I moaned at the taste of his body.
And that’s when I felt a hand touch the back of my head.
I jumped and moaned.
“Keep going, beautiful,” Talon’s tired voice said.
He pushed, moving my mouth down his cock. I took all that I could into my mouth and sucked hard. There was no more room in mouth and not even a sliver of room for my tongue to move. So I pulled back and then went right back down again. I worked myself into a motion and didn’t stop. I worked hard and fast at his dick, my hand slowly clamping around the root of his cock, gently pumping as I sucked hard.
Talon started to thrust up at me, grunting each time I went all the way down on him. I could feel him thickening and tightening. I wasn’t going to stop for a minute, not even to fucking breathe. I wanted him to finish and right now. I wanted to command him for once.
My hair bounced all around as I moved even faster. I tried to breathe when I could, but there wasn’t much of an opportunity. I shut my eyes as I started to feel dizzy. But I couldn’t stop. Talon let out a growl and then a hiss. My hand started to pump faster, matching the speed of my lips, mouth, and tongue.
“God, fuck,” Talon finally groaned and thrust up hard.
He tested the back of my mouth and then a second later, he started to release. I moaned as he came, quickly filling my mouth. That didn’t stop me though. My hand stroked him as my mouth accepted him, going until he was done. And even after, I slowed down and let my lips taste him just a few more times before pulling my mouth off him.
I threw my hair back and let out a deep breath, trying to catch my breath. The room slowly started to stop spinning. Talon’s cock was still standing, throbbing, glistening from my mouth and his orgasm.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Everly…”
I smirked. “What? I was… in the mood.”
I guess that was my feeble way of trying to be romantic. Considering I had woken up with Layne holding my hand. Now that same hand was gripped around the base of Talon’s cock.
I’m such a fucked up mess… I can’t help it…
“Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”
“I never said that,” I said. I released my hold and stepped from the bed. “I still fucking hate you.”
“You don’t get what’s going on, Everly.”
“And you’re going to just start talking to me?”
“Yeah. I want to.”
“Because it involves you, Talon. When I wanted to know things… I was shut out. But because this fucking hurts you, now you’re open.”
Talon gritted his teeth. “You’re kind of fucking sexy when you’re mad. Come here.”
I didn’t want to go near Talon, but I was helpless to his touch and needs. He put his hand out and I took it. He pulled and brought me back to the bed. I jumped up and straddled him, my other hand landing on his shoulder. He touched my face and let out a groan.
There was silence now.
Talon let my hand go and lifted my shirt up. Before I could get my bearings, my shirt was off. With one hand, Talon reached back and unsnapped my bra. My breasts pushed forward and I let him strip the damn thing off me. Both hands then touched my breasts. His strong and rough hands. Each squeeze forcing wetness between my legs. I put my head back and let out a sigh.
All the hate, all the pain, it all slipped away.
“Fuck I love these tits,” he growled.
His mouth appeared at my left breast a second later. The tip of his tongue sliced up and down, teasing my nipple until it was painfully hard. His lips then slid over my breast, taking me into his mouth. His other hand continued to play with my other breast. Kneading my skin, his fingertips sometimes pinched hard enough to make me jump.
When he did it again and I jumped, I felt something touch my ass. I reached back and couldn’t believe what I found.
Talon was fucking hard again.
It told me he really hadn’t touched anyone else but me… and that whore from the picture.
I pressed the top of his shaft to my soft ass and rubbed.
Talon groaned. “Fuck, beautiful… I’ll go again right now. I’ll smother your pretty little ass…”
“No,” I said. “Inside me.”
Talon took his mouth from my chest and looked up at me. “Fair enough.”
He slipped a hand between my legs and tore my panties to the side. I lifted myself and placed the thick head of his cock to my center. I lowered myself down, my body so tender and sensitive from Talon fucking me so hard last night.
But he filled me… so much fucking pressure and pleasure.
