The Run (The Hell's Disciples MC Book 4) (21 page)

“So fuckin’ soft and sweet.”

There are people everywhere, but I can barely hear them. I know we’re about six seconds from someone stumbling upon us, but I couldn’t care less. All I care about is Buck and his body pressing into me, his hand in my hair, twisting it around his fingers, and his lips devouring mine.

Savoring his touch, I damn well know this could be the first and last time.

Wrapping a hand around my thigh, he says, “Up,” against my mouth. Complying, I throw my legs around his waist, wrapping them tight around solid muscle.

Fuck, I want him inside me, right now. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on his harsh face that I wanted him, but I tried to keep it casual, friendly. This might be a bad idea, but I don’t care. This right here, Buck on me, is what I want. It’s what I need.

Rocking against him, I feel the swell of his dick against my soaked panties. I wish I hadn’t even worn any.

“Panties,” I pant when Buck starts working on his jeans. They’re in the fucking way.

“Fuck ‘em.”

Skirt over my hips, I watch him reach into his pocket, pulling out a condom. He rips it with his teeth and pulls it out. Then I watch him pull out his cock and roll it on with skilled precision. He made real quick work of that.

“Tell me now to stop.” Not a chance in hell.

“No.” Wrapping my fingers around it, I marvel at his length and girth, dying to feel him inside of me.

“Want me inside.”

“Yes, fuck. Please.”

“Patience,” he murmurs. That is something I don’t have right now. Pulling his dick out of my hand, I almost cry. “I’ll give you what you want.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement from me. He knows I’m a desperate mess. Running a finger up the seam of my panties, he smirks, reveling in the shiver he pulls from my body. Adding pressure, he runs the tip of his finger back down, working out another.

“Good, baby?”

“So good.”

“Hold on to me then, tight.” And I do. 

Shoving my panties to the side, he shoves into me in one swift, sharp thrust, slamming himself all the way inside. Stilling for a moment, he soaks it all in.

“Move,” I groan, squeezing him, making his cock jump inside of me, making the perfect agony that much worse.

Buck doesn’t hold back. He begins thrusting in and out, hitting all the right angles. Spots cloud my vision and my head spins with each deep drive.

One hand is wrapped up in my hair, and the other’s digging into the skin of my thigh, holding me against him. My tits are pressed against his solid chest, and my hands are locked around his neck.

“Tell me this pussy is mine,” he growls. “Tell me.”

“Buck.”

“Lie to me, baby,” he grinds out.

“It’s yours.” For as long as you’ll have me.

11 - Lies & Secrets

Buck

I told her to lie to me last night. I broke down like a bitch and almost begged her to lie to me. I know I’m not the first, and I most likely won’t be the last to get between those thick thighs, but fuck, I wish I was. There’s something sweet about being the only one. I’m not stupid though, I know I’m not. But no motherfucker wants to believe that the pussy he’s currently enjoying belongs to someone else. While we’re inside, we want to believe that shit is ours. Men, we’re fucking deluded that way. We don’t share well, especially something that feels as good as Lennon did. That cunt is all mine, even if it is only for a night. Lie to me, let me believe that shit is mine, and we’ll get along just fine.

Part of me can’t help but to wish that bullshit last night was true. We fucked like animals, rough and wild. Something like that is something you want constantly. It’s something a man starts to crave. “It’s yours,” she moaned in my ear, fingers digging into my skin, and she sounded damn convincing. So, I’m gonna pretend that shit was real. I’m gonna smoke and drink and lie to myself. 

Now it’s pillow talk and rough sex. Wrapped up in each other, even if it’s only for the weekend. We’re laid up in one of the motel rooms. She’s on her stomach on the other side of me. I think she might be sleeping now because she’s not on top of me. Wearing nothing but a blue pair of tiny panties, and not a damn thing else, she looks perfectly fuckable and peaceful, like she belongs to me.

