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

“I didn’t say you could talk.”

He reached around me, grabbing at my breasts, kneading them viciously. Another pang of excitement rose up my spine, fear and anticipation filling me. Without eyes, I listened as Famine circled my chair, and could hear him kneel in front of it.

“So pretty… Not a piercing on you, no ink, not even a scar…”

I gasped as his wet mouth sucked in one of my nipples, his tongue roaming and running circles around it as the nub hardened. The sensation was intense and I winced as he gave it a light bite, but I found myself moaning in both pain and pleasure.

“Oh, baby likes it, doesn’t she?”

I shivered as he drew off, the cool air blowing over my wet skin. Soon, the sound of boots stepped back around, coming up behind me. I felt his hands cup my ass, sliding over my skin, spreading me. He gave me a squeeze, then let go. I felt a new sensation as he swung up some part of the chair. Cold hard metal brushed up against my delicate mound, causing met to cry out.

Famine laughed, the sound echoing in the room as the cold metal invaded my body, sliding between my secret lips. I was so wet, so ready, but nothing prepared me for the huge metal shaft pressing up against my tunnel. I could hear it ratcheting as it moved, locking it higher, and higher. I tried to squirm away, lifting myself up with my legs as far as I could, the ratcheting sound continuing as the shaft followed me. Soon, I was perched as high as my legs could hold me, thighs screaming out from holding me in such an awkward angle. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do. Famine’s hand came back beneath me, stroking at my clitoris with his slick fingertip. He moved down and I could feel his hand wrapping around the metal shaft, preparing and lubricating the surface. I surrendered.

I felt my body slide down almost as if it weren’t my own. My wetness and the lubricated shaft working together to impale my body. The cold penetrated me, the metal shaft sliding all the way to the hilt, stretching me further than I ever could have imagined. It hurt, but I clenched my teeth and took it. As I hit bottom, a second piece of metal came into contact with my clitoris, a small cupped nub that must have been attached to the main shaft. A little squeal escaped my lips.

“I admire your pain tolerance,” famine whispered, his breath close to my ear. “Lets see how you handle pleasure.”

All at once, the shaft inside me began to vibrate. The sensation pulsed and shook mercilessly. I cried out, the pleasure intense as the shaft and nub vibrated both inside and out.

I could hear a buckle being undone behind me. Famine must have been removing his pants, but I couldn’t think let alone protest as I felt the head of his cock press up against the knot of my ass. Something splashed between my cheeks, cold and wet. His cock swept upward, sliding through it, before returning to my delicate pucker. His hands wrapped around me once more, drawing wet circles around my nipples as the head of his cock penetrated me. As his hips flexed, I felt the tip bury itself into my ass, the vibrations helping him invade my body, the slick lube helping him along.

Famine seemed to have no intention of being gentle though…

I screamed as he thrust, his cock burying itself. The feeling of the two shafts pressing up against each other inside me blinding me with pain and pleasure as he hammered into me like an animal. Deep his cock slid, the vibrating shaft drawing pleasure from us both as he rode my ass. I felt something strange inside, almost as if he’d plugged me up, then something inside gave way, letting him drive even further home all the way to the hilt.

There was an urgency in his breath as he ploughed my forbidden tunnel. Our screams and cries of pleasure must have been no match for the walls and thick door, because in no time at all they drew a worried knock, and the familiar sound of the little asian girl from the counter asking if we were ok.

Famine growled, shouting for her to go away as he continued his rutting. I closed my eyes, letting the feeling of the two shafts consume me. My body shivered, an orgasm overtaking me, the waves seeming to intensify with every thrust and every little vibration of the machine. Now, the shaft had become a torture device. My oversensitive clitoris screamed out as he drove home, my body trying desperately to lift off the vibrating steel. I drew up, but couldn’t escape, my pussy clenched down and drawing the shaft with me as Famine’s cock kept slamming home.

Click.

The vibrating shaft ratcheted up another notch.

Click. Click Click.

My attempts to get away were drawing it higher and higher, forcing my thighs to hold my weight so I wouldn’t be totally resting it on the huge shaft in my pussy. I screamed, the vibrations continuing as Famine leaned forward to bite my shoulder, his teeth sinking into me and drawing pain from my back.

