Jace: The Son's Of The Apocalypse MC

by Roxanne Greening

  Ella arches her back and screams in pain. Tearing through her hymen like a mad man. My eyes widen in shock. She’s a fucking virgin?

  “What the fuck Ella.” I growl at her. Not in anger. Surprise and a little regret. I would have gone slower. Eased her into it. Instead I plowed through her like a fucking deranged asshole.

  “Please. Please don’t stop Jace. I want this. I want you.” she pleads with me.

  Like fuck. There’s no going back. The caveman in me rises. My dicks the first to feel this pussy gripping it. Sucking at it. My fucking pussy.

  She rocks her hips experimentally. The moans that leave her lips has my cock jumping inside her. This elicits another moan. I fucking swear my cock cried in that moment.

  Pulling back slowly. I watch for signs of discomfort. Her eyes are locked on mine. She moans in loss. I push back inside her. Another moan. I pull back further this time almost leaving her completely.

  Her long legs wrap around my back trying to hold me in place. I smile. I’m not going anywhere. Not for a long fucking time. I slam back into her. The bed slams into the wall.

  Her tits shake with the force. Her screams are all around us. I keep pounding. Almost like I’m trying to pound her through the bed and then through the fucking floor.

  Ella arches her back. Eyes roll into the back of her head. Using my other hand, I wrap her hair up into my fist. Pulling her head back forcefully. I pound into her harder. Her orgasm washes over her stealing her voice.

  Her mouth is open, but no sounds escape as I pound through one orgasm into the next. After the third orgasm, I let myself go. My cock hits her cervix.

  I feel her open like a flower as her fourth orgasm hits her hard. My seed shoots from my body with the force of a bullet. It’s almost painful it was that forceful.

  Her legs are locked behind my back. Holding me in place. I groan long and hard as my seed keeps shooting from my cock. Jet after jet leaves my cock hitting her womb. After what feels like forever, I stop cumming.

  My body relaxes and I sink on top of her. Trying to keep most of my weight. I kiss her lips with gentle kisses. I feel her sigh brush my lips as I pull back.

  I quickly walk into the bathroom and get a warm wet cloth. I walk back into the room and feel a smile form on my face. Ella was on her side. Back to me sleeping soundly.

  That doesn’t stop me from cleaning her. I slip the cloth between her legs. Whipping gently, I watch as the cloth comes back tinged with blood. Proof that she was pure.

  Tossing the cloth in the general direction of the bathroom. I climb into the bed behind Ella. Reaching for her I gently pull her to me. Spooning in behind her. Rubbing my nose into her neck.

  I’ve never slept with someone before. Usually I fuck them and leave. She’s the first in this bed and the first to spend the night.

  I haven’t been this close to someone since my mom died. She died in a car wreck when I was six. Hard to believe it's been fifteen years. My father told me. In order to make it in this life you need to be cold, calculating, heartless.

  Who knew I would take to it so well. Like a duck to the water. I reveled in it. Killing became second nature. Was almost as pleasurable as fucking.

  But nothing. I mean fucking nothing came close to what I just felt. What I just experienced. Will this make me softer fuck no. Will I or more like can I walk away from her.

  Absolutely fucking not. And anyone. I mean anyone tries to get in my way. They're fucking dead. Smiling as my body relaxes and sleep takes me.

  Chapter 3

  Ella

  Stretching. A smile spreads across my face. I’m sore in all the right places. So, this is what everyone was going on about. I don’t really think it would have been that good with anyone else though.

  The feelings I have for Jace made it that much more. That's much better. “Sleep well?” Jace’s masculine voice asks.

  “Hmm, yes.” I reply. His hand starts sliding up my leg. Slowly making his way to my lady parts. A blush stains my cheeks when he reaches his destination. His fingers brush against my lips.

  Then slowly slip down to my center. His finger pushes inside me. I gasp in discomfort. He pulls away with a smile. “Sore?” his voice was gentle. I just nod my head in embarrassment.

  His other hand comes into view. Before I can react his pressing a warm, almost hot cloth against my abused lady parts.

