Savage Saviors: The Complete Boxset (Savage Saviors MC)

by J. C. Allen

  “You’re so cute,” I said, kissing him before hopping on his bike.

  But instead of it being a quick kiss, Derek yanked me into him hard, his hands running down to my ass and giving a good squeeze as his tongue pressed into mine. I could see now that there would be no surrender until the final shots were fired—if we had thought to take our war to the negotiation room, it was only so that we could settle the score with a final duel.

  “Get on,” he growled, but this time, there was no playing the part—it was only him craving me, needing me like the animal that he had become before me. Good.

  I can’t lie, I felt so tempted to continue our little game on the bike, but I wasn’t quite ready to die yet because Derek would lose his mind. I could just so easily see it—my hand reaching down, feeling up the bulge that he’d failed to hide, and then Derek’s head tilting back like a werewolf… only for the bike to slam into another car.

  Wasn’t too keen on that!

  But it didn’t mean my horniness vanished. If anything, feeling the vibrations and heat from the engine as we rode across town…

  Yeah, there was absolutely no downtime. And once we pulled into the elevator, there was no bantering. There was no teasing.

  It was go time.

  I flew straight to the elevator.

  As soon as the doors opened and shut behind us—I would not have cared at all if someone watched us; if anything, it might have encouraged me—I was on him in an instant. He’d been making most of the moves—certainly stealing all the kisses so far—and I decided I wanted to change that. Showing cleavage was too passive for me at this point.

  I pressed my lips against his, nipping at his lower lip the way he had my ear and relishing in the pleasured groan I earned for it. Like I said, the war had not ceased just because the battlefield had changed. It had only taken on a new form.

  He groaned, struggling for a moment, and pointed to the corner of the elevator.

  “What,” I said as seductively as I could into his hear.

  “Ca-camera…” he stammered, seeming upset that things might end when I realized there was a security camera in place there.

  I scoffed and shook my head.

  “Do you forget what I do for a living?” I said into his panting mouth, considering all the videos online that the security guard could look up if he just had a name to punch into a search engine. “I don’t care who sees anymore. So long as it’s you they see me with.”

  And then I smirked.

  “Besides, I didn’t know you were about to surrender.”

  Derek glared at me in a serious-yet-playful manner, gave a single nod, and pulled me back into him. This is more like it, good boy. Not about to be outpaced, I rose a leg, pinning him with my thigh, and roped my fingers through his hair.

  I still felt like there was too much distance between us, and I used my hold on the back of his head to pull his mouth more into mine. The divide between us blurred, and I distantly realized that my face hurt from the pressure.

  I didn’t care.

  All’s fair in love and war.

  “M-more!” I whimpered.

  “You’ll get it,” he promised.

  I better. I nodded, and he sucked on my lip as it slipped between his.

  “Yes…”

  The elevator dinged our arrival, and Derek swept up my remaining leg, lifting it to occupy his other side. Then, holding me with unreal strength, he carried me through and into his living room. Before I knew it, my back had crashed into a pillow of cushions from his couch, and Derek’s mouth was at my throat, kissing and biting. I trembled, looked up at him, and saw that he was panting.

  “Oh, Derek,” I said.

  I just got a hefty moan in response. It seemed we would soon speak the same language, and it was not English.

  The trip to his bedroom was a flurry of passion, bright colors, and the glorious chill of freshly exposed flesh as we left a trail of clothing every step of the way behind us. First went the shirt, then the bra, and then the pants—only our underwear remained by the time I had my head resting on his pillow and I looked up at the man about to take me in the daylight of the afternoon.

  Nothing would be left to the imagination. Nothing would color this moment but the heat we felt for each other. Nothing would stop this war from its final battle.

  My belly tickled with the thoughts of where we’d arrived and what was to come. My thighs parted on their own. My naked chest heaved. Derek paused, taking in the sight, and I was nearly driven to tears of joy at the look of utter appreciation and need that he looked back at me with.

