by Dez Burke
She expected him to take her to the library, which was usually where infractions against the club’s rules were discussed, but instead he took her all the way up.
To the penthouse floor.
Where his bedroom was.
He flung the door open and pulled her inside. The door slammed shut behind them, and the next thing she knew, he had thrown her on his bed, and he was looming over her.
“You didn’t greet me the entire day.”
Her eyes widened. “Y-you know?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he snarled. “I know everything about you. Everything. When I’m not with you, I’m watching you. I’m obsessed with you. I want you with me all the time. Every fucking moment.”
Her head was whirling at Helios’ words. She couldn’t believe what he was saying.
“And you dare,” he said grimly, “you fucking dare to avoid me.”
“I didn’t think you’d notice.” With uncharacteristic bitterness, she said, “After all, most of the time you’re with her.” MJ’s voice cracked. “Astrid.”
Her words were entirely revealing, and it left Helios looking at her broodingly. She had been jealous. All this time, all these days she had driven him out of his mind with jealous fury, it had been the same for her. She was jealous. Did that mean she no longer liked her secret crush? No longer liked...Yuri?
Looking at her with hooded eyes, Helios finally started to notice the little things about her that changed. The hurt in her gaze that she tried to hide, the dark bags under her eyes that testified to sleepless nights, the wary note in her voice, and the trembling of her body, the effect of his closeness to her...even though she had tried hard to pretend she was indifferent to him.
“Astrid is nothing for you to be concerned of,” he said roughly. His body was beginning to stir. He tried to control it, but his cock was already erect and trying to burst out of his trousers. No surprise there when it was always how he felt when thinking about MJ.
MJ was gazing at him with unusual scorn on her face.
It took him aback, unused to anyone questioning him. Only she did that. Only MJ. He bit out, “I mean it, you distrustful little brat.”
She answered him in a roundabout way, muttering, “Astrid rides very well, doesn’t she?” Translation: Of course you’d like her more than you’d ever like me. She’s a biker chick. I’m...not even a chick.
MJ’s expressive face told him exactly what she was thinking, and Helios’ lips twitched. “She does ride well, probably better than you could ever ride in your lifetime.”
She gasped.
He only gazed at her with a bland look on his gorgeous face.
But then she felt it.
Something hard and insistent, something that was rubbing and vibrating practically all on its own against her belly.
Helios was having a hard time concentrating now. The scent of MJ was getting to him, her softness seducing him. She was in his bedroom, alone. His blood heated at the thought, and it was all he could do not to tear her clothes off her beautiful body and take her. Claim her. Possess her.
MJ heard herself saying, “I don’t think so.”
He said hoarsely, “You don’t think what?” It was so fucking hard not to move, not to rub his cock against her sweet little pussy. Would it be moist, warm, and ready for him? God, he hoped so.
Oh my God, was she going to really do this? Was she really going to say this?
Slowly, she raised her eyes to Helios. He was staring at her with need in his eyes, and the evidence of his desire – of his need for her – gave MJ the courage to take the plunge. Mouth dry, she whispered, “I don’t think she’s better than me in every way...I think...I think I can ride you...better than she ever can.”
For one moment, sexual tension, powerful and silent, dominated the room.
And then with a hiss, Helios crushed her mouth under him, his body settling over hers. He growled against her lips, “No fucking way will I let you go now.”
Chapter Eleven
The swiftness with which Helios got rid of her clothes took her breath away. But she should have expected it, really. Helios was the type of man who, upon making up his mind, acted without delay. A man of action, and oh dear God, the kind of action their nakedness promised had MJ torn between running away and gasping in excitement.
There was no time to feel embarrassed at her nakedness. Helios was also naked now, and his nudity had completely taken over her mind.
“Are you on the Pill?” Helios hoped to God she would answer yes.
She nodded. “The school nurse prescribed it for my period.” Her voice was distracted. She couldn’t stop herself from staring at Helios’ naked body. She had always known he would be sexy and muscular, but the reality of his body was way, way, oh my God, it was so much better than anything her imagination had been able to come up with.
He was tanned all over, and she couldn’t help but gulp at what that meant. Her heart twisted a little at the thought that other people had seen his naked body, but she pushed the thought away. That was before. What mattered was now.
Slowly, her gaze lowered, and she swallowed convulsively at the sight of his cock. That was what had been pressing against her belly a while ago. It was...large. Long. Hard. She tried not to measure it, but her mind was stubborn, and she bit her lip when she realized that his cock was past one foot. She tried to measure it again visually. Oh my God, it was past one foot.
MJ raised panicked eyes to Helios.
Her worry reached him, and he asked hoarsely, “What is it?” The way she had been staring at him with such innocent hunger had him wanting to just take her. No preliminaries, no foreplay, just his cock driving into her pussy to break past her hymen and claim her.
But he controlled the urge with inhuman effort. He had to take this slow. He wanted to give her everything because he was damn well going to be her only lover.
“You...” She waved vaguely towards his cock. “Are you sure?”
He chuckled hoarsely, understanding her question. “Hell, yes.” He crossed the room and felt her tremble as the bed dipped under his weight. He parted her thighs, and after a moment’s hesitation, she allowed her legs to fall to the sides.
