Sons of Mayhem 1

Chapter 12

He pulled his jacket off my body and tossed it on to the back of a chair. His hands wrapped around my waist, half touching the top of my shorts, and half resting against the bare skin of my midriff. I found myself speaking words I'd never heard myself say, "I want you to touch me."

He rubbed his thumb gently across my stomach causing it to flutter and send shivers down my spine. His fingers slid down slightly, cupping my ass.

"Like this?" he asked.

 More. More. Touch me more. Don't tease me. "And kiss me."

Our eyes didn't waiver as he pushed his lips to mine and he kissed me properly for the second time. And it was just like the first. His plump lips molded to mine and he tasted of whisky and ginger. He tasted of heaven.

Our bodies pressed closer together and his hands roamed up and down, caressing my back, hands slipping under my tight t-shirt and attempting to slide down the back of my shorts. But they were too tight. I hope I get shot at every day if it can end like this.

I felt his hands reaching towards the front of my shorts, to undo them. Not this time. It's my turn.

I pulled his hands away from my waist and lifted them to my shoulders. I broke away from his kiss and looked up at him for a moment. His eyes burned as I slid slowly to my knees, never breaking my gaze.

He didn't stop me this time as I reached for his belt and undid it without looking. I let my hand brush against the front of his jeans and felt him hard and bulging underneath. Just the gentle touch of my hand was enough to cause him to moan.

As I undid the buttons of his shorts I felt his boxers pushing out. His eyes didn't break contact with mine as I slowly licked my lips. My hands ran over his lower back, again admiring his hard body as I slipped them underneath his boxers.

His breath quickened and he groaned again as I pulled his underwear down. My eyes flicked down momentarily as I watched his hard member spring back up, free, as it was released from his Calvins.

I can't believe I'm acting like this. I can't believe I've never acted like this before. I parted my lips gently and let out a warm breath over his head. Wait for it.

His hands slipped from my shoulders to my head. I could see the desperation in his eyes. You want to push my head on to you, don't you? Can you wait? Are you going to push my head down on to you anyway? I don't mind if you do.

I breathed over him again, sensing him jump a little. Making sure my lips weren't dry with a final flick of my tongue I pressed into his firm buttocks with my nails and pushed my mouth forward on to him.

"Ohhh fuck." Do you like that? As I stared up at him he closed his eyes as I wrapped my lips around his shaft and took him in my mouth. My gaze lowered as I watched him disappear between my lips.

Slowly my mouth enveloped him, taking him as far down as I could. One of my hands strayed from his buttocks and gently clutched him underneath, rolling him around in my hand.

"Oh God where did you learn to do that?" His rhetorical question went unanswered as I slid my mouth back up and then down again, running my tongue along and around him as I went. Where did I learn to do that? It certainly wasn't from being with Mark.

On my knees in slutty clothes in front of the tattooed biker I felt more attractive, and more aroused than I'd ever felt. Sure I'd been hit on at parties, told I'm sexy by random creeps, but I'd never truly felt it, at least not like this.

With his jeans around his ankles and his hard member in my mouth, moaning as I sucked him in my slutty little outfit I felt a power I'd never felt before. Power over a powerful man. At least for now.

Jase slid his hands into my hair and began to move his hips. He let out quiet grunts as he began to thrust into my willing mouth. His fingers clenched together, pulling my hair, and I didn't mind a bit.

I let out moans of my own as my biker lover began to control the situation. Show me what to do, Jase, show me how to please you. Last time I used you, this time you can use me.

The faint music and desert sounds from outside faded away as I became consumed by desire, and I literally consumed him. All that was left was him, hot inside me as he moaned and thrust between my lips. Faster if you want. Harder if you want. Use me Jase. Use me my tattooed lover. My nails dug into his tight ass as he fucked my mouth faster and faster, his grip on my hair tight enough to cause pleasurable pain.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." He's about to finish. I dug the nails of my right hand harder into his buttocks, feeling the rippling muscles underneath as he made his final few thrusts. I gently squeezed him as he held my head still by the hair, dominating and controlling me.

He filled me with his hot, salty-sweet seed. There was no thought of spit or swallow; it was swallow or choke as he emptied himself in my willing mouth, held tight by his fistfuls of my hair. I swallowed desperately, greedily. Give it all to me Jase. I'll take it all for you.

My head was held tight against his crotch as I ran my tongue around and over him, feeling the smoothness of the skin with my curious tongue.

He seemed to awaken as if from a daze and released my hair, "Oh my God I'm sorry!"

I languorously pulled my head up my eyes staring into his, as I slowly slid him out from between my lips. What's he got to be sorry about? "It's okay--" I began but I didn't get to finish my sentence.

The door burst open and drunken Lucy stumbled in. I felt blood rush to my already flushed face as my arousal rapidly turned to embarrassment and anger. "Hey!" I yelled at her as I quickly got my feet, my hand furiously wiping at my mouth. Jase meanwhile was pulling up his jeans, but he didn't seem as desperately embarrassed as I did. He must be used to this.

Lucy burst out laughing. "Sor-rry!" She raised her eyebrows at me and gave me a wink. I raised my hand to my chin and wiped away more saliva. I hope that's just saliva. How embarrassing!

"Sorry about that Jase. But you've got a meeting to go to."

Jase had his jeans pulled back up around his waist as he turned around to face the door and our rude interrupter. I could have sworn I saw a wistful look on Lucy's face as his tight ass was covered up again. "You ever hear of knocking?" He sounds kinda pissed.

Lucy giggled. She's such an idiot sometimes. "I was going to knock, but I stumbled. I think there's a log or something out there--" There's no log. "--and I just fell right in!" A likely story. You wanted to catch us. You wanted to catch us fucking didn't you? Well not this time!