  He started leaving a trail of kisses down from my lips to my breasts to my hips… and then, begging him to go between my legs, he yanked my underwear off with his teeth. Refusing to let this be one-sided, I reached up and yanked his boxers down.

  He pulsed to life at the sight of me, and it was damn near the most beautiful and…

  I gaped at the size. Even with all the men I’d worked with, I’d never seen anything like him.

  “I’m sure you’ve seen bigger,” he said.

  I smirked back.

  “You might lose that bet, stud.”

  I hadn’t even realized I was reaching when I was suddenly aware that I’d taken him into my hand, exploring him and indulging in him with a strange fascination that confused me. It was amazing that something I so frequently encountered should seem so mysterious and different.

  But wasn’t that just Derek Knight? Challenging everything I thought I knew about men at every possible instant. The regular, the monotonous, the mundane could suddenly seem so magical, so special…

  So erotic.

  Derek groaned, shivered—letting me indulge my exploration a moment more—and then crawled back on top of me, capturing my lips once again. The kiss trailed, crawling, and moved to the side my mouth, my cheek, my jaw, and up towards my…

  “Thought I forgot about this?” he whispered into my ear as he began to nibble and lick it.

  I shivered, gasping and arching against his mouth.

  “Oh! That is so unfair!” I protested while making no effort to stop him.

  I thought, at that moment, that he said “all’s fair in love and war” again, but what I heard was pleasured hums.

  His mouth went to work on one of my breasts, his hand made up the difference on the other. My body felt like it was on fire, threatening to explode before he’d even pushed his tongue out of his mouth. I’d never felt this kind of pleasure before and he hadn’t even touch any other part of me yet.

  “You taste amazing,” he panted against my chest.

  “Oh! It feels incredible, God, Derek!”

  “Are you ready for more?”

  Am I? Are you fucking kidding me??

  I clutched his shoulders, rotating him and pinning him down on the bed.

  “Does that answer your question?”

  He paused, stunned by the maneuver, and then watched with growing anticipation as I began to take inventory of his own body. My turn now, boy.

  He was corded with muscle, sculpted from years of riding and hard labor and…

  I paused to trace a finger over a small, circular scar over his left shoulder.

  I didn’t like knowing what sort of thing could produce a scar like that.

  Leaning down, I kissed it, wishing I could make it better and hoping I could offer him the next best thing. I leaned forward, running my lips down his neck, moving down his chest. He groaned, lying back allowing me to work on him.

  “So good…” I heard him whisper.

  I ran my tongue over one of his nipples and he shivered at the sensation.

  “No,” he growled defiantly. “You first, Eve.”

  He countered my earlier maneuver so he was once again on top of me.

  Though it caught me off guard and I mewled sadly at my stolen “meal,” I succumbed in that instant. Let’s just say it wasn’t a hard choice considering who had stolen my meal, especially since I knew I’d get something
much better in return for our little trade.

  “I wasn’t finished touching you.”

  “So long as you know I’m not finished, either.”

  “Noted,” he said as he slid down and moved between my legs.

  Calloused hands parted me. I gasped, my legs squirming but held all the same in his strong grip. His thumbs rolled with delicious slowness across the full length of my soaked folds, and I panted at the thought of him looking inside of me. His wandering thumbs reached the peak, began to walk little circles around my clitoris, and I felt his breath against me as the moisture capture each exhale, making the skin around my pussy tingle.

  My body erupted into gooseflesh, every part of me taut and alert; even the hairs of my body seemed to be straining to see what Derek would do next. I fought to keep my fluttering eyes focused; fought to watch as his hand moved to caress me. His finger slid inside my wet depths and I cried out, arching back as the sheer pleasure threatened to overwhelm me.

  If Derek knew what was happening to me he didn’t seem to care, at least not in that he would have stopped to see if the pleasure was too much—I suspected to him, no pleasure was enough. No complaints with that.

