The President

by Archer, Addy

  “Angie,” Alaric snaps, bringing me out of my own pity party. “Answer the man.”

  “What?” I snap, stepping out of Alaric’s shadow to face him. “You two were so loud slapping your dicks together, I didn’t notice someone asked me a question.”

  Hunt throws his head back and laughs his ass off; other bikers join in while Alaric flashes me a grin with dimple. Nice.

  “The man is questioning if you’re still a virgin or if your pussy is as dirty as your mouth.” Alaric grins again, but this time he’s flashing it at his brother.

  Great. Why am I always surrounded by idiots? What do they want me to do, spread my legs so they can check? All eyes are on me, and my mind is running wild trying to decide what to do. I can hardly hide behind Alaric’s back again. That would put me on the prude level.

  Bluff. I need to bluff, because if I have to choose between two evils, I will pick the one who makes me feel good. One who didn’t have a wife when he offered me to be his piece on the side, the one who isn’t obsessed with me. And most of all, the one who didn’t just want me for my virginity.

  My fingers slide over Alaric’s leather cut as I plaster myself against him. Why does he have to be this massive? My nails bite into the skin of his neck, making his eyes flash to me. He growls low in his throat before he grips my ass and hoists me up. I instantly wrap my legs around his waist and crash my mouth against his.

  Instant bliss, and everything else falls away. There’s only the feel of his hands kneading my ass to grind me against his pelvis, his tongue swirling around mine. His scent and warmth wrapping around me and drawing me in to become even more addicted to his touch.

  Consumed. I am utterly consumed by this man who I should hate and escape from instead of dry humping him in front of a room filled with people. Shit. Alaric must feel my hesitation because he drags his mouth from mine. Balancing my body with one arm wrapped tight around me, he fists my hair and guides my head to the crook of his neck.

  “Clearly, the virgin part is history,” Alaric affirms.

  His reply makes me smile against the skin of his neck. The way this man acts in my presence, it’s hard to get a read on him. Alaric did act as if he cared when I hit my head, turning things around. Even when he threw the deal at me, he didn’t force himself on me. And now he’s following through on his word when it comes to handling Bruno.

  Not to mention the way my body heats up when we kiss. My lips feather over his skin as I breathe him in. His heady scent is raw, strong, filled with life and domination. In this moment, he makes me feel safe and bold. My lips part as I nibble and treat his neck to an openmouthed kiss.

  His arms tighten around me as a groan rips through his chest. “Cut it out, Angie, or I’ll fuck you right here to show everyone exactly who you belong to.”

  I bring my lips slightly up and catch his earlobe between my teeth—slightly biting down before letting go. “You wouldn’t. We don’t share, remember?”

  “Fuck,” Alaric rumbles, and I can’t help but smile because in this moment, I’m sure this man is one who keeps his word once he gives it. “Excuse us,” Alaric growls, turning in the direction of his room.

  “No,” Bruno snaps. “You owe me.”

  Alaric freezes, untangles me from his body, and takes my chin between is thumb and index finger. “Stay right here,” he tells me before spinning around to stalk right into Bruno’s personal space. “You fucking owe me, not the other way around. So, I suggest you take those two idiots with you and leave. I’m cashing in. We’re even. She’s mine, and we’re done. Understood?”

  “You’re cashing in everything that was promised to you?” Bruno’s eyes go wide before they narrow. “For a woman? I shouldn’t be questioning this, but it’s hard to believe you’d give up something that huge for—”

  “For my old lady. And believe me when I say she’s worth it. But I don’t have to tell you since you’ve been lusting after her for quite some time. It ends. Now. Understood?”

  “Understood,” Bruno states, and from this distance I can see a gleam in his eyes. “I’m just making sure you don’t have any regrets.”

  “None,” Alaric snaps. “As I said, we’re done here. Now leave.”

  “Very well.” Bruno’s eyes land on me, and his head tips slightly. “Angie, it’s been a pleasure.”

  I don’t respond and neither does anyone else as Bruno and his guys leave the clubhouse. My heart is thundering inside my chest. What did Alaric give up in return for keeping me safe? Keeping the promise he gave me. Shit. Am I just as bad as my stepsister? Demanding things from others and making them clean up the mess I managed to get myself into?

