Dax: Silver Saints MC

by Davenport, Fiona

  That was all the warning he gave me before he began a furious pace, pulling out until the tip of his cock was at my entrance and plunging back inside over and over again. My breathing became choppy as I stared up at his handsome face, in awe that I was the one giving him so much pleasure. Sweat dripped from his temples as he powered into me, the headboard banging against the wall with the force of his thrusts. He circled his hips, hitting just the right spot. “Oh, holy crap. That feels so good.”

  “It’s about to feel a fuck of a lot better.” Flashing me a sexy grin, Dax pressed his free hand into the mattress and changed position so that his hard length dragged against the same spot as he moved in and out of me. The pleasure was almost more than I could bear, and I practically saw stars. I was so close to my release, my pussy clamping down hard each time he pulled back. “Fuck, yeah, baby. Squeeze my cock and don’t let me go.”

  He released my hair, and his hand circled my throat, his thumb stroking over my pulse point before he slid his hand between our bodies to reach down and pinch my clit. The hint of pain with the intense pleasure of his cock hitting my G-spot was all it took for me to fly apart. I threw my head back against the pillows and screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders as he drove into me three more times before planting himself deep and following me into his own orgasm. He bellowed my name, emptying himself inside me until our combined releases dripped down my inner thighs.

  We were a sweaty, sticky mess when he finally pulled out and collapsed on the mattress next to me, rolling onto his back and taking me with him. As I cuddled against his chest, a giggle bubbled up my chest.

  “What’s so funny, baby?”

  I tilted my head back to grin up at him. “I just realized that I gave you my virginity without even knowing your real name.”

  “It’s been a long time since anyone’s called me anything but Dax.” His fingers played in my hair as he answered, “But my full name is David Anthony Xavier.”

  “I can see why you prefer to be called Dax. That’s a mouthful.”

  His palm splayed against my lower back. “Give me a little bit to recover, and I’ll give you a mouthful.”

  7

  Dax

  A small, contented sigh and a round little ass wiggling against my groin woke me. I stilled Arya with a hand on her hip and started to say something but quickly realized she was still asleep. I took the opportunity to lay there and just watch her sleep. She looked happy and satisfied, the corners of her pretty lips tilted up. I loved seeing her like this and knew right then that the only way anyone would ever take her from me was if I was dead. I would walk through the fires of hell for Arya.

  And no one would ever love her as much as I did.

  She sighed and turned over to snuggle into my chest, causing my arms to close around her on instinct. Her squirming had made my half-hard cock turn to steel, but I silently lectured myself to let her rest. I’d taken her three times before we fell into an exhausted sleep. I kept reminding myself that she was a virgin and needed to recover. I’d told her no when she’d initiated the last round—an effort that deserved a damn medal—but fuck, she was irresistible, and the little minx had driven me crazy on purpose until I’d given in.

  As soon as she was ready, though, I was going to spend as much time buried inside her as possible. I should have propped her on a pillow earlier, but I’d been too lost in passion to think. And falling asleep with her cuddled in my arms was a heaven I could never have dreamed up.

  It took a while, but eventually I fell back asleep with one hand cupping a supple tit and the other resting on her flat stomach.

  The next time I woke up, it was to a soft rumbling sound and an almost inaudible groan of embarrassment. I couldn’t help smiling as I nuzzled my nose into the crook of Arya’s neck and inhaled the sweet scent of her coconut shampoo. “Sounds like it’s time to feed my girl,” I teased before brushing a kiss over her cheek.

  Her stomach gurgled again before she could answer, and I tossed my head back and laughed.

  “I can wait,” she whispered shyly before shuffling around to face me. She placed a palm on my chest and began to slide it downward. A little more confidence entered her twinkling eyes, and she gave me a sassy smile. “I seem to recall a promise to give me a mouthful.”

  I grinned and shrugged. “I can’t help it if it felt so fucking good being inside you that I forgot.”