Her courage pleased him, and he gave her a sweet short kiss for it. “You’re amazing, brat.”
When he lifted his head, she could only look at him with mute desire.
He settled between her thighs, and her body started trembling again. “Sssh...it’s going to be okay.” He started kissing her face, raining them softly and sweetly over her face until he could feel her relaxing, her arms shyly going around his neck.
He kissed her lips, taking the time to woo her tongue into mating with his, and his body clenched with need when she started kissing him back, her tongue sliding against his. When he raised his head, she lifted hers, too, in order to suck on his lower lip.
He groaned. “That feels so good.” He nibbled his way down her throat, lingering on where her vein pulsed. MJ’s little cries of pleasure made him start rubbing and thrusting against her as he sucked on her neck.
MJ twisted under Helios’ wonderfully heavy body, unable to get enough of the friction caused by the rough and hard slide of his cock against the folds of her flesh. She wanted more, but how? It felt so good, but she had a feeling it could be better. But how?
She wound her arms more tightly around his neck. “Please...”
“Say my name,” he whispered.
The words were unexpected, and she looked at him dazedly.
He remembered the last time she did, and this time his arrogance caused Helios to feel guilty. “I’m sorry, brat. I was an asshole then. But I’d love it if you say my name now.” He raised himself up and gently pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Please.”
His sweetness left her undone, and she whispered, “Helios.”
He shuddered. “I want you to cry my name out over and over, each time I please you.”
“Yes, Helios.”
She said it with such beautiful earnestness it was all he could do not to sink his cock into her. Gritting his teeth as he did his best to control his passion, Helios resumed building her pleasure with kisses and caresses. He worshipped her breasts one at a time, sucking her nipples, playing with them with his lips, teeth, and tongue until she was crying out his name like he needed her to.
Moving down, he slowly put her legs over his shoulders. “Trust me.”
“Yes, Helios.”
Those words were going to kill him. So fucking sweet.
He lifted her up to him and started eating her.
She cried out, “Helios!”
But he didn’t stop. And she didn’t really want him to stop. It was incredible, the way he was thrusting his tongue in and out of her warmth. The pleasure had her gasping and crying, and her hands swept over his back restlessly. She felt so out of control.
But still he didn’t stop, his tongue working relentlessly against her pussy, as if its only goal was to make her come with the most powerful orgasm.
“Helios!” Oh God. His tongue had moved up, playing with her clitoris now, tip against tip, the same time he slid one finger into her. The sensation of being penetrated was unfamiliar but beautiful. She wanted more, and oh God, how he gave her more, with the way he started thrusting his finger in and out.
“Please!” Her hands went back to his shoulders, and her fingers dug deep into his back, marking him.
Her sexy little pleas were fast pushing him towards the edge. He had to make her come, had to make her come so hard that she would not be hurt when his cock finally owned her pussy.
He slid a second finger in the same time he started sucking hard on her nub. She came while screaming his name, and her legs tightened reflexively around his shoulders. Helios didn’t stop sucking, didn’t stop thrusting his fingers in.
When he could feel the tremors of pleasure starting to slow down, that was the only time he lifted himself up. “It’s time,” he told her hoarsely. “You ready?”
She whispered, “Always.”
So. Damn. Sweet.
Taking her lips for a kiss that told her what he could never make himself say with words, Helios slowly guided his cock into her. She was tight, the tightest pussy he had ever taken, and he knew then he would never tire of her pussy.
He stopped when he encountered her hymen, and he broke the kiss to tell her rawly, “I’m going to have to hurt you a little.”
“It’s okay, Helios.” She said the words with a tremulous smile even though her nervousness was written all over her face.
Her braveness made him want her even more. Not wanting her to suffer from waiting, he pushed in, hard. He gasped as his cock broke past the barrier while under him, her eyes widened at the pain of his penetration.
“Helios.”
“Sorry, brat...it’s not going to hurt after this, I promise.” He waited tensely for the signs that her body was beginning to accommodate him, making sure to keep his body still while waiting. MJ was just as tense under him, and he tried to soothe her by raining more kisses on her face, murmuring words of comfort as he nibbled and sucked on her lips.
All the while he thought of his cock nestled snugly in her beautifully tight little pussy.
Soon, the signs started to come. The flexing of her inner muscles, the loosening of her thighs, and finally, her hips started to move the tiniest inch.
He responded by delving his hands under her bottom. He pulled out and then pushed back in the same time he lifted her up by her bottom to meet his thrust.
“Oh.” She knew that having him thrust in and out of her would feel sensational, but she had not realized it would feel this good. There was no word for it, this magic he worked on her body as his cock slid in and out, claiming her body over and over with each thrust.
But soon, she realized she wanted more, and he seemed to know it right away. She heard him groan her name. “MJ.” It was his first time to say it, and then there was no time to think. His thrusts became more forceful, his chest rubbing deliciously against her bare breasts every time he pounded into her.
The thrusts of his cock were so hard and powerful it had her sinking into the bed, but she wanted more. She wanted everything. His hips moved furiously over hers and she tried to keep up, as desperate as he was to keep building the pressure between them.
