Mayhem (Bleeding Mayhem MC #2)

by Jenika Snow

  Really? He was going to go there?

  But the thought of him licking anything from her body had her pussy clenching almost painfully.

  She made it into the room, quickly stripped as anticipation and nervousness slammed into her, and went into the position he’d ordered.

  She was sweating, so aroused at this point she was nearly shaking just lying here. He walked in, but leaned against the doorframe, one hand holding the bourbon, the other holding the chocolate syrup. She’d never had a guy lick anything from her, because frankly it had always seemed kind of silly. But the very thought of Mayhem pouring that on her flesh and licking it off, had every erogenous zone on alert.

  “You know what I plan to do with these?” he asked and lifted both bottles. Butters licked her suddenly dry lips and nodded. She assumed, but with Mayhem she supposed anything was possible. He pushed off the doorframe and stepped into the room, kicking the door shut with his foot.

  He was still fully dressed, his dark boots the epitome of “shit-kickers”. His jeans were a little loose, but they fit him to perfection, showing off the powerful size of him, the strength in his muscles. He was just so big, at least a foot taller than her own five-foot-four frame. With his thighs looking like tree trunks, and the impressive, but a little frighteningly sized bulge pressing against the material, Mayhem had everything in her awakening.

  Butters started to pant the longer she stared at him. He met her gaze with a dark, penetrating one. The lights were off in the room, but she could see him well, could see every part of him. He walked over to the dresser and set the chocolate and bourbon down, and then proceeded to remove his cut. The t-shirt he wore looked well worn, molding to his muscles. His biceps were huge, pronounced, and she couldn’t help but think about all of the power holding her down. His whole body would be flexing, tensing as he took what he wanted from her.

  The sweat coating her body had the sheets sticking to her skin, but she loved the sensation, loved the way she felt.

  “I wanted to wait, to hold off for a little bit before I finally fucked you,” he said in his deep, purely male voice. “Because I’m a masochist in that way, because I knew it would be so fucking good. I don’t want it to end, baby.”

  He started taking off his belt, all the while never taking his focus off of her. He set the belt on the dresser beside the bourbon, and went for his jeans next. Mayhem unbuttoned them, pushed the zipper down, but he didn’t take them off right away. She was transfixed at watching him undress, getting more turned on by the second.

  “But I can’t wait. I want that sweet ass and pussy of yours, Butters,” he almost growled out the words. Shivers wracked her body at the sound.

  He reached behind him, over his head, and took his shirt off that way. It was so damn sexy the way he removed the material and tossed it aside. And then the chest that was revealed rivaled any other chest she’d seen before. Arms that were huge, rippling with muscles, an upper chest that had defined pecs, an abdomen that didn’t have just a six-pack, but a full on eight-pack, and narrow hips that pointed right down to the monster between his legs. All of that was wrapped up in hard, golden skin covered in tattoos.

  From his wrists to his shoulders he had ink, and even on his upper chest and parts of his abdomen he had tattoos that were both colorful and dark. Skulls, guns, knives and an array of other designs graced his male physique.

  “You like looking at me?”

  She nodded, not even about to deny it.

  He then went to work on getting his boots and jeans off, and when he stood in front of her totally nude, all she could focus on was his big cock jutting out at her. His piercings caught the light, and the silver metal glinted momentarily. He turned, his back to her now, and she saw he had many tattoos covering the wide expanse of that part of his body, too. It wasn’t until Mayhem turned around that she saw he held the belt and bottle of whiskey in each of his hands. He moved closer to her, and she felt her heart start to pound faster, felt the perspiration on her body become more pronounced as the anticipation filled her.

  “Turn around and let me see that ass,” he ordered.

  She did as he said, and when she was on her belly, looking over her shoulder, she watched as he took a swig of the bourbon. “Bow your back.”

