Satan's Devils MC Colorado Boxset 1 Books 1 - 3

by Manda Mellett

  Stevie grins. “You know, you’re not putting me off.”

  I’m not? For once I’m glad she’s blind and can’t see me grinning like a fucking loon. Jeez, but my cock wants in her. A few deep breaths, a stern mental admonishment to that traitorous part of my body, and my head is back in control. “I’ll keep you company, Stevie, but that’s it. Much as I wouldn’t want to turn down any offer, I can’t afford any distractions. Not when my job is to keep you safe.” Mad fool, says my cock.

  She stands, picking up her makeshift cane in her hand. “I’m just paying a visit to the bathroom.”

  I stand as well. While the outside of the cabin is always dark to her, at night unseen dangers can lurk. She nods as she hears my footsteps following her. I stand by the door, eyes scanning for any wildlife that might be a risk, waiting patiently until she returns. Once she’s safely back inside, I look down at her, my fingers of one hand curled around her shoulder, those of the other taking the liberty of stroking her hair.

  “Go to bed, Stevie.”

  “Will…?”

  “I’ll be there in a moment.”

  I watch as she walks across the room to the stairs, then as she makes her way up, trying to keep my eyes off the way her ass flexes as she takes each step.

  Can’t go there. I remind myself. I’m here to do a job, not to get my rocks off.

  Having taken a piss and washed my hands, I try to keep to that resolve. Questions are going around my mind on a loop. Does she sleep naked? PJs? Tank and shorts? Will she expect me to lie under the covers with her, or fully clothed on top?

  Will I be able to keep my hands to myself?

  I can’t be quiet, not a man my size. My boots clunk up the wooden stairs warning her of my approach.

  Man, she’s blind. I have to remind myself. She doesn’t know what she looks like. Or, maybe she does. As I enter she’s leaning over the bed pulling back the sheets and comforter, tiny sleep shorts rising high on her ass, leaving her cheeks on display and emphasising her crack. Oh boy. My hands itch.

  Does she like being spanked?

  Oh, what I could do to that ass.

  “Stop staring.” She stands, straightens, and turns toward me.

  How does she fucking know?

  Then I realise. Two steps take me straight to her. I haul her up tight against my body, leaving her in no doubt how hard I am for her. “Minx. You did that on fuckin’ purpose.”

  She doesn’t even try to deny it. “I want, need, you, Beef. Have you any idea how long it has been since I’ve been with a man? Show me what I’ve been missing, please.”

  “Stevie, this is a bad idea. I’m not in the market for a woman…”

  “I’m not in the market for a man,” she parrots.

  “Stevie…”

  “Beef. Just tonight. Give me tonight. Talking about what happened has dredged up all the bad memories, help me put them to the back of my mind. Tomorrow can take care of itself. I just need you, now.”

  She’s so fucking tempting. But still I try to walk away. “This is a bad idea, Stevie. You and me? There’s no future. You’ll be off fuck knows where, and I’ll be back in Tucson getting on with my life. Sleeping together will only complicate things. We do this? Fuckin’ sure we’ll regret it in the morning.”

  “It’s only as complicated as you make it, Beef. I’m a woman, you’re a man. Tonight, I need you. I’m not asking for a ring or a commitment. I know you’re not looking for a wife. Please.”

  Please. It’s that word that does it. Unleashes something inside of me.

  Pushing her back toward the bed, her hands trustingly resting on my biceps, I pause at the edge. “Sit.” If my voice doesn’t sound quite normal, there’s a good reason for that, the constriction of my jeans around my swollen dick.

  Clearly wanting to be an active participant, her hands start to move toward me, zooming in at a point below my waist.

  “Uh uh.” Bending over I speak into her ear. As I admonish her, moving her hands and placing them at her sides, I continue in a low, but firm voice, “I’m in charge.” Her sharp intake of breath suggests she likes the idea.

  Keeping my mouth by the side of her head, I instruct, “Arms up.”