  She blushed prettily, and her fingers wrapped around my dick, giving it a squeeze and causing me to groan. But I shored up all my strength and removed her hand, placing a kiss on the palm. “We have our whole lives to explore each other’s bodies, baby. But I can’t have you passing out on me. Trust me, you’ll need your strength for the things I have in mind for you later.”

  Arya laughed, and I gave her a quick kiss before climbing out of bed. I rooted around until I found a pair of pajama pants in my bag and put them on before I carried another shirt to the bed. I crooked my finger, and Arya got up onto all fours and crawled toward me. I nearly swallowed my tongue when I watched her tits sway as she looked up at me through her lashes. Soon, I vowed, those tits were gonna fill my palms while I pounded into her from behind.

  She stopped at the edge of the bed and straightened up onto her knees, putting her hands on her hips. “Like what you see, Dax?”

  I cleared my throat and tried to speak, but ended up just nodding as I hurried to slip the shirt over her tempting body.

  Once Arya was covered, I blew out a breath and scooped her into my arms.

  “I can walk,” she giggled.

  I shrugged. “I like carrying you.”

  Instead of replying, she sighed and laid her head on my shoulder. My heart squeezed, and I had to wonder how anyone lived without this kind of happiness. Arya had become the oxygen I breathed, the sun that lit up my life, the beat of my heart—my everything.

  When we reached the kitchen, I set her on the counter and kissed the tip of her nose before I went in search of what I needed to make breakfast.

  Eventually, I set a plate on the table before grabbing Arya and taking a seat. She looked around and then back at me. “Is this yours or mine?”

  I chuckled and forked up a bit of the omelet I’d whipped up. “Ours, baby. From now on, everything is ours.”

  Arya blushed and smiled, then opened her mouth for the forkful of egg. She chewed and swallowed while I took a few bites. “Everything?”

  I nodded, then hesitated for a second. “There are certain things to do with the club I won’t be able to share,” I admitted. Nova had become a prospect at eighteen. She’d been eight, meaning she’d basically grown up with her brother in an MC. I hoped she understood that I wasn’t holding out on her. This was simply the way it was with a motorcycle club. We protected our old ladies from the seedier—and sometimes questionable—side of things.

  She nodded. “Of course.”

  My brow arched in surprise. I’d hoped she’d come to accept it, but I hadn’t expected her agreement to be automatic and resolute. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

  Arya smiled brightly and opened her mouth for another bite. “Everything else?” she asked after eating a little more.

  I tilted my head to the side, pretending to think. I’d done it to tease her, but then I realized there was in fact one more thing that was mine, and only mine. “Yeah, baby.” I slipped a hand down between her legs and cupped her sex. “This pussy. This is mine.”

  Arya’s cheeks bloomed crimson, and she shifted restlessly on my lap.

  Just in case she thought I was joking, I grabbed her chin in a firm grip and forced her to look at me. “I mean it, Arya. You don’t touch my pussy unless I tell you to. You don’t come unless I give you permission. It’s mine. Do you understand?”

  Her eyes grew wide at my words, but not with fear. There was an element of shock; however, they were mostly filled with desire.

  She finally nodded, and I released her chin to pick up the fork to continue feeding her. “Fucking
perfect,” I murmured with a shake of my head.

  Arya beamed at me before she relaxed against my chest. We sat there in comfortable silence while I finished feeding her breakfast, then I deposited her back on the counter while I did the dishes.

  “How long have you been a patch with the Silver Saints?” she asked suddenly.

  “Since I was eighteen,” I replied as I loaded the dishwasher. “I was a prospect as a teenager. Unusual, but Mac knew what my home life was like, and he knew if I didn’t have the club, I’d probably end up on the other side of the law.”

  “Home life?”

  I sighed and shut the door to the dishwasher before walking over to stand between her legs. If I could have, I would have kept my past from touching her, but I’d promised everything was ours, and that included my history.

