Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
GRAFF
Once the warehouse door slammed shut behind me, the music quieted to a dull roar. The blood rushing past my ears sounded much louder inside. My face flamed, skin sizzling. Not from the bonfire, but electricity had been coursing through my veins because of Adelina.
I couldn’t, though. I wouldn’t. She was the VP’s future ol’ lady, not a sweetbutt. Touching an ol’ lady, no matter how much the brother slept around, would mean my blood. There were too many rules it would break, but I couldn’t just let Sas treat her like she was a piece of shit.
Sas never had been nice. But he’d been a motherfucker since meeting her, so I was bound and determined to find out what the fuck was up with him.
True to her name, Kaos’s moans were loud. Chaotic. I had never fucked her, but the rumor was that she was down for anything and would spur men on with how she screamed for more of the depraved shit our brothers could dish out.
I had heard her many times before, her orgasmic shrieks trapped inside the concrete walls. Now, it seemed fake. With the memory of the hurt in Adelina’s deep brown eyes, it was easy to see through the pussy haze to realize how cringe it was. My cock deflated the closer to got to Kaos’s moans, unlike what had been happening on the patio with Adelina.
“Stop,” I muttered to myself.
I needed to stop thinking about Adelina naked with the tip of my tattoo gun to her unmarked skin. Stop imagining all the pleasure I could wring from her body.
The door to where Sas and Kaos were fucking may have been closed, but the sound pierced the air like a gunshot. I pushed the door open, staring at the two of them connected by cock and cunt. He had her bent over the bed, her bare ass in the air with her come-fuck-me heels still on and her skirt up around her waist. Sas gripped her hips, slamming into her. He had only dropped his pants to his knees and still wore his shirt, MC cut, and boots.
How romantic.
Cracking his eyes open from his ongoing ecstasy, Sas stared at me. The words that threatened to spill—the anger that had brought me storming into the clubhouse—faded. Despite myself, seeing the live porn made me forget.
I was nothing if not stimulated by visuals.
My cock hardened, my balls aching.
I had come in here full of my sanctimonious self and ready to put Sas on the right-by-his-woman path, but the visual in front of me painted new urges in my mind’s eye. Fuck, when was the last time I’d gotten my dick wet? Too long ago, for sure. A stiff breeze might make me hard now, and the thought of doubling up on her... damn.
Wouldn’t be the first time Sas and I had tag teamed, and the thought of all the sensations that came with a good double penetration had all my blood rushing into my cock. The sensations of filling a girl with two cocks made everything so much tighter.
Unfortunately, the blood drained when Kaos fucking screamed again, sounding like a chicken.
Sas must’ve thought so too because he grabbed the back of Kaos’s head and threw her face down into the blankets, effectively muffling her screeches. He never slowed how he pounded into her pussy. His hips drew back and then slammed into her. Skin slapped. My cock hardened again.
I shouldn’t have cared what the VP was doing. It was none of my business. Who gave a fuck about monogamy, anyway? I hadn’t grown up that way and couldn’t live my life presuming I could be a woman’s everything. What man could?
As far as fucking went, no one in the club only fucked one person, besides those with ol’ ladies who chose to be tied down for the rest of their lives. I still didn’t think that was a fair deal for Bou, Roni, Lanie, or Maddie, but everyone had to live with their own choices.
But the men’s needs were why we kept enough sweetbutts around the clubhouse. Variety, but nothing serious. It always did good for the boys to have girls around shaking their asses and exposing their pussies. Sure, many of the girls hoped they would be chosen to not be a club slut for the rest of their lives, but I’d rarely seen a patched member make an ol’ lady out of a bunny.
The brothers didn’t see them as much more than a hole, or three.
“Do you want a go too?” asked Sas without slowing his pace. He slid out of her pussy to the tip of his cock, before he rammed deep inside of her. He didn’t wear a condom.
“You can have me next,” said Kaos through ragged breaths.
“No, now,” ordered Sas, pulling out of her pussy.
Kaos fell forward on the bed.
“Sas, I wasn’t done,” she whined, her bottom lip protruding. Her juices slipped out of her pussy.