  She obeys without hesitation. That flimsy tank top is easy to pull off, revealing ample, perky breasts. Her nipples are erect and perfect, her aureole pink and quite large.

  “Wanna play with your tits. Offer them to me.”

  In the light of the lamp she’s lit, presumably for my benefit, I see her cheeks pinken. But she does what I ask, cupping her hands around those smooth round globes and raising them to me.

  Careful not to touch her anywhere else, I lower my mouth and suck a nipple right in between my lips. There’s no finesse as my tongue traps it to the roof of my mouth.

  “Oh!”

  I’m watching every reaction. She pushes against me as if wanting more, so I close my teeth applying a little pressure until it becomes almost a bite. She writhes, moans, making me think of possibilities as I release that nipple and pay the same attention to the other.

  “Beef, I…”

  Yeah, baby. Incapable of forming words. That’s what I like. I’ll be fucked if she isn’t getting enjoyment from me playing with her tits. Tits or ass? I’ve never known what I like best, but I’d be content to play for hours. That she seems happy enough to let me is just what I want.

  “Undo my zip, darlin’. Free him for me. But don’t touch.”

  A moan of protest, but she does exactly what I’ve requested. I palm my cock once it’s able to breathe, feeling the drop of pre-cum at the end. I wipe it up with my finger and press my digit to her mouth. “Lick.”

  She does, and groans appreciatively, the sound making my dick twitch.

  Her skin looks so pure, so white and tender. I begin palming her breasts with my calloused hands, my tanned skin looking dark, used. The combination of innocence and biker making my cock swell more.

  Again, she leans into my touch. Lowering my head once more, I suck, lave and bite one nipple then the other.

  “Beef! You’re making me so wet.” She squirms, her hips moving against the bed as though seeking relief.

  “You need something, baby?”

  “Yes. You. I need you!”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  She needs me? If only she knew how much I fucking need her too. I push her back down on the bed, then using my strength, haul her up until she’s lying across it, giving me space to kneel over her legs. In one movement I yank away those tiny shorts which had taunted me.

  The contrast between her small naked body and me still fully clothed does something to me. I feel like a marauding beast taking something I shouldn’t, but I’ll be fucked if I can stop. Since I met her, although I tried to deny it, I’ve been dreaming about this moment.

  “Get naked, Beef. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

  Lightly I smack the top of her leg. “I think I said I was in charge.”

  She giggles, as I meant her to. My soft tap has done nothing but arouse her further.

  “Please?”

  My mouth is beside her ear again, the vibration of my voice causing tremors to cross her skin when I reply, “Seeing as you asked so nicely.”

  “Describe yourself, Beef.”

  Standing, I take off my cut, folding it neatly and placing it on a chair. Then I rip off my tee. While I’m toeing off my boots I comply. “I’ve got tats darlin’, as you know. Lots of them. A hand of cards on my biceps which represents my brother Rock, on my biceps, the Marine insignia, the Satan’s Devils patch on my back, the names of my brothers lost in service.” I continue to describe each and every tat that I may not have told her about before, while her face becomes whimsical, and I wonder if she’s regretting that she can’t see them for herself. Muscles she can feel, but not my ink.

  “Any girls’ names on you?” she asks brazenly.

  “None.” There’s no hesitation in my truthful reply. Never met a woman yet who I wanted t
o mark permanently on my body.

  She holds out her arms. “What’s keeping you, Beef?”

  I slide a condom out of my pocket, then push my jeans down and off. Then stand, watching her laid out for me like an offering. She’s so small compared to me. “How long has it been for you, Stevie?”

  She knows what I mean. “A couple of years.”

  “Fuckers are crazy down in LA.” They must be. Why has she not had a boyfriend in so long? Her confidence, her encouragement shows it isn’t for the lack of her wanting.

  She shrugs. “Once they know I’m blind, men seem to think they’ll get stuck caring for me.”

  Shit. Wasn’t that what I’d been thinking as well? But now I know her, she doesn’t want a slave to run after her. Nah, Stevie will do as much as she can for herself.

