CARSON_Satan’s Ravens MC

by Kathryn Thomas

  He only grunted in return, and she knew he was enjoying the scene she was setting for him. She walked over to him and turned around and she rubbed her ass on his arm. A firm smack on her left butt cheek warmed her up, and she moaned because it felt so good.

  “You have to be patient,” she reminded him, but she was happy to see the look of lust on his face.

  “Are we changing roles now, Kelli?” Cocking and eyebrow at her he looked like he was trying to figure out what was going on with her and coming up short. Now you see how it feels to be the one without information, don’t you?

  “I don’t know. You’ll have to keep watching to find out.” She moved behind him and rubbed her hands down his chest only to lightly graze his cock on the way up. This hiss that left his throat was like a decadent dessert for Kelli. Having that much of an affect over a man like Carson made her heart swell and fill with pride.

  “How long is this going to be? I’m hungry.” He growled that sentence so she was sure he was talking about getting his desires met and unloading the fat cock that was bobbing as he flexed and relaxed himself.

  “If you want, we can eat dinner first.” She stopped in her tracks if the man wanted food more than he wanted sex, then he must be famished. Her mother was 100 percent Italian, and she believed in feeding everyone. She knew how that felt even if she didn’t cook. This man wouldn’t go hungry on her watch.

  “You know that’s not what I’m talking about. I’d give up eating for tonight if you were going to be the feast.” He always said the right thing, and sometimes she wondered if he was just that slick or if he really meant it. Her mind was double and triple checking everything recently, and she had to learn to just live for the now and be happy with what she had.

  “That would make me an unkind hostess if I didn’t feed you what and when you wanted.” She walked around to face him, and she straddled his lap while she stood. His light green eyes were almost black as his pupils were dilated almost fully. Rubbing her nipple back and forth against his lips seemed to spark something in him, and he opened up and sucked her inside the warmth. She knew he figured out how much she liked her breasts played with, but normally he worked his way up to the hard sucks and sharp bites that could send her over the edge. “You know I like that.”

  His only response was to suck harder, and when she put her hands in his hair to hold him the way she wanted him, he let go only to nip her nipple with a sharp bite. She pulled away, and the slight pain she felt from pulling out while he had massive suction going on only brought her closer to the end. This isn’t what she wanted. He was the leader even when she was trying to be in charge.

  “Mmm… bring your sweet tits back to my mouth. I love the way your face scrunches up and your hips rock when I suck you.” He licked his lips like he was missing his favorite treat, and it was difficult not lowering her breasts back to his waiting mouth.

  She didn’t even have a response for that because she wanted him to get to the same level of arousal that she had, and he wasn’t going to get it until he was wet with her juice and she was riding him into the night.

  “Did you bring a condom?” He asked right when she was going to sit down on him and bring them both pleasure.

  “No, but do we need one right now?” For a split second, she thought about what she’d wanted earlier, having no barrier between them and wondered what he’d think of that.

  “Yes, baby. Your family have to be spitting mad at me right now, but I don’t want to send you home pregnant. We brought enough condoms to last for years, even at the rate that we’re going. I have a few in the back pocket of my jeans.” He watched her until she got up and moved to get the small piece of rubber that was going to save them from responsibilities he apparently wasn’t ready for yet.

  She bent over to retrieve one out of his pocket and then threw it in his direction. This wasn’t going to change what she was going to do to him, but it was going to change her thinking. It seemed like Carson knew this was a short term thing, and she was almost mad at herself for the pain that caused. She’d been thinking the very same thing, but for it to come out of his mouth made it more real and somehow more painful.

  “What’s the matter, Princess?” He said as he ripped the package and had himself covered in green latex almost as fast as his thoughts seemed to be able to go.

  “Nothing. I’m just waiting for my cowboy to suit up and get ready.”

  “Climb aboard. This train is ready to ride.” He didn’t look like he totally believed her, but he was too much of a gentleman to call her out, his thick cock was hard, and he looked like he could use a nice hard fuck.

  Even when she could feel the twang of heartache that was going to, no doubt, kick her in the heart later, he could still make her laugh. This was one special man. He knew how to keep secrets, maybe too well, and they really complimented each other. She had hopes of him staying around long after this fiasco was over, but her mind wasn’t able to see how that was going to happen.

  “I wanted a cowboy not a train conductor,” she reminded him.

  “Whatever you wanted, I’m prepared to give it, so hop on and do your worst.” He looked so amused and happy with himself, she almost forgot he wanted to kick her to the curb at his earliest convenience.

  She straddled his lap again, but this time she didn’t stop for him to snack on her nipples. She lowered herself onto his dick and sank down onto his lap. He held her by her ass, but she knew that she had this under control as she started to stand until his cock was out of her warmth and his head was just kissing the inside of her pussy. Kelli watched him as she slammed back down on his cock and was over taken by the look of pleasure on his face. His mouth was open just a bit, and his furrowed brow indicated he was enjoying this very much.

