Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2) (7 page)

She sucked him hard, moving up and down the full length of his shaft with each pass. Tonka wound his fist in her hair for leverage and thrusted, taking control. As he fucked her face, Abi’s dark, alluring gaze stared up at him with enough force he was ready to blow. Without warning, he pulled free with a ‘pop’ and grabbed her.

“You taste so fucking good.” She smacked her lips and leaned up, consuming his mouth. He tried to pull back but she didn’t give him a chance, once again taking the lead.

Abi pushed him backwards to sit on the side of the bed and straddled him, her hips locking around his waist. The kiss grew feral, wild, and wicked. Tongues licked, teeth scraped. Back and forth they went, giving and taking what they needed. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard. You want my cock, don’t you, Abi?”

“Fuck yes… If you think you can handle me.” Tonka lifted her to the mattress and stood to remove his clothes, realizing she’d won once again. He was taking his pants off, not her. Oh she was a sly little bitch, that he knew…but no woman could ever beat him at his own game.

Tonka grabbed a rubber out of his jeans pocket and rolled it down his dick, stroking it a few times. Just the tightness of the thin barrier had his balls tightening. Abi still sat on her knees instead of falling to her back like he’d expected. Damn if it wasn’t gonna be fun making her submit. “Lay on your stomach.” He wasn’t asking, and just like he’d anticipated, she didn’t move.

“How about you lay on your back?” she shot back. Abi got off on watching a man like Tonka hand over control. Mainly because none of the guys she’d been with could measure up.

“Oh, Abi. I’m afraid you’ve met your match, baby.” He reached down and tugged his belt through the loops of his jeans, whipping it up into the air. She didn’t flinch, her lust-glazed eyes only widening momentarily. Tonka crawled up over her, pushing her torso down against the bed while his mouth lowered to hers. He kissed her hard and long, using it as a distraction while his hands slid her arms up over her head. With one hand, he looped the belt around her wrists and cinched them together before breaking away long enough to tether her to the headboard.

Abi’s expression changed as recognition hit her. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you. Hard and fast—the way I want to take you. You aren’t going to be able to call the shots this time, baby. You get what I give you.”

A mixture of frustration, fear, and arousal washed over her naked body like a bucket of cold water. Her mouth opened to stop everything, but her body argued. She wanted this. Needed this. Craved this. It’d been too long searching for a man who could both give and take, but still have the dominance she so craved. She’d never admit it to anyone, or even herself. It was embedded in her unconsciousness where it’d stay, only allowed out of the recesses of the darkness when her mind took to another place. That parallel universe was her only peace, and only obtainable in the octagon and between the sheets. That small taste she’d got from Yo Neg had left her hungry for more. She needed it like a drug fix, but was afraid at the cost it came. The men she’d taken in bed had never truly measured up. Only one had ever managed it before, back in a time when she wasn’t ready for more than that one night romp. It’d created a craving that none had been able to satisfy…until now. Even now, the idea of something beyond twenty-four hours wasn’t in the cards. Her career, her independence, and her fear probably wouldn’t ever allow anything but this. She closed her eyes, giving a brief moment to the thought of possibly having it all and what it would mean to a girl who had grown up in a hard world to obtain everything life had to offer.

A sharp sting to her nipple brought her attention back to the present. She looked down and found Tonka sucking and licking her tit, biting just hard enough that all of her doubts melted off her. She tugged at her restraints wanting to pull his head down harder but didn’t budge. “More!” she gasped.

“Mmm. No, you’re not in control here, Abi. You get…” he flicked his tongue across her nipple, “what I give you.” Tonka blew across the tight bud, puckering it hard enough to cut glass. She bucked under him, fighting to get his touch where she needed it most. Her clit throbbed almost painfully, desperate for contact. When her torso lifted upwards toward his mouth, he pulled away completely.

“Dammit, Tonka!” Sexual frustration was mounting higher and higher, her body seeking release. “Fuck me now!”

Tonka clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “So impatient. I own your pleasure, Abi. The more you resist, the longer I'll make you wait for release.” He slid his tongue down her chest and traced the ridges of her taut stomach at a painfully slow pace. The closer he got to her pussy, the more she fought beneath him. He licked over the top of her bare mound, flicking his tongue close enough to her clit she could feel the moist heat. Her hips lifted up off the bed eagerly toward his mouth trying to force him to lick her. Tonka let out a low growl and grabbed her legs, scooting them under his weight to pin her down. “Your hot little pussy smells so sweet,” he said, inhaling deeply.

