Devil's Disciples MC Series- The Complete Boxed Set

by Scott Hildreth

  With the tip of his cock nestled in my wet folds, I paused. Still fast asleep, his snoring gave proof as to the depth of his subconscious state.

  I lowered my weight onto his swollen shaft. With my eyes closed and my pussy throbbing with desire, I took his entire length in one motion. When my butt met his thighs I shuddered, nearly reaching climax in that first stroke.

  About to burst with equal parts pleasure and excitement, I rode his rigid dick slowly and methodically. Each stroke filled me with a unique sense of pleasure that could only come from sexual contact with the man who soundly slept beneath me.

  Illuminated by the faint blue luminescence from the night’s full moon, the outline of Tito’s facial expression was clear. Wearing a slight smile—but undoubtedly dead asleep—he seemed to be at peace with my sexual offering.

  Considering his state of subconscious bliss, I decided to step up my sex game. If I was going to get away with using his dick without him knowing, I needed to make it a memorable occasion. I flexed my thigh muscles and drew a deep breath.

  I commenced to ride my tattooed lover like a rented scooter.

  Taking his entire length deep into my vaginal walls with each thrust of my hips, I fucked him like a woman possessed by sexual demons. The muffled sounds of my moaning filled the room.

  I lasted all of thirty seconds, reaching an unexpected climax long before I was mentally prepared. The orgasm took me by complete surprise, all but crippling me from doing anything but allowing it to envelop me completely.

  With a cramping calf muscle, worn-out pussy, and an insanely sensitive clit, I rolled off my lover and onto my back.

  Feeling a slight bit guilty, I glanced to my left. Still passed out completely, Tito was catching up on the sleep he missed out on for the previous ten days.

  Wondering what it was that troubled him, but glad that it seemed to be over, I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

  He fidgeted a little and then turned to his side.

  Grinning from ear to ear at my night’s accomplishment, I nestled against him and draped my arm across his chest. Incapable of recalling the nightmare that snatched me from my sleep and completely exhausted from my sexual adventure, I fell asleep with the man of my dreams wrapped in my arms.

  240

  Tito

  While Reggie and I shared our morning cup of coffee together, I received a text from the automated maintenance system warning me that a pump had failed in a north San Diego car wash.

  Disappointed to cut our morning short, I finished my coffee and gave her a kiss. “Sorry, I’ve got to take care of this.”

  “I understand.” She looked up and smiled. “I guess I’ll see you after I get off work.”

  Reggie wasn’t a morning person. She often took an hour or so to crawl out of the shell that a night of sleep left her in. For some reason, however, she was in an exceptionally good mood for being awake no more than ten minutes.

  I looked her over. Dressed in sweats and a weathered tee shirt, she was wearing her hair in a sloppy bun. She looked adorable.

  I grinned at the sight. “For just waking up, you’re rather spry this morning.”

  “I had really vivid dreams last night,” she explained. “In one, I lived in a treehouse. I had this crazy long hair. Like, thirty feet long. It cascaded out the window of the treehouse and all the way to the ground. Down below, there were flowers everywhere. I think it was in a forest. A flower forest. Anyway.” She shrugged. “Maybe those dreams made me happy.”

  “Like Rapunzel,” I said.

  She gave me a confused look. “Huh?”

  “Your hair. Sounds like Rapunzel. The fairy tale from the Brothers Grimm?”

  Her eyes widened. “Oh. Rapunzel. Yeah. I never put two and two together.” She sipped her coffee. “I’ll give that some thought while you’re fixing your pump.”

  I kissed her. “I love you, Rapunzel. See you this evening.”

  She smiled. “Love you, too.”

  By eleven o’clock the pump was repaired, and I had nothing else to do. A ride along the coast brought a sense of peace, but not what I was accustomed to.

  Our botched robbery left each of us searching for a way to rid our minds of what happened. It seemed the only thing that worked for me was to spend time away from the club. In the absence of the members of the MC, I was able to deny my participation in the events of that night, leaving me to dwell in a fictitious world where they were responsible, and I was nothing more than an innocent bystander.

