by Alexis Angel
Gripping his neck, I lift myself, sliding off of his length, coated in my cream, and then slowly lower myself, sliding into him. He doesn’t move, his face buried in my neck, his breathing still fast and out of control. I know he’s not ready to start back up, but now I’m being selfish, my body hungry for him.
Lifting his head, Alex looks down at me as his hips finally begin rocking, and not a second too soon. The vibrations are already on edge, I know it won’t take long for me, and from the look on his face, I think he’s fighting his own climax.
His jaw is so defined, as he clenches his teeth, glaring at me as I run my nails across his chest, watching his eyes cloud over before his eyelids slowly close, his pace increasing. My moans are loud and long as he slams into me, grunting so aggressively I feel myself losing control.
“Baby! Oh, Alex, baby!” I cry, the waves racking through me. “It’s so… fucking… good…” I cry out as he keeps on ramming me with his cock, his thick shaft completely destroying me. After he’s done with me, I doubt anyone will call my pussy tight ever again. “So fucking good!” I repeat, my brain not bothering to filter out the words coming out of my mouth.
Before I know it, I’m moaning, my throat already complaining from the effort. I don’t care, though: I moan through it, the sound of my own voice bouncing against the walls of the room as my pussy contracts, releasing all of the tension that filled it. I let out a cry as I come hard, my body responding with a jerking motion: with flailing limbs, my whole body starts to twitch. I try and catch my breath as waves of pleasure crash against me, but it’s not an easy task. Desire forces me to breath fast, no time for relaxation of any kind. I’m all action right now.
"More," I manage to whisper, raking my fingers through Alex's hair. "More."
“Oh, fuck! Baby, you're so fucking,” he growls, his hips rocking into me as he lifts and falls into my sex.
“Don’t stop! Oh, baby!” I moan, wrapping my arms and legs tightly around him, pulling into me with every thrust.
“Yeah, baby! Ungh!” he growls, his face now in my neck.
It doesn't take long for me to feel my body teetering on the edge of another orgasm. I shut my eyes and breathe quickly, allowing white-hot sparks of desire to dance behind my eyelids and down my spine.
Tugging at my earlobe, I lose it, screaming his name as I fall into a climactic ecstasy, my body recklessly surging toward him, my greedy pussy begging for more pounding. To my surprise, Alex doesn’t stop, or even slow. Instead, his body rages faster and stronger as my weak limbs struggle to hold onto his flexed muscles.
“Oh, fuck! Zeva! Baby!” He growls, and I tug at his ear, the sound that falls from his lips makes my sex clench as the aftershocks of my orgasm rock through me.
“Give it to me, baby! I want to feel you!” I yell, tugging at his hair.
“Zeva! Baby! Fuck! It’s yours!” He growls, his hands holding my hips so I can’t even move to meet him as he plunges into me.
“Yes! Baby! Ahh, Alex,” I’m moaning now, my lips on his neck as I rub my nose against his skin.
“Fuck! Fuck! I can’t…” He fades out, his voice turning to a growl as he punishes my pussy with reckless thrusts.
I can hardly believe it's possible, but my pussy clenches again. I’m moaning hard, and I’m doing it with Alex's cock inside of me, the sound of these moans nestled in my throat and vibrating through his thickness.
I feel that old familiar voltage creeping in, seeping through my muscles and inundating my mind with pleasure. This time, I fight against the urge to scream, my hands grabbing at the bed sheets until they are balled into my fists.
I’m burning up, my whole body buzzing with delight as I come again. I know every woman on Earth would lie, steal and kill to be right where I am now, and I ride the waves of pleasure, keeping my eyes shut tight until I can re-open them.
After a few more harsh pumps, his pace slows and I feel his cock twitch and spasm, knowing he’s finally let loose, but he doesn’t stop. Rocking into me slowly, he roars so loudly it shocks me, as he releases inside of me. I’ve never felt him this intense, or heard him make such noises. It’s beyond sexy and satisfying, and then he finally slows to a still.
