The Last Betrayal

by L. Grubb

  “I want you, Lauren. I want to be balls deep inside you. Would you like that, sweetheart?” He runs a finger down my cheek, rubbing along my bottom lip as he says this in a husky tone.

  I clamp my legs together to try and find a little bit of relief, but finding it’s making me even more hot and bothered.

  His mouth crashes to mine, one of his hands tangles in my hair, moving my head to the angle he deems suitable. He nibbles on my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I open and his tongue dives inside, our teeth clash and tongues collide.

  A small moan escapes my mouth into his and he breaks the kiss.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, that was hot!”

  He lifts me on the counter behind me, taking a stance between my parted legs. Hang on; wasn’t I wearing jeans this morning? Now I’m in shorts. I don’t give a fuck, I just need him, want him...I’m not beyond begging right now.

  As if hearing the thoughts from within my head, he drags my shorts and panties down my legs, throwing them over his shoulder. He looks between my legs, licking his lips before saying, “Motherfucking beautiful, baby.”

  His hand cups my mound in a possessive hold, making me moan at the sudden coldness of his hand that makes my heated pussy ache just that little bit more. His fingers stroke me softly, spreading my juices around before plunging two fingers inside me.

  Holy crap, that’s so good. I throw my head back as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, moaning shamelessly at his show of possession.

  His other hand palms my right breast, squeezing softly, emitting another moan from my mouth. “Take your top and bra off, sweetheart. I need to see those perky tits of yours.”

  I have them both off within seconds before placing my hands behind me leaning back slightly. He tugs at my nipple softly, toying with it before his mouth goes around it, sucking, licking and biting his way over my breast.

  A wave of pleasure rushes through my body, heating my insides. I’m so turned on it’s unreal. Only Champ has ever made me get this hot so quickly, and I fucking love it.

  All too soon, his hand disappears from me, and I hear his zipper in motion. I sit up to watch the show, nothing better than seeing each delectable part of Champ being revealed.

  He removes his pants and boxers, hand tugging up and down his cock. Jesus, that’s hot as hell! His shirt is next to be discarded and the ripple of his muscles sends another round of heat through my blood.

  “Ready for my dick, baby girl?” he asks, a smirk playing at his lips.

  “Do you really need to ask me that?” I raise a brow at him in question as he stalks back to where I’m perched, naked, on the kitchen counter, the coldness of it on my ass making me visibly shiver.

  He doesn’t reply, instead, he rips the foil in his hand and rolls the condom onto his impressive length.

  I suppress yet another moan, instead biting my lip as his hand hold my hips, pulling me forward and onto his awaiting manhood. I scream into the air, my arms wrapping around his neck.

  “Fuck. Baby, you’re so tight,” he says through gritted teeth.

  His thrusting is hard, tensing his abs and pectorals in the process. His face is in the crook of my neck, and I can hear his slight moans at each inner thrust he does. My hands wonder down his back, scratching through pleasurable delight, and he hisses in pleasure of his own.

  Feeling the familiar build up, starting with the tingling in my spine, and the curl of my toes, I grip him harder as my legs clamp tighter around his waist. I feel my walls quivering, ready to clamp down around his dick.

  “Come for me, sweetheart. Come around my cock,” he whispers seductively in my ear. Holy mother of all that his holy. I explode and scream his name, my walls clamping his dick in a vise like grip. Wave after wave consumes me as I feel him pulsing in me, thickening before losing his shit and releasing inside me. The pulsing of his penis sends another shock of pleasure through my body, and I shiver, moaning incoherent words into his hair.

  “Jesus, woman, I thought your pussy was going to cut my prized possession off,” he laughs.

  “That was rather spontaneous, don’t you think? Especially when we have to be somewhere, and now I need yet another shower.” I laugh along with him. This is what I love about us. We’re in the moment kind of people that can enjoy a good banter, a laugh. It warms my chest having him back in my life. How I survived without him for a good month I don’t know.