Talon then had both hands to my waist, holding me. He gently started to lift and lower me. He lifted me up with ease and brought me down as he fucked up at me. So hard. So damn good.
I put my hands to his shoulders and shoved my chest in his face. For a second I wondered if I could fucking suffocate him with my breasts. Let him die like this rather than taking a knife to his throat or bullets to the back of his head.
Talon moved his head left to right, kissing my chest. He was fucking perfect at everything and I had no power over him. His hands crept to my back, allowing me to fuck him. I rocked my hips hard against his body. His cock rubbed deep in my core, calling for my pleasure to mount. I had no control over my needs and desires, climaxing with ease.
I cried out as I started to come. My body tightened, squeezing at Talon’s cock. I froze for a few seconds, losing my breath and balance. But Talon wasn’t going to allow that. His hands slapped at my ass and started to move me again. My legs lost feeling and I was limp. I lowered my head, my eyes meeting his.
“Give me that fucking wild tongue,” he growled at me.
I lowered my mouth to his. We kissed so fucking hard and fast, it was intense. He thrust so deep up at me, our bodies smacked together with a wet noise. I kept coming and couldn’t stop. The pleasure kept rolling, like Talon was shoving it all right back up my body.
I couldn’t explain how it really felt.
And when Talon sped up even more, his heels dug into the bed, his cock thickening, it blew my mind that he was ready to explode again.
Talon pulled me tight to his body and groaned as he climaxed for the second time since I snuck into his room. He held me there, his cock pulsing, filling me.
And we fucking kissed… so good… with so much damn passion…
I didn’t want to hate him so much, but I couldn’t fall anymore for him. There had to be a line. But the problem with that was a guy like Talon loved to cross the line.
5.
(Talon)
Everly climbed off my body and stood next to the bed. My cock was soaking wet again and throbbing. My balls were a little achy, but I’d go again if Everly wanted to do it. I’d fuck her until I was empty. And after that, I’d get between her legs with my mouth and eat her dry. If that’s what it fucking took to show her.
She grabbed her shirt and bra and stood there, covering her perky tits. The lust in her eyes and flushed look on her face told me I had done my job to perfection. That I already knew by the way her pussy had been clamping at my dick. I never had a woman’s body do that to me before.
“You can hang here and grab a shower,” I said.
“No,” Everly said. “I’ll go…”
“Just like that?”
“Does it bother you?”
“What if I said it does?”
“Then you’d know how I feel.”
Ouch, beautiful. Fucking ouch.
I nodded. “Okay. I’m not going to force it on you, Everly. You think you got this fucking place figured out? Go for it. When the vote goes through and I finally have my patch back, it’ll be fine. The noise outside will calm. I have to do it my way. Nobody else understands.”
“Let them the fuck in then,” Everly spat at me. “Layne…”
I curled my lip. “What?”
“He was drunk last night. He was saying things, Talon. You used to be close…”
I scoffed. “Used to be, be
autiful. That’s the key there. It’s nobody’s business but mine. And his. You’re not going to be a pawn in this. I’m not fucking you because I want information. I want you, Everly. I want that fucking body. Those tits. That pussy. The look in your eyes right now. The smell of your fucking hair. The feel of your silky skin. It’s my life. It’s my reminder that I’m alive. That I can fucking feel…”
Everly blinked fast. Her eyes glazed over. She leaned down and kissed me. When she pulled back, I saw a tear drop from her eye. Right to my damn chest.
She turned and rushed for the door.
“Everly,” I yelled. “Beautiful…”
She was fucking gone.
The door slammed and that was it.
I let out a sigh and looked down at my cock. It was finally calm, flaccid, resting to the right. I looked at my chest and saw Everly’s tear. I touched it and shook my head.
Fucking Layne… dragging her through this…
I wanted to talk to Everly. But I wanted her to listen. I wanted her to give a shit to hear what I had to say.