  No. Alaric demanded I become his. We made a deal. We both went in with eyes open and demands of our own. But why do I get the feeling he gave up way more than me? Alaric leans in to whisper something to Hunt before his eyes lock on mine and he stalks straight to me.

  My heart thunders inside my chest; it’s bursting to reach this powerful man who I’ve promised to give myself to in every way.

  C H A P T E R F I V E

  ~ ALARIC ~

  I guide her inside my room and slam the door shut behind me, flipping the lock to keep everyone out so we won’t be interrupted. I made sure to tell Hunt to let everyone know I’m occupied until I return. No time was mentioned, and I don’t give a fuck if Myk is rotting in the basement. Everything is on hold.

  It’s not every day I take an old lady. A damn virgin. No wonder my brother was obsessed with her. She’s gorgeous. Dependable. Strong. Feisty. A motherfucking fixer. And let’s not forget the fact she’s untouched. In my brother’s world, there is honor attached to an untouched woman.

  The thing he owed me was half of everything our father owned. There wasn’t even a question. I easily gave up the rights to everything so he would back off, and I don’t have to second-guess my actions or have any regrets. I left the mafia world behind me when I ran away and became a part of Rebel Rage MC. My brother always thought I’d come back into the mob life. Lead together.

  Deep down the both of us know damn well it would never have worked. Not because it wasn’t my ambition, but because Bruno is a power-hungry lone wolf. Somehow this day is a day for eye-openers because with this decision, I feel fucking lighter. A weight lifted off my shoulders now that I made the decision to fully let go of my past.

  “What did you do?” Angie whispers. Her fists grip my cut as she hardens her voice. “What. Did. You. Do?”

  My fingers dig into her hip to drag her closer. “I kept my end of the deal. Made sure he’d back off.”

  “Yes, but at what cost? You can’t… It’s not... Nobody ever gave up anything for me, and the way Bruno acted? Tell me, what did you do? What favor did you cash in?”

  Nobody gave up anything for this woman? It’s kinda hard to believe when I’m glancing in her blue eyes. At first they were icy, and yet now? They’re a turbulent deep blue sea with the kinda waves I’d gladly drown in.

  “Is it so hard to believe I picked you, a living person, over something else?” I rumble.

  She’s staring at me, and I can see the warmth and wariness settling in. Damn women and feelings. It’s as if she’s trying to see if there’s more than the convenience of our deal that benefits the both of us. I can’t have that shit thrown into the mix. My cock wants her, I have her here, that’s it.

  “Well, if it is, think about it this way. I hate losing, and for damn sure I won’t ever lose when it comes to my brother. And when I claim something, it’s mine and mine alone. My property. My woman. And my virgin pussy to taint with my cock.” I add a nice smirk to show her the asshole I truly am, if it wasn’t clear with the words I just threw at her.

  Her eyes are still holding mine—her tits rising and falling—and it’s as if she’s seeing right through me. I can’t stand it anymore. Even if she isn’t moving, she’s clawing at my chest trying to get underneath my skin.

  Wrapped in a fog of lust and driven with the need to possess her, I l
ean close and take her mouth. My tongue demands entry, and at first she captures it between her teeth, giving me a slight sting before she starts to dominate the kiss. There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to let her lead.

  My fingers find her wavy brown hair to grab hold and guide her head. I relish in her gasp before she groans in desire. Fucking hell, I can barely stand the heat we’re creating. I have fucked many nameless cunts in my life, but this little feisty virgin who’s not holding back and diving headfirst into pleasure? A motherfucking trophy to compliment my achievement in this fucked-up life.

  Best thing ever, and my cock hasn’t even touched her pussy, but I could shoot out my cum just by having my mouth on this woman. Her nails rake my skin and it normally annoys the shit out of me if a bitch wants to leave her mark on me. Yet, I crave Angie’s demands to get closer, and I’ve become aware it’s her quirk to spur me on.

