by Khloe Wren
Now she was primed and ready to blow, I went on the attack. At the same time, I thrust my fingers in her pussy deep, nipped her clit and slipped my finger up her tight little asshole to the first knuckle. Her upper body lifted off the bed as she screamed out and her inner muscles clamped down on me, holding me inside her as she came fucking hard.
My cock was throbbing for attention and if I didn’t get these jeans off soon, I was gonna have a permanent zipper mark up the underside of it. As she started to come down, I gentled my strokes before easing free of her body. Slipping her legs off my shoulders, I stood and looked down at her. She was perfect, all sex rumpled, half asleep and spread over my fucking bed. Yeah, whatever games she was playing, I didn’t give a fuck about right now. We’d sort whatever that shit was out, because she belonged right here. With me, in my bed.
Flick
Naturally, Taz would be freaking orally fixated. My core vibrated in the aftermath of having two massive climaxes. Hell, I could curl up and go to sleep a happy woman right now. But Taz hadn’t gotten any relief, and I still hadn’t seen the man naked. His chest and torso were a work of fucking art–and not just because of the tattoos, including a new piece on his ribs. The ink was raised and looked fresh, and I was sure I hadn’t seen it when he’d taken off his shirt at the gym last night.
“Be right back, kitty.”
Through hooded eyes, I watched him head to what I assumed was a bathroom. Once he was out of sight, I forced my body to move. Rolling over, I then crawled further up the bed until my head was on the pillow. I kicked the sheet and blankets down, but didn’t bother pulling them back up over me. I was pretty sure Taz wasn’t ready for sleep just yet. A yawn struck me just as he walked back in, naked. I may have whimpered.
“Don’t go getting sleepy on me. I’m far from being done with you tonight.”
Did I mention he was now gloriously naked? I had no clue what he’d just said because all I could focus on was the fact he had a pierced dick. I licked my lips and couldn’t tear my gaze away from it. A small metal ball sat at the tip and another under the head. He stroked himself, flicking the piercing as I watched him.
“Like what you see, my curious little kitty? Because just you wait till I get this inside you and this ball is running over your sweet spot with every stroke.”
I nodded, because I knew there was no way I could speak at the moment. With a chuckle, he strode toward me, and pulling the drawer beside the bed open, he pulled out a strip of condoms that he set on the nightstand after tearing one off. I was still staring at his dick when he palmed the length again, stroking twice before he put one knee up on the bed and moved toward me.
“Stop looking so scared, babe. It ain’t gonna bite.”
Humor laced his voice and heat flashed over my cheeks.
“I’ve never seen a pierced dick before.”
“That’s because it hurts like a motherfucker to get one, and takes for-fucking-ever to heal. I did it when I was young and dumb, so it’s all healed up now and trust me, I know exactly how to use it to the best of its ability.”
That made me scoff. I just bet he did. I reached for him and he took my hand in his and wrapped it around his length as he laid beside me. The metal was warm as it slid over my palm. I really wanted to know what it would feel like both against my tongue and in my pussy. He released my hand and moved to grab my breast. Using both hands, he kneaded the girls until I was arching into his touch, then he gripped my nipples, giving them a tug before he twisted them just enough to get my attention.
“C’mon, cowgirl, want you riding my cock.”
Letting his dick go, I slapped lightly at his chest. “Just because we’re in Texas, doesn’t automatically make me a damn cowgirl.”
He chuckled. “What? You don’t want to ride me?”
I gave him a sly grin. “Never said that.”
While he grabbed the condom, I moved up to my knees and straddled his thighs. He really was a beautiful male. Not in a pretty way, but in a rough, masculine way. His body and face showed he’d lived a hard life, he’d survived it all, and was here on the other side, living life. He rolled the latex down his hard length, then before I could move myself, he gripped my hips and lifted me. With a squeak, I pressed one hand to his chest then shifted my other to grip his dick to line it up with my opening.
