Chapter 1
Chapter One
Wakey Wakey A Clit is Shaky
A t times when Priest shut his eyes it looked like a kaleidoscope of colors and images, none of which made him feel better at all. The bright flashes of lights from within his closed eyes sent bolts of pain into the back of his head, which then wrapped up and around his head, like someone forcing a helmet onto his head that was three sizes too small.
A constant migraine type pain ached, sometimes moving throughout his entire body, leaving his toes curled up tight and his hands gripping at the stiff hospital bed sheets. There was no relief from the pain. Even with his eyes open, peripheral images teased Priest. And if he tried to look left or right too fast to chase down the visions that weren’t there, it would trigger another painful migraine.
Fucking Fitz.
Those two words had a way of calming Priest. He made damn sure someone described to him what Fitz looked like on a daily basis. The club had the traitorous rat hung in a garage by his wrists. They’d beat him daily and then force feed him water and some food. Just enough to keep him alive. Keep him waiting for Priest.
The thought of gutting Fitz from his asshole up to his throat… it made Priest’s cock throb. Anyone in the room at that moment would witness Priest with his eyes shut and a huge bulge under the covers jumping up and down.
There were people in the room. Three people to be exact. Everyone in complete and total silence. Cyrus and Linc with their tree trunk sized arms folded, smirks on their faces. The third person approached the hospital bed with care. She looked back at Cyrus and Linc and the two outlaws nodded at her with reassurance.
Outside the hospital room, Slade and Darrow guarded the door, ensuring that the wild antics inside the hospital room were going to stay right there.
Priest slept, stuck in some sense of a nightmare of a migraine. Flashes of light, screams echoing. The moment of attack playing over and over. That fucked up decision to turn away for a second or two, allowing Fitz to attack.
Priest growled in his sleep. He began to pant like a lion getting irritated. Then his nose twitched. Something familiar began to flirt with his senses. Gone were the visions of Fitz attacking him, leaving him to die. Gone were the flashes of light. The migraine pain eased up enough to be an annoyance and nothing more.
Priest suddenly began to lick his lips. Eyes still shut tight. Stuck in some kind of dreamworld, yet it smelled so real. So good. That elusive scent of a woman’s body. That honey cave between her legs, warm and wet, slippery with a dew.
On the outside of this—the non-dreamworld—Cyrus and Linc kept their composure as they watched one of the deecees hovering right over Priest’s face. She was naked from the waist down. Bee had been slinging shots of whiskey and bottles of beer just an hour or so earlier before being told by Cyrus she would be a surprise for Priest, riding his face, waking him up with her soft cunt.
She carefully lowered herself down, closer and closer to Priest’s face. She wasn’t sure what to do after that though. She improvised, gently thrusting her hips, feeling the tip of Priest’s nose splice her damp labia open.
When Priest felt that wet touch, mixed with the intense smell, it was like a zombie coming back from the dead. As though a lightning bolt had pierced his blackened outlaw heart and brought him back to life.
Priest swung his hands toward one another, slapping Bee against her thick, heavy thighs. The slapping sound echoed throughout the hospital room. Bee let out a cry from the sting of pain. Priest’s eyes popped open.
He looked up and saw some of Bee’s face. He pulled at her hips, dropping her wet cunt right down to his mouth. His tongue thrust up and circled around. His mouth closed over her and he began to suck all her juice.
Bee let out a gasping sound and started to lift up.
Priest growled.
“The beast has awakened,” Cyrus said to Linc with a nod.
“Not sure I can stand here and watch this,” Linc said.
Priest nuzzled his nose against Bee’s clit and then made his move at her. He grabbed her clit with his teeth and tugged. Hard. Bee screamed but then sucked in a breath when she felt a rushing force of pleasure attack her.
Priest had a certain way with his tongue and a woman’s clit. His own version of a secret move. Copied by many. Perfected by none other than him. It was just the way his mouth and tongue were able to move. Maybe the tip of his tongue was just a little bit pointier than any other man’s tongue. Whatever it was, the second Priest went for his tongue move, the woman on the receiving end stood no chance.
“Oh, fuck!” Bee cried out. “He’s going to make me come!”
“Just go with it,” Cyrus said. “A perk of the job.”
Linc turned away, shaking his head. He didn’t need to see some deecee spraying her cunt honey all over Priest’s face.
The grip that Priest had on Bee’s hips told the ending that there was no fucking way in hell he was going to stop until he tasted all of her.
