Satan’s Devils MC -Colorado Box Set: Books 4-6

by Mellett, Manda

  I view relationships like Mel has with Pyro as being far out of my reach. In my experience, men just aren’t protective of me, rather seeing me in the role of protector.

  Ink, well, he’s a million miles away from any other man I’ve ever had in my bed.

  If I were asked, I’d say my preference is to be an equal player, to give tit for tat. When I’m touched, to touch back. Ink’s not giving me a chance to do that. He’s keeping me off kilter, but any complaint dies on my lips as I discover I don’t hate what he’s doing.

  He isn’t polite, he’s taking what he wants, and I’m fast discovering that’s exactly how I want it too.

  He’d wasted no time homing in on my nipples. Instead of gradually increasing the pressure to what I enjoy, exploring to find out what I might like, he applied it immediately. My breasts have always been sensitive, they might be small, but someone playing with them always turns me on. Ink’s roughness was just what I needed. It just wasn’t what I’d expected.

  He expects me to take what he gives without being an active participant myself, it’s something I’d never have said I’d enjoy. But, oh boy, when he starts licking me there, his pressure is just right, and he seems to know where everything is and exactly how to find it. Jeez. He’s found my G-spot now, when other men I’d been with would have been unable to find it with Siri’s help and a map.

  His mouth is on my clit, his fingers inside me. With my tits still throbbing from the pinches he’d administered, I’m not going to last long.

  How many women must he have pleasured to know exactly what to do?

  A lot. But I knew what I was getting in to when I asked for sex with a biker. My friend Mel doesn’t come into work every day with a huge satisfied smile on her face for no reason. Now, I suspect I’m finding out why.

  My brain switches off as my muscles start clenching, little ripples across my stomach until oh, yeah, there. I scream. I can’t help it.

  As I try to get my breath back, I feel cooler air on my skin as he lifts his body away. Cracking open my eyes, I watch as he takes the couple of steps he requires to get to his pants and delves into a pocket. Then he comes back carrying a handful of condoms, they flutter down on to the bed. I try to count them. Six? Seven? Really?

  He sees my eyes widen and grins. “Promised you wouldn’t be able to walk.”

  Disobeying him, I lower my hand and wave toward the packs on the bed. “Prove it.”

  “That’s four. Five unless you put your hand back.”

  My brow furrows as I’ve no idea what he’s talking about, but as he’s ceased all movement and is just waiting, I do what he says, and once again have my hands clasped behind my head. Then I watch entranced as he tugs at his dick before swiftly opening the first packet, and covering himself with latex.

  Jeez. This man can move fast. Next thing I know, he’s between my thighs, my ass slightly raised and my legs up over his shoulders. Then… Oh, he’s pushing in.

  I was teasing him about his size. He’s by far the biggest man I’ve been with, a cock in proportion to his even taller-than-me height and muscular body. It’s thick and long and there’s a burn as he pushes inside, even though he’d prepared me, and I am dripping wet.

  I gasp, he stills, then pushes again.

  “Relax,” he instructs, then leans forward so I feel the chuckling vibration of his voice. “This won’t hurt a bit.”

  I bite back a scoff. Easy for him to say.

  But despite his comment, he’s as gentle as a man his size can be and takes his time slowly working himself in. When I reopen my eyes, I see him gazing at me intently and know he’s keeping track of all my expressions.

  At last he’s fully seated inside me, and he pauses, giving me a moment to adjust.

  I can’t resist. “Are you in?”

  He barks a startled laugh. “Oh, pretty Beth, that’s six.”

  Why does he keep spitting numbers at me?

  Then I couldn’t give a damn. My brain turns to mush as he starts moving.

  Christ, this man knows what to do. That swivel of his hips makes his cock touch all the right places. Then he does it again. And again. Oh God, am I going to survive this?

