Ink's Devil: Satan's Devils MC Colorado Chapter #5

by Manda Mellett

  Ink

  Beth’s not a whore.

  Yet I’ve just treated her exactly like one. I’d allowed her no choice in how she’d given me head, taken what I’d wanted, issued no warning and came down her throat without asking permission.

  It had felt so damn good I’d gotten carried away and used her.

  For a second, I can do nothing but lean my head back against the door and give myself a moment to regain my breath and to avoid looking down to see the horror and disgust in her face. She’ll leave me. Maybe go with one of my brothers. I’ll deserve it.

  The one thing I never feel after sex is guilt.

  I blame the X-rated atmosphere downstairs together with my desire for Beth which had grown over the days we’ve been apart. Those factors, and my unusual-for-me abstinence had ramped up my desire until I just had to have her, and the fastest way was to get her lips around my cock.

  She’s not a whore. I should woo her with flowers and sweet words. Not… It seems like an age but in reality is less than a minute before I summon the nerve to glance down, dreading the expression I’m certain to see, wondering if an apology is going to cut it.

  Her watering eyes are wide, staring up at me with horror. Her swollen lips are gently parted, and her cheeks are red. She looks like she’s been properly face fucked as she wipes her mouth clean with the back of her hand.

  I’m unable to do anything as slowly she gets to her feet. “Stand aside, Ink.”

  “Beth—”

  “I’m not one of your club girls, Ink. I deserve better than that.”

  “Beth—”

  “I don’t mind giving you a blow job, but it’s mine to gift, not for you to take.”

  I’d try saying her name again, but I don’t know what to tag on the end. She’s right. One hundred percent. Breezy, Tulia, fuck, any of the girls here would have taken what I’ve just done without complaint, but I’ve no excuse for the way I’ve used Beth. She’s not a toy for me to play with, she’s a woman I should respect.

  “Move, Ink.” She steps closer, her eye on the wood of the door I’m still standing against.

  I have no words. No excuses. After sending her a plea with my eyes which has no effect, I take a step to the side.

  She wastes no time, turning the handle and stepping out.

  She’s at the top of the stairs by the time I catch up with her. My fingers curl around her arm, a touch she could easily evade, but it does stop her forward progress. “Beth, don’t leave like this, please. Come back, let’s talk.”

  “Talk?” she huffs, not even turning.

  “I’m sorry.” The belated apology at last escapes. “I don’t know what came over me. I… you… You’re too fuckin’ irresistible. I got carried away.”

  “You scared me, Ink.”

  That shocks me. “I’d never hurt you, Beth.”

  “You just did.” She sounds like she’s about to burst into tears. The shudder I see running through her body suggests she’s only just holding it together.

  “Please, Beth. Come back. Don’t leave like this.” I’ll beg if I have to. “Please.”

  “Why Ink? I’m sure any of the girls downstairs could give you what you want—”

  “They can’t,” I interrupt her. “They’re not you, and they’re not who I want.”

  At last she turns. Her eyes stare into mine. “I can’t be used, Ink. Not by you.”

  I take the liberty of brushing her hair back from her face. “I know, babe. Look, I’m learning here. I’m going to make some fuckin’ mistakes. I’m a man, I fuck up. I got carried away. You think one of those girls down there could satisfy me? You think their mouth is anything like yours? You think I come so hard with anyone else? Fuck knows I want to, but I don’t. But if you don’t like it, I’ll never do that again.”

  “How can I trust you?”

  My arm lowers, my other one joins it; I take the risk of pulling her into my arms, she’s pliant and comes to me, and thank fuck her trembling has stopped. “I don’t know how to convince you. But we find something you don’t like? We don’t repeat it, or not without making some adjustments. You don’t want to swallow my cum, duly noted.”

  “It’s not that I don’t, it’s that you gave me no choice. I want a partner, not someone who takes.”

  My hand eases up and down her back. “Partners eh? Partners reciprocate, don’t they?” Taking a liberty, I run my lips over hers, kiss her cheek, then say into her ear, “Come back to my room, and I’ll give you my mouth.”

