Marked Skulls MC Series: Books 1-5
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I was responsible for her as long as the door of her apartment was broken, after that, she was going to have to be on her own.
I rode us to the hardware store, where I bought the materials I needed and Jordan offered to carry them for me as I rode us back to her apartment. I followed her upstairs, carrying all the things and I watched the way her ass moved in that dress as she walked ahead of me.
We had spoken very little since the bar. I didn’t know what she was thinking, but I was thinking about how fiercely I had wanted to protect her that morning. How sweet she had tasted in my mouth, how crazy beautiful she looked when she came for me.
But I had to cut off Jordan from my life before I became any weaker. I should have been out there, hunting down the man who killed Fred right now, instead of fixing the door of a girl’s apartment.
* * *
I was hammering a nail into the side of the door, when Jordan brought me a glass of lemonade. I was crouched down on the floor and I turned to take it from her. It was exactly the thing I needed right now.
“I’m sorry if you’d rather have a cold beer, I don’t have any in the apartment at the moment,” she told me and I straightened up and took a long gulp of the sweet drink.
“This is good, thank you,” I said and then tested the door, swinging it into place.
“I’ve re-attached the chain lock and added a bolt lock you didn’t have before,” I said and showed her how it worked. Jordan nodded her head and smiled.
“Thanks, that’s better,” she said and when our eyes met again, she looked away from me. I could see that she was upset about something. I shut the door, bolted the lock and followed her into the living room.
“Are you okay?” I asked and Jordan sighed and ran a hand through her long dark hair.
“I’m just worried, about everything. But thank you for your help, I do feel safer now,” she said and clasped her hands together nervously.
“Are you worried about them finding you?” I asked and she nodded her head. That was a stupid question, of course she was.
“I’m not sure if a few locks on the door is going to stop them if they really want to get to me. You saw how easy it was for you to knock the door down,” she said and there was a strain in her voice. She was right. A door and a few locks wasn’t going to slow the Hell’s Drifters down. When they wanted to come find her, they would be armed and come in pairs. I knew how the system worked.
I clenched my jaws and stepped towards Jordan. She was watching me with her watery dark eyes.
“I’m sorry for whining, I shouldn’t be making you feel guilty. You have your own problems to deal with,” she continued and I put the glass down on her coffee table.
“You’re afraid for your life, and that is understandable. I’m going to keep an eye on your place, nothing is going to happen,” I told her. I wasn’t sure why I was taking on this additional responsibility, but I wanted her to be safe. If anything happened to Jordan…
“No, you don’t owe me that. We don’t know each other, it’s not like I’m your friend or anything,” she said and I stepped closer to her.
“It’s not about what you owe me, Jordan. I want to see you safe. I don’t want those bastards to get to you, that is all,” my voice was gruff and deep. Her eyelashes fluttered on her soft cheeks, she was looking up at me with her wide bright eyes and I couldn’t look away from her.
“I just wanted to get on with my life. I’ve been trying to have a normal life…” she said and then broke away. Turning from me, she covered her face with her hands and I could see her shoulders quaking. I hated seeing her cry, I clenched my fists and tried to control the rage building up in me.
“Jordan…” I said her name and she whipped around to me.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been for me. I’m tired of being nothing, of not being able to earn a decent living. I’ve been going to Community College, I’m trying to become a teacher but all this…” she broke down again and I reached for her shoulders.
My fingers clasped around her arms and I held her firmly, forcing her to look up at me and meet my eyes.
“You’re going to do it. I promise you, this is all going to go away very soon. I’m taking care of it,” I said, holding her gaze firmly. Jordan looked like she didn’t believe me. Like she had been disappointed too often in her lifetime to take my word.
“Maybe it’s just not meant to be. Maybe I’m just destined to be a waitress at a stupid diner all my life. I can’t study like this, I can’t pass those exams…I’m always going to have this hanging over my head,” she cried and fat tears rolled down her cheeks and her lips were pouted. Jordan was one of those girls who looked even more beautiful when she cried. She looked vulnerable.
I shook her lightly by her arms.
“I’m going to take care of this. This is going to go away, the Hell’s Drifters are going to go away, just give me a few days. Just hold on tight for a bit longer,” I said, hoping to convince her.
Jordan remained silent, and then she dabbed at the tears on her cheeks with the backs of her hands.
“My mother was an alcoholic, my grandfather was an alcoholic too…it’s why I don’t have any beers in my home. I don’t ever want to be tempted. Like right now, I could really use a drink, you know?” she said and forced a weak laugh as she wiped her tears away.
I peered into her eyes, stroking her arms as I held her.
“That is not going to happen. You’re going to get past this, and you’re not going to need a drink,” I said and she nodded her head, like she was trying to convince herself.
I let go of her arms and she stepped away from me. She shook her hands like there was dirt on it, she started pacing around the room and I could see that she was on an adrenaline rush.
“I just need to distract myself. I just need to keep myself busy,” she said and I watched her, following her around the room with my eyes. I gulped, because I had a pretty good idea of what we could do to keep her busy.
