by London Casey
One wild lick from bottom to top sent my body straight into overdrive. He kissed up to my mound and then gently grazed his teeth to my skin. As he sliced down, I started to shake, waiting for him to hit the right spot. The second his teeth grazed my clit I let out a scream.
Trent then closed his mouth around me and helped himself.
I felt his tongue slip down to my hole. One thrust and he was inside me. His tongue darting in all directions, savoring me, coaxing all my wetness to break open from a leak to a waterfall. My right hand reached down and I grabbed for the outlaw’s hair, then his shoulder. The thickness of his muscle was so intense. Just like his dick.
Trent pulled at me and pressed his mouth tighter between my legs. There was no more room but he made some anyway. The pressure and pleasure collided together. His head gently bobbed up and down, I swear his nose rubbed against my clit as his tongue dug deep, twisting inside me, then pulling out. He took his mouth away with a wet sound and then went to work on my clit again. My inner thighs were shaking like I was cold or afraid, but it was the opposite. I was burning with heat. I was completely comfortable.
I felt the rush happening from inside me.
My mouth fell open as I crunched forward, almost sitting up.
Every inch of me demanded relief. I had gotten so used to my own touch, bringing myself to climax just enough to satisfy a basic need.
But Trent was doing so much more.
He wasn’t going for a basic need. He was going for my wildest want.
I managed to speak through my breathless voice.
I got out two words.
“I’m coming!”
**
Trent had me turned around on my hands and knees, my ass high in the air. To me, when I was done, that was the end of it. At least that’s how I had been used to it going. Even more than that, it was usually when he ended.
Not with Trent.
Fuck, Trent hadn’t even been inside me yet.
I looked back at him, waiting for that amazing cock to pound inside me, but Trent crouched down again. I felt his mouth touch my pussy again and I whimpered. The angle was different, his mouth and face so close to so many things. His tongue was just as rampant, just as hungry. His hands touched my ass, gripping my cheeks, his thumbs creeping to the center, making me jump when he touched me somewhere else.
Then his hands traveled up my back, the touch of his fingers stronger than any man I had ever met in my life. The hands of a monster, of a man who had killed, of a man who would kill again when asked. That should have scared me, but it didn’t. It turned me on. It really turned me on.
I buried my face into a pillow and started to rock my hips against his mouth.
His hands slid around my body, up my shirt, and he cupped my breasts. I was blessed there but Trent’s large hands made me feel small. But I liked it. The way he cupped, held me, the way his fingers then played with my nipples, making them painfully hard, somehow making the pleasure between my legs connect to my nipples. It was like he was a magician or a doctor or something.
Or maybe he’d done it to so many women, he was an expert.
Whatever. At least I was on the receiving end of this outlaw expert.
I heard him growl under his breath as he licked my wetness, the sound echoing in the room. I let out another scream as his tongue ran down and up against my clit so many times, so hard and fast, I lost count. I started to lean forward as though my body was almost afraid of coming again.
Trent wasn’t going to allow that…
His hands quickly released their hold on my breasts. He then moved to my lower back, pressing and holding me, my ass even higher in the air. His tongue touched me everywhere I ever dreamed to be touched, and it felt like he was there all at the same time. My ass flexed as I drove myself back to his touch, blushing as I lost myself, never having it feel so good before. His lips closed around mine, his tongue softly touching my clit, and he brought me to another powerful orgasm.
I screamed into the pillow as I came, my body shaking and losing feeling. Trent held me right in place until he was finished with me. He took one last lick and placed his lips right to my left ass cheek. He kissed and backed away. His hands moved over my ass and he pushed me down to the bed.
I looked back and blew the hair out of my face. He rose up like a monster and stood there. His cock was full again, amazing thick and hard.
My hands held the sheets tight still as I stared at him, waiting for his next move. I wasn’t sure if my body could handle more, but if he wanted to stick that giant thing inside me, I would find a way to make it happen.
Slowly, Trent leaned into the bed and climbed up on it. His legs were inside my legs. My pussy was still exposed to him. He reached forward and down, touching me. My ass lifted up and his other hand came down, slapping me back to the bed.
He took his hand away and reached for his dick.
I shuddered and felt my cheeks burn red as his hand wrapped around his cock. He started to jerk himself again, using my orgasm to assist. His other hand rested on my ass, squeezing as his hand moved faster at the head of his dick. Up and back, watching the veins in his hand and dick throb, I started to groan.
“Touch yourself, darling,” he said.
I moved my right hand between my legs. My pointer and middle finger sought out my clit and I started to make circles. It felt good but it wasn’t like when he did it to me. I realized right then I might be forever ruined because of Trent. Maybe it was a good thing he hadn’t fucked me.
No. It was a terrible thing. I wanted him to fuck me.
I thought about him fucking me. I imagined that massive dick forcing itself into me. Curling my folds out of the way. My tender center giving way, trying so hard to be open enough for him, but he’d have to do all the work, fucking at me until I was enough for him.
My hips jutted left to right as I thought about it.
I stared at his cock, his hand racing up and back against himself.
