Kinsmen MC (Complete Series)

by J. C. Allen

  My body tensed when his hands dipped under my shirt. His calloused palm rubbed against my skin, coming around my front and then taking the hem of my shirt. Our kiss broke as he took my shirt off. I watched his eyes dip to my chest, where my ordinary blue tee shirt bra held my breasts, making them look bigger then they actually are.

  I gasped when both his hands gripped me over it, and he massaged my breasts until my nipples harden even more. I moaned, clenching the skin of his arms as his muscles tightened. His entire body was muscled and hard beyond imaginable limits. It was almost unfair—no one was ever going to be able to live up to this.

  I breathed, my body rising to its highest sexual limit. I wanted this bad, almost too bad. It was becoming more painful to wait than for him to bite me or do anything else that would’ve produced physical pain.

  “You’re fucking hot, Allison.”

  He practically growled my name, moving his lips to my neck. He found a spot below my ear that seemed to control me. I quivered around him when his tongue slid against my skin and his mouth closed around, threatening to make the world’s best hickey.

  “You aren’t so bad yourself.”

  I closed my eyes, dipping my neck back. He moved and started at the space on my throat, hollowed by my breath. I swallowed hard and felt his lips move against me before he circled around to the other side. I started to grind my hips against his cock. He lost a bit of his self-control when he turned us over.

  He stood at the foot of the bed, letting me take him in with his room. I gawked at his elongated muscles, the wide pecs and six pack abs, and his cock visibly hard in his jeans. He kicked off his shoes the same time I do. Though, down to my bare feet, I could feel the cold air, the inside of me was burning hot.

  He took off his jeans, his dark gray briefs now barely containing his cock. I could see the outline of his whole package, causing me to gulp at the size. He chuckled when he saw me staring. He is one smug ass. But he’s also one sexy ass.

  Zeke reached down for the button of my jeans, trailing his fingers across my lower stomach. He worked at my jeans and tugged them off, leaving me in just my basic cotton panties. His hands grasped my thighs and pulled them apart, dragging me down the bed. I yelped under my breath and watched as his eyes roved over me. I was so wet I felt it against the fabric.

  His hand curled around my panties and shucked them off. His fingers brushed gently across my hips before getting to my throbbing clit.

  “Zeke,” I said, rolling my hips, arching my back uncontrollably to be closer to him.

  I watched him smirk before licking me from my opening over my folds. I shut my eyes to the onslaught of pleasure. His tongue sliced through me. I started thrumming with desire, almost begging for it.

  I latched my fingers onto his hair as he continued, working around my clit, holding me at the edge when he wanted to. His warm hands left my thighs, spread open, and climbed up my body, yanking my bra down. My breasts pushed up to the cold air as his fingers curled around both my nipples and swirled at the same time.

  “Oh god Zeke—please don’t stop,” I moaned.

  My chest heaved with heavy breaths as I started to see actual colors. He pinched my nipples and closes his mouth around my clit, rubbing his tongue over me, and I knew right then I was done for. My body erupted in the most soul ravaging orgasm, one that I could never replicate on my own. I cherished it and held myself there as long as my body would let me. It was unlikely I’d ever get anything like this again, and I wasn’t about to let it disappear any more quickly than I had to.

  Zeke kissed back up my body and took my bra off, tossing it away. I watched his eyes blaze at me. He grinned with a small chuckle and wiped his thumb against his lips, leaning in to kiss me. His tongue swirled over mine.

  “Not quite strawberry… but pretty damned close.”

  His deep voice fell across my skin as I rubbed against him. I am completely naked and he still has his briefs on. Let’s change that.

  I took care of that in a rush, my gaze falling on his cock that did not disappoint. The flesh was tanned against his skin, bobbing up between us with a thick tip and arrow head, moistened at the tip.

  “Oh my god,” I said.

  I didn’t think that he had heard me, but he did and laughed with a hint of cockiness.

