by Amy Davies
It’s fucking crazy—and I bet some people think the same—that I was a dickhead for claiming her without kissing or fucking her, but when you know you know, I guess. I’ve fucked for no reason but to get off for years, but I’m at the age where I want it to mean something.
“So take me. Kiss me, Joey Masters.” Her voice is more breathy than normal, her arousal shining through.
Her plush pink lips call to me, and I know that now is the right time to finally kiss her. To taste her.
“I hope you know that once I start, I won’t ever stop, baby.” With a beautiful smile, I grip the back of her neck, pulling her mouth to mine—and kiss her.
When our lips touch for the first time, I know that I will never let her go, and as girly as that shit sounds, I really couldn’t give a flying fuck. She fits perfectly to my body. My cock skyrockets when she moans against my lips.
She tastes like coffee and cream cheese, something she had at breakfast. Her soft body molds to mine as the kiss deepens, my tongue licking every inch of her mouth, making sure it doesn’t miss an ounce of flavor from her.
“Fuck, baby,” I say against her lips, then kiss her again. My brain is in Kara-drive and all it wants to do is feel her. “We need to eat first. I packed food and shit. We can go and eat out by the lake. What do you say?” I ask, smirking at her.
“You want us to eat out by the lake? Like a date, Joey? Are you going all mushy on me, handsome?” Her voice has gone sugary-sweet and it does good shit to my dick.
“Yeah, baby. Let’s go.” I step away and go fetch the items that Dezi packed. Walking back over to Kara, I take her hand and lead her outside.
With a blanket tucked under my arm, and a bag of goodies in one hand, Kara’s tiny hand in the other, we make the short trip down the lawn area to the small deck.
Reluctantly dropping her hand, I put the bag on the floor and lay out the blanket.
“This is beautiful, Joey.” Her voice is softer than I have ever heard it before.
“I agree,” I reply, never taking my eyes off her. She smirks at me.
We sit and talk, eating the food and taking in the breathtaking view around us. Dezi packed some mini homemade Italian subs, some corn, mini quiche and some chocolate covered strawberries. Plus, some beer for us both and pink lemonade for Kara.
While we eat, Kara tells me about her life back home; about living with Crude and Jewel; meeting Lani and becoming friends in school. She does touch on Hancock, but I shut that shit down. He has no place here with us. I tell her about my army days, and how I met Opal and the club, not that she doesn’t know most of it.
The sun has almost set, and the sky is filled with oranges and pinks. It’s beyond words. Being in the army makes you take in each moment.
“Come here, babe,” I say, breaking the recent silence. Kara shifts her body over to mine and I lay us down, sliding my thigh over hers, pinning her beneath me.
I cup her jaw and our gazes lock. The look that passes between us tells me everything I need to know. She wants me as much as I want her. Moving in, I kiss her deeply, sliding my tongue between her lips when she lets out a little gasp of desire.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” I ask her before moving my lips down her neck, sucking gently, but enough to have her back arching off the blanket.
“Yes. Now take me all the way, Joey. I need you to fuck me.” Her words go straight to my cock, which is being strangled in the confines of my jeans. Smirking at her, I sit up, pulling her up with me and removing her top and bra in one swift movement.
“Nifty,” she giggles against my neck, where she continues to kiss, lick and suck.
I lay her back down and quickly remove her shorts and panties. The sight before me has my movements stopping to take in the pure, unadulterated woman before me.
Her long legs, flat stomach, tanned skin and perfect tits… Let’s just say she’s perfect for me. Her tits move with her heavy breathing as her skin turns a sexy shade of pink.
“You want me, baby?” I ask her as I undress.
She watches every move I make. Her eyes track my hands—and then settle on my cock when my jeans drop to the deck. Toeing off my boots and socks, I stand before her naked, with my cock in hand.
“Always have,” she says with a breathy tone. “You were always so near but so far away, Joey. I’m younger than you, I get that. I know that you were this wannabe badass biker, but it still hurt seeing you with the other women. I guess it was my stupid teenage hormones making me look at things differently. But not anymore,” she explains.
