Savage Saviors: The Complete Boxset (Savage Saviors MC)

by J. C. Allen

  It wasn’t long before Derek was parking the bike once again and we made our way into the lobby. We hurried, horny, towards the elevator. I pounced Derek before the doors had closed to hide my eagerness.

  My mouth and my body came down on him in unison, capturing him in an inescapable frenzy. Our arms were locked around the other, our lips all but fused and our tongues wrestling for dominance, refusing to give the other’s a moment’s dominance.

  As the elevator doors opened to his private floor, we collapsed into his condo. Still riding on the bizarrely surreal fumes of grace bestowed upon us—and with our minds far too aroused to think of anything but physical pleasure—we chaotically made our way around the sofa, which happily caught a few discarded strings of clothing that we’d managed to wrestle off the other.

  The entire time, neither of us broke the kiss, save for one moment when, possessed by some wild desire deep within me, I pulled away long enough to growl, “Fuck me like you want to break me!”

  Derek didn’t say anything back—but that was just as well. Our kisses, touches, and movements did more than enough talking.

  By the time we’d made it to the bedroom, we were both naked and panting with pleasure. Derek, eyes flashing like a predator’s, pushed me on the bed a moment before pouncing after me and recapturing my lips. I shivered and purred, arching against his touch.

  We both grappled for dominance before Derek managed to turn me onto my belly. I, groaning and stretching before him, submitted to his power. I felt the air against me, cool and tantalizing against my dampened folds and the parted cheeks of my ass, and I wagged myself at him in a silent invitation.

  “Wow,” Derek grunted. “Someone’s ready.”

  A long, breathy moan oozed past my lips for the entirety of his finger’s journey to my clit. Feeling smoky against my pant-ragged throat, I could only muster one half-coherent question.

  “Can you blame me?”

  Derek let out a carnal sound, and I felt his body drape over mine as he began kissing and nipping at my neck and the back of my shoulders. His hand slipped around my body, found my breast, and honed in on my nipple, working it aggressively. I gasped, an electric bite of pleasure jolting through me, and he caught me off guard with a bite to my collarbone that cut the sound from my throat.

  I trembled, feeling the already substantial moisture between my legs grow and begin to run down my thighs. Trembling, my ass wiggled again, this time seeming to act of its own accord, and I felt the rigid length of Derek thrumming like a struck chord of some eager instrument achingly close to arrival. I gasped and whimpered, begging without words, as his teeth began to draw back—pausing only to let his tongue massage the area they’d once occupied—and I remembered how to make sound all over again.

  I was distantly fascinated by the realization that I would never get used to the feeling Derek gave me. Every touch was a brand new sensation and I was once again lost to him. He had complete control of me—and I was the world’s most willing submissive gal. To a man like him? I’d be a fool not to be.

  All of these thoughts, however, like Derek’s own carnal grunt moments earlier, came to me without words. They were gliding by in a haze that was more color and heat than coherent reasoning. Only in retrospect, thinking of the moment, did they make sense—they sure as hell didn’t in the actual act.

  “Derek! You’re making me fucking mad!” I panted.

  Such a desperate cry produced only the most simple of responses, and yet all the same, it got me tingling with anticipation.

  “Good.”

  I moaned as he wrapped his arms around me in a purely erotic embrace, taking a tit in each hand and pulling me back against him. The feel of his warmth against my back and the dual sensations against my chest struck me all at once, and I cried out. My knees buckled, the machinery of my muscles seeming to short out from the flood growing just inches above them, and my entire body began to tremble.

  A low, desperate moan bled past my lips, and the same basic instinct that seemed to be driving both of us steered my hand down and back. Finding my prize, I gave his cock a gentle-yet-demanding squeeze. I wanted—no, needed, fucking—to feel him inside me either at that moment or in the very next one.

  “Easy, love,” he said around heaving breaths in my ear. “I don’t want this to end too early. I’m going to enjoy you for a long, long time.”