“Fuck, darling,” he growled at me. “You want this dick inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “Trent, please… don’t…”
He let out a deep groan. The head of his cock looked twice as thick than a minute ago. I gasped and realized he was right there…
Trent hissed as his cock spurted at me. I watched him come and felt the warm release hit the middle of my back. I gasped and shivered. The second shot hit my lower back, the third hit my ass. He then pointed down and came at my pussy and my fingers. I felt his seed against my fingers and I pressed against my pussy, feeling his warmth enter me.
His hand held tight to the root of his cock as he slowly continued to jerk, his release no longer spraying but collecting and dripping at the tip of his dick. He then rubbed his cock against the back of my leg and he climbed off the bed.
“I already told you,” he said, “you’re sleeping in the bed. You need to stay safe, darling. While you can.”
I rolled to my side, feeling Trent’s release climbing down my body to the bed.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“You want the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Your time is up with the MC,” he said. “We have a war to fight and win. There’s nothing else you could do for us.”
Trent turned away from me. His back was ripped and ridged with muscles. He had the same skull from his leather cut tattooed on his back.
I didn’t say a thing back to him.
So he left the room, slamming the door.
So there it was… all on the table.
My body ached. My pussy swelled, wanting more. I felt his seed clinging to my body. And yet, he hadn’t fucked me. He had not taken that perfect cock and fucked me.
Worse yet… he was going to throw me out of the clubhouse and the protection from the MC.
fifteen.
(trent)
I took a shower and had to go back into the goddamn room to get a goddamn change of clothes. I told m
yself if Harlee was awake I would just give in and fuck her. Or at the very least I would kiss her. I felt almost foolish that I had gone to such lengths to pleasure her (and myself) yet I hadn’t just taken what I really wanted.
That wasn’t like me.
The monster didn’t tip-toe around shit.
But that’s what Harlee did to me.
She made me tip-toe because I was split directly in half. One half wanted her ass gone. Get the fuck out and find a different way to survive without the outlaw life lingering and the reaper wanting her ass as much as I did. The other half of me wanted to keep her close, fuck her senseless, and enjoy whatever time we had left together before she ate a bullet from me, Trev, or someone on the outside.
Christ.
I opened the bedroom door and saw that Harlee had a small light turned on next to the bed. She was under the covers and there was a towel next to the bed. I had to laugh at myself knowing that the towel was covered with my good stuff. Harlee was on her side, facing the light. Her hair damn near covering her entire face. I had no idea how she could breathe like that.
I took a step and paused.
I took another step and kept going.
I walked to the side of the bed and reached for Harlee. I gently moved the hair out of her face and watched her sleep for a little bit. There was only one other woman I ever stared at like that and she left when the life got too real. I never blamed her for leaving and never would. She was better off.
Harlee would be better off, too.
This shit with the O’Nuall family and Night Soul was going to get really messy. Hell, the O’Nuall had cut off the head to a Night Soul table member and sent it to us. A gift. A warning. A threat. Those Irish men didn’t give a damn when it came preserving their brand of justice and their idea of freedom. They were ruthless and they were old school. In some ways they were the outlaws that paved the way for the rest of us.
Now everyone was at war for power.
It wasn’t about guns. It wasn’t about money.
It was about power.
Maybe that was the same thing with Harlee.
Power.
That’s what I always had over women. Complete and total power. The muscles, the leather cut, the reputation of being a monster, and that was all before they saw me naked and felt what my hands, mouth, and cock could do.
It was different with Harlee.
Maybe I just felt bad for her because it seemed everything in her life was shit.
My hand started to reach down again for her. This time I wasn’t going for her hair. I was going for her shoulder. I was going to push her to her back and lift up her shirt. I wanted to see if she had put on panties or not. I wanted another taste of her honey. I wasn’t full yet. My mouth had yet to explore the rest of her.
Just as my fingertips brushed her shoulder, I heard a noise outside the bedroom.
I was unarmed and unprepared.
In other words - I was fucked.
**
My first thought was to keep Harlee safe.
I walked to the door and peeked out. Down the hallway, there was nothing.
I gritted my teeth and snuck back into the bedroom and grabbed my gun. I then jumped across the bedroom to the bathroom. If someone was going to come down the hallway to the bedroom I could then ambush them from behind.
I waited what felt like the entire goddamn night and nothing happened.
But I heard another noise in the apartment. I knew I wasn’t imaging the sound. Someone was in the apartment.
I gave it another few breaths and then stepped out into the hallway. I walked down the hallway slowly, gun up and ready to fire. I wasn’t going to stand for any bullshit. Whoever this was…
I grabbed a picture frame off the wall and that was going to be my diversion. When I got to the corner of the hall I tossed the picture forward toward the kitchen and then jumped out. The plan was to have the intruder looking at the flying picture frame so I could get a shot off at the son of a bitch.
In reality the picture frame hit the counter and shattered. I turned, gun ready to fire, and saw Cash sitting at the dining room table.
He had a beer in his hand and looked left to right a few times.
