9. Dax
DAX
Imoaned under his harsh attention, my body flooding with need.
Wanting him to know that I was all in for where this was headed I wrapped one leg around him tugging him closer.
Dropping his hand from my neck he grabbed my ass and lifted me and pinned me against the wall with his hips.
Clutching at his shirt I gave as good as I got nipping at his lips hard enough to make him hiss.
One hand reached up and tweaked my nipple harshly making me cry out, his mouth smothering my sounds.
Turning he plopped me down on the sink counter and ripped off his shirt.
The Phantom Saints symbol was boldly tattooed on the middle of his chest. I let my fingers wander over his skin feeling the smooth muscle shifting under my touch.
Seconds later he was naked and his dick stood proudly on display for me to look at.
I’d seen a fair share of cock in my day but this man made me wonder if it would even fit into my small body.
Enzo stepped back into me letting his dick rest against my stomach. “I don’t rape woman no matter how pissed off I am so I’ll give you two seconds to push me away and leave. Otherwise I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk let alone run away from me.”
I shuddered at his words, the thrill of them making me even more wet then I already was.
My brain screamed that we shouldn’t do this, it would cloud my judgment to let him take me.
Pushing away my worries I already knew what choice I was going to make the moment he entered the bathroom.
These men used women, they didn’t keep them.
So I was just going to follow their example and take what I needed.
Placing my hand on his chest I pushed him back enough that I could slip off the counter.
I looked up at him but he closed his eyes and looked away expecting me to leave.
Instead I grasped his dick I gave it a firm squeeze, pumping it a few times making Enzo growl.
I could feel the sound of it coming from his chest and it pushed me to make him do it again.
Dropping to my knees, I held his dick in one hand and braced my other on his hip.
I peered up at him and gave him a wolfish grin before I took him into my mouth quick and deep.
He was so large that I couldn’t manage it all but I didn’t let that stop me from trying.
Working him with my hand and mouth I relished the groans that were coming out of his mouth.
He grabbed a handful of hair and tried to force my head down on his dick but I reminded him who was in charge letting my teeth scrape along the thin skin making him flinch.
He kept his hand in my hair but didn’t try to control the situation.
Pulling back I let his dick pop out of my mouth and looked up again.
“Sorry Mr. President but you're not going to get off that easy,” I said as he growled at me for stopping.
Apparently not liking my answer he grabbed me by the throat again and bent me over the counter.
He shifted so he was holding me down with a hand between my shoulders as he lined up behind me.
I watched in the mirror as he thrust into me not even checking to see if I was ready for him.
I cried out my pleasure feeling his fullness between my legs.
If he hadn’t pinned me down I’m not sure my legs could have supported me.
One hand on my hip he thrust into me the sound of flesh colliding and panting filling the air.
I tried to find something to hold onto as he slammed into me setting my body on fire.
Never having been shy when it came to sex I had experimented a fair share and the blurred line between pain and pleasure was always a favorite.
Being the badass all the time made it difficult to find a guy to fuck you into oblivion that wasn’t just a little scared of you.
Enzo didn’t give a fuck who I was in this moment and I was living for it.
Feeling the build start I pushed back on his thrusts forcing him even deeper.
“Fuck yes!” I yelled when he slapped my ass.
Enzo bent over so his chest covered mine as he kissed and bit at my neck. “You will learn your place here little hellcat even if I have to show you every day where it is.” Surprising me he bit down harder on my shoulder as he sped up his thrusts.
I screamed as my orgasm took me under causing me to shatter under him.
Not caring, he powered through it keeping up a pounding pace sending me into another orgasam.
This time he followed me clutching my hips holding me tight against him as he moaned above me.
I lay limp on the counter a sheen of sweat covering my body as I tried to remember how to breathe.
Enzo pulled out of me and scooped me up to set me on the toilet.
Silently I watched him as he drained the tub and started the shower.
Coming back to me he picked me back up like I was a doll or something and stepped under the water.
He set me on my feet but held me against his chest steadying me.
The water helped to clear my mind of my orgasmic bliss and bring me back into my body.
I moved to stand on my own and put space between us but Enzo’s fingers dug into my hips holding me where I was.
I looked up at him confused and was shocked to see a look of possessiveness in his eyes.
A new tingle of fear curled into the pit of my stomach.
Never did I think that this volatile president of an MC club would see what we did as anything other than purely physical.
“Enzo, you need to let go of me,” I said, putting a warning edge to my voice.
Enzo caught my chin forcing me to look at him, his hold painful almost causing me to whimper. “Don’t let me hear you say that name again if you want to avoid me testing out your new accessory.”
Like a switch had been flipped his sexy dominance turned into alarming reality.
I was always on the edge of a knife with this man and I couldn’t afford to keep forgetting that.
Sex will only bridge the gap so far when he didn’t see woman as equal.
That fact was always going to cause us to clash.
I sighed, causing him to frown not getting the reaction he thought I would give.
Slapping his hand off my face I yanked the arm back behind me causing him to pitch forward.
This allowed me to wrap my other arm around his neck and twist, rolling him out of the shower and taking the shower curtain down with him.
“Test that shit on me and see how that goes for you Enzo,” I said stepping over him grabbing my towel and duffel marching out of the bathroom.
I paused when I saw Cognac and Picasso in the living room watching something on the tv.
Both of them looked over at me when I entered the room.
Picasso’s eyebrows rose in shock seeing me wet and in a towel.
Cognac on the other hand took his time looking me over as if he was trying to burn it into his brain for later.
Huffing out a breath I held my head high and walked right past them and up the stairs.
I still really needed a shower so I headed for the bathroom first.
After taking the quickest shower of my life I looked through the bag of clothes.
Surprisingly Sprocket had gotten things that would fit even if the shorts were barely covering my ass cheeks.
The black short sleeve shirt was soft and hung off one shoulder.
Thankfully I didn’t really need to wear a bra and since I didn’t see one in the bag I went without.
Slipping on the pair of flip flops I made my way back to the bedroom I woke up in and found Picasso laying on the bed.
“You’ve had a very busy morning haven’t you,” Picasso said, not opening his eyes.
“Another reason I don’t like to be up before eleven, too much time to get into trouble,” I said putting the other clothes from the bag in the dresser.
“Good to know for the rest of your time with us since it seems like you're going to stay awhile,” Picasso said sitting up. “Can’t say I’ve seen a woman come into our house and make such a lasting impression in such little time.”
“It's my competitive nature,” I shrugged, trying not to grin.
I literally just fucked his brother. I shouldn’t be flirting with him if I don’t want to be thought of as a hang-about. Right now I’m not acting any different then them.
Picasso climbed off the bed and waved for me to follow him. “Let’s get you out of the house before you fight or fuck someone else and I never get to give you your welcome tour.”
I couldn’t help myself and laughed as we made our way down to the front door.
The heat of the summer hit me as soon as I stepped out onto the porch.
Picasso headed off toward the massive metal cattle barn.
I followed him but continued to take in other things going on.
To the left was a repair shop with three garage doors open showing off the work going on inside.
To the right was the long driveway leading out of the compound to the main road that was miles away.
“Sprocket, the Rode Captain, runs the shop and works on all of our bikes. We do custom jobs for other people, but that is at our location off the compound. This here is for Phantom members only.” Picasso said seeing me watching what was going on.
“The old cattle barn ahead of us has been converted into the club house.
This is where everyone hangs out when they're not on the road or working.”