Underneath His Armor

by James Cox

  I wrapped my hand around my dick, stroking from base to tip. I felt the orgasm well up and my gaze shot to Lover. He glanced at me and our eyes locked. It was when I was staring into his green gaze that the orgasm burst through the dam. I felt it spew from my hole, slam into the crotch of my jeans, and make a huge fucking mess. I held my breath, kept my sight on Lover, and let the orgasm take me. When the pleasure started to fade, I slowed my hand and took a giant breath. I looked away from Lover, who tugged his hand out. Had he come too? Damn it, I had to stop staring at him before I blew my load.

  Romeo whistled as he watched. Mayhem shoved his dick back in Prospect’s mouth and then pushed deep. I saw Prospect wince around the big dick and swallow a few times. Mayhem smiled as he came which didn’t happen often. Then he pulled his cock out and gave Prospect a pat on the cheek. He put his penis back into his jeans, carefully zipped them up, and sat back on the couch. It seemed no one was going to be generous tonight to the poor, used Prospect.

  It was Romeo, already satisfied that sat up and walked to Prospect. He spread the young man’s legs, knees bent, and started touching Prospect’s hard shaft. Romeo stroked skillfully, using both his hands, and gave a nip to the prospect’s inner thigh. His hips thrust into the air and our resident cum lover let his load free. Ribbons of white cum landed on Prospect’s abs and dribbled down his length to mar Romeo’s working hands. When it was all done, Romeo gave Prospect a wink and moved to the bar for a drink. There was a silence that descended on the room. Thankfully, nothing awkward. The smell of cum permeated the air and Prospect sat up with a wince.

  “Clean that up, Prospect,” I yelled.

  Lover chuckled. “If that guy doesn’t leave us he’ll be one hell of a member.”

  I smiled in total agreement. We were too small in number. Two prospects weren’t enough but lately with all our actions, we’ve been too cautious to bring anyone in. I stood. “Gotta take care of some business.” Hey, no one knew I came in my pants. And this would be the perfect way to show Lover that I wasn’t as fixated on him as it looked.

  Prospect was wiping up any residual cum with his shirt as I grabbed his arm. “Outlaw?”

  I cupped my crotch. “I need me a wet mouth.” Someone whistled, probably Romeo. I made a big show of slapping Prospect’s ass and then pushed him ahead of me toward my room. Why not give the others a show, you ask? Well, I was the fucking president of the Outlaw MC. I did whatever the fuck I wanted and I liked my butt-fucks private. My gaze slid to Lover, who was scowling and filling his drink. Good. I needed Lover as my wingman and if that meant pushing him away as a friend, so be it. We couldn’t be distracted being this close to shutting Wexmen down. Prospect entered my room first and I closed the door shut hard enough so everyone could hear it. Then I took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. My room was simple. A few drawers sunk into the wall. A bed with a rumpled black blanket and no sheets. It had wires under the bed because it was one of those fancy new beds that could warm and cool, vibrate or massage. There was a black desk with papers shoved on it, an old-fashioned book with the spine broken, and a chair that the prospect flopped into.

  “Why do you always bring me in here?” he asked as he spun around once. “I know we’re supposed to tell the others we’re having sex but...” Prospect paused.

  “I’m president. You do as I say.”

  He straightened up and nodded.

  “Just tell them we fucked like animals and your ass is sore, okay? Make sure Lover hears you.”

  Prospect nodded.

  “Now, start reading.” Yeah, I was teaching the little shit how to read. His parents had been poor and hadn’t sent their only kid to school. He came to us the first day after he lost his parents. Just like a lost and lonely dog. I fucking took him in too. Prospect starting rattling off words and I rubbed a hand over my face. I moved to the bed and sat so solidly that it squeaked. Another day alive was a good day.