  Like many tall girls I was a late bloomer. Even my first self-administered orgasm was so late in putting in an appearance, I’d begun to fear I was asexual. But a study had reassured me my late development was normal due to the excessive hormones responsible for my height. In addition, I’ve only been able to come from oral fairly recently. Until tonight, I’d given up on the hope I might be capable of coming from internal stimulation alone, but as my body tenses and reacts to his, I start to wonder if Ink might prove me wrong.

  I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. He’s not rough but forceful, hammering in until the bed’s bouncing against the wall and my last conscious thought is that anyone in the next room must hear the knocking and will be left in no doubt as to what we’re doing in here. But I don’t give a damn as my muscles tighten in the telltale signs that I’m coming. I couldn’t stop it if I tried. My pussy clamps on his cock and my hands move again, this time to shove my fist in my mouth to muffle my scream.

  “Seven,” he announces. “Want to hear you, babe.”

  “Did you…?”

  After giving me just a few seconds to recover, he resumes thrusting. “No.”

  “God!” I cry out a minute later, when he brings me to the peak and I go over again.

  I have three orgasms before he finally lets himself go. I feel him swell, feel his body leaning on mine, feel him press in, pull out slightly, then repeats his action twice more. The third time he holds himself in groaning, “Fuck, babe, fuck.”

  As I slowly recover my senses, I open my eyes to see him, his lungs heaving and his head bowed.

  Hmm. He said he had stamina. I’m just about to make a snide comment, when he suddenly raises his head, looks at me and grins widely. “Not bad, little girl. Not bad at all.”

  Will he be giving me marks out of ten next? Or was that his weird number counting? If I’ve only earned a seven, is that disappointing or good?

  He pulls out, and holding the condom securely, disappears into the bathroom. Shortly after, I hear a toilet flush and the sound of water running in a sink.

  When he reappears, he looks serious for a second, eyeing the room. Then he breathes out unexpected words.

  “Ah, that will do. Come here, babe.”

  Instead of returning to the bed, he sits in the armchair that the hotel provided.

  My eyes crease as I watch him pat his lap. If he wants to cuddle, why hasn’t he joined me on the comfortable mattress? But yeah, well, I could do with being held for a moment. After how he’s treated our encounter, it’s something I didn’t expect.

  I groan slightly as I pull my overworked body up, and naked, cross the room to him, my lips curving in anticipation of his arms encircling me. But as I turn to place my ass on his lap, he instructs again.

  “Nah, babe. Lie over my legs.”

  What? “What?” I ask out loud.

  He pats his lap.

  I don’t move.

  “Christ, woman, that’s eight. Do as you’re fuckin’ told.”

  Proving once again how fast he can move, he strikes like a snake, standing and manhandling me until he’s sitting back down and I’m lying with my stomach on his thighs, my legs trapped by one of his strong muscled calves, and his hand pushing hard on my back to keep me down. “You’re going to have to learn to do as I say,” he murmurs.

  “Ow!” The sharp slap to my ass startles the cry out of me, as much from the shock as the pain. He hit me. Oh no, I’m not putting up with that. But as I struggle, I feel his palm rubbing my buttock until the sting becomes a warm flush that heats my skin, and I’ll be damned if my clit doesn’t tingle.

  The heat of his hand disappears, and another hard smack comes on my opposite flank.

  Jeez. That hurt. That…

  He rubs again, and this time I can feel myself growing wet.r />
  “You smell good,” he says softly in an amused voice. “Your sex. Sweet.”

  I’ve tensed slightly, in case there is more to come. “Relax, it will hurt more if you tighten your muscles.”

  “It won’t hurt at all if you stop.” I wriggle, but he’s got me locked down.

  “Nah.” He chuckles. “You’ve more to come. One, you insulted my cock. Two, you were too slow to do what I said. Three, you disobeyed me when you lowered your arms. You’re a disobedient little thing, aren’t you?” He carries on listing the infractions I’d supposedly committed, punctuating each one with a sharp slap to my ass, until he gets to the final numbers. “Seven, you critiqued my performance, and eight, you refused to lie on my lap.”

