Swallowing Mayhem (5 page)

Mayhem worked on his pants next.
He pulled them down his legs slowly, revealing plain white boxers.

I never would have guessed he
wore those. The material tented over his erection. Again, I was both nervous
and curious.

“What are you thinking, Torrin?”

Honesty
, I guess. “I’m
thinking you like the same things I do.”

Mayhem pulled a cigar from the
dresser beside him. “I like my cock sucked so deep I can feel your heart beat
around me.”

Okay, I was sure pre-cum just surged
out of my slit. I wanted to try that. For the first
time,
I wanted to try sucking dick.

“You all right
with that?”
He was smoking the cigar.

I’d missed him lighting it, busy
staring between his legs. “I think so.” The cinnamon,
woodsy
smell filled the air.

“Take your pants off.”

I blew out a deep breath, hooked
my thumbs in my pants, and slid them down. I wasn’t wearing boxers. The moment
my pants dropped, I was naked. My first time nude in front of another man, a
man I wanted to see without clothes. One I wanted to do wicked, messy, illegal
things with.

Mayhem whistled.
“Very nice.”
He puffed on the cigar and stepped up to me. “Nice
length. Nice width.
Slight curve to the right.
Your
pubic hair is lighter than
what’s
on your head.” He
reached out.

I held my breath.

Mayhem touched my abs, stroking
them. His rough fingertips felt strange against my skin. But I liked it. I
liked it a lot. “We all have Outlaw tattoos.” He mumbled with the cigar between
his lips. “I think you should get one right here.” He touched the skin above my
dick. His fingers crinkled the coarse hair.

I jerked then looked away, feeling
stupid.

Mayhem chuckled. “Relax.
Breathe.”

“I swear to you I’m usually a lot
more smooth
than
this.”

Mayhem rubbed circles in that
same area with his fingers. “You’re fucking nervous. It happens.” His thumb
eased
and swiped across the base of my dick.

I gasped.

“Sit on the bed.”

I leaned back and I was there.

Mayhem pulled on my jeans then
left them near his feet. He knelt before me. The smoke rising up around him
like a warning he was hot.
Already noted.
“Grab
yourself.”

“You mean like masturbate?”

Mayhem rolled his eyes. “Just
listen to me. Grab.
Your.
Dick.”

I wrapped my fingers around the
base and groaned.

“Now slide your hand up to the
tip.”

I did as he said, my eyes
fluttering closed for a moment only to pop back open as Mayhem placed a hand on
each knee. He spread my legs wide, leaning forward.
“Mayhem.”

“Down again.”

I slid my hand down. Mayhem blew
a breath across my balls. Damn, that felt good.

“Up.” I did, savoring the
pleasure that was rushing through my nerves.

“Down.”

I skimmed my hand lower. This
time Mayhem licked my fingers. My gaze jumped to him kneeling between my legs.
If I moved my hand a fraction of an inch, the next touch of his tongue would be
on my dick. It had to be different
than
a
woman, didn’t it? Better? I waited for him to tell me to move. My legs stiff,
my muscles tense.

“And up you go.”

I did. Mayhem sucked my balls.
The pleasure that spiked through my body was enough to make a grown man weep.
Fuck, I nearly had tears sliding out of my eyes. Mayhem sucked the skin around
my balls, using his tongue to move them around. I pumped my dick slowly. Why
the fuck was this illegal? Having a man suck my dick was perfect.
Arousing.
Amazing.
Did I mention
perfect?

Mayhem stood. “Do not touch
yourself
.”

I let go of my dick, breathing
heavily as if I’d been in a fight. Well, I kind of had been. The man who beat
me was now before me rubbing his dick through his boxers. My eyes still
hurt,
but my lip felt better. I licked at it as
Mayhem grabbed my chin.

“Watch.
Me. Only.”

