Wild Marauders MC: Lynch Part 2

Her small hands came up and pushed against my chest but I wasn't going anywhere. I moved my mouth roughly over hers, wanting to suck the defiance right out of her. f.u.c.king her mouth with my tongue, I listened to her low whimpers and smiled inwardly, wondering if she was aware that she was digging her nails into me. I liked the pain, it f.u.c.king turned me on, and she was going to get her fair share. Rough s.e.x brought the beast out in me, and I expected to consume her when the time came. I expected no less from her.

I pushed her away from me, just enough to see the sparkle of defiance in her eyes, and something else. A little bit of hate? Good. Her breathing was labored, and I was panting. Her face had deepened in color, and her eyes were brighter. Her bottom lip was swollen and wet and I leaned in to nibble and suck on it a little. "Get on my bike." We weren't going far and I wanted her in front of me, against my d.i.c.k.

I climbed on behind her, pulling her a.s.s hard against my erection. Ignoring her gasp, and attempt to straighten away from it, I started my bike and headed back to the club. The whole way there her sweet a.s.s rubbed against my d.i.c.k until I thought I was going to fill my jeans with c.u.m. Once we were back at the club I switched off my bike, taking a moment to grind my d.i.c.k against her backside.

I sucked in a breath.

"f.u.c.king sweet a.s.s," I growled low into her ear before tugging on it with my teeth. She stiffened, cried out, and s.h.i.+vered wildly against me. I grinned inwardly, dropped my hands from the handlebars, and covered her t.i.ts, squeezing the luscious mounds. Jesus, I wanted to tear at the thin straps holding her top up so I could touch her bare flesh, but there would be time for that later.

Lenny, Tank, and Wizard were standing outside the door, enjoying a smoke, silently watching. Smiling, I swung my leg over the back of my bike and pulled Kat off. "Gonna have to see about getting you some shoes." I said, pulling her behind me toward the door.

"Smoke?" Lenny asked.

I shook my head. Another bad habit I was trying to cut back on. s.h.i.+t, first wh.o.r.es and then cigarettes, but both were for health reasons. At thirty-four I wasn't getting any younger, and I'd seen what years of abuse had done to some old timers. I didn't intend to look like a grizzled, worn out piece of leather, coughing up a lung when I was sixty. Now whiskey, that was a whole other demon, and one I wasn't ready to give up.

"Everything is set for tonight, prez," Lenny continued, taking a last drag and tossing the b.u.t.t away.

"It f.u.c.kin' better be." I pulled the door open. "I don't want anything going wrong with the drop."

I took Kat to my office and continued through the room to where my bedroom was located. Pulling her inside the room, I slammed the door shut and released her. She turned to face me, slamming her hands on her hips. I crossed my arms over my chest, dropping my gaze to her t.i.ts. Sweet f.u.c.k! Her nipples were practically cutting holes through the silk covering them, and with her hands on her hips it only stretched the material tighter. But what really f.u.c.king got to me was the arousal on her flushed face. I was glad to see that I wasn't the only one confused over the f.u.c.king l.u.s.t hammering at us.

I looked her up and down. "Take it off."

Her jaw dropped, eyes growing round. "What?"

"Take it off. It doesn't belong to you." I glared pointedly at her top. She was going to have to learn to stop taking things without asking first. As far as I was concerned, this was a f.u.c.king lesson. One I was going to benefit from.

"Where's my s.h.i.+rt?" she asked, looking around the room.

"Your s.h.i.+rt belongs to the club now. You belong to me. Now take it off." I could tell she didn't like what I said.

"I'm not a f.u.c.king piece of property!" she hissed. "I don't belong to anyone."

She was h.o.r.n.y but apparently she wasn't going to acknowledge it. I could see the stubbornness in the tilt of her chin. For a moment we stared each other down. Jesus, she was a pain in the a.s.s. I had half-a-f.u.c.king-mind to give her to Chicken to take care of.

"You're crazy if you think I'm going to strip for you!" she hissed. "You're a pig!"

I narrowed my gaze at her insult, raising an eyebrow. "Is that the best you can do?" I don't know why I was putting up with her s.h.i.+t. The whole situation with her was turning into one big f.u.c.k-up.

With a huff she swung around and proceeded to pull the top out of the waistband of her jeans.

"No, baby."

She turned her head enough to look over her shoulder at me.

"I want to see those t.i.ts."

She turned back to me. If looks could kill I'd have been dead, but I didn't let it bother me. Once the top was free of her pants, she reached for the hem and brought it up and over her head. She threw the garment at me, her large t.i.ts bouncing with her angry movement. By the time I caught the garment and glanced back she'd crossed her arms over my favorite parts. With a snarl I tossed the top aside and went to her.

