Chapter 9
Quinn
I was going to give myself rug burn if I kept squeezing my steering wheel. It was eight-fifty; I had ten minutes to figure out what I was going to do. I was parked on the street just outside Keith’s clubhouse. I don’t know why he wanted me here of all places, and to be honest, I don’t know why I came. I had never done anything like this before. My entire life, I have always taken the safe route. Even the men I slept with were safe. Sure, all three of them were of different varieties, but they were nothing like Keith. The man I lost my virginity to was a player but barely interesting. The next man I slept with was a joke; I could have easily beat him up. Then, there was Luke, a nerdy gamer who managed a coffee shop. Keith was the polar opposite of all of them.
Perhaps that was what drew me to him. Maybe in a desperate attempt to move on from Luke, I needed a man who was absolutely nothing like my former love. Besides, Keith and I weren’t in a relationship. We were fuck buddies and nothing more, and common sense was telling me to keep it that way.
With a heavy sigh, I turned my Jeep off and stepped out into the cold October air. I had every opportunity to turn around, but my damned feet kept walking down the hill until I saw the clubhouse’s front door. I wrapped my arms around myself, studying the ghost-like face painted on the door. It was quiet, like nobody was home. The motorcycle parked off to the side said otherwise, but it didn’t belong to Keith; it belonged to Taven.
At first, I contemplated just sitting on the front steps and waiting, but the cold was beginning to burrow into my bones. My body craved warmth, so I walked up the stoop steps and knocked on the door.
My breath turned to fog as I waited. Pulling out my phone, I checked the time, and it was eight fifty-five. Watch that son of a bitch come rolling down the hill at nine on the dot.
The doorknob turned, and a whoosh of warm, welcoming air hit my body. Taven grinned at me, wearing only a white wife-beater and black sweatpants.
I smiled back, feeling a little awkward. I may have fucked him, but I didn’t really know him. How do you talk to someone who was just meant to be a one-night stand after going on a date and having very hot sex with his friend?
“I’m gonna sound like my grandma, but you’re letting the warm air out,” he teased, taking a step away from the door. With a tiny gasp, I dashed in, rubbing my arms as I watched him close the door.
“Hi.” It was the only thing I could think to say.
He snickered, stepped around me, and pulled the jacket off my shoulders. Wrapping it up, he tossed it on a nearby chair. I looked around and was surprised to not see the couch. It was a bed. A pull-out bed.
Taven climbed onto it, and my body stiffened. As if noticing my discomfort, he explained, “I dropped my weed in the couch. I thought I could find it if I pulled out the bed.”
My body relaxed as I watched him reach into the gap between the back of the cushions and the mattress. Okay, he really was looking for something; this wasn’t some ploy to get into my pants.
“Got it,” he announced. Turning to me, he held up what looked like a plastic Easter Egg. Rolling it around in his fingers, he walked up to me, leaving barely enough room for a sheet of glass between us. “Do you smoke?”
Glancing at the egg and then back up at him, I shrugged. “I’m more of an edible type of girl.”
I felt his hand slide along my leg, working its way up my skirt. “I like to eat, too.” Quickly, I stepped back. “What’s wrong, Cupcake? I thought we had fun last time.”
I twirled my hair on my finger. “I’m supposed to meet Keith.” My voice was small, mainly because I had no idea what to do.
Before I could take another step back, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. I could feel his bulging cock pressed against my midsection. His large muscles flexed as he lifted an arm to run a hand through my hair. My eyes darted to his many tattoos. A snake wrapped around one bicep, and the name of his club was written on the other, with tribal patterns surrounding it. I could see his chiseled form almost as clear as day through his skintight tank top. He was bigger than Keith, that was for sure.
“He told me not to be late.”
His eyes moved to the door. “It looks like he’s the one who’s late.” His lips brushed the side of my face, and then he whispered into my ear, “We could mess around to pass the time.”
I swallowed hard; my panties were soaked. What the hell was it about these guys? Was it the bad boy vibe? The fact that these men could strangle the life out of me at any moment with ease? Never in my life had I ever behaved like this. Not once had I swooned so hard for anyone as I did with these two men. My pussy was throbbing so hard it was nearly aching. Would Keith get mad at me if I messed around with Taven? The man wasn’t acting like he would. There was even a nice, soft-looking bed just begging for us to jump on it.
He pressed his lips to mine, jamming his tongue into my mouth. On instinct, I kissed him back, my hands sweeping under his shirt to feel every line of his abs. He moved backward, pulling me along with him, his lips never leaving mine until he plopped down on the bed. With hungry eyes, he yanked at my skirt, pulling it from my body. Hastily, I kicked it away and practically jumped on him. His hands gripped my ass firmly as if I were going to float away if he didn’t hold on. I straddled him; his cock rubbed against my mound, and I ground against him to increase the sensation. My shirt was pulled away, and his long, talented fingers worked on undoing my bra. He nibbled on my nipples, and I yanked open his pants with increased eagerness. Once they were shimmied down enough, I took his length in my hand and slowly slid onto it. He tossed his head back with a growl; his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.