  He continued all the same. His eyes now looked back up at me knowingly as I shook with ecstasy. My body begged for more, begged to be filled with all of him. Oh, he had me pinned. He was going to win quite a few battles here.

  And I was glad to be his prisoner and let him “punish” me for being on the other side.

  He had me right then—I didn’t even get to finish my thought! I came so easily and so quickly that it felt like Derek had unlocked a cheat code to get me to come so quickly. Even with other boys who weren’t Johns, it usually took a long time of regular sex to get me off.

  This… this was supernatural and beyond explanation. It was the only thing I could give that made any sense.

  I had to finally push Derek back, because the pleasure really did become so strong that it almost knocked me out. I didn’t think it at the time—I couldn’t think anything at the time—but in retrospect, it was so strong, the dichotomy, how both significant pain the day before and unreal pleasure in that moment nearly brought me to the brink of losing control of my consciousness.

  “You are so sexy,” he growled.

  Derek shifted, moved himself for me, and I filled my hand with his cock. He groaned as I began to rub him in a soft grip, arching back against my touch. I moaned, rolling my thumb against the underside of his head and gasping as I earned a clear bead of victory for the effort. Moving my hand up, I rolled the flat of my palm against this, letting it glide over the pulsing crown and cooing happily as it bucked powerfully in response.

  Oh, the way Derek squirmed, I knew I was getting my revenge. And I liked it.

  “Ffffffuck!” Derek hissed at my onslaught.

  He struggled to pull back, but I captured him in my free hand and moved to massage his balls, using the nectar in my palm to slide across them, as well.

  He moaned and finally succeeded in slipping free. I knew it wasn’t that he didn’t want me to do what I did, but rather, that I was doing it too well.

  As if such a thing exists.

  “If you continue that any longer,” he explained, clearly conflicted, “this will be finished way too early.”

  “But I’m already ahead of you. You got some catching up to do.”

  He moved up, kissed me, and smiled.

  “Let’s go on the assumption that you deserve a higher score than I do,” he said before kissing me again.

  I pouted at that, but decided it was the only way to guarantee that we get to the big event.

  “Then we’d better get things moving.”

  He nodded, and I watched as he leaned over me, pulling a condom out of the bedside cabinet’s drawer.

  But instead of sliding it on and going into me, he instead teased me a little more, lightly brushing my fingers over my clit, just gently enough to tickle me with pleasure but not so much to satiate my need for the moment.

  I groaned, my pelvis nearly beginning an eager thrum in anticipation.

  “Please, Derek! Dammit! I need this! Now!”

  Before I could beg for some more, without even realizing that he’d slid the condom on, he was over me and sliding his cock deep inside of me.

  I gasped out at the feel of him filling me completely in that instant, my parted mouth making no sound, though if you asked me later I’d swear that I was moaning a song of delight. I’d never felt so whole, so complete. I was a puzzle piece that found its partner. I was Yin finally fused with his Yang.

  Fuck…

  This was what I’d been missing; what I’d been needing. This was the difference between sex and making love. Derek was making love to me, making me feel desired, no, needed. I gasped as he began to move, his hips creating a rhythm and just like that we were dancing.

  My body thrummed from the sheer bliss of it all. Every nerve on my body seemed to be on high alert and even the smallest touch from Derek set me off. The orgasms were hitting me like raindrops now; confusing the moments when one was subsiding with the moments another was beginning.

  But there, on the beautiful, rain-speckled horizon, my body sensed a crash of thunder that every part of me was tensing in preparation for. It built, making itself known like a steaming pot threatening to boil. It was there…

  It was there…

  It was…

  So goddamn… close…

  “O-oh, Derek,” I whimpered. “I’m… I’m gonna cum!”

  “Don’t hold anything back, Eve. Let yourself go. Let yourself…”

  “I’M CUMMING!” I cried out.