  Guided by nothing more than my heart’s desire, I rode all the way to El Cajon. As I came to a stop in the shopping mall’s parking lot, I smiled to myself. I hadn’t made a conscious decision to see Reggie. I’d ridden the thirty miles to her place of work without a moment’s thought of where I was going or what I was doing. Eager to see her—and hoping she could slip away to the food court for lunch—I meandered into the mall.

  Upon seeing me walk into the store, Raymond looked up from organizing a display of surf attire. “Hey, Taddeo.”

  “How’s it going, Raymond?”

  “Splendidly,” he replied. He cocked his hip and gave me a quick once-over. “Do you feel strangely unsatisfied this morning?”

  He was wearing a pair of turquoise-colored pants and a yellow tee shirt, both of which fit him like a coat of paint. As always, his hair and makeup defined perfection. A pair of spotless Old School Van’s completed his wardrobe.

  Brows raised, he waited for me to respond. His eyes glistened with guilt. He looked like the cat that got away with eating the canary.

  “Not particularly,” I responded with a laugh. “Why?”

  “Oh, no real reason.” He diverted his attention to the shirts, but it didn’t last long. He adjusted the same stack that he was messing with when I arrived, and then looked up. “Do you have, I don’t know, a lot of pent up frustration, or anything?”

  I cocked an eyebrow. “What going on, Raymond?”

  He examined his cuticles. “Oh, nothing.”

  I raised my other brow. “Spill it, Raymond.”

  He looked like a suspect that had been interrogated by police for six solid hours and was on the cusp of telling them everything they wanted to know.

  He looked away. “I can’t.”

  “You will,” I demanded, trying my best to keep from laughing.

  He met my gaze. “Promise you won’t tell her I told you?”

  “I won’t say a word.”

  His eyes darted around the store. After locating Reggie, an exaggerated sigh escaped him. “I’m such an awful friend when it comes to keeping secrets,” he said, meeting my gaze. “I keep them about as well as Tristan Thompson keeps his penis in his pants.”

  “Who?”

  He looked at me like he’d caught me fucking his cat. “Khloe Kardashian’s whore of an ex,” he exclaimed. “Hell-o.”

  “Cheated with her sister’s best friend. Sorry, I didn’t recognize the name.” I stole a look in Reggie’s direction. She was flipping through a rack of shirts while a college-age girl waited impatiently. I looked at Raymond. “Back to the secret you can’t keep. Spill it, Brother.”

  He glanced left and then right before cupping his hand over the side of his mouth. Filled with giddy excitement, he leaned forward.

  “Come here,” he whispered.

  I laughed to myself at his theatrics. Excited for his revelation, I closed the gap between us. “Let’s hear it.”

  “While you were sleeping last night, Miss Reggie rode you like a rented scooter,” he whispered. He leaned away. “Those are her words, not mine.”

  I gave him a look. “What?”

  “She gave you a blowie while you were snoring away,” he whispered. “Then, she used you for her sexual gratification.” He nodded toward my crotch. “So, if you feel an uncanny desire to relieve yourself, don’t be surprised. I’m sure the buildup is horrendous. She said it was quite the event.”

  I gave him a look of disbelief. “She fucked me while I wa
s asleep?”

  He raised his extended index finger to his pursed lips. “Shhh.” He scowled. “Don’t let her hear you.”

  “There’s no way she fucked me without waking me up,” I insisted. “I’m a light sleeper.”

  He gave me a sideways look. “Reggie’s got her faults, but she’s not a liar.”

  “Seriously?” I asked, still not quite believing it. “She fucked me while I was asleep?”

  He nodded like he witnessed the event himself. “She rode that big dick of yours like a stolen bicycle.”

  I laughed at the thought of her accomplishment. “Can I joke about it with her? As long as I don’t ever tell her you told me?”

  “Like how?” he asked, looking me up and down. “Give me an example.”