“Not anymore. You are mine, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking inch of you. I was a pervy bastard for wanting you back then, babe, but now… now I get to enjoy you, guilt free.”
Grasping her ankles, I pull them further apart, causing her to let out a sexy giggle. That giggle dies as soon as I see her pussy, all pink, plump and juicy.
“All this juice just for me?” I ask, burying my nose in her bare pussy and inhaling her arousal.
“Yes,” she hisses as my tongue makes contact with her tight nub. I love pussy, but I never eat one. Let’s just say I’m a taker rather than a giver. I mean, come on, I give them enough with my cock.
But having Kara’s pussy in my face, all I want to do is eat it for days, to make up for all the years I’ve missed having her.
“Oh, God, Joey,” she moans, arching her back. Her thighs clamp around my head, her hand gripping the short hair on my head. “Yes!”
Sliding one finger into her pussy, then a second one, her pussy clamps around my digits. It doesn’t take long for her breathing to get faster and faster, until she cries out her orgasm. Her body writhing against the plaid blanket, hands fisting the material tightly. She comes in my mouth, her juices coating my tongue and lips.
Fuck me, nothing has tasted so good.
My cock agrees with me, because he’s weeping with need for this woman.
“Holy shit,” she pants out. Smiling, I crawl up her body, taking her mouth in a deep kiss; marking her lips as mine. I know she can taste herself on me because she moans, licking my lips. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, holding my body tight to hers.
She flexes her hips, making contact with my cock, and I hiss. She gives me a saucy smile. Little shit.
“Let me help you out with that.” She nods down to my dick, which is screaming between us. Shaking my head, her smile drops, but I kiss her again to soothe her disappointment, then I roll to the side and tuck her tight to me.
“That was all about you, baby. I’ll get mine soon enough.”
In seconds, her breathing evens out and I know she’s fallen asleep. Hopefully not with thoughts that I don’t want her, because I do, so fucking much. Doing this right with her is the only way for me. I don’t want to fuck things up. I was truthful in telling her I will get mine, sooner than she knows.
Ten
Kara
Waking up wrapped in tattooed arms is like a dream come true, as cheesy as that sounds, even if one of those hands is currently cupping my boob. For years I crushed on Joey, but like I said, he was always just out of reach. I get that he is eight years older than me, and back then he was in a different part of his life to me at the time. I was stupid to ever think he would like me, or even see me as something more than just a kid; I was one fucked up teenager back then. Always getting into trouble for stupid shit, huge chip on my shoulder, I thought I knew everything.
Took risks every day. I was fearless.
“Morning, babe.” His greeting pulls me from my thoughts. After Joey went to P-Town out on the deck last night, we moved everything inside and went for round two, which consisted of being fucked into next week and beyond. Can a woman die from too many orgasms? Maybe, maybe not, but hell, what a way to go.
His gravelly voice makes me shiver, and parts of me pulse. How can a man sound so sexy as soon as he wakes up? I have no doubt that I sound like a dying frog and look like I have been dragged through a rose bush first thing i
n the morning.
Snuggling back into his body, I hear him hiss when my ass comes into contact with his dick, which is hard. Oh, so hard—and poking me in the butt.
“Morning.” His arms tighten around me, one sliding up to my jaw and turning my head to face him. Adjusting my body so I’m lying on my back, I look up at a sexy, sleepy-looking Joey. His face is soft and still has some sleep lines from being smushed against the pillow.
Oddly sexy.
“Sleep okay?” he asks, leaning forward to kiss me. I pull away and dart out of the bed before he can say anything.
“Ew, morning breath! I need to brush my teeth before you put your mouth on me.” I turn to the bathroom, but an arm goes around my waist, pulling me back to the bed. I yelp and laugh as Joey climbs on top of me, settling between my legs.
His morning wood fitting perfectly against my pussy.
“My mouth has been on your pussy, morning breath doesn’t faze me, babe. Now kiss your man, yeah?”