  Fuck. I’ve never stood in a hallway trying to persuade a woman into my bed. They don’t give out the right signals, don’t want to have sex, I don’t force them, just move on to someone who does. She’s right, there’s a room full of sluts below who’d come running at just one crook of my finger. But I don’t want any of them. I meant what I said, it’s her, and only her, I want.

  “I didn’t totally hate it,” she says at last. “I wanted to be on my knees, wanted to please you, but it felt like I could have been anyone kneeling there. I felt I was being used, that you didn’t care who’s mouth your cock was in.”

  I turn her to face me. “Oh, Beth, that’s so far from true. It’s you I wanted, you I was with. Only you. Look, I’m an idiot, what can I say?”

  I feel her eyes burning into mine. “What are we doing, Ink? You don’t want a relationship, and I don’t want a man without one.”

  “Fuck, knows, babe. With you, I’m breaking every one of the rules I’ve ever imposed. But, pretty Beth, there’s just something about you that means you’re worth all the shit you’re putting me through.”

  She’s quiet for a moment, still staring at me. Then she rests her cheek on my shoulder. “I think you said something about giving me your mouth?”

  “Fuck yeah,” I say fast, before she changes her mind. “Come on, babe.” I take a deep breath, then gently reaching down and wrap my hand around one of hers. Then I lead her back into my room, thanking fuck I was able to persuade her.

  Inside, I push her back against the door. Placing my palms against her cheek, I lower my lips to hers. When she opens and lets me in I can taste my cum in her mouth. It’s fucking exhilarating, but a reminder that I pushed her too far, too fast.

  As I continue to kiss her, her breathing speeds up. She becomes an active participant, one of her hands holding my head to her. I deepen the kiss, she responds, her tongue following mine when it retreats. Her hips start moving against my own, and my cock hardens again. Who am I kidding? I’m hard all the time I’m with her; any time I have my hands on her my dick responds.

  I nearly lost her. Fuck. I’m not even sure why the thought makes my heart beat fast in something like terror, how close I came to seeing her walk out of my life. The relief I feel that I have another chance with her has taken me by surprise. It’s too early, I don’t know what’s at our destination if we ever reach it at all, but I’m determined I’m going to stick in there and hang on for this ride. She’s worth it.

  Her hands are now clutching at me, little moans coming out of her mouth, she’s grinding against me and I wonder if she knows she’s doing it. My cock throbs as our kiss grows more frantic.

  Still with my tongue toying with hers, I push her backwards and roughly tumble her down onto the bed. At last parting our mouths, I gasp, “I need you.”

  “I need you, Ink.”

  That’s all the permission I require before I make short work of removing her boots, jeans and panties, leaving her top on as I’m too impatient. Then her legs are over my shoulders and my mouth finds her cunt so fast it makes her gasp.

  “Ink!”

  I’m relentless, remorseless, when I find her wet and oh so ready.

  “There, no… Up a bit… There.”

  Her instructions make me chuckle, knowing my voice is vibrating against that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Now who’s trying to take what they want?”

  She stills, then giggles softly. “But Ink—”

  I growl and raise my head, while s
lapping her ass cheek. “You’ll get what I want to give you. When you’re in my bed this is mine, understand?” Then I go back to what I was doing.

  I already know it turns her on when I take charge, or at least when it’s her pleasure I’m chasing. I certainly don’t need her guidance, I know my way around a woman’s body, and it hasn’t taken me long to learn hers. It’s only a minute before her thighs start to tighten around me, her muscles rippling and clenching and then she’s screaming.

  Her taste has got me so hard, it’s only this side of painful.

  I stare down at her. “Fuck, Beth. I don’t know what you do to me.”

  “Is this going to be another six condom night?” she asks, impudently, a challenge in her eyes.

  “Christ, you’re going to be the death of me. Is that all you’re here for?” I give an exaggerated sigh.

  “Why else do you think I’m here?” She chuckles, brazenly.

  Good question. “Because you can’t resist me?” Fuck knows, I can’t resist her.

