Carnal Hunger

by Tory Richards

  “Vince!” I cried out when my orgasm hit me, and then I cried out again when he buried his cock deep inside my convulsing pussy. “Oh, sweet Jesus!” I shuddered wildly, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

  “You like my dick inside you, baby?”

  “Yes!”

  “You want it rough?” He leaned over my back and put his mouth next to my ear. “Want me to fill you up with cum?”

  “Yes!” God, he was killing me.

  “Who owns this pretty little cunt?”

  Oh, fuck! He knew his filthy words got to me. I felt another orgasm sparking in my core as I took his ferocious pounding. He slapped my ass hard, the vibration going through my sensitized lady bits. I whimpered.

  “Who owns this cunt?” he demanded.

  “You,” I gasped, feeling my eyes water. I was so close! Every time he entered my body the force jarred me against the table top so that my nipples scraped over it, keeping them stimulated.

  “Damned right,” he growled, taking me by the hips and pulling me back sharply over his cock. “And you own my dick, baby. I’m going to put so much cum inside you that you’ll leak for a week.”

  “Yes!” I cried, totally on board with that. “Fill me with cum, Vince!”

  He groaned deeply. I felt his cock swell inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my wet flesh. Suddenly his finger was on my clit, giving me the push I needed to explode around him. My swelling, convulsing flesh milked his shaft, almost holding him captive until I felt the first ribbons of cum shooting deep inside me.

  “Fuuucck!” he shuddered.

  Oh my God! Oh my God! I couldn’t catch my breath, and by the sound of it, neither could Vince. Our heavy breathing sounded over-loud in the room as we remained locked together for what seemed like a hundred years. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back, feel it running over my skin and down my sides. I waited for his cock to shrink away, but the only thing I felt was beads of sweat and sticky cum trickling between my legs.

  And then the unthinkable happened, and someone knocked on the door. I tensed, and would have shot off the table if Vince hadn’t still been pinning me down.

  “Don’t panic, darlin’, I locked the door.”

  I relaxed instantly.

  The truth was, I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to.

  Chapter 19

  Vince

  “Who the fuck is it?” It fucking pissed me off when I heard the door knob rattle. No one entered the place we held church at without permission.

  “It’s me, baby. Why is the door locked?” I felt Iris tense beneath me. I grit my teeth at the sound of Lana’s voice. “I’ve been looking for you.”

  “Two of your ex’s in one day? How lucky am I,” Iris murmured with mild annoyance.

  Fuck! If she screwed this thing up that I had going with Iris I was going to fucking kill her. The bitch couldn’t get it through her head that I wasn’t interested in her. “Find another brother if you need something.”

  “I just wanted to talk, baby.”

  Fucking liar. Lana didn’t talk. She was only interested in two things--a man’s dick and becoming the next old lady in the club, particularly mine. I was getting tired of her persistence in pursuing me. I didn’t want to ban her from the club, the brothers liked her easy pussy, but if she continued this shit I was going to have to.

  Iris bumped against me. “Let me up, Vince, please,” she said softly.

  Clenching my teeth with irritation, I moved away from her so that she could stand up and away from the table. She turned and our eyes met, and she smiled sympathetically. I watched her reach for her clothes and begin to put them on. In anger I spun around and went to the door, uncaring that I was buck ass naked. I opened the door, making sure that I kept myself between it and Iris behind me.

  Lana’s gaze moved down my body before returning to my eyes. “What the fuck, VD?” She tried to peer behind me. “Who do you have in there?”

  “None of your fucking business. What is it going to take to convince you that I’m not interested in your skanky ass?”

  “Well, when you answer the door like this−” She went to grab my half-erect dick, but I quickly grabbed her wrist. “You know I can give you want you need.”

  “You’ve had too much to drink, Lana. Go find another brother to annoy.” I threw her wrist back and shut the door in her face. By the time I turned back to Iris she was dressed, straightening her hair, and doing everything she could not to meet my eyes. “Darlin’--”

  “It’s okay, Vince, really.”

