by Franca Storm
"Aww. You big softie."
"Shut it. Everybody needs to blow off some steam after everything that's gone down in the last few months. Even Spartan's taking a break."
"It's gonna be weird him being back tomorrow and you not being Acting Prez anymore. It's been a good time seeing you lead. You've got a gift for it."
"Appreciate that, Wreck." We bumped fists, then I headed back into the clubhouse to search out Anarchy.
The lights were already dimmed, the music already pumping hardcore so I could barely hear myself think. And some of the boys were already getting their drink on. Furniture had been moved around to a setup more conducive for fooling around and getting down and dirty.
Not my scene at all, but the boys needed it. Spartan hated pussy parties, so tonight was the last chance to do it, before he came back tomorrow afternoon.
It was gonna be one hell of a night.
***
Things were wild as all fuck.
It turned out, having a quiet drink up at the bar hadn't been possible.
With Spartan out, I was technically Prez, as far as all the girls were concerned. And, shit, they were like moths to a fucking flame. Rejecting one didn't send a message either. More kept coming with brazen offer after brazen offer. Even making it clear I was with somebody didn't work as a deterrent. In fact, it seemed to rile them up more.
Thankfully, Anarchy and Tricks had noticed the interest swirling around me and had taken advantage of it, fielding them away for themselves. I'd been flashed so many tits, asses and even pussies tonight that I'd lost count and it'd all blended together. Fuck.
It was my own fault. For so long, I'd been one of the biggest flirts in the club. On my end, it was just fun and harmless with no intention of any follow through. But that didn't always translate well to the women who came to these kind of parties. They wanted a piece of the club members, not just a sly look or a dirty word or two. With the way I liked to get down and dirty, I couldn't just hook up with a stranger. There needed to be a foundation and some hardcore trust before I took it there with anybody. And now, everything was different. I'd shut down the flirting entirely, out of respect for Sky. It was an adjustment for everybody.
Speaking of adjustments, as I took in Jesse nursing his glass of whiskey on the stool beside me, it seemed he was undergoing the largest one of all. It didn't take any major skills of perceptiveness to see that he was way out of his element at the moment. In fact, I'd wager that he had never been to a party like this one in his life. Whenever a scantily-clad babe approached us, he hunkered down on his stool and stared into his glass hard enough to bore a hole right through it.
"You all right?" I asked, turning from the room, and giving him my full attention.
He swallowed a big, burning gulp of his whiskey, then gave me a wholly unconvincing nod. "Yeah. Good."
I cocked an eyebrow in challenge.
Blowing out a breath, he admitted, "This isn't really my scene."
"It's not for everybody," I told him. "Spartan isn't down for this kind of thing either, so, you know, this doesn't need to be a part of your club life. It's your call."
A few months ago, Jesse had gotten caught in the crossfire between Spartan and his enemies. He'd suffered a major beatdown that had taken him weeks to recover from and his surveillance operations had been exposed, forcing him to shutdown completely and take refuge here, under the roof of the Iron Kings Motorcycle Club.
Once things had settled down, Spartan had made him an offer. To become one of us. An Iron Kings MC member. Jesse had been torn between returning to his long-standing lone wolf status where he functioned independently or becoming a part of a close-knit brotherhood where no man functioned alone. So, right now he was basically operating as a glorified hanger-on, keeping close to the club as much as he could, while also maintaining his solo operations for the time being. He had a little while longer to make a definitive decision. From what I'd witnessed, he seemed to be leaning toward joining us. Tonight, aside, he just fit. He was beyond trusted already with all the help he'd given us, the fact that he'd actually saved Prez's life not long ago. Wraith's too, actually. The guy was the ultimate protector, a formidable shield. It would be ace having him on board. Only time would tell.
Right now, though, it was my turn to protect him.
I pushed off my stool and told him, "Let's head outside and get some fresh air."