  He kissed down my chest, circling around my breasts, treating them like the bustiest things on earth. When he closed his whole hand around them, squeezed, and ran his tongue down the crease he made, I watched in awe.

  My hands trailed down his body, almost memorizing his muscles as I did, before I reached what I really want. I closed my hand around his cock and pumped his hardening flesh, eliciting a groan from him. I cupped my other hand on his cheek and kissed him, dragging my fingers into his hair and scratching against his scalp as I pumped his cock even harder.

  “Fuck, Allison,” he said, pulling away from me with a groan, reaching into his side drawer for a condom.

  I watch in a state of lust as he put it on; it really was the biggest cock I had ever seen, and it wasn’t even that close. His eyes caught mine again, and we shared this heated look that spread all over my body and right at my core. I was practically begging for his cock.

  Zeke grabbed my legs, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs as he threw my legs over his shoulder and pulled me down to him. He leaned forward and slid into me with one fluid motion.

  “Oh my god—”

  It was such a tight fit, but it felt perfect too. The sting moved to a burn that became a strong thrum of pleasure all over my body.

  “Fuck!”

  He gripped my ass so hard I felt my flesh bruise. I moaned again, reaching out to clutch the sheets. He fell forward, his arms laying beside my head. I grasped his forearms, also ribbed with muscle. Then, he really fucked me.

  His movements were not even slow at first, not even soft or easy—he just went for me, and I fucking enjoy every second of it. His thick cock thrusted into me, as far as possible, and I opened up for him and begged for him. My breath caught in my chest, and I felt like I would explode or pass out at any minute.

  I clenched around him as I fell into another orgasm. His cock seemed to grow inside me as he went on, so much so that I didn’t think I could go on much longer, no matter how good it felt.

  “Fuck Allison, you’re tight as hell.”

  I gasped, feeling another climax coming in waves, starting in my core.

  “Zeke—oh my God!” I screamed, moaning over and over as I slowly but not very steadily came down.

  He took a few more hard thrusts that rocked the bed into the wall, jostling my pert breasts, until he stilled inside of me as he came. He held himself there for a few seconds before pulling back and stroking into me with the last of it. He cursed under his breath as he slid out of me. He lay his body over mine; his weight was deliciously crushing as he kissed me, his chest sliding against my raw nipples.

  I slid my fingers in his hair and held him to me, our tongues sliding together as we caught our breaths in between. Damn. I wish I’d met you a long time ago, Zeke. I’d have a much better appreciation for sex if that happened.

  “I take it you enjoyed that.”

  He lifted off me and laid on his back. His arm laid over my stomach, and his fingers grazed my skin as he chuckled.

  “Hm. I could say the same to you.”

  He turned and kissed my shoulder.

  “Well it was. Good.”

  I swallowed hard, my mouth going dry from all the exertion. Both our bodies were sheened with sweat, with mine slicking down my body.

  “My bathroom is through there if you want to use it.”

  I licked my lips and thanked him. As I stood up to leave, though, I could feel his eyes on me.

  “I’m gonna watch you get up, Allison. You’re sexy as hell. Might as well get over yourself.”

  He laughed, and something about the way he looked at me gave me all the confidence in the world. It’s not that I didn’t like my b
ody, but before that, I was reluctant to show it off so freely. Now, though?

  I felt like driving this cocky, sexy as hell man crazy.

  “Fine. Enjoy the show.”

  5

  Zeke

  I watched her get up and walk away like I said I would, appreciating every second of it.

  Her body was damn near perfect, sinuous and elongated, but still full at her hips and thighs. Man, the way her breasts fit perfectly in my hands…

  My whole body was still warm from all that; every second of it gave me a rush I hadn’t felt in a long time. And I had a lot of sex, so that was saying a lot.