  She did as he said, and a soft sound left her when she felt the cool liquid gather in the line of her spine. Mayhem was on her in the next second, licking and sucking off the alcohol, running his tongue up and down the length of her back, and having her so on edge she probably could have come from this act alone. But he was off of her before things got too intense, and a sigh of disappointment left her. God, she felt so drunk right now, but it wasn’t just from the whiskey she’d had at the club, but because he was bringing out all of these sensations in her.

  The sound of him setting the bottle down on the ground seemed excessively loud, but then again everything was heightened for her: sight, smell, hearing, and even touch. The sheets beneath her felt rough against her overly sensitive flesh.

  “Look at this ass,” he said, but it was uttered low, so softly that it was as if he spoke to himself. And before she could even inhale the whipping sting of his belt hitting her ass had a cry leaving her, and her back arching even more. Tears filled her eyes, but as that pain started to fade and warmth took its place, she felt a tingling pleasure fill her. He brought the belt down on her ass again, not as hard as the first time, but still with enough force it had a sound leaving her. Mayhem was meticulous as he spanked her, catching her ass cheeks and upper thighs, making her flesh feel scorching hot, raised even. But as the sting left that ecstasy took its place, having her want more, needing more.

  He didn’t speak as he stood behind her, spanking her until she was biting her bottom lip hard enough she felt the skin open and tasted blood. He was panting, made small grunting noises as if he were having a hard time controlling himself, and continued to torment her in the best of ways.

  The sound of leather and metal hitting the floor told her he’d dropped the belt, and then she felt his hands running over her ass, teasing her erotically abused flesh, smoothing the sting away and heightening the pleasure even more.

  “I fucking love how red your ass is, Butters.” He ran his tongue over her left cheek, and then did the same over her right. “I bet this big ass is nice and tender, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she breathed out that lone word.

  “Mmmm,” he hummed against her flesh and continued to lick at her skin, ran his teeth over the curved flesh, and then spread the cheeks. Cool air wafted along the crease of her ass and her pussy. “I can see a little pain makes your cunt nice and juicy, all primed for my big fucking cock.”

  She bit her lip even harder, the pain a little reprieve from the intense pleasure moving through her.

  “Tell me how much you like my belt on your ass,” Mayhem all but demanded. Butters realized he was the type of man, the type of sexual partner that wanted things done a certain way … his way.

  “You can see I liked it.” It was hard to get those words out, and her stubbornness was rising up more now. She wished he’d just fuck her already.

  “Tell me,” he ordered and spanked her ass with his open palm.

  She gasped for air, closed her eyes, and felt like a slut for how much she wanted his dick in her. “I fucking like your belt on my ass,” Butters said with just as much determination as he spoke.

  He chuckled behind her, but it wasn’t humorous in the slightest. With one final sack to her bottom, he flipped her onto her back, her breasts shaking from the force.

  He started running his hand over her breasts, pulling at her nipple and having the need crest inside of her. She opened her eyes, not realizing she’d closed them in the first place. He had his mouth on her nipple and ran his tongue around her areola, tracing her flesh until it puckered.

  “You’re going to do whatever I want, aren’t you, Butters.” He didn’t state it like a question.

  He had to be a sadist for
as much erotic torture he was giving her.

  “Yes,” she said partly because she knew that’s what he wanted her to say, but also because she was so needy to be fucked she would have said anything.

  “Yeah you fucking will,” he said to himself. He slid his hand down her belly and between her thighs, cupping her pussy with so much pressure she gripped the sheets beneath her. She was so sensitive down there, so wet and swollen. “So damn juicy.” He slipped his fingers through her folds, rubbing her up and down. She was ready for him, and didn’t bother trying to pretend otherwise.

  “Open those big juicy thighs for me.”

  She spread her legs as wide as they would go, so much her muscles protested slightly. He started stroking her harder, with more passion. One of his fingers found its way into her pussy, the long, thick digit working her from the inside out. He pulled the digit out and slowly slipped it between the cheeks of her bottom, rubbing the wetness all over her asshole.

  With his mouth still suckling at her breast he said, “I want you here, Butters, and I’ll have you.”