I tucked myself back into my jeans and got out of bed. I grabbed a fresh t-shirt and put on my leather cut. I left my bedroom and went to the bar. A lot of the guys were dicking around. I got a beer and went out to the parking lot. The warm sun felt nice against my face but made my head throb from all the whiskey the night before.
Layne, Jagg, and Austin were huddled together near Layne’s motorcycles. Gabbing like high school bitches planning to backstab someone.
“It’s tense around here,” a voice said next to me.
I looked and saw Buzzy standing. His left eye was a little swollen and he had a cut on his forehead.
“Fuck, man, what were you thinking?”
“I don’t know. I’m just as tense I guess. I’ve never seen this, Talon. A club without a President. Now the club has to vote one in like this. It’s supposed to be handed down. Handed along. Everyone wanting it. Not this shit.”
I drank from my beer. “I gave it up for the better of the club. When I had to go to prison. I came back and this is what I have. Layne can’t cut it. He can’t do it the right way.”
“He’s smart though.”
“Good for him. I need a smart VP.”
Buzzy laughed. “You are a fucked up guy. But I trust you with my life, Talon. I trust you with this MC.”
“Thanks.”
A motorcycle thundered and flew into the lot. It sped right up to me and turned.
Drave took off his helmet with a grin on his face.
“What?” I asked. “Coming from the stripclub?”
“More like a hooker from a back alley,” Buzzy said.
“Fuck you both,” Drave said. “Went for a ride and guess what I saw?”
“What?” I asked.
“Rilen Lost. Getting ready for a dark ride. One of theirs is dead.”
I grinned. “The asshole that tried to take out Austin.”
“Yeah,” Drave said. “Maybe we should pay them a visit?”
“That’s the kind of thinking I like,” I said.
I pounded the rest of my beer and made a line for my ride. I climbed on the motorcycle and whistled.
Layne, Jagg, and Austin all looked at me.
I put my helmet on. “Let’s ride, gentlemen.”
“Where?” Layne asked.
“Rilen Lost is getting ready to ride with the guy Austin killed. I want to fucking disrupt it a little. Remind them why all this happened.”
“Christ,” Jagg called out. “You can’t fucking stop, can you?”
I shook my head. I started my motorcycle.
I waited a minute and when I started to ride, I had a line behind me. Layne, Jagg, Austin, Drave, and Buzzy.
We rode out into Brocke, a line of Devil Call MC members and our loud ass motorcycles. Making the locals shiver a little, but they all knew we kept things cool and calm.
Beyond the town, I sped up on the twists and turns until I rode right up on the funeral procession with the Rilen Lost members.
Jony in the front, his VP behind him. A black hearse and then four more members.
I didn’t give a shit and didn’t respect these assholes. I sped right up next to Jony. When he looked at me, I gave him the finger. Jony quickly waved and the procession came to a stop. I cut my wheel and turned my motorcycle, stopping and shutting it off. I stepped from the motorcycle and put a hand to Jony’s shoulder.
“Going to bury your pride?” I asked.
“You know what we’re doing,” Jony asked. “Give us some fucking respect.”
“Respect?” I asked with a smile. “Just like I had respect in prison. Time to sit there and think. To rot away, right? No, not me. I… I was attacked. Again. And again. And again. Oh, and the asshole in the casket, didn’t he try to kill one of our guys?”
“Your guy was snooping,” Jony said. “His eyes looking where they didn’t belong.”
I leaned forward and whispered, “You don’t even know how we got the guy. We didn’t take him. We just killed him.”
“And you don’t know who he was,” Jony said.
“Like I care.”
I said the wrong thing because Rilen Lost’s VP flipped his shit. His name was Jack and he lunged off his motorcycle, helmet still on his head, making a line right at me. He pulled his gun and I quickly smacked it away. Jack stumbled to the left, but I was far from being out of trouble. Buzzy came forward and pointed his gun at Jack. Jack started to turn and I swore that Buzzy was going to get his stomach blown off.
That’s when Layne came forward and put a gun to the back of Jony’s head.