Shaking my head at him, he smiles down at me, then uses one hand to grip my jaw and kisses me hard and deep. His tongue licks the seam of my lips, urging me to open for him, which I do quickly.
I mean, come on, his tongue is a slice of heaven right there for the taking.
Wanting to touch him more, I slide my arms up his thighs to his bare, tight ass and give it a squeeze. Magnum laughs against my lips and pulls back a little to look down at me.
“Like what you feel, baby?” Nodding, I grip the juicy globes in my hands, squeezing again. Damn, this man works out.
“I need you inside of me, Joey,” I say between kisses, my voice laced with desire. His gaze bounces between my eyes, before he gives me a huge Masters smile.
“Anything you want, baby.”
Leaning over to the bedside table, he pulls out a condom and sheaths himself. Why is watching a man cover his dick in a condom such a turn on? I mean, I’ve seen men jerk off when watching porn, but seeing Joey do it… fuck me, it’s pussy melting.
“I need you, Magnum. My P-Town is craving for you to visit. Has been for years.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. He freezes for a split second, before he bursts out laughing.
His laugh sends shivers down my spine, and I wonder why he doesn’t do it more. The smile on his face is enough to melt the panties off any woman in a ten-mile radius. I’m not wearing any panties, but my pussy is melting for this man; dripping all over both of us.
“P-Town, what the fuck?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him, and he laughs again before latching his mouth onto mine. His tongue delves into my mouth, commanding and in full control.
While our lips are locked, he slams into me, and I cry out.
“JOEY!”
“Oh fuck,” he pants out. His body stills, then he brings his gaze to mine. His cock is nestled tight inside of me, stretching me to the max. With a slight nudge of his hips, he bottoms out, and I cry out to the room again.
“You okay? I need to move, Kara.” Nodding, I flex my fingers, which are still clutching his ass. His eyes go dark, darker than his normal demon eyes.
Joey moves his hips, pulling out of me then sliding back in to the hilt again. Every time he moves, he hits the spot that sends the most exquisite feeling rushing through my body.
We both pant and breathe heavily, and sweat soon covers our skin, making our bodies slick. With calculated movements, Joey brings me closer and closer to a climax I know will rock my world.
“Oh yeah, harder,” I moan, and he obliges. Pulling almost all the way out and slamming home, each thrust pulling my orgasm from me.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. The best I’ve ever had,” he grinds out, pulling his head back to look at me. Our gazes lock, and I can see the desire shining through his violet eyes.
“Really don’t want to be thinking of you fucking others while you’re fucking me, Magnum,” I tell him, then slap his ass. He stills and looks down at me, leaning over on one elbow.
“Did you just spank me?” he asked, stunned.
“Fuck, yeah I did. Do not talk about fucking other women when you’re with me. Do you want me to talk about the guys I’ve fucked while I’m with you?” I ask, giving him a challenging look.
“Fuck no,” he growls. He pulls out of me completely, and I flinch at the loss of him. Flipping me over onto all fours, I let out a squeal. Not one to waste time, he pounds into me, gripping my hips with such force I bet I’ll have fingerprint bruises.
“You were a fucking virgin before me, Kara Lornes. No other man has ever had you, do you hear me?”
I would chuckle if I wasn’t being fucked into next year by Magnum. A virgin I wasn’t, but I had only slept with a handful of guys before him.
In and out he fucks me, like he’s a starving man. With one hand, he reaches around and pinches my clit, and my orgasm doesn’t give me time to adjust as it washes over me. Every muscle in my body locks up as I scream out his name.
He fucks me through the orgasm, chasing his own. He fucks like a porn star, hard and fast, until he grunts and his body stills. He growls out my name as he fills the condom, and my pussy spasms around his shaft as he pulses inside of me.
My legs give out, and I fall flat on the bed. Joey pulls out of me, getting rid of the condom I would imagine, but my brain is too tired to pay attention. The bed dips, and I feel a warm cloth between my legs as he cleans me up.
“Nap, baby. Round two soon,” he says, before lying next to me. I drift off with the masculine scent of Joey Masters seeping into my flesh.
