Chapter 15 #2
Clenching my teeth, I try to hold back the groan of pleasure that wants to escape as the five shadows start to morph into the familiar builds of Vender, Murf, Trunk, Stocky, and Trigger.
Fuck.
“Hey, there you are!” Murf calls out, and Abbey stiffens on my lap.
“You two look cosy.” Vender is the first to step up onto the porch, followed by the others.
For fuck’s sake.
Abbey’s eyes go wide, locking with mine. She’s scared we’ve just got caught, and I roll my tongue in my mouth to keep from laughing.
“JD and Jols kick you out?” Stocky asks, taking a seat right fucking next to us.
“Yep,” I mutter, even as the sound of the mattress squeaking inside meets our ears.
Everyone laughs.
Everyone but Abbey, who hides her head in my neck, the pounding of her racing heart beating against my chest.
“Fuck. You think Jols would mind if I watched?” Murf snickers.
“I think JD should be the one to worry about,” I say, trying to sound casual, but it’s a little fucking hard with my cock buried inside the tight hot heat of my wife’s silky cunt.
The guys start talking shit about JD and Jols, probably hoping they can hear, and Abbey shifts on my lap, lifting her hips to try and slip me out.
In an instant, my fingers dig into her hips as I press my lips close to her ear.
“Don’t even think about it.”
She stiffens again, whispering back. “But they will know.”
“Fuck ‘em,” I growl louder, not even caring if my club brothers hear.
Abbey relaxes into me, my cock sinking all the way in again, and fuck, I have to hold my breath not to make a fucking sound that will give us away.
“Don’t you fuckers have somewhere better to be?” I snap, and Vender scoffs.
“Helina and Darla have trains running on them, making it a fucking competition to see how fast each guy can come and in the end, they are going to measure how much cum they can push out of them.”
Something about what Vender just said must turn my Angel on, because she grinds her clit against me as she rolls her hips, her breathing picking up.
“And that’s not something you fuckers want a piece of?”
“It’s Smitty…” Stocky mutters. “He’s turned it into a competition where he tries to come inside Celina each time someone else does, and I’m fucked if I want to watch him make it about himself again.”
My brows hitch at Stocky’s words and the way the others all nod.
Shit. Smitty is losing too much respect. What the fuck is wrong with him lately?
Not wanting my Angel to dry up to discussions about Smitty, I change the subject.
“Did Darla gag enough for you, Murf?”
And there it is, a gush of heat over my cock and leaking out the sides. I’m so fucking stiff inside her that it’s impossible not to feel every little movement she makes, including the way her panting breaths are getting faster.
Is my wife going to come? While other people are around?
Fuck if I don’t love the idea of that.
I don’t necessarily want them to see her, and they can’t see anything of her right now, other than her head, but fuck, would it turn her on if they knew what she was doing right now? I’m pretty sure knowing Riggs knew what we were doing added to her pleasure yesterday.
“She’s one of the best gaggers I’ve had,” Murf admits, moving his hand to his crotch. “Fuck, now I’m getting hard again.”
The guys laugh, and Abbey shifts a little like she needs more friction, so I slide my hand around to her arse again, using the wetness coating her folds and the base of my shaft to lube up my digit, and slip it back inside her tight puckered rose.
She moans into my neck, loud enough that Stocky hears, but I don’t look at him, pretending like I don’t have a fucking clue what that noise was.
It’s suddenly a fucking inferno under this blanket, and sweat starts to coat our skin as she subtly rolls her hip and presses back against my finger as I ease it in and out of her arse.
“Fuck, you filled her mouth with cum,” Trigger snickers. “How much did you shoot down her throat?”
Abbey’s little thrusts get faster, and fuck me, I’m about ready to explode as she moans again, so I go to draw my finger out of her arse, because we need to stop before this becomes a fucking show.
“Don’t stop,” Abbey whimpers quietly near my ear, and I freeze, keeping my finger exactly where it is.
“Fuuuuck, Angel,” I mutter, tipping my head back as my cock swells inside her even fucking more.
“Ahhh… have we walked in on something?” Stocky asks, since he’s the closest, getting a better insight into what’s going on under the blanket than the others.
