SHOOTER: RED SIN MC

by Alexa Rynn

  And I couldn’t control my body; I couldn’t control the need to have him.

  “Yes,” I admitted finally.

  I could feel the smirk playing on his lips as he pulled back from my hair a half of an inch. “Yes what, Bella?” His hand slipped lower down my back and started rubbing back and forth over my skin.

  “I’ve been thinking about how bad I want you,” I yelped. My legs felt like they were going to buckle underneath me with pleasure, they wanted him; they wanted him bad. Every part of me did. And it wasn’t in just a selfish in the moment kind of way; it was in a way that made my soul long with every part of my being.

  He let out a deep breath and brushed his lips against my neck. “Louder.”

  My legs trembled harder and he used his other hand to steady me by slipping his fingers between my legs and moving up my thigh until he was within inches of my flower head. The liquid felt like it was going to drip down my leg at any moment if he didn’t get his hands inside of there and handle the dirty and nasty job of taking care of me.

  “Louder, Bella,” Shooter demanded. “I can’t hear you.”

  “I’ve been thinking about how bad I want you all day!” I said loudly.

  His hand traveled even further up my legs, rubbing back and forth over my thin slit through the fabric of my jean shorts. “Now…” His fingers traced circles over and over my center, soft at first and then harder. “Say please, Bella.”

  “Please,” I gasped.

  Shooter finally put me out of my misery, thrusting my head into his with one swift motion and crushing his lips on top of mine roughly. He pried my mouth open easily, sticking his hot tongue all over the inside of the walls of my mouth and shoving it deep in my throat. He wanted to taste every inch of me and I wasn’t complaining. I could smell mint and tobacco on his breath but it wasn’t in a gross way, it was in a sexy way. Everything about Shooter was sexy, every damn inch of him.

  I flung my arms around his neck and a second later he had moved his hands out from between my legs and reached around my body to cup my ass really hard before slipping his fingers under my cheeks and lifting my legs up off the ground to wrap around his waist.

  His fingers were everywhere, exploring every inch of my body while he grew more and more frustrated with the amount of clothes between us. And he wasn’t the only one, I ran my fingers up and down the front of his t-shirt, desperate to feel those abs I had witnessed in all their shirtless glory last night.

  I boldly slipped my fingers up the hem of his shirt and ran my fingers back and forth over his stomach muscles. Rock hard abs crunched against my touch and I moaned into the contact he still had with my mouth.

  Shooter lunged forward and slammed my back against the wall, pressing my body closer to his. A few seconds later, he finally came up for air, leaning his head against mine and trying to regulate his body. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been thinking about this?” He glanced up into my eyes. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to have your legs wrapped around me while I heard the rapid beating of your heart against me?” He brushed his lips against mine roughly. “Since the first time I saw you staring at me across the bar last night.” He placed his hand over my chest and leaned in even closer. “And I did this, I made you this turned on, didn’t I, Bella?”

  I bit down on my lip and officially pushed every sense of caution out of my mind and nodded slowly. “Yes.” My lips parted, they already felt swollen from his kisses, but I still wanted more. I felt like I would always want more.

  He growled loudly and banged me against the wall again, sucking on my neck as he somehow managed to rip my shirt off of my body. He glanced down at my white cotton bra and I could feel a blush starting to overcome my body, it wasn’t exactly sexy.

  “You have no idea how sexy you are,” he breathed as if he could read my mind. He shoved his face into my chest and started licking and sucking my boobs and nipples through the fabric of my bra.

  I gasped loudly, taken aback. No man had ever attacked my breasts this way, no man had ever nibbled and sucked on them while he looked up at me and studied the reactions coming over my face with his every touch. He must have liked what he saw because soon he was reaching around and unlatching my bra quickly; clearly, he had way more experience than me.

  Once my bra was on the ground I tugged at the front of his shirt and he tugged it off his head and tossed it onto the ground with our growing number of discarded clothing. I could feel my eyes growing wider and wider as I took in his washboard abs, I swear they were even better than I remembered.

