Coletrane (Bad Boys of Retribution MC Book 4)

by Warren, Rie

  “Make you horny.” She popped open the buttons of my jeans.

  “Mission fucking accomplished.”

  Her tits collided with the bare skin of my chest sending shockwaves to my shaft.

  “Guess what?” She breathed against my lips.

  “What?” I suffered, tight in my flesh, as she lapped one barbelled nipple between her plush lips.

  “My panties are already wet.”

  “These aren’t panties.” I cupped her mound.

  She gasped, saturating my fingers through the thin material.

  “Guess not.” Snapping one bow low on her hip, she struck forward and bit my lip between her teeth. “Easier to get out of though.”

  My head knocked back when she licked her way to my shoulder and the healed-over scar that had destroyed the hypodermic needle tat.

  “You still haven’t told me about this.”

  “Uh. It wasn’t really a legal situation.” I rushed ahead. “But Hunter was there too. And Brodie, Boomer . . .”

  She brushed her lips over the puckered wound. “So you’re telling me not to worry about it?”

  “Yeah.” My voice broke as she reached inside my opened jeans.

  Her warm fingers hefted my meat. She lifted me out and started to duck down.

  “You wrap those pretty lips around my cock, and we’ll be done before we even get started.” I pulled her hand free, licking her fingers.

  “Is that right?” Sin stood, hip cocked, hair tossed, tits out.

  “Yeah.” Scooping her into my arms, I deposited her on the bed.

  Dragging off the jeans, I kicked them away. My cock pulsed, a heavy weight pulling at my balls and groin.

  “Can I suck it?” Sin propped up on her elbows.

  “Later.” Hell. No way could I bear her giving me a blowjob right now with the idea of going bareback in her ass.

  I didn’t need anything but Sin tonight. No ropes. No cock ring. No nipple weights, or chains, or charms.

  I pounced on her, popping her bra open, tearing it off. I sucked her tits as she wailed, beating her head against the pillows.

  Drawing the taut peaks between my lips, my teeth, my fingers, I circled my free hand lower, clasping her cunt tight.

  Traveling down her shuddering tummy, I licked and lapped, holding her fingers in mine. I let go to snap those little black bows. The material slid down, away. Her pure hot pussy shined in my face. I lifted over her, sank my mouth onto her, and ate her out.

  Her thighs trembled, spreading wider as she humped up. “Please. I want to suck you, Cole.”

  Fuck. How can I say no when she asks so nicely?

  “Just for a minute.” I turned around on the bed so my knees pressed into the mattress beside her head, and my mouth still faced her cunt.

  Sin’s lips hit the insides of my thighs then slid up to find purchase on my balls. After a few licks, she angled my drill-hard cock down and swallowed the length with loud gulps.

  One hand bringing her ass closer to me, the other at the back of her head to feed my cock to her, I found her tight opening. I knew I had to have it.

  Dragging my dripping, red-hot cock from Sin’s lips, I grabbed her under her shoulders and legs. I pushed her up the bed, pushed her thighs back.

  Swinging down between her legs, I stared at her tiny rosebud. “Fucking sweet ass, precious.” Her delicious pink cherry pulsed and I pressed my fingertip against it. “Gonna fuck you so good.”

  Her belly convulsed. She threw her head back. Her tits up.

  I caressed the backs of her thighs, bringing my fingertips to her tender hole.

  Bending down, I placed my lips against her. I lapped the outer circle, taking in her taste, her sweetness. My forearm bent, I kept her legs up and wide as I licked at her. Every so often I ran my hands up her body, pinched her nipples, rasped her breasts with my roughened palms, sank my fingers into her soaking cunt as my tongue pleasured her soft ring of flesh.

  With my fingers slick from the bottle of lube, I kissed her ankle, her knee, the inside of her thigh. I plummeted my mouth to her pussy the same time I kneaded one finger inside her hole.

  “So good, precious.”

  She tried to shy away at first. I couldn’t have that.

  I pumped my finger in and out. “Take it, Sin. Open. Open up to me.”

  With one digit in her ass, I slid two from my other hand into her melting hot pussy. Looking up between her legs, my fingers buried deep, I tapped hard on the membrane separating my fingers front and back.