  Her breathing increased as he slipped the slick finger into her ass. A few pumps into her body was apparently all he could handle because a second later he pulled it out and urged her onto her belly once more. But he was off the bed once her ass was presented, and she looked over her shoulder to see him grab the chocolate sauce. He was back on her seconds later, spreading her ass cheeks with one hand and pouring the chocolate syrup down the crease of her bottom. The slightly chilled liquid was thick as it made its way down her ass and covered her pussy.

  “Fuck yeah,” he groaned, dropped the chocolate bottle to the ground, and held onto her ass cheeks. He then licked at the chocolate sauce, sucked it from her pussy, sucking it all clean, and moving up to her ass. She was panting by the time he was finished.

  “Beg me for my cock, because I’m a fucking fiend when it comes to hearing your pleas.” His mouth was on her back, his tongue sliding down the length of her spine. She felt his lips at the top of her ass again, his nails digging into the cheeks of her bottom. He squeezed the flesh like he couldn’t get enough.

  “Give me your cock.”

  He made a strangled noise against her back, and the heat of his body left her and she heard a drawer open and close. His chest pressed against her back a second later, and he pushed the hair off her neck, kissing the skin that was exposed. His hand squeezed one cheek of her ass, and then he pushed away from her. A second later he was spreading her ass to reveal her anus. He smoothed something cool and slick over the puckered hole with his finger, and she bit her lip as flames of pleasure shot through her.

  “God, baby.” He slipped his finger inside of her and groaned. “You have no idea how hot it is seeing you spread like this, taking my finger like you were made for me.” She made a muffled noise and buried her face in the sheets as he pushed the lube in and out of her hole. He removed the digit and replaced it with the thick crown of his erection. “Your cunt is tempting me, but I want to take your ass this first time, want to spread you, stretch you, until all you feel is me. Give me your hands.”

  She complied right away, and he gripped her wrists with one of his hands at the small of her back, the pain there as he added pressure, as if he were afraid she’d try to move away. He held her immobile as he placed the tip of his dick at her asshole, and then started to push in. He did this several times, shallowly thrusting into her, getting her ass ready for his big cock.

  A low moan left her, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn’t an ass virgin, but she’d never had a man that was as thick and big as Mayhem.

  “Bear down for me. Open up that hole.” He started to slide into her body. There was resistance as he pushed through the tight ring of muscle, and then he was fully in her, his balls pressed right to her slicked pussy. He didn’t wait to give her time to adjust to his massive size. He just started plowing in and out of her, easy at first, but still fucking her like she was made for him. “Christ.”

  Turning her head to the side she sucked in a lungful of air. The way he was moving in and out of her was driving her mad. It wasn’t painful, but the discomfort was there because of his size.

  “Fuck me.” Butters didn’t care if he was the one in charge, because right now he was driving her mad.

  “You don’t make the demands,” he said and smacked her ass hard.

  She cried out, and he did it again. He started fucking her then, hard, fast, making her take all of his dick until she felt her eyes roll back and her orgasm crash through her.

  “Yes.” He had her wrists at the small of her back again, restraining her as he ass fucked her. He was crazed in his movements, pounding into her body like he owned it, but she supposed he did in every sense of the word. The way his balls slapped against her cunt, rubbing her clit, was driving her insane, and making her climax peak.

  She tightened her ass around his pounding dick, and although she’d seen him don a condom quickly before he lubed her up, a part of her wanted his spunk filling her.

  “I’m coming,” she screamed out as the pleasure almost too much. She lifted her ass, trying to make him go deeper although she knew it was impossible.

  He let go of her wrists and snaked his hand up her back to grab a chunk of her hair. Mayhem pulled her head back until her neck was exposed. She turned her head so she could see him as he came … as she got off. His gaze was heavy lidded as he watched his cock disappear into her ass. Sweat glistened on his body, and she wanted to lick it all off, wanted it covering her. As if he sensed her stare he lifted his gaze to hers and started really pounding into her, his mouth open as he grunted out every time he was balls deep in her. It was like her orgasm was never-ending.