  I’m done with running; I’m not going anywhere. He better get used to it because this bitch is coming back to her old self, and I never thought I’d see the day where I’d be lifted from my fog of hatred at my scarred body, and from my inner turmoil and self-destructive path I was leading myself down. Champ brought me out of that funk, and I am forever indebted to him for it.

  I hop down, placing my feet on the cold flooring of the kitchen and strut myself through my apartment toward my bathroom. “You coming, Champ? Or you going to stand there and stare at my rear?”

  His head shoots up and a smile plays at the corners of his mouth. “I’m coming, sweetheart.”

  “Been there done that...” I laugh as I enter the bathroom. I turn the shower on full pelt, and stand there waiting for it to heat up.

  “You’re a funny fucker aren’t you, Lauren?” Champ says as he enters the room, landing a smack on my ass.

  “Ow! What was that for?” I ask him, faking a pained look on my face while rubbing my rear.

  “Just because I can and because I know you love it, baby.” He winks at me as he climbs in the shower and reaching out a hand to help me in.

  “No hanky panky, Champ. I have an outfit to pick out yet,” I tell him, rubbing shampoo into my hair before rinsing.

  He takes the initiative and starts washing my body with my liquid soap. I do the same to him hoping it’s quicker for me to do it then him. His dick is standing to attention and slapping against his belly. I snort, knowing he’s going to be suffering with a hard-on all day.

  “Something funny, sweetheart?” he asks, rinsing his body off with the shower spray.

  “Nope.” I hold in the chuckle as I step out of the shower, wrapping myself in my favorite pink, fluffy towel.

  I hand him a bright yellow one when he eventually emerges from the shower, and he wraps it around his waist, his erection tenting the front and the dam breaks, I laugh so hard I almost slip on the now wet floor.

  “Yeah, hilarious,” he says, shaking his head as he moves past me.

  I stand there to collect myself as tears of amusement streak down my face. Leaving the bathroom, I find him dressed and sitting on the bed looking at his phone. “What you doing?

  “Just had a text from Cobra to see if we were coming to the barbeque or not,” he replies, concentrating on texting back

  “You realize it doesn’t need that level of concentration to send a text, right?” I try and hold back my laugh, I really do, but I can’t help the snort and chuckle that escapes me.

  “You’re fucking full of jokes this morning aren’t you, sweetheart.” He shakes is head as he rams his phone in his pocket. “Get dressed, otherwise we’re going to be late.”

  He skulks out of the room, shaking his head at my laughing at his expense. I watch as his muscles in his back flex with each step he takes away from me. Biting my lip to stop from moaning in appreciation, I look away and count to ten. That man does funny things to my insides that no one has ever done before. My chest is warm, my tummy fluttering and my head swims with thoughts of a future with my Mr. Perfect.

  But with him being in an MC, life can be unexpected. One minute he could be with me, and the next, he could be taken, murdered. That thought sends a shiver down my body, and I wrap my towel around me more tightly. I swallow the bile rising in my throat and take a few steady breaths before leaving the room.

  The barbeque is in full swing and some of the brothers are already swaying on their feet, consumed by more alcohol then recommended. Lauren is dancing with Alexis and Kristine, glass of whatever the fuck she’s drinking in one
hand, the other waving about in the air. She’s well on her way to being drunk, and I can’t help but chuckle. I remember how funny she can be when drunk.

  I walk over to Cobra and Chip, sitting watching the bodies moving on the dance floor. Who needs a nightclub when we can throw one hell of a party here? Club whores are everywhere, sidling up to any brother that isn’t committed. And, because I haven’t put my mark on Lauren just yet, they think I’m still fair game. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve had to push them away, but they always crawl back. They’re pathetic.

  “Dude, these whores are pissing me off.” I grimace as I remember Titter trying to rub up on me.

  “If you put a cut on Lauren, you wouldn’t be hassled, you idiot.” Cobra laughs, shaking his head from side to side. “Seriously, why haven’t you yet?”

  “Because I’ve only just won her heart back. I don’t want to rush shit, man,” I reply, swigging back the remainder of my Corona.

  “You have the cut in your room, Champ, I saw it.” Cobra raises a questioning eyebrow at me.