To say he looked relieved was an understatement. The guy was trying so hard to fit in. The thing was, he didn't need to. The club already loved and respected him. Jesse was an intense kind of guy. It was clear he had to go above and beyond and get everything exactly right. In time, he'd find that he didn't need to do that when it came to just hanging with the boys. They were cool like that once somebody had gained their trust. Jesse might not technically be club, as it stood right now, but he was also very far from being an outsider to any of us.
I led him outside with me, shielding him from the craziness as we made our way through the crowded, on-the-verge-of-being-out-of-control party inside the clubhouse.
The moment we made it through and into the quiet courtyard, Jesse's whole demeanor changed. He noticeably calmed and he squared his shoulders, looking like the confident guy who knew just how damned good he was at what he did.
As we fell into a chilled conversation, just shooting the shit, I felt myself starting to calm as well. Damn, that had been a lot in there. Way too sexually-charged for somebody like me. Jesus Christ. I was worked up something fierce, all of it calling to my addiction, my need for intense, no-holds-barred fucking. All I could see was Sky, though. All I could feel was my need for her. I'd even tried to rationalize leaving here and riding down to her place. But I couldn't just take off out of the clubhouse while a wild party like this was going down.
So, I settled into a casual conversation with Jesse about this and that. After a while, it turned into a debate about which bike he should go for—Harley or Triumph? I was Harley all the way these days, but I'd also had several other bikes when I'd been younger, including crotch rockets, which a bunch of the boys made fun of. At the end of the day, it was all about personal preference. You couldn't impose your own stuff on another rider.
"Okay, all noted. I'll think about it," he finally said. "Thanks, Deviant."
"Anytime. I—"
My thought was interrupted by my phone buzzing in the back pocket of my leather pants.
"One second," I told Jesse, pulling it out.
Eyeing the call display, I was stunned to see that it was Sky calling me. I swiped to answer. "Hey, sugar."
"I could use a hand, sweets."
I tensed, my body and mind alike going on high alert. "What's wrong? Are you in trouble?"
"I just need presidential authorization. Turn around. The gates."
Frowning, I spun around and eyed the gates.
Sure enough, there she was, waving at me as Alex and Gavin blocked her way into the courtyard. Well, they were doing their jobs. She wasn't actually on the list.
Jesse followed my line of sight and grinned. "Go handle it. I'm going to take off and drop by Finn and Ashley's for a bit."
"All right, friend," I said, giving him a brotherly slap on the shoulder.
He smiled, then took off to his truck parked on the other side of the lot.
I strode over to where Sky was at and pushed through the gates, whispering to the guys, "Good job keeping to the list, but she can come on through."
Even though she was my woman, it didn't automatically mean she was allowed inside the clubhouse at all times. A lot of the boys didn't want their women around when a pussy party was going on. Even if the members were just working that same night and not actively a part of it, some of their women didn't accept that and freaked about their guys being anywhere near club whores and the whole scene. It made for a load of drama
I held my hand out to Sky and beckoned her inside, not worried about her freaking out. She got the whole thing, and she was easygoing about
this sort of thing. She ran a notoriously wild nightclub for fuck's sakes. She'd seen a lot. Things like this couldn't shock her.
When she reached me, I wrapped my arm around her and walked us through the courtyard.
"Pussy party, huh?"
I nodded.
"Have you been standing out here the whole time?" she asked with a laugh, knowing how I was about crowds and everything.
"I'm close to getting mauled anytime I set foot back in there. It's the whole Acting Prez thing. It's fucking crazy."
She stroked my chest. "Aww, you poor baby," she teased. "Don't worry, I'm here now. I'll protect you."
"Why are you here? Is everything all right?"
Concern blanketed her face. She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on the hard-on tenting my pants. And her expression shifted all of a sudden. Smiling brightly, she twirled out of my hold around her and skipped backward crooking her finger at me. "Let's take care of you."