“Please… Please!” I shouted, trying desperately to ask for mercy, but his thrusts grew even more urgent as he drove into me, my body swallowing the twin shafts as the nub of metal vibrated hard on my clit. Suddenly I felt a new sensation, something from deep inside my pussy. A different kind of orgasm wracked my body from the inside out, and suddenly there was a gush of fluid rolling around the metal shaft as I clenched and shuddered around Famine. I couldn’t control myself, every inch of my body quivering and my voice screaming in pleasure. Inside me, I could feel his cock pulsing and shaking as cum splashed deep into my body.

Famine drew back, his breath gasping as he released the ratcheting clasp beneath me and pulled hard, lowering the metal shaft and pulling it from my pussy. We stay like that for what seemed like ages, his body collapsed behind me, my own still feeling the vibrations of the shaft that was thankfully not still inside my overworked pussy. Somehow, I managed to speak, and the words shocked even me.

“It hurts…” I whispered.

Famine just laughed. “You like a little pain, don’t you?”

My mind raced, my body ached, and every part of me felt used and abused, but a little piece of me rose up inside and caused the edges of my lips to curl upward.

“Yes.”

“Take a shower and get out of here. You’ve got my vote, baby girl,” Famine said, unlatching the shackles that bound me.

Death

Nobody was cat calling as came back to the main warehouse. The bar was no longer full, all of the men piled round a familiar chrome bike.

I ran to the floor as fast as my feet would carry me, cool air tingling on my wet scalp. Bursting through the crowd, I could see what all the commotion was about.

Jacob was back, and he was bleeding.

He stopped me before I could cry out. “Don’t worry, just a scratch,” he said, shrugging it off. Jenna was at his side, needle in hand, pouring straight vodka over the wound on his shoulder and sewing it shut. She’d wanted to be a nurse once, but never made it through college. Jacob didn’t seem phased by her lack of experience. He didn’t even wince.

“Vamos is taking the west side. Clearly they don’t understand the rules of the game. We can get some help out here if we need it, but I’m not blowing a two year operation for these assholes, especially not this close to the drop date.”

I had no idea what Jacob was talking about Drop date? Two year operation?

“We can’t go starting a turf war right now, the Koreans are shipping the elephant and that needs to be top priority. It’ll be on the dock tomorrow.”

All eyes shifted to Death, still clad in his face covering bandana.

“If we show weakness, we’re all dead.”

I spun round, staring at Famine as he spoke. My mind was doing cartwheels trying to understand what was going on.

“We could call in backup, have the feds roll Vamos up tonight.”

“That might alter the drop.” Jacob replied firmly. “We can’t risk the drop, too many lives at stake.”

“We go to war.”

The fourth horseman had joined the conversation, his towering frame standing a head above anyone else in the room. I shivered.

“Collateral damage. Self defense. Vamos are a bunch of gang banging killers but they run scared. Take a few down and they’ll back off.”

“No killing,” Jacob replied sternly. “We grab up Enrique and Bammo, they’re at Los Dos tonight. Bloody them up, send a calling card. That should get Vamos off our backs for a few days. We toss them to the feds after the Koreans hit the dock.”

Jacob looked at my puzzled face, stepping off his bike, his arm stitched tight in a jagged pattern. “Come with me baby, we need to talk,” he whispered, pulling me aside.

“What in the hell is going on?” I practically shouted at him as we crossed the room. Behind us, a roar of conversation was taking place as the MC armed themselves and rolled out the bikes.

“Look, I told you we’re the good guys.”

“FBI? Koreans? Elephants? I thought you were a bunch of biker thugs!” I said exasperatedly.

“I’m going to choose not to take that personally, little dove,” Jacob said smiling. My insides melted. “We’re deep in the shit here. We had contacts, ran imports down the west coast. The feds had us by the balls in a major RICO case. They came to us, offered us an alternative.”

“You’re working with the FBI?”

“Homeland Security babe. North Korea is trying to slip something big and dangerous into the country. Something we’re not supposed to talk about. We run the docks, we run shipping. They needed us.”

“What are they bringing?” I whispered.

“They won’t tell us. Maybe drugs, maybe money, maybe a nuke, all I know is they call it the elephant and we need to catch it.”

“Can I help?”