He didn’t shove me down like I half expected him to, but held me up so I slowly slid down his thick erection this first time. Damn, he was big. When my pelvis met his, he held still and I took a couple of deep breaths while my body adjusted to having him inside me. He didn’t say a word, just stroked his palms up my thighs and arms, then onto my breasts until I relaxed. I swiveled my hips and he groaned, then tightened his hands on my shoulders, holding me down hard against him as he thrust up.
“Lean back and hold onto my legs.”
He released my shoulders, and while holding his gaze, I did as he instructed. His eyes flicked down to my breasts and with a snarl, he sat up and wrapped his mouth around one nipple as he gripped the other between a thumb and finger. Arousal shot through my body and I flexed my hips in an attempt to get enough friction against my clit to come. He gave the first nipple a light bite, before he switched to the other one. By the time he’d finished toying with both buds, they were so sensitive I was ready to scream at the lightest touch. My clit was throbbing with need, and I clenched down on his cock, milking his length in an attempt to get him to fucking move already.
He laid back, a feral grin on his face and a hard, hot look in his eyes. He gripped my hips and started thrusting up into me hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck!”
I dug my fingers into his legs and my head dropped back as my body shook. Just as he’d told me it would, the top ball of his piercing had hit my g-spot directly from the first thrust. It didn’t take long before I started to climax again. He tweaked my clit and I nearly passed out as my orgasm built higher and kept going. My mind shut down and I rolled with the intense pleasure that was taking over every cell of my being.
CHAPTER 7
Taz
Holy fucking shit! This woman was beyond sexy and watching her shudder through multiple orgasms was making it hard to hold off my own, but I was determined. I wasn’t done with her yet and although she seemed pretty soft and compliant after this round, she’d be even more so after a couple more. At least, that’s what I was telling myself. Honestly, it was more about wanting to see her whole body flush pink as she shuddered and clenched down on me like a fucking vise before she screamed my name. The fact she’d dug her fingernails deep enough into my thighs that she’d drawn blood didn’t hurt either. I loved that she’d marked me, because I sure as shit had marked her up. Her nipples were red from all the attention I’d given them and she had a few little hickies over her chest too.
With the last shudder of her orgasm, her body went limp and I quickly grabbed her and rolled us over so she was on her back. Caging her under my body, I started kissing her mouth, bringing her back to life with licks and nips. With a moan she came back to me, stroking her palms up my arms until she had them wrapped around my neck. I moved to nibble along her jaw line.
“Don’t go getting sleepy on me yet, I’m still not done with you, kitty.”
She moaned and undulated beneath me. “You’re still hard?”
“Yeah, babe. I’ve got the stamina to keep going all fucking night, if the mood strikes me.”
I might not be able to hold off from coming for much longer, but with the way she had me so riled up, I was sure my recovery time wouldn’t be long. My statement got me a raised eyebrow in disbelief. I kissed her nose lightly, then started to stroke in and out of her again.
“Don’t worry, curious little kitty, I’ll prove it to you so you don’t ever doubt me again.”
She arched up under me and I couldn’t resist the offering she presented. Sucking deep on one of her nipples had her shuddering and crying out. She gripped my head but I wasn’t sure if she was holding me to her
, or pushing me away. Releasing her with a pop, I moved so I was kneeling between her legs. Palming her hips, I pulled her toward me with each of my thrusts up. Her channel rippled around me and I closed my eyes at how fucking good it felt to be buried inside this woman.
Suddenly, I understood what Mac and Eagle had been on about when they said their women were their home. Because that’s what this felt like. Being inside Flick, felt like I’d fucking come home. When she started thrashing her head on the pillow I couldn’t hold off. I needed to pound into her, to give her everything I had.