"Sky."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her. "Surrounded by half-naked women, probably actual fucking itself, fielding brazen come-ons all night… it's not good for your… situation. I know you need a release." She tugged my hand forward, urging me along. "So, let's take care of it."
I nodded and let her lead me along. "Yeah."
She was right. I was in a state. Until I got it out of my system, my head wouldn't be clear, so I wouldn't be able to focus on whatever she'd come here to talk to me about anyway.
When we reached the clubhouse door, I grabbed her hips, stopping her from entering. She spun around in my hold. "D?"
"Let's go around the back way."
She frowned. "There's no back way to your room."
"There is to my office."
"Mmm. I've never been in there."
I hauled her up against me. "I'd been hoping I'd get to use the toys I've got in there."
"You've been storing toys in there for us?"
"Figured with your business with us, you'd be coming up here a lot in the near future."
"And here I am, already here."
"I'm gonna fuck you all over my desk," I growled as I started carrying her around to the back entrance, hurrying my ass up now that visual of her bent over my desk was out there teasing me.
We were through the security door, down the hallway and bursting into my office in no time. I kicked it shut. She locked it. Ace teamwork as usual with us.
I eased her down onto my desk chair and leaned in close. "I'm glad you're here," I said, nuzzling her neck. "Not just for the fucking."
"I know. Me too." Her eyes hooded with desire. She fisted her hand in my t-shirt, jerking me tighter to her, then crushed her lips to mine, kissing me long and hard. Her hand snaked around, gripping the back of my neck and holding me to her.
My dick jerked as I felt her nails score my skin, letting me know she was eager to play.
I eased back, opened my desk drawer, and pulled out some cuffs.
"Mmm," she breathed. "Nice."
I took her hand and pulled her to her feet.
My hand trailed down to her ass, the hem of her skirt, playing with it, before walking my fingers up her thighs. "Damn, this skirt's been killing me since the second I saw you standing at the gates."
She stepped back enough to unzip her fitted leather jacket. "Well, I wanted to dress the part," she said, as she opened it and shrugged it off, letting it pool on the floor at her feet. Underneath was a glittering silver strappy top that pushed her perky tits into a mouthwatering cleavage. My gaze swept down the length of her body, lingering on her thigh-high leather boots. Jesus Christ. She was stunning. "You're really working the whole biker chick thing, huh?"
She grinned. "I know."
"Did you wear this to work?"
"Hell, no. You know my work demands more conservative fashion choices." She reached out and stroked my cheek. "I wore this just for you and your miniskirt fetish."
"Nobody works them like you," I said, rubbing her thighs up and down.
Then I grasped the hem of her top and eased it over her head, tossing it across my office floor. She grinned slyly and unclasped her bra, making a sexy show as she slid it off, then tossed it away, baring her perky tits. Goddamn.
As I pulled my t-shirt over my head, she tugged down her panties and skirt in one move.
I unbuckled my belt, watching as she reached for her thigh-high boots.
"Uh uh. Leave them on."
"Yeah?" she asked, grinning slyly. "Turning you on, huh?"
"You have no idea, woman." Pushing my pants down enough to free my straining cock, I grasped her hips and pulled her into me. "But you're about to."
Her eyes burned with desire.
I spun her around so she was facing the desk. "Spread," I commanded, giving her ass a stinging slap.
She did as she was told, opening her legs as wide as she could.
I crouched down and snapped a cuff to each of her ankles, binding them to the legs of the desk.
Rising to my feet, I told her, "Tits flat on the desk. Push that sweet ass out."
My dick jerked as I watched her obey me, pressing her upper body tight across the width of the desk. She struggled a bit with her ankles bound to push her ass up and out, but she managed it, presenting herself to me.
It was a hell of a sight, her naked except for her sexy boots, laying all submissive, bound and ready across my desk.
"Good girl," I crooned, leaning over her and trailing my hands up the sides of her tits, before snatching up my ruler on the edge of the desk. I held it in front of her face for her to take in and she grinned, her body trembling with anticipation.