  “Don’t worry. Don’t tense. You’re ready for this.” I kissed her belly. “You taste amazing. Feel incredible. I want more.”

  Her mouth ovaled but before she could speak, I kneeled between her legs, licking her ass to pussy as I filled her with fingers, sawing in and out of both clutching holes.

  Her temperature rose.

  Her hips pumped up, plunged down.

  By the time I had three fingers in her tightest channel, scissoring them, widening her, I hoped she was ready. I couldn’t hold out much longer.

  I withdrew.

  Sin whined, her hips notched up.

  I drizzled long lines of lube on my cock, massaging it in. I covered my shaft all over again with the slick stuff. I wanted to drip inside her.

  “Sin?” I kissed her lips. “It’s easier if you get on your hands and knees. I won’t go too hard. Too fast.”

  I helped her roll over and brace herself. I kissed the center of her sinuous back and stroked her hips and ass.

  I loomed above her, my cock a flag standard rearing up from my groin. The shiny muscle lubed, pumped, pulsing, ready.

  Spreading her ass, I drizzled more oil between her cheeks, watching it slip inside.

  “I’m gonna take your pussy first.”

  “Yesss.” Her hips undulated.

  She spread her thighs even more.

  We were both slippery wet, and the long glide inside her was unbearably hot. The squelching sound mouthwatering. The tight swollen grip of her mind-bending. I pulled out with a grunt and slowly drilled back in. Four more times, I used the same intensely languid pace that made Sin moan like she was in heat.

  Sweat dripped down my chest, into my already wet pubes. I withdrew to the tip of my cock, the veins roped around it pulsing with blood. Then I slammed into her fast and hard. Again. Again. She howled, arching her back, squeezing her cunt onto me so her ass met my thighs with a loud slap every time.

  She was close, so close when I pulled out. I replaced my cock with my fingers and a shudder wracked her body. I kept pumping her as I spread another line of lube on my shaft, quickly rubbing it along my rigid length.

  “You want a dildo in this beautiful cunt while I fuck your ass? Double the pleasure?”

  “Nooo. No.” Her fingers curled into the sheets. “I don’t think I can take it. Not tonight.”

  I kept her edging as I began working the broad head of my cock into her ass, my fingers, my hand, all over her engorged wet cunt.

  Bending over her, I licked her lips when she turned her face toward me.

  I pressed a little harder against her tiny pink ring. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I want to feel you in every part of my body.”

  “In your heart isn’t enough?” Reaching under her, I placed my hand on the pounding boom boom boom beat inside her chest.

  “You know it is. This is just . . .”

  “Dirty?” I plunged my fingers back into her slit, sliding my cock at a better angle toward her cherry that was slowly expanding to accept me.

  “Yes.” She wiggled against me, and I added more lube, using my thumb to spread it around where my tip tried to breach her.

  “Forbidden?” Three fingers struck inside her pussy as I massaged the tight circle of muscle that began to flutter.

  Her body pulsed with more heat, more wetness on my fingers as she finally flowered open to my dick.

  “Oh, Cole,” she moaned, reaching down to grab my wrist, bringing me harder in
to her cunt.

  “Darker?”

  Her face flushed. Her ass shook. She seized on my fingers.

  “That’s it.” My eyes narrowed. My voice was nothing more than a rough, hoarse whisper. “That’s it precious. You feel the head of my cock inside you?”

  She whimpered.

  “Does it hurt?” She shook her head.

  “Good girl.” I stroked my hand up and down her back. “You feel amazing opening up for me like this.”

  She relaxed a little more, lowering her head to her arms.

  After a long throbbing moment, her ass stretched to accept more. Inch by inch as I tried to bear down on my slipping control, my cock gradually sank into her.

  I groaned, “Fuck, precious. That’s all of me.” I circled her clit lovingly with my thumb, and she reared up with a hiss.

  Pressing a kiss to the center of her back, I held still. Waiting, watching her tremble, gently fingering her while I played with her clit.

  Her pussy practically oiled my hand, and my cock felt like an iron bar in her unbelievably snug surrounds. I grunted. She panted. Then her trembling stopped. With a long whoosh of breath, she loosened around me just slightly, and I knew it was time to move.