  “Come on! Don’t fucking do this to me!”

  “Don’t worry,” he said, whispering warm air into my ear. “You know I aim to please. And you’re first, baby.”

  The second syllable of “baby” trailed off, and I felt the firm pressure of his chest as it trailed down my back. Then he was over the edge, his lips trailing along the curvature of my left ass cheek—a teasing nip of teeth pausing there as a playful spank came down on the opposite cheek—and then…

  Oh!

  I felt that breath between my folds an instant before the rest of his mouth caught up. And then he was tasting me.

  I more felt than heard his moans, and I felt a perverse sense of pride swell up from deep inside me as I realized he found me delicious. I shivered, felt a scream welling within my chest, and yanked a nearby pillow to my face in time to bite down and suppress the sound. The pressure intensified, and I couldn’t tell which one of us was pushing more into the other.

  His tongue dove further, gave a victorious swirl to claim its new territory, and then cycled back around. He hit every part of me perfectly. My body was his to command and I willingly relented to his control, howling like an animal into the pillow.

  He moaned a response into my depths, and a moment later two of his fingers slid in my pussy and began to add a new layer to the sensations. He worked them deep, curling them and catching my hidden spot with a “come hither” motion that had my breaths coming out in tiny, squealing bursts.

  Then, after what felt both like an eternity and a second of pure heaven, he withdrew the fingers and, after a hesitant pause, teased at the entrance of my ass. My moan peaked and hitched in a startled gasp and hung there. Every nerve of my body froze, eager, curious what he’d do next.

  “Do it, Derek! Do it!”

  In retrospect, I couldn’t believe it. For the longest time, the one rule I’d tried to implement—not always with great success—was that there was no entry into my ass. That was the last bastion of self-respect.

  And now, I not only granted Derek access, I was begging him to come in.

  And he did.

  “If I ever find a guy who knows how to properly go about working the “other hole”, I’ll marry him in an instant.”

  Oh… shit.

  I felt the gentle probe dare another inch and there was a momentary bite of pain—something I’d come to know all too well. This time, however, rather than having to fight through the process, I felt Derek pause. The tightness held, plateaued, and trailed away—the pleasure left behind nothing short of intoxicating—and, sensing this, too, Derek went deeper, continuing to work his tongue as he did.

  The feel of his mouth on my pussy helped to distract from the initial process, and I trembled under new waves of pleasure. He seemed to read my mind as he worked, gently priming me with all the care and finesse of an expert mechanic working a beloved machine.

  Fuck!

  Still moaning, I felt my body begin to rock back against his adventurous finger, begging for him to go further. I heard him hum, a sound that was both intrigued and entertained, and he gave a little stirring motion inside me that had my eyes crossing and my breath becoming jagged as a result of orgasm.

  With nothing occupying my pussy at that moment, I became violently aware of every muscle that was working through the sensation; my depths working to milk a cock that it had been fooled into believing was there. My ass, however, was quite aware—quite eager—to take this new attention. I could feel myself gripping, pulling, at his finger, and after a short time of slow, methodic pumping with the one finger he slipped in a second. I gasped and let out a low, eager g
roan, feeling the last slivers of pain melt away as a new sort of desperation grew in its place.

  The slow, testing thrusts turned to more confident pumps with his two fingers, until, at last, Derek was fucking my ass with his fingers. After that, I was lost to the passion. I let loose a loud moan as my release swept through me. He groaned, not stopping as he helped me ride out my orgasm.

  “Oh my god! It feels so good!”

  “Mm! Good girl,” he groaned. “Come for me, baby!”

  I didn’t have time to tell him that a few orgasms had already come and gone under his radar, because the first of the big ones had just arrived.

  I shivered, continuing to spasm over him as my release poured through me. As I finished, he slowly began to withdraw his fingers. I felt my ass clench, not meaning for it to, as if frantic to keep him in. As they slipped free, a sense of total emptiness washed over me and I whimpered, and the only way to communicate the need was to frantically wag myself at him.