  I grabbed her to me, bringing my face close to hers, and growled, “Don’t let her or any other women from my past get to you, baby.”

  “She seems to be having a hard time letting you go.”

  “She never meant anything more to me than an easy fuck.” I knew that made me sound like a dick, but I didn’t give a shit. That was my life, the life of most of my brothers, and Iris needed to hear the truth.

  “Is that what I am to you, Vince? An easy fuck?”

  Fuck, I could hear the hurt in her voice. I slammed my mouth down on hers and kissed her until the worry was replaced with passion. I knew the second Iris gave herself to me, when she submitted willingly to my control. Her soft curves melded against my harder body, and I drank in the warmth of her surrender. There was no hesitation in the thrust of her tongue against mine, and I groaned when her nails dug into my arms.

  “That answer your question, darlin’? There’s nothing easy about this thing between us.”

  She smiled tentatively, her swollen lips quivering slightly. “You know that I’ll eventually go home and−”

  I kissed her again, hard. “Baby, I don’t want to hear that shit. We’ll deal with it when the time comes. Right now I just want to fucking enjoy you.” Her soft laughter did funny things to my heart.

  “Fuck me, you mean.”

  I wasn’t going to lie to her. “That, too. But I want to get to know you. You’re the first woman in a long time that I’ve given a damn about.” I released her and reached for my jeans. “You’re fucking special.”As I pulled my jeans up I noticed how her eyes lingered on my junk. “You keep looking at my dick like that, darlin’, and I’m going to fuck you again.”

  Her eyes lifted to mine and I thought that she was damned cute with that blush in her cheeks. “Do all bikers do and say what’s on their minds like you do?”

  “The good ones do,” I grinned, slipping my t-shirt over my head. I reached for my cut. “How long you planning on staying tonight?”

  She looked me dead in the eyes. “Until you take me home.”

  Damn. If I had my way I’d slip out the back door with her and we’d go now, but I wouldn’t do that to Dickie on what might be his last time at the club. I needed to get back out there. “Soon.”

  I guided Iris back out into the main room with a hand at the small of her back. The party was in full swing, the rowdy crowd revealing that some were high on weed, drunk on alcohol, or just partying hard and high on excitement. The old ladies in the club were still on their stools at the bar. Dickie and Penny hadn’t moved from their spots in a booth. Several brothers were crowded around them, and the table was littered with drinks and snacks.

  I directed Iris there. Some of the brothers stepped back to make room for us when they saw us. Chin lifts were our only acknowledgements.

  “You okay, sis?” Iris walked around to Penny’s side and smiled down at her.

  She nodded. “Yeah. I’ve met a lot of people. They’ve all been very friendly. Where did you disappear to?”

  Dickie and I exchanged a look, and I knew that he had questions. He wouldn’t voice them in front of the women, but I could see it in his eyes. He was concerned about Iris and wanted to protect her. The brothers of Mad Dogs looked out for the women in our club. He knew unattached brothers were man whores and had different women in their beds every night. Before I’d gone to prison, I hadn’t been any different.

  Since meeting Iris something had
changed. Fucking her had cured me of my promiscuous ways and I hadn’t felt the need for another woman. She was everything I wanted. She was not afraid to submit to me, and was eager to please. There was something sweet and fresh about her, innocent, while at the same time being adventurous and wicked.

  I liked a woman like that.

  She was unlike the club girls and hang-arounds that were only good for one thing, and getting to know them wasn’t it. I liked spending time with Iris, and the thought of her leaving wasn’t something that I wanted to think about. I wasn’t just having a good time with her, I wanted something more.

  Fuck me, I knew that I was screwed.

  A commotion at the front door drew my attention there. Billy was on watch tonight, and he and a couple of other brothers were crowding around someone and dragging him inside. As soon as I saw Rory, the manager of my bar, I broke away from the group and headed over there. He was beat the fuck up, and barely standing on his feet. I pushed brothers out of the way to get to him. I could tell as soon as I saw him that he needed a doctor.