  Most of the time, sex was pleasurable but kind of routine. Kiss a girl, get her naked, play with her breasts, go down on her, have her go down on me, get inside her, fuck for a few minutes, finish into the condom, kick her out, and clean up. It was kind of fucked up to say that sex could get old, but at this point, the actual act of sex was something that was akin to weightlifting; it was pleasurable and it felt good to do it, but it wasn’t some sort of mind-blowing experience. Most of the time, the pleasure came in the variety and all the different bodies I had beneath me and on top of me.

  Allison, though? Fuck, she was great sex. I wasn’t about to violate my rule about never contacting her… I didn’t think… but if ever there was anyone that I was going to keep around longer than once….

  Don’t even bother, Zeke. You have that rule for a reason, so let’s keep it that way, shall we?

  I discarded the condom in the trash and put my briefs back on, wiping my hands, thinking about Allison in ways that I almost never thought about my hookups. She wasn’t just hot; she was funny, cool, and not trying to be something she wasn’t, which was rare to come by, especially in the club.

  I tried my damn hardest to come up with a moment to tell her to leave, but…

  I couldn’t believe I was thinking this, but I just was not ready to see her go yet. I wasn’t trying to start something up, that never worked out, but…

  Damn, girl, what the hell did you do to me?

  Allison came back, smiling at me from the door frame. I stood and walked over to her, trailing my eyes from her toes painted to match her nails, her rounded hips and breasts with rosy nipples, up to her face, flushed pink and with bright green eyes looking into mine.

  “You hungry? I’m sure I have something frozen around here.”

  Did I really just ask her to stay longer? What the fuck is happening to you, Zeke?

  “You… you want to eat together?” she said, her eyes widening a bit.

  “Um… yeah, I mean, I’m not a complete asshole. Unless you have somewhere to go.”

  It wasn’t like this was a real date or even half of one, but the fact that I wanted to sit down and do something with her that didn’t involve my cock was a rare occurrence that, frankly, I didn’t understand. I didn’t regret asking her to eat with me, but there was definitely a part of me that wondered if I knew what I was doing.

  “I don’t, I can stay here. Sure.”

  She had crossed her arms as we spoke, but she dropped them as she moved around me. I wondered if she was having the same thoughts I was having—the wonder of what exactly was going on, the perhaps slight paranoia that we were getting into something we shouldn’t be, and the feeling that things usually didn’t go like this.

  Or maybe she was just cold.

  “You can wear my shirt if you want.”

  I already knew that I wouldn’t be able to let her leave without having her again, maybe twice more. I felt like I was addicted to her, my fingers twitching at wanting to reach out for her. That was the best rationalization I could give for myself for why I wanted her to stay for food, but I knew that, much as I may not have wanted to admit it, there was something more to it than that.

  “Thanks.”

  I led her out in to the kitchen, turning on the lights as I went. It was recently renovated, and I liked the new, simple look to it. It was nice to have Simon around for discounted construction.

  “Your place is really nice,” Allison said as she sat on a stool.

  “You say that like you’re surprised.” I said with a chuckle, opening the fridge. “I guess you’ve given up on the idea that it was a billionaire’s home, huh?”

  As I had suspected, it was mostly empty, but the freezer had a plethora of frozen dinners and snacks. It may not have been the most appealing thing to a lady, but… why am I even having these thoughts?

  “I’m not,” she said. “I mean, yes, I know it’s your home. But I’m just making an observation. Well… I guess I am a little surprised.”

  She giggled. Her voice sounded even better when I was not looking at her, like it was all I had to focus on. It was really quite nice.

  “I’m insulted,” I said in an obvious teasing tone. “Surprised that the biker would have a nice home? You cliche making woman, you. You like pizza rolls?”

  “Am I twelve?” she said. “I didn’t realize that bikers also ate like pre-pubescent boys.’

  “Hey, food doesn’t have an age limit,” I protested. “I’m young enough and handsome enough to eat whatever I want!”

  “Let me guess,” she said, holding a finger up, as if about to make an emphatic point. “You have Trix cereal somewhere in here too.”

  Ouch! She’s good.

  “No, Trix are for kids.”