I don’t want to wake her. I just want to watch her sleep, soak her up while I’ve got her. Reaching a hand out, I touch her skin, running my fingers down her back, over her ass and to her thigh. I revel in the smoothness. I wanna fuck her again.

Turning her head, she looks at me the second my fingers graze her skin, her eyes so goddamn deep and full of secrets. Lennon smiles with her cheek resting on her folded arms. She watches me take a hit, hold it, and exhale. Her eyes never leave mine. Something about the way she always watches me ... it’s fucking beautiful.

“Listen,” she starts, but I stop her. Not right now. Whatever it is she’s gotta say can wait. Right now, I just want her here with me. I want her happy to be with me. I’m a simple man. I don’t want much. 

“Smoke with me, baby. Lay with me and just enjoy it.”

Lennon fell back asleep a few hours ago. She smoked with me and then let me worship her body. I spent a good hour tasting every inch of her before I let her drift off again.

Now the sun is setting and it’s time I got my ass out of bed, even though I just want to stay right here with her.

Rolling out of bed, I get up and stretch. Lennon doesn’t move. Looking down at her, I don’t regret a goddamn thing about crossing that line. Might’ve been wrong, but fuck it. She begged for it and who am I to deny her?

Walking out of the bathroom, I find Lennon up, and I know it then and there, she’s a goddamn gift from God.

Seeing her standing there, wearing my cut, is like a dream come true. Standing in the middle of the room with her back to me, she’s wearing nothing but my cut and her blue panties.

My dick jumps to attention at the idea of her naked tits pressed against the leather. A mile of tan legs and smooth skin tease me. Those legs wrapped around my head is just the start to the very long list of shit I have planned for them. Throwing them over my shoulders, wrapped around my waist on my bike, spread wide on the kitchen table. The list is fucking long.

“Lennon.” Turning around slowly, she smiles. It’s a sneaky, sexy as fuck smile. Fingers clutching the sides of the leather, she rocks on her heels and licks her lips.

“Does it look good on me?” she asks. Lennon knows the answer to that question. No one, and I mean no one, has ever worn that cut besides me. I vowed no one would, but seeing Lennon in it has changed the game.

“Don’t play games, babe. You know it does.”

“Or would it look better on the floor?” she teases, letting the shoulder slide down her skin. Biting her lip, she shrugs, waiting for my response.

“Keep it on,” I tell her. Jesus Christ, keep it the fuck on. Walking farther into the room, I have to count to ten to keep from rushing her ass and tossing her to the floor. I’ve already fucked her a few times now, and I’m looking for a repeat.

“You have fun last night, babe?” I ask, circling her, biding my time. I know she did. Her wild hair and softly smudged makeup gives her away. We had fun.

“Sure,” she shrugs, uncaring. She playing, toying with me.

“Sure?” I repeat. Playing hard to get will get you nothing but a red ass.

“It was cool,” she admits, messing with the patches on my leather. Reaching up, she rubs the patch with Buck written on it, which goes right across her tit. She looks so goddamn good in that leather. I’ve seen some shit, but Lennon in my cut? Nothing will ever come close.

Taking a step towards her, I need a little taste, but she takes one back towards the bed. Holding a finger out, she waves it at me, tsking me.

“I don’t think so,” she coos. I really couldn’t care less what she thinks at this moment. She knew when she put that cut on, she was asking for it, and I’ll gladly be the man to give it to her.

“I know so.” Each step I take forward, she takes one back until she’s sitting on the bed.

“So, it was just a little fun?” I wonder out loud. I remember it being more than just a little fun. I remember her screaming my name, fingers digging into my back, and her pussy milking the fuck outta my dick. I’m remembering it a little differently than she is apparently.

“Yeah, a little.” She’s ballsy today.

Standing at the edge of the bed, looming over her, I feel twenty feet tall. Lennon makes me feel that way when she looks up at me. Reaching a hand out, I run my finger down the soft leather of my cut. Lennon shivers, her eyes closing.