Abi arched off the bed and used her core strength to lift her hips just enough she shoved her pussy in his face. Her cunt juice coated his face, releasing a gush that dripped down her thighs and down the crack of her ass. Tonka about lost it. The proof of her arousal was staring him in the face—literally. If he was gonna last at all, he needed to get back control. His hand came back and smacked her on the side of her ass, cracking through the air. He’d intentionally made it sting more than a little love tap hoping it’d catch her off guard and intimidate her into complying, but it did just the opposite. Her throaty moan was the exact opposite of what he’d expected. Well well, this little find was a welcome surprise. He did it again, making sure his hand landed on the meaty part of her thigh this time to keep from hurting her. He got the same response, only this time her hips bucked wildly. Her head ground down into the pillow, thrashing from side to side. “Fuck! Yes!” By the tone in her screams and the sight of her franticly clenching pussy that begged to be filled, he knew she was close. Now, he’d give her what they both needed.

He crawled up her body, nipping at her flesh to leave a path of stings to stimulate and intercept her thoughts from anticipating what he’d planned next. Tonka took her mouth viciously, at the same time shoving balls deep in one thrust. She let out a surprised gasp, not giving enough time to adjust before he pulled out and slammed into her again. “Damn, baby, I love fucking this cunt deep. You like me slamming in and hitting bottom? Your hot little cunt likes it. It’s gripping my meat tight.” Once again, she tugged at her restraints desperate to touch him.

“Yes! Fuck yeah!” Abi arched upwards, still trying to take some of the control from him and reach her own release but Tonka wasn’t having it. He reached down and gripped her hips, lifting her legs over his shoulders.

“Quit trying to move or I’ll make sure you don’t get off, Abi. I told you. I am in control. Say it!”

Abi’s eyes were clouded with lust, her pupils dilated. “No,” she whispered.

“Say it.” He thrust inside her again, intentionally positioning himself where he knocked her G-spot and that much closer to the finish line.

“N-n-no.” Again he tormented her, keeping her on the edge but not giving her enough to topple over. One. Two. He’d slowed and eased his movements, teasing her into submission. If she liked it hard, he’d give it to her soft. If she wanted fast, he’d go slow. Either way, sooner or later, she’d break.

“Who does this cunt belong to, Abi?” his voice growled out. If it wasn’t for her not believing in things she’d never seen with her own two eyes, she’d swear he’d shift into a wolf or bear at any moment. She could see the strain lines around his eyes and crease in his forehead and knew he was fighting with himself to hold back. So, she did what any woman would do in her position—she tried like hell to snap it and make him go wild but he was a tough one to crack. For every move she did, he turned it back on her tenfold. Right when she’d had enough and was ready to scream in a hormonal rage, he dipped down in her deep and gave her a taste of what she craved. That’s all it took. The tables had official turned in his fucking favor.

“You! Yours, Tonka! Don’t fucking stop!” There we go. That’s what he wanted to hear.

“Come on my dick, Abi.” And, true to his word, he took her over, holding on as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body. With her still milking his dick, he brought on one after another, keeping her drunk on orgasms. She didn’t recognize her own screams. Nothing existed in the subspace she floated in, only fading deeper and deeper into it between the roughness of his words, moves, and the little bits of pain he inflicted. He’d pinch her nipple, then smack her ass. The next time he pinched her clit with enough pressure, she exploded, squirting cream out around his meat. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t take back the control he’d stolen. She was at his mercy.

Tonka gritted his teeth, wanting to hold on as long as he could. His dick suctioned in and out of her sloppy hole, his movements growing erratic. In a few hard strokes he bottomed out with the tip of his cock, kissing her cervix and blew with a loud yell of his own, pumping squirt after squirt into the rubber. When the last drops were milked from his nuts, he pulled out, discarding the baby batter into the trash can and untied her wrists. He collapsed beside her long enough to catch his breath, still shocked at the sated, wicked little bitch beside him. Damn if she wasn’t a handful. He hadn’t enjoyed a piece that good in a long time…if ever. His mind started to think shit he didn’t want to deal with, like laying there and pulling her into his arms, never letting her go.
Oh, fuck no!
With one last kiss to her cheek, he got up and threw his clothes on. As he was walking out the door he stopped, frozen in thought. “Go to the clubhouse after you get around.” And with that, he walked out.