I nodded. Excitement ate away at
my nervousness. He moved the boxers down his hips and I stared as his dick was
revealed. Fuck, he was beautiful. His penis was thicker rather than longer. It
was a slight bit pinkish along the length where the head was covered with
foreskin. What peeked out was an almost plum-colored, rounded head. I wanted to
touch him. I wanted to touch another guy’s dick. I didn’t think that’d be something
I’d ever thought about saying or even contemplating before I met Mayhem. He
grabbed his dick, his fingers barely reaching around the full girth. How the
hell was that going to fit in my ass? In the videos at class, all we saw were
smaller penises and the man underneath was crying out for it to stop. Mayhem
stroked his dick. Over and over, from base to tip until a pearl of white formed
from his slit. He eased the foreskin back so I could see the shine on his skin.

“Lick.
Me.”

I swallowed loudly then leaned
forward. Here goes a life-altering experience. Either I’d like this or I
wouldn’t. I hesitated. Mayhem ran a hand through my hair, gently guiding my
head forward. I opened my lips and tasted my first man. He was salty. His pre-cum
had an almost woodsy taste to it. I wondered if it was from all the cigars.

“Take my head between your lips.”

I did as he instructed. I pushed
at the foreskin with my lips so I could get my mouth on his tip. Then I gave
him a short suck.

Mayhem groaned.

I felt a thrill go through me. I
could make this big man, the man that changed my life, groan. And it was a damn
good sound. I sucked again, this time running my tongue over his piss slit.
Another moan filtered through the room.

“Enough.”

I pulled back, licking my lips.
“I thought you liked it deep.”

He grabbed my chin. “I do, Torrin.
But I’m not gentle when I fuck a mouth and I don’t want to open your lip
again.”

I had forgotten about that. It’s
funny how pain seemed to fade away in the face of desire.

Mayhem kissed my lips. “Lay
back.”

I rushed to comply.

“Pull your legs to your chest.”

Odd but okay.
I did as he
asked, hugging my legs to my chest. My ass was completely exposed as were my
balls. My shaft lay on my torso, still stiff enough to use as a weapon. Mayhem
knelt again. This time he ran his hands up and down the back of my thighs.

“Next time, we’re going to have
to get you to shave this.” His thumb ran
across
my puckered hole.

I flinched. I didn’t shave my
ass. No real man did. Or did they? I didn’t know. It wasn’t something anyone
ever talked about.

Mayhem tugged at a few hairs and
made me hiss out a breath. Then he kissed my hole.
Actually
pressed his lips against me.
His tongue lapped and I flinched. He
inhaled with the cigar
in
his mouth and
blew the smoke between my legs. It rose around my body like
wind
. Then Mayhem put the cigar in a tray on the
dresser, grabbed a bottle, and returned to the floor.

“This is
self-warming
,” he said.

I heard a squirt then his finger
pressed at my entrance. I winced as his thumb penetrated. It felt fucking
strange. That smooth lube warming instantly as it touched my skin. Mayhem moved
the finger in and out of me. After the initial shock, it actually felt good.

“Stroke your dick.”

I reached down, rubbing my cock
up and down. That’s when he added another finger. That was a little more
awkward. Hell, I had a man’s fingers up my ass. Awkward didn’t begin to
describe it. A moan left my lips. It was three fingers that made me flinch and
pause.
Pain
broke across the passion and
my dick wasn’t all that excited about it. It softened a tad as Mayhem held the
three fingers inside me.

“Relax, Torrin. I’m going to make
you feel really fucking good.”

And on that, I believed him.
Smoke still rose from the cigar on the dresser. I tilted my head back and
watched it swirl as Mayhem pulled his fingers out then back in. I tried to
relax my muscles. I stroked my dick a few times to get it back to its former
glory. There was another squirt. The fingers went in a bit easier this time.
The pain faded. My dick began to plump up again. I closed my eyes, focusing on
the sensation. Then Mayhem stood. There was the snap of a condom opening, and I
waited while he rolled it over his beautiful shaft. I watched him towering over
me. He spread my legs slightly so he had a view of my erection. Then I felt the
head of his dick at my hole. I blew out a breath. I wanted this I told myself
over and over. Mayhem eased the head inside me. It stretched me, filled me, and
he hadn’t even added the shaft yet.
Fucking hell.

“You’re forgetting
to breathe,” he
said, his voice strained.