  For the first few strokes, I only departed several inches before returning home. But when she pressed back and began gasping, I gave her the full length of my cock in, the full thick length out.

  Soon, Sin was pushing back at me, chanting, “Yes, yes, yes . . .”

  I gave one last rub on the membrane between the inside of her pussy and my spearing cock. Then I switched angles inside her ass and drove down. Hitting my stride, I fucked her at a quick pace, in awe when Sin reached behind and spread the cheeks of her ass for me.

  “Ah, hell, Sin.” My head knocked back, and I shut my eyes.

  The sight was too unreal. I looked back down, groaning out loud.

  “Fuck. You should see this.” I held her hips in my hands, slamming my thick cock into her.

  “Is it as hot as it feels?” She arched up.

  “Yeah. Oh yeah. You were so ready for my cock.”

  In that moment, she started crying out. Her body stilled, all but her pussy pulsing on the fingers I quickly dipped back inside, her other channel convulsing.

  “Feel good?” I grunted, giving her several more shockingly deep thrusts, a sneer on my face caused from sheer, boiling lust.

  She exploded around me with a shout.

  I raced after her. Impaled her with tight, short strokes. It was too much. It was like she squeezed me with a million tender muscles and my cock jerked. I reared up, a roar stuck in my chest, my body straining in that one last second. Then the orgasm ripped through me.

  I bellowed, blasting away inside of her. Thrusting. Flexing. Grunting. Pumping my come into her as I wrapped my arms around her chest and nearly went blind from the intensity.

  When it was over, when I could see again, breathe again, I rolled us slowly to our sides, keeping her pressed against me.

  I kissed her shoulders, her neck. I smoothed the damp hair from her cheeks and kissed lips as she panted lightly.

  A smile spread her mouth. She snuggled closer, her hands closing around mine.

  I nuzzled her neck, murmuring, “Gonna pull out now. Shouldn’t hurt. Then I’m gonna clean you up, take good care of you.”

  “Mm hmm.”

  Not long later, we lay face to face, just touching each other, just whispering.

  “Goddamn, I love you, Sin. You make me feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

  “Maybe you should stop calling me Sin then.” She slid closer.

  “’Z’if that’s gonna happen.” I kissed her cheek, squeezed her butt.

  “I know. I like it.” Her hand skipped up my chest to my jaw she stroked.

  “Hmm. And I love you.” I smiled, dropping my lips to hers.

  “I know. I like it.” She kissed me dreamily.

  Leaning my forehead against hers, I said, “So, about that cock ring . . . ?”

  Epilogue

  February 13, 2016

  NEARLY FOUR MONTHS LATER, it was D-Day. Or, I guessed, G-Day. Graduation Day. From the Academy. BLE training had been grueling—physically and mentally taxing—but that was fine by me. Hard work came second nature. I freakin’ reveled in the daily drills, the target practice, the meticulous research, the hour-long exams.

  Throw it at me.

  Bring it on.

  I was ready for whatever detail the instructors ordered during the three months I attended the Academy.

  Through it all, I rose up the ranks. I’d scoped out my fellow cadets, easily identifying their strengths and weaknesses while falling in with the camaraderie. A fifth of them didn’t cut it, couldn’t last.

  The ones I’d earmarked as easy-go-lucky even though I’d tried to help them every step of the way.

  A few days pre-G-Day, Sergeant Hard Nose—built like a Mack Truck, old as the ’Nam War—had marched up to me with a salute.

  “You intending to go for Vice in a couple years, Sawyer?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Keep it up.” His gray eyebrows caterpillared together. “You got a shot.”

  “Will do, Sarge.”

  Hard Nose was one unforgiving motherfucker. If I’d gained his respect, I could have a chance at what I really wanted.

  A shit-lot had happened since October. Almost too much to quantify. I broke in the new cock ring with Sin, that was a given. We tried out nipples weights—that was a hell of a fun night. We probably abused her Trans Am, too. One sweet, starry night, I’d driven it out into the middle of East Bum Fuck, SC, and parked it in a field.

