Swallowing Mayhem (6 page)

Chapter Seven

I didn’t get a word out.

Justice wasn’t pushing at Romeo,
but apparently he wasn’t through yelling at me. His violet-colored eyes were on
Mayhem. “You’ve been swayed by a tight hole!”

Mayhem grunted. “I beat the shit
out of him when I found out he lied, and then fucked him! He’s changed.”

“He’s fucked with your mind.”
Justice kicked at the nearest stool

“Maybe so.
Doesn’t change the fact that Torrin is on our side now.”
Mayhem was still defending me.

“What the hell does that mean?
Our side?
He’s a rat. He doesn’t have a side.” Deviant
spoke. He stood on the other side of the
room,
muscular arms crossed which offset his strawberry blond hair.

Mayhem tilted his head back and
forth. “Don’t shoot him before he finishes.”

Shit
. All gazes
moved in my direction. “I’m...I
was
a
peacekeeper.” A few club members cursed. “I was sent here to spy on you, to
find proof that you’re all criminals beyond doubt so we could dismember the
MC’s and stop the resistance.” I swallowed hard. “I didn’t know how wrong I was
until
I
...I was with you guys.”

Justice scoffed. “You didn’t
think beating a man for saving a kid was wrong?” He clenched his teeth together
as Romeo grabbed his arms.

“I didn’t grow up in your world.
Any of you.
My father was rich. All I saw, all I learned,
was that the rules were supposed to be followed.” I threw my hands up. Bad
move. A few guys jerked their hands to weapons. “I didn’t know how wrong it
was. I will forever be sorry for my
involvement,
but Mayhem showed me how fucked up the world is. A lot of people just don’t
understand because they were brought up
like
me.” That sounded like an excuse. “I fucked up.”

Outlaw had been
quiet,
but his gazed moved from his men to me. Suddenly
he stilled.
“Torrin.
I want you to be honest with me
right now.”

I nodded.

“Did you tell the peacekeepers
about our plans to blow up their building? Is that how they knew?”

Fucking fuckers.
“Yes.” My voice
was breathy. In a silent room, it was hard to go unnoticed.

“Kill
him,
” Romeo shouted. “That almost got Justice killed. That got our
men killed.”

Mayhem stood in front of me. “So
you never made a mistake, Romeo?”

The flirt stared at Mayhem, eyes
glaring.

“How was it you came to be with
the Underground MC? You had sex with a man where they could catch you. We’ve
all made mistakes.”

Romeo quieted for a moment then
his head shot up. “Did you do that? Is it your fault we were followed and caught?”

Well, this was going oh so
fucking well. I nodded.

Romeo launched himself at me. I
twisted away, vaulted off the couch, and landed beside it as he crashed into
it. Mayhem grabbed his shoulder and practically threw him toward
Justice,
who held the feisty man back.

“Enough!” Outlaw held his hands
out. “Why are you telling us this now?”

“I told you. I’ve changed.”

“Bullshit,” Romeo yelled.

“Just fucking
end
him,” Justice added.

Outlaw stepped forward. “I am the
goddamn president of this fucking club. I give the orders. I don’t take them.
So shut the fuck up and let me think.” The room stilled. “You’re confessing
because you fell in love with Mayhem?”

“He just showed me how wrong I
was. I’m not suicidal.” I straightened since no one was launching at me. “I
want to live. I also want to help this club and stop the other peacekeepers.”

Justice
grunted
. “Mayhem’s dick has gotta be magical for me to believe that
bullshit.”

Mayhem grinned. “It’s all about
being well hung and knowing how to use it.” He winked at Justice. “Torrin came
clean. He wants to change and he’s able to give us the one thing we always
wanted.”

Outlaw glared at me. “You think
you have something that’ll save your life?”

“And let me keep my cut.” I
licked my dry lips. “I know the blueprints for the government building.” The
silence felt like a weight on my chest. I waited for something, anything to
find out if I was going to be able to have Mayhem in my ass ever again.

Justice spit in my general
direction. “Bullshit.”

“I know you hate me.” I took a
step forward and Mayhem planted a hand on my shoulder. “What you don’t know is
that when my father killed that boy, when he beat you and then sold you, I took
off. It changed me seeing that and this...outlaw in me has been growing slowly
since then. I haven’t spoken to him in years. Not since I saw him beat a child
that died because of his injuries. I’m not a fucking monster. I just didn’t
realize that everyone around me was.”

Outlaw spoke.
“Members
in the chapel, now.
Beau, Tage, watch
Torrin
and keep a weapon on him. If he runs, shoot him.”

“That’s not necessary,” Mayhem
said. His voice was a deep rumble.

“Humor me.” Outlaw pointed to the
open doors.

I watched as they all went into
the room, cluttered around the table and the doors closed. I sat on the couch.
My body felt like it’d been through a damn fight. My ass was still sore and now
I had guns on me. This decision to come out was going really fucking well.