  My skin burns and I’m sure my backside is bright red, but instead of being furious and angry, I feel languid, and slightly disappointed he’s stopped. My clit throbs and I swear I’m as aroused as I’ve ever been. Me, who always wondered why some women, and men come to that, like being spanked so much. One thing’s for certain, Ink’s making me re-evaluate a lot of my assumptions about myself tonight.

  His hands gently stroke my back and my ass. “You’re a lovely shade of pink, little girl. You mark well. I can even see my handprint.”

  Is it so wrong that there’s something about him having marked me that I like? Mentally, I shake myself. You wanted the biker loving experience, this is what you got. Idly I wonder if Pyro spanks Mel, and whether she likes it.

  “I think you enjoyed that,” he chuckles.

  “How do you come to that conclusion?” I summon the strength to respond.

  “Because you’re making no effort to move.”

  “I happen to like staring at the floor,” I indignantly respond.

  Now he’s outright laughing. “You enjoyed it so much, babe, think you ought to thank me.” His arms gently straighten me. “Now get on your knees and show me how grateful you are.”

  My eyes widen. As if making sure I’m left in no doubt of what he wants, he strokes his hard again cock, and stares at my mouth.

  He wants me to suck him.

  One of his eyebrows is raised in challenge. He thinks I’m going to refuse. I might have, it’s not exactly something that I enjoy, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to give the satisfaction of proving him right that I can’t handle the needs of a biker.

  As sexily as I can, I slide down to my knees, relieved that the floor is carpet and not tile, place my hands on his thighs and pull myself in between his parted legs. His cock is clean, he must have washed himself after removing the condom, but as it bobs in front of my eyes, a drop of pre-cum leaks from the tip.

  First, I lick my lips, then stretch out my tongue and lick that tempting drop off. It tastes salty, and not too unpleasant.

  He growls, as I proceed to circle my tongue around the head of his dick. Oh, the power. Relishing that the tables are turned, I take him inside my mouth, my hands circling the length I can’t take in. He might have issued the demand, but it’s me who’s now in control as I proceed to try to drive him out of his mind, spurred on by the sounds he’s making.

  Can I swallow? The thought makes me gag, and I pull away for a second but refuse to give up. He issued a challenge to me when he intimated he’d be too much for me to handle. It’s not like me to back down from a dare. My competitive side coming out, I’m determined to prove him wrong.

  I feel his dick thickening and prepare myself, but he pulls me away with a roar.

  “On the bed. Hands and knees.”

  This time I’m quick to oblige, my willingness partly due to relief.

  A tearing sound of foil ripping then unbelievably fast, I feel his cock pressing into me. I’m already stretched and wet, so this time my body welcomes him home with none of the discomfort of before.

  He holds me to him, one strong arm across my stomach, trapping me so I’m imprisoned against him. He’s already close, already aroused by my mouth. There’s no finesse now as he reaches down and rubs at my clit.

  “You gonna come for me, babe?”

  I try to answer, but he’s touching all the right spots. My body does my talking for me. As my muscles tense and I reach my peak, he releases into the condom.

  When he gently lets me go, I fall forehead first onto the soft bed, but he doesn’t pull out immediately. Instead, with his dick softening inside me, he gathers up some of my wetness and rims my asshole.

  I tense.

  “Ever had a cock in there?”

  “No,” I say with determination. I never will either.

  “Should try it babe,” he encourages, as if realising my reluctance. “Hmm, the things you’re missing out on. Ever thought of having two cocks inside you? One where my cock is now, and another… here?” As he speaks, he pushes his finger more firmly against me.

  Two cocks filling me? There’s not enough room.

  “I think you’re enough by yourself.”

  “Never say never,” he says, at last pulling out. “Life’s too short to be missing out on all those experiences. If you change your mind, I’m sure I can find one of my brothers who’s up for double-teaming. Hmm, Mace, perhaps?”

  He’d fuck me with one of his brothers? Perhaps that doesn’t count as going back twice. For a moment I even give it consideration, then shake the idea out of my head. One biker’s a lot to handle. Two? Far too much.