  Again and again she stood up and slammed down until she started to feel the arousal in herself building to top speeds. She made her lifts and drops quicker and more meaningful because they were both getting to the place where she’d wanted to take him.

  “Move it, cowgirl,” Carson said as he struggled to catch his breath. “I’m ready to drop my load, but I’m not coming until you do.”

  “Is that a promise?” She loved goading him, and the sly smile he’d given her in return said he enjoyed her goading almost as much.

  She thought he was going to answer as he opened his mouth a bit more, but then he must have decided to change his mind as he brought his hands up to her ass and gave a few tentative squeezes before he started to set his own demanding pace with her body.

  “Carson, I wanted to do it,” she moaned and then berated herself for sounding like a whiney 5 year old. Damn it, she’d wanted to fuck him for once. Drain him of his essence without him having to help.

  “Unf… I can’t wait, baby. I want you to come with me now.” He was setting a demanding pace almost like he was using her as his own personal fuck toy. Somewhere in the middle of al that he leaned down and bit her nipple, and she went from 0 to 100 in terms of how she could get off. He was lifting his ass of the chair and holding her to him as he grunted and moaned his way to completion. Carson wasn’t silent like he was normally after sex, and the aftershocks that seemed to rack his body was affecting her as well. He licked her other nipple as he helped her stand and get off his dick.

  She moved over to the sink to get something to clean him off with. The sexiness of the moment was dimmed a bit by his declaration that he was not in this to win this but to make sure she was okay before he moved on. Kelli looked over to find Carson getting rid of the condom he’d filled up. When he saw her watching him he smiled at her and came to the sink. She handed him a warm cloth, and then she went to sit at the table.

  “So, has my cowgirl worked up an appetite?” He moved to sit next to her as they both moved to fix their plates.

  “Yes you did a great job helping me with that.” Did that come off kind of pouty? She was trying to keep it at bay, but damn it for not really working.

  “Me? That was all you, darlin�
�.” He was so good to her. That she wanted to be the one to get him off must have come across to him, and he wanted to make sure she was pleased. That had to be what was going on, and she wanted to kiss him for it.

  She knew he had to feel the tension in the air because although she’d been a master at hiding her feelings in the past, it didn’t seem like it was working the way it should this time. Her future was so uncertain and what she did know wasn’t positive. It was possible she was looking at Carson to save her from an existence that wasn’t going to be pleasant, and she should probably start trying to think of some options for herself. It was funny because she was never one to want people to think or plan for her, but with Carson she’d fallen right in line for that.

  “I don’t think so. It was your hands slamming me down on your cock, and it was your bite that send my body to the next level.” She watched him as he came up with an answer for that one.

  “The plan to seduce me at the table and the directions you gave me got me all wound up but that’s not taking anything from you. You did all that. You made up the fun and brought the sexy. That was all you. I was just the beneficiary that got too excited and had to do something with my hands.” He was able to pack away a lot of food, and for that she was glad. She knew he had to be hungry for more than just, food and she liked satisfying him.

  “Thanks Carson. Whether that is the truth or not I’m going to hold on to it for now.”

  “Good idea,” he said as he dug back into his food like a man who’d not eaten… ever.

  “I think after dinner I want to talk to Argo and figure out what is going on here. I need to think about my next move.” She knew that Carson didn’t want her involved, but this was her life too, and she wasn’t going to sit by and let others plan it out for her.

  “That’s probably a good idea. Then you can get a feel of how your family is doing. That’s bound to make you feel good. Plus he wanted to talk to you anyway. I forgot to mention that when you came out on the balcony. You made me think of other things, and my mind slipped away from me.”

  She looked over at him at the same time he looked at her.

  “What?” He asked when it was apparent he didn’t know why she was staring at him.

  “I just realized that you don’t have any family to call about your situation, and I got really sad for you. My family is fucked up, and I’m hoping they don’t have plans to kill me, but they’re mine and at the end of the day I know they wouldn’t hurt me… too much,” she said looking at the lonely man he must be.

  “I’ve got the brotherhood behind me, so don’t you worry. You are going to make it out of this with flying colors.” He didn’t look sad or concerned, and that made her feel better, but she wondered if he was just good at holding those emotions back or if he really gave no fucks about not having any biological family available to comfort him.

  “Still you don’t have any word about what’s going on in the streets?” She thought she’d change the subject because she didn’t want it to be uncomfortable for him. He was always trying to soothe her and make her feel good, and here she was throwing in his face how he didn’t have anyone to help him.

  “I’ve got lots of words but no resolutions, and that’s what I need right now.”

  He was pretty quiet throughout the rest of the meal, and she wondered what was going on in his mind. After the meal was over, he helped her clean the table and put the food away. She thought she may just watch a movie while he did whatever, but when she settled herself on the couch, he returned with the phone.