I waited on the seat as my fate
was decided. It
would be
a bitch if they
killed
me,
but I would take it. It made
sense why I couldn’t own a slave. I always used the excuse that I had no
patience to train one or I was never home. I just wouldn’t be able to live with
myself knowing I owned someone else. And women, how gentle I had been with them
while the other men had been brutes. I felt bad for them, for their shitty role
in life here on Mars. I spent many years denying the truth and if I lived I was
determined to make up for that flaw.

The doors opened. I almost
expected some kind of cheesy harp music to play or a sad melody so that I knew
their decision. Mayhem walked out first and he gave me a wink. That was all it
took. I knew I wasn’t going to die.
Unless I read the look
wrong but would he really wink at me if they were about to put a bullet in my
head and dump me in some unmarked grave?
I didn’t think so. It was Outlaw
who came toward me.

“You almost got killed in there.”

I nodded.

“We’re going to use your cover to
feed the peacekeepers bullshit. I’m not sure what yet. But it’ll be something
that helps the clubs and will get you listed as an MC spy.”

“I can live with that.” I really
could.

“You’re going to be searched
every day.
No
exceptions. You are never
alone in the clubhouse. You’re going to give us those blueprints and you will
help us in any way we say.”

“Agreed,” I spoke quietly.

“You live. You keep the cut.
For now.”
He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. “I hope
you’re fucking serious, Torrin. You lied, you betrayed us, that sting ain’t
gonna fade
easy
.”

“I know it.” I swallowed hard.

“Stay away from Justice and
Romeo. They’re liable to kill you for flinching.”

“Okay.”

Outlaw pointed to Whip. “He’ll
create the blueprints. You tell him every fucking nook and cranny with weapons
in that building.”

“I will.” Mayhem grabbed my arm,
pushing me toward the MC member with bracelets on his arms and a few necklaces
dangling from his neck. We sat at the bar and he used his
high-tech
holographic program to put a picture
to my words. The club dispersed as I started to describe the government
building. I gave my best, my all, and told them the rooms I’d been in. Where I’d
spotted weapons though I was sure I hadn’t seen them all. At least now, the
club had an inkling of what to expect in there.
If they were
going in there.
I wasn’t privy to that yet. It took
time
to create a 3D rendering. About two hours
had passed before I sat back, the image complete.
Whip
had spoken a bare minimum to me. Asking dimensions, ceiling
height, weapons capability, and that was pretty much it. I expected the club to
deem me untrustworthy, maybe even hate me. At least I wasn’t
dead,
I had the rest of my life to prove that I was a new man, that I was an outlaw.

Whip led me from the living room
to Mayhem’s bedroom. It was
empty,
but he
ordered me to stay here. Then he left, leaving the door open.

What the hell was I supposed to
do? Where was Mayhem? I wound up taking a piss then shoving clothes into his
dresser and closing it. I threw away the used condom then clicked the button
that dissolved the holographic curtains. It let in the dark night and bright
stars. I made the bed and
took off
my
shoes. It was a lot of waiting around. At least my erection was taken care of.
I paced for a while, hearing nothing in the clubhouse then I lay on Mayhem’s
bed. My hands were behind my back, and I was staring at the ceiling. I don’t
know exactly when I fell
asleep,
but my
eyelids
were closed when I heard the door shut.
I popped up, staring at Mayhem as he walked toward the bed.
“Everything
okay?”

He nodded, smoking a cigar that
was already half gone. “You did
good
.”

“Well, I’m not dead so that’s a
plus.” I rubbed my eyes, trying to get rid of that sluggish feeling. “I can’t
believe that’s how the club found out.” My former slave was alive and thriving.
It actually made me feel better knowing he was okay. Of course, it would have
been nice to find that out without the shit that went down.

“We were
motoring
you, dumb fuck.” He winced as if that came out harsher than he meant. I was
already used to his colorful
dialogue
.
“We
were seeing
if you’d call for backup
or run for it.”

I sat up straighter. “I’m not.”
Did Mayhem think I would revert? “You know that right, Mayhem? I’m not going
back to the peacekeepers.”

“Course I know that,” he said,
his words muffled by the cigar. He pulled his shirt over his head, showing off
his tattoos and muscles.

I was sore from
fucking,
but I wanted to do it again. I loved
it and I’d only had it one time. Can you say, addicted? “What happens now?”

He toed off his boots and sucked
on his cigar. That smell was filling the room, smoky, cinnamon, Mayhem. “We
sleep while Outlaw details the next phase of our plan.”

“What’s the next step?”

Mayhem tugged his pants down,
showing off his
gray
boxers and thick
thighs scattered with dark hair. “Our goal is to take down the government,
Wexmen, and his loyal group of fucking bastards.” Mayhem tugged on the tie and
his hair fell down, resting on his shoulders. “When we have a solid plan, I’ll
see if I can let you in.” He paused. “You have to earn their trust.”

“I know.” It didn’t make me feel
left out or anything. They were right. I had to earn my place back into this
club,
but maybe I could help with the plan.
Mayhem pulled the blanket back and settled in. I wasn’t sure what to do. I know
cuddle, sleep. Did we spoon or some shit?

“Stop fucking thinking and get
over here before I forget how sore your pretty ass is and fuck you anyway.”