  “I know. I know. I guess I’m waiting for the perfect time.” I scratch my head with unease. This is not a conversation I want to be having at a party, for fuck sake.

  “Now is the perfect time. You have to do it in front of the brothers anyway, they need to know she’s taken and off limits,” Chip says, not even looking at me as he speaks.

  “Okay. Fine,” I grumble, turning in the direction of the bedroom to receive the cut for Lauren.

  Nerves spike deep within me, and my hands start to shake slightly. Jesus, why am I nervous? I’m Champ. Fuck my life, this girl means the world to me, and if she decides to say no, then I’m fucked.

  I grab the cut from the bottom drawer of my dresser and quickly turn to exit the bedroom. Re-entering the main room, I head straight for our small stage where a microphone is placed just off to the side.

  Grabbing the mic, I head straight to center stage, taking a few calming breaths before speaking. “Lauren? Can you come up here a second?”

  Lauren stares at me, her cheeks glowing red with embarrassment at being called out in front of everyone. After a few silent moments, with people whispering around the room, she makes her way over and up the small wooden steps, coming to a halt next to me.

  “Lauren…” I clear my throat a little. “I love you, and I don’t give a shit about who knows it. So, I want you to be my Old Lady. I want you to ultimately be mine and for us to be off limits completely to anyone else. Will you do me the honor of wearing my cut?”

  She stares at me with a look of a deer caught in headlights. Her mouth opens and closes but no sound comes out. Just when I start to get a little impatient, she says, ‘Yes. I’ll be your Old Lady.”

  My smile grows wide, gleaming across my whole face. I swivel her around so her back is to me and hold the cut out behind her. Her arms go through the holes and she shrugs it on. Perfect fit, and fuck me, she looks breath-taking wearing something that makes her belong to me.

  A small smile lifts the corners of her mouth, her rosy cheeks darken as the catcalls and hollers come from around the room. I pull her flush against me, discreetly grinding my dick into her belly. Her breath falters as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her, taking my mouth like she depends on it. My arms circle her waist grabbing a handful of her delicious ass and squeeze gently.

  We pull away and stare into each other’s eyes, love shining in hers as her red, swollen lips curve into a beautiful smile.

  Fuck this. I move back and grab her hand, pulling her behind me. I literally drag her to our bedroom, pinning her against the door once it’s shut behind us.

  “You drive my dick insane, sweetheart,” I whisper against her mouth. “I need to be in your tight pussy, to have it clamped around me.”

  A breathy moan leaves her mouth, and her leg wraps around my waist. She grinds her mound against my erection, which is straining against the zipper of my pants. A low growl emanates at the back of my throat, causing a visible shiver to run down her body.

  Letting go of her wrists, my hands make their way down her arms, caressing the curve of her breasts, and languidly stroking down her sides, coming to rest on her hips.

  I lift her effortlessly, slamming her against my erection roughly and walking over to the bed. Letting her slide slowly down my body, standing her on solid ground, I back away slightly to look at her flushed face and bruised lips. Her breaths come out choppy, hair slightly askew and cheeks rosy with desire. Motherfucking delicious.

  “Strip for me, sweetheart,” I say to her in the husky voice that I know drives her insane.

  “Wh…what?” she asks, eyes wide. He’s never been so brash before, so dominating.

  “You heard me. Strip.” I cross my large arms over my chest, flexing my muscles in show of domination.

  She slowly lifts her shirt, revealing her flat tummy and belly button ring, higher and higher ‘til I see the edge of her red lace bra, making my dick that much harder; if that were possible.

  Pulling her shirt over her head, she throws it to the corner before running her hands slowly down her body.

  I swallow, eyes unblinking.

  She purposefully bites her bottom lip while the other side of her mouth lifts in a slight smirk. Quickly, and efficiently, unbuttoning her jeans, she closes her eyes, head tilted back showing me her delectable throat, the skin tightening as she swallows.

  Shimmying her pants down, she steps out of them, kicking them off to the side. “What now, Champ?”

  Now it’s my turn to swallow, fuck this girl is beautiful. “Underwear. Off.”

