Chapter 20 #2
“Come on, you’re blindly following his orders. You of all people should know what he is doing isn’t right. You said it yourself, the people you thought could help won’t, Marshall is dead. Whatever King wants he isn’t going to get and you’re going to have to tell him that.”
“I think you might have forgotten how an MC works,” Cassie rolls her eyes.
“No, I know exactly how they work. And I thought you had bigger balls than most of the men in that MC,” I say, a challenge in my tone.
That worked. She looks like she wants to throttle me. It’s best she gets angry and they leave. Gets on the back of his fucking bike and leave me the hell alone.
There is something about her, I’m fucking stupid when she is around. Like at the diner the other day all I could think about while we were talking was what she would taste like. I’ve still not had that pleasure, thanks to the prick standing behind her.
“Maybe I do,” she fires back, she moves around the table as if getting closer will make her point better. “And I don’t give up. Ever.”
She steps into my personal space, her chin tilted up, refusing to break eye contact. My muscles tense up as I give back as good as I’m getting, I won’t back down either. Cassie mirrors my movements, straightening her shoulders, trying to look bigger than she is.
“This might be the one thing that breaks you,” I say.
“Are you talking about what we’re working on, or something else?”
Her tone is sassy but her eyes betray what’s really going on, the pupils are blown wide and they’re heavy lidded. It gets even harder to resist when her tongue darts out and licks her bottom lip.
What the fuck is she doing to me? And why the hell is Handlebar standing there? Our eyes meet over the top of Cassie’s head. She follows my gaze so we’re both watching him. Is she waiting for him to react? Am I about to do this again, after she’s been on the back of his bike.
Cassie takes the decision out of my hands when she takes hold of my belt, her fingers probing beneath the waistband of my jeans, touching my skin.
My hands ache to touch her back but I’m still focusing on him.
The temperature in the room rose a dozen degrees, or maybe that’s just me at being so close to her, having her cool hands on my lower stomach muscles.
A slight growl escapes Handlebar’s throat, but he doesn’t move closer.
Instead he grabs a chair and pulls it back turning it so he’s facing us.
Cassie’s worked my belt loose while I’ve been watching him.
He sits down, crosses his arms in front of his chest and gives me a short flick of his head, like he is giving me permission.
Is this what they came here for? Or is Cassie so hot for me she’s incapable of controlling herself? That doesn’t sit right, she doesn’t lack control. This is her asserting what she wants. Over both of us.
I don’t really understand what is going on, but ever since the afternoon at her apartment, I’ve wanted to get my dick inside her, so why not take this opportunity. It’ll get them to shut up about Marshall and all this other shit with King then we can all move on.
He’s the last person I want to think about right now.
Instead, I thrust my hips so her fingers sink deeper inside my jeans.
My dick is hard as steel and her eyes widen when she feels I’m not wearing any underwear.
I grab her hips and tug her against me, then press my lips against hers, hard enough that her head tilts and her back arches.
She clutches my waist and surges up, pushing back, her tongue stroking mine.
Then her hands are pushing at my cut and dragging my t-shirt up.
All the while our lips stay locked as we pant and battle each other.
My hands work feverishly to untuck her top from her skintight jeans, dragging it over her head and tugging the straps of her bra down so it’s tangled around her waist.
My fingers probe and pull on her hardening nipples and she gasps, her eyes closing, her mouth dropping open.
There is going to be no more fucking about. Handlebar is not going to get in between us now. I refuse to look at him even after out of the corner of my eye I see him moving, his arms no longer crossed defiantly.
She isn’t waiting around either, unbuttoning her pants and dragging them down her legs. She gets tangled in her boots and the tight hem at her ankles, so I lift her and put her ass on the table, then pull off her boots and get her free of the jeans.
A fully naked Cassie really is something to behold. The woman is flawless, her hips are thicker than other women I’ve been with, her breasts are full with small rosy nipples that are begging to be pinched.
She cries out when I do that, then chase it up with my teeth. Her hands go into my hair and she uses her feet to push at my jeans, getting them over my hips. Another growling sound comes from behind us and Cassie tilts her head to him.
No, she’s with me right now. I grab her chin and turn her head back, kissing her even harder. She claws her nails down my bare back, her long sexy legs circling my hips. I press my fingers inside her pussy, feeling the wetness I can already smell, I scoop some of it out of her.
“Fuck,” I grunt, then take hold of my dick, rubbing my hand up and down my shaft with short quick movements, getting it wet and making it impossibly harder, the head is bright red. I can’t wait anymore.
Her chest is moving quickly as she tries to catch her breath.
With one quick thrust I push into her, her warm, wet slit sucking me in, tightening around me, making my eyes roll back.
