Their Private Need: A Death Lords MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 7)

by Goode, Ella

  I reach down and clamp her hips still so that Michigan can attack her again, swiping his tongue through what I imagine are totally drenched lips—wet with her arousal and his saliva.

  “I can’t handle this,” she moans. Her head thrashes to the side and the ends of her hair tickle my chest.

  “You can, sweet baby. You just let go and Michigan and I will take good care of you.” Beads of sweat dot her forehead and every part of her body is glowing in the lamplight. The flush that so readily pops onto her face is coloring her neck and chest and even the upper parts of her tits. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now. I wish you could see yourself. You’re blushing all over. Is she red down there?” I ask Michigan.

  “Yeah, man, red, swollen and beautiful.” His mouth is muffled but I make out his words. And I can tell from the way Annie’s shaking and moaning and thrashing that she’s near to coming.

  Michigan’s going to pop her cherry when she does and then stroke her G-spot until she comes again. Once she comes all over his dick, it’s my turn. It’s hard being patient but I know sliding into her wet hole will be as close to heaven on this earth as I’ll ever experience. I’ve got no problem waiting for that.

  I angle my head around to claim her mouth again. She’s inexperienced but she’s eager. We eat at each other as her tentative tongue becomes bolder during each encounter with my tongue. Soon though, the attention Michigan is paying to her pussy is so distracting, her kisses become moans and then pants and then pleas.

  “Please, please, please,” she begs. I reach down and squeeze her clit between two fingers. It’s all she needs to detonate. Her legs freeze up and her mouth falls open. A cry of surprise escapes. Michigan rises up with his hand delving between her legs, looking like an angry god.

  His mouth is slicked with her come and envy beats hard in my chest. I want to taste her juice and have her coat my tongue with her orgasm. I know the precise moment when he eases his finger inside her. She gives a panicked gasp and clutches me tighter.

  “Shhh,” I whisper, straining for control. As her sharp nails dig into my thigh, I can’t help wanting to feel those on my shoulders as I’m pounding into her. “How’s it feel?”

  “How do you think? Tight as hell. Juicy as fuck.” Michigan practically snarls at me. I don’t take it personally. He’s anxious to get inside her. He bends forward and takes her tit in his mouth again. She arches up and I capture her other tit, palming and pinching until Michigan and I work her into another orgasm.

  He rises and wipes the finger he had in her cunt on his jeans.

  I place my thumb at the corner of her mouth and press. She opens, like magic. “You want to put a cock in your mouth?”

  She nods, glassy-eyed, and watches as Michigan unzips his pants. His cock is a big, mean angry-looking thing but Annie’s looking at it like it’s the best thing she’s ever seen.

  She licks her lips and Michigan jerks in response. A spot of come appears on the end.

  “Michigan is ready for you. Just open those lips. See how he fists his cock. He’s not going to move his fist. Your lips stop at his fingers. It’s easy peasy.”

  I hitch her up higher on my lap and reach between her legs for the first time. Her cunt is soft, wet and swollen. “Oh, Annie,” I groan. “Your pussy feels amazing.”

  She lets out a whimper. “You guys are the amazing ones. I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

  “This is only the appetizer,” I assure her and then ease a finger inside her very tight sex. The walls of her cunt grip my finger like a greedy mouth. “You hurt at all?” I ask.

  “No.” She shakes her head. “A little bit at first, but now it feels good.”

  I give Michigan a nod and stroke a few sweat-soaked hairs away from her face. Her mouth opens a little wider and then Michigan sticks his cock there.

  She rubs her tongue across the tip which rends a loud and long groan from Michigan. I slip a second finger inside of Annie.

  “Shit, man,” I laugh in envy and excitement. “Tell me what’s going on.”

  “She just licked the tip. Felt danged good.” His eyes are slits and his grasp around his cock is white-knuckled from the effort it’s taking to keep from plunging inside her hot mouth.

  “Look at that. You’re making him weak-kneed with just a small lick. How much more can you take into your mouth?”

  She draws back and Michigan frowns. “I’m getting him all wet.”