"Don't touch me!" she said, backing up with nowhere to go. A gasp escaped her when I backed her up against the wall.

"I told you I want to see your t.i.ts, and that includes your nipples." I grabbed her wrists and jerked her arms apart, my gaze zeroing in on her magnificent, big-nippled t.i.ts. s.h.i.+t, I knew they were the real deal. I reached forward and covered them, shaping and weighing them with my palms.

She slapped me.

I lost control and pinned her against the wall, glaring into her eyes, breathing loudly through my nose. I'd never felt such rage, but I didn't want to hurt Kat, I wanted to f.u.c.king own her. I slammed my mouth down over hers, ignoring her whimpers and attempts to push me away. I ground my mouth against hers until our teeth connected and she had no alternative but to open up for my tongue. Then my tongue was doing to her mouth what my d.i.c.k wanted to do to her c.u.n.t.

When I was done kissing her she was weak and breathless, her eyes s.h.i.+mmering. My gaze s.h.i.+fted to the t.i.ts that were grazing my chest and I knew that I had to have a taste. I picked Kat up easily, bringing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s at level with my mouth. All I had to do was stick my tongue out and holy s.h.i.+t, her brown, puckered nipples were caressing it, and then I was devouring as much as I could get into my mouth.

"f.u.c.kin' sweet," I growled around the warm flesh in my mouth. I was so turned on that my d.i.c.k ached.

"Oh!" Her hands fell on my shoulders. "Please"

I didn't know if she was asking me to do what we both wanted, or if she was begging me not to. I didn't give a f.u.c.k which. Closing my lips around a nipple, my gaze rose in time to see her eyes roll back and her pretty lips part with a loud sigh. That was all the f.u.c.king invitation I needed.

"Wrap your f.u.c.kin' legs around me, baby," I ordered roughly, which she did without hesitation. I brought my arms around her hips and cupped her b.u.t.t, burying my face between her t.i.ts and breathing in deeply. The warm natural scent of her musk produced a feral snarl from me. My c.o.c.k pounded behind my zipper, demanding to get inside her.

I needed relief.

I wanted to slide into her p.u.s.s.y and f.u.c.k her hard and fast.

"Are you wet for me, baby?"

She just moaned.

f.u.c.k it! I took the few steps to my bed and dropped Kat on it. My hands went to my belt as I looked down at her. "Get those f.u.c.king jeans off!" I was already undoing my zipper and pus.h.i.+ng down my jeans. I could see the indecision in her eyes, warring with her excitement. Desire won.

I watched her lift her hips and pull her jeans down. My c.o.c.k did a little bob when her pretty c.u.n.t came into view. I fisted my d.i.c.k at the root and worked my hand up and down while she kicked her jeans and panties aside. I almost came when she locked her pretty eyes onto my c.o.c.k, and then, f.u.c.k yes she licked her lips.

She wanted it as bad as I did.

My gaze barely skimmed over her neatly trimmed bush before I fell between her thighs. Next time I'd take it slow, but right now I wanted to feel her wet heat wrap around me. I wanted to glide into her slickness and feel her muscles squeeze me into a f.u.c.king o.r.g.a.s.m. With my d.i.c.k poised at the entrance to her p.u.s.s.y I tested her readiness with my finger. f.u.c.king s.h.i.+t, her folds were swollen and saturated! And as the intoxicating scent of her s.e.x drifted to me I pulled my finger out and replaced it with my mouth.

"Oh!" she whimpered, thrusting up against me.

I inhaled deeply, kissing her mound before slipping my tongue between the seam and delving all the way inside. Slick, warm, wet heat covered my tongue. Her soft whimpers drove me insane. It didn't take long to discover her c.l.i.t, which was swollen and rock hard, and the first time my tongue glided over it Kat's hips rocketed off the bed. I took the bud into my mouth and pulled on it, putting my hand on her belly to hold her down when she tried to wriggle away. I felt her hands pulling my hair.

"I can't take it." She twisted and squirmed against my hold, her breathless tone sounding desperate.

"f.u.c.kin' come for me, baby," I encouraged around the bundle of nerves. I buried two fingers inside her c.u.n.t and began to f.u.c.k her. Each time she lifted her hips off the bed, straining further into my mouth and hand. "Do it, NOW!" I sucked hard on her c.l.i.t, pressing my tongue and holding it.

Kat screamed when she came, and I kept sucking long after she crested and I knew she couldn't take it anymore. She was still convulsing and gasping when I climbed up her body. I took a moment to run the swollen head of my c.o.c.k up and down the seam of her p.u.s.s.y lips, bathing the engorged tip in her juices, before reaching for the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed.