  I sigh in relief. The throbbing was still there. But some of the ache had dissipated. My legs fall open on their own accord. My eyes close in pleasure

  Jace the asshole just laughs. If I didn’t love him I would have punched him in the face at that very moment.

  I would have been shocked at my confession if I hadn’t been drooling over him like a love-sick puppy. I think I’ve loved him for a long time. That’s no easy feat. Jace can be downright nasty.

  Sometimes I wondered if he was even human. The pleasure he took in the kill was downright shocking. Some sick part of me liked that side of him. Enjoyed it even. Jace had many sides. Cold, arrogant, ruthless, he had no mercy.

  Then there was this side of him. He was sweet and attentive. I’ve never seen him like this. The very idea he only acts this way for me. It made me feel like a queen.

  I feel his lips brush my forehead. Pleasure sings through me. Opening my eyes. I lean forward and give him a kiss. Pulling away slightly, he asks. “You hungry?” I give him the nod. I seem to have perfected it. The way I kept using it.

  “Want to go out to breakfast?” his voice has taken on this sweet quality. The smile on my face grows bigger. I give another nod and let out a laugh. “What's so funny?” he asks with a smile gracing his lips.

  Sweet, gentle lips. Lips I want to kiss. So, I do. I sit up forcing him to sit back as well. Placing my hands behind his head, I pull him closer and press my lips to him. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” I state. It's true. This is heaven.

  This is my heaven. I never wanted to leave it. Suddenly I’m reluctant to get dressed and leave the room. What if this is it? Maybe he won’t want me anymore. My thoughts must have shown on my face. Jace’s eyes darken and his smile fades away.

  “Ella. It wasn’t just one night of fucking okay. This.” He points at me then himself. “This is more than that okay sweetheart.” There was no question. It may have sounded like one. It wasn’t. His voice had this finality to it.

  I give him a big smile. A smile that came from the toes and made its way all the way up. It was so big my face hurt. This joy. This joy that spread through me was almost too much. I give him another kiss.

  The smile on his face returned. He stood up. I rolled over onto my belly. Preparing to crawl off the bed. I hear a twap. Then my ass stung. He just slapped my ass. I look up at him in shock. His hand comes down again. Harder this time.

  Instead of pain, pleasure rushed through my body. A moan escaped before I could stop it. His eyes darken in want and need. “If you weren’t sore. I would grab your hips. Drag you over to the edge of this bed and fuck you from behind.” his voice was deep with need.

  The images that popped into my head had another moan escaping. I almost wanted to say do it. But hunger and the knowledge it would be uncomfortable, kept me from saying the words.

  “Get up. Get dressed. Let’s go. I’m starving. Seems I worked up an appetite. Last night.” He says with a wicked smile.

  “Why you.” I smack him in the face with a pillow. His eyes widen in shock. I was laughing so hard I almost fell off the bed. If Jace didn’t catch me. I would have hit the floor with a thud. “Careful sweet heart.” His voice is full of restrained laughter.

  My heart felt like I might burst. It was full of joy. He was laughing and joking with me. The ice man, the cold, emotionless bastard. Was laughing with me. He was joking, smiling, and playing with me.

  No one would believe it. I certainly wasn’t going to tell them. Well, maybe except Tessa. I didn’t want it to end. So, I would keep this little detail to myself.

  Tessa doesn’t count in the silen
t, secret type thing, right? She’s my best friend. I look at him with awe. He’s grabbing my clothes off the floor. He holds up my torn panties. “Sorry. Looks like you're going to be pantie less.” he says with a shrug. In no way, sorry.

  I give him a shrug in return. “Well, I guess I don’t have to worry about panty lines. You know because my pants look painted on anyway.” I goad him.

  His eyes darken. “I don’t want any fucking asshole to see you like that.” The jealousy was easy to hear in his voice.

  “Guess you should have thought of that before you ripped them.” I say with a big cat caught the canary smile. I knew it would get him going. Don’t ask how. I just knew.

  “We're stopping at your place. You're going to get some fucking panties. Put one of my shirts on until then.” His voice was commanding.

  I thought about denying him. The look in his eyes stopped me. I don’t think I want to know what he would do if I didn’t. Then again, it might be fun.