“Was that your plan?” he asked.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Does that work for you?”
“You know what we’re up against here?” I asked. “And you’re fucking around right now like this.”
“I’m not fucking around, brother. Jasper had been blowing up your cell for an hour with no response. I grabbed Kye and shot over here to check on your ass.”
My fucking cell was on silent and in my jeans on the floor in the bedroom. While Trev was calling me I had been face down in Harlee’s pussy and then jerking off on her fine ass.
“Goddammit,” I said and put my gun down. I grabbed a chair and pulled it out then crashed to it. “You fuck, Cash. Fuck.”
“Sorry, bro. Wasn’t sure what you were doing. Was hoping you’d hear me and finish up with your girl. I didn’t want to walk in.”
“Yeah, right,” I said.
“No, really. I have this problem… if I walked in and saw you two fucking, I’d either have to join in or jerk off. Right on the spot.”
“What did your parents feed you when you were a kid?” I asked.
“Mostly macaroni and cheese. Chicken nuggets. Found my old man’s porn stash when I was really young. Shit, I still can’t eat chicken nuggets without getting a raging stiffy.”
I shook my head. “Cash, I’m fine. Nobody’s been here. Harlee is in bed, sleeping. I’m going to the couch. End of discussion.”
“Whoa, whoa. You’re sleeping on the couch?”
“To keep her safe. If someone breaks in…”
“Where were you just now?”
“Taking a shit,” I growled.
“Bullshit,” Cash said. “I’ve smelled your shits. You weren’t taking a shit. You were in there with her. What is she… gagged and tied? Is she a freak? She’s got to be a freak, man. Running with a MC, even if it is a bunch of pussies in Night Soul. Oh, man, tell me something good about her.”
“I’m not talking about anything with you, Cash,” I said. “Enjoy your beer and go the hell back to the clubhouse and unload on someone.”
“There’s someone right here,” Cash said with an evil grin.
I jumped up and pointed at him. “Don’t fuck with me. Stay away from Harlee, man. She’s been through a lot of shit.”
Cash put his hands up. “Damn. I was just putting it out there before she splits. Heard Trev and Jasper talking about how to get rid of her.”
“She’s not…”
“Don’t worry. They’re not going to kill her. They’ve been arranging for a trip up north. Across the border.”
“Canada?”
“She’ll be fine up there, eh?” Cash asked and laughed.
The apartment door opened again and Kye came in with a gun. “I chec… oh, hey Trent. Everything good?”
“Great,” Cash said. “Trent has that chick tied up and gagged in the bedroom with some toys in her tight little ass.”
“What?” Kye yelled.
“Fuck off,” I said. “Both of you. Fuck off. Harlee is goddamn sleeping. We’ve got four prospects circling the apartment. Get out of here. I’ll be at the table tomorrow.”
“Good,” Cash said. He stood up and finished his beer. He pointed at me. “Prez wants to review everything. Haven’t heard from Night Soul yet. My guess is they’re out searching for their missing member.”
“We can give them the head,” Kye said with a grin.
“Speaking of head,” Cash said. “How’s the chick? Her mouth doesn’t look wide enough to take me, but you, Trent, you’re good, right? Little pencil…”
I reached back for my gun and pointed it at Cash. “I will do it.”
“I know,” Cash said. “Kye, give us a minute.”
“Take it easy, brother,” Kye said to m
e. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah.”
Kye left and Cash didn’t back down, even with a gun pointed at him.
“I’m fucking with you, brother. You bring some chick to the clubhouse and fight for her life. You and Duke haven’t settled up yet on what happened. You’re treating her like she’s your old lady when she’s not. I know the monster is inside you, Trent. I hope you’ve got things figured out because when Prez says it’s time… she’s gotta go.”
“You think I don’t fucking know that?” I asked.
“I’m not sure you do. Get it together. Don’t let a little good pussy take down the monster.”
Cash walked to the door, reached back without looking, and threw me the finger. He had a large ring on his finger of two women with their legs spread, almost touching, making a X.
Once I was finally alone, I grabbed my gun and went to the couch. The movie channel that Harlee had on was still on, playing another chick flick. I muted the TV but didn’t turn it off.
I let myself slip into deep thought.
Harlee would have to go. If the Prez wanted her ass gone, she was gone. Probably for the best because when the blood started to spill it was going to get bad. Really bad. Shit, times like that, just sitting there in need of a voice, it took me back to my childhood. Abandoned by my mother and my old man constantly scrambling to get off his crutches of booze, pills, powders, and cards. So many times guys would show up and beat him up for not paying. A couple times they came after me. That’s what pushed me in the outlaw life. The need for protection and family.
“Family,” I whispered.
That’s when it hit me. I looked toward the hall and started to nod.
There was one way to keep Harlee around.
Christ, I’d have to take it to the table and get everything in order, including her willingness. But it could work. It would work. Then she’d have full protection from me and the MC.
“Family,” I said again.
I rose up and thought about my top drawer. Tucked away, hidden behind an old pair of socks. A perfect little diamond ring that I never got to use.