Roughly, he gripped my ass. I barely had to do any work as he lifted me up and down on his shaft. “This pussy feels so good!” he moaned, biting his lower lip.
He flipped me over. My back arched as it hit the bed, and a loud moan escaped my lips as he hammered me. He wasn’t being gentle. I loved it.
His sweat dripped onto my body as he locked his coppery gaze with mine. “Get on your hands and knees!”
As he pulled out, I felt my body shake, but I nodded and lifted my ass up. I shrieked as his hand spanked me hard. “Scream again!” he barked.
Smacking me on the other cheek, I moaned; my pussy was throbbing, practically begging him to fill me once more. My wish came true seconds later as he sheathed himself to the hilt. Gripping my hips, he pulled me against him; the head of his massive cock hit my back wall, and I whimpered, but I dared not tell him to stop.
The sound of the door opening made me startle. Taven gripped my nape with his massive palm, keeping my head forward as his cock rammed into me.
“God damn, that cunt is needy as fuck isn’t it?” I knew that voice. It belonged to Keith. “Needy, needy, needy pussy.” He tisked huskily, stepping into my view. “Enjoying yourself, Sweet Pea?” When I didn’t reply right away, he gripped my chin tightly, forcing my gaze up to his. “I asked if you were enjoying yourself?”
Through labored breaths, I moaned, “Yes.”
Tilting his head, he grinned. “His cock feels good?”
I moaned again, “Yes, it feels so good!”
Standing up straight, he unbuckled his belt, letting the leather slip through the loopholes before it clanged to the ground. “My cock is feeling a bit left out,” he cooed as he fumbled with the button on his pants. They slid off his waist, and he yanked his boxers down. His long, thick member bobbed in front of my face. “You don’t want it to feel left out, do you, Sweet Pea?”
He pressed the head of his cock against my mouth, spreading his pre-cum along my lips. Slowly, I opened to accept him. I felt so dirty, yet so alive at the same time as I swallowed his shaft. When he first walked in, I was afraid he would be upset. Instead, I had a feeling this was his plan all along. Apparently, the men liked to share women, and who the hell was I to complain?
Dropping his head back, Keith moaned as he tangled his fingers into my hair. As he tugged, I felt something slip into my ass, and I gasped.
“She got a tight little ass, too,” groaned Taven.
Keith smiled down at me. “Not tonight. Maybe later.” His expression turned devious. “Will you let us fuck that tight little ass?”
I didn’t want to say no, because fuck, I wanted to be invited back, but I had never done anal before. My eyes must have given me away since I couldn’t quite answer with a dick in my mouth. Keith laughed with a wide, toothy grin. “I think she’s scared.”
Taven chuckled, “Don’t worry, Cupcake. We won’t hurt you.”
“Not tonight, but right now, I want in that pussy.”
As if obeying an order, they both pulled out, and I was thankful for that; my jaw was starting to hurt. Keith walked behind me and didn’t waste any time plunging his cock deep into my vagina. I moaned loudly; I was so close to cumming.
Slowly, Taven strolled around us to stand in front of me, dick in hand. A mischievous smile was painted on his full lips. Gripping my hair, he pulled, and I flinched. His dick had just been in my pussy; I really didn’t want to put it in my mouth. “What’s wrong, Cupcake? You clean down there, right?”
My eyes grew wide, and I just knew my face was several different shades of red. I had no choice. Either suck his dick or have him think I have a nasty snatch. As Keith’s finger slid into my puckered star, I gasped, and Taven took that as an invitation to shove his shaft down my throat.
“God damn, she does have a tight little ass, doesn’t she?” groaned Keith. He smacked a cheek. “I’m gonna cum inside of you. That means I claim you. You’re mine. You won’t fuck anyone else unless I say so. Do you understand?”
What the hell was I supposed to say to that? As it stood, I couldn’t say anything. As if Keith had picked up on my predicament, he laughed, “Let the woman speak.”
Taven pulled out, rubbing my chin with his long length. Taking a deep breath, I looked back at Keith. I didn’t want to submit to him, not fully. I didn’t want to belong to anyone, but God damn it, I didn’t want him to cut me off either. Instead of answering with words, I nodded my head. With one final, deep thrust, he groaned loudly, his voice echoing off the concrete walls. As he pulled out, I felt his cum drip down my thighs.
Keith sat next to me. “Now, I’m giving you permission to fuck Taven. He is also going to cum inside of you and claim you. You won’t fuck anyone else but us unless we give you permission. Understand?”
This time, I spoke without any hesitation. “Yes.”
He reached under me and began rubbing my clit. Fire flowed through my body as Taven slid into me. The faster we fucked, the quicker Keith rubbed my clit. Eventually, it was too much to handle. My orgasm rattled my body, sending violent chills down my spine. Unable to control myself, I screamed a loud cry of pure ecstasy as my inner walls squeezed. Taven let out a loud growl of release, gripping my hips so hard I knew he would leave a mark. The moment his cock left my pussy, I fell unconscious on the bed.