She tried to reach for him, but Sas batted her hand away. “Your pussy is still mine.”
Removing his cut, Sas draped it over the chair in the corner. His erect cock swung, head purple and length shiny with her juice. He kicked off his shoes, then he pulled off his pants and boxers before laying down on the bed.
Kaos leaned over, dropping her jaw like she meant to suck him off, but Sas shook his head. She waited back on her heels, cutting a look between Sas and me. Was she as crazy as the others said?
“Wrap that pussy around my cock,” ordered Sas.
Without a word, though still glancing at me, Kaos swung her leg over Sas to straddle him. His cock rubbed against her belly and reached toward her tits.
I had to adjust myself to allow my cock to line up with my fly without pain.
Kaos raised to her knees and gathered the head of his cock, placing it at the base of her pussy. Though she was already stretched and wet, she took Sas in slowly, but then the VP raised his hips. He grabbed her hips and slammed her down, then lifted her skirt and slapped a hand on her ass.
“Don’t move,” he demanded, and Kaos braced a hand on his pecs.
Sas moved his other hand around her body, grabbing both of her ass cheeks. Her skin was tinged red from how hard he had been slamming into her. Bruises marked her skin. Every guy in the MC had taken a turn with Kaos at one time or another.
Sas slid his fingers between her ass crack and then pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her anus. She whimpered, moved on him, and he jerked his hips into her. Settling into a rhythm, she didn’t make another sound.
“Go on, Graff. Take a look,” Sas said, almost smiling.
Kaos dropped her head, her bleached blond hair acting like a curtain around her face and brushing Sas’s chest. Good, too. With her eyes hidden, I could let my imagination roam.
As I walked around the bed, my jeans rubbed against my cock, the friction making it harder. More needy.
I had no current attachments, so why the fuck shouldn’t I get off too?
Sas dug his fingers deep into Kaos’s cheeks. He would leave bruises and maybe tear open her flesh with his nails. Her hole was puckered, Sas’s cock inside her pussy showing me exactly how tight it would be.
“Take her ass,” said Sas, slapping her cheek.
I hesitated, though my cock wanted to drive deep into her. And she was probably one of the few whores that could take my girth without being split open. Others had tried, but it never worked out well.
From this angle, I almost couldn’t tell it was Kaos without her near constant screams, her back turned to me, and her hair hiding her face. The question was: could she keep quiet long enough for me to come?
Just another hole , I told myself.
“Graff?” Sas asked impatiently.
“Gimme a sec,” I said and grabbed Sas’s pants.
“What you looking for?” He held onto her, so she didn’t move. Not an inch.
I grabbed a condom from his wallet and dropped his jeans.
Sas tipped his head toward the bedside table. “Lube.”
After grabbing the purple tube, I tore open the packet and rolled the condom over my thick cock. Just because Sas rode bareback didn’t mean I would. And the good guy savior routine for a few minutes could fuck right off. My balls were screaming at me for an orgasm.
Sas hissed and Kaos squealed.
I glared at him. “Shut her up.”
The man let her ass go and grabbed her around the neck with one hand, covering her mouth with the other. “Not a sound.”
She nodded, and he loosened his grip.
Fuck yeah. Now I could imagine something else while we fucked her.
Or some one else.
Sas smirked at me, like this was all a ploy. “Make it quick, Graff. Get inside her ass and tighten up her cunt.”
Of course he wanted that. She was probably loose from all the use.
I approached her from behind. Kaos was leaning forward again, hands braced. Her body was tense, constricted like a snake about to strike. I placed my hand on the small of her back and squirted cold lube down her ass crack and on top of the condom.
She quivered; her muscles as tight as stone.
Sas had a glint in his eye as he waited for me. He released the back of her head, shoving his other thumb into her mouth. “Suck it.”
I lined up my cock with her asshole. She squirmed, but Sas spanked her again, leaving a new welt. Kaos stopped moving, and I plowed into her with a groan. She threw her head back, whining, but at the same time, she sank backward onto my cock.
Sas’s eyes went bleary, more lust shining in them as they tried to roll back in his head. I didn’t stop my invasion until I was in as far as I could go, feeling how tight she was in this hole with just a thin layer of skin between Sas’s cock and mine.