  “Well you have got a magic cock.”

  That pulsating organ is what she homes in on now, reaching down, circling my length with her hand, and I hiss, even her touch feels better than anyone else’s ever has.

  Stretching over to the bedside table for a condom, I push her hand away and quickly sheave myself. “I can’t wait,” I tell her, my voice sounding harsh with my need to be inside her.

  I turn her, manoeuvre her onto her knees and thrust inside. Her cunt clutches at me as though trying to pull me in further. There’s a handprint on one cheek that’s reddening nicely, so I place a matching one on the other side making her jerk.

  “Ink!” she cries out, thrusting her hips back against me.

  I love how much she likes my hand on her ass, how it arouses her.

  Now I regret not fully undressing her, so I reach around and improvise, pushing her top up and squeezing my hands on those tits. I always thought I preferred them larger, but that they fit nicely into my palms is actually a turn on.

  Thank fuck her bra is again another which fastens in the front. When I flick it open her breasts topple out, leaving me free to pinch her nipples.

  Christ, I love it when she jumps and I’m deep inside her. “Ink,” she cries out, but not in protest. “Will you move for fuck’s sake,” she wails while I’m concentrating on her tits.

  I slap her ass again. “Who’s in charge?”

  For an answer, she pushes back against me, rolling her hips which makes my cock jerk. I might think I’m driving this, but she’s giving as good as she gets. Christ, I fucking love her reactions to me. She takes everything I give her and still comes back for more. Testing me, pushing me. Keeping it spontaneous.

  I squeeze her tits tightly and thrust once, hard, inside her. “Who’s in charge?” once more I ask.

  Again, she pushes back against me, making me smile.

  Leaning over her, I place my lips next to her ear. “I think you’ll find I’m the one in control.”

  Sliding my hand under my pillow, I remove what I’d left there. Those nipple clamps in the same shade of blue to match her hair.

  I take her by surprise when I clip one on. She jumps. “Ow!”

  “Breathe.” I’m grinning when I make the helpful suggestion and clip on the other one. “You’ve worn them before.”

  “Ouch! Oh my God!”

  She’s arched her back as if to get away from the feeling. I smooth my hand up and down her back, repeating my instruction that she should draw in air. She does, and a delightful shudder goes through her, playing hell with my cock.

  “How are you feeling?” I check in.

  “Like I want you to fucking move.”

  Laughing out loud this time, I do oblige her. Starting with a fresh thrust in, pulling out, then pressing in. Each time I slide out, her tight cunt feels like a vacuum trying to draw me back. Suddenly this position is not good enough. I want to see her red nipples adorned with the clamps. She objects when I pull out, but I’ve soon turned her over and am back inside, my arms hooked under her legs, and her ass resting against my thighs. With each renewed thrust, her breasts jiggle, making those clamps bounce.

  Our eyes meet as I start hammering inside her. Our gaze fixed, hers only breaking when she suddenly tenses and screams. The rippling of her muscles makes it hard for me not to give in and follow her over. But I pride myself on giving the woman I’m with a good time, and she’s got another orgasm or two in her.

  I slow my pace, waiting until she’s ready to start building again, then fasten. This time, just as she’s at the point when she begins to tense, I reach forward and remove those clamps.

  She gives out a piercing scream and her body convulses from the joint assault of both pleasure and pain at the same time.

  The sight of those cherry red swollen nipples and the feel of them under my hands as I try to soothe them makes me lose it myself, and I come hard. So fucking hard I see stars.

  Has it ever felt this good before? If it has, I don’t remember.

  Slipping out, I roll over onto my back, pulling her to me, loving the feel of this woman in my arms. We fit, like I have with no other.

  Big men often say they like a small woman they can feel protective over, that’s certainly true of Pyro and Mel. For some reason that’s never appealed to me. Someone by my side literally sharing my view of the world, I find far more alluring. Someone I don’t fear will break when I manhandle her. Someone who can take what I want to dish out, well, within reason of course. I risk a glance at her face, her eyes are half-closed, but she’s smiling. Seems she’s got no objections to the way she’s just been fucked.