I pulled out a condom and handed it to her. "Open it, baby."

I watched her trembling hands open the package and pull the latex out, all the while continuing to tease her with the head of my d.i.c.k. Christ, what I wouldn't f.u.c.king give to just ram into her and ride her bareback. I nearly came when she rolled the condom down my d.i.c.k, and I didn't waste any time in positioning myself over her again. Our eyes met.

"Are you ready for me, baby?"

I ran my mouth along hers, catching the breath that rushed out of her, teasing her c.l.i.t with the head of my c.o.c.k. "Next time I'm going to suck the sweet juices right out of your c.u.n.t," I said against her mouth. "But right now I need inside you."

I slammed my mouth fully over hers, at the same time that I penetrated her all the way. I felt her slight resistance and forced myself to remain still, letting her grow accustomed to my size. Her nails dug into my back and intensified the feeling of being surrounded by her heat. I pulled back from her mouth, staring down into her dazed, half closed eyes. s.h.i.+fting my hips, I pushed even deeper. Her breath caught, and she retaliated by clenching her muscles and nearly making me come.

"ILynch!"

My name came out as a sharp whisper, and d.a.m.ned if the sound of it didn't turn me on more.

"What?"

"Is this my punishment?"

I stopped short. Seriously? She was asking me that at a time like now? I should pull out and leave her wanting, I could always find a sweetb.u.t.t to take care of my needs. But I knew I wouldn't do that, I didn't have the strength, and she felt too f.u.c.king good.

I scowled. "Does this feel like punishment?" She colored and lowered her gaze, clearly at a loss of words. Well, f.u.c.k, she should be. "How do you want it?" I knew how I wanted it, and why the h.e.l.l was I asking her? She already thought this was payback for stealing my bike. "f.u.c.k, never mind," I snarled. "You'll take it the way I want it."

Fast and furious.

I wanted to feel my b.a.l.l.s slapping against her a.s.s. I wanted to f.u.c.k her so hard and deep that she'd have a hard time walking. She was f.u.c.king tight. I pulled back, sliding out of her tight c.u.n.t and inhaling the pungent scent of our combined s.e.x. It was a powerful aphrodisiac. I slammed back in, then out again, picking up speed until it became clear we were heading to a fast and explosive outcome. Reaching between us I found her swollen c.l.i.t. Her response was wild as she arched into my hand. The echo of mutual pleasure and heavy breathing surrounded us. The pressure built up until any control I had left was taken away and I knew I was going to blow.

"Come for me, baby." I pinched Kat's c.l.i.t. "I want to feel your c.u.n.t hug my c.o.c.k and pump it dry." My words helped send her over the edge. She screamed her release and convulsed beneath me, digging her nails into the muscles in my arms.

Her c.u.n.t did exactly what I wanted, squeezing my d.i.c.k tightly until I followed her climatic release. I groaned as my c.o.c.k filled the condom, wis.h.i.+ng there was nothing between us and I was filling her p.u.s.s.y. Reaching beneath her, I buried my hands into the flesh of her a.s.s and pulled her tighter. "s.h.i.+t," I rasped after collapsing on her. "My f.u.c.kin' heart is going to explode out of my chest."

We lay there for a few moments. I knew I had to go but, h.e.l.l, I couldn't move for s.h.i.+t. I hadn't come that hard in a d.a.m.ned long time. Gradually our breathing calmed, and I slipped out of Kat and got to my feet. I removed the condom and tossed it into the trash, and then proceeded to get dressed, keeping my eyes on her. "You have a f.u.c.kin' hot body, baby." I pulled on my cut. "There's nothing I'd like more than to stay and f.u.c.k the s.h.i.+t out of you, but we have a run to make."

"What makes you think I'd let you a second time?"

I laughed at her attempt to act like there wasn't something going on here, between us. Something neither of us could explain, nor understand. It started that day on the side of the road, a tiny spark that hadn't faded away over the three weeks separating our last encounter. f.u.c.k, there'd been women I'd wanted on the spot before, but out of sight out of mind.

This one had invaded my f.u.c.king dreams.

"Are you going to tell me that you didn't think about me once during the last three weeks? Didn't wonder what it would be like to get all hot and sweaty"

"No."

She answered too quickly. The color staining her cheeks told me that she was lying. Plus she couldn't look me in the eye. I laughed again, watching as she pulled some of the bunched-up sheet next to her over her body.

"So, what's a run?"