  “Yes, you are, and that’s making him hotter and harder. Wet is good. Good sex, Little Red, is messy, loud and dirty—and that’s if you’re doing it right. Nothing you do or say is going to turn us off. Nothing your body does is going to be anything but a fucking turn on. I promise you. Look at Michigan. Is that the face of an unhappy man?”

  I tuck my free hand under her hair and squeeze her neck. Her mouth opens again and Michigan’s dick disappears another inch inside her. He’s not going to come like this. Not deep enough penetration but by the heavy-lidded stare there’s no doubt he’s enjoying the hell out of the sensations her mouth is wringing.

  This time I’m working her pussy with my fingers and hands. Her tight passage is welcoming and I insert a third finger because she’s going to need to stretch to accommodate my girth. I’m not as long as Michigan but every woman I’ve been with has said that my dick is the thickest cock they’ve ever had inside them. At times it’s been a struggle to find a woman who can take me but as Annie’s cunt swallows my three fingers, the confidence I have that she’s the right one solidifies.

  “That’s perfect, sweetheart. Your mouth feels so good.” Michigan gives her encouragement through half-clenched teeth. She moans her approval and Michigan’s eyes flick to mine in half panic and half surprise. “Shit, sweetheart, I’m going to come.”

  I brace her neck and tell her, “You don’t have to swallow, ever.”

  She shakes her head and grabs Michigan’s hip, bringing him to her. Her small aggression sets him off and he throws his head back and releases the load he’s been holding back.

  Come dribbles out the side of her mouth and I wipe it away with my fingers, cleaning off the sticky residue on my jeans. Michigan pulls out and then leans down and claims her mouth. The heat between the two of them is enough to ignite a forest fire. He finally withdraws and she slumps against me.

  I watch as he steps out of his jeans and walks bare-assed into the kitchen. We both hear the water turn on. He returns with a glass of water and hands it to Annie.

  “Drink,” he orders.

  She takes the glass and gulps down the entire contents.

  “You ready for more?” I ask when she’s done drinking.

  A look of delight enters her eyes. “I was ready yesterday.” Her bold words set us all off and we laugh long and loud.

  “Let’s take this into the bedroom.” Michigan is ready for more.

  He carries her because my cock is so hard it’s difficult to walk. I half hobble, half limp into the bedroom behind the two. It’s a relief to shuck my jeans.

  “Are you both going to take me?” Annie asks after Michigan tosses her onto his bed. We’ve both got king beds but I can see that if the three of us plan to sleep together for any length of time, we’re going to need more space. Michigan and I are big motherfuckers and Annie, while slender, isn’t a small girl.

  “Not at the same time. Michigan is going to fuck you while I watch and after he’s made you good and ready, I’m going to fuck you. Then we’re going to give you a bath so you can still walk tomorrow.”

  “Do I go home tonight?”

  “No,” Michigan barks out. I send him a warning glare which he ignores. “You’re spending the night.”

  “We’ll get you home in time.” We all know that until Annie’s ready to confront her dad that we’ll need to step carefully. If we push her too hard, she may run and hide herself behind the parish doors. Running interference with her dad for a few weeks isn’t going to kill us, I silently remind Michigan. He still gets caught up in hi
s ugly memories. Even if Annie’s dad is the prick that he ran into years ago, Michigan isn’t a punk ass seventeen-year-old with no protection.

  Plus we got to watch out for Annie now. She’s our number one priority.

  Chapter Eight

  Annie

  Michigan and Easy exchange glances over my head. I think it’s about Father, but I’m not certain. There’s a lot in my head that I’m not certain about other than I’ve never felt like this before and I don’t want to leave these two. Their interest in me might burn out by morning, but for now I’m wearing Easy’s claiming cuff and I’m lying in Michigan’s bed. Their eyes are burning holes in my body and their heavy penises are waving in the air.

  I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of sensation I would feel at their hands. It was more than I could have ever imagined.