  Chapter Three

  I fell asleep half on the bed with my feet on the floor listening to Prospect recite Robin Hood and his Merry Outlaws. Ironic came to mind. When I woke, I was alone in the room, still dressed but seriously messy. I peeled off my clothes and stood in the hot shower to clean off all the dried cum. I threw new jeans on then walked over to the bar hanging from the ceiling. It was right in the corner of the room. I reached up and had to jump to catch it. I was six feet two and on the heavy side because of muscle mass. With a deep breath, I pulled my chin to the bar and then back down. Over and over I strained my muscles. Sweat began to bead at my skin. It made the dark hair on my chest tickle as the sweat slid down. I was at number fifty-two when there was a knock on the door. “What?” The word was more of a growl.

  Lover popped his head in.

  I kept pulling myself to that bar and lowering myself down. He looked at me for a long time. Maybe it was my muscles flexing or the sweat down my body but his gaze was too damn distracting. I dropped to the floor. “What is it?”

  “And here I thought you’d be cheerful after you fucked Prospect so hard he’s sitting funny.”

  I refrained from smiling. He was a good guy. “Nope. You going to tell me what’s wrong yet?”

  Lover dropped his frown. “You slept the morning away. Sun’s going down soon.”

  “Fuck.” I kicked the bed and it started to vibrate. Great. “Get Grim in here.” He was the only one that could fix something other than a hover bike. I waited for Lover to leave before I opened the door to the closet-like bathroom. I shoved the door shut and bumped my hip into a collapsible sink, which I forgot to collapse. My jeans were heavy as I shoved them down my hips. The shower was more of a pipe coming out of the wall with a drain at the bottom. Hey, we saved up all our money to take down buildings and buy illegal weapons. That meant we didn’t have the best toys. I pressed my fist on the blue button, which sent a wave of cool water out. Okay, it was cold water. I wanted to douse my erection before we had to get into the serious shit for the day. It was quick and I was out in about ten minutes. With a fresh pair of black jeans on and a shirt over my arm, I came out of my bedroom. I shoved the shirt over my head. My wet hair dripped down my back in cool rivulets. “Meeting place still good?”

  It was Whip that answered. He glanced up at me with dark eyes from under his black glasses. The fucker was a kinky bastard but damn good with computers and numbers. “No changes.”

  It was a good location. Out of the way but not far enough to draw anyone’s attention. The tallest building on Mars was owned and operated by our government and we were not yet strong enough to attempt to tap that. “Grim¸ get me a route. I want Lover, Mayhem, and Chaos with me. Romeo and Deviant will be our backup. Whip, I want you on the radio in case anything comes up.” I shoved my arms through my shirt as a whirl of activity started around us. “Prospect?” I slid my beautiful MC cut on.

  “Yeah, Outlaw?” He came from behind the bar with a slight limp.

  His movements made me want to smile, but it wasn’t the time or the place. “Keep the garage open but the doors closed. Start some tools so it looks like we’re here. If anyone comes around get Whip out there to make an appearance.”

  “No problem.” He ran off toward the garage.

  I moved to the bar counter where Mayhem had set up our gear. Two guns each. They were lightweight now with less sound and more accuracy. Bad if they’re pointed at you, good if you’re the one doing the pointing. I shoved one in the back of my pants and the other in the front. Then I grabbed a black material mask that shimmered on contact. These babies were 100 percent illegal. They would strip any markers on your body so no camera could use the latest technology to recognize you and any recording device within twenty feet was automatically jammed. It also kept our faces hidden. I shoved mine on along with a nondescript black jacket that they sold cheaply at nearly every store in Mars. By now, Grim had plotted our course. I swung my leg over my beautiful black bike and started the engine. Prospect gave me a thumbs up. We had a secret back entrance that wou
ldn’t be watched. The hover bike lifted into the air. I glanced at Lover on my right and Mayhem on my left. Chaos was beside him. “Okay, boys, let’s play bad guys.”

  ****

  The meeting point was about twenty minutes away. Thankfully on Mars, because it was still in the process of being built, most places weren’t that far away. Not like Earth where there was a plane and several hours involved. This particular strip was surrounded by red rock.

  There wasn’t much equipment here. Two buildings partially built and a few frames set up. I had most of the guys remain on the road in various dark corners. It was Lover and me who drove into the red dusty path toward the last building in the row. It had only one wall up, a frame, and a bunch of tools on the smooth floor. I turned the corner and slowed down. I eased my bike up the ramp that steps would soon replace. We hid our bikes behind that wall and waited for our contact.