  My other hand slides over her ass and rubs between her legs as her nails dig in deeper. Fuck yeah, I knew it. She doesn’t need to give me words to let me know what she wants or where she wants it. Her nails biting my skin is all the direction I need.

  I rip my mouth away from hers. “Clothes. We don’t fucking need ’em. I want to see you. Touch every inch of you.”

  My voice is a rough and harsh demand. I should wonder—while she should be damn scared—how I’m ever going to hold back my cock so I won’t hurt her virgin pussy. Fuck. The mere thought almost makes me come in my motherfucking pants.

  I shrug out of my cut and throw it on the bed. My shirt hits the floor, and I simultaneously toe off my boots as I unbutton my jeans. My eyes stay on Angie as her heated gaze slides over my naked body. No damn fear of what’s to come. No regrets, no hate or guilt tangled into her thoughts of how we got to this point. Only open and raw lust. And it’s all aimed at me.

  I wrap my fingers around my thick girth and give my cock a good squeeze. “You’re still wearing too much fabric, Angie. Get ready for me. Now, or I’ll rip everything into shreds that prevents me from sliding into your warm and welcoming wet pussy.”

  Her clothes hit the floor one piece at a time until she’s standing before me, all curves wearing horrible bleak granny panties and a bra. But she wears it as if it’s the sexiest of lace lingerie. Either my head is messing with me or it’s the woman standing before me, but she could be covered with shit and I’d still fuck her like there’s no tomorrow.

  When her underwear finally hits the floor, all I can do is stare at her delicious full tits she’s managed to hide from everyone. Full. Heavy. Some might say too big or saggy, but fuck. All I can think about is having them in my hands and lubing them up, so I can fuck ’em until my cum has branded them as mine.

  My eyes trail down her curvy body until they land on her pussy, and aggravation rises over the fact I can’t see her clit poking out of its hood. I don’t put my mouth on a pussy because I know those I fuck are easy and filled by another cock at every turn, but this is different. This one is untouched and will be mine, and only mine.

  “Get into the bathroom Angie,” I tell her and follow her inside.

  Turning on the water, I wait for it to heat up as I grab the stuff I need. Angie eyes my every move but doesn’t utter a single word. Her nipples are hard and demand to be licked, sucked, rubbed, bitten, any, all, now, later. Fuck. Her eyes are bouncing all over the place but constantly find their way back to my cock.

  “Ever touched one?” The corner of my mouth twitches as I see her face turning a nice shade of red.

  “Does a lifeless one count when it was cut off? Then yes, more than a few times. Curtesy of the head of a gang down south who likes to slice off dicks when he kills. Some people really have weird quirks.”

  “Come closer,” I command. “Wrap those delicate fingers around my cock ’cause this one is very much alive and pumping with blood and the need to get inside you.”

  Steam is filling up the bathroom as my head tips back, relishing in the way her soft fingers slide over my cock as she finally grips it and starts to tug. The nails of her other hand rake over my balls, and it makes me fucking hiss. Dammit, I’m close to blowing my load all over her hands.

  “How the fuck are you still a virgin, woman?” I growl and step back. “Your hands move with expertise, and your body is made for sin.”

  She shrugs. “The females hanging around my life are all whores. Working with my father, we frequented whorehouses regularly for cleanup, so I saw too damn much from an early age. Some. All. I’m not blind, Alaric, and most definitely not asexual. But it doesn’t mean I’ve ever acted on it. Curious and filled with need? Yes. Experience firsthand? None. Now, are we going to talk some more or are we going to do this? And why are we in the bathroom? Do we need to get clean before we get dirty? I always thought sex was on the bed, floor, couch, against the wall, whatever.”

  “Whatever, eh?” I grab her by the waist and place her up on the countertop.

  She squeals when her bare ass hits the cold material. I grab her ankle and make sure her pussy is freely available for me. Her eyes are filled with thousands of questions until I place my razor and the shaving cream on the counter, and a tiny “Oh,” slips past her lips.