“Ringo,” Abbey whimpers, her need completely consuming her, and fuck it, those arseholes can wait.
“Fuck, Angel. Hold on,” I murmur before barking to the guys. “Fuck off, will ya.”
I don’t wait to see if they do or not, my lips finding Abbey’s as the tension snaps between us, and we forget about our surroundings, focusing on each other.
Abbey moans into my mouth as she writhes on my lap, no longer fucking me in soft little thrusts, but rising up and slamming back down on me, desperate to chase this high.
“Fuck, who knew all the action was happening here,” I hear Vender chuckle right as the bungalow door opens.
“Oh shit. Party is out here.” JD laughs, but fuck them all, I drag the blanket up as high as I can to hide our faces in a blanket cocoon, making sure Abbey’s body is still covered, and then I slip my fingers down to her clit, stimulating her from all directions as I fight to hold it together.
With my tongue in her mouth, my finger in her arse, my cock in her cunt, and my digits rolling over her sensitive clit, her body starts to lock up, tensing from head to toe before she breaks our kiss, throwing her head back and screaming as she starts pulsing around my shaft.
With two more grinding thrusts, I explode too, my nuts drawing tight as cum shoots deep inside her, and I groan into her hair, fucking panting and spent as she goes limp on my lap.
“Well, shit,” Jols mutters from the doorway, and Abbey stiffens as if she’s just realised what happened.
“Back inside, woman, and get on the bed.” JD laughs, and I glance up in time to see him spinning Jols and slapping her arse. “I’m horny again.”
“You’re always horny,” Jols protests right as the door slams shut.
“Oh my God,” Abbey murmurs, mortified as Stocky bangs on the door.
“You want company?”
“No! Fuck off!” JD yells back, while Jols giggles inside.
Glancing up, I eye my men, not feeling the least bit embarrassed because, well, this is an MC and this sort of thing happens all the time. But these fuckers know Abbey isn’t like the rest of us. They know she’s going to be embarrassed.
“Well… looks like it’s back to the barn to join the Doxy train,” Murf mutters, and Trigger shakes his head, slapping Murf’s arm.
“Fuck the Doxies. Come around the side of the bungalow. I’ll have you blowing in a matter of seconds.”
My fucking eyes widen. Not at Trigger’s offer, because that’s normal for him, but it’s the look of consideration that washes over Murf’s face that has me surprised.
“Seconds, you reckon?” Murf asks, and Trigger nods.
“I’ll bet you one hundred bucks.”
“Huh,” Murf nods. “Fuck it. Let’s go.”
Everyone but Abbey laughs, and I have to wonder if she even overheard that since I’m pretty sure she’s in her head right now. Freaking out.
As Murf and Trigger disappear around the corner, Stocky, Vender and Trunk move down the steps, pointing up the path, back towards the barn.
“We’ll head back up that way.” Stocky chuckles, and I grin, giving them a nod.
When they are out of earshot, and the groans from inside and around the side of the bungalow meet our ears, I grip Abbey’s shoulders and shift her back so I can see her face.
“It’s okay, Abs.”
Her cheeks are bright red, but the devastation I’m expecting to find isn’t there.
“I think your dick is like cocaine or something,” she scoffs, and I throw my head back laughing.
“Cocaine?”
“Yes.” She slaps my shoulder. “I was so ravenous. I think I would have done anything to come on your dick.”
“You mean the dick that’s now a semi, drowning inside you in all of my cum?”
She giggles and nods.
“Ringo!” a voice calls, and I stiffen.
“For fuck’s sake,” I grumble. “Will my men never leave me alone?”
I’m about to tell whoever it is to piss off, but then I notice it’s Lewy, running down the path towards us.
“What is it?” I ask, sitting taller and bringing Abbey with me as my cum leaks out around the base of my shaft.
“We just got a lead on Elizabeth Stone’s location.” He pants, rushing to the bottom of the steps.
“How?” Abbey squeaks, turning to look at Lewy over her shoulder.
“She just called,” Lewy puffs. “She spoke to Daniel.”