I pulled back and crouched down between her spread legs.
I licked the length of her, tasting her leaking juices, spreading them over her clit, then flicking it hard with my tongue.
"Yes! Oh my God, D!"
Stopping, I stood back watching her squirm and pull at the cuffs.
"Reach back and spread yourself open. Show me your pretty pussy."
She spread her lips open with her fingers.
I struck her with the ruler, just shy of her clit.
She yelped.
I delivered two rapid smacks, making her jolt and fight to close her legs a bit.
"Keep your legs open, naughty girl."
She obeyed and I aimed the ruler directly at her clit. It connected right on.
"Oh, God, D!" she cried, bucking her hips wildly trying to hump the desk. Her pussy was leaking like crazy. This kinky shit got her off big time.
Her reactions had me right on the edge. I needed more. Now.
I tossed the ruler on the floor and reached over her again, the desk creaking from my weight bearing down on top of her.
"Mmm," she murmured at the feel of my body against hers.
I opened my drawer and pulled out a sealed packet containing a purple butt plug. I opened it quickly and closed my fingers around it, hiding it so she couldn't see the erotic surprise inside.
Sliding my free hand down between her legs, I played with her pussy, circling just shy of her clit with lazy strokes of my fingers, wetting my fingers in her juices.
I wiped them all over the butt plug, coating it, lubing it up well.
And then I leaned down and licked her pussy lips, wetting her fingers right there holding herself open to me as I went. She moaned out, shuddering as I teased her with feather-light, slow strokes of my tongue.
I kept it up for a while until she was writhing and mewling.
Then I circled her tight little ass with the plug. She jolted and gasped.
I flicked her clit hard with my tongue.
At the same time, I eased the plug into her asshole slowly, just the tip in there.
Another flick to her clit.
I pushed the plug in a full inch, then stopped.
"D!" she cried, desperately.
"Keep that pussy open wide," I told her.
And then I buried my face in her pussy and went to town on her h
ardcore, while I eased the plug the rest of the way into her ass. Her greedy hole held it in there buried deep.
As I ate her out, my tongue, teeth, lips smothering her sweet pussy and tasting every inch, I slapped the butt plug.
She screamed out in pleasure.
I slapped it again.
Harder.
Faster.
I sucked her clit into my mouth.
With a twist of the plug, she shrieked, her ass bouncing as she bucked her hips wildly. She exploded, cumming on my tongue.
Rising up quickly and licking my lips, I grabbed hold of my cock and drove it home, filling her pussy in one rough thrust.
"Fuck!" she cried.
I pounded into her, fucking her like a madman.
She clawed at the desk, panting, screaming, losing her shit. She was a goddamn vision. Holy hell, the way she got so fucking wild… there was nothing like it.
Grabbing her right hip, I picked up my pace, my cock jackhammering in and out of her. I grabbed the plug with my free hand, giving it a couple of twists that had her bucking, then plunged it in and out of her tight little ass.
"D, fuck!"
"Yeah, sugar. I know how much anal play gets you off."
I pumped it harder, rougher, until it matched the pace of my cock slamming into her.
She pulled at her hair, panting, her cries getting hoarse. She strained against the cuffs, fighting against them. Yeah, she was right on the edge. And, fuck, so was I. I could feel the thing teasing the hell out of my shaft.
"Gonna spray you with my cum, Sky."
She shuddered. "Shit."
I grinned. "You feel that plug stretching your ass?"
"Yes," she gasped out.
"So fucking needy, sucking it in deep as I ream your tight little hole."
"Oh my God."
"Reach back and play with your pussy."
She scrambled to do it right away, frantic, panting. Hell, yeah.
My balls drew tight as I watched her fingers go to work.
"Harder," I commanded. "Don't touch your clit."
She whimpered, struggling to follow my orders and keep off the one area she needed attention the most right now.
"Good girl."
I started switching it up with the plug, twisting, fucking her ass, then twisting again.