  Instead of answering I give him a shrug. Let him think I agree. I just might change my mind. He paces my way. Instead of saying anything he dropped to his knees.

  He grabbed one foot and put it into my pant leg. Then the other. He slowly slides them up my legs. Once he reaches my thighs, I expected him to stop.

  “Lift.” Demanding. He’s demanding. Lying back, I lift my hips. A small tingle goes down my spine. Seems like whenever I follow his demands. This tingle goes through me. It’s extremely pleasurable. Like when someone lightly traces designs on your back with the tip of their finger.

  He slips them past my hips. Immediately he buttoning them. Slowly zipping up the zipper. He places sweet little kisses to my abdomen. Little shivers rush over me. My body breaks out in goosebumps. I let out a little sigh.

  Then he’s gone. I sit up. Thinking he left. I smile when he holds up my shirt. “Arm’s up.” I guess it will always be demanding. Not that I’m complaining.

  Raising my arms. He places them into the straps of my tank top. He slips it over my head and pauses. I watch as he leans down. His lips wrap around one nipple. Sucking it gently. Then the other. I moan in protest when he stops. Pulling my shirt, the rest of the way on.

  He drops to his knees again. Grabbing my right foot. He slips my black heeled boat onto it. Then the other. Before pulling away, he rubs the calf of my left leg. Nice and slow. Gently. Tenderly.

  When he’s standing again. He cups my face gently. Placing a tender kiss on my forehead. I let out a long sigh. It felt amazing when he did that.

  Grabbing my hand, he drags me out of his room. Yes, drags me. He went from tender and slow to rushed.

  I look down at my chest and let out a laugh in my head. He forgot the bra and his shirt. Hmm. What’s gotten into him?

  Walking out into the main room. I take everyone in. They're all out here. Axel, Tessa, Jesse, and Brandon. I guess not everyone. But the most important to me.

  Brandon’s glaring and snarling. His hatred is clear to all. Axel looks. Well, okay considering the situation. Tessa is smiling like a loon. Jesse looks like always. Smiling. Just smiling.

  Jace gives everyone quick head nods. Not even pausing he just keeps dragging me. I’m really thankful for that right now. My face was as red as a tomato. I just know it.

  Jace quickly walks out the door. I thought he’d walk me to my car. But he didn’t step in that direction. Confusion grips me. Where is he going?

  He heads straight to his bike. I feel my eyes get huge when he hands me a helmet. This. This is reserved for old ladies. No woman rides on the back of their bikes unless she was theirs.

  I place the helmet onto my head. Jace sweeps my hands out of the way and proceeds to buckle it. Adjusting the strap for a tight fit.

  “We’ll get you one of your own after lunch sweetheart.” he says. Then he places a small, almost butterfly kiss to my nose.

  I can only nod. Words have failed me. I feel loved and cherished. It’s an amazing feeling. Grabbing his face in both hands, I kiss him greedily.

  His arms wrap around my waist. Pulling me close to his body. He has to lift me slightly. My five foot six frame. Came nowhere near his six foot three.

  I felt small. Small and safe. I was flush to his body. I felt something poking my belly. A big something. I giggle.

  One of his hands leave my waist and he slaps my ass hard. “Brat” He tries to sound angry. He fails miserably. I let out a loud laugh. He gives me a small kiss. Then sets me down.

  Straddling his bike, he turns to look at me then pats the area behind him. I quickly climb on. Wrapping my arms tightly around him. My thighs pressed against him. I place my cheek to his back.

  Chapter 4

  Jace

  The feel of her body wrapped around mine. As we speed off on my bike. The engine purrs. The bike vibrates between our legs. Every so often Ella would squeeze her legs tighter to my body.

  I bet about a hundred dollars. That her crotch was soaked. I bet it felt really good on her clit. If she wasn’t so sore, I would bend her over this bike and fuck her until she couldn’t move. Then still I would keep fucking her.

  My dick hardened instantly. Shit. Down boy. Her hand massages my abdomen. Causing it to contract and release.

  Thank fuck. We made it to her house in no time. She needed more clothes on. Right fucking now. Pulling into the driveway. I kill the engine. She slowly climbs off the back. I turn and look at her. Yup, she was nice and soaked.