  “Jokingly,” I replied. “Like, saying something about my aching balls. I don’t know, just joking around about it.”

  “As long as you don’t tell her,” he said. “I swore I wouldn’t tell. If she finds out, she’ll just die.”

  “You said you can’t keep secrets. Surely she’s aware.”

  “She is,” he admitted. “But, one of these days she’s going to stop telling me anything if she keeps finding out that I can’t even last until lunch break without telling someone.”

  “I won’t do anything to compromise our secret,” I said.

  He smiled. “You’re a sweetheart.”

  “I don’t know about that,” I said.

  “Well, I do.” He raised his recently waxed eyebrows. “I saw the Copte Passementeries.”

  I had no idea what he was talking about. “The what?”

  “The little yellow sandals,” he said. “They’re adorable, by the way.”

  “Oh, those. Yeah, they’re cute.”

  “Cute and expensive,” he replied.

  “I’ve saved my entire life with one real purpose in mind,” I said. “To one day be able to treat a woman the way she’s always dreamed of being treated.”

  A surprised look overcame him. “Here she comes,” he whispered. “Remember our agreement.”

  He scurried away, glancing over his shoulder every few steps.

  Reggie walked through the maze of clothes and met me at the entrance. “What were you guys talking about?”

  “Your yellow sandals. He loves them.”

  She rolled her eyes. “He would so wear a pair of them. He can’t stop talking about them.”

  I took a step toward her and winced in mock pain.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “I have no idea,” I said. “When I got to the car wash, my nuts felt like they were on fire. They’re all swollen and sensitive. I think I need to go to the hospital.”

  She gasped. “Is it that bad?”

  “It’s awful,” I muttered. “I can barely walk.”

  A guilty look washed over her. “When uhhm. When did it start? With your stomach problems last week?”

  “No,” I replied. “It started this morning.”

  “This morning, huh?” The guilty look worsened. “Is it really bad?”

  “Believe me, I’ve been in a lot of pain and I’ve never felt pain like this in my entire life.”

  “I need.” She sighed. “I need to tell you something.”

  I took another step and nearly collapsed. After stabilizing myself against a rack of clothes, I met her worried gaze. “What’s.” I swallowed hard. “What’s that?”

  “I’m so sorry,” she said. “When you were asleep last night, I…I’d been having these ridiculous dreams. I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. So, I started sucking your dick, thinking you’d wake up. You didn’t. Then, I figured what the heck. One thing led to another, and I fucked you while you were sleeping.” She wrinkled her nose. “Sorry.”

  “You fucked me while I was asleep?”

  Her gaze fell to the floor. “I did.”

  “In some respects, I guess it’s a relief.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “It’s an easy fix,” I said. “All you need to do is finish what you started.”

  “Oh, believe me, I will.” She looked at her watch. “In six hours.”

  “I can’t walk,” I complained. “We’re going to need to do something right now.” I nodded toward the rear of the store. “In the dressing room.”

  The guilty look she wore changed to one of worry. “Are you serious?”

  “Either that, or I’ll have to get one of the nurses at Mercy to check me out. Rumor has it that they—”

  “No random nurse is giving you a handy,” she snapped.

  I shrugged. “It’s either her or you. I guess that decision is yours.”

  “We’ll get this problem solved right now.” She reached for my hand. “Come on.”

  I followed her toward the dressing rooms, limping and complaining the entire way. Once we were inside one of the private booths, she pushed the door closed and faced me.

  “Get up on the bench,” she said. “That way no one will see two sets of feet in here.”

  I fought to keep from smiling. “Okay.”

  “Even if it hurts, you’ve got to be quiet,” she whispered.

  “I’ll do my best,” I assured her, groveling in pain as I crawled onto the bench. “It’s just…this pain is…it’s fucking awful.”

  “I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice sincerely apologetic. “I didn’t know this was going to happen. I was just having fun.”

  “At my expense,” I complained.

  While I stood on the bench in front of her, she unbuckled my belt. Using caution, she unzipped my jeans and reached into my boxers. When her hand cupped my scrotum, I folded at the waist in phony pain.