  A graceful smile appears on her face as she reaches round, arching her back, to unclasp the clips of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Fuck this.

  I pounce, my hand fisting in her hair as I pull her mouth to mine. “You’re fucking mine, Lauren, you hear? Mine.”

  Possessively grabbing her right hip, I spin her around, my hand pushing down on her back so she’s bent over. Tracing the length of her spine with my fingertips, I unbuckle my belt with my spare hand, popping the button and lowering the zipper, releasing the beast. I palm the base of my dick to relieve some of the pressure, but it’s no use. I need Lauren.

  My fingers reach her ass and I spank her hard, caressing the sting away with my palm. The moan she elicits is so fucking hot I could come right now. Pre-cum drips onto the floor, the head of cock leaking with excitement.

  I trail my fingers between the apex of her thighs, stroking her glistening slit before plunging two fingers inside her. The warmth envelops them, her juices running down my hand. Fuck, that’s hot.

  I thrust my digits into her slow, but hard, making her thrash around and push back against me.

  “You ready for me, sweetheart?” I say, tone low and husky.

  “Yes, Champ, yes!” She screams into the bed’s comforter.

  “Beg me.”

  Her walls clamp around my fingers tightly in arousal, making my damn erection harder than it’s ever fucking been.

  “Please, Champ. I want you to fuck me.”

  I’m balls-deep within her by the time she finishes her sentence. The warmth of her inner walls is fucking bliss, and I’m ready to come right fucking now. I stay still, collecting myself as not to explode like a teenage boy.

  Her ass wiggles into my groin and I spank her other ass cheek. “Don’t fucking move, Lauren.”

  I wrap her hair around my wrist and pull her head, tilting it up, and I start thrusting hard, deep and slow.

  Her moans get louder and louder, almost to screaming point. I know she likes it rough, and how rough she likes it. Damn, this girl was made for me. My hand, that’s not wrapped in her hair, goes around her throat, squeezing. Lauren loves breath play, and fuck me when I say she squirts like no other woman I know.

  My thrusts get quicker, harder and I squeeze her neck just a little more. “Come for me, baby!”

  Her walls immediately clamp around my dick, and I let go
of her throat, resting my hand back on her hip as my thrusts become frenzied before I still, deep inside her throbbing pussy as it milks me dry, I scream her name as my come spills inside her, my body tense and the pleasure takes over.

  I slowly pull her to standing, and she sways slightly on her feet. I spin her to face me and see a pleasure induced smile plastered on her face, her cheeks glowing and her hair sporting the just fucked looked.

  “So beautiful,” I murmur, kissing her lightly on the lips. “Shower time. Our combined releases are pouring down your legs.”

  She looks down and her face scrunches up in a grimace. “Um, Champ? You didn’t use a condom…”

  “I’m clean, sweetheart. I trust that you are too. I didn’t want barriers between me and my woman,” I reply, giving her a cheeky grin.

  “I’m clean. I’m also on the pill.” A small smile lights up her face before she saunters off to the bathroom, and I follow suit.

  We re-join the party, no one seeming to miss us or if they did they haven’t said shit. Lauren walks off with a spring in her step, heading straight for Kristine and Alexis who are still shaking it on the dance floor.

  Heading outside for a breather, I hear two of the prospects talking about Luke, wondering aloud where he’s disappeared to.

  I round the corner and stare at them, shaking my head in disapproval. “I don’t think it’s any of your business where Luke has gone, do you? If you were to know, you would’ve been told.”

  “Uh, yeah. Sorry,” one of them stutters, rushing passed me hurriedly.

  The other just stares at me. Ah, another new guy. “You’re still standing here, why?”

  He mutters some shit under his breath before walking passed me, head down.

  Shaking my head to myself, I turn in the direction to the pond when I hear Cobra calling to me.

  “VP, I’m here.” I come back around the corner to find a rather annoyed looking Cobra.

  “What were you doing around there?” he asks with questioning eyes.

  “Those two idiots were talking about Luke and shit, so I went and set them straight. What’s got your panties in a twist?” I say defensively, folding my arms across my chest.