I inhaled.
“Hurts.”

“Only the first time,” he
mumbled. Mayhem rubbed his hand over my dick, pushing it against my torso then
cupped my balls.

The sexual hunger began to
surface again. “Oh, that feels good.”

Mayhem grunted. He pulled his tip
out, added more lube then pushed it back in.

“Just relax, Torrin. Let me
inside you.” He pushed.

I gasped. This time it was all
pleasure. Mayhem stroked me as he shoved an inch inside me. He was so wide the
pain was returning.

“I know it fucking hurts,” he
growled then pushed more of his impossibly thick erection inside my ass. “I
just want to get one full thrust, Torrin.
One.”
He
pushed. “Full.” More of him entered me.
“Thrust.”
Then
he rammed his way in.

I cried out. It wasn’t all from
pain. That had mixed with the lust to create this thin layer of confusion and a
thicker layer of ecstasy.

“Fuck.” He was breathing heavily above
me. His hand roamed over my dick and balls. Mayhem pulled out, pushing back in
just as slowly.

“Oh.” I shivered. “That felt
better than the first push.” Is this what virgin women felt? The thought was
lost as Mayhem started moving faster. The thrust was more firm. His body pushed
into mine making me lose all senses but the overwhelming pleasure.

“You want me to fuck you,
peacekeeper?” he asked with a hard thrust.

“Yes!”

“Harder?” Mayhem rammed me.

“Yes!” I wanted more.

“Deeper?”
Another
harsh shove.

“Yes!” I wanted everything.

Mayhem grabbed my legs, pulling
them so they leaned against his long torso. “Thrust into your hand while I fuck
your pretty ass, Torrin.”

I grabbed my cock, stroking it in
time with Mayhem. The satisfaction was building. I forgot how to breathe without
moaning. Then my orgasm struck like a sudden dust storm. It swirled around me,
forcing me to yell out my climax. My nerve endings were on fire, stars exploded
all around me as
my cum
shot out onto my torso. I
yelled Mayhem’s name over and over like a fucking chant. His thrusts became
harder. He held my legs and pushed his way into my hole like a motherfucking beast.
Then he paused, doubled his effort, and called out my name. We were incoherent
as he came in my ass. Then he was gasping. He let go of my legs and fell atop me.
It was peculiar having a man’s weight
on
me. I reached out, running my hands along his smooth back.
“Mayhem?”

He grunted the word
what
as he plucked the condom off.

“Thank you.” Without him, I would
have
stayed
a peacekeeper. Without him, I
would never have
indulged
my curiosity
about another man. He changed me and it was for the better.

“Torrin.”
He placed his lips
on mine, our sweaty bodies pressed together. “You’re fucking welcome.”

Chapter Six

After catching my breath, I lay in
bed next to Mayhem like a lump of dirt. I wasn’t sure what to do. Did we cuddle
like I would with a woman? Was that too feminine? Did I want to cuddle?

“What the fuck
you thinking?”
Mayhem said, easing onto his side toward me. He actually smiled at me.
First
time I saw those lips lift to show off a
row of white teeth. It made him look softer somehow. “Regretting it?”

“Nope.”
I moved to face
him. “I liked it.”

Mayhem grunted. His hand landed on
my chest and slid between my legs.

He touched my flaccid cock,
rolling the balls around and making me
jerk
.
I was still sensitive down there. “My ass hurts,” I murmured. It was like this
ache inside me.
Awkward, not painful but definitely
uncomfortable.

“Bath would help.”

It was my turn to grunt. “Only
the rich can waste enough water for a bath.” Even with the technology making water,
it was still a precious commodity.

“Shower then.” Mayhem sat up. He
stretched his shoulder blades and found his cigar, sucking on it.

I sat up next to him. We were just
two men sitting here naked. I placed my hand on his thigh and Mayhem winked at
me.

“Don’t know why I always make my
life so fucking complicated.” He grabbed my hand, moving it over to his hanging
shaft and pressed the two together. “I fight a relationship for years. Focusing
on the cause then out of nowhere you come. A damn peacekeeper and
I’m
...I’m fucking smitten.”