  Her ass tightened around his cock on its own this time, and he growled before thrusting several more times into her and then stilling. His roar of completion sounded like a feral animal. He tightened his hand in her hair so hard tears pricked her eyes.

  “Motherfucker.” That word spilled from his mouth in a rush as he came in her ass. He braced herself on his hands on either side of her head and stood stayed there, buried in her, breathing hard. They stayed in that position until she felt like she couldn’t get any air into her lungs and might pass out. Mayhem finally rolled off of her, and she collapsed on the bed face first.

  For several long moments nothing was said. The only sound was their erratic breathing. She turned just her head to face him, saw his eyes closed and one arm slung over his forehead. He was still breathing hard, his muscles contracting and rippling from the force. His cock, now semi-erect, lay on his thigh, glossy from the lube and covered in latex.

  “I’d fuck you again, but my cock is depleted.” The corner of his mouth kicked up, and she couldn’t help but snort.

  “I couldn’t go round two anyway. I can’t even move right now.”

  He looked over at her and cracked an eye open. “Well, baby, you better get some sleep because the next week is going to have you bowlegged and sore.” He gave her a full force grin then, and she swore her heart skipped a beat at those words and that smile. Why was this man getting under her skin so much?

  Chapter Eleven

  “What’s the word?” Fury asked, sitting at the head of the meeting table, his face a mask of indifference.

  Mayhem was tense all over, just getting off the phone with one of the guys in the Cardona gang. Mayhem would have preferred to do this business and meet up with Sal or even Marco, since they were the leaders, but as long as shit got taken care of it didn’t matter.

  Everyone was gathered around the table, the Patches all watching Mayhem intently.

  “I’m meeting up with them at Monstello’s.”

  “Kind of stereotypical to be meeting at that Italian coffee shop, isn’t it?” Dealer asked in all seriousness.

  “Listen, they tell me where to go, and I listen because I want this shit done.”

  “I still don’t understand why in the fuck you’re doing this for some unknown bitch
,” Shorty asked, his focus on Mayhem as he inhaled from his joint. “I mean, who the fuck cares if her brother got into shit with some punk-ass gang?”

  Mayhem had told Fury about what was going down for obvious reasons, and had no intentions of telling the club. It would have had the Patches wanting in on it when they didn’t need to be put in the middle of shit that didn’t concern them. He didn’t want them in with the Cardonas when it was Mayhem’s decision to do this.

  “Why I’m doing this isn’t anyone’s fucking problem but my own, and that’s why I didn’t want any of you knowing.” He looked at Fury, not meaning to snap at the other Patches, but he was on edge lately, even after finally fucking Butters. He might not have sampled that sweet pussy of hers, but he’d had her in some way, and even that hadn’t eased this tension in him. Maybe once the drop off was done he’d feel better about it all? “But the prez thought it best that everyone was up to speed with it, just in case there is blowback, which I don’t want with the club.”

  “You’re seriously doing this alone?” Dirty asked.

  “No need for everyone to be there when it’s just a drop off.”

  “That’s fucking insane, and dumb as hell,” Dirty replied and leaned back in the chair. “You know things can change like that.” Dirty snapped his fingers.

  “Well, might be, but it’s my dumb ass move to make.”

  Dirty didn’t move, but did keep staring at Mayhem. “She your old lady or something?”

  “Mayhem clenched his hands on his thighs and glared at Dirty. “No.”

  “Then why risk so much?” Shorty asked.

  Hell, Mayhem didn’t even know. He’d thought, at first, it had been because he’d been so hard up for her, but then after a while something changed. He wasn’t in love with her, didn’t want an old lady—at least he didn’t think he ever would—but he certainly didn’t think of her as just a piece of ass. But thinking of anyone else having Butters annoyed him, had this heat moving through him that wasn’t on a good level. He knew getting involved with this, with her, wasn’t the smartest move, but Mayhem had never been one to think rationally when he wanted something as badly as he wanted Butters.