Bed of Roses (Devil Savages MC)

by Harley McRide

  Tonto felt her body first tense, and then with each smack she began to arch into his hand. It seems we have a closet sub. Wait ‘til Sandman hears about this. Not many knew about the extracurricular activities he and Sandman had kept secret, and only a select few of the bitches had the pleasure of seeing it firsthand. Men in the MC were dominant anyway, they just happened to enjoy getting a little kinkier than the others, if that was possible. They all fucked like porn stars, but it was nice to mix things up a little with toys and bondage. Most didn’t take the time to care about shit like that, nor did all the guys make sure the girls got something out of it. He and Sandman both agreed that having the power over a woman’s climax was the biggest rush of all. Feeling her squirm only made his hard dick harder, to the point it was painful.

  Thankfully, his bike was parked right by the front door. He set her down and grabbed the helmet off the back and shoved it down on her head before strapping his own on and climbing on, kicking the motor to life. “Get on.”

  Rose grunted but complied, knowing she had no ride home besides Raven and the girls, which he had already fucked up. She had to hike her skirt up so high she was thankful no one was outside or they would have got an eye full as she straddled the bike behind him. Both of her arms wound around his waist instinctively before he backed out and peeled gravel onto the road.

  When Tonto pulled up to the stoplight, he had a decision to make. Turn left and take her back to the clubhouse with him, or right and take her home. As much as he wanted to relieve the throbbing member in his jeans, Raven was right. He had to make up his mind before things got out of hand. “Fuck,” he mumbled, drowned by the sound of the motor purring. He flipped on his blinker and waited for the light to change, knowing he was gonna live to regret it but didn’t give a flying shit. When the light turned green he pulled out into the intersection without looking back.

  Rose laid her head on his back, the hum of the motor creating a vibration that hit directly on her clit with how she sat on the seat. She shifted slightly, praying he didn’t notice or catch on to what she was doing. With just a little arch in her back, the ride had her body aching with need. She hadn’t noticed where he had turned, and when he killed the engine she looked up confused. “What?” She couldn’t finish her sentence without him hearing the desire in her voice, so she pulled the helmet off and turned her back to him, taking a few deep breaths.

  Tonto could see the glassy haze of lust in her eyes and the pink blush that heated her cheeks and couldn’t hold back. When she turned around, he grabbed her hand and spun her around to face him, her body pressed against his. He pulled her hands behind her back and held them with one of his huge palms, pulling her against his rock hard cock. When she gasped, he kissed her. It didn’t take long for her to give in and fall into him, her hips grinding against him. He growled, taking her bottom lip between his teeth, scrapping the tender area with just enough sting she fought to free her hands. “Mmm. No you don’t.” He yanked her against him harder, rotating his hips to grind his dick against her mound. He took her lips again, this time branding her. He darted his tongue in and out of her mouth, twisting it with hers in a way that had her knees weak and her heart pounding in her ears. She felt him grip her tighter to keep her from falling, refusing to show any mercy. When he couldn’t stand it any longer he pulled away, scooping her up in his arms once more.

  Tonto bypassed those who hung around in the main living area, hauled her straight up to his room, and flipped on the light. “Undress. Now.” His command had her channel clenching. Rose pulled her shirt off over her head, leaving just the thin black lace sheer bra while she slipped off her shoes and skirt. The matching underwear was just as revealing and she paused. He had shucked off his boots, shirt, and was in the process of stepping out of his jeans when he noticed she stood staring. His eyes lit up, eating the vision of her. “Fuck you’re gorgeous.” Rose’s eyes went wide, not expecting the compliment. Hell, as gruff as it may sound, it was huge for him to say. “But I won’t hesitate to whip that little ass a bright red if you don’t get those damn clothes off like I said.” And there was the macho ass she was used to. Feeling a little defiant she shook her head.

  “If you want them off, come take them off yourself.” She tilted her head up slightly, smiling. Something flashed over his features…something she hadn’t ever seen before. In the blink of an eye he was standing next to her with his thumbs under the thin strip of elastic that held her panties on. In one movement he tugged outward, ripping them off into just a thin scrap of material before tossing them over his shoulder.