  “Be careful,” I whined. “They’re killing me.”

  “Oh my God,” she gasped. “They feel huge.”

  With everything still nestled inside my boxers, she couldn’t see a thing. She relied solely on her memory of what my balls felt like, which was obviously skewed by my complaints.

  “They are huge,” I said. “Someone didn’t bother finishing her job.”

  She scowled playfully. “I’m finishing it now.”

  I wanted to tell her it was all a big joke, but I couldn’t break my promise to Raymond. Feeling guilty, I watched greedily as she took me into her mouth.

  Completely mesmerized by her oral fortitude, I stood in awe while she bobbed her head with the determination of a woman hoping to free herself of the guilt brought on by the previous night’s antics.

  She excited me so deeply that I often reached climax in a matter of minutes, instead of hours. Succeed-or-bust blowjobs—like the one she was giving me—apparently reduced that time from minutes to seconds.

  I arched my back and closed my eyes. The sound of my irregular breathing filled the small room.

  Driven wild by the thought of completing her task, she gripped my ass firmly in her hands and repeatedly pounded the soft palate of her throat against the tip of my dick.

  A tingling sensation surged from my scrotum to the tip of my cock. A low moan escaped me.

  My entire body shuddered. Without warning, I erupted into her mouth.

  She allowed the fruit of her labor to pulse into her throat. When it was over, she pulled away and met my guilt-infused gaze.

  “All better?” she asked.

  I let out a lengthy sigh and opened my eyes. “Yeah.”

  “You came a ton.” She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “I’m so sorry I did that to you.”

  With my half-hard cock dangling between my legs and my mind floating in the heavens above, I stood on the bench wishing I could tell her the truth. Wallowing knee-deep in guilt, I reached for my jeans.

  The door to the dressing room burst open. Raymond stood in the middle of the opening, wide-eyed.

  His eyes shot from Reggie to my dangling cock. Then, they darted back to Reggie. “I can’t live with myself,” he announced. “I’m not worthy of either of your friendships.”

  “Raymond!” Reggie gasped.
“We’re—”

  “I told him,” he blurted.

  Raymond was right. He couldn’t keep a secret. Not even ours. I pulled up my jeans in case I needed to make a run for it when Reggie figured out what really happened.

  “You told him what?” she asked.

  “I told him that you rode him like a stolen bicycle while he was sleeping. I can’t play a part in weaving this web of lies.” He took another glance at me and lowered his head in shame. “I’m sorry, Taddeo.”

  “That’s quite alright, Raymond.”

  Reggie looked at me. “You knew?”

  I nodded. “I did.”

  “The swollen balls?” She looked me up and down. “It was a trick?”

  I filled with shame. “It was.”

  Her eyes shot to Raymond. “One that you helped orchestrate?”

  “Orchestrate? Oh. My. God.” He shook his head. “No.” He raised his hand. His thumb and forefinger were a centimeter apart. “Assist?” He squinted. “Just a little bit.”

  Her eyes darted between us. She huffed out a sigh. “I can’t believe you two.”

  Obviously aggravated with our assembly of playful lies, she disappeared into the sea of clothing behind Raymond.

  I stepped off the bench and buckled my belt. “That could have gone worse.”

  “Much worse,” Raymond agreed. “She’s got the temperament of a rabid badger when she’s angry.”

  I stepped to the doorway and paused. “Good to know.”

  He moved aside. “I guess if nothing else, you two could have makeup sex tonight. Hopefully you’ll be able to last longer than fifteen seconds.”

  “You noticed?”

  “I had my ear plastered to the door the entire time.” He glanced at me and then shook his head in disgust. “That was pathetic.”

  I chuckled. “I was thinking the same thing.”

  “I close my eyes and think about being chased by an angry mob of Blake Shelton look-alikes,” he said matter-of-factly. “It really helps with my stamina.”

  “Thanks, Brother,” I said with a laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind.”