  There was a flash of light.

  Lover returned it with a flick of his bike light.

  The glow had come from the edge of the construction site where darkness hid the barest parts of Mars. I drew my gun and held it steady. My breathing calmed. I tilted my head slightly to listen closer. The light was on the floor as whoever carried it walked toward us. They were wearing a mask like us, but I could tell that man just from his frame. Justice. He was a fucking beast, just over six feet five inches with muscles packed tightly on his body. I could probably throw a punch at him and hurt my hand. I pulled off my mask to show it was us. We were all holding guns but once we saw each other, they aimed at the ground. “Chocolate thunder!” He hated that name. It made me want to say it more often.

  Justice pulled off his mask. I could see the scowl already set on his features. He was a handsome man. His skin looked like he was dipped in dark chocolate. With him standing in the darkness, I could barely discern where his flesh began and where the shadows rose. It was a fantastic advantage when hiding from the government. His lips were plump and his nose flat with cheekbones that were slightly higher. It was his eyes that I thought made Justice stand out. They were this unique shade of violet. Stark, vivid purple like I was looking at a flower petal. Well, that was a poetic description. It would have made the guys thump on me, but it was also true.

  I pulled my gaze away from Justice. “How goes the struggle?”

  Justice shrugged his broad shoulders. “We make due. Got our own garden growing.”

  Didn’t that sound domestic.

  “So we don’t have to get all our supplies from Harley.” That was a friend of the club. As Justice walked to my bike, the red dirt fell from his booted feet onto the floor. “We need to grow our ranks, Outlaw. You’re living on the surface of Mars where me and mine are in caves. It ain’t right. We’ve been fighting this battle for generations. I won’t let us be pushed down any longer.”

  “I’m not the fucker pushing you down, Justice. That’d be the government. But you’re right. We need to do more.” It was time to step up our game. The government was teaching our kids to hate, to bully, and in a few generations, we wouldn’t have any supporters.

  “I want to blow the auction house.”

  “That’s...big.” I smiled. “I like big.” There was only one auction house on Mars. It housed nearly half the population of enslaved dark-skinned men. We free them and add them to Justice’s ranks. That’d mean more chance of defiance, fighting back, winning. “You got a plan for this?”

  Justice nodded slowly. “We take down the guards with you as backup. Your boy sets the charges while we free the slaves. The place blows as we drive off.”

  “Too simple,” I muttered.

  “What?”

  “You need backup plans. What if there are more guards? What if they overpower your crew? I learned a long time ago, Justice, it’s good to have a backup plan.”

  “My plans always work.”

  “Cocky.”

  He growled. I took that as a warning to watch my mouth. Justice was a bit of a hard ass sometimes. Then again, if I lived in a cave I’d be a tad moody too. “When did you want to do this?”

  “Tomorrow?”

  I scoffed. “Seriously?” I hoped we weren’t going to go in there guns blazing with no plan.

  “I have the layout. Tomorrow will be the only day this month where the government is having a meeting. Less guards.” He crossed his beefy arms over his chest. “You in or out?”

  “What the fuck do you think?” I winked at him. “We always got your back.”

  Justice eased his stance. “Good.” He walked back the way he came. Quiet, fading off into the shadows.

  We took the scenic route home and went right to church. I told the others what the Underground MC was planning. I for one was going to be at their backs helping. Not one man in my crew refused the job. I was damn proud of my men. The room emptied, but I stayed behind. I was worried about this mission. If it went wrong, it’d be really fucking wrong. The heavy door closed and I was trapped here with nothing but my thoughts. This place was soundproof, wire proof, camera proof, and my favorite spot. The table here was big enough to hold ten, and it had once belonged to my father’s club. It was as old as Earth but still solid. Smooth, dark wood with two guns carved into it and the word outlaw in bold lettering. The chairs were equally as big with high backs and wide armrests. I thought I was alone, but when I looked up Lover was leaning against the table with his arms crossed.