  I’m driven to check. “Beth. I’m dominant. I can’t help it. Was it too much?”

  She turns, and her eyes rest on mine, and her lips curve. “Not enough. Can we try that again?”

  I laugh and do my best to oblige.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ink

  We make love again, this time more gently, and then predictably a third condom wrapper hits the bin. She’s fucking close to perfection, and it hits me I don’t want to see her leave in the morning.

  Without stopping to analyse the reason, I ask her, “Want to hang around here tomorrow?”

  Her brow creases. “Not much point now my riding lesson is cancelled. Maybe it’s for the best if I’m at home in case Connor comes around.”

  I’ve never asked a woman to hang out with me before and it irks me she seems to be slapping me down. It isn’t just my cock she’s after, is it? I frown. Would be turning the tables for her to just want some dick. Nah, can’t be that, surely?

  “What’s up?”

  I decide not to go there, talking about feelings isn’t my thing, asking instead, “Has your brother been in touch?”

  “No, but that doesn’t mean he won’t just turn up.” I might not like discussing my thoughts, but it seems she’s fine sharing hers. “I’m worried, Ink. I don’t know him anymore. Sure, him doing business in Pueblo and needing a base isn’t too much of a stretch, but Mom’s right to be suspicious about what he might intend to use the house for. Even him coming or going at all hours would be disruptive. He’s a virtual stranger nowadays, and it feels like he’s exploiting his relationship to us.”

  “What kind of shit is he into?”

  Her head moves to one side then to the other. “I’m not sure, which is why I’m worried. Not doing an honest day’s work, that’s for certain. Anything where there’s easy money to be had, I suspect. You’ve seen him, Ink. He’s big, threatening looking. Wasn’t shy of using his fists. So I wouldn’t be surprised to find Phil running a protection racket, and Connor being the muscle to collect.”

  “But you don’t know.”

  “I don’t know.”

  My brow creases. Couldn’t be, could it? A new business venture in Pueblo? As casually as I can, I ask her, “Connor ever have anything to do with drugs?”

  She startles and turns to me. “No, and he wouldn’t.”
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  “Why so certain, Beth? You said, you don’t know him now.”

  “I know the boy that he was,” she insists.

  I’d meant to ask Cad to check out both him and her dad, now I’ve got another reason to know. One thing I don’t like is coincidences. What was her dad’s name? Philip… Phil Foster. That was it. I make a mental note to ask our tech expert soon. See if I can find out what Phil and Connor are into, and what trouble it might bring to Beth and her mom’s door.

  I can understand why she’d want to be at home. In my view, whatever Connor’s involved in, he’s a waste of space and they’re right not to give him the run of their home. He is also intimidating. I feel relieved she’s not leaving without good reason.

  “Tomorrow morning, when I leave here, first I’ll go to the gym. It’s too icy to run at the moment, so I’ll train there instead.”

  “We’ve got some shit here. I train with weights. What do you need?” I get a vision of her all sweaty, wearing skimpy shorts and working out alongside me.

  “Elliptical trainer. Treadmill.”

  Those we haven’t got. When I train, like everyone else, I just use a corner put aside in the basement. Maybe I’ll get the club to invest in getting our own gym facilities. Beef might be keen, Tucson had a fully kitted out one. I’d often considered utilising one of the large derelict outbuildings that used to be part of the mill. Now it’s lodged there, I can’t get the image of Beth and I training together out of my head.

  Set up a gym so I can train with her? That’s starting to sound long-term. The idea doesn’t make me squirm. Beth, me, and a future?

  In the meantime. “Which gym do you go to?”

  She mentions one of the popular ones where I wouldn’t be seen dead. Not serious in my view, but good enough for citizens who want to keep fit. It’s not got a bad reputation, so at least she’ll be safe.

  “How long will you be there?”

  “A couple of hours.” She huffs a quick laugh. “I’ll have plenty of time. If he’s coming, Connor wouldn’t arrive until much later. My brother’s always been allergic to mornings.”