  “Now, unless you want your bra to end up the same way, take it off.” She looked at her panties and back at him. Since it had been her favorite underwear set, and one of the two she owned that were remotely sexy, she reached behind her and unclasped the bra, allowing it to slide slowly down her arms to free her breasts. Both of her nipples pointed in hard nubs under his stare.

  “Happy?” Rose said haughtily. She watched as he walked over and sat on the foot of the bed, never taking his eyes off her.

  “Keep running that pretty little mouth. I have something to shut you up. Get over here now, on your knees.” It dawned on her what he wanted and she grinned.

  “Or what?”

  His eyes narrowed as his jaw clenched. When she still didn’t move, he got up and slowly walked toward her, stalking her. Without a word, he pulled her tightly against him and moved her hand to press against his hard shaft. The soft feel of her curves against his hard muscle, she gripped it, stroking up and down its length a few times before he pulled away. Before she knew what had happened, he had picked her up, moved them back to the bed, and she was laid out across his legs with her ass in the air. He brought his palm down, making a stinging pink whelp in the shape of a handprint. “Hey! Ouch!” She tried to get up but his other palm pressed gently but firmly enough in the middle of her back, keeping her in place, and she knew it was useless to fight. He spanked the other side, alternating back and forth despite her bucking and squirms. By the fifth swat she had quit fighting, arching her back, presenting her ass for more.

  Once he had her ass a pretty shade of pink, he smoothed the rough callouses of his palm over the sensitized flesh gently to soothe the sting. Every touch had her cunt juicing out onto the inside of her thighs. Tonto inhaled a deep breath, taking in the sweet smell of her arousal. “Mmm. You like that, don’t you, Rose? A little sting with your pleasure...” His hand trailed down with his words until it slid between her thighs, parting them. He could see the moisture glistening on her folds. His fingers slid down her slickness and into her slit, smearing her juice up around her clit in circles. She parted her legs farther, giving him better access in an open invitation. He took it; plunging two fingers into her pussy and curled them up to rub against her G-spot.

  “Oh God yes!” she panted, trying to move down against his hand harder. He quickened his movements, finger fucking her until her restraint held on by a thread and then he quit. “No! Please, Tonto! Please don’t stop!” she begged.

  “Mmm, bad girls don’t get to come. Now, get on your knees.” He helped her stand and went to the bedside table, extracting a black velvet bag. She slowly went to her knees where he had sat before and waited. When he walked back, he moved behind her instead of sitting like she had thought.

  “Wha-a-at are y-y-o-u doing?” He didn’t answer, grabbing her hands and placing them behind her back once more. The slap of something cold encased her one wrist, clicking closed. He did the same to the other wrist, locking the cuffs in place. Handcuffs? Rose fought the panic that began to weigh heavy on her chest, making each breath forced. She had never given up control. The idea of being helpless at his mercy had her scared. When Tonto walked back around and sat, he brought one hand up to caress her cheek.

  “Rose, breathe. Look at me. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. Let me be in control. You don’t have to do anything, just trust me. Do what I say, and I promise you’ll feel like you’ve nev
er felt before.” She looked up at him, her eyes wide.

  Was this the same man? How and where the hell did this caring person come from? Didn’t he just want to bust a nut like the rest of them and send her packing? Hell, how was she going to get home? It was a long way from here. There was no way she could walk it. Her head began to fill with a million thoughts all at once. She hadn’t expected the kiss he laid on her, calming all thoughts but him. She was tipped forward, leaning on him to prevent falling on her face. He didn’t let her fall, nor did he turn into some raging monster like her fears predicted. Little by little he kissed her reservations away until she sat back in the same sex drunk he had her before. This time, when he pulled away, she scooted on her knees between his legs and lowered her head, licking the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue. The little innocent smile she flashed him over his dick awakened something deep inside. He didn’t get a chance to evaluate what it was, or meant. She sucked the tip between her lips, sucking off the dab of salty pre-cum that had leaked out before circling her tongue around the sensitive ring around the head, flicking it gently. He let out a groan, lacing his fingers in her hair. She pulled it all the way out of her mouth and smiled up at him before dipping back down to take all of him into her throat in one thrust. She began sucking his cock hard, sliding it all the way to the hilt before pulling back. Her saliva coated it good, dripping down the front of his balls.