He moaned. “So much better. Are you full now, little slut?”
Kaos mewled in her throat and nodded her head.
“Keep your thumb there, fucker,” I told Sas, not wanting to hear her voice.
She moved before I was ready and pulled me forward as she pumped quickly and hard, jerking me around by my cock. The front of my thighs slammed into her, my shins against the bed. My legs then grazed Sas’s as his draped over the edge of the bed. The hair on his legs tickled.
I needed her to stop for a hot second so I could adjust, so I grabbed her hips and held her in place, then planted my boot on the bed for leverage.
Sas met my eyes and waited for me. When I gave a single nod, he jerked up inside of her, raising his hips and slamming into her, and his cock slammed into mine too.
“Aw, shit.” I panted.
We’d done this before, and the tight sensation with something rubbing against the sensitive underside of my cock could undo me so easily. I pulled back and drove home again. Our cocks massaged each other’s, and as long as he could keep Kaos’s trap shut, this was going to scratch the itch just fine.
Each of his thrusts followed by each of mine sent me spiraling closer to release. Throwing my head back, I closed my eyes and held on. I was getting so close. Fuck, I hadn’t been inside someone’s ass in a long time, and I missed it.
Last woman I’d fucked was Duchess, and though she knew what she was doing, those experiences were always just...sweet.
This ticked my dirtier side, but I wished the girl was someone more desirable. Someone like...Adelina.
I paused.
“What the fuck?” Sas swore.
“Nothin’,” I answered and shook off the thought.
In fact, I fucked Kaos’s ass harder, faster, punishing her for not being what or who I really wanted to be the meat in our sandwich. Our three bodies moved in tandem until Kaos screamed, and my cock deflated.
Her screams grew louder and higher pitched. She sounded like a dying rabbit. Yet it spurred Sas further into action. He thrusted harder and deeper into her like he meant to stab her throat via her cunt.
I grabbed her body and pulled her back to my chest, wrapping an arm around her middle. I reached for her neck but stopped myself before cutting off her scream. It was already dying as Sas launched into a near seated position and pushed himself deeper and harder inside of her, hitting a different angle.
His cock tapped mine through her, and I wished again for another woman—one worth this much attention. One who deserved the orgasm we were probably going to give Kaos. I wanted these moans and body and everything to be Adelina as we unraveled her piece by piece, claiming her as our own.
I clamped my teeth down as Sas roared his release. With his body locked up, I covered Kaos’s mouth and kept fucking while Sas’s cock pulsated and spurted his release into her pussy. No babies for her though, because club regs said sweetbutts had to have an IUD.
In my grasp, Kaos went rigid again, biting my palm as her orgasm seized her. I pushed through her clenching several more times before I bellowed like a wild animal. As I fucking exploded, her ass clenched around the base of my cock, milking me.
Sas finished blowing his load too, his body going limp under Kaos. My orgasm still had me locked up by the time he lifted her and slid out from under us both. His cum streamed out of her pussy, drizzling hotly down my thigh. I shuddered through the last remnants of my release and pulled out of her in case it got further on me. I would already need a good shower to get her perfumed stench off my body.
She slumped against the bed, trembling and covered in cum and sweat. Breathing heavily, she touched her ass cheeks and then anus daintily. I hadn’t hurt her. I had seen some of the guys tear open the girls. At least I had lubed her up.
“Get out,” I told Kaos.
As I slipped off the condom and tied it up, she glared at me, acting like I was no better than a prospect.
“I need to talk to the VP, so you gotta go.” I didn’t look at her as she got up from the bed, but before she could leave, I grabbed her by the arm and dropped my full condom in her hand. “And get rid of that.”
She looked over at Sas, but he just chuckled and placed his arms behind his head, still swimming in the ecstasy of orgasm’s aftermath. His limp cock laid against his thigh, happily spent and shimmering with cum.
A rude awakening slammed into me now that I could see through my own lust and remember why I had followed him into the clubhouse in the first place.
“Get out,” I ordered Kaos again, but she didn’t move.
Sas reached out and tapped her on the hip. “Go, babe. I’ll find you later.”