And I stood there without a weapon in my hand.
I loved this kind of shit.
“Call him off,” Layne bellowed. “Nobody is here to fucking get hurt.”
Layne pointed back at the rest of the Devil Call guys and they all took our their weapons. Guns drawn. Guns pointed. All from Layne’s command.
Damn. Nice job, Layne.
Jony looked at me. His eyes were tired and weak. He was feeling the pressure of going against Devil Call MC on a daily basis. He’d never win this fight and never win this war. Brocke was our town. Fuck that, Brocke was my fucking town. Devil Call MC was my fucking club.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Mourning? Grieving?”
“His name was Jimmy,” Jony said. “He was Jack’s younger brother.”
“I never wanted this life for him,” Jack said. “I warned him…”
“He was a good member,” Jony said. “Rode with us to the end. I’m sure he took the bullet with grace.”
“Grace?” I asked and started to laugh. “I don’t remember him being that tough. I remember him crying like a bitch. Tied to a chair. Begging for his damn life.”
“And you killed him?” Jack asked.
“I didn’t,” I said. “Revenge, motherfucker. Revenge.”
Jack tried to take a step, but Buzzy pushed his gun to Jack’s temple harder. “Don’t fucking do it, asshole.”
“Can everyone just take a breath?” Jony asked.
“No,” I said. “I want to check. Make sure you guys aren’t smuggling guns or drugs.”
“What?” Jack asked.
“You heard me,” I said.
Layne looked at me, eyes wide. He had no idea what my intentions were. Hell, I didn’t either until the idea came to me.
“What the fuck are you doing, Talon?” Jony asked. “We’re trying to bury one of our brothers.”
“Good for you. But the shit that’s been happening in this town… since I went in and came out… I can’t risk anything in my town.”
“Your town?” Jony asked.
“Your town?” Layne whispered.
“Yeah, my town. No more drugs. No more bullshit. I’m opening the casket to make sure there’s a body in there.”
“Christ,” Buzzy said.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. I turned and faced the guys. “Anyone from Devil Call MC against that?”
Behind me I heard Jack groaning and sobbing.
I slowly walked to the hearse. I pointed at Jagg and then to the door. “Let’s go, man. Help me with this. You too, Austin. You killed him.”
I could feel the tension mounting again. Things were going to explode and not just within Rilen Lost. But I had to stand my fucking ground. I had to take control and keep control. I had to win this vote.
I opened the back door to the hearse and let the large door swing up. It wasn't the first time I had done something crazy like this, but that was a whole other story. I slide the base with the casket on it out of the hearse. It was connected to the hearse and balanced.
“Keep your guns drawn,” I said to Jagg and Austin.
“Hey, man, what is this?” Jagg asked me. “I mean, come the fuck on.”
“Is that how you want to talk to me?”
“You’re not the President, Talon.”
“Yet,” I said.
“What’s the point of it?” Jagg asked.
“Rilen Lost isn’t smart enough to have drugs in there,” Austin said.
“I know,” I said. “But look at them…”
All the guys were pale, full of fear, confused. They didn’t know how to act because their President and VP looked ready to collapse. I had started to break them and I would keep doing so until I could fucking kill Jony. There was revenge on the horizon for him.
“They’re terrified,” Drave said. He was a few feet away with his gun still pointed toward Jony and Jack.
“Then we did our job,” Jagg said.
“He tried to have me killed almost on a daily basis,” I said. “I was inside and I was fucking alone. What do you expect me to do now?”
I grabbed the lid to the casket and opened it.
There was the body… Jimmy… in a black t-shirt, his Rilen Lost patch between his hands. His face was purplish, a little sunk in, the wound from Austin still visible. Whoever tried to patch up the corpse did a halfway decent job.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Jack growled, his voice cracking.
I dropped the lid shut and walked away. “No drugs. No guns. Just a smelly body.”
I walked with defiance and saw the anger in Jack’s eyes. I smiled and wanted him to try something so badly.
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