I pulled free, flipped her over, then pulling her up on all fours, I slammed back into her core, loving how she cried out and tightened around me. She dropped her shoulders down the bed as she trembled beneath me and I reached under her to toy with her clit while I kept thrusting into her. I knew the bottom ball of my Prince Albert would be rubbing over her g-spot with every stroke in this position, and between that and my playing with her clit she was trembling beneath me on the edge of another climax within moments. Feeling like stepping things up, I swiped the thumb of my hand not busy tormenting her clit, around my cock, getting it nice and wet with her cream. Then, I ran my finger down the crack of her ass, before pressing my thumb over her little hole. Like earlier, she tensed and muttered something under her breath I didn’t catch. But she didn’t pull away, or tell me to fuck off, so on my next thrust into her slick pussy, I pressed the tip of my thumb in, while I pinched her clit with my other hand. She blew apart, clenching hard down on me and I couldn’t fight it. I came hard, filling the condom as fucking stars burst across my vision.
“Fuck me.”
Slipping my thumb free, I dropped over her back, resting my forehead on her shoulder as she shook and whimpered beneath me. After a few deep breaths, I pulled back and eased my cock from her core. She tensed as I pulled the head free and stumbled over to the bathroom to clean up, lose the condom and grab a cloth to wipe her down.
When I got back to her she was out cold. Guess I wore her out a little too much. Ah, well, I’d let her nap for a bit, then I’d wake her for question time. I gently wiped between her legs and her ass before tossing the cloth in the direction of the bathroom. I’d deal with it later. Then, unable to resist her soft body, I slid in behind her, pulled the covers up over us and curled myself around her. She snuggled back against me so when I wrapped my arm around her, she was caged in tight against me.
Felt good. Actually, it felt way too fucking good. Fuck, I hoped whatever she was playing at, I could sort out so I could keep her. Because suddenly, the idea of settling down with one woman didn’t seem such a bad idea.
Flick
Never in my life had I been so thoroughly fucked. I woke to a pleasant ache in my pussy and a twinge in my ass. That one was new. Twice last night, Taz had put his finger or thumb in my butt and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. I’d never let a man fuck me there, and I wasn’t sure I wanted Taz’s monster back there, either. But the finger thing felt good.
I could feel his warmth beside me, so I went to roll toward him. When I couldn’t move, my lungs froze. I yanked on my arms as my eyes flew open to see why I couldn’t move them. I was fucking cuffed to the rails of his headboard.
“What the fuck?”
He moved and I turned my face toward him and glared fire his way as he moved to cover my body with his. Accurately predicting my reaction, he blocked my legs from being able to kick out at him.
“Time to answer some questions for me, Felicity.”
My body stilled. This was not how I wanted to tell him about the real reason I was here.
“Uncuff me and let me get dressed and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
He rolled off me and stood beside the bed. He pulled his jeans on, then crossed his arms over his chest and stood staring at me.
“The sheet’s covering everything important, and I ain’t uncuffing you until I’m convinced you’re not a threat to me, or mine. Now, why are you really in Bridgewater? Because I’m going to take a wild guess and say it’s got nothing to do with an old boss.”
I pulled on the cuffs again, seeing if I could twist free, but he’d put them on nice and tight. With a huff I looked over at him, trying to figure out how to tell him. Where to start that he wouldn’t go off the deep end before I finished.
“We’re on the same side. At least, we’re supposed to be.”
His body stiffened and his gaze turned cold, like ice cold.
“You’re FBI?”
I nodded slowly, trying to work out what he was going to do about it.
“Figured they wouldn’t let us just disappear when we stopped talking to them. So, you’re our new handler, are you? Figured you’d get in nice and close to keep tabs on us?”
He didn’t sound angry. Nope, he sounded furious. I needed to calm him down a notch or two. Somehow. I shook my head. “No, not your handler. They know Mac and Eagle are out. I’m here to be your new partner. My boss wants me to partner up with you to deal with–” I huffed again. “Can I please sit up for this conversation? Without being cuffed to the bed? I’m not here to hurt you, or arrest you.”
He didn’t move an inch. “If that’s the case, why didn’t you come straight to me and tell me up front? Why all this sneaky bullshit and fucking me first?”