  “What the fuck . . .” I helped get him into the closest booth. “Billy, call the doc.”

  “They got the girls,” Rory mumbled, spitting blood. He raised his gaze to me, one eye completely swollen shut and already black and blue. His face was a mess, and I could tell that his nose and possibly his jaw were broken. He was missing some teeth, too.

  “Who?” I sneered.

  “What girls?” Ollie asked.

  I already knew what girls.

  “Ruby, Beth, and Lori.” He winced in obvious pain, and finally raised his head enough to meet my eyes. “Tried to fight them off, boss. They took our phones so we couldn’t call for help.” His eyes glossed over with tears. “They grabbed the girls and burned your place down. Dropped me off here.” His head fell forward, and I knew that he’d passed out.

  I glanced up at Roland and Demon. “Get him to one of the back rooms and have a club girl make him comfortable till doc gets here.”

  “You think it was the Slayers?” A brother asked.

  I fucking knew it was the Slayers. I looked around at the hard, pissed-off faces surrounding me. They wanted our women back, and they wanted blood. So did I. “Party’s over, brothers. Clear the place out. Church in five.”

  They scattered in haste, and I could hear orders being shouted out as I made my way back to where Dickie and the others were waiting. The old ladies of the club, sensing trouble, had already made their way to the table and were crowded around Penny and Iris, as if trying to protect them. All eyes were on me, and fuck, I hated the fear I saw in my girl’s eyes.

  “Will that man be okay?”

  “Don’t worry about him, darlin’, he’ll be okay. The doc’s coming.” I went straight to her. I wanted to say something to remove the worry from her eyes, but all I could think of doing was sliding my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. I kept it brief. “I’m sorry, but some trouble has come up that we need to deal with right away.” I made eye contact with each of the old ladies, who were quietly standing by. “Go home and wait for your men.”

  “Do you want us to take Penny and Iris with us?” As my VP’s old lady, Della knew her place in the club when it came to shit like this. She took control of the women and they looked to her for decisions when the men weren’t around.

  “I’d like to stay for church,” Dickie voiced in a gruff tone. “I’m here, and it’s my right.”

  I grinned at his stubbornness, not about to argue with him. “Sure, brother.”

  “I’m not leaving Dickie,” Penny said firmly.

  “Sweetheart--” Penny met her husband’s eyes as he spoke. “You know Jay won’t go to bed without a bedtime story. You go home with Iris and wait for me.” Dickie’s reference to his son was met with silence, as it was clear that his mind fallen back to an earlier time when Jay had been a small child. In spite of that he sounded like the old Dickie, strong and determined. Penny’s eyes welled up.

  Iris and I exchanged a look, and I knew that it was time to take charge. “Look, we’ve got to go.” We didn’t have time for this. “Everyone go home.” Dickie began sliding out of the booth, and I instinctively reached down and took him by the upper arm. I gave Iris a last glance as we prepared to walk away. “Stay home and wait, yeah?” I waited for her nod.

  The brothers had the place cleaned out in no time, and the meeting room became packed with angry, anxious men who wanted to be out getting back what was ours. Not just my officers had shown up, but every patched brother who was in the building. My gaze zeroed in on Bug. “Go see if Rory is coherent enough to confirm it was the Slayers.” I glanced around the room as he left. “I know you’re out for blood, but we go in for the girls first. Nothing else happens until they’re safe. Then we make the fuckers pay.” I thought about the Slayers’ hideouts and where they may have taken the girls. “Ollie, Corky, Roland, you hit their bar.” I thought about mine, the years of money and hard work that had gone into it. I’d been insured and could rebuild, but I doubted that a club like the Slayers had worried about insurance. Besides, their bar was a shitty little place. “Once you make sure the girls aren’t there, burn the place down.”

  Bug burst back into the room. “Slayers!” he confirmed. “Said with Dickie out they were gonna take over.”