  Michigan’s salty taste still lingers on my tongue and I wonder how Easy tastes. I wonder how it will feel when it’s more than their fingers inside me. I wonder what it will be like when they’re both inside me and how that is even possible. The images of the other night at the granary flick through my mind. That girl was on her knees with the man’s penis in her mouth and the other one inside her private area. Tonight it was me full of Michigan in my mouth and Easy’s fingers inside me and it was heavenly.

  I want more of that. I suppose that makes me wrong and depraved but I’ve been hiding these cravings for a long time. It doesn’t seem sinful to give in to them because surely nothing this beautiful, this good, could ever be entirely wrong.

  Easy disappears for a moment and then reenters the room carrying a kitchen chair. He situates it near the bed and then settles in, one hand on his very big penis, the other lying palm up on his thigh.

  Michigan advances on the bed with a couple of pieces of paper.

  “What’s this?” I ask looking at the sheets. One is labeled with the name Van Eric Beasley and the other is Timothy Davis and they appear to be lab results with the single word negative running down the right column.

  “These are blood tests to show you that we’re clean,” Michigan says. “I’m Tim and that bastard is Van.”

  “Oh.” I blink at him. “Should I have gotten one too?”

  “Nah. We know you’re clean but you’re not on the pill, right? We’ll use condoms until you go on the pill. We just wanted you to know you’re safe with us.”

  I bite my lip and feel myself redden but this time from embarrassment. I can’t believe we’re talking about this but I guess it’s safe sex, a conversation I’ve never had with anyone. During the fifth grade health discussion on sex, Father had me pulled from class so I wouldn’t be exposed to the sinful culture of the nonbelievers. “I’m actually on the pill. My periods are painful and irregular without it.”

  Michigan’s hand crumples the papers and even Easy, who appears lighthearted most of the time, sucks in a breath.

  “You okay with no condoms then?” Michigan’s voice is strained.

  I nod shyly and tuck my hair behind my ear. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.”

  Michigan’s head hangs down for a moment as if the weight of what I’ve said is too much for him to handle. Finally he raises his eyes and I swear there is a tiny sheen to them. Without turning to Easy, he says, “Man, I was wrong and you were right. This woman’s perfect for us.”

  Easy slaps a hand against his thigh and cackles. “Annie, mark this down. Michigan never admits to being wrong about anything. This is a real occasion. I think you’ve broken him.”

  “Fuck off,” Michigan says but there’s a hint of a smile playing around his lips.

  All laughter dies off when he reaches for me. Tenderness is on his face and in his touch. He runs his hands over my body from shoulder to toes, again and again, until I’m wholly relaxed yet aroused at the same time. These men know how to extract dozens of sensations I didn’t even know my body was capable of producing.

  Finally he lifts my bare arm and fits another wide etched cuff around my wrist. This one doesn’t have a silver clasp like Easy’s. Instead, it has a miniature buckle, a slim metal half circle, a big letter M and the Death Lords’ logo.

  He raises my wrist to his mouth and presses a kiss against the big vein running down my wrist and than a second kiss against the leather. Easy appears on my other side and picks up my other wrist.

  He pushes my Easy cuff toward my new Michgan cuff and suddenly my wrists are linked together. The cuffs were mirrors of each other and hidden magnets keep the cuffs together if I want. Side by side the words Death Lords starts on one cuff and then the other. The magnets are surprisingly strong but I can pull my wrists apart if I give I twist quick and hard.

  “We’re claiming you, Little Red. You’re ours as long as you wear these cuffs. Your mouth is ours to kiss, your sweet cunt is ours to fuck, and your body is ours to possess.”

  The words of ownership should have made me retreat but instead I open my body to welcome their possession. Excitement captures me. All I want is for them to deliver on all the promises they’ve made.

  Michigan’s mouth treks its way up and down my torso, down my legs and then up again to stop at my center. His finger slides in to test me like the girl at the granary.

  “I’m ready,” I say. My words are barely more than a moan.

  “Yeah, you are,” he responds. He takes himself in hand and positions the purplish head between my legs, the spot that is pulsing as if it has a direct line from my heart. He pushes in slow and gentle but his penis is bigger than even Easy’s three fingers. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay.”