  I looked back, my vision hazy, and my hunter’s eye landed on his throbbing cock in an instant. He caught my stare, looked questioningly back at me. I nodded, no longer asking for it—beyond begging for it—but outright commanding Derek with my eyes to fuck my ass.

  You’re the one, Derek. You’re the one.

  He had proved with his fingers alone to be able to do what no man before had bothered to invest a moment in trying. He stared back, seeming stunned by what he saw. Not about to stop the night there, I moved my hand down once again, absently fondling his dick as I caught my breath.

  “Mm, you know…” I said in a low, throaty purr, still pumping his cock. “I always loved the idea of anal in theory. But… I’ve never had it done to me right. So I’ve almost always refused it.”

  Almost. Until tonight.

  “No?” he said. “Well, I think we could fix that.”

  “I would love that.”

  He shivered a little, looking excited and nervous all at once, and gave a cute little nod. He moved to a small drawer in his dresser and pulled out a bottle of lube. I relaxed, realizing that he was working to be prepared. I couldn’t help but appreciate that he was working so hard to make sure I enjoyed this.

  A moment passed as he worked a healthy dollop of the lubricant to first his cock and then over the still-sensitive ring of my ass, causing another ripple of pleasure to travel through my body. I heard another contemplative hum from him as he heard this—he still sounded intrigued at my responses—and I gave myself another wag, urging him on.

  “Mm! Derek! If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come from just this!”

  “Well, that’s a good sign,” he said. “I suppose I won’t make you wait any longer.”

  Thank fucking God. Get in there already!

  I felt him shift, fresh warmth reflecting across my back as he leaned over me, bringing his lips to my ear.

  “Just let me know if it’s too much, okay?” he said, sounding nervous.

  It surprised me to hear him like this—perhaps he knew from before how much I’d hated anal from the previous six months. It kind of reminded me of the one virgin I’d slept with my sophomore year of college—but this was so much cuter.

  That was a moment of desperation.

  This… this was a moment of devotion, if I dared to think so.

  I responded to this by pushing myself back, working to get his cock into my suddenly starving asshole. Then, giving my earlobe a little bite, he lined himself up more carefully and applied just enough pressure to begin to breach.

  A part of me had been certain this time would come—that either he or I would finally express the interest to the other and that things would move on from there—but my own nerves at what he might think and his own concern for how I might react seemed to keep the subject just ever-so-slightly out of reach. Between my ongoing mission to evade my history as a whore and his ever-vigilant dedication to freeing me from my over-sexualized past, we’d stalemated one another into avoiding this particular subject.

  But I could avoid it no longer, and, from the looks of things, neither could he.

  And then I thrust back again. This time, knowing that he was on target, my effort was rewarded and I felt a delicious spreading sensation return as I took the crown into me.

  That’s it.

  I’m marrying Derek.

  The two of us worked in unison, both of us pushing to drive the deed to its limits. His cock slid in slowly and steadily, and I could feel myself stretching around him.

  New depths were reached, opened, and rubbed. There was a heat, something bordering that familiar pain but, with the aid of the lube, not crossing the barrier into unbearable. In fact, with every new inch gained, I felt the teetering balance between pain and pleasure begin to tip.

  And, for the first time, it tipped in the direction of pleasure.

  Then, all at once, the scales tipped to one side. The once familiar side occupied by pain utterly nonexistent, and there was nothing but sheer, new pleasure to be had. Derek was buried to the hilt, and the two of us lay there for a stunned moment.

  “A-are you… alright?” Derek asked, his voice straining.

  I could see the strain in control as he held himself. The chords in his arms stood out as he held my hips, holding himself back from moving. The sight undid me. I was already ready for him to begin to move.

  Despite every part of him likely aching to pump inside me, I thought, he’s holding on… for me.

  Don’t make him wait any longer, Eve. He made you wait—don’t tease him as he teased you now.