  “I want your pussy bare so I can eat it and enjoy watching your clit swell and poke out of the hood. I’m going to lick every inch and tease the fuck out of it while it’s turning all red and puffy. I need to see it all and not have it hide behind a bush of hair. Or would you rather I not eat you out? Just use my fingers to get you wet and ready for me? Give the same kind of treatment below as when I pull the hairs on your head? Like this?”

  I grab her by the pubic hairs and give a little tug, making her legs clamp down on my arm as she yelps from surprise. She tries to glare, but I can feel the wetness seeping out when I let my fingers tease her slit.

  “Hmmm,” I hum. “Maybe I need to rethink or change things up from time to time. But first I’m going to do what I set my mind to.” I grab my blade and let it hover above her sweet, luscious tits.

  Slowly lowering the cold steel in the direction of her nipple, I watch how she sucks in a breath while goose bumps spreads all over her skin. Fuck. The way she responds is damn tempting. As I graze the tight peak with the blade, Angie hisses, but when my tongue swirls around it right after, her nails dig into my hair to keep me pinned.

  Yes, this is most definitely going to be the fun kind of torture the both of us need before I can roughly pound her pussy to get the release I crave. With her being a virgin, she won’t enjoy my cock breaking her in for the first time. But I’m going to make damn sure she gets her fill of pleasure.

  Pulling back, I take some shaving cream and get to work. She pins me with her gaze but follows my instructions flawlessly as I bare her pretty pussy. When I’m done, I grab her by the waist and take her with me underneath the shower.

  Backing her up against the tiles, I let my hand travel down between her legs. “Now, how does that feel, darlin’? Can you feel every-fucking-thing I do?” I feather my fingertip over her clit, and it makes her head fall back as her lips part.

  It doesn’t matter if I ask her questions or tell her about every bitch I’ve fucked in my life because she’s oblivious to everything except for my touch. The little moons appearing in my forearms where she grips me are her silently spoken pleas of the need for release.

  I tease her opening while simultaneously drawing circles over her clit while building pressure. The little mewls intensify as she gets closer and closer. My finger slides inside her pussy with slight ease with the rush of wetness dripping out. She’s so motherfucking tight, and my cock is begging for me to slide home.

  Even more when her screams bounce off the tiles, my damn name ripping from her throat as her pussy clenches down on my finger while it tries to suck it deeper inside. Dammit, I need my cum to burst free inside her warm pussy right fucking now before it lands on the tiles.

  I hook her leg underneath my arm to open her up, fist my cock, and throw my hips forward. H
er teeth sink into my shoulder at the same time as my cock pulses out my orgasm. Fucking hell, one pump and it’s all over.

  She’s still clinging to me, and I’m a sick fucking bastard to be smiling about the fact I’m wrapped in contentment and pleasure while she’s hurting. I can feel it from the way her body is locked tight. Her teeth have left my shoulder as she’s now panting against my neck where her face is buried.

  I shut down the water and stalk into the bedroom while she’s still clinging to me. My cock is still buried inside her pussy. Water drips down our bodies as I lie down on the bed. My cock slides out, making me groan in regret. Angie though? She sighs in relief but stays draped over my body.

  “I had such big plans,” I mutter, mainly to myself.

  Angie groans. “Don’t remind me, because it for sure as shit was big.”

  Laughter rips through my body, making Angie giggle above me. Damn, this woman. I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman make me laugh in bed. Shit. I’ve never had a woman in my bed long enough to do just that. If I needed to get off, it was like a business deal—get it done and over with.

  Most certainly not enjoying the aftermath and the need to keep her close. Maybe it’s because the “get it done and over with” part was way too quick this time. Instead of it being her first time, it felt like I was a teenager who blew his load prematurely.

  Good thing she’s mine to claim all over again as soon—and as many times—as I want. Even if she’s sore, I’ll make sure to get my mouth on her next time to bring her to orgasm before I get my fill. Yeah, big new plans are already being created inside my head while my cock hardens painfully.

  Come to think of it, now is as good a time as any to start all over. I gently slide out from underneath her and head for the bathroom. Returning with a warm, wet washcloth, I grab her ankle to spread her legs open. She doesn’t utter one word but just lets me do my thing while her gaze stays pinned on me.