  “Fuck, Rose, that’s it. Juice up my dick,” he growled, holding her head still while he thrust upwards, fucking her face. Before he got too close he pulled back, smiling at her swollen lips and hungry eyes. She licked her lips, smacking them together.

  “Mmm. You taste good,” she mumbled.

  “Damn, woman, you kill me.” He loved hearing her talk dirty. It seemed so wrong coming from someone so pure, and made him want her that much more knowing he turned her dirty. He picked her up under her arms and laid her chest down on the bed with her legs hanging off, and parted them wide.

  Once she was in position, he dropped down behind her and shoved his face in her crotch, licking up and down her slit from her ass to her clit. “Aaaaah!” she hollered. “Yes! Tonto! Yes!” He paused at her words. “Please!” she begged. He had never thought enough to tell a woman his real name and hearing his road name fall from the lips of the bitches he fucked was natural. But Rose wasn’t a bitch…at least not yet. It didn’t sound right coming from her.

  “When you scream my name, you call me Tony, not Tonto. Do you understand?” he barked gruffly. He hadn’t intended on sounding like such a dick. She stilled under him, halting her wiggles for contact. He smacked her ass. “I asked you a question. Do. You. Understand?”

  She nodded, and whispered, “Yes.”

  “What’s my name?” He rubbed his palm over her heated cheek.

  “Tony!” she yelled as he smacked her other cheek.

  “That’s right. I want you to know who’s fucking you. Who this pussy belongs to.” He thrusted his fingers deep into her, finger fucking her until she exploded, clenching down on his hand so violently he struggled to continue moving while she rode it out. Her orgasm gushed down his hand, coating him with her cream. He pulled his fingers out, placing them to his lips where she could see, and sucked them clean in front of her. Just the naughty act alone had her teetering back on the edge of release. Before she could float back to earth he released her wrists, rubbing the blood back down into them intently before flipping her over.

  Tonto crawled up her body and settled atop her, grinding her swollen folds with his throbbing cock. She arched her back slightly and he grinned. “Mmm, so eager. You’re not in charge, baby. Just because I took the cuffs off doesn’t mean you have a say so in anything I do to you tonight.” She groaned, wiggling against him in a tease. “It killed me seeing you in that man’s arms tonight. You coulda been hurt. What do you think I should do about that?”

  “Fuck me?” she asked, earning a bite to her right nipple before he licked it soothingly. The sharp sting had her grinding against him.

  “Mmmm. Your teasing will only cost you, baby. I have all night.” He used his hand between their bodies to line the head of his dick up with her hole and pressed in until just the tip breached her channel. “You.” He shoved in a little more. “Are.” He moved a few more inches, giving her half his length. “Mine!” And with the last word, he shoved all the way inside her, slamming against her cervix. Both of his hands rested beside her head as he pulled out slightly. “Now eyes on me. I want you to see who is fucking you when I make you explode on my dick over and over until you beg me to stop.”

  Her eyes locked with his, seeing the same desperation she felt. He pumped in and out of her, fucking her hard and deep until she felt another orgasm blossom. As the heat spread through her womb, mounting higher and higher, he kissed her lips gently in a perfect contrast. In that kiss, he said all the things left unspoken between them, and she opened her heart.

  Rose’s body thrashed underneath him as he hung on and rode her orgasm out, fighting his own release. When the tremors eased, he slowed his tempo, keeping at a painstakingly infuriating rhythm that had her body begging for a little extra something to send her back into the throws of passion. It took every ounce of his concentration for him to take the time to enjoy the sweet sensations her body created with every little clench and squeeze her body gave to his cock. Her eyes were heavily hooded and full of emotion that words couldn’t express. How had one woman sunk under his skin so badly? He leaned down and brushed his lips to hers, groaning when her hands grazed down his back to his ass. Her fingernails dug in his flesh, encouraging him to take what he needed.