The bed moved with each thrust, and knowing this only gave her a forbidden thrill. “Helios. Helios. Helios.” She couldn’t stop chanting his name. When he threw her legs over his shoulders, rising to his knees so he could thrust into her more deeply, that was when she lost it.
“HELIOS!” The scream of pleasure burst out of her, but it did not stop Helios from shoving in and out of her body.
In moments, he, too, started to come, and he gritted out her name as his seed burst out of his cock. He kept pounding into her even as he came, jetting out cum that filled her pussy to the brim, causing the liquid to slowly dribble down her thighs.
As Helios recovered from the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced, he knew life would not be the same again. Slowly, he tipped MJ’s chin up. The dazed look in her pretty violet eyes pleased him, but he wanted more.
He wanted all of her.
“Remember what I told you earlier,” he said in a voice as unbreakably hard as steel.
And in that same sweet earnest voice of hers, she said, “I’m yours, Helios.”
The impact of her words had his body jerking. She hadn’t even tried playing coy, and it pleased him as much as it terrified him. He asked curtly, “Your secret crush? What about...him?” He almost mentioned Yuri’s name but managed to swallow it back.
She wanted to tell him the truth, but fear held her back. Telling him the truth would give Helios too much power over her, and she wasn’t ready for that just yet. So she said softly, “Does it matter? I’m yours now.”
“Fair enough,” he said grimly. “But I warn you, brat. I will kill anyone who touches you. So be careful of who you let close to you.”
Chapter Twelve
Task #1 for Thursday: All the officers except for Helios have morning classes. Get them up.
MJ nodded determinedly to herself as she closed her daily planner and stuck it back in her jeans’ back pocket. She couldn’t help smiling to herself, though. She did her best to fight it, but really she was too happy. Last night’s encounters (with an S, dear Lord, with an S!) were embarrassingly fresh in her mind. Just thinking about it made her cheeks pink, her mouth dry, and her body tingle all over. The memories were literally electrifying her body, and it was all she could do not to shiver, tap dance, and twirl around all at the same time.
She walked past Andreus’ door to check on Yuri. Andreus frequently travelled, more so than what should have been right for a college student. Just last night he had gone away again. MJ had a feeling he would have totally flunked out if Derek Christopoulos, the son of the university’s founder and chairman, wasn’t an honorary member of the club as well.
Upon peeking inside, MJ saw Yuri’s bed was already made up and the room empty. Yuri was the only one who did that, a curious thing for a billionaire’s heir.
She knocked on Kellion’s door next, and when no one replied, she opened the door and poked her head in. “Kellion?”
No answer.
She walked inside and saw the club’s vice president lying on his back. Like the other officers, Kellion liked sleeping in the buff. Looking at his muscular half-naked body, MJ wondered why the sight of it didn’t do anything for her. But if this was Helios?
Her toes curled, and sighing dreamily, she headed to the windows and drew the blinds up. She said over her shoulder, “Good morning, Kellion!”
He didn’t stir.
MJ headed back to the bed, hands planted on her hips. “Good morning, Kellion.”
Nothing.
Since she was in a very good mood, she generously decided to give him another chance. “Gooooood morning, Kellion.”
Nope, still no re
action.
She took a deep breath.
“AAAH AAAH AAAH...”
Kellion jerked awake as the most terrible sound invaded his dreams. It sounded like a cross between a weeping walrus and a hiccupping hippopotamus, and the strange creature was singing, of all things, the lyric-less solo of The Little Mermaid.
He slammed his pillow over his head, trying to mute the God-awful noise.
MJ pulled the pillow away, singing more loudly. If she were honest, she was actually doing her best not to sing out of tune. Guessing by Kellion’s tortured expression, she had not succeeded. “Aaaaah aaah aaahh....aaah aaah aaah....”
Kellion threw his pillow to the floor. Cracking one eye open, he said with a scowl, “You know what? I think you sing better when you’re having sex.”
MJ gasped.
He smiled evilly. “I think you forgot how thin our walls are. Lemme see...I think you liked calling the President’s name out...” In a falsetto voice, he said, “Oh, Helios. Please, Helios.”
MJ covered her ears. “I don’t want to hear anything.”
He said more loudly, “Oh, yes, there...oh my God, I can’t...so good...”
Running to the door, she said without looking back, “Breakfast in fifteen minutes!” MJ slammed the door shut, breathing hard. She could feel her face burning. Why, oh, why had she forgotten that the others might be able to hear her?
Slowly, she climbed down the stairs and headed to the kitchen.
All the girls there were glaring at her.
MJ blinked.
“Oh, hi, MJ. You’re up,” MJ heard Hallie remark in a cheerful voice. The other girl bustled past her and caught sight of the glaring expressions on the other girls’ faces.
Hallie made a face. “Don’t be petty, girls. You win some, you lose some.” She looked at MJ and, seeing the confusion on her friend’s face, she said with twinkling eyes, “They hate you because you’re the President’s girl now.”
Booooooo. The girls looked like they wanted to throw knives at her as they expressed their dissatisfaction.