  “Do you think I’m stupid?”

  I stared blankly at him.

  He growled. “I am your vice president, your friend, and you fucking lie to me.”

  I kept staring. I had no idea what he was blustering on about, but I was not in the mood for an argument.

  “Answer me!”

  “Hey.” I stepped up to him, crowding Lover so that his ass was pressing against the table. “Don’t you fucking forget who the goddamn president is. Calm your dick down and tell me what you’re bitching about.”

  “The prospect. You’re not fucking him. Damn it, Knox.”

  I frowned. The last time he used my real name was during our first kiss.

  “You have a new pack of condoms sitting on your desk. If you’re ass bumping the prospect why aren’t they open? Why are they collecting dust?”

  Observant fucker. “Maybe I like sinking my big cock in him bareback.”

  “You’d never do that.” He sounded so sure.

  Lover was right, of course.

  “Why would you lie to the club? Why would you lie to me?”

  “They don’t matter where my dick is concerned.” I kicked the nearest chair and regretted my words instantly. I should have said everyone didn’t matter. I shouldn’t have singled Lover out. “Just fucking drop it.”

  Lover grabbed my bicep.

  I turned toward him, his green eyes pulling me in like a damn trance. “Leave. It. Alone.”

  “No. Lies destroy a club. Lies get people killed.”

  “It’s too fucking hard,” I shouted. Damn it, I had to get control of my outbursts.

  “What’s hard?”

  “I am.” Big fucking balls! I took a deep breath and laid my forehead against the closed door. “I’m hard, Lover. Every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, every time I fucking smell you. You are a distraction in the middle of a deadly war that I can’t shake. All I do is

  dream of you naked and think about kissing your lips. So no, I am not fucking the prospect.”

  There, I wasn’t lying.

  “So why aren’t you fucking me?”

  “Lover...” His name came out a harsh whisper. “I’d be thinking about your ass instead of taking down Wexmen.” It was the honest truth. “We’ve started something with this club. Others are rising up and joining us. Now is not the time for this.” We had a huge job tomorrow.

  Lover moved closer, too fucking close.

  I could smell his cologne, musky and subtle. My gaze went from his eyes the color of spring grass to his soft lips. Lover slid his tongue out and dampened the bottom lip.
My cock was all sorts of excited, pressing against the zipper of my jeans almost painfully. “We can’t.” The protest sounded pathetic. Too raspy and deep. My breathing doubled as if I was sprinting, but I hadn’t moved an inch. Even my fingers jerked. I wanted to grab handfuls of his brown hair and hold him still while I ravaged his mouth. “Oh, fuck.” I sunk my right hand into his hair. It was short so I couldn’t get a great grip. Still I tugged the locks and jerked his head back. I could see the long expanse of his tanned neck and his chiseled jaw. He licked his lower lip again. This was such a bad idea it was almost epic and yet I was lowering my head. Lover was shorter than me, so I got to tower over him and exert more dominance. I stuck my tongue out and glided it along his lower lip. I used my teeth to nip at his chin.

  He gasped.

  My cock nearly plowed through my zipper at the sound. I wished we were naked so I could watch his growth. A kiss would have to do for now before my mind overrode my dick. I took his bottom lip between my teeth, holding him still as I applied pressure. Just enough to sting, then I placed my mouth over his and plunged my tongue inside. It was a claiming, a show of dominance that I knew I’d win. Our first kiss had been hesitant and awkward. This one was pure lust. I took control, savoring the shudder that ran through Lover’s body. My tongue invaded so deep he nearly gagged. I tightened my grip on his hair and used my other hand on his throat, squeezing gently. I sucked on his tongue then sunk my teeth into his lower lip. The sharp, copper taste of blood filled our mouths. I licked at both his lips and then fixed my mouth to his again. My lungs were burning, our breaths like strong winds between us. I walked Lover backward with my hand on his throat. He bumped into the wall. I used that barrier to my advantage and pressed my body against his. I could feel the heat coming from his skin under his shirt. My cock ground against his upper belly and I felt his against my thigh. I thrust against him, taking his mouth with pure savagery.