  She laughed again and I joined her, mingling with her sweet bell-like laughter. For some reason, I had a quick thought about my mom liking her. Compared to Rosella or Isabelle or Grace, it almost seemed like she’d fit right in…

  I visibly froze, staring at a box of quiche. I end up heating up mac and cheese for us; maybe pizza rolls were a little too juvenile. Or maybe the thoughts I was having about her made me a little nervous. It wasn’t like I was trying to torture myself with thoughts about what could happen; these thoughts were almost coming on their own.

  “Did you buy this place?” Allison asked, swallowing a bite of mac and cheese. She looked a little uncomfortable, which wasn’t surprising given how it had just come out of the oven.

  “Isn’t that hot?” I asked.

  I turned to her, our legs hitting against each other on the stools. Her foot traced against my calf and distracted me. This woman, I swear…

  “I have rapid blowing skills.”

  My eyes widened and I chuckled at that. She smirked and shook her head.

  “I wish I screened that before I said it out loud. But yeah, this place…”

  “Are you worried about my financial situation?”

  I chuckled at her again. She sure did make me laugh easily. She just shrugged like it was nothing.

  “Curious. It’s a nice place.”

  “Yeah, I bought it last year when I graduated college—”

  Her laugh cut me off.

  “Sorry. I just… I just finished college and I still use my dad’s credit card.”

  I gave her a funny look, knowing that the reason I had this place was a lot more brutal than dad’s card.

  “Well… this is going to make you feel bad, but the only reason I did was because of my dad’s life insurance.”

  I hadn’t meant to guilt trip her, but she had asked how I’d gotten the house, and I felt it important to tell the truth. Though, to be fair, this wouldn’t be happening if I had just followed my own rule about women being over after sex. But Allison was having a different kind of effect on me, and it was probably for the best if I just stopped getting in my head and stayed focused in the moment.

  “Yeah, that does make me feel bad. I’m sorry.”

  “No worries, it happens.”

  A gentle silence fell over us. I usually had a joke to crack at this point, even at a conversation as awkward as this, but I felt it better to just stay silent. I actually liked this girl right now, and I didn’t want to scare her away. Even if I only want her for round two. I swear.

  “You went to college?” she asked, breaking the silence.

  I laughed
aloud and nudged her knee, although I sensed an overt sense of doubt in her voice.

  “You’re gonna have to stop dogging me, Allison,” I said with a playful eye roll. “I don’t look like a guy that went to college?”

  I noticed her eyes roving over my tattoos and such, but not in the same way my old professors or classmates would. I decided to stand still, relishing a bit in the look she was giving me.

  “I’m not dogging you, I just… you know. I guess I’m not very good at this one night only thing. I’m sitting here eating with you and don’t know what to say. It’s weird.”

  I found her honesty refreshing. Other women would keep asking me about my brothers and the club and a bunch of shit they just wanted to gossip about. It got old very quick, and though it wasn’t like I had never let a girl stay over a bit after sex, it was girls like those ones who had caused me to institute everything that I had. The dream was to have someone over for sex who didn’t want the juicy details about the Kinsmen or weren’t cut or patch chasing.

  Allison, though, didn’t know me at all, and she didn’t ask the questions I didn’t want to answer. Except if she did, I’m pretty sure I would want to…

  “It isn’t all that weird when you think about it. We can talk about sexual stuff, if that makes it easier.”

  I leaned closer to her and grinned, surprised when she blushed. It was going to be easier—it wouldn’t force me to wonder what was so different about Allison.

  “Maybe for you. Not for me.”

  “Why?” I said, licking my lips, trapping her gaze with mine.

  “Because… I don’t do this kind of thing. Not really.”

  “What like—you’ve never had sex before?” I said, faking a horrified gasp.

  “No that’s—that’s not what I meant. I mean one-night stands. I guess that’s your forte.”

  She gave me a look I couldn’t place, like she was kind of judging me but trying hard not to. I was too honest for my own good, though.

  “Sort of. I mean it’s easier that way.”