We’ve been back at the clubhouse for a few hours and Magnum had to go into his office to talk to Opal about some club stuff. I’m not one to sit around and do nothing, so I decided to make sure the bar was fully stocked and the kitchen clean.
“Hey, Risky, can I get a beer, please?” I turn to the sound of Edge’s voice. Getting him a beer, I set it on the table. He stares down at the bar, not looking himself.
“Hey, you okay?” I ask, placing his beer down in front of him.
“Yeah, just got some personal shit going on,” he explains, and I nod. “So, how was the cabin?”
“Good, really good. We talked about things. Things about back home and his army days. It was nice. Cleared the air, ya know?” I shrug. It was nice talking to Magnum, seeing him away from the club and not looking so tense all the time.
“Oh, thank fuck. I was pissed that he wasn’t going to tell you about your friend Lani. Fuck man, I hated that he didn’t want to tell you everything straight away.” He shakes his head, but my body turns to ice and my eyes widen.
Magnum didn’t tell me anything about Lani. Edge must sense the air just changed because he brings his gaze to mine and the bottle freezes midair. He knows he’s fucked up.
“He didn’t tell you, did he?” Slowly, I shake my head, letting the shock wear off and the anger boil over.
“MAGNUM,” I scream. Edge mutters and climbs off his stool. His stance turns defensive, like he knows what’s about to go down.
“What the hell is all the bellowing about, babe?” He comes over to the bar and looks between Edge and me.
“What happened to Lani?” I hiss out at him. His face blanches, but then he recovers and turns his gaze toward Edge; hate vibrating off Magnum’s body. He growls and lunges for Edge..
“You motherfucker! You couldn’t just wait for me to tell her, could you?” Magnum screams at Edge, and they throw punch for punch. Edge is defending himself against Magnum, growing and grunting in pain at each hit. Magnum is like a rabid animal, not something I’ve seen before.
“I thought you would tell her at the cabin. She said that you talked, so I assumed she knew,” Edge spits back, while still throwing hits at Magnum.
You can hear skin hitting skin; grunting and groans fill the room. I suck in a breath when Magnum catches Edge in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
“You don’t assume shit when to comes to me and my old lady, you cunt. Just fucking admit you want to come between us,” Magnum yells.
“Fuck off, Magnum, you know I would never do that.” They are both breathing heavily, their exhaustion showing in their movements.
“It’s not like you have a woman of your own. You’re too much of a fucking pussy to claim her. I bet she’s fucking so many—” Magnum spits, and Edge lunges for him this time.
The boys stand around and let them fight, knowing it was coming by the looks on their faces.
“Opal, step in,” I yell at him.
He shakes his head at me, the fucker. Grunts and the sound of skin hitting skin fill the room. Shaking my head, I climb over the bar. Once my feet hit the floor, I go to grab onto Magnum’s arm, but at the same time, he brings his arm back to hit Edge—and his elbow catches me in the face.
“Aw, motherfucker!” I cry out, stumbling and landing on the floor before anyone can catch me.
“ENOUGH,” is bellowed, but I don’t know who says it as the pain radiates through my face. Holy shit that hurt. Tears fill my eyes, but I blink them away, taking in a deep breath.
“Oh fuck. Baby, I’m so sorry.” His voice is filled with remorse. He pushes the hair back out of my face, checking the damage.
“Get me some ice. Call Lash,” Magnum tells someone. Opening my eyes, I blink past the tears to see Magnum looking at me like he’s ready to cry. Remorseful eyes stare back at me. He shakes his head, assessing my face.
“Here, Pres.” Our gazes stay locked, but the sudden touch of the cold ice pack has me closing my eyes and flinching away.
“Sorry, baby. Fuck, I am so damn sorry. I need something to clean the blood off too,” he says, holding the ice pack to my face. Raising my hand to cup his cheek, I offer a weak smile. His stubble tickles my palm, and I try to soothe him.
“Not your fault. I should never have tried to stop you. It was risky on my part.” He chuckles, but it isn’t his usual laugh. Turning his head to kiss my palm, we sit in the moment.