  Derek loosed a tense, growling bellow as I began to scream a warning to the heavens that an orgasm of apocalyptic proportions was taking place within me.

  It was white light and fireworks and gasping breaths after waiting too long underwater. It was new light in a terrifying and dark room. It was everything I’d been missing.

  And it was mine.

  Like Derek Knight, that apocalyptic orgasm was mine!

  We both came together, sweat glistening from our bodies as we joined together in the most intimate way possible.

  As his own pleasured quakes and gasping moans subsided into heavy pants and post-coital shivers, Derek slipped and came to rest beside me, breathing heavily. I lay there, as well, working to catch my breath, still shivering and letting little moaning hums out between my parted lips. I glanced over at Derek, his chest moving as he worked to catch his breath as well. I noticed the sweat trickling down his chest and I didn’t realize just how sexy the sight of that could be.

  “So…” Derek said, still working to catch his breath, “What was the final score?”

  “I’ll tell you,” I panted back, grinning, “when this one stops.”

  “Well tell me when it does. I’d like you to join me in the shower… you know, so I can get on the scoreboard”

  “Oh?” I smiled, nodding. “That sounds incredible.”

  I lay there, trembling.

  He stared, waiting.

  “Well…?” he pressed.

  “I told you,” I grinned, succumbing to another shiver, “that I’d tell you when it stops.”

  Eventually—eventually—it did.

  And only then did I realize Derek had not even cum yet. I owed him.

  Oh, did I owe him.

  I guess this meant I’d won the war? But the truth was, there were no losers here today.

  And I would make sure of that with Derek now.

  I followed him into the bathroom, my hand grasped around his still bulging cock. I was shocked to see just how big the place was—Derek may have tried to sell his place off as a bit undercleaned, which may have been somewhat true, but that undershot the value of it big gime.

  “That’s your shower?” I gasped.

  With a short laugh, he nodded.

  “Remember that this was my brother’s place before it was mine. But, yes, it’s my shower
now. He always said that it was a good fucking shower. I never really thought on that one way or the other… until now.”

  “Oh? And is that what you plan in here then?” I grinned back.

  I genuinely had no idea if I had it in me for even more orgasms. I’d probably pass out from exhaustion before that could happen.

  But really, was I going to say no to such an offer?

  “I prefer to show instead of tell,” he said, grabbing my ass once more and pulling me in as he turned the nozzle on.

  Once again, we locked in a deep, passion-filled kiss. Derek moved slower this time, grabbing a loofah and covering it in soap. Afterward, he moved back to me and began to work the sponge across my body. I shivered, feeling just as sensitive from him cleaning my body. I arched against the sponge, loving the feel of it against my body.

  “Oh wow! This is so hot,” I panted.

  “See? Good fucking shower.”

  After he finished soaping me up, he brought the detachable showerhead down. I blinked as he moved the water current over me, finding just the perfect spots to hit in the process. I gasped, nearly on the verge on coming again just from him washing me. I panted as he continued the process until all the soap was gone. Yeah I was never quitting out of fear of passing out from this.

  When that was finished, he set the showerhead back in place and kneeled in front of me. And now I have no choice, it seems. Oh, damn.

  “What are you planning to do now?”

  “I plan to kiss you.”

  Wait, for real?

  “Down there?” I whispered. “I’ve never been…”

  “Well, that’s a shame,” he grinned. “You have such a perfect pussy. Allow me.”

  His words trailed off as he began to work and I gasped in pleasure as his mouth pressed against my core, his tongue finding the perfect places in the process. I moaned, moving my hands into his hair as he showed me just how sexy he found me. I cried out as my legs began to give out and he easily caught me, moving my legs to his shoulders. I realized he was now fully holding me up as his mouth continued to work on my pussy.

  And I was supposed to be the one to make you cum now… God! Oh my God! This is fucking perfect!

  “Oh! Fuck! Derek, it feels so good,” I gasped. “I’m getting close!”