Chapter 11
Dalton
M y eyes keep flickering towards the door, growing impatient as the seconds tick by.
Where the hell is this bitch? At least I have the eager redhead between my legs, slurping around my cock like a hoover vacuum cleaner while making these loud but annoying porn moans.
Mrs. Sullivan has been after me for months, the thirty year old history teacher always wearing skin tight skirts and blouses with a few buttons undone each time I walk into her classroom.
The coy glances, the little touches, and small smiles that are thrown my way were all the cues I needed to get her on her knees.
Not really my type but the woman acts like she is in heat, wanting to feel younger by being with a younger guy.
I saw this opportunity as a perfect time to shock the bitch.
When the guys came racing into the club last night with news of a little guest at the most suspicious timing, we decided to keep her in line by making sure she knows who's in charge.
I was game without even meeting her, no one messes with my family.
I’m a biker, born into this life with a loud fucking cry right out of the womb that even had the doctor scared to smack my ass.
I’ve shown my loyalty plenty of times with blood for Hell’s Angels.
My best friends may not be part of the club but they’ve had my back since we were kids.
Hell, they’ve helped me bury a body or two without any questions, that’s what family does for you.
Knowing that this Tillie chick is from the fucking Jokers club, makes me blind with rage.
Those scums have no morals, rules go flying out the window with our rivals.
I may be a criminal but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a code to follow.
The plan with the bitch is to make her every living moment miserable, to get her to confess why she’s here.
I swear if she’s here to spy on us, I’ll choke her, and dump her in acid so that no one can ever find her.
I glance at the clock above Mrs. Sullivan’s desk, wondering where the hell this little girl is.
I know Logan said he’d send her my way to scare the shit out of her but I wanna have my fun first. Nothing like intimidating the girl with something shocking and scandalous.
Just the thought of playing a game with the rival gets my cock harder than steel and this slut on her knees thinks it’s all for her but the excitement starts in my balls when the door handle starts to twist.
About damn time. I can’t hide my grin even though it starts to slip away when the breath is knocked out of me.
This is Tillie? Fucking hell, I’m in trouble.
I’m going to murder those three for not giving me a warning.
Now I understand the grumpy mood Logan is in, the way Nicky is more quiet than usual, and Tey’s twinkle in his eyes.
She’s standing in the doorway with plump parted lips as she takes in the scene.
Those sexy lips make me even harder than the slut with her mouth around my dick.
All smooth gold skin, big brown expressive eyes that seem to speak for themselves.
Man, if looks could kill... I stare at the curves on her body, not realizing I’m gripping Mrs. Sullivan’s head to pull her deeper onto me even though she resists.
I’m tempted to fling her away and prowl over to this gorgeous goddess but her narrowing eyes stops me, reminding me that she’s the enemy.
She slams the door hard, making the teacher choke on my dick in shock, not realizing that someone else is in the room with us.
My hand slides to the back of her neck, holding her in place, she knows better than to question me.
You want my cock then you follow my rules.
She made her bed, so if she gets caught, that’s on her.
“Kind of busy here, little bitch, I’ll be with you in a bit. Keep sucking, Mrs. Sullivan.” I smile widely at Tillie, my insides lighting up at the hard glint overcoming her gaze, her jaw tight when she doesn’t look away.
The slurping sound of my dick getting sucked is loud, I’m anticipating her being disgusted and upset at the blowjob I’m receiving from my teacher. Nothing like making someone cower and under your control by bringing out their weakness.
Instead, none of that happens.
She cocks her head to the side, watching my dick being half sucked and it’s a shame because most women can’t fit my whole cock in their mouth.
It’s a blessing and curse being well endowed.
Her dark brown and purple hair swings in her ponytail as she walks over to my side without giving away what she’s thinking.
Stopping next to me, she bites her lush bottom lip, making me almost groan out loud.
She peers up at me from under her long, dark lashes, she stares at me for a hot second, and then faster than I can follow, she grabs Mrs. Sullivan’s hair and shoves her down on my cock until she starts gagging and choking.