  “Please, Tony.” Her words came out on a whisper against his lips in a desperate plea. He couldn’t take it. A low grumble rumbled out of his chest and he leaned up on his knees, raising her hips with his hands.

  “I’m gonna fill your tight little cunt with my cum, baby.” He pulled her ass up higher, angling her just right where he got the maximum penetration and he gave in to the need that raged inside. Over and over he pounded inside her, matching her moans with grunts of his own. When her pussy clenched down on his dick, he exploded. Her body milked him greedily as spurt after spurt of his seed shot into her. Her orgasm rolled on, lost in the screams of his name as he let her ride it out before falling on top of her exhausted.

  Rose couldn’t catch her breath. All of the worry and troubles were momentarily silenced, allowing her to just…feel. The secure heaviness of his body atop hers, protecting her. The rise and fall of his chest against hers. His warm breath against her neck. The hard press of his still semi erect dick inside her, twitching. Despite the intense orgasmic rollercoaster he had just given her, her body tingled still from the sensitivity and she felt herself wanting…no, needing…more. From the lack of limpness going on inside her, she couldn’t help but wonder if he did too.

  The dip of the bed beside them subsided all of those thoughts and feelings, scaring the shit out of her. “Eeeeek! What the fuck!” She fought to get free, unsure what was going on. Fear gripped her throat. Wild scenarios flooded her thoughts, making her buck and twist to free herself. Had someone been watching, waiting for a turn? Did they expect her to make the rounds and fuck them all now? God, what if Tonto had told them he was bringing her? She knew how the other girls were, but she couldn’t ever be like that. Sex may just be sex, and no matter how much she hoped deep down that this had been more than that, the realism of it was, there wasn’t much of a chance of her being more than a piece of ass to him.

  “Dammit, asshole!” Tonto growled. He moved where she could turn her head to see who their uninvited guest was and her fright eased.

  “God that was hot, baby.” Sandman sprawled out beside them. “You got my dick aching to get inside your pussy.”

  Rose tried not to panic. She glanced over to the door, noticing for the first time that it stood wide open for all the world to see. Who else had watched? Hell, who else was standing in line? All of the good feelings
she had were gone. She needed to get out of here, and fast.

  “I don’t know h-h-how things work, but I’m not into the whole gangbang or train shit so I’m sorry if that was the plan. I need to go. Now.” She twisted under Tonto again, using all her strength against his massive weight. When he arched an eyebrow and didn’t budge, she felt the tears welling up in her eyes. Had she been wrong? She suddenly felt like nothing more than a cheap gutter slut whore.

  “Let her up.” Sandman didn’t move, but was curious if she would run. He had seen the difference in Prez, and if what he suspected to be true, it was time to test her himself. It didn’t take him verbalizing what he was thinking. The two had been friends long enough, he could tell without them discussing it. Tonto looked at him knowingly and nodded. He rolled off and let her free, waiting. If she wasn’t open to being with them both, there was nothing to decide. They had made an agreement long ago that if they ever decided to claim a woman, it would be together. He had been waiting, watching. Rose had been on his radar since the first day he had seen her in the diner but she didn’t seem like the hot little sex kitten she turned out to be.

  Rose jumped up, unsure what to do. She didn’t have a ride home. Sandman didn’t force himself on her, and there wasn’t a crowd at the door like she had expected. So, what the hell was going on? She looked first at Tonto then at Sandman and lowered her gaze. She fought the trembles that arose, reaching for her strewn clothing. As she reached down to pick up her bra, regret filled her. Truth be told, she didn’t want to leave. Before she straightened back up with the under garment in her hand, Tonto sat up, his naked body fully exposed. “Stop. Come here, Rose.” Tonto’s command turned into more of a request, one she couldn’t quite wrap her brain around. He sounded almost afraid she’d walk away. But, why?