Wrapping my limbs tightly, around him, I rub my hand over his back as he holds me tightly, his face still pressed tightly against my neck. We’re both panting and drenched in sweat, our bodies folding together like they were made for each other.
Then a devious grin forms on his lips as he slides his cock out of me, and then moves his mouth down my body until he reaches my pussy. Then I feel the tip of his tongue running across the crevice between my thighs. He places both hands on my ass and leans into me, placing his mouth right on my pussy and licking it, our cum mingling and coating his tongue. Unable to control myself, I thrust my pussy at his mouth, feeling his mouth pressing against it even harder. In a fraction of a second, he starts sucking almost as if he is possessed, the sound he makes when the edge of my pussy slides inside his lips almost enough to make me come all over again.
"Fuck, you taste good," he growls.
And I correct him. "We taste good," I purr.
When he’s finally done, he opens his eyes and looks at me. Breathing in deeply, he brings his mouth back up to mine and leans in and presses his lips to mine, kissing me softly.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” he whispers, gently pulling back from me and sitting up on the hotel bed. I nod, sitting up next to him as his seed runs out from my pussy. I feel it cascading down my legs in warm, sticky rivulets.
I want him to remember this night forever.
I get up, my skin prickling as all that semen drips down to between my thighs. I lean into Alex, kissing him on the lips. I love how he doesn't flinch at his own taste, and he simply embraces it.
Damn, it seems like all this started an eternity ago. I was an eager virgin, wanting to experience his manhood, nothing more than that. Now look at us… we’ve grown together and shed all layers of insecurity that held us back. We are four—with Wade and Jason, but right here … right now, in this hotel room, Alex and I are simply one.
I can’t help but smile as my eyes wander over his naked body, knowing that his handsome, rugged body is mine.
I run two fingers over my pussy, scooping up a few strands of his warm cum, and take them up to my mouth. Always looking into his eyes, I slide the two cum-coated fingers inside my mouth and lick them dry, popping them out of my mouth with a wet sound.
I go back down to my pussy, using the same two fingers to scoop some more cum, but this time I bring them up to his face. I brush them over his lips and he grins at me, knowing what’s on my mind. The moment he parts his lips, I push my fingers inside his mouth and a shiver goes up my spine as I feel him sucking on them, taking his own cum into his mouth.
“You're just full of surprises, aren't you,” he says, that deep, gravelly voice making me shiver all over again.
“You have no idea,” I tell him, and I mean it.
Wade
I arrive at the motel where Alex and Zeva are, adrenaline still coursing through my veins. Jason and I have been combing the city and luckily Alex found her before something really bad happened. We go inside, look for their room, and I rap my knuckles against the door. Alex opens it, and my eyes dart to Zeva right away; she’s looking shaken but freshly fucked.
I guess Alex did all he could to comfort her.
What? I’m not fucking jealous. But couldn't he wait for us?
"Fuck, we've been looking for you everywhere, Zeva. I'm so glad Alex found you," I hold her and then push her gently away so that I can check every point on her body for bruises, scrapes, any kind of injury.
I see a few cuts on her stomach and my eyes darken in anger. The Iron Legion is going to go down in flames for this. I'll make them pay.
“I got there just in time,” Alex tells me, and the darkness in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. To think Zeva was almost raped by one of those disgusting assholes.
It makes my skin crawl.
But they’ll pay. Oh, they’ll pay.
I kiss her and hold her, my most precious possession in the world. Jason too wants to get in on this. We have been frenzied trying to find her. Now all of that is washing away as we see our girl safe.
"Hmm, Alex seems to have made you feel better," Jason chuckles, and then kisses her.
"Yeah," she says, releasing from his lips and laughing softly. "He made me feel all kinds of better."
Alex smirks from his position on the bed. I wish we had time to get things steamy again in here, but all I'm seeing is red.