  Climbing off my bike I follow her to the house. When we reach the stairs, I notice a vase of flowers. She bends down and picks up the card. Her name was written in black script.

  Looking up at me she opens the card. I take in her confusion. My body starts to relax. She’s clueless. No other men in the picture. I didn’t think she did. But I could have been wrong.

  She’s just looking at the card. I reach for it. “You looked Beautiful today.” Is all it said. I look back at Ella. “What’s this Ella?” I ask her quietly.

  “I have no idea Jace.” her voice rings true. I sigh. My hand comes up to the back of her head gently. I cup it. Pulling her close to me. I hold her. Her cheek pressed to my chest. I was a little worried that maybe there was someone else. Someone other than me that she may want out there.

  Not that she would have gotten far. She gave herself to me last night. She’s fucking mine. Some other asshole out there couldn’t have her. I would have had to kill him. Pity that. I would have loved to do it. The thrill of the kill. I feel a little disappointed.

  “Come on baby. Let's go, get you cleaned up. Then we can go get some breakfast.” I say into her hair. I kiss the crown of her head. Then releasing her I reach for her keys. Turning the lock, I proceed her inside.

  We make our way up to her room. The very idea I was going to shower her. Lather her body with soap. Wash her hair. Dress her. I groan. Those thoughts bring up the thoughts of all the things I could do to her sweet naked body.

  I watch as she walks into her room. I was right on her heels. Closing the door firmly behind me. I grab her hips and pull her close.

  “Arms up.” I demand. Her immediate compliance brings a smile to my face. Making quick work of her shirt. I reach my hands around her waist and grip the button on her pants. I tug and it comes undone easily. I pull her zipper down.

  I place my thumbs onto the inside the waist on her skin fucking tight jeans. Pulling them down. I kneel on the floor. Lifting one leg, then the other. I throw the offending fabric elsewhere.

  I take in her naked body. Grabbing her hand, I drag her to her bathroom. I reach around her and turn the water on. Setting the temperature just right. I help her into the stone shower. She immediately sits on the bench in the shower.

  I make quick work of my clothes and step into the shower. Pulling her to her feet. I place her under the spray of hot water. She moans quietly as the water sluices down her skin.

  Leaning forward I lick one of the drops running between her breasts. I turn her so that her back is facing me. Reaching over to
the left I collect the shampoo. I pour a generous amount into my hands.

  Her beautiful long hair is plastered to her back. Rubbing my hands together, I gather up her hair. Massaging the soap into it. My fingers work her scalp. A lather coats her hair.

  More moans pour out of her mouth. Pleasuring her like this. It feels fucking good. I’ve never taken care of my lover before. It was a quick fuck then done. Sometimes I didn’t bother removing my clothes. I just unzipped my pants and pounded away.

  She’s different though. She’s fucking mine. My old lady. Her pleasure and happiness only comes second to her safety. I pity any mother fucker that comes between me and what's mine. I will gut them and feed them their entrails.

  I’ve waited a year and a half for this. For her to realize she was mine. It was a long fucking wait. But she wised up. Brandon helped with that. All his whoring. Yeah, that shit worked out well for me. She was never meant to be his.

  Removing my hands from her hair I turn her so her back is in the spray. Gently I massage the soap from her hair.

  After all the soap is out I reach for the soap. I look around and come up with only a loofah. I shrug and pour a generous amount of the flowery, fruity, soap onto it. Pulling her from the spray. I rub the loofah down her arms, chest, legs, feet. Making my way back up I linger on her pussy. Ella gasps in pleasure.

  I turn her so her back is to me. I gently rub the loofah down her back, butt, and the back of her legs. Cleaning her whole body. I pull her back under the spray. Watching the soap slide down her body and into the drain.

  I just rinse with water. I don’t want to smell like that flowery shit. Shutting off the water. I step out of the shower first. Collecting a towel for myself, I quickly wrap it around my waist.

  Grabbing two more I reach into the shower and assist Ella out. I have her lean forward so I can wrap up her hair. Then I use the other towel and gently rub it over her body. Until she’s completely dry. Wrapping it around her body. We make our way into her room.