  “Then,” she continues, “there are those which can’t get a sighted girl because of their appearance. Obviously that doesn’t turn me off, but their desperation does. And others, well, a blind woman’s a notch on their bucket list. Pity fucks, when they’re offered, are the worst. Or sometimes they act as if what’s wrong with me is catching.” She giggles. “Then there are those who seem to prefer my dog, and want to pet him, not me.”

  “Crazy.” I can’t wait to get closer, get near, get inside her. But I’m going to have to go slow. Like the rest of me, my cock is large. Not boasting, just fact.

  She’s up on her elbows. “Let me touch?”

  “Uh uh,” I say again. “No touching. You’re gonna get a surprise little girl.”

  “Huh.” She shakes her head making her long hair fly. “You’re probably all bluster. How am I to know it’s not a teeny wiener?”

  A startled laugh bursts out of me. “You’re going to have to wait to find out.”

  I’ve been interested in, but never really understood the dynamics of BDSM before, but having Stevie effectively blindfolded is turning me on. By not allowing her to touch, she’s got no clue what I’m about to do. She’s breathing fast, her skin is nicely flushed, and I bet her heart’s beating fast in anticipation. This isn’t just an act to get off, nothing like going with a sweet butt or the boring missionary position where dirty talk was discouraged. My head’s running through ways of how to drive this, to make the experience good, not just for me, not only for her, but, for us both.

  I move fast to take her by surprise, raising her legs, bending them then pushing her knees apart so she’s completely open to me. She gasps as I’ve startled her, and then again when I huff warm breath against her clit. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she was wet, she’s dripping. Her moisture is dampening her inner thighs, glistening in the light spilling from the lamp.

  Lazily I circle my fingers down from her knees, in no hurry to reach that part where she wants me to touch her. I don’t think I’ve taken the time to examine a woman’s reactions in such depth before. Stevie’s eyes might be sightless, but the rest of her body is so expressive it more than compensates.

  Her nipples are pert, her stomach softly rounded, her pubic hair neatly trimmed. She’s a natural redhead.

  She shivers, but it’s not with cold. Her mouth starts to open, but before she asks what’s taking me so long, I lower my face, breathing in that perfume that’s uniquely hers. Her labia are like petals surrounding a prize underneath, my tongue parts them, and her taste… If I thought the aroma was perfection, when my taste buds start getting some action my cock jumps as though it’s alive. I could become addicted to this. Eating pussy is one of my favourite things to do, but sometimes it’s just mechanical. Stevie? I could stay here for hours devouring her.

  Her hands come down, her fingers start running through my short hair, then she tries to move my head, but this is my show. I delve deep inside her, but there’s no way I can get the last drop. Her body’s reacting to me as mine is to hers, and she simply produces more cream for me to lap up. I love the effect I’m having on her. No lube needed tonight, that’s for sure.

  Her clit. Yes, can’t ignore that. As soon as my lips close around it, she arches her back, pressing up into my mouth. I toy with it, licking around, then flicking across the top. She’s flexing, seeming unaware that she’s grunting and moaning, giving me clues as to what she likes most.

  “Beef,” she wails. Then, more urgently, “There, Beef. There…”

  I could pull away and make her wait, but my cock’s leaking pre-cum as much as her slit’s leaking cream and I don’t want a delay. Another suck, nibble, then my tongue works the spot and with the action she seems to like the most, she’s tensing, her muscles tight, then she screams and comes.

  I continue to work until her convulsions cease.

  Easing my head up, I stare at her, able to drink in the view of a fully sated woman. As she has no clue I’m watching her, I can take my time, enjoying the flush to her skin, the sheen of sweat on her brow, her mouth half open as she draws air down into heaving lungs. Like a slap around the head it hits me. I’m not going to be able to let her go.

  I must.

  This is the only time I’m going to be weak and let my cock have its way. Just this once. Too many issues if we do a repeat. My hand idly strokes that appendage as I indulge in the view I promise myself I’ll never see again, committing the sight of her head thrown back in ecstasy into my brain. If I use the image to fuel my alone time in the shower in the days, weeks, months to come, who could blame me.