  “My parents were junkies. I guess they ran out of condoms and couldn’t afford anymore because my mom ended up pregnant. My dad took off, but I have to give my mom credit. She cleaned up while she was pregnant with me. She tried to take care of me, to stay clean, but my dad never stayed away permanently. Every time he came back, she fell down the rabbit hole with him. Then I’d end up in foster care, and she’d clean up so I could come home, only for the cycle to repeat. When I was in middle school, my dad decided I needed to earn my keep and wanted to force me to work for his dealer in exchange for drugs.”

  Arya’s expression had turned sad, but there was no pity in her eyes. It repaired some of the cracks in my heart I hadn’t realized were still there. Her hands went around to lock at my neck, and she hugged me close.

  I wrapped an arm around her and used the other to rub soothing circles on her back as I finished the story. “Shortly after that, Mac caught my dad trying to get drugs into the club, and a girl died as a result. The day they came to take care of him, Mac spotted me in the window watching. I knew they’d come to kill him, but instead, they beat the shit out of him.” I chuckled at the next memory. “Then Mac came swaggering up to the door and knocked as if it were just a pleasant visit. He told me to get my ass to the Silver Saints compound the next day after school. When I showed up, he put me to work. He knew my dad would take every cent I made, but it would also keep him from attempting to make me work for his dealer again.”

  Arya chuckled softly. “I knew he was a big softie.”

  I kissed the top of her head. “Don’t let him hear you say that. He’ll kick my ass just to prove a point, then Bridget will let him have it, and he’ll be a son of a bitch until she decides to forgive him for being an asshole. Anyway, Mac taught me the meaning of family and brotherhood, taught me how to fight so I could protect myself, and made sure I kept up my grades and went to college. When I was eighteen, he told me he’d gotten everyone to agree to a change in the bylaws. They counted all the time I’d been working as being a prospect and invited me to become a patch. Not all clubs have this rule, but the Silver Saints don’t usually allow anyone to become a prospect until they’re at least eighteen. I don’t think they’ve used the altered bylaw more than one other time.”

  “What happened to your parents?”

  “Dad overdosed shortly after I patched in, and my mom is living in a house I own just outside of town. She’s been clean for about five years.” I was silent for a minute, then asked, “Do you want to meet her? We have dinner every other Sunday.”

  Arya leaned back and looked at me with an apprehensive expression. Shit. I hadn’t considered she might not accept my mom. “Will I get to see pictures of a naked baby Dax? Because if that’s a deal breaker, then I’m uninviting you to my dinner with your mom.”

  A hearty laugh burst from my chest. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d laughed so much. Arya had changed everything. Changed me.

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  She smiled and leaned up to kiss my cheek.

  “How about a shower?”

  Arya nodded happily, then giggled when I once again swung her up into my arms.

  8

  Dax

  “Dax?”

  “Yeah, baby?” I’d just finished slathering conditioner on Arya’s hair and turned her so I could rinse it under the spray of hot water. I’d taken my time washing her body, paying special attention to her tits and pussy. Then I’d dirtied her up and made her come twice before cleaning her up again.

  “I mean, um, David Anthony Xavier?”

  I paused and raised an eyebrow as I gazed into her face with curiosity. Her expression was sly, despite the blush spreading from her cheeks down to her breasts. Before I could ask what she was up to, our conversations from the previous night and this morning came back to me.

  A grin split my face, and I winked at her. “You lookin’ for a mouthful of something else, baby?”

  Arya giggled, and I hurried to finish her hair before moving the spray so it wasn’t directly on us. With one hand flat on her back and the other tangled in her hair, I hauled her up against me and took her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss until I felt her knees go weak.

  With a groan, I ended the kiss and grabbed a towel I’d draped over the door. I folded it and dropped it on the tile in front of me, then helped Arya lower to her knees. “Is this what you want filling your pretty mouth?” I grunted.

  Arya licked her lips and nodded as she stared hungrily at my long, thick cock. I grew even harder under her hot gaze, and blood roared in my ears as it all rushed down to my erection.