And that's all I will see until the war is over.
Now that I see her safe, though, I have to admit I'm feeling a little angry at the way she snuck out of the compound and straight into danger.
"Zeva," my tone is commanding. "What were you thinking leaving the house like that? Didn't you even consider how dangerous it would be? You were almost killed the night before, for fuck's sake. Can't you be more careful? We're in the throes of a war here."
She backs down from my anger, her eyes downcast.
"I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, Zeva,” I whisper, closing in on her, “but you have to realize the amount of danger you're in."
Jason's pissed too. We have to scold her at least a little bit for what she's done. I wish we had the time to punish her with our giant cocks in all the right places, but there's a fight happening that we need to get into.
Jason says, "Zeva, you escaped from me. How could you? You know I might've brought you to the hospital if only you had asked."
He's done it. He can’t hide his frustration, and he's made her cry.
"I'm sorry," she pleads. "I just heard about what happened to Tammi, and I had to get to her right away. I didn't even think about anything else. I just went. I'm sorry."
The tears melt us. It works every time. Now I want to fuck her slowly and tenderly, and let her know that I will always love her no matter how many times she defies me.
Jason goes to comfort her. He lays kisses all over her body and her mouth. Then he starts to move south to her pussy but I stop him. "Jason, we have work to do. This will have to wait until later."
He stops kissing her slim stomach and I see the faint ripple of her gorgeous abs. I want to be the one there between her legs. I want to reveal all passion to her after having been so close to losing her. They each have had a taste of Zeva since the shooting at her house but I have been preoccupied.
I wish now was the time to tenderize her but it just isn't.
"Come on, guys. We need to form a plan. This madness stops tonight." I have to take charge. I am the leader of the MC and it's time to pull out all the stops.
Jason releases Zeva and we all convene at the little table in the corner of motel room. Luckily there's whiskey to help calm the fierce anger coursing through my body.
"So, Wade," Alex says. "What's our next step?"
"We have to go big. With the way they've come after us already, I don't see another way. We’ll destroy every single one of those motherfuckers. They are gonna pay for everyone they hurt, and especially for what happened to Zeva."
"I think we need everyone,” Jason says. “We need all the members to converge in one place so that we can form a direct plan of action."
"Yeah," Alex agrees as Zeva comes up behind him and puts her arms around his neck. She kisses him and I'm jealous. I want those arms around me. I want to get inside of her. My fear is that this may be it. If there's a fight and we die, I will never have Zeva again and that thought is too painful to bear.
"Come here Zeva," I pull her onto my lap so she can feel the way my hard cock’s straining against my jeans. "I've missed you," I whisper into her ear.
"I know, Wade, me too. I was so worried about you," she takes my face in her eyes and stares into my eyes like she's trying to memorize them. "Please be careful whatever you do."
"I will," I say this with all confidence. With her to think about now, I actually want to use caution. I pour her some whiskey and she takes a sip, and then another. She kisses me softly, the hard taste of whisky jumping from her lips to mine.
I fucking love this girl and there's no going back. We have to win this war so that I can fuck her into eternity.
I won’t lose.
The guys watch as I kiss Zeva, and I know we're all rock hard for her. There’s adrenaline streaming through our bodies, making all the senses heightened and the importance of this moment more real.
"So, let's call everyone to meet at The Honey Pot. Tell them to bring their game faces. The struggle is real, and war is at our doorstep."
They do as I say, and as much as I hate to leave her, we have to.
"Zeva," I tell her in earnest. "You need to stay here for your own safety."
She pouts her bottom lip out and I want to bite it.
"I shouldn't have to stay. I belong with you guys."
Jason squeezes her ass. "It's better this way. You don't want to see what's about to go down. It'll scar you for life."
We each kiss her, lips lingering on lips, and then we leave.
We peel out of the motel and prepare for the fight of our lives.
