Vicious (MC Club Biker Urban Alpha Male Erotic Romance) (5 page)

“Oh, you’re not sleeping…” Blade growled in my ear. “I’m going to share you with the whole camp.”

Communion

My eyes widened. All the Jokers? I had no idea how many there were but the thought of them all having a go at me, each one getting a chance to sample my hot, curvy young flesh… It filled me with terror and desire simultaneously.

“Boys, there’s fresh meat out here on my bike,” Blade called out. “I made an oath when I joined y’all that what’s mine is yours, so come on and enjoy!”

“Blade…” I whimpered, looking up at him with tears in my eyes.

“You gotta’ understand, we share everything… It’d be wrong if I didn’t share you…”

The Jokers came out of their tents slowly, shaking off sleep. A number of them had been stroking their cocks, I noticed, and they were already hard. Of course, they had heard me being fucked, heard my moans and my screams. They’d been imagining doing this to me themselves. No, in fact, they had been waiting to do it to me. They knew they’d have their chance as long as they waited. And now, they were going to use me however they wanted!

In the dim campfire light, I saw one of them approach me. It was Roy. He grinned and leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips before straightening up and pressing his hardness against my lips. I opened my mouth willingly, gasping a little as he plunged his cock deep into me, down my throat.

Someone else was behind me. I expected to feel a cock deep in my ass or pussy but instead, I felt someone’s tongue running over my wet, throbbing pussy lips. I whimpered around the cock in my mouth as the talented tongue flicked my hungry, sensitive lips, sliding up and down and dipping inside my tight, wet love canal before drifting down to pleasure my clit.

I squeezed my eyes shut, starting to bob my head steadily on the thick cock in my mouth, gobbling it down obediently, letting my hot tongue run over Roy’s fat shaft, tracing the outline of his cock while my pussy was pleasured.

The flicking tongue teasing my clit drove me wild and I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to press my crotch against the bike, grinding into the seat or back toward the hot tongue that seemed intent on digging the pussy juices out of my aching hole.

Before long I was cumming, moaning around Roy’s cock as my pussy squirted, a flood of hot girl juices gushing out of my tight hole. I let Roy slide himself deeper into my mouth than even Blade had been, gagging ever so slightly as he groaned and came, spilling his hot, sticky cum into my awaiting throat.

Someone mounted me from behind, pressing his cock into my pussy from behind and taking me like a bitch. I felt like a dog in heat, offering myself up to all the beasts in the neighborhood. I moaned as I took the cock from behind, feeling it tear into my sore pussy and pound me relentlessly.

Whoever was fucking me from behind decided to play with my sore ass, teasing and tickling my aching hole. Roy slid his dripping cock out of my mouth, only to be replaced by another one shortly thereafter.

Before long, I was deep throating cock after cock. I had gotten good at bringing them to orgasm fast using my tongue to swirl around the heads of their cocks and gripping their shafts with my lips.

The cock in my pussy unleashed a flood of cum before long and after that, it was one long, sweaty blur of sex and cum. I was used over and over and I shrieked onto cock after cock, moaning and finding myself used like a sex toy. And I loved it. I loved the way these rough men touched me, the way they used me. They were truly brothers who shared everything. I could tell they respected me as Blade’s woman but at the same time, they used me like they would use one of his tools, taking their pleasure in me, shooting their hot, sticky loads into me, gripping my young tits and playing with my asshole as they came in my cunt or mouth. And to think, only this morning, I had been a normal, innocent school girl. Now, I was most certainly that no longer! I wasn’t sure what I was but I knew I belonged to the Jokers MC and no one else… My old life was over.

~

The next morning, I awoke, my body throbbing and sore. They had taken me off the bike and laid me in the tent alongside Blade. He grinned at me as my eyes fluttered open.

“You slept like a rock after we finished with you,” he commented, scratching my head. I groaned and rolled over, refusing to look at him.

“You let them all do what they wanted with me. I’ve never felt so used in my life,” I said. I was being serious but I sounded much angrier than I really was.

“You know how it is,” Blade said seriously. I could feel his powerful gaze on my back, drilling into the back of my head. “Being part of a motorcycle club, it’s not like being on your high school track team. It’s a brotherhood. If one of my brothers wanted to ride my bike, I’d let him, just like he’d let me ride his. And if I have a woman…”

“Then you let them all ride her as much as they want?”

He shrugged.

“That’s how it’s always been. If you want to run with us, then you have to get used to it.”

My eyes widened. “Run with them?”

“You’d let me run with you guys? Could I have my own bike?”

He grinned.

“You’ll have to learn to ride but, you know, I don’t see why not… So long as you’re safe.”

My fantasies of being a biker girl came back. I wouldn’t just ride on the back of Blade’s bike—I’d have one of my own, being a full member and his woman. My belly tingled with excitement at this thought. How was that for a college plan, Mr. Wilson?!

“My parents would never let me,” I said with a sigh.

“You’re eighteen, aren’t you? Do you have to do what your parents say anymore?”

Strictly, no. I shrugged.

“I… I don’t know. I’ve never done something like this.”

“I think you just did. Last night.”

Did I really want to give up my comfortable, easy life in exchange for the exciting motorcycle club life? I pondered it over in my head. Up until yesterday, my life had been so well-planned out. Nothing would have surprised me: I would have gone to college, and then graduate school—law school or medical school, perhaps. Then, I would have gotten a great job, gotten married, had kids, and the cycle would have continued. But now…

“I’ll do it. There’s just… There’s someone I want to take care of first.”