  “They’re fuckin’ delusional,” Demon snapped. “They stay high on dope and don’t know what they’re doing half the time.”

  “They’re an outlaw club like we are,” a brother said unnecessarily.

  “Don’t make a fucking difference,” Whip interjected. “No comparison. The fuckers go off half-cocked most of the time.”

  “They think we’ve grown weak,” Dickie spoke up, and the room hushed. “Because we’re successful. They want what we have but don’t want to work for it. But Mad Dogs’ aren’t weak!” He coughed, and had to stop to catch his breath.

  “No, we aren’t.” I could tell that Dickie missed the angst and excitement of the club. But his strength quickly gave way to the fucking cancer eating him up inside. “Bug, Dobie, and Shooter, you hit their warehouse. Whip, Hotrod, Becker, and Demon, I want you with me. We’ll hit their club. Keep in radio contact and once we’ve got the girls we head back here.”

  “What if we don’t find them?” Jerry asked.

  I just glared at him. “We don’t come back without them, brother. If they aren’t at any of those places then we regroup and make a new plan.” He nodded. I stood up. “Odie, can you get Dickie home?” He gave me a chin lift. “For the rest of you brothers, stay here and stay ready in case we call for backup. Let’s ride. No shooting unless they shoot first.”

  That was going to be hard for most of us. Things had been quiet for a long time now. Some of the brothers were old school and had joined up for the freedom and danger that came with being in a motorcycle club. They liked the thought of making their own rules and being known as bad asses to be feared. They’d been itching for war, and now it had come to us. The Slayers thought they could just come in and take what they wanted? Destroy Mad Dogs? Once Lori, Beth, and Ruby were safe we’d fucking destroy them and everything they owned.

  If Sassy was stupid enough to be caught in the middle of it she’d go down too, without any regrets from me. I had a feeling that the sudden trouble we’d been having was because of her influence with Mud, the Slayers VP. She’d tried to instigate shit between us when we’d talked outside of the Rusty Nail until he’d told her to shut the fuck up.

  Wouldn’t be the first time a man let a woman’s easy pussy rule his actions.

  The Slayers home was two towns over. Far as I knew they owned three piss-poor properties. They’d converted an old run-down store just outside of town as their clubhouse. They also owned and operated a small bar, and they had a warehouse located next to the railroad tracks in a small industrial park that was just about abandoned except for the train station.

  Their numbers were small compared to ours , which accounte
d for their sneaky, backstabbing ways when they went after bigger MCs. Mostly made up of punks, they terrorized their town-folks and threatened the weak in order to make themselves feel big and important. The fact that they preyed on women didn’t surprise me.

  If they hurt the girls they were going to wish they’d never heard of Mad Dogs.

  We rode fast. We rode hard. Thank fuck we had the cover of darkness. We rode as close to their clubhouse as we dared to, pulled off the road, and then stashed our bikes in the bushes. Then, cutting through the woods, we came right up to the back of their rundown property.

  “Looks like someone’s having a smoke,” Whip said in a hushed tone. We could make out the outline of someone leaning against the back of the building, and once in a while the glowing tip of a cigarette. “We going in the back?”

  “Let’s hold back for a minute. We make a move and the girls aren’t here, they’ll warn whoever does have them.” I didn’t want them to end up dead.

  The door opened, and I could tell by the shape of the person emerging that a woman had stepped outside.

  “Can’t a man come out and take a piss? What the fuck do you want? You’ve caused enough trouble, bitch.”

  I knew that the voice. It belonged to Trick, president of the Slayers.

  “Maybe I’ve been holding out for something bigger.” I clenched my fists at the sound of Sassy’s scheming voice. “Someone more important.” She couldn’t be more obvious. Her shadow merged with Trick’s until they became one. Knowing Sassy, I could imagine her rubbing up against him to win him over.

  A snort filled the air. “And why would I want your lying pussy? We got trouble heading our way because of you. Got my VP’s head all fucked up.”

  “I didn’t know you were so afraid of Mad Dogs. Not man enough−”