I laughed, wrapping my fingers around
him. Mayhem was soft. I could enclose his girth so I stroked him. It was too
soon for a repeat
performance,
but I
liked touching him. It made this illegal act seem more romantic.
“Former peacekeeper.”

Mayhem grunted.

“We’ll tell Outlaw tonight?” I didn’t
want to hide anything from the club. Not anymore. I had taken a leap into
Mayhem’s arms and that meant another jump into the world of the Outlaws.

Mayhem stood.

I got a view of his tight ass muscles
and his balls hanging. I reached out, shoving my hand between his legs and
stroking the sacs. That cigar smell was getting strong. I realized Mayhem was
standing
there
smoking, letting me do all
the touching I wanted. I stood, moving in front of him and kissed him. He
tasted smoky as our tongues met and played. My hands moved to his hips and our
lower bodies squeezed together. We were both
soft,
but the act of doing this felt so right, so perfect, so gay. I pulled away.
Mayhem returned the cigar to the dresser then grabbed me. He held me from
behind, wrapping his arms around my chest. His mouth sucked at a patch of flesh
on my neck as he tugged at my flat nipples. I groaned. My dick nudged ever so
slightly.

“Shower.
Now,” Mayhem
said. He clasped my hand and led me into a connecting bathroom.

 
It was small. The sink drew up
into
the wall, which was down. Right next to
that was a toilet bowl that also folded into the wall. It was down too. Mayhem
kicked both in with his foot then went to the shower in the corner. It would
barely fit us. Then again, it was just a pipe coming out of the wall. We could
take turns. He turned on the water and tested it with his fingers. I watched
him. I’d never thought I’d be in a position to watch a naked Mayhem getting a
shower ready for us.
Mind.
Blown.
He pushed me under the water.
The temperature
was a little warm for
me,
but it felt
good on my sore muscles. I stood under it, closing my
eyes
and savoring the heat.

“Turn around.”

I did. Mayhem placed his sudsy
hand on my shoulders. He rubbed at my skin hard enough to sooth the muscles.
Well, fuck
me,
he was going to wash my back. I placed
my hands on the wall. Mayhem rubbed along my spine, moving to my hips and
making sure my skin was practically tingling from his contact. He moved me
under the water and I watched the bubbles swirl down the drain. Then he pushed
me back to the wall. Mayhem knelt behind me. He
bit
my ass cheek, not hard but enough to make me yelp. He chuckled as he squeezed my
cheeks and pulled them apart. I waited, anticipating his next move. His tongue
found my sore hole. He poked and prodded as the water poured over his kneeling
frame. My dick was trying hard to wake up. I felt myself stiffen but not enough
to get another orgasm in.
An hour.
Maybe.

Mayhem stopped and stood. “Turn
again.”

I did. This time he soaped up his
hands and washed my chest. I watched him closely as he rubbed down my abs and
took my dick in his hand. He tugged on it, swirling his fingers over my balls.
The pleasure made me lean back and groan.

“Later you’re going to be
screaming my name.” Mayhem sealed the delicious
threat
with a kiss. Then he went about washing himself.

“I want to help.”

“Later. You’re too sore to fuck
again.” He washed quickly. “And if you touch me, my dick will be going up your
ass.” He finished up and let me clean myself up completely. Mayhem watched the
whole thing and when we were done, we walked naked into his bedroom. I wanted
to spend more time with him. I wanted to wake up naked, go to sleep naked, eat
naked, exercise naked,
be
naked all the damn time with
Mayhem. “Get dressed, Torrin,” he ordered as he went about finding clothes for
himself.

I was wearing my blue jeans with
a plain black shirt and he wore all black. It made his gruff exterior look
tougher. My eye was swollen and sore, slightly red but not black. My split lip
was also a pink almost red
color,
but the
laser pen was knitting the skin well. We exited the room in time to see Outlaw.

He paused walking down the hall
and stared up at us like he’d seen a creature with two heads and an extra-long,
erect cock that was drooling cum. His lips parted to
speak,
but nothing came out. Then he scoffed and walked past. “Our
guest is on his way.
Church in ten.”