Outside the room, I can hear people talking, and down by the bar, I can hear music. The old decrepit air conditioner wheezes in the window, but all I can focus on is Lennon. Her breathing comes faster. Her chest is rising and falling quickly, and her fingers are digging into the mess of blankets.

Hooking a finger under the shoulder, I jerk lightly on the leather, testing it out. “If you put this cut on, baby, a man might think you’re lookin’ for a little more of that fun we had last night.” Scooting back on her ass, away from me, she bites her lip, and that shit does me in. My dick is hard, painful, and hungry for her.

She gets her knees on the bed and starts crawling away from me. She’s running.

“Running only makes me want to fuck you harder,” I tell her, snatching her ankle up in my hand. “There’s no running from me, Lennon,” I add as I pull her leg out from under her, making her fall onto her stomach.

“So I’m gonna ask you again. You lookin’ for more fun?”

Laying a hand on her ass, I give it a good smack, leaving a red handprint.

“Fuck,” she moans, curling her lips in a sexy little sneer.

“That’s the idea, baby.” I can’t wait to get inside her tight, wet pussy again.

There’s nothing about her that I would change, from her big tits to her plump round ass, all the way down to her fucking toes. Every inch of her is beautiful. 

Running my hands up the smooth skin of her legs, over every tattoo to her hips, I dig my fingers in. Pulling her ass in the air, I groan at the sight. I will never forget this image of Lennon on all fours, wearing my cut, and her ass in the air, just for me.

She teases me by wiggling her ass. I’m a man on the edge here, seeing her like this.

“Behave.” I give her ass another good slap, watching it jiggle perfectly. What’s the point in fucking a body that doesn’t jiggle when you do it? I need to see that shit move. I’m a visual type of guy. I want to see it bounce, jiggle, and dance.

“No,” she says seductively.

“No?”

“Fuck no.”

Laughing to myself, I fight the urge to tear her apart, sink myself balls deep inside her and fuck her till she’s walking funny. Lennon thinks she can tell me no, but I’ve had her body, and now I want more. There isn’t a thing she can do to stop me.

Peeling her panties down her ass and over her feet, I toss that shit towards the garbage, and I’m left with her bare and sexy, and ready to be fucked. On my knees behind her, I play with her wet pussy, sinking my fingers deep inside. She shudders, and I’ll be damned if I don’t have to suppress my own shudder when she tightens around my fingers. I play with her until she’s moaning and begging, and I can’t wait anymore.

Tearing the towel from around my waist, I toss that shit with her panties. I get a condom on in as fast as I can, then I’m ready. I’m so fucking gone at this point, a bullet wouldn’t even stop me. 

“You want some dick?” I tease her, running my cock across her clit, I go higher, sticking the tip inside her wet cunt. I fight with myself to not go too far. I don’t want to hurt her, but I do want her to feel me for the rest of the day.

“Go deep,” she urges, sticking that ass out farther, and that shit does me in, so I do. I slip inside and all the way to the hilt. Lennon’s back arches and I hear the word “Fuck” fall from her lips. Closing my eyes, I savor the feeling. It’s unbelievable.

In and out of her tightness, I concentrate on not blowing my load. She feels so fucking good and so fucking right. With my colors on her back, her moaning and whimpering on her hands and knees, and my dick inside her, I fall into that lie of her pussy belonging to me.

“Fuck, Lennon.”

Losing all control, I fuck her, and I fuck her hard. We’re both breathing hard and she’s begging me to let her come. I fuck her until it hurts.

“Shit. Shit. Shit, Buck.”

“Slam that pussy back on my dick, baby.” And she does. That’s my girl.

Pounding away, I get the urge to watch her tits jiggle when I take her hard. Flipping her over, I sink back in and groan.

“Shit, babe.” Pushing open the cut, I stare at her tits as they bounce around for me, but it’s just not enough. I need more.

“Wrap your legs babe.”

“Do your worst,” she says, breathless, her eyes rolling back. She doesn’t have to tell me twice.