Revved Up Soul: A MC Romance

by Lorde, Liz K.

  She stopped and craned her head to look behind her person when she heard the sound of the front door being jangled.

  Luke, she thought, and the shadows all fled. A moment later she was at the front door opening it for her lover before he could even open it himself. Joy licked at her sides and a smile walked along the lines of her face, but it quickly turned to concern when she saw the bandage on Luke’s face – specks of dark red were dotted on the man, as if he had been thrown through glass. “Babyyy,” she put a hand to her chest, pressing between her ample bust.

  The roughed up man was wickedly handsome, a perfect amount of stubble framing his face – and of course the thing she loved most about him, his dark brown and blue eyes. He pushed past Kayla and closed the door, raking a hand through his black hair, which was done into a small ponytail. “I’m okay,” he replied.

  He’s such a terrible liar; I hope he makes me fuck the truth out of him. Kayla coiled her arms around the man’s waist, “Tell me what happened babe,” she reached a hand down to his crotch and felt for his cock, relishing the idea of riding it. Her eyes fell down to his hip, noting the partially exposed Glock.

  Luke shrugged Kayla off of his person and spun on his heel to face her, walking backwards slowly, “I’m not in the mood,” another lie, “and its club business so just get me a Coors and let’s call it a night.” He never did take that chain off of his neck. It served as a grim reminder.

  Sharp as a knife, a smirk appeared on Kayla’s face. “Tell me or I’ll start stocking the fridge with Busch,” she threatened.

  Luke turned around from Kayla and moved towards the bathroom, she followed him. “Please,” he laughed, “we both know who does the shopping around here.”

  Shrugging, Kayla followed him inside of the very spacious and inviting bathroom. “I’ll tell Hannah to do it,” she offered. Luke had a point of course, neither of them shopped for the household – it was a pretty big rarity. Everything was kept up to a standard by their young white maid Hannah Filmore – Kayla liked her, there was just something about her. She had to quietly admit, to some degree of jealousy, of the beautiful ivory that was the girl’s skin.

  “Whatever,” Luke said, putting his hands on the faucet handles and evenly applying pressure to both of them. He splashed some water on his face and wiped his wet hands off against his head of hair, giving it a little shine.

  Kayla pressed up against her man, coiling her arms around him a second time and whispered in his ear sweet as sin, “Don’t close me out babe, I want to know who hurt you – I’ll hurt them back I swear.”

  Letting out an exasperated sigh, Luke took a moment of consideration before turning the sink off. “I know you can get a little psycho … so don’t freak out, okay?”

  She nodded against his back, thinking that he smelled like rain today – her body was wonderfully heavy now and all the dark thoughts that had been racing in her head before seemed like a distant memory. “Promise,” she crossed her fingers.

  “Kayla,” he chuckled.

  She put on her cutesy voice, “Sorry!”

  “Me and Robert were making a deal,” he started, “with Earl? You remember him? Anyway, oh and Robert’s been dealing, kind of related. Rob has the bright idea of springing a price hike on the guy.”

  She never liked Robert much when they were kids and she liked him even less now, but then again she never liked much of anyone outside of Luke.

  Liar. “He sounds ssso smart,” her words were slurring together. Shit.

  Luke turned to face her, his brows furrowed, “God damn you, how many did you take today?” He shoved the girl from him, knocking Kayla back several paces – almost causing her to hit the bathroom wall.

  Heat curled against her chest and her pussy, a mix of rage and attraction – she loved when he got rough with her. You loved thinking about getting rough with him, a voice in the darkness called out, being quickly forgotten. “I dunno,” she leaned back against the wall, her bust heaving tight against her leather bodice – her nipples were already hard as rocks and ready to be sucked. “I just needed,” she felt another lick of heat curl against her pussy when Luke’s eyes narrowed; “I just needed to calm down.”

  He shook his head, looking down on her. “Everyone’s a druggie around me now, don’t you have any self-control?” He chided cruelly.

  More than you know. “Do you?”

