

  I grin at her as I see her eyes travel the length of my body and rest on my groin, the towel tenting with my arousal. Just the sight of her in my bed has me eager as fuck to be balls deep inside of her.

  “My eyes are here, baby,” I say, pointing at my head. She turns bright red as she realizes she’s been caught eye-fucking me.

  “I…um…sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” I reply, pushing myself away from the bathroom door and walking toward her, only to stop just in front of the bed, remembering I have shit to do this morning.

  She rubs her lips together while searching the room with questions evident in her eyes.

  “I…ah…should go. Yeah, I should go,” she states, getting up from the bed and clutching the sheet tightly to her. I stride over to her side of the bed and cup her cheek. Her skin is smooth against my calloused hand. I watch as she inhales a deep breath and her eyes dilate with lust.

  “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” I ask, leaning in so our lips are inches apart.

  “I should go. I should get out of your way. You look like you’re getting ready to leave, and I don’t want to be a burden. I’ve got stuff to do anyway,” she explains.

  Most of the time, I have to kick women out of my bed, yet Jasmine is doing all the work for me. The problem is that I don’t want her to leave. I want her here when I return, so she has no time for any regrets. I just got her in my bed. I’m not letting her go.

  I lean in and kiss her gently, pulling away before I say fuck church and have my way with her. I look into her beautiful green eyes, gaining her full attention.

  “Listen, babe, you’re not going anywhere, okay? I’ve got church right now, but I’ll be back in no time. In the meantime, feel free to take a shower and go out the front and have some coffee and breakfast. Daisy will make you anything you want. Just make sure you don’t leave till I return. Got it?”

  She nods and then looks down at the floor. Her agreement isn’t convincing, so I grab her by the neck and kiss her hard while rubbing my groin against her. A moan escapes her lips as I pull the sheet from her body. My lips travel to her jawbone, down her neck, and then suck on her erect nipple. She gasps when I grip her perfectly rounded ass and lift her.

  “Wrap your sexy legs around me.” She complies instantly, and before I think twice, she reaches down and snatches the towel from around my waist and tosses it to the floor. I go to lean her up against the wall, but she raises her pelvis and impales me before I have a chance to get there. Her pussy is soaking wet for me.

  “Fuck me, beautiful,” I groan, with all thought of church forgotten.

  “Quill, I need you to fuck me hard!” she begs. Her breathing is coming out in pants now, and I know she’s as turned on as I am. I steady her hips as she tries to move up and down on me, and I rotate my pelvis against her.

  “Yes,” she whispers, “just like that.”

  Her head hits my bedroom wall, and she squeezes her eyes shut as I thrust deep inside her, feeling heaven at the tip of my cock.

  She’s so tight that the pressure that she creates has me close to shooting my load.

  Her hands wrap tightly around my neck, and I grip her hair and smash my mouth onto hers. By the way my body is humming to life, you would think this was the first time I’ve been with her. But I knew this would happen; one taste of her has me craving more. I move my mouth to her neck and suck hard, marking her body as mine. A mewl escapes her lips as I lick her collarbone a
nd then suck on one tight, erect nipple while my hands squeeze her perfect ass.

  “Hold on tight, babe,” I say as I fuck her hard and fast with long, steady strokes. “Your pussy is greedy for my cock. You would think I didn’t feed it enough the way it’s sucking me in.”

  “Oh, God. Oh God!” she cries out.

  “My name, Jasmine. Only ever my name when I’m fucking you.”

  “Quill, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

  “Fuck,” I grunt as I feel her walls tighten around me, causing me to groan out my release.

  I thrust in a couple more times, milking my cock dry in her sweet pussy, and smile down at her when I realize she’s still gripping my ass. I rest my forehead against hers as I try to get my breathing back in order. She’s so beautiful. I withdraw from her and help her gain her balance. A smile lingers on her lips.

  “Babe, I have to go. Church doesn’t wait for anyone, and that includes the president of the club.”

  “Church? I didn’t know you go to church.”

  “Not that kind of church, baby,” I reply, leaving her standing up against the wall while I stroll toward my drawer and pull on a pair of boxers and jeans. I sniff a shirt that’s hanging on the chair and put it on when I realize it’s clean.

  Jasmine picks up the sheet and wraps it around her body again. If I had more time, I’d force the shyness out of her. Her body is perfection. Why she insists on hiding it from me, I have no fucking idea.

  I peck her on her lips and head out of my room, giving her one last glance.

  Walking into the main room where church is held, I notice all my men are already seated at the table. I make my way over to my chair, and as I sit, I notice smiles on my men’s faces.

  “What the fuck?” I question, wondering what’s got them all cheery.

  Blaze rubs his hand at the back of his neck then smiles wider.

  “Prez, we’ve never known you to be late to church. Ever. Perhaps it may have something to do with a certain lady that’s in your room right now?”