  I started rubbing all over him, wanting to feel every inch of them but it didn’t last long because soon enough Shooter had his head inside of my chest again, this time sucking and licking on the bare skin that was in front of him. His tongue flickered over my nipples over and over again while he sucked on them like they had some sweet nectar he had been missing and craving for so long that just a taste of it wasn’t enough.

  The spot between my legs was so wet that I felt like I was dripping through my shorts and I probably was. I inched my spot closer into his crotch, begging for him to give me some relief. I didn’t know how much more I could take of this, just doing this with him made me want to cum all over the inside of my shorts. No man had ever had this kind of effect on me; no man had ever made my body or mind feel this way.

  It was terrifying and exciting at the same time.

  Shooter carried my body over to one of the beds and flopped me down roughly on top of the covers, causing my boobs to go bouncing all over the place. A move he seemed to be enjoying judging by the slow smirk playing across his lips. He climbed onto the bed and placed both of his knees on the sides of my body. Now that we were on the bed, I got the chance to touch his perfect stomach in all the places I had been wanting to get a piece of.

  Every inch of him was hard and toned; I couldn’t believe I was even touching something so beautiful. He reached down and pinched one of my nipples between his fingers, turning it back and forth, over and over again as he looked down at me. It stung and I let out a small sound of shock.

  “You like when I play with your nipples, Bella?” he asked, pinching it harder.

  “Uh-huh,” I nodded.

  “Yeah?” He released my nipple and started rubbing his hand up and down my entire boob, making sure to give every inch of it the attention it needed. “You like when I touch your boobs, Bella?”

  I did, I liked it more than I had liked anything else in a long time. He felt like he was the only person who was supposed to touch me for the rest of my life. “Yes,” I admitted. “I like it, I like it a lot.”

  “Yeah?” A sly look crept into his eyes. “Where else do you want me to touch you, Bella?” He slid his finger off my breast and down my stomach, slowing going back and forth in a straight line over the top of my jean shorts. “Where else do you want me to make you feel good?” He popped open the button on my jean shorts and inched the zipper down lower and lower.

  I gasped at the wetness dripping all over my panties and let my eyes wander to his crotch, where his growing bulge was more evident than ever, sticking straight up in his pants. This was really happening, I was about to go to places with Shooter that I had never been. I was about to give myself to him in the purest and most vulnerable way a person could.

  And if I didn’t stop now I knew I wasn’t going to.

  It was now or never, there was no turning back.

  “Where else do you want me to touch you, Bella?” Shooter asked, sliding my shorts down the front of my body until he could fully see my white underwear. He played with the top of the fabric and raised his eyebrows. “Where else, Bella?” His tone held warning, warning that he had the control here and if I didn’t play by his rules there would be consequences I wouldn’t like very much.

  “I… I want you to touch my pussy,” I said, feeling dirty.

  Shooter howled loudly and lunged on top of my mouth, deepening our kiss a
gain. A second later he pulled off me and placed kisses all the way down my stomach until he reached my underwear, he started kissing me through the fabric and running his long tongue back and forth over my slit.

  My legs buckled and I tilted up toward his mouth, wanting him to get every part of me. I needed him to kiss me without my underwear; I needed him to taste every single juice that was flowing so freely for him right now.

  I moaned loudly as he sculptured away under me and he grinned in-between my legs. “How does that feel, baby?” He paused to ask me before going back to his mission of eating me out.

  “Good, so good,” I gasped.

  Shooter reached up and yanked my panties down hard, finally putting me out of my misery as he opened his mouth wide and started to slurp out every ounce of liquid I had inside of me. I opened my mouth, shocked by the feelings that were coming over my body; I had never felt this way in my entire life. My entire body was rocking back and forth with pleasure.