* * *
“I mean, I just need to shake this off and get over it!” Jordan was continuing in the same excitable tone. I could see that she was struggling with all the emotions coursing through her veins. I had to help.
I strode towards her across the room and she opened her mouth to say something again, but I had lifted her up off the floor and thrown her over my shoulder.
She gasped and then remained still while I carried her back to the couch. I flipped her down and her body bounced as she sat. She was looking up at me wide-eyed, with her mouth hanging open.
“Calm down, woman,” I growled as I stood over her. She was enticing me with her eyes. Her dress had ridden up over her thighs to reveal her chunky juicy legs. Jordan lifted her chin up, almost like she was challenging me to take the next step.
“Don’t tempt me, Jordan,” I grunted and she took in a deep breath before parting her legs. The dress rode up more. I could see the clean white triangle of her panties now and I could feel my mouth salivating. What was she doing to me? Why didn’t I have any self control around her?
I stepped away from her. I needed to go, I had a job to do. I had already made up my mind to cut off from her. I was going to keep an eye on her apartment and make sure that she didn’t get into any more trouble—but that was it. I wasn’t going to allow myself to get addicted to her, but she was making it very difficult to break the habit.
“I want you to make me feel good,” Jordan said, and then her hands travelled down the front of her dress, all the way to her thighs. I was watching her with bated breath, hardly able to control myself now. Her legs were parted, her fingers were up her thighs…and now they were splayed on her panties.
I could see the wetness spreading between her legs, and my mouth moistened. Jordan bit down on her tongue and her breasts heaved. She gave her pussy a quick pat and rub and my cock hardened in my jeans.
Fuck!
She moved her body ahead to the edge of the couch, her face was dangerously close to my cock. I k
new she could see the effect she was having on me. My cock was tenting my jeans.
Jordan’s eyes were fixed on me, while her hands worked away at my belt. She was dragging it off my waist and then pulling the zipper of my jeans down. I knew exactly what she had in mind, and I was putty in her hands. I had been fantasizing about thrusting my cock in her mouth all day, since the first moment I saw her.
But I wanted to kiss her first.
Grabbing her by her shoulders, I lifted her up again and before she could say anything, I pressed my mouth to hers. Jordan gasped and then sighed, as she allowed her body to relax. My tongue slipped into her mouth, deep down her throat and I knew I was gagging her. She was breathing hard, clutching me with her hands, digging her nails into my arms.
The kiss was wild. My tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, exploring her sweetness and she kissed me back even harder. My hands travelled to her breasts, that were rising and falling with force. I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples tightly and she gasped again.
With one hand, I supported the back of Jordan’s head, and with the other, I teased her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect under that dress. I needed that bra to come off so I could taste her breasts too. Slowly, I started tugging at the dress. With enough force, it ripped at the shoulder and Jordan pulled her mouth away.
She looked down to see her torn dress, looked back at me and then she laughed. I pulled down the tear, revealing more of her body till her bra-clad breasts were finally exposed.
“This will not do,” I grumbled and reached for the clasp at the back. Her bra came off, she slid it off her arms. Now she was standing in front of me, with her tits hanging out from the tear of her dress. They were big juicy breasts, they swung with every step that she took. I was breathing heavily as I glared at her. Her nipples were a light brown color, erect and wide. She was breathing hard too and I reached for her breasts.
Cupping them in my hands, I squeezed and she moaned. Her eyelids fluttered and I pinched both her nipples between my fingers. They were going to be delicious. My mouth was salivating already.
I bent forward and took the right one in my mouth. Jordan weaved her fingers into my hair as I sucked on it hard. Her breast jiggled and shook while my other hand teased her free nipple.
“Oh my God! Rodeo…don’t stop, please,” she cried as I continued sucking on her breasts, one nipple at a time. I was going to suck her raw. She rolled her hips, pushing it up against my throbbing cock, rubbing herself against me.
When I finally pulled my mouth away from her, she was panting. I could see that she had come very close to coming. Jordan gulped, keeping her eyes on me.
“It’s my turn now,” she whispered huskily and I watched her as she got on her knees in front of my legs. I was looking down at her pretty little head. My cock was throbbing hard, vicious and angry for being left out for this long. The funny thing was that I could have come just by looking at her. She had already worked her black magic on me.
* * *
Jordan’s eyes widened as she took my cock in her hands. My jeans were down to my ankles and I was standing in front of her with my legs parted.
She looked up at me and there was a hesitance in her eyes. Did she think I was too big for her? My cock being in her hands was an explosive feeling, the tip close to her mouth. She gulped before she parted her lips wide and I reached for her head.
Jordan’s tongue flicked gently against the tip of my cock first and I grabbed the sides of her face. She was being shy, she wasn’t sure if I would fit in her mouth. I couldn’t wait. I’d been waiting to be inside her for too long.
I thrust my cock into her mouth and she gasped and then moaned. I could see her ass thrust out as she sat on her knees on the floor. Her curvy body shook as my cock dove deep down her throat.
