4 Horsemen (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) (2 page)

“You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?”

“I…”

My voice was cut off by the force of his hand slapping across my face. Shocked, I looked up, the pain welling beneath my cheek.

“You don’t talk.”

The smack knocked me right back to reality. Where is mom? What am I doing?

Why is this turning me on…

“You’re pretty, just like your mommy, aren’t you baby?”

I nodded, not daring to say another word. The sting of his hand still rang out on my skin.

“Go ahead, pull it out.”

I looked down at my hands. This whole time, I hadn’t stopped stroking his shaft lightly through his jeans. I’d wanted to, I wanted to run, but he drew something out of me that was raw. That little part of me would do anything. That little part of me reached up for his belt.

“That’s right baby girl.”

The zipper was easier than the buckle, and I drew it open, tugging down as his hard cock came into view. It sprang free, angling upward proudly as I wrapped one of my delicate hands around the girth. Staring at it, my eyes went wide. It felt large inside his jeans, but out in the open air, its girth was almost frightening.

I hesitated.

“Just give it a little lick, baby girl.”

My tongue acted almost on it’s own accord, drawing a long slow stripe from the base of his shaft all the way to the crown. The man groaned loudly as I gave the head a quick swirl and drew back down the other side of the shaft, kissing it as I went. Inside, my brain was screaming out, but my pussy was firmly in control. I had to do this… I needed this… Drawing back up I lined the thick head up with my lips, bending forward, letting him part my lips. My mouth stretched almost to it’s maximum as he invaded, no hint of gentleness about the way he thrust his hips forward.

“Oh fuck baby girl, just like that.”

I didn’t know I was doing right, but I did my best to accommodate as he took control. The man gripped my hair and thrust his cock deep into my willful mouth. My jaw hurt as I tried to keep it open wide enough, the thick base of his cock stretching me a bit too far for comfort. Still, there was no denying this was an incredible turn-on. My hand had already made its way into my shorts, sliding into the band of my panties and playing with my wet pussy as I moaned wildly around the huge shaft.

“You can go deeper baby girl. Just relax.”

I tried my best, my fingertip dancing on my clit as he pushed in even harder. The head of his big cock came into contact with my throat, then he gave just the lightest of thrusts.

“Oh yeah,” he grunted, the head of the cock popping in and then out of my throat before he threw me back, coughing and gagging as I came off his shaft.

“See baby? Like mommy like daughter, I knew you could do it.”

I stared at him in shock, he was comparing me to my mom! The thought of her sucking his cock ran briefly through my mind, shattered as he reached out and grabbed my hair again, thrusting his cock back into my mouth before I could protest.

Where is mom?!?
I thought, a certain feeling of dread overcoming me as the man invaded my tiny mouth, using me like a dirty sex doll. His breath was coming shallower now as I tried to look around the room, my vision bobbing wildly. No sign of her was readily apparent.

“You ready for your punishment?” the man whispered, fucking my face. I surrendered, whimpering around his huge shaft.

“Here it comes baby doll. You’d better swallow every fucking drop.”

There was no use protesting, nowhere I could have gone. His cock was exploding in my mouth, long thick ropy streams of cum splashing my throat and tongue. I groaned, my fingertips driving me over an orgasm of my own, thighs quivering as I swallowed around his cock. My vision drew into a tunnel, his thick shaft choking me as he pressed forward, sending the final spurts straight down to my belly. Everything was going black, waves of pleasure crashing over me as the salty taste rolled across my tongue.

I found myself falling backward, his cock popping free with a long slurping sound. The man caught me, my head woozy as he lifted me back from the floor. Every square inch of my body was in shock, unable to fathom what had just happened to me.

“Never touch a man’s colors without his permission. Do I make myself clear.”

I stared at him defiantly, lifting my arm, and letting it draw a slick line of wetness along his leather vest.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you baby girl?” he said, grabbing me up hard. I shook, tears streaming from my eyes as the big man drew me in close, an angry snarl on his face. Lips latched to mine, the taste of his cum still on my tongue as we locked into a passionate and devastating kiss. I melted, the whole world disappearing in his arms. I’d do anything to stay in this moment. I wrapped my legs around him, kissing harder, feeling my body move as he carried me to the bedroom. My fingers clawed at his back, grabbed at his shoulders. Beneath me, I could still feel his hard cock pressing against my shorts as we moved. My pussy quivered with anticipation.