Bee reached with her left hand and found a spot on the wall that didn’t have some kind of medical device or plug or warning. With her right hand she grabbed at her right breast.
“What the fuck is happening?” she cried out.
Priest growled and moved his tongue faster. If you shut your eyes it sounded like someone eating an entire watermelon, messy and loud, on a warm summer day.
Priest made a loud sucking sound and pulled away from Bee’s cunt for a moment to let out a howl. An actual howling sound. He turned his head and smiled at Cyrus. Then he winked.
It was fucked up the way Cyrus appreciated that mid-oral sex wink from his right-hand man.
Priest went back to work on Bee’s clit, finishing her off with his special move once more.
Bee came hard. Harder than she could remember. Her legs shaking and her hips thrusting. Her screams getting louder. So much so that she had to cover her own mouth. She bounced up and down on Priest’s tongue and on his face, her cheeks turning redder by the second.
Priest surprised her when he thrust his tongue into her cunt, wanting to taste and wanting to feel her throbbing, which he welcomed with great delight.
Bee peeled her left hand off the wall and reached behind her for the tree trunk sized thickness pushing up from under the covers that was Priest’s thick, throbbing cock. She squeezed the head of his cock, just once, before someone began to clap their hands together over and over.
Linc had watched Priest’s wife enter the hospital room. Cyrus turned his head and curled his lip. Priest slipped his tongue from Bee’s cunt and smiled at his wife. Bee launched herself from the hospital bed and stood next to it, her legs still shaking. Her right hand still over her mouth.
She was still having a fucking orgasm.
“Hope you enjoyed my husband’s tongue,” Priest’s wife said. “I remember how good it felt. You can sit down or go into the bathroom to scream. Whatever you need. Don’t let me interrupt this sweet infidelity.”
“I thought you were a mirage,” Priest spoke. “Thought I dreamed you. But you’re really here.”
“And your face looks like you just ate half a dozen glazed donuts.”
“Jealous? Climb on up. You know I can make you come just as fast and just as hard.”
“Do you have a reason for being here, Angelica?” Cyrus asked through gritted teeth.
“We all know it has nothing to do with Priest getting attacked,” Linc added. “You showed up way too late for that.”
“If you scum fucks don’t mind, I’d rather just talk to my husband.”
Angelica.
The name that drove Priest fucking insane.
“I’m sorry, but I have to go,” Bee suddenly blurted out.
She ran to the chair where her shorts, panties, and shoes were. She didn’t even bother getting dressed. She just took off running out of the room, wobbly, almost falling twice.
She. Was. Still. Having. A. Fucking. Orgasm.
“Still got that magic touch, huh?” Angelica asked Priest.
“My gift and my curse,” Priest growled. “Now get the fuck out of here before I call security.”
“So romantic.”
“Are you here to officially end this marriage or what?”
“Not quite,” Angelica said.
She reached for Priest’s cheek, swiping with her pointer finger. She then smelled her finger and recoiled.
“Bar sluts,” she whispered. “Those biker whores. They smell so filthy. At least you’re already getting pumped with antibiotics.”
“Fucking Christ,” Cyrus said. “Will you just fucking leave?”
“I find my husband eating another woman’s vagina and I’m somehow the bad person,” Angelica said.
“Just shows how much of an awful human you are,” Priest said to his wife.
“I guess I should leave,” Angelica said. “My car is waiting. Just wanted to see it for myself, I guess. A second time. I was secretly hoping that first time you woke up was one of the last minute energy bursts people get before they die. But here you are. Alive and breathing. Getting released today too.”
“Are you coming to my party later?” Priest asked. “We’d love to tie you up and burn you at the stake.”
Angelica pointed at Priest and smiled. “This witch isn’t burning.”
“Yet,” Cyrus said.
“I’ll be in touch soon, Priest ,” Angelica said, rolling her eyes. She started to turn but stopped. She pointed to the large bulge under the sheets. “Oh, in case you didn’t know, they had to take your piercing out. For safety reasons. It’s just not the same looking at your dick without that piercing.”
Angelica laughed and strutted out of the hospital.
Priest sat up and ripped the sheet off his body and pulled his hospital gown up, showing off his massive cock.
“What the fuck?” Priest roared.
His piercing was gone. He licked his lips and tasted cunt. He blinked fast. Cyrus and Linc were already starting to laugh.
A blinding white hot pain kicked up in the back of Priest’s head. He gritted his teeth. He hated his wife. He missed his cock piercing. But at least Bee’s cunt tasted wonderful.
In the outlaw world, you had to take any wins you could find or kill for.