  “Open,” I demanded. She immediately obeyed, and I threaded my hands in her hair again, clutching the strands so I could control the angle. Slowly, I entered her mouth, and when her plump lips wrapped around my shaft, I almost blew my load right then. But I fought back my climax and took a deep, steadying breath.

  “Suck it, baby.”

  Arya hollowed out her cheeks, and I shouted at the ecstasy that rolled through my body. “Fuck!”

  Encouraged by my reaction, she started licking and bobbing her head on my shaft. I let her lead until I couldn’t take it anymore, then I tightened her hair in my fists and took over. I was a little worried about being too rough as I fucked her mouth fast and hard, but her moans of pleasure and the rapturous expression on her face let me know she was okay.

  Arya’s mouth was heaven, but when my orgasm approached again, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it off this time. However, nutting in her mouth was a waste of come that I couldn’t afford right then. I slowed my pace, and my eyes drifted down from her face to see her hand between her legs. I abruptly pulled out and hauled her up in front of me. “What did I say about that pussy, baby?” I growled.

  Arya licked her lips and whimpered. “I couldn’t help it.”

  “Who does this pussy belong to, Arya?”

  “You.”

  “Damn straight. You shouldn’t touch things that don’t belong to you, baby. Now I’ll have to punish you.”

  Her deep brown eyes turned molten at my words, and I groaned when she pivoted around, placed her palms on the wall, and popped her round ass out.

  This woman couldn’t be more perfect if she tried.

  I moved in behind her and wrapped her hair around one hand, tugging her head back so I could give her a thorough kiss. Then I pulled back and brought a hand down on one ass cheek, leaving a red print on her creamy skin. Arya gasped and watched me over her shoulder with wide eyes. But I forced her to face forward again when I tightened my grip on her hair. I knew the prickling of pain on her scalp would enhance her pleasure, and I didn’t want to hurt her neck.

  I slapped the other cheek, and this time, she cried out as she thrust her hips back a little farther, begging for more. Yanking gently on her hair, I glided a finger through her folds and circled her clit a few times before leaving her hot, wet center.

  “No,” Arya whined. “Please.”

  “Mmmm. I like the sound of you begging,” I grunted.

  I spanked each globe twice more before repeating the treatment to her head and pussy.

  Arya cried out, begging to come, and my
balls drew up, indicating that I wasn’t going to last much longer.

  “Have you learned your lesson?” I growled at her ear.

  “Yes. Now please let me come!”

  I closed the gap between us and lined up my cock before slamming into her heat, sheathing myself completely. Arya’s muscles clenched, and I groaned, “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Squeeze that tight little pussy.”

  I retreated until only my tip remained inside, then I pulled her hair as I drove back inside.

  “Dax!” Arya screamed. “Yes!”

  I set a harsh pace, unable to control myself any longer. I released her hair, worried that I would yank too hard with my wild, animalistic rutting. Gliding my hands around to her front, I cupped her heavy tits and brought her back up against my chest. “Close your legs, baby,” I commanded roughly. “Fuck!” I roared when she complied. Her pussy was like a vise around my dick, making it difficult to pull out and shove back in. “That’s it, baby. Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck! Fuck!” I dragged along her walls, and Arya dropped her head back, crying out with each pass of my shaft over her G-spot.

  “Yes. Yes! Oh, Dax. I’m so close.”

  Her breathing had become ragged, and her body was vibrating with need. I was so damn close, but I wouldn’t come until she did. On the next thrust, I pinched her nipples and was rewarded with a cry of bliss. Twice more, and she was right on the edge. So I slid a hand down to her swollen pussy and rubbed her clit furiously as I slammed in one last time and exploded inside her.

  Shudders wracked her body as she screamed in ecstasy, her hands latching onto my forearms and digging in as though her grip would keep her from flying away.

  Hot jets of come splashed in her womb, and I continued to manipulate her clit and nipples, prolonging her climax before pushing her over the edge once more.

  “Good girl,” I praised raggedly as I rocked into her, keeping her channel sealed so nothing would slip out. “Keep coming so your body sucks up every fucking drop.”