“Go to bed, Penny.”

I found myself flying. My body splayed out in the air as I sailed through it unexpectedly. The bed came up from beneath me with a sudden creak of springs, bouncing me toward the headboard. The wind taken straight out of me I stared at the man as he pulled up his denim.

“Fuck me!” I blurted out choppily, practically a squeal as he stuffed his cock back into his pants and drew the zipper closed.

“Your mommy will be back any minute with dinner. If you know what’s good for you, keep your dirty fucking mouth shut.”

I stared down again, unable to meet his gaze. “And what if I don’t?” I said, defiantly.

He was upon me before I could take another breath, his hand viciously pinning my own as he smacked me again even harder than before. I winced and cried out against the pain, my pussy singing at the proximity of his cock. I fell silent, our bodies panting against each other.

“You’ll learn how to obey me when I give an order. Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

His hand gripped my jaw, unmercifully turning it to face him. I stared into the blue pools for what I knew might be the last time of the night, tears pouring down my cheeks and running my mascara.

“Now be a doll, and be quiet. Maybe I’ll make your mommy squeal and let you know how good her pussy feels.”

He drew off, my lips moving but no words escaping them. Every square inch of me trembled. This was the most terrifying man I’d ever met, the strongest, the most powerful, and without question, the sexiest.

“What’s your name?” I whispered, overcome with emotion.

“Conquest… Leader of the Horsemen. You can call me Jacob.”

My breathing stayed heavy as he walked out, slamming the door behind him.

CONQUEST

The waiting was the worst part, staying silent in my room with an ear pressed to the wall. Jacob and mom were drinking, laughing, and soon, a new sound was rising over the blasting music and breaking bottles.

They’d started
fucking.

It wasn’t a friendly lovemaking session either. Loud crashes came from the kitchen, chairs behind slammed out of the way. It was easy to imagine mom bent over the table as Jacob stood behind her like some kind of animal. Her screams of pleasure vibrated the walls harder than the music, guttural cries rising from the both of them as they rutted. Clearly my blow-job hadn’t taken the fire out of him.

My own thighs quivered.

The sounds seemed to go on forever as I stood enraptured against the wall, too far gone for modesty. Pulling the bedside table drawer open, I pulled a long and thin pink shaft from beneath some papers and hair care supplies. The familiar curve traced along my thigh as I returned to the wall, using my old best friend to try and match the squeals and cries. The pink plastic vibrated in my hand as I pressed it against my wet lips, sliding it straight into my most secret tunnel. In and out it went, my whole body bent against the wall, hand down between my legs thrusting the lightweight toy with unusual force and speed.

“Oh Jacob… Fuck me,” I whispered, pressing it home again and again, disappointed at its lack of girth, squirming and whining against its inadequacy. Mother clearly had no similar issues. It sounded as though they had moved to the couch, just on the far side of the wall. She must have mounted him, her fingertips scraping on the wall as she rode. I intensified my efforts mere inches from her face, just a few sheets of drywall between us as she rode Jacob and I rode the pink battery operated boyfriend. Every sound was amplified through the wall, and I was crying out inside as I bit my tongue, trying desperately not to squeal in frustration.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck me, fuck me. Oh my GOD!”

My mother’s cries only intensified my annoyance at the pink plastic. She was cumming, and I could practically hear her pussy clenching around him in the act. I pulled the thin shaft free, throwing it into a clothes hamper and balling my fists in anger. She was having the time of her life, and I was just in here dreaming. It took all I had not to storm out and throw myself at him. Still, I couldn’t pull myself away from the wall.

“Did you cum?” my mother asked, still panting from her own orgasm.

“Not yet. Why don’t you slide off and suck it out of me?”

Although it seemed like I’d kneeled with his cock in my mouth forever, it had barely taken five minutes to get Jacob off. Mother took almost three times as long before I heard him grunting and groaning in the now-familiar way. Her footsteps on the floor were a surprise, as was the sound of her spitting into the sink. My tongue ran along my teeth, still catching hints of salt and smoke.

“Do I have your permission, Conquest?”

Her voice echoed from the kitchen. My ears perked up.

“Yes, I give you my blessing.”