I hoped he didn’t.
Kaos grabbed her clothes and slipped out of the bedroom still partly naked, smelling of sex, and stumbling on shaky legs and five-inch heels.
“Now that’s she gone,” Sas said in a low breath, “what the fuck do you want? I doubt it was Kaos’s ass.”
“It wasn’t,” I said, working my jaw. “Isn’t.”
“So you wanted her pussy?”
“Fuck no.”
“Her mouth?”
“I didn’t want her at all.”
“Go get another piece of ass then,” said Sas, his one eye swollen from Rafe’s punches and the other bleary from whatever he’d done—alcohol, pot, who knew?
“It’s not about the bunnies,” I mumbled.
“Then why are you acting like a bitch?”
Sas’s smart mouth was the reason he ended up getting his ass beaten in the ring today. Was he looking for another fight? He might get it with me after I said my peace.
“It’s about Adelina,” I said.
He rolled his eyes and swung his legs off the side of the bed. “Then it is about a bitch.”
That made me see red. “Don’t call her that.”
“Aw, you’re sweet on her.” He used a sappy falsetto and then dropped his mask into a mean glare. “Need I remind you that she’s a goddamn Mafia princess, though she acts like an ice princess. And she’s probably reporting everything back to Parisi as we speak.”
“She’s your fucking fiancé, Sas. You can’t treat her like this.”
“Is that what you came here for? To tell me to be a good little boy and grateful that someone thought I should marry a prickly cunt?” He laughed, but there was a deadly note to his tone. “You tracked me into this room and fucked Kaos in the ass like there’s no tomorrow. Fucking hypocrite. Get your head out of the clouds, Graff.”
I buckled my belt. “I’m not the one getting married.”
“Hopefully, I won’t be either.” He shrugged. “But I didn’t think you would be the one lecturing me about marriage and sanctity and shit.”
“Have a little fucking integrity, man.”
Sas laughed as he stood and grabbed the puddle of his jeans. “You sleep around and fuck everything with a pulse, Graff. You once said you could never be tied down to one old lady. You’re not mono... mononucleosis or whatever. With your commune upbringing.”
“ Monogamous ,” I corrected. I should’ve known he would throw that back in my face. Part of becoming a patched MC member meant that everyone knew too much of my history. Now he used it as a weapon without understanding, the same way Adelina had thought I was in a cult.
“You never said whether you were monogamous or polyamorous,” I said. Those were two different things, but both required open communication.
Sas had barely said a word to Adelina.
“This”—I waved my hand to indicate the fuckery we just participated in—“is fucking cheating.”
“I ain’t married.”
“You will be.”
“Just on paper.”
“And when Massimo Parisi finds out you’re fucking other women?”
“It’s not part of the contract that she’s the only pussy I get for the rest of my life,” said Sas. “Or that I have to sleep with her at all.”
“But it’s in the contract that we’re partners now with the Mafia. Including her. She gets pissed and runs off, we’re all screwed,” I snapped. “What do you think the Prez will have to say about that?”
Sas glared at me. “What do you expect, Graff? I didn’t ask for this shit. Or a prickly wife.”
I swiped my hands through my hair. “Just fucking have a conversation with her.” She hadn’t been that bristly while we were chatting in the back yard.
The VP buckled his belt and cut his eyes sideways at me. “If you’re such good husband material, you marry the bitch.”
I backed up a step. That wasn’t what I meant.
“Oh right.” Sas rolled his eyes. “Because you’re not the marrying kind.”
“I’m not the monogamous kind,” I said through clenched teeth.
“How is that any different?”
“Communication.” I hated that I needed to have this conversation with him.
Poly relationships are a two-way street. Or six. Or twelve. Hell, the paths were exponential with every new person added into the mix. Regardless of how many people, though, it was all about trust. Fuck, my inner talk track sounded like my parents. All four of them.
Sas towered over me. “I just communicate differently than you, Graff. With my cock. Not my mouth.” He adjusted himself for emphasis and stalked out of the room.
I dropped my head back and let out a long breath, then commented to the empty room, “That went about as well as sugar in a gas tank.”