  I can’t hold back any longer. As I tear open the condom packet, a little smile curves her lips. Appreciation I’m taking care of her? Or anticipation of what’s to come.

  “Ready for me?” I ask her.

  “What’s taking you so long?” she replies, impudently.

  Well, that’s it. I sit back on my haunches and pull her toward me, her feather-light weight proving no problem at all to slide her hips up over mine. In this position she’s completely open to me.

  Christ she looks tiny. And for her, it’s been a long time. Take this slow.

  I line myself up and push in. She’s as tight as I expected. Her eyes squeeze shut, her brow furrows. “Relax. Breathe.”

  She attempts to obey, as I start making headway. Her scrunched-up face shows it may not be pleasurable right now, but once I’m in, I know ways to make it better. To distract her, I play with her clit.

  A small thrust in, a slow pull out, then repeat. It’s not my normal style of fucking, but I love it. Her tightness is strangling my dick, ramping up my own pleasure, it’s taking all my control to prevent this being over too fast.

  At last she’s taken all of me. Leaning forward I take her mouth in a gentle kiss, our lips meeting and melting, our bodies as close as they could possibly be.

  When I pull away, I ask, “Are you ready?”

  She wriggles for an answer which I take as a yes. A slow slide out, then I push right in, butting against her cervix. I do it again, again and again, each thrust getting more powerful, making sure I find that special spot inside her every single time.

  Studying her, every reaction is encouragement. I ramp it up, my movements become fierce and powerful, a punishing rhythm that not every woman likes, but she takes it, encourages it, allowing me to fuck how I want. Her hands grip the comforter, her fists clench, her mouth twists as though she’s in mid-scream, and her internal muscles clench down on my dick. Christ, she’s going to take me over.

  As her body goes taut and starts spasming, I lose it myself, my body jerking erratically as cum rises from my balls, up through my shaft. The swelling of my dick inside her seems to be all she needs to start flying.

  I grunt, she cries out. It’s a perfect moment. Both of us coming together. Both of us heaving to get breaths into starved lungs. I swear I see stars for a moment. It must be because she’s so tight, but I can’t remember coming this hard in my life. Or pumping so much cum into a condom.

  It’s her that recovers first and is the one who gives voice to my own realisation. “That was amazing. I’ve never come like that before. Utterly, incredibly, amazing
.”

  “It was.” I’m barely able to respond. My mind fighting with two thoughts, one that I’d like to try round two just to see if it’s really her that makes the difference, and the second, that I have to leave her now, before I become addicted.

  My dick, now soft, starts slipping out of her. With one hand I hold the end of the condom. “Got to go deal with this.”

  “Yeah.” She can’t see but must have enough clues to know what I mean. Propping her elbows beneath her, she raises the upper half of her body, and frowns. “Are you coming back, Beef?”

  I slip off the condom and tie a knot in the end. She’s pre-empted the conversation we must have. I close my eyes, knowing she can’t see my expression or how much I regret this. “No. Stevie, this was—”

  “Don’t you dare say it was a mistake.”

  “I wasn’t going to. This was one time, Stevie. You needed a release, so did I. It stops here, it has to.” Her bottom lip quivers, so I add more. “Soon you’ll be able to move on. We’ll never see each other again. I won’t know where you are, you won’t even be able to check in. Safest that way for you, darlin’. One fuck and I already know I could get hooked.”

  “Me too,” she inserts fast.

  “So it’s best we put this behind us. Before neither of us want to walk away.”

  I wait, but she seems to have accepted it. Me? I’m already wondering whether it’s too late.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Although Stevie seems to have a sixth sense and can often somehow feel my eyes watching her, I’ve learned how to sneak peeks at her without her knowing I’m there. Right now, she’s busying herself in the kitchen preparing lasagne for dinner tonight. As usual, I’m transfixed by her effortless actions as she feels her way through the preparations. It’s only because I’m watching carefully that I see the clues that give away she’s blind; the way she finds the right implement by touch.