“Not till you get two votes little baby. I saw Famine’s shit eating grin out there. I’m riding out to fuck up some Vamos. Do you want Death or War?”

The thought of fucking War right after my own mother made my knees shake, but there was something even more terrifying about Death… Still, if I had to choose.

“Death…”

“Nice choice.”

“Death, you’re on babysitting duty. Everybody else, mount up!”

I was amazed at the speed with which bikes were assembled at the roll-up. Even Jenna was along for the ride, hanging onto War for dear life. As they roared out to save the world, the room went silent. Death hadn’t moved.

“I’m Penny…” I whispered quietly.

“I know who you are.”

My eyes went wide. The voice wasn’t anything like I expected. Death reached up, pulling the bandanna free and drawing it off her face. Delicate features came into view, piercing blue eyes over classic beauty.

Death, was a woman.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue, Penny?” Death said, her boots clicking as she walked toward me. “I’m glad you picked me. They never pick me.”

I shivered, staring at the broad smile on her face. It was the look of a lunatic. She was stunningly beautiful, no question, but one look at her let you know this girl was all business.

“You want my vote? You’re a stupid little girl aren’t you? Conquest is
mine
.”

Her face was mere inches from my own, breath tickling my cheek. “Unless you think you can take what you want. Conquest says you got some fire in you. Is he right?”

She gave me a shove, knocking me back a step toward the wall, closing the gap.

“You just gonna let me bitchslap you around?” Death asked, her hand swinging up and cracking across my cheek. I stumbled back further still.

“You’ve got nothing, do you?”

Push.

“Nothing.”

Push.

“You’re weak.”

My back to the wall, Death’s hand came down again hard, but I caught the gloved fingers in mid air.

“I’m not weak,” I said, swiftly moving into her space. Arms flailed around me trying to gain purchase and attack, but I drew in close and wrapped her up, bringing my face right into hers and devouring her lower lip in a fierce kiss.

For a moment, Death seemed distracted. It was all I needed. I screamed, a blood boiling sound as I threw her to the ground. The element of surprise expended, Death had the upper hand in strength. She grabbed me and rolled, forcing me to the floor as her hands clawed at my thin shirt, tearing it open, my breasts bursting into view. She wasn’t fighting fair, her hands groping and clawing at my chest as I tried to shove her off.

“You’re my bitch now,” Death shouted, pulling my bottoms down over my ass. Her fingers reached out to grasp at my clitoris, but I took the moment to throw an elbow, crashing straight into her pretty face. I rolled her, my own adrenaline coursing through my muscles as I tore at her vest, ripping it open and exposing a perky but small set of tattooed breasts.

“No, I’m not,” I shouted, my hands ripping at her tight jeans, drawing them down under her round ass. Her skin was strange, a pale white, and as the small tuft of hair down below came into view, it became immediately apparent why.

Death was a red head.

My hand came down fast, fingers grasping at her clitoris. I squeezed hard, her scream roaring out as she threw me off, rolling atop my exposed body. The red tuft was so close, my head leaned forward ever so slightly with my tongue extended, rolling a long slow lick along her pale slit.

“Ooooh you bitch,” Death replied, diving her own mouth downward to suck my clitoris between her lips lightly. My back ached from the concrete floor, the cool contrasting with the heat between our bodies as our tongues went to work in unison. She tried to shift, but I was faster, my arms swinging up and dragging her pussy back down to my lips, my tongue insistent as I plundered her wet tunnel. I moaned in delight as she fought to maintain control, her own tongue working magic on me as two of her fingers plunged inside.

Without a word, I understood the game immediately. Get her off first, and win her vote. Cum, and lose it in more ways than one. I moaned wildly at the feeling of her tongue and fingers building me closer and closer to an orgasm. Something had to be done. Death was nearly giggling, the vibrations only driving me higher as she lapped at my clit.

NO!
I shouted internally, throwing all my weight into one epic roll. Our bodies tumbled on the floor, Death’s fingers falling free as my own plunged into her desperate pussy. From above, I had a far better angle, sliding forward to keep my own sensitive clit away from her probing tongue. I lifted myself up, coming down hard on her chest and knocking the wind from her before resuming my attack. She squirmed, she squealed, and as my fingers curled inside her in a come hither fashion…