~

We waited outside St. Benedict’s for Mr. Wilson. When he finally emerged from the school. He looked worried, as well he should have. He probably knew damned well that I hadn’t shown up for school and he would have had to explain to my parents where I had gone. I wondered what he had told them? Well, we were about to find out.

We followed at a distance, keeping several blocks behind him as he drove home. Finally, he pulled into a small apartment complex off the highway two towns over. I was particularly delighted to see that he lived in a tiny, filthy, run down building—alone, almost definitely.

“You’re sure you want to talk to him?” Blade asked me, glancing back at me. It was just the two of us, but I knew Blade was more than a match for Mr. Wilson. “I could just go in there, break his kneecaps, and then we’d be done with it.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I do want to talk to him. Like I’ve said, we’ve got unfinished business.”

After he was inside, we followed him. It was one of those buildings with a courtyard and a wraparound balcony allowing easy access from outside. It was easy enough to follow Mr. Wilson’s trail up to the balcony and then find his unit. Blade picked the lock in a manner of seconds and then we were inside.

It was a small, completely unremarkable apartment. Tidy and uninteresting—for all his eminence in the world of college admissions, which he lorded over us girls, Mr. Wilson didn’t seem particularly impressive in his personal life.

From the kitchen, we could hear the sounds of someone preparing dinner. Blade glanced at me and I nodded. Following him, we burst into the next room, Blade drawing a knife.

There was Mr. Wilson, pouring a glass of wine. Sitting at the kitchen table was Cassie, her eyes wide when she saw me.

“Sarah!” she shrieked. Mr. Wilson dropped the glass of wine, shattering it into ten-thousand tiny shards.

“A friend of yours?” asked Blade. I nodded.

“Cassie. Get the hell out of here.”

I saw bruises on her neck. I realized that her hair was a mess. Did her parents know she was here? I had so many questions for her but I knew they couldn’t be answered now. She nodded, tears glistening in her eyes, and darted past Mr. Wilson, carefully picking her way through the field of broken glass. She stopped to give me a hug before disappearing through the back door of the tiny apartment.

“What is the meaning of this?” Mr. Wilson demanded, doing his best to seem intimidating. Of course, it didn’t impress Blade.

“This is a friend of mine,” I declared, wrapping my hand around Blade’s free one—the one that wasn’t gripping a knife.

“You’ve been absent from school, you’ve—“

I let a haymaker fly, knocking Mr. Wilson hard in the jaw. He crumpled to the ground like a pile of rags.

“You’re not going to hurt anyone anymore,” I told him as Blade hauled him to his feet. From his leather jacket, Blade pulled the piece de resistance of our entire trip: a small, home made tattoo machine. Blade had acquired it in prison, he told me. He wasn’t much of an artist but that didn’t matter right now.

With one hand holding Mr. Wilson down and the other hand guiding the machine, I watched as the words “RAPIST” and “PERVERT” appeared in thick, crude black lettering on Mr. Wilson’s forehead. He shrieked like a baby, screaming at first and then pleading with us as Blade tattooed him. Fifteen minutes later, it was done and Blade allowed him to collapse to the floor again, the broken glass slicing his hands and knees.

~

We got out of there fast and drove in the opposite direction of the Jokers’ camp. This was Blade’s idea: in case Mr. Wilson decided to call the cops, we didn’t want to be anywhere near the Jokers’ last known location.

We stopped in a forest preserve about forty miles out of Windgale for the night. We picked out way through the woods and found a small clearing where Blade pitched a tent and made a fire. As we sat around it, warming ourselves, he fixed dinner: a package of dried soup. It was something I would have almost certainly turned up my nose at in my previous life but now, after everything that had happened in the last few days, it tasted damned good. I couldn’t tell you now what flavor it had been or what had been in it or even if we finished it. All I know, and all I knew then, was that it tasted like freedom—more than anything else I had ever tasted.

“You’re sure you’re ready for this?” Blade asked, after being silent for nearly half an hour. I looked up in surprise.

“Ready for what?”

“For… This life. It’s not an easy one, you know.”

“Of course I’m ready. I’ve got nothing to go back to.”

“You could still go back, you know. You’ve got parents who love you, who’d support you,” Blade said carefully, stirring the soup in his bowl. “That means something.”

I shook my head.

“Even if it does… That’s not my world anymore. Maybe that was never my world. I don’t think I was meant for that kind of life. The life I was meant for… It’s out here. With you.”

As I said that, Blade set his bowl down and pulled me close, into his embrace. We kissed hard and slow, deep, like two souls blending together to form one. I stripped off his leather jacket, feeling his muscles, his powerful arms and admiring the colorful tattoos adorning his broad chest: here was the Marine Corps crest, and here was a laughing devil. Over his heart was a jester—a joker, I realized. Very fitting, considering his allegiance.

I kissed over his neck and collar bone, biting his, digging my teeth into his flesh much as he had dug his into mine the night before. I suckled and bit his nipples and kissed down his well-formed abs until I found his pants. Unzipping them, I freed his cock—that massive, magnificent piece of flesh which, I realized now that I could see it in the light, was much bigger than I had thought originally. I impaled myself on his shaft, sinking down onto it and letting him slide into my throat as I sucked him. He groaned and gripped my hair as I pleasured him, servicing him like a good girl, like an obedient servant. He ran his fingers through my hair, grunting and thrusting his hips forward before finally cumming, filling my ready and waiting mouth with his hot seed.