Mayhem didn’t respond. He took a
deep breath.

Was he thinking about how to
break my betrayal to
Outlaw
? I was nervous about that
still. What if Outlaw didn’t take the government blueprints? Wouldn’t he have
to? That would help the cause. Not many people have been in the government
building.
Only extremely loyal or those that the government
can have leverage on.
I was only in there because of my father. Now,
I
had the memory that they needed.

“I can fucking
hear you
worrying from here,” Mayhem said. He grabbed my hand, our fingers twining, and
we walked hand in hand down the hall.

Holding hands
with a man.
That was new too. He stopped in the living room. I saw Outlaw walk into the
chapel. Whip gave us a lifted brow then continued in that direction. His wrists
full of shiny bracelets that rattled as he passed.
Strange
character that one. Chaos and his lover Beau went into the
chapel next and Mayhem turned me to face him. His lips fell on mine before I could
stare into his eyes. Then worry was swept away with passion and the scratch of
stubble. I was sliding my hands up to his shoulders, grabbing a
handful
of his still damp long hair and the
kiss turned into anything but chaste. He was sticking his tongue inside my
mouth, our lips smashing together as our bodies started to touch. I wanted him
again. So soon and I felt this craving for him. Damn, I was hooked on Mayhem
like a drug.

Deviant’s big form walked past and
we broke apart. He and his lover went into the chapel.

“
Don’t
fucking go anywhere.” Mayhem nipped at my bottom lip.

“Okay,” I whispered then we let
go and he walked away. I saw him sit in his seat in the chapel and I swear to
God my heart gave a lurch. How fucking stupid was that? I felt my chest tighten
as he looked back and smiled at me. That rare, elusive expression that made
this happiness
swell
within me. I grinned back. I
turned to go upstairs because nonmembers weren’t allowed down here with a guest
coming. I wasn’t sure who it would be either. I found out the moment I turned
around. The man that came down the hall froze.
Those eyes.
My lips parted as I gasped.
Those violet-colored eyes.
His skin had darkened with age. I was staring at my former slave, the man that
my father sold, the man that had saved that
boy's
life and made me doubt the world.

His eyes narrowed and his lips
moved,
but the words were like he was in slow
motion. “Mo...
ther
...fuck...er.” Then the big black
man launched himself in my direction.

He was twice my size. I had one
choice—drop and roll. I fell to my knees, sending him flying over me. He spun
around faster than I could get away. His big hand wrapped around my ankle and
twisted. I cried out and fell. I couldn’t even hit him back. I kept picturing
him tied to that pole, being cut after trying to save that boy. I knew Mayhem
was right
there,
but I hadn’t expected
the help so quickly. Mayhem was behind the guy and grabbing him by his shirt.
He threw the black man away from me where another patch member, Romeo, came to
stand in front of him.

“What the fuck, Justice!” Outlaw
was yelling, standing between us, but not taking a particular side.

“I just found our fucking rat!”
Justice yelled and then pushed his way toward me. He landed one solid shot to
my stomach that double me over before Mayhem grabbed his arms.

They were inches apart, Mayhem’s
body tense as he spoke.
“Listen, brother.
There’s a
lot more going on than him just being a rat.”

“Rats die.” Justice wasn’t
looking at Mayhem. He was looking at me. “This fucker should be killed.”

“That ain’t going to happen,”
Mayhem said calmly. The tone belied his expression.

I hunched over and eased further
back. I was no match for
Justice,
but
Mayhem was.
Problem
was
,
I didn’t want him to fight my battles. “Can I talk before we start on the death
threats?”

Outlaw stared at me, his eyes
narrowed.

Great, everybody wanted to shoot
me.

Outlaw pointed to the couch. “If
he moves, Mayhem...”

Mayhem nodded. “He won’t.” He
turned to me. “Sit. Tell them.
Everything.”

Justice hissed out a breath.
Romeo pulled him back toward the bar.

I noticed all the patch members
went to that side of the room. The only one that stood beside me was Mayhem. I
prayed to God that his choice wouldn’t get him killed.