  “Hello,” she said knowing who it probably was but not ready to talk until she was sure.

  “Hey Halfpint,” Argo said from the other end of the phone. She had loved Little House on the Prairie when she was little, and he was never going to let her forget that.

  “One day, you are going to stop calling me that.” She said in a mockingly serious tone.

  “Maybe, but today isn’t that day. How have you been? You know that everyone is looking for you.” Argo was rarely serious when it came to her, but it seemed like he was making an exception since the situation was dire. The whiplash she almost got from him going from playful to serious made her nauseated, but she knew that this was the main reason for the call.

  “I know. How is Papa doing? What is he saying?” She wasn’t really sure she wanted to know what he was saying, but she was a big girl, and she was going to have to find a way to make this right.

  “Well you know your Papa... he’s mad as hell and not talking rationally. I won’t even go into what he’s saying because I don’t believe he means it.” Argo cleared his throat, and that’s when she knew it was bad. For whatever reason, he could say whatever he wanted to almost anyone he wanted, but if he had to lie to her, it was like the words got stuck in his throat. It was a great tell because there were times when he hid so much under his pleasant demeanor and sunny disposition that she had a hard time telling fact from fiction.

  There was a short silence that she didn’t know how to fill because she was suddenly terrified. Her father was one of the scariest men she’d ever known, but she’d never been frightened of him until right now. The anger and hostility had never been directed toward her and now that it was, she was she felt like her world was upside down.

  “Kelli?” Argo’s voice pulled her back into the conversation.

  “Yeah?” She sounded like they did when she’d got them lost on an expedition into the forest when they were kids. Argo had come along and joined her, but when she had to admit that they were lost, she cried like a baby. He had been looking at his compass and led them right back to where they were supposed to be. It was then that she knew that he would be the perfect leader, but she hoped her father hadn’t figured that out because she didn’t want him to be in danger.

  “You know that bracelet you have that I gave you a few years back?”

  “The pink diamond one right? The one that never leaves my wrist? The one that cost over a million dollars? That bracelet?” She knew what he was talking about, but she was still lost in the fog of fear and wanted to show him that she still had some good spirits about her.

  “I need you to give it to me for a bit. Your father doesn’t think you’re alive, and I told him that you were, but he needs proof. Everyone knows that you never take it off.” He sounded like he’d tried to think that through, but the plan sounded flawed to her ears.

  “Wouldn’t that tell him that I was dead? If I never take it off and it’s off now, what’s the correlation?” She didn’t want to give up her bracelet but more than that she didn’t see what that would do.

  “You could write a letter with it. That might give him the proof he wants and needs.” Argo seemed like he was just trying to do his best, so she decided not to give him a hard time.

  “How would I get it to you?” She wasn’t sure what this was, but it didn’t feel right to her. Argo hadn’t ever directed her the wrong way, so she wouldn’t dispute what he was asking of her. It could have been that there was just so many doubts in her mind, it was making her leery of everything and everyone.

  “Give the phone to Carson. I’ll talk to him about how we can make the switch. I’m going to ask that you don’t come with him because that would be too risky. Don’t argue with him about it, and don’t try to do any dumb stunts. This isn’t like when we were kids going off on a grand adventure. There are real guns involved, and I would roll around in my grave if I knew something happened to you. Please know that I love you and I can’t wait to see you again.”

  “You’re not going to kill him are you?” Kelli almost laughed hysterically. This was the weirdest conversation she thought she’d ever had, and with the life she led, that was saying something. It was like telling a five year old not to put something in their mouths when you knew it was their natural instinct.

  “That’s not my plan.” The words were delivered in the way he normally spoke, but there was something underlying in them. This was just all kinds of screwed up, and s
he didn’t know how to take anything. Was she being too sensitive, or did she really hear something sinister in Argo’s tone?

  “That was a really sketchy answer,” she said to him and waited for him to respond, but the answer didn’t come as quickly as she thought it should have.

  “Well this is very sketchy business. Like I said it’s not my plan to kill him. I just need the bracelet to slow down their pursuit of you. I’m working with Carson on some things to clean this mess up, but this shit is getting deep, and I’m not sure if it’s not going to blow up in all of our faces. My advice to you is not to get too wrapped up in this guy. He’s got a bad rep, and all your life you’ve done nothing but try your best to stay away from types like him. Keep that shit up; that guy is going to bring you down.”

  “You don’t know that for sure,” she said not willing to accept what her cousin was saying about Carson as truth.

  “You’re right. I don’t. The guy actually seems pretty cool for someone who was sent here to kill me, but the fact remains that you have defied the odds of staying out of trouble for this long, and now here you are with your first criminal type and you’ve disrespected your father, something you’ve never done before, and ran off to warn the enemy in your father’s eyes. You’ve totally lost your senses. Don’t let good dick make you change your life.” Argo hadn’t ever talked to her like this, but she assumed that the man was trying to look out for her like he always did.