  He gives me a little longer to recover this time, then he’s up for more. Slowly those condoms on the bed do indeed disappear. It must be the early hours of the morning when at last he flops over and lies on his back.

  “Think you’ve totally drained me, little girl. Hope you got what you were looking for.”

  I did. Boy, did I. And more. “It wasn’t too much of a disappointment.” I try to make my voice nonchalant.

  He laughs. “Fuck, babe. I think more would have killed you. Not that it would be a bad way to go. Talking about going, you got your own room here?”

  He knows that I have. It’s a not too subtle hint I’m no longer welcome.

  I turn on my side and run my hand over his chest. He traps it in his and stops me. His eyes harden slightly. “Told you how this was going to go. I’m not one for cuddling, and I always sleep alone.”

  I knew what I was walking into, I can’t pretend I didn’t. This was nothing more than a biker fucking, something he’s done many times before, even if it’s my first such encounter. I can’t act disappointed, he’d set out the terms and I agreed to them.

  I got what I wanted and more. No regrets, I tell myself fiercely. I can’t complain, he certainly delivered on his promise, and I’d had the night I’d hoped for.

  I try to sound casual. “Something to be said about doing the walk of shame in the night, rather than in the morning.” I gaze at his handsome face for one last moment, then slide off the bed. I put on my panties and bra, then pull my dress over my head. “Zip me up?”

  “Come here.” I perch on the edge of the bed as he performs the action I’d requested. I feel a feather light touch to my neck. A caress of his lips, and his warm breath touches me.

  Play on it? Turn around and try to kiss him?

  I harden my resolve and stand. “Thank you, Ink,” I tell him, without turning around.

  As I collect my purse and walk to the door, I hear him say, “The pleasure was all mine, little girl.”

  He’s got that wrong.

  Chapter Three

  Beth

  Back in my room, I awkwardly twist to reach the tricky zipper and remove my dress once again, then slip into the PJs I’d brought to sleep in. It’s after four am, I notice, seeing the digital numbers on the radio by the side of the bed.

  Climbing on top of the covers, I pull up my knees, folding my arms around them.

  Well, I’ve done it. For months I’d badgered Mel to introduce me to her biker friends, and today—yesterday, I correct—I’d met them.

  Will I come to look back on last night with regret?

  That’s one question th
at’s hard to answer with my body still humming from the pleasure he gave me. One thing for certain is I’ll never forget how good sex with Ink was.

  I snuggle down, hugging the pillow to me. Did I make him feel good too? Or was it just another fuck to him? Had there been nothing to distinguish me from the hundreds of women he’d probably been with?

  Mentally I slap myself around the head. Of course, there wasn’t. He took what I offered without making any promises. That’s it, it’s over. The sooner I come to terms with that the better.

  I went into this with my eyes open. If my eyes are watering, it’s just because I’m tired.

  Turning over, I try to sleep. After tossing and turning, finally my exhausted and well-used body drags me into slumber.

  I wake with tender ass cheeks and aches in muscles I couldn’t remember having felt before. Ink had made good on his promise that I’d have trouble moving this morning. A hot shower eases the worst of the aching and helps in my effort to not walk bowlegged.

  Carefully, I pick my discarded bridesmaid’s dress up off the floor and fold it reverently even though it will have to go for dry cleaning. Mel was thoughtful, letting us choose styles which meant we could get more than one use out of our dresses. Though, when I’ll wear it again, I’m not sure. I’ll treasure it, knowing whenever I see it hanging in my closet it will remind me of the night I took my chances to have sex with a biker. Even if the only result is having made some memories to fuel my time alone with my vibrator.

  Pulling on my comfortable jeans and a light sweater, I open the curtains and look out of the window. Last night it had been snowing, but now the weather has warmed, and already the ice is melting. Traffic is moving freely, and as I look out, I hear engines roar and see half a dozen motorcycles heading out.

  Is Ink one of the riders? I can’t be sure, they’re too far away and any of them could be him or not.