  Shooter flicked his tongue over and over my center, stopping every once and a while to kiss me in that sweet spot that he seemed to find no problem. After a half a second more of this I couldn’t contain myself anymore and I let out a high-pitched scream of pleasure.

  Shooter slurped more aggressively, please with the control he had over my mind and body. I could feel my body starting to slip into another world, my eyes were rolling back in my head, I was about to cum, I knew it. And Shooter must have known it, too, because much too soon he was pulling his head out from between my legs and looking down at me.

  “Why did you stop?” I gasped, frustrated.

  He unbuckled his belt and tossed it across the bed, yanking his jeans and boxers down fast and letting his hard cock spring up and point straight at me. The sight snapped me out of my haze and I jolted forward in the bed. My lord, it was huge. I didn’t even know cocks could be that big! But Shooter’s was. My, how it was. It wasn’t just long either; it was thick and firm in all the right places. Not that I was an expert but it was the nicest dick I had ever seen up close.

  Shooter took in my wide eyes and laughed. “You think you can handle this?”

  “I don’t know,” I answered honestly, unable to take my eyes off it.

  “Mm,” he said as he leaned down closer to me. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you,” he paused, flashing me a devilish smile, “at first.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. “I want you to get it nice and wet before I stick it inside of your tight little pussy, Bella.”

  I swallowed. “You… you do?”

  He nodded and moved even closer to me, placing his hand behind my head and bringing it toward his hard dick. “Lick it, Bella, lick my cock up and down nice and slow. I want you to make sure that you get every inch nice and wet so I can slide it into you nice and slow before I fuck the shit out of you,” he growled.

  No man had ever talked this way to me before; no man had ever been so demanding and aggressive with me. Shooter was in charge, he knew it and I knew it. And I was going to do whatever it took to keep him happy.

  I looked up at him and opened my mouth nice and wide.

  Chapter Six

  SHOOTER

  Bella looked sexy as fuck looking up at me with her wide brown eyes as she stuck her tongue out and licked up and down my huge cock. I inhaled and enjoyed the view. God, she was so fucking sexy. It took every ounce of control to not bust all over her beautiful fucking face.

  But I had to control myself. I wanted to feel that pussy around me.

  I wanted to feel it bad.

  Once she had gotten my dick completely covered in her spit the way I wanted I pulled away from her and grabbed her by the ankles, yanking her body toward me. She squealed loudly and I grinned, running the tip of my cock back and forth over her sweet slit.

  God, the fucking juices were racing out of her, dripping all over the place. I could still feel how good she had tasted from when I’d gone to town on her seconds before. I licked my lips, desperate to get every drop of her left into my mouth so the sourness could take over my taste buds all over again.

  “Shooter,” she whispered, looking down at my bulging cock.

  She was nervous about how big it was; I knew she was, which only turned me on even more. I wanted to be the biggest cock Bella ever had inside of her, I wanted to be the only cock Bella ever had inside of her again. I didn’t know what it was about her, most of the time I could care less about the bitches I gave it to, but the thought of another guy having Bella’s cunt pissed me off.

  It was my cunt now. I owned it.

  And if anyone tried to take it from me I would fucking kill them.

  “It’s okay,” I assured her, rubbing my cock harder against her. “I’ll take good care of you, baby, trust me. Okay?” I waited until she nodded and then I pulled back a little bit and slowly started to slide my tip inside her folds.

  Bella gasped but I didn’t stop, wanting to get as much in as possible. With every inch, I spread her folds more and more around me, and she was so tight. My God, was she fucking tight. The tightest little cunt I’d ever fucked in my life.

  “Fuck, Bella!” I told her. “You are so fucking tight!”

  “Be gentle,” she whispered between moans.

  But I could barely hear her, all I could think about was how good it felt to be inside of her. All I could see was red, red flames of pleasure in my vision. I pushed inside of her further and grabbed a hold of her legs, spreading them wide on the bed so I could get deeper and deeper inside of her.