Zeva
Nighttime has descended and I see the black sky outside of the little window of my motel room. There is no moon and even the stars seem not to shine tonight, during this time of … battle, pain, and conflict.
I know this feeling. I’ve felt it before. I was terrified to lose my dad on a similarly black night and guess what? I did. He just...died. And all for the sake of some stupid biker territory war. Yeah, I get that it’s like family to them, but when lives are at stake why can they not just opt out?
I'm in the motel shower just letting the day drip from my body. I’m imagining all the fear and anger and pain swirling down the drain and out of my life. I try to visualize the negativity washing right off of me but there’s no way to escape the internal angst that I feel. This is real and it’s happening. There’s a war out there and I’m in here helpless. I could’ve helped. I could’ve at least benefited by being near the action and not holed up here alone.
My thoughts turn dark.
This has been a truly harrowing experience and I see now what the guys and the MC are up against. This isn’t a joke. Now that I've witnessed bullets flying past my head, and nearly being raped, I consider Wade's position as leader of the club in a new light.
They want me safe, and they wanted to avoid war, but now it’s happening. I didn't think The Iron Legion even knew who I was, but when I left to see Tammi they were watching me. I could've died. Suddenly Wade, Jason, and Alex’s anger at me makes sense. I have to seek their forgiveness. I never should've left the compound that day. I may have put lives at risk. I hope I haven't broken things beyond repair.
The water slides down my body, washing away all the pain and hurt. I've been in here for what feels like an hour and the water's turning cold. I shut it off and towel-dry my hair. I wipe the steam from the bathroom mirror and stare at my reflection. I wonder again at how this all has happened to me. I have three guys, three beasts of men, loving me. It’s not just lust, though that is there for sure. We have something deeper, all of us. I care about them in unique ways. I've probably loved them from afar this whole time but I never dreamed the feelings were reciprocated. Now that I know that they are, that it’s real between us, it's like for a second I'm living in a dream, where all my fantasies come true.
And yet right at the crest of my life, when everything is coming together so perfectly I am also faced with losing it all. Ironic, isn’t it? Just as things are getting good I have the potentiality of being left with nothing. Maybe this is the story of my life. Maybe I am destined to fail, to be alone, and to never have love. At least being in the biker world seems to produce these results. They all die young. Why am I surprised? I begged the guys to refrain, to make it legit and just no one could hear me. And now, I am staring at my reflection in a crappy motel
mirror thinking of the possible bloodbath that’s about to go down. It’s so depressing really. But more than that I feel fear. Just cold fear about what will happen. What if one of them dies? I am attached to all three men and the prospect of losing all or even one of them would crush me forever and I won’t be the same.
I blink to hold back the tears. I finish drying my hair with the towel and then I curl up in bed. The scratchy sheets hurt my naked skin but I barely notice. Why did they leave me? I belong by their side.
This time I won’t run. I won’t even move until I hear word of something. I just don’t see why they thought I should be alone. Here I am, left to my own devices, thoughts of torment and loss.
Darkness.
None of it is okay. I would do anything to escape this war unfettered. I'm so afraid.
I lay my head down and hold my cell phone, begging it to ring and to deliver me news. I need to know either way what’s happened. Is my life over or is it still just beginning? The silence is deafening but I wait, and I wait, and I wait.
This shoddy motel room is overcast though by thoughts of blood, and war, and fighting. How can I not sit here and reflect on the same kind of night when my dad went away and did not come home. He was lost in the fire of a thousand bullets, and it all seemed…just not worth it. What did he die for? Some ill-placed sense of duty?
I know about loyalty and I know about the biker life, but on nights like these, when your heart is full of worry, it's hard to remember why I stayed in it.
It did it because it's home, I did it for the guys, but if I lose them tonight…all my loyalty will have been in vain. I'm just not prepared to go through another torturous grief like that. If I lose one of them, I lose myself…and who knows if I'll ever be able to pick up the pieces of my life then.