  I hit the seat lever, and Sin practically climbed on top of my cock. She rode me harder than I road my Harley. My hair gripped in her fingers. My hands on her ass, slamming her down. She was so tight and juicy, my balls got wet from her. My cock felt like a battering ram.

  I hit the horn.

  Beat my head against the back of the seat.

  Gripped her by the hips and kicked open the door.

  She went full orgasm on me the second I slid her on top of the Firebird emblem on the hood.

  She sucked me in with each long stroke. I ripped her top. She pushed my jeans farther down my thighs with her drumming heels.

  I plowed into her until she arched into a bow, her waist in my hands, her tits pointed to the stars. Coming inside her with hot, jolting spurts, my vision went as black as the night around us.

  As soon as I could breathe, I held her up in my arms, swinging around so she sat in my lap, my cock still full-mast inside her.

  “Vanilla enough for you?” I asked.

  “If that’s vanilla then I’m The Madonna.”

  I snorted, tweaking both hoops pierced through her nipples. “’Z’if.”

  “How long have you been wanting to fuck me in my Trans Am?” Her seafoam green eyes twinkled.

  “In it?” I rapped on the hood.

  “In it. On it.” Her creamy thighs looped around my hips.

  “’Bout the time you showed up at Inksanity the first day.”

  She pouted. “I’m beginning to think you just wanted me for the ride.”

  “Precious, I want you for everything.” I dragged her mouth to mine. “I love you.”

  “You want me for everything?” Her pout shining puffy and red, she slithered down my body.

  My cock rose up hard as she kneeled in front of me on the springy grass. My come and her cream covered the shaft.

  My head knocked back when she started licking.

  “Everything,” I grunted.

  “Mmm.” Lapping to the tip, she hummed around it. “Good thing I love you too.”

  ****

  We got hitched in December. The day had been clear blue and tinged with cold. That was good because my palms started sweating the second I strode up to the historic downtown cathedral. I wasn’t supposed to see Sin before she walked the aisle, but when I heard the big loud guns of motorcycle
s booming up Broad Street, I just had to watch.

  The Retribution bikes roared into view, flanking the fancy limo that delivered Sin and her parents to the church. MC and high and mighty society were all in attendance for the big white wedding of the year.

  Fucking hell.

  Hunter and Kinkaid towed me inside as the limo door popped open. I took my stance at the altar, scanning the packed-to-the-rafters crowd.

  Everyone from all walks of life.

  Black leather, swishy suits, women in pastel with matching hats, ladies from Redemption MC in red lace. There was no groom’s side vs. the bride’s side—Sin and I wanted the groups to mix.

  The reception was gonna be a madhouse.

  Kinkaid took one last look at me, brushing the shoulders of my dove gray tux Frankie the Tailor had made to order. “Lookin’ good, dude. Keep it up.”

  “I think I might upchuck.”

  “I think there’s an urn over there.” He hooked his head to the left, chuckling.

  “Thanks.” I rolled my eyes.

  Then he left me up there with Hunter. Kinkaid was the usher. Hunter, my best man.

  I knuckled my eyes when Regina came in with my mom, holding her hand and guiding her to the front pew. She was in the new facility, getting the best care. Having more lucid days. She mostly recognized Sin and me even if she didn’t quite grasp I was her son. We were the friendly couple who liked to visit her.

  Brodie and Ashe. Cat Steele and Nick Loveland. Boomer. JB. Kinkaid, Sadie, Doc Ronnie, Bo, Tuck, Tail, Handsome, and the rest of the MC tribe were there, shoulder-to-shoulder in the pews.

  Yeah, even Frankie and Preston showed . . . together.

  The pianist began playing the traditional wedding march, and my eyes remained on the big double doors at the other end of the chapel.

  Nothing anyone could’ve said would’ve prepped me for the sight of Sin in her wedding gown. Her first step inside, I lost my cool.

  My shoulders shook as I tried to keep the tears at bay. I didn’t want to lose a minute of this.

  She was sheathed in a champagne-colored dress with a long flowing train, satiny fingered gloves that reached up her arms. The gown hugged every inch of her slamming curves, breasts to high heels.

  A veil covered her face, but I knew she was looking straight at me.