I was gagging her again, and I could tell from her reaction that she was liking it. I moved my hips, sliding my cock out of her mouth and she was left panting.
Jordan looked up at me, her dark eyes were glittery and excited. This time, she took my cock into her mouth herself. I clenched my jaws and growled, as I slid down the wet warmth of her mouth. My eyes rolled in my head and I arched my neck back to look up at the ceiling. I was still holding her head tightly, keeping her in position.
She asked for this, and I wasn’t going to stop till I got what I wanted. She licked along the length of my cock, flicking the tip with her tongue and then dragging it out. I could feel my cock throbbing, desperate to burst right there down her throat, to fill her mouth with my hot seed.
Jordan moaned as she blew me, slowly and steadily, she stretched her throat to accommodate my length. The more my cock slipped down her throat, the weaker I got. I lasted way longer than this with every other woman I fucked. With Jordan, it was hard for me to hold back. I could have come right there.
She reached for my balls, slowly kneading them with her hands as she bobbed her head back and forth along my cock. I could feel the tip of my cock stroking the back of her throat.
“Touch yourself!” I growled, when I had a chance to catch my breath. My cock was still in her precious red mouth, as I watched her reach her fingers down to her pussy. She stretched her legs apart and rubbed herself, through her wet panties.
“Harder. Do it harder!” I commanded and Jordan gasped as her fingers rubbed her slit and her juicy throbbing pussy.
She didn’t stop bobbing her head though. My cock pulsated in her mouth while she stroked herself. With one hand, she held on to my leg like it was a pillar of support, with the other she was making herself come. I wanted her to come while my cock was in her mouth.
I could sense that she was on the edge. Her fingers slapped against her wet panties and I started thrusting my cock harder into her mouth. Her tongue was soft and juicy, and my cock was rigid and ready for an explosion.
“Come for me, Jordan,” I said; in a softer, deeper voice and she grew still, her voice was muffled by my cock in her mouth as she came hard. Her body jerked now and her fingers worked away at her pussy. I grabbed on to her head again with both hands, diving my cock right into her mouth, down her throat repeatedly, fucking her mouth like a machine.
“Fuck!” I growled, as I felt my body jerk into its orgasmic motion. She was coming too. I looked down at her, her eyes were fixed on me—wide and like she was in shock.
Both our bodies rose and fell, while I emptied my cock right down her throat. She had nowhere to move, she had no other choice but to gulp down my seed which I was spilling into her mouth. Her mouth was wide and stretched, her fingers were on her clit, still playing with her pussy. I watched her as I came.
She looked beautiful in that moment while I shot into her mouth. Her eyes were watery, and her forehead was covered in a thin film of sweat. Slowly, I slid my cock out of her mouth, and Jordan collapsed down on the floor.
She was breathing hard, sitting slouched against the legs of the couch. I stepped away from her. It was like my body was still in shock from the experience of the orgasm. My cock was still throbbing and dripping cum as I stroked it, trying to soothe it.
Her nostrils were flared, her hair was splayed wild around her shoulders and down her back. Her red lipstick was now smudged and some of her mascara was running down her cheeks. She looked like a woman who had been properly fucked, the way she deserved to be. I wasn’t going to let anything happen to this woman. I was worshipping her already.
Jordan smoothened the front of her dress on her legs. Her tits were still hanging out of her dress, but she didn’t seem to care.
Wasn’t this what she wanted? She wanted a distraction. She wanted me to make her feel good—and that was what I had done. But she wasn’t saying anything, she had grown deathly silent now in the aftermath of our orgasms. Was she regretting it already?
I pulled my jeans up and ran a hand through my hair.
“Do you mind if I take a shower before I go?” I asked. She shook her head in silence.
8
Jordan
All I could gather was that he was a busy man and he led an independent life. It didn’t matter what Lila told me at the bar, it would be ridiculous for me to want anything more from him. The very fact that he had fixed the door, safely seen me back home and said that he was going to keep an eye on my apartment—should have been enough.
But I was still scared. I was afraid of what was going to happen to me when he left.
Rodeo appeared back in my living room a few minutes later. He had showered and changed back into the clothes he was wearing. His long sandy blond hair was damp, as was his beard; and I felt that urge to run my fingers through it again.
He knew how to make me feel good. I had seen his cock now, and just having it in my mouth wasn’t enough. My pussy throbbed and ached with the need to have him inside me. I wanted to know what he looked like with his shirt off, how his muscles moved when he drove into me. I wanted to trace the shape of every tattoo on his chest and neck.
He ran his fingers through his damp hair before he tied it up into a ponytail again.
“Thanks for the shower,” he said, as he started putting his leather jacket back on. Why was it, that the very kind of man I should have stayed away from, was so irresistible to me? What was it about Rodeo that had made me strip off my clothes within minutes of meeting him? Why had I lured him into having sex with me again?
My cheeks flushed, I was embarrassed of my behavior.