Abi still floated in the aftermaths of the multiple orgasms she’d just had, unable to make a coherent thought. When the brain fuzz began to clear, she was angry. Angry at the way he’d managed to make her feel inferior, and pissed at how he took control. “Next time, Tonka. You’ll be begging me.” She got up and hit the shower, already plotting her revenge. This was her game, and dammit, she always won, 'cause the cost of losing was a sure way to lose everything, even yourself.

Chapter F
ive

Abi walked into the clubhouse, met by Chevy who seemed to be waiting for her. “Hey, kid. ‘Bout time you got your ass home where it belongs.” Chevy pulled her into a hug, holding her at arm’s length just enough to size her up.

“Hi, Chevy. It’s good to see you.”

“Damn, look at you! You’re all grown up, honey.” Her finger traced the knot on Abi’s eye, her face twisting. “Care to tell me what the fuck happened to you?” Abi pulled away, her cold demeanor returning.

“Nothing that needs mentioning, girlfriend. So, what’s going on today?” She caught herself from adding, ‘Tonka said I needed to be here’ hoping that their morning romp wasn’t public knowledge.

“Rumble. We need all hands on deck for the ‘after party’,” she said, making air quotes with her fingers.

“Another one? Damn, a bit overkill, don’t ya think?” Normally, Rumbles were held once a week, sometimes less.

“Yeah. Duke, Bull, and Hammer went down to the Iron Maiden last night for a few drinks. A couple of the Prospects were out on watch and intercepted a drug deal with four of the Silent Outlaws.”

“What? This isn’t their turf.”

“Nope, and after they were carried off, the guys got a look at the blow. The Diablos logo was on the baggies.” She led me in to sit with her on the couch, the rats already busy cooking.

“So they expecting retaliation?”

“Yeah. One of the boys got Intel that they were planning on hitting tonight. Tonto wants everyone here on lockdown until they find out where.” Chevy had been like a mom in a sense to Abi growing up, especially during puberty. There were only certain things a girl could go to her brother for. The two had been in contact even while she was off at college, and was the only breathing soul who knew about her fighting career.

“Great. I can smell the thick testosterone already. Sledge is gonna be riding my ass to move. I’ve gotta hurry and get my own place. He still can’t comprehend that I’m grown now.”

Chevy laughed. “Honey, he’ll never grow out of it. He loves you.”

“Yeah, I know. He’s got a rude awakening coming though.”

“Still ain’t told him?” She’d been on Abi to just be honest with her brother about her preferred profession but Abi couldn’t bring herself to do it. He had enough to worry about and the last thing either of them needed was him freaking out. He’d done his job, sacrificing his childhood to raise Abi and their siblings.

“No. There’s just too much shit going on, Chev.”

Chevy grabbed her hand, forcing her make eye contact. “There’s always too much going on, girl. You don’t want him to find out on his own.”

“I’d prefer him not find out at all…” Abi rolled her eyes, knowing Chevy was right. Sooner or later someone would find out, then tell him. If it came from her, it’d save her an ass beating. She wouldn’t put it past him to take a belt to her ass and try to ground her. He may not be able to fully punish her like a child, but his childish ways at getting revenge were limitless. With a club of dominate men and unlimited resources, he could easily make sure she didn’t ever fight again. Damn them and the people they knew.

“Well, heads up. Tonto knows something. You know how he likes to dig and pry into others’ business. Just be ready if he calls you out.”

“Damn. Thanks, Chev. I shoulda known his nosey ass would find out. Maybe Rose can help persuade him to keep his trap shut for a while. Where’s she at?”

“The doctor. She’s had the flu for the past few days so the guys forced her to go. It’s not the flu. I’d bet my favorite chaps she’s got a Savage bun in the oven.” Chevy grinned, her excitement evident.

“Really? Damn. You think Tonto and Sandman are ready?”