  “The hell does that mean?” He pushed his chest out and stepped closer to her, an electricity unseen dancing mad between the two. “Christ, Kayla. You can’t keep doing this shit.”

  She whined and gingerly approached the man, leaning into his bomber jacket. “I’m sorry, Lord Luke.”

  He closed his eyes for a heartbeat and jerked his head to one side, reaching a hand over Kayla’s person behind the small of her back. “Don’t call me that,” he said staccato. “That was,” he clamped his lips together. “Just never mind. Look all that matters is Robert is a tool and we got into a scrap.”

  “Getting into a shootout seems like more than just a scrap,” she commented, loving the warmth of his hand against her. She wanted to drift away, then.

  Brows raising, Luke inquired, “How’d you know that?”

  Kayla grinned, “I just know ba-beh,” she had noticed his gun was without a magazine before. “Did you …”

  “Two,” his voice was curt.

  She gave a simple nod, knowing not to keep on that subject for too long. Moving over to the sink, she picked up the honeyed whiskey, her lighter and ashtray, which had her pack of Marlboro’s still in it.+ Kayla then sauntered over to the bathtub, her ass bouncing with her every step. It took all of her energy to focus on keeping steady. She then craned her head back and made a come hither motion to Luke. “Come on,” she slurred a bit but powered through, drawing a hot jet of water. The tub itself was a marvelous creation, carved out of smoothed rock – spacious enough for two people to lie down in and then some.

  Daddy did always know how to spoil her.

  Luke strutted over to Kayla with a swagger, stripping off his bomber jacket and undoing his belt. His hard, chiseled body was gloriously revealed before her – his muscles rippled across his toned body, the mere sight of his Adonis Belt was enough to make her soaked and tight with need. Luke’s biceps were strong, powerful, yet they weren’t too big; Kayla mused that it was because of his particular build that he retained an agility that some of the other men in The Life couldn’t claim to have.

  ***

  The warm waters lapped gently against Kayla’s full, milk pale breasts – Luke’s hands moving between her midsection and her chest, just feeling them roll over her tits gave Kayla an exquisite ecstasy. She leaned her head back, moaning and bringing her lips to the man’s ear. “You need to get away from those idiots,” she started. “Start your own MC,” she suggested, a smile walking along the lines of her face. “You’re so much better than all of them.”

  Luke seemed to weigh her words carefully, far more carefully than she had expected him to. Was he finally starting to consider such a thing? He’d been living in his brother’s shadow for so long, gone unnoticed and unappreciated. He sucked in a breath, “They’re my brothers, even Robert the bastard,” he gave a grimace. “I can’t just abandon them.”

  Kayla turned, the water flowing with her motion. She wrapped her arms around the back of Luke’s neck seductively, searching his eyes with her own and purposefully batting her long, dark lashes. “Then don’t,” she wheedled darkly.

  Screwing up his face, he gave her a confused look.

  She felt her body wanting to go limp, she needed to lay down. Kayla steadied herself, “Take them with you,” she suggested, “the ones that are worth you,” she pressed a finger against Luke’s chest, “if they’re worthy of you, they’ll know it’s you that should be in command.”

  “If I did that,” he paused, “and I’m not saying that I would … there would be blood. Allen would have me killed,” he whispered, pulling Kayla against his person. “Godfather
or no.”

  “I can help you solve that problem,” she tilted her head.

  Luke’s brows went up half an inch.

  “Kill them before they kill you.”

  It was then that Luke’s phone rang, and Kayla peered over at it: number unknown. She climbed out of the tub and handed it to him, wrapping a towel around herself and leaning against the wall. “Think about it, baby,” Kayla breathed, a hot desire curling against her midsection at the thought of Luke becoming the man he was always meant to be.

  When she closed the bathroom door behind her, something tugged at her senses – her lizard brain going into action. She stopped. Waiting, pressing her ear against the wooden frame of the door – she took slow, careful breaths.