“Thank you…”

“Don’t thank me, get your pretty ass out of here and go thank him. He’ll be out front in a few minutes.”

My mind twisted, unsure what was going on as I could hear the roar of approaching bikes. The MC was back, but it didn’t sound like a calm approach. Engines raced and tires screamed as they rolled into the normally quiet neighborhood, shouting and running men making their way to the front door.

“Something’s wrong. Stay away from the windows,” Jacob shouted, clearly loud enough for me to hear. The door slammed open and I could hear another distinctly growling voice rising over the pulsing engines outside.

“The Vamos shot a prospect. Marcus is dead. War says they’re coming here.”

“How the fuck did they find out about this place?” Jacob shouted.

“Don’t know, don’t care, we need to get the hell out of here now.”

“Jenna, go with Famine. Get out of here, there’s something I need to do.”

“Didn’t you hear me? They are coming here right goddamned now.”

“I said GO.” Jacob roared. The men didn’t hesitate. I crept to my window, watching them run for their bikes, one leggy just-sexed blonde in tow. As they were riding off, the door crashed open to my bedroom.

“We’re leaving.”

I was confused, scared, and frozen to the spot.

“I can explain later, get your shoes on and grab a jacket.”

Nothing made sense. My mind raced, my body still planted firmly.

“Penny, they will kill you if they find you here. Get your fucking shoes on now.”

My heart raced out of my chest as I threw on my shoes and grabbed a mid length coat from the closet, running to the living room. Jacob was there, a large handgun in one hand, and the clip in the other. He slammed them together, drawing the top back and chambering a bullet. My feet skidded to a stop.

“Don’t be afraid. You’re safe with me,” he said, sliding the gun into a holster just beneath his shirt, throwing his colors on one arm and then the other.

Safe… Safe was something I used to be. Something I was before Jenna came into my life, before any of this happened. My mind and body were numb as we ran out the door, Jacob throwing me on the back of the large bike.

“Hold on to me,” he shouted over the roaring pops of the engine. “Lean when I lean.”

The bike screamed out of the driveway, blasting down the dark suburban streets like a bat straight out of hell. It didn’t take long to see why. A black sedan came roaring round the corner ahead of us, barreling down like a game of chicken.

A game you don’t win on a motorcycle.

My arms wrapped around Jacob’s barrel chest tightly, holding on for dear life as he gunned the engine, swerving at the last minute to hang a fast right turn. My bare knee almost scraped the ground as the bike blasted round the bend. The sedan overshot, skidding onto the sidewalk, tires screaming as it leapt back into the chase. Almost as if I were in slow motion, I could feel my heart racing as fast as the vibrating engine beneath me. From behind, a new and terrifying sound reached my ears.

Gunfire.

The telltale crack and pop made me spin my head, staring back as the passenger of the car took aim from the window. Without even thinking, I spun back, staring at Jacob’s beltline. There, in the holster, was the handgun. A rain of death was upon us, gunfire cracking in my ears one bullet after another as I reached down and unsnapped the piece of leather holding the gun in place. One arm still firmly around Jacob, I spun round and leveled the black firearm on the car, trying to keep my hands steady as the bike bounced on the pitted asphalt. My finger drew the trigger in, feeling the smooth action as a bullet sailed from the barrel.

Jacob was shouting something, but I kept right on firing, three shots, four, five. The sedan swerved suddenly, careening into someone’s front yard and obliterating their mailbox. I spun back around, every muscle in my body shaking as I desperately tried to shove the gun back into its holster, misfiring accidentally into the asphalt below, narrowly missing Jacob’s leg. He reached back, grabbing the gun from me and sliding it back home with one smooth motion, before returning his hand to the grip before him.

Safe…

I certainly didn’t real safe, but the adrenaline in my veins didn’t care. I wasn’t thrilled to be safe, I was thrilled to be alive. Perhaps for the first time in my life, I felt every bit of my mortality, and it felt good. Leaning into Jacob tighter, I closed my eyes against the wind pummeling my body. It was cold, but every square inch of me was burning hot as I drew close, my hands gripping at his chest. The bike had left the suburbs, entering a freeway and crossing town. I didn’t say a word until we pulled into a warehouse, the door opening before us, two big leather clad men pulling on chains inside to lift the rolling entrance.