  “But you’re so big,” I can’t help complaining.

  To my side, I hear Easy laugh from the chair he’s settled back into. “You’re going to make him bigger if you keep up that kind of talk.”

  “Shut up, asshole,” Michigan replies. “Your body is made for this, for me, for us. Just relax.” He leans down and kisses me and I’m reminded how different they are. Michigan tastes like rain on a hot summer day. It’s warm inside your mouth but tastes fresh somehow. Easy tastes like mint sunshine, bright and tingly. As he kisses me, he pushes forward and surprisingly he’s right. My body does adjust. I can feel my tissues stretching and there isn’t any pain, not like when he first slid a finger inside. This is more like an ache.

  “That’s it. You’re doing so good, Little Red.” Easy whispers hoarse encouragement from his chair. I glance over and see his glittery eyes roving everywhere, over Michigan’s entry between my legs, his dark head on my breasts, my face. He takes everything in. His hand is fisted around his thick penis, the head of it is dusky red. I watch as his large hand engulfs his penis and then lowers to the base only to rise and squeeze the top.

  The distraction of Easy pleasuring himself ignites my own passion and I stretch wide enough to take Michigan in all the way to the root.

  “You okay?” Michigan rasps.

  I nod, dry-mouthed and anxious but he moves so slow as he retreats and even slower still as he reenters me. There’s still not pain and I relax, smiling for the first time.

  “Yes, I’m okay. It feels…full.”

  “But no pain?”

  “No, no pain.”

  “Good.” He grits his teeth and this time his thrust forward has power. I felt a jolt travel from between my legs up to my eyelids.

  “Oh my God,” I squeak.

  “Shit. What? Did I hurt you?” He pulls out almost all the way and Easy rushes over, abandoning his activity.

  “No,” I laugh softly. If I needed reassurance this is it. These two would never allow harm to come to me, not through their hands or anyone else’s. “No, nothing hurt. It just felt really good.”

  I tug Michigan by his shoulders back down to me, taking the initiative for the first time. The leather rubs across his skin, weighing down my wrists.

  “Make me feel good again,” I whisper with more courage than I thought I had in me. Michigan’s eyes flare and Easy laughs huskily while retaking his chair.

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p; “I never want to hurt you.” Michigan’s voice vibrates with emotion and I realize I’m not the only one who needs encouragement.

  “I know, baby.” I test out the endearment. His response is a broad, wonderful smile. I can tell he doesn’t often smile and I’m blown away by its beauty and sincerity. “Take me,” I plead.

  “I will.” The husky promise sends shivers down my spine.

  He pushes back inside me and this time I close my eyes and savor the sensation. His hair-roughened legs scrape the insides of my thighs. His chest rubs against my tender peaks. One hand is clamped around my hips while the other braces his entire body above me.

  Inside, I can feel the individual ridges of his penis as he shuttles in and out of my body. The dark eroticism of being taken by this man while being watched by another builds an excitement inside me I can’t contain. I clutch Michigan to me, clinging like a wet leaf to his frame as he plunges into me again and again. Each pass seems to hit new nerve endings, new pleasure portals. I can’t catch my breath. Michigan is taking it all from me until he lowers his mouth over mine and gives me life again.

  He spreads my legs wider, kisses me ferociously with his tongue and slams into me repeatedly until I can’t hold onto this realm anymore. I spin out of my head, my eyes shuttering and I can see only a medley of colors and can hear only the harsh panting of our mutual breathless climb over the edge of the cliff.

  Michigan pumps against me, once, twice and then the hot jets of his come spill inside my sex.

  “Fuck, yes!” he shouts and the grip on my hip turns almost bruising under his tight embrace. I love it. I hope I wear the signs of his possession and Easy’s for a long time.

  Michigan pauses and kisses me again, this time with tenderness. Our kiss is long and leisurely and we caress each other in giddy repletion.

  All too soon, he leaves me, pulling away and leaving behind a trail of sticky liquid as he withdraws. “Be back in a minute, sweetheart.” He gives my face a rough caress and then walks off through a nearby door.