  “Jasmine?” Luke laughed. “Doctor Giuseppe, you clever thing, how did you? …”

  She listened as the fated scene unfolded and that familiar darkness, so pure and deep, came roaring back. Unable to bear it anymore, Kayla padded over to the master bedroom and found her phone, sitting down on her end of the bed – her eyes catching the music box. Her throat tightened and she swallowed.

  Kayla looked up the new whore’s name and tried to ignore the cutting regret.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Jasmine

  As if a symphony of pleasure came together, Jasmine’s chest fluttered with renewed hope and fire, a liquid flame made flesh at the taste of Augustus Lark’s lips. Scotch, she knew, no wonder his eyes are red. She raked her fingers through the curls of his hair, lush and beautiful as red wine – a couple of silvery strands gracing his mostly full head here and there. He was a middle aged man and a venerated doctor. The two moved with a passion that needed no verbal communication, they were already lost in that moment – his mischievous, fox like green eyes, glinted with desire.

  Hate and love and lust, and a torrent of other lesser emotions wracked Jasmine’s lithe, sun-burnished body. Her clothes still soaked from the pouring rain outside. As they reached the bedroom, Augustus removed them in haste; revealing Jasmine’s supple breasts – her bronze nipples stiff and peeking out. She could feel them lighting up with attention, sending connecting waves of pleasure to her tightly wound sex.

  Augustus looked her body over, drinking it all in – reverence apparent in his eyes. He threw her to the bed.

  Jasmine landed against the soft mattress, yelping afterwards. She suddenly felt too exposed, a rush of blood going straight to her cheeks. But in an instant any doubt was erased as she arched her back, letting the man kiss up from her stomach all the way to her breasts, his moist mouth sucking against the nubs that were her bronze nipples. “Oh,” she breathed, placing a hand on the back of Augustus’ head, pushing him harder against her chest. Her sex grew wet and wetter still, loving the feel of having her tits sucks.

  Augustus growled low and deep with approval. “Your tits are amazing,” he said, words laced thick with lust. He brought his lips back to her bronze nipple and sucked it hard, sinking his teeth against it.

  Jasmine yelped loudly in a pain tipped pleasure. God yes, she thought, don’t ever stop sucking them – fuck. “Augustus,” she whined. Her pussy was so ready for him, she was certain that he would easily slip right inside of her tightness – the walls of her slick gash already restless with anticipation, ready to cling tightly against his shaft. “Fuck me,” she begged.

  The man crawled on top of Jasmine’s lithe body, unbuttoning her pants and then placing a hand around her neck, grabbing it tight in his hands. “You’ve got a mouth on you,” he snapped, “all this time I’ve only ever wanted to do one thing to it,” he confessed.

  It was hard to breathe; was it wrong that she liked that perverted fact? It made her blood thick and full and every part of her body seemed to light up. Great, now I have some kind of sick fetish – this is gonna complicate things in the future.

  “To shut you up,” he said, letting go of her throat – she sucked in a deep breath – and then undid his pants, revealing the glory that was his manhood. It’s so thick, Jasmine thought, her mouth widened an inch in amazement. It was then that Augustus pushed the head of his cock inside of her sweet little mouth. She loved the taste of him inside of her, all salt and man; it had been far, far too long since she’d been with a lover.

  Jasmine let out an animalistic noise as Augustus pushed the rest of his thickness inside of her mouth; she pursed her lips tightly against that wondrous shaft, swirling her tongue for all that it was worth – hoping beyond hope she might be able to work out even a bead of his precum.

  “Fffa-huck I knew there was a reason I liked your bratty mouth,” Augustus declared, pumping himself in and out of Jasmine’s mouth – letting the hardness of his cock violate her throat.

  She pulled away for a moment, strings of saliva bridging the gap between her lips and his penis. She sucked in a deep breath and licked her lips, giving the man a look somewhere between desperately slutty and voraciously hungry for more. “Give it to me,” she whined, “I want you to come down my throat and I want to taste it, I want it all,” she harped, reaching a hand down to her unbuttoned pants; she slipped it into her panties and started fingering her sopping sex. Jasmine’s mind fearlessly explored the dark, seductive depths of total perversion – a place where the light of reason could not possibly reach.

