Chapter Nine #2
“Can I hit him?” Malice asks, bouncing from toe to toe, his large, dark eyes wild, hair falling into his face.
“Mal, I’ve been on the receiving end of your shit, and I don’t want to be again. I was defending you, you dumb fucker.”
“Yeah, but I stabbed you before, now I want to punch you. Saige got to.”
“What the fuck is happening right now?” Rave asks as he shakes his head, snatching a donut from one of the boxes and retreating.
“Welcome to the clubhouse, baby,” I whisper against her ear.
“As much as I love this little party, we’re in the middle of talking,” Sin says, putting an end to all the wild bullshit.
“No, you’re right. Fill me in, Wrath.”
“I’m not finding any credible threats against us, Prez, but we need to be vigilant.
Something doesn’t feel right. Like whoever it is, they’re close—waiting to strike.
We can’t slip up and give him an opening.
Another body popped up out in the middle of nowhere, in bad condition; it’s clear his bike wrecked before he was killed. ”
“Who are you talking about?” Saige interrupts as she picks a piece of muffin top off and slips it between her lips. Fuck, even that is sexy.
“There’s someone out there taking out club members. Slitting their throats and then leaving a brand on their chests. We don’t understand why, and there don’t seem to be any clues as to how he picks his victims.”
“Ahh,” she says as she swallows. “Has anyone here been taken out?” I cock my head at her question, trying to judge if it’s out of concern or hope. Probably the latter.
“No. We’re trying to keep it that way.”
“Alright. That’s enough chitchat in front of the outsider, Prez. We can finish this conversation in church,” Sin demands. I let it slide because I know he’s not wrong. I shouldn’t have a loose tongue in front of her, especially because I still don’t understand her, and she hasn’t opened up to me.
“You know what that means for you, don’t you, baby?”
“You’re cuffing me back in the room?”
“Look at you, catching on.”
“It’s your funeral, Camden, I’m just gonna fight you on it.”
“I’m counting on it. Now finish your muffin and get your ass in the bedroom.”
“Fuck you!” The room erupts in amused ‘oos’ and that just fans the fire inside me.
“Looks like you’re done now,” I tell her, moving quickly to pick her up by the waist and toss her over my shoulder.
Just like I expected, Saige thrashes, throwing punches into my back, trying her hardest to kick.
Once we’re back inside my bedroom, I toss her onto the bed, watching as she bounces.
I flick the lock behind me, my eyes trained on her as she brushes her hair from her face.
“I wasn’t done eating, fuckface!”
“Maybe you should listen next time I tell you to do something, huh?
“Oh, fuck yourself, Camden. I’m not your woman, and even if I was, you’d never be able to tell me what to do.”
“Fuck, vixen, that fucking mouth on you. Argh. Want to force you down on your knees and stuff it full of my cock.”
“Promises, promises,” she says as she stands from the bed, walking closer to me, all long lines and attitude. As soon as she’s within my reach, I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head backward to get her attention.
“Baby, just say the word. I’ll show you that I’m not all talk.”
“You couldn’t handle me.”
“Try me.”
I wait, watching with bated breath as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, her big, beautiful eyes darting all over my face. Then she shoves me. Hard.
“Fuck you. I’m not letting you into my head. Or my body.”
“Whatever you say, vixen,” I quip as I snatch her up into my arms, wrestling her down onto the bed, securing her left wrist loosely into a cuff attached to the bedpost. She puts up a fight, just like she always does, cursing and thrashing around.
My body lies flush against her, and the moment we both hear the audible click of the cuff connecting, we freeze.
Time ceases to exist, the air in the room evaporating as the tension between us pulls taut. Our chests rise in fall in sync with each other, our eyes locked, holding each other hostage.
I know she’s come on my thigh before, but this is the closest we’ve ever been, and I know she can feel my hard cock pressing against her heat, nothing but the thin, wet fabric of her shorts separating us.
God, I love the feel of her legs wrapped tight around me. I move one of my hands languidly across her hip and thigh, over the globe of her ass and back again while she struggles to steady her breathing.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper. She answers by licking her lips seductively. “I’d do anything to have you, Saige. Anything.”
“I hate you.”
“I know, baby, but you want me, regardless.” Saige’s eyes flutter closed as I whisper the words against her lips. I don’t kiss her as I thread my hand through her silky black hair and yank her head backward, but fuck if I don’t want to. “Admit it.”
“Yeah, Camden, I fucking want you. And I hate myself for it.” Then she pushes her sweet pussy against my hard cock, and I nearly blow in my pants again. Saige’s hand threads into my hair, gripping it roughly and pulling my face down to her chest. I comply without a fight. She’s in control here.
I push up her T-shirt, roughly pulling down the fabric of her bra, her tits spilling free. They’re more than a handful, big for her small frame, with rosy pink buds, begging for my mouth. I revel in the weight of them in my hand, my thumb rubbing over the thick metal of her piercings.
Saige arches her back into me, her nails scraping my scalp as she brings my mouth to where she wants me the most. My lips connect with her flesh, and I greedily suck her pert nipple like my life depends on it. I grip the other one, groping and taking my fill of her body.
Saige gyrates under me, rubbing her sweet pussy against my thigh, looking for the friction she needs but won’t find there.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect,” I groan against her skin, lapping at her nipple before dragging my tongue through the center of her breasts, finally putting my wonder to rest.
Honey.
She tastes sweet like fucking honey.
Her only free hand delves under my shirt, pulling me closer to her, digging her nails into my muscles and breaking the skin.
My fingers grapple with her shorts, unbuttoning them as she lifts her ass and lets me drag them down her toned, lithe legs, panties in tow.