  I smirked, bucking back in response, letting his length glide almost all the way out before I slammed him back in, making myself moan as I did. That was all the go ahead he needed. He squeezed my hips tighter and began to thrust inside. I cried out, loving the feel of his cock filling my ass.

  It had never been this good. It never would be this good. That’s why there would never be anyone else.

  At all.

  “Oh fuck,” Derek groaned. “You are so tight!”

  I panted, pushing back against him, not wanting to give him all the control.

  “Don’t… don’t stop, Derek! It feels so good!”

  “F-fuck! Eve… st-stop!” he pleaded, shivering against me and gripping my hips tightly. “If you… keep moving like that… I won’t be able to hold back much longer!”

  I moaned, whimpered, and struggled to still myself, allowing him to take control—to set the pace—not wanting this to end too early.

  Then, still gripping me tightly, he began a slow, rhythmic tempo; gliding along at a rate that rested perfectly between “too fast” and “too slow.”

  Nerve endings trembled with desperation, wanting him to reach them faster before becoming suddenly aware of feeling vacant too soon. I was held there, perpetually suspended between two simultaneous desires that were perpetually fulfilled before being left once more in desperate need.

  For a long, agonizing time I felt perched on a high ledge, held—but just barely—above a terrible plummet down…

  “O-oh fuck!” I whimpered. “Derek… I’m-I’m… I’M GONNA… GONNA CUM!” I cried out.

  “Me too!”

  My back arched so abruptly I worried I might fold myself in half, but Derek and his sturdy bulk was there to catch me as I came. A loud, guttural moan undulating from deep within me, the sound barreling out of my chest like a firing cannon and echoing out again and again as fresh waves rolled out through my entire body. Fireworks erupted throughout my insides, peppering across my skin—drawing gooseflesh in an instant—and the grand finale going off in my lower belly.

  Derek’s arms wrapped around me, drawing me close against him as he buried himself balls deep into my ass. One arm arched around, crossing to my opposite breast and clinging there, drawing out a wonderful ache, while the other reached down and worked my clit. My empty pussy clenched under this new assault, the muscles thrumming as my ass continued to clench in quickening spasms.

  Derek’s breath sputt
ered, grew into a hum, which grew again into a growl. Then he was howling with his own release, his cock pulsing deep within my bowels as he spent himself inside of me. We finished our twisted, guttural song as we both rode out our orgasms, trembling and slipping back into the present.

  The bed seemed to come back up to meet me, and I was glad for it. I fell, or so it seemed, face first into the soft, cushioned surface as Derek slipped free. A small, seemingly mocking secondary orgasm came and went as his softening length left me, and I was suddenly very aware of my ass clenching and releasing,

  Seems to me my body liked that as much as I liked it.

  “W-wow!” I panted as we both came down.

  “Wow… indeed,” he agreed, slipping to his side and working to catch his breath.

  After a sustained moment of thoughtless reflection—a thing that only seemed to follow acts of sex and violence—I dragged myself out of the bed and stumbled on unsteady legs to the bathroom.

  Derek followed after and, seeming to understand what I was thinking, asked, “Join me for a shower?”

  “I don’t know if I can handle anymore right now,” I said, remembering what sort of antics typically accompanied an after-sex shower.

  I had a terrifying moment of imagining the cum in my ass making an audible appearance during some sort of play and sullying the moment we’d just had.

  Still smiling, he shook his head.

  “Nothing like that, Eve,” he said. “I’m sure you want to, you know, wash up… or, rather, wash out. I just figured you’d like some company. Don’t worry. This will be just a shower, and I won’t laugh at any noises you make if you don’t mind me making the same.”

  I giggled, and then burst out laughing.

  “Derek,” I sputtered around cackles, “did you just make a fart joke after anal sex?”

  He smirked at me and gave me a playful, childish shrug.

  “What better time to make one?”

  I laughed some more, shook my head, and challenged him.

  “Just a shower?”

  It was a question for me just as much as it was for him—I wasn’t completely convinced I’d be able to stop myself if we got started.