  Augustus removed his dress shirt and revealed his muscular, hairy chest. He was not as well defined or cut like Luke, but he was definitely in shape and fantastic looking for his age – his sexual appeal was more everyman, Jasmine mused. Augustus, a smirk on his face, struck his hand against Jasmine’s cheek and pushed his swollen cock back inside of her mouth.

  Jasmine’s pussy clung tightly to her two fingers that hammered away inside, her aching clit begging for attention now. The sting of the man’s hand against her cheek bloomed with pain, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through her – it felt like a death by a thousand pricks, each one more disturbingly blissful than the last.

  Augustus grunted as he pushed himself over and over into Jasmine’s mouth, groans escaping him. “God you feel so good,” he breathed, the first glisten of sweat appearing on his chest. After a couple more thrusts, the man unsheathed himself from Jasmine’s mouth and stroked his saliva drenched cock, humming low. Augustus then proceeded to remove her pants and wet panties, his brows raising high. “You’re a naughty girl, Jasmine,” he husked, taking the panties in his hand.

  “I am,” she whined, “I’m so naughty.”

  “You need to be punished,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He brought the panties up to her lips.

  Jasmine mewled and struggled against his touch, “No!” She cried, a tight, excited knot forming in her stomach. Oh fuck he’s going to make me taste my own stained panties, her blood became like sludge. I’m disgusting, she chided, I can’t believe how much I’m getting turned on, she moved her head from side to side defiantly.

  “You make this any harder,” he warned, “and I’ll have to punish your ass too.”

  Jasmine’s eyes went wide with fear. Her muscles locked up and she froze, instantly becoming much more compliant – submitting to the will that was Augustus.

  He pushed the dirty panties inside of her mouth and told her to keep them there; she could only mumble and moan her response, the taste of cotton and what could only be described as sweetly reminiscent of a penny, filling her mouth.

  The man went back to her nipples, grabbing tight one breast in his hand and sucking firm the other. He hummed low in approval, flicking the other nipple and pulling on the one in his mouth with his teeth.

  Jasmine cried out in wondrous pain.

  Augustus placed a series of hot and frantic kisses down her nubile, sun-burnished body. Finally landing on her pubic bone, keeping his mischievous green eyes locked on Jasmine’s. He then went lower and lower still, slow and precise – so very teasing with his tongue, so very careful with his lips and his teeth. Bolts of pleasure ran her body through as he neared her desperately swollen clit.

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p; Jasmine moaned and moaned some more, her whole body going light – as though she were a feather being caught in a gale. There’s just no way, she couldn’t believe how aroused she was – how deeply her pussy ached to be filled with the man’s cock. It felt like she just couldn’t be sated without it, she was hyper aware of how painfully empty it was – her walls needed to kiss that beautiful sword.

  Suddenly her senses exploded in a burst of bliss. “Oh god,” she yelled.

  He was on her clit.

  It had been too long since a man had touched her there. “Please,” she begged, “please please please let me come? Can I come?” She was already lost in a thrall, freefalling from that edge.

  When Augustus didn’t stop sucking her clit off, it was all over.

  Her every muscle contracted hard and the walls of her sex clamped together in a glorious moment. She loosed something primal and writhed against the bed, tapping the back of Augustus’ head frantically trying to get him to stop. But he never did, and so she just kept coming and coming, a series of mad cries escaping her throat in a wildly hot manner – she could barely believe they were coming from her.

  After a moment the man finally relented, only to push the head of his swollen cock inside of her still ultra-sensitive womanhood. He planted his elbows on either side of Jasmine’s person and looked deep into her eyes, moving against her like a piston.

  “Your cock feels so amazing,” she praised, grabbing his face in both hands and kissing deep his lips. She could still faintly taste the scotch. The man returned the sentiment, keeping his locked with hers even as he moaned and continued to stroke her pussy with his thickness.

  “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, pumping in and out relentlessly. He must have meant it too, as he pulled out moments later and shot his warm and white seed all over Jasmine’s chest.