Chapter 7 - Beast
Everyone looks to me like I'm their last hope, and right now, I fucking am. With King, Tank, and the others gone to deal with the Iron Eagles, I'm all that stands between these people and danger.
"Everyone upstairs. No better place than the safe room," I announce, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions churning inside me. "It's easier to protect one space than the whole clubhouse."
As I usher Luna, Amelia, and Anna toward the stairs, I can't stop replaying what just happened.
Why did I step between Jenny and Tank? Why did I feel that overwhelming need to protect her, to claim her as mine?
And why the fuck did I publicly announce we were together like that was some established fact and not a charade we cooked up yesterday?
More importantly, why didn't Jenny correct me? She could have told everyone the truth right then and saved us both a world of trouble with Tank. Instead, she doubled down on the lie.
"Beast," Jenny says quietly as the others start climbing the stairs. "I need to talk to you. Privately."
I want to tell her now isn't the time, that I need to secure the perimeter, check the surveillance feeds, position myself strategically. But the determined look in her eyes makes it clear this conversation is happening whether I like it or not.
"Five minutes," I concede. "Then you join the others in the safe room."
I follow her up the stairs, my eyes involuntarily drawn to the sway of her ass in that tight black dress. Each step makes the fabric shift over her curves, and my cock twitches back to life. Fucking traitor.
Jenny leads me to her small apartment, and I have to duck to enter the doorway. Once inside, the space feels even more confined than it did yesterday. She's so close I could just reach out, grab her, and pull her against me. The thought makes my dick swell painfully against my jeans.
She paces the small area between her bed and the kitchenette before finally dropping down onto the mattress with an exasperated sigh. Her breasts bounce with the movement, and I grip the inside of my jeans pocket, trying to give myself some relief and maintain control.
"I'm beyond pissed at you," she says abruptly, green eyes flashing.
"I was okay with you saying we're together for your mom's sake, but you should have at least warned me before announcing it to the entire fucking club!
I was caught completely off guard, and I hate that.
I hate lying to my brother, and he looked heartbroken. "
"I'm sorry," I say, and I mean it. "I spoke before I thought. I just... I hated the way Tank was trying to control you, like you're his property. And I hated that he doesn't trust me enough to be with his sister."
Her expression softens slightly, and I continue, "I get why he's protective.
My reputation with women isn't exactly stellar.
But he should know me better than that. If I was seriously involved with his sister, it would be because it was real.
Because I'd never hurt anyone connected to the club.
I might be a piece of shit sometimes, but I'm not a fucking idiot. "
"That makes sense," Jenny acknowledges, "but you still should have asked me first."
"You're right," I agree, stepping closer to her. "I fucked up."
I tower over her seated form, and when she looks up at me, her face is directly level with the bulge in my jeans.
I can't help but imagine how she'd look on her knees, those full lips stretched around my cock, gagging as I push deeper into her throat.
I notice her gaze drop briefly to my crotch before returning to my face, and I wonder if she can tell how hard I am.
The neckline of her dress has shifted, revealing more of her cleavage, and now I'm picturing my mouth on her tits, tongue circling her nipples until they're stiff peaks.
Goddamn it. I'm losing what little control I have left.
My cock strains painfully against my zipper, and my pulse hammers in my ears.
"You surprised me today," she says suddenly.
"How's that?" I ask, grateful for the distraction from my increasingly explicit thoughts.
"When we went to your mom's house. I never expected the almighty Beast to be such a gentle man, to be so kind to her."
I chuckle at this assessment. "My mom's the best thing in my life. The one person who never left, no matter what shit I got into."
Jenny's expression turns wistful. "I wonder if my mom would have been like that if she'd stuck around. If she would have protected me."
I sit beside her on the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. "I'm sure she would have," I tell her honestly. "But even without a mother, you became a strong woman. No one can take that away from you."
"Thanks," she says softly. "That's why I hate it when Tank or anyone else tries to control me. I survived on my own. I proved myself."
I can't help but smile at the fierce determination in her voice.
"What?" she asks, noticing my expression.
"I like when you sound confident," I admit. "So sure of yourself. It's... impressive."
"Shut up," she says playfully, punching my arm lightly before lying back on her bed.
The new position puts her entire body on display. Breasts rising and falling with each breath, thick thighs just inches from my hand. My mouth goes dry at the sight.
I'm not sure if she's just comfortable around me or if she's deliberately teasing me, inviting me to make a move. I want to—God, how I want to—but what if I'm misreading this? What if I fuck up the strange connection we've built over the last two days?
I should get up. I should walk out right now, take up my position at the security monitors, and focus on keeping everyone safe. That's my job, my responsibility. I'm on the verge of standing when Jenny's tongue darts out, slowly wetting her lips.
Fuck. That's not accidental. She's taunting me.
I turn my body toward her and place my hand on her thigh.
She doesn't pull away or object. Encouraged, I use my strength to pull her toward me until she's straddling my lap, her ass positioned directly over my throbbing erection.
She reaches behind her head, gathering her hair into a ponytail, the movement causing her to shift against my bulge.
My cock pulses beneath her, straining for freedom. I can already imagine it standing proud before her face, those pretty lips parting to take me in.
"I've been thinking about this since I met you," she whispers, confirming my suspicions. She climbs off my lap and walks to the door, closing it with a soft click. "Do you know what I have in mind?"
I'm about to answer when she drops to her knees, crawling the last few steps toward me.