She arches her back and almost falls onto the table but I grab her wrists and stare into her eyes as I thrust, shallow, then deeper.
She doesn’t fight me when I pull her arms behind her back and hold them at the base of her spine.
If there is one thing I’ve learned about her, she likes being restrained.
I fantasize about tying her up in knots, having her at my mercy but that all fades as I push in and out, going deeper with each thrust of my hips.
Her gasps and moans fill the room along with the sound of our skin slapping together. Another noise has us both looking over my shoulder. Her pussy clenches and it takes everything I have not to fucking spill my cum inside of her. She’s mesmerized as she watches Handlebar stroking his bare cock.
His jeans are open and spread and his tattooed hand is moving slowly up and down. My chest tightens in an odd way as I watch his hand. Then I see it for what it is.
Not this time, not yet. Releasing her hands, I grab her hips and lift her up.
Cassie automatically clutches behind my neck, holding on as I walk away from him and push her against the wall, going up on my toes to get as far inside as I can as I keep pumping in and out of her.
Without breaking stride, I reach one hand down and lock the door.
Last thing I need is a brother coming in and seeing what is going on in here right now.
“Oh God,” she turns her head side to side, pushing up from her waist as she meets me thrust for thrust. We’re slamming against the wall but neither of us care.
“Fuck, yeah. Jesus Christ.” The words come out garbled as I grab her tit and kiss her then with my hips alone, I hold her in place and slip a hand between us, pinching her clit hard enough to make her cry out.
A mixture of pleasure and pain has her losing control, and she squeezes me hard, her whole body locking up as she comes.
I barely manage a few more thrusts before my cum fills her in long hard spurts.
My heart is thundering and I have to gasp to catch my breath.
She lets out a low humming sound and grips me inside her tight channel.
Just one more taste, I take hold of her chin, my whole palm gripping her face as I tilt her so I can capture her lips again. We tongue fuck and even though I’m spent, my dick is still half hard. I could stay like this until I get hard again, but Handlebar stands up, drawing Cassie’s attention.
Her lips are swollen, her chin red from my stubble as she watches him take off his cut and shirt. He lowers himself back into the chair, then lifts a hand, bending two fingers in a ‘come here’ gesture.
Cassie’s legs unwrap from my hips and I have to set her down, my dick slipping out of her.
Pressing one hand against the wall to steady myself while I get my equilibrium back, I stand still and watch her walk to him.
He doesn’t take his eyes off her, running them up and down her body until they hold on the juncture between her thighs.
I take some pleasure in knowing my cum is dripping out of her and my breath catches in my throat as he reaches out a hand and touches it. What the fuck?
And what the fuck is going on with me. My dick twitches at the sight of him rolling my cum around her clit.
He says something, and she puts her hands behind her back, spreading her legs, so he can slide his fingers inside.
He looks at me around the side of her hip, he’s as fucking turned on as I am at the thought of sharing her.
I never thought I’d be in a position like this, half naked, my dick at half mast and my heart racing watching another man touch the woman I just had. It happens here all the time, brothers sharing women, I’ve always overlooked it, never wanting to do that kind of thing.
That always seemed sordid, but this is different. Cassie isn’t a club whore, she’s a beautiful, intelligent and high-ranking member of the club for someone who isn’t sworn in. She holds power in the MC.
Handlebar removes his hand and takes hold of Cassie’s hips, turning her around so she is facing me. He spreads his legs and guides her backwards, lowering her.
I’m fucking mesmerized as she sinks onto his dick and I watch it disappearing inside of her as her ass comes to rest on his thighs. She sighs and a soft moan escapes her. He’s bigger than me but I’m not worried because I made her come without a problem.
He leans in and kisses her neck, whispering something to her. Her eyes meet mine.
It’s hard to believe the woman who was standing up to me less than fifteen minutes ago is allowing him to tell her what to do. She spreads her knees and wraps them around the outside of his and leans back, pushing her hands beneath her thighs trapping them there.
“Come here.”
“The fuck?” I say to him. We may be sharing her right now but he isn’t telling me what to do again.
He fingers her, pressing in deep, and she moans again.
“Come over here and lick her pussy clean.”
“Shit,” I inadvertently breathe out.
The need to punch him in the face is battling with the desire to do what he wants. My gaze dips to his fingers pushing in and out of her as he thrusts up and down. Her senses are clearly on overload from having his dick and fingers at the same time.
If I go over there and do as he says I’m giving in to him, submitting like she is.
“Please?” Cassie’s voice is quiet but determined as she begs me to do as he asks.
And fucking god help me, my feet move, I drop to my knees and press my hands against her thighs, leaning in to suck her clit between my teeth.