My mouth parts on a deep inhale, never breaking her gaze and I already know I’ve lost today when her lips start to spread in a leisurely smile.
“If you're going to put it in your mouth, at least do it right,” she says to Mrs. Sullivan, not looking at her once, and ignoring the teacher gagging loudly between my legs.
I hardly feel the mouth around me anymore, all my focus is right on the vixen by my side and I don’t think my dick has ever been this hard. Believe me, growing up in a motorcycle club, there's been plenty of pussy on hand, but never someone who would dare challenge me.
My abs ripple as I feel all sorts of shit in my gut. She pulls Mrs.Sullivan’s head back, letting her think she has time to breathe before pushing her back down on me in an instant. My nostrils flare, my cock weeping but not for the one choking on me. It’s all for this little bitch in control.
“You’re close aren’t you?” She breaks eye contact to glance down at my thick cock trying to stuff its way down a gagging mouth, her breathing picks up so I at least know I’m not the only one affected.
I shift my hands to grip the desk behind me in a death grip, resisting the urge to grab her tight little body and fuck the daylights out of her.
This isn’t my game anymore, I can hardly think straight at the moment.
She hesitantly reaches out to me, making me wonder why she’s so cautious of touching me but that all flies out the window the moment she places her fingers on my body.
So lightly, her delicate fingers glide across my stomach, her touch barely there with my shirt and cut in the way but it burns a trail down the ridges of my stomach.
She smells of warm vanilla and it draws me closer but my gaze is caught on those fingers heading lower.
A small laugh from her has my head snapping up to see her staring at me already and she quickly skips backwards, letting go of me and Mrs. Sullivan.
The stupid teacher is gasping for air on the floor but I hardly look at her, standing up straight to follow this goddess with my dick hanging out and swaying for all to see.
“Well it’s been lovely getting to know you Dalton but oh, look at the time.
Have to get to class. If this is how the teachers treat their students, I can’t wait to see what’s in store for me.
” She smirks like she won the jackpot, already pushing through the door and holding up a piece of paper, confusing the hell out of me what she’s talking about.
It clicks a second later and I’m trying to tuck myself back in my pants while swearing up a storm. She stole her class schedule out of my front pocket as I was distracted by her touch and thinking with my cock.
“Get back here you little bitch and get me off!” I shout in a grumbly, hoarse voice, tilting my head as she runs out of the class before I can stop her, her ass bouncing with every step.
“Until next time, biker.” She chuckles lightly, practically skipping down the hallway, and disappearing down the flight of stairs.
I run my hands through my hair in frustration at how she got the drop on me and left my cock rock hard.
Dropping my hands, I look over my shoulder at the scrambling teacher with makeup running down her face and her eager, greedy hands reaching for me.
My deep chuckle stops Mrs. Sullivan in her tracks and she stares at me in confusion as I wipe tears of laughter off my face.
Fuck, the little bitch got me good and it makes me want to play another round with her. I adjust my pants before leaving the classroom, ignoring my name being called behind me, and pull out my phone to send a group text.
“Time to step up our game.”
I leave it at that, pretending my phone isn’t blowing up and wonder if I have enough time to beat one out in the bathroom with a certain vixen on my mind. Straightening my Hell’s Angels cut, the hallways are empty, and decide yeah, I got time.
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By lunch, I’m practically shoving people out of my way to get to the cafeteria.
If pops saw the way I was acting, he’d slap me upside the head while disapproving.
Nothing is supposed to matter but the club.
Hell’s Angels always come first, no time for chasing tail, and I have to be the best at everything if I’m going to take over one day in his place.
I’ve pushed myself the hardest to achieve everything I’ve set my mind to, and right now it’s on the woman with mouthwatering curves and an ass that could bring men to their knees.
I’ve been hearing rumors all day about her, some I’ve even spread myself.
The one I heard in third period almost made me choke on my own saliva, how Tey was hugging her in the middle of the hallway and letting her pet him.