My breath catches as she places her hand on my belt, pulling it through the loops and tossing it aside before unbuttoning my jeans.
She presses her lips against the outline of my cock through my briefs, her hand cupping my balls and massaging them gently.
Jesus Christ. The sensation is incredible. I had no idea Jenny had this side to her. This boldness, this raw sexuality. I fucking love it.
"Can I?" she asks, fingers hooking into the waistband of my briefs.
"You don't need to ask," I growl, voice thick with desire.
She smirks, a confident, seductive expression I've never seen on her before, and slowly pulls down my underwear.
My cock springs free, nearly hitting her in the face.
It stands at full attention, thicker and harder than I can ever remember it being, veins prominent along the shaft, the head swollen.
"Fuck," she whispers, wrapping her hand around the base. "I've never seen one this big before."
She starts stroking me, varying her pace. Slow, then faster, then agonizingly slow again. A drop of saliva falls from her mouth onto my length, and she uses it to lubricate her movements, spreading it over my cock with her palm.
I thread my fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head. "You're fucking incredible," I tell her, my voice strained.
"You deserve it," she replies before lowering her mouth onto my cock.
She takes me halfway before gagging, but instead of backing off, she pushes further. Her throat constricts around my head, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. She slides back, gasping for breath.
"I was close," she says, determination in her eyes.
"You were," I agree, "but you don't need to take it all."
"I know," she says with a gleam in her eye, "but I love feeling your cock filling my mouth. I want all of it."
My dick throbs at her words. "Christ, Jenny. I'm only human. I can't resist when you talk like that."
"I hope you can resist this," she teases before engulfing me again.
This time she focuses on the head, her lips sealed tight around it while her hand works the shaft. The dual sensation is mind-blowing. Her hot, wet mouth sucking and swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip while her fingers grip me firmly, stroking in rhythm with her bobbing head.
She looks up at me through half-lidded eyes, sometimes meeting my gaze, sometimes rolling back in pleasure. The sight of her like this… Tank's innocent little sister on her knees, her mouth stuffed with my cock is almost too much to handle.
I can't fucking believe this is happening.
Jenny Bradley is enthusiastically sucking me off in her bedroom while everyone else is in the safe room, and we could be attacked by the Iron Eagles at any moment.
This is the height of irresponsibility, but right now, I'd rather face a firing squad than ask her to stop.
Her head moves faster, ponytail swinging with each thrust. She sucks me like she's starving for it, like my cock is the last meal she'll ever have. It's without question the best blowjob I've ever received.
Which presents a problem… If she keeps this up, I'm going to explode in her mouth before I have a chance to be inside her. And I desperately want to feel her pussy tightening around me.
"Slow down," I warn, my voice ragged. She eases her pace, but the slow movements of her tongue against my sensitive head are almost worse. "Fuck—stop, Jenny."
She pulls off immediately, concern in her eyes. "Did I hurt you?"
"The opposite," I groan. "You're too good. I almost lost it."
She laughs, a sound of pure satisfaction. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Now it's your turn," I tell her, pulling her to her feet.
I turn her around, bending her over the bed with her face pressed against the mattress. I lift her dress up over her hips, revealing red panties stretched across her luscious ass. I spread her legs wider, positioning myself between them.
"Take them off," she pleads, lifting her hips in invitation.
I hook my fingers into the waistband and drag the panties down her thighs, revealing the most perfect pussy I've ever seen. She's soaking wet. Her juices coat her inner thighs, and her rosy lips glisten in the dim light. I can't resist dropping to my knees for a taste.
The first swipe of my tongue draws a muffled cry from her.
She tastes fucking divine—sweet and tangy and uniquely Jenny.
I feast on her like a starving man, lapping at her entrance before circling her clit.
I slide one finger inside, curling it to find that sensitive spot, and she bucks against my face.
Jenny grabs a pillow, pressing it against her mouth to stifle her moans as her body writhes with pleasure. I could keep eating her out all night, but she suddenly raises her ass higher, presenting herself to me in the most primal invitation possible.
"You ready?" I ask, rising to my feet and positioning my cock at her entrance.
"Yes," she gasps. "I need this. But there's something you should know first."
I pause, concern cutting through my lust-addled brain. "What is it?"
"I'm a virgin," she confesses, the words tumbling out in a rush.
I freeze, not sure I heard her correctly. How the fuck can she be a virgin when she was just sucking my cock like a goddamn porn star?
"I know what you're thinking," she says, turning to look at me over her shoulder. "I've done... other things before. But I've never gone all the way. I wanted to wait for the right person." Her voice drops to a whisper. "And Beast... you're it. There's no better time than now."
Holy shit. I'm about to do something that's absolutely forbidden in the MC world.
Getting involved with a VP's sister is bad enough, but taking her virginity?
If Tank finds out, he'll cut my dick off and feed it to me.
And yet, I can't make myself stop. Not when she's looking at me like that, offering me something so precious.
"I'll go slow," I promise, gripping her ass cheek and spreading it wider. "I'll make it good for you, Jenny. I swear."
I position myself at her entrance, rubbing my cockhead through her slick folds to coat it in her juices. I push forward slowly, feeling the resistance as her body tries to accommodate my size. She arches her back, a small whimper escaping her lips, but pushes back against me.
Inch by inch, I work my way inside her tight channel until I'm fully seated within her, her inner walls clenching around me. The sensation is unbelievable: hot, wet, so fucking tight it borders on painful.