Giving up trying to get free, I relaxed back against the bed. “Because your club needs to believe we met and hooked up naturally. If it looked manufactured, they’d have picked up on it and this wouldn’t work.”
“Starting out by lying to me won’t work out well for you either, luv.”
“I never intended for it to go this far before I told you who I was. But things got heated last night and–dammit–you make me lose my damn mind, Taz! Would you please release the cuffs? I hate having my freedom to move restricted.”
His gaze narrowed for a minute before he grabbed a little key off the table, climbed back on the bed and straddled my waist. He leaned up and unlocked me before leaning back. I slowly pulled my arms down and with a wince, I rubbed at the red marks around my wrists to ease the burn. He took one in his palm and held it out so he could examine the damage he’d caused me.
“Dammit. Why’d you fight it so fucking much? I didn’t make them tight enough to hurt if you hadn’t tugged on them so damn much.”
Anger spiked through my blood. “How would you fucking react to waking up cuffed to a damn bed?”
Wrapping a large palm around each of my wrists, he pinned them on either side of my head before he leaned down over me until our faces were only separated by an inch.
“I hate being played or manipulated. You did both. I should just hand you over to Scout, tell him you’re a fucking fed and forget all about you.”
Oh, I wanted to kick him so bad, but he was sitting too high up. I could maybe knee him in the back, but all that would do is knock him forward into me.
“You do that, I drag you, Mac and Eagle under the bus with me. What do you think your precious president will think of the fact you three were sent in to spy on them?”
“We’ve never given any information on the club–”
I smiled in a falsely sweet way. “You and I both know that, but I’m guessing Scout’ll wanna chat with you three before he believes you over the stories I’ll spin. I heard about what happened to Eagle a few months back. Bad business, that. I can only imagine what they’d do to someone they thought was a rat.”
His body vibrated above me and his grip tightened on my wrists while his face went red. He stayed silent and I watched him with a lump of fear in my throat as he processed what I’d said. I hadn’t wanted to get nasty with him, but he’d pushed me into a corner. I wasn’t ever going to take that shit lying down. Even if, technically speaking, I was physically lying down.
“What do you want?”
His voice was harsh and cracked like a whip through the air. I let myself relax beneath him, hoping he’d respond by calming down at least a little.
“It’s
not about what I want, Taz. You know–”
“Fine. What do they want? And stop fucking around, Flick. You know what I mean.”
I sighed. “Fine. Be like that, then. Word has spread that the Satan’s Cowboys MC has recently taken an increased interest in the Charon MC. The Bureau believes it’s because the Cowboys want to start using your club to help them distribute product–guns and drugs. They realize that, like Mac and Eagle, you’re now loyal to the Charons, but the Cowboys are a different matter. I’m to come in as your girlfriend and help you work out what the Cowboys are up to so we can stop them and break their distribution network apart. I believe the hope is it will be easier to stop something new that the Cowboys haven’t had time to fully secure, than their more established networks.”
“We? As in you and me take down one of the biggest MCs in Texas? Or, as in, we hand the information over the FBI, who if their track record is to be followed, will hand it straight over the Cowboys, who’ll come after the both of us and not only blow our cover, but probably our heads off as well.”
For a few moments I just stared into his baby blues, trying to think of how best to respond. “Your last handler, the one who leaked shit to the L.A. mob, went missing after what happened with the Iron Hammers. No one’s seen him or heard from him in three months.”
He cut me off again. “Do not try to tell me he was the only leak in the FBI. I know better. We were naive when we took this job on, to think we could help make America safer. The silver lining is we found a place that does just that. The Charon MC don’t do drugs, never have, and there’s no way Scout will ever agree to traffic it for the Cowboys, or for anyone else. If anyone in this town needs help, we provide it. There’s no red tape to fuck around with, no concerns of filling out fucking paperwork or ticking boxes. We see a need, we fucking fill it. Simple. Just like Mac and Eagle, I like my life here in Bridgewater. I fucking love being a part of this club. And I won’t be risking it for anyone. Understand?”