She wanted to change the subject? Fine by me. "Business." I sat down on the edge of the bed to slip on my boots. "And we don't talk club business with the women, Kat." I tossed her a look over my shoulder. "The less you know the better. It's safer that way." I stood up. "Look, I won't be around to protect you. As long as you stay here, you'll be safe."

"In this room?" she asked. "Like a prisoner?" I nodded. "So, is that my fine? I'm to stay locked up in this room like I'm in jail?"

d.a.m.n, she was persistent. "Your punishment has to be public." My crew would expect to witness it. I could tell she didn't like the sound of that but too bad.

"So you're going to beat or humiliate me?"

I frowned. "f.u.c.k, baby, we don't hurt women, and if by humiliate you mean cooking or tending the bar, then probably, but you'll be expected to do something. I haven't decided yet."

"Look, I know the whole kidnapping thing was a mistake, Lynch, and I already said I won't go to the police, so why don't you drop me off at the clinic and be done with it? Then you won't have to worry about me anymore."

She made it sound so f.u.c.kin' reasonable and in truth, I would have done that. But I wasn't going to lose face in front of my brothers for what was considered a serious offense by letting her off completely. "Is that why you let me f.u.c.k you? Thinking you could talk me into letting you go?"

She turned red."I didn't let you f.u.c.k me!"

"Well, you sure as f.u.c.k didn't fight me. Should I stick my d.i.c.k inside you again and prove you wrong?" I snapped. It wouldn't be a hards.h.i.+p.

I frowned, staring down at her. I could tell she was madder than s.h.i.+t by the way she was clutching the sheet in her fisted hands. That, and the look she pinned on me.

"What more do you want?" she said with irritation.

"Maybe I want more of you," I smirked, looking at her t.i.ts. "I don't f.u.c.kin' have time to deal with you right now. Get some sleep while I'm gone."

I had enough on my f.u.c.king mind without worrying about her. We would be making a protection run through Phantom Riders territory that night. Even though our two clubs got along any time an MC cut through another MC's area it was good practice to notify them. Showed that we had respect for their club. Usually that guaranteed safe pa.s.sage, but there was always the possibility that we'd come across some of their club members who didn't know what the f.u.c.k was going on. When that happened the situation could turn to s.h.i.+t, fast.

I wasn't antic.i.p.ating any trouble, I was just tagging along. We were being paid top dollar to provide safe escort over state lines, and I'd learned a long time ago that there was safety in numbers. A show of force was a good deterrent to stop something before it began.

I didn't lock the door behind me. Lessons were better learned the hard way, and if Kat defied me by leaving my room then I would hear about it. I left orders with Tiny, Wizard's old lady, to make sure Kat got breakfast the next morning, and then we were off.

Chapter 4.

Kat After the door clicked shut I lay there wondering what the h.e.l.l had just happened. What I'd just let happen. Spontaneous combustion? I'd certainly felt like I was going to explode at any given moment. I was stunned at how eagerly I'd responded to Lynch's rough treatment, and how quickly it had turned to pleasure. When his mouth and hands were on me, all rational thought had left my brain except how good it all felt, and how I didn't want it to end. That was crazy! I knew little to nothing about him yet I'd wanted to consume him in a moment of complete madness.

His technique should be bottled, and sold in stores.

Hard and fast.

A little biting.

Just the right amount of roughness to turn pain into pleasure.

I turned on my side, dragging the sheet with his scent still on it, with me. My body ached, but it was a pleasant reminder of how fervently Lynch had possessed me. His uncontrolled hunger led me to believe that he was a man with a s.e.xual appet.i.te that was off the charts, and as the MC President I couldn't imagine him going for very long without a woman. Considering he'd had one on his lap earlier I was thankful he'd used a condom.

I clenched my thighs to stop the light tickle still buzzing my c.l.i.t. But the itch soon turned into arousal. It didn't help that his manly scent seemed to be everywhere. I punched the pillow realizing that I was still thinking about him. He was no good and probably on an illegal drug or weapons run right now. I didn't need that kind of man in my life.

Groaning, I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep.

A sharp rap at the door was the first thing I heard early the next morning. The door opened before I had a chance to give permission to come in. I sat up, bringing the covers with me, watching as a woman who appeared to be around fifty breezed into the room. She didn't say anything until she had set a tray down on the small table, and then turned to face me.

"I'm Tiny, Lynch asked me to make sure you got some food this morning."

That was nice of him. As if on cue my belly rumbled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten dinner the night before. "Thank you, Tiny." I looked around the woman, who was anything but tiny, to see a cup of what I hoped was coffee, some kind of juice, and a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. "Did Lynch say anything about clothes for me?" I offered her a smile.