  Bella gasped but let me do what I wanted, she let me go so fucking deep that I couldn’t see even an inch of my cock and only then did I start to really bang her, only then did I really start to rock roughly back and forth inside of her.

  She screamed loudly with every single one of my thrusts, her whole body shaking underneath me as I got off harder and harder inside of her. The headboard of the bed in the hotel was loud as fuck, rocking loudly back and forth underneath us but I didn’t give a fuck. I hoped everyone heard us, I hoped everyone knew how fucking good it felt to take her pussy anywhere I wanted.

  “You like that, Bella?” I slammed into her harder. “You like when I fuck that pussy, baby?” I took her legs and spread them even further apart, asserting more control over her body. “Yeah? You like when I fuck that pussy, huh?”

  “Yes!” Bella screamed. “Oh, God, yes!”

  I fucked her even more roughly and grabbed her by the back of the head, lacing my fingers through her hair and forcing her to look me in the eye while I took my cunt to the edge of pleasure and back. “Cum!” I demanded. “Cum all over my fucking cock, Bella.”

  Bella gasped and I felt her start to vibrate around me.

  “Yeah, that’s right. Good girl, cum for me! Now!” I felt her body jerk one final time and then her hot liquid released all over my hard dick. I looked down and grinned at the sight.

  Hell fucking yes!

  “Good girl!” I told her. “Good fucking girl! Yes!”

  “Oh my God!” Bella screamed.

  I could barely contain myself anymore. I was going to cum and I was going to cum soon. “You want my cum, Bella?” I questioned her as I rocked back and forth. “You want me to cum all over, don’t you?”

  “Yes!” she gasped.

  “Say it,” I ordered. “Say you want me to cum inside of you like a good girl!”

  “I want you to cum inside of me!”

  The words were that final push and I released all over the inside of her tightness. I gave a final few jerks and then pulled out of her and collapsed down next to her on the bed. My heart was racing, going so fast that I felt like I might be having a heart attack.

  I had never felt so satisfied in my entire life.

  Neither of us spoke for a minute, catching our breath.

  “You’re right,” Bella finally said.

  “I know.” I turned over on my arm to look at her.

  She rolled her eyes and I laughed.

  “About w
hat again?”

  She sighed. “About Amber, about the way she treats me… about the way I let her treat me. I don’t know why it’s like that, it just is, it always has been.” Her eyes were wide and vulnerable.

  I studied her closely and leaned in, locking eyes with her. God, she was so beautiful. “Well,” I said slowly, lacing my fingers through hers. “We will just have to change it.”

  “We will?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I told her sternly.

  She paused, thinking, and then nodded. “Yeah, we will.”

  I smirked and then leaned in, clasping my lips on top of hers.

  The feeling would never get old.

  Chapter Seven

  BELLA

  I glanced over at Shooter as we pulled up the long stone driveway toward a large house at the end of the walk. If I wasn’t so freaked out about what was waiting for me behind that door I might be obsessing over what Shooter and I had done hours earlier in that hotel room.

  I’d never felt anything like that in my life before. I’d never even known those types of emotions and feelings existed. The butterflies that were swimming around in my stomach hadn’t stopped since we left earlier this morning. Even when we had stopped at Shooter’s mother’s grave and then doubled back around to my mother’s house I couldn’t shake the feeling that Shooter and I were somehow connected now. For good.

  It was crazy but I didn’t care.

  Shooter hit the breaks and shifted the car into park, reaching out to take my hand in his. “You sure you don’t want me to come up with you?” He ran his thumb back and forth over my thumb, sending shivers up and down my entire body. “I really don’t mind.”

  I glanced down, taking in his hand. This was all so new to me… so weird. A month ago if someone had told me that I would be holding hands with a Red Sin member I would have laughed in their face. The club stood for everything that I hated. It stood for everything I had wanted to get away from for as long as I could remember. But still…. Something about Shooter made it feel different. He made it feel okay and I was shocked at myself for even allowing myself to let my guard down enough to go there mentally with him.