I sit up, tossing her clothes to the side before taking in her naked body for the first time.
Her bare pussy is on full display as she spreads her legs for me in an open invitation.
A thin strip of trimmed hair leads the way to her glistening pink hole.
Fuck me. I collapse back on top of her as she wraps her legs around my waist. I’m still dressed, and it’s the hottest thing ever to have her laid bare under me.
I don’t need shit in return; this is all about her and making her feel good.
“That’s it, vixen,” I praise as she grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head backward.
Saige runs her wet tongue up the length of my neck before sinking her teeth into the flesh at the base, hard enough to break skin.
I thrust my hips into her, my hard cock pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans.
My hands grip her tank top, ripping it up her tight body and over her head, leaving it tangled on her arm that’s connected to the bed.
“I fucking hate you,” she hisses, even as she does the same to me, helping to pull my T-shirt off my body, her nails dragging downward over my chest, leaving scratch marks over my tattooed skin.
“Yeah, baby, you’ve said that.”
One thing about me? I never give up control. In any area. In the very depths of the recesses of my mind, I’m reminding myself of this, even as I allow her to push me onto my back in the center of the bed, her perfect body climbing on top of me.
There’s no talking, not as she shimmies forward, not as I grip her tight waist and pick her up, settling her directly over my waiting mouth.
This is the moment other women get self-conscious, where they pause and insecurities creep in.
Not my woman. Saige sits down like her body and brain already know they own me, like the only thing on her mind is getting her pussy licked.
I let her control the position as I take a deep inhale of her sweet, musky scent, my tongue dipping out and licking through her wet center.
She tastes wild and free, forbidden, and untamed.
She tastes like fucking chaos. She tastes like fucking mine.
My fingers dig into her hips, my tongue slipping into her silky-smooth center. The warmth of her heat envelops my tongue, her arousal dripping from her center and coating my lips and chin. I want to drown in her essence, want to carry her sweet scent with me from this moment forward.
I lose myself to eating her pussy, looking up at her beautiful body from beneath her.
Saige’s hand grips her tit, twisting at the metal barbell, her head thrown back in pleasure as her hips gyrate on my face.
I work my way back up to her clit, my eyes not leaving her body as I suck the swollen nub into my mouth with quick, tight pulses.
“Oh fuck. Fuck yes! Camden!”
I moan my approval into her tight center, her thighs clenching around my head. I fucking love the way my name sounds on her perfect lips as she barrels toward bliss. I want to hear it every day for the rest of my life.
“That’s it, fuck, your mouth is so good. I’m gonna come, Camden! Yessss!”
When Saige comes, it’s fucking euphoric.
Her entire body shakes, her eyes squeezing shut as tears stream down her face.
Screams of pleasure are no doubt heard throughout the entire goddamn clubhouse.
My fingers dig roughly into her hips, forcing her to stay put as I bury my face further into her pussy.
If she thinks she’s getting off me after just one, she’s fucking mistaken.
“Fuuuuck!” she screams as she tries to lift herself from my face. “It’s too much! Too sensitive!” I shake my head and tsk, pulling away to put just enough space between us that I can speak.
“Take one more from me, I want one more.” And then I’m back in my new favorite place, but this time, my fingers squeeze between us, pulling apart her lips and giving me more access to lick her thoroughly.
My thumbs swipe up and down her puffy outer lips before I slip one into her warm heat.
She’s so fucking tight, her pussy walls fluttering around my finger as I work her clit over, lapping at her, coating my tongue in her sweet cream.
“You gonna come again, vixen?”
“Shut the fuck up and lick me, Cam.”
Cam. I almost bust in my fucking boxer briefs at the sound of my nickname on her lips.
A name I haven’t heard in over a decade.
My heart soars to life, beating out of my chest. I pull Saige down closer, sinking her further onto my finger, sucking her clit into my mouth the way she loved it before.
I can’t get fucking close enough to her.
Saige bucks wildly, wanton, chasing her pleasure as she surges toward her second orgasm, and I take it all, greedily.
When she comes, she fucking gushes, her sweet liquid leaking out around my finger, soaking my hand and my beard.
When she’s had enough, she roughly pulls my hair, forcing the separation between my mouth and her pussy.
“Get your pants off,” she says, her voice hoarse and filled with lust as I obey. Obey. I haven’t even been inside my woman yet, and I’m already pussy whipped. I was whipped from the moment she climbed off her bike. I bow to no one, but I’d gladly bow to her.
The moment I’m free, she’s there, using her arm to lift herself a bit and find a rhythm grinding her pussy up and down across my length.
I respond by pulling her flush down against my chest, nipping at her bottom lip that she likes to pull between her teeth, getting her to moan a little louder.
I let her use me how she wants, and when she sits up, lifting herself above me, my dick notched at her wet center, I almost lose my mind.
Saige sinks down onto my cock like she’s taken it a million times before.
My eyes want to roll to the back of my head, but I don’t dare look away.
Warm, wet heat envelops me as my cock throbs against her silky walls.
She’s so damn tight, so perfect. Her hand braces on my chest, the other anchoring her to the bed as she rocks her hips back and forth, my cock lodged so far inside her, I don’t know how she’s not in pain.
Saige’s eyes roam all over my body, tracing the countless inked designs and words, before settling on my mouth.
Saige fucks without a care in the world, as if this is only for her and she’s just using me as her own personal fuck toy. I never thought I’d ever hate-fuck, but that’s exactly what she’s doing, and I’m happy to let her. It’s fast. It’s dirty. It’s desperate. It’s everything she thinks she needs.