I snorted, shifting so that I was
lying beside Mayhem. I was facing him and he grabbed my hand, holding it. “This
is just all new shit for me to get used to.”

He nodded. “Wait until we both
wake up hard.” He winked then closed his eyes.

Great, now I really wasn’t going
to be able to sleep.

Chapter Eight

So warm.
My skin felt
like it was pressed up against a heating device. I inhaled and smiled. The
scent was softer, but I knew it was Mayhem. I opened my eyes to see him beneath
me
. My arms
were
thrown over his torso and I was laying my head on his bicep. He
made a comfortable pillow. I heard his soft breathing followed by a snore. It
made me smile. The big man
snored
. The
things you learn when you slept next to another guy. I still had pants
on,
but they were
tented
. Normally, I’d blame it on morning wood but I knew my dick
hardened when I saw him.
Mayhem.
Handsomest badass I’d
ever seen. Damn, look at me. Lying here, staring at another guy, and sounding
like a smitten lover. I guess I kind of was.

I slid my palm up his torso, easily
over the curve of his
pec,
and laid my
hand on his chest. His breathing changed. The snoring tapered off and Mayhem
opened one eye.
“Morning.”

Mayhem growled, rolling me over.
He kissed me viciously.
Ravaging
my lips with his.
Mayhem stuck his tongue in my mouth and swept me away with
the sensations. I barely had time to think as his hands went between us and
cupped my crotch. I groaned into his mouth. This was a hell of a way to wake
up. My heart was pounding as he tugged at my pants. Mayhem slid his hand under
the rim, sitting up so he could pry the buttons apart and reveal my dick. He
hadn’t said a single word and still didn’t. I was gasping from the kiss as he
stroked my erection from base to tip. Then I was the one who sat up and kissed
him. I fought for control, knowing it was a losing
battle,
but damn was it fun.

Mayhem pushed me back down. He
started pulling on my pants. “Never wear clothes to bed again,” he spoke as he
finally freed one leg. He left my other leg still covered as he wrapped his
fingers around my dick. Mayhem stroked me once, twice, three times.

My hips thrust upward in complete
pleasure. I couldn’t believe I was missing waking up like this every day.
“Mayhem.”
His name came out shaky.

“Shut up,” he ordered and took my
head into his mouth.

My hips came up off the bed,
sending my dick between his lips deeper. I closed my eyes then opened them, not
wanting to miss watching him take my length. “You’re also...” I hissed out a breath.
“So.”
Mayhem sucked my tip hard. “Poetic.” Damn that
was hard to get out. He grunted. I think it might have been a chuckle but with
my cock bumping the back of his throat, I couldn’t tell. I was fucking drowning
in the hyperactive nerves in my shaft.
His lips, his teeth,
his tongue, and the damn sucking.
I was pushing my hips upward as Mayhem
came down. He took about half my length in and then cupped my balls. He stroked
them before fitting his lips over my tip and sucking really fucking hard. I
cried out, grabbing his head. My fingers sank into his long black locks and I
pulled. He had
released
me for all of
three
seconds before he went back down on my
dick. This time Mayhem took all of me down his throat. I couldn’t describe the
sounds I was making. Not groans, not moans, not exactly words. It was guttural,
animalistic, as Mayhem held me in his throat. He swallowed, making me pull his
hair and I watched as my dick slid out of his mouth, dripping with saliva. Mayhem
kissed
my base, then my balls before he
licked my thigh. I heard him clear his throat then move off the bed. More butt
sex? I was excited. My ass was still kind of sore though.

Mayhem grabbed my arms and turned
me so my head was hanging off the bed then straddled me. His balls were right
there so I reached with my tongue and stroked them. It felt like the thing to
do. Mayhem knelt over me, taking my dick in his mouth again. My ass muscles
clenched, sending shards of pain through my body but they added to the pleasure
of it. “Open that mouth.”

I did. Mayhem shoved his cock between
my lips. I
groaned,
but it was muffled.
Mayhem was sucking on me again, pulling beads of pre-cum from my slit like they
were the last sips of water in a fucking desert. I alternated between moaning
and sucking on his shaft. There was so much slurping and fast breathing going
on it almost drowned out the sound of my erratic heartbeat. I felt the orgasm
growing. I turned to the side so I could get a full
gulp
of air. “Coming,” I managed to say. Mayhem took my dick deeper
down his throat.
“Soon.”
I tried
again,
but he kept taking me. Tip to base,
swallow, tip to base,
swallow
. How the hell was a man
supposed to resist that? I came. I erupted. I fucking exploded into Mayhem’s
mouth like a shooting star. I shouted his name, unable to hold back. I grabbed
handfuls of his hair, holding him down while I thrust into his mouth. He was
stronger than me. He should have pulled
away,
but he let me fuck his face until the last thread of pleasure began to fade. I
was gasping as I let go of his hair. My body gave a good shake and my asshole
clenched.

Mayhem hunched over me. “Suck.”
He placed his dick at my closed mouth.

I opened, taking as much of him
in as I could. I’d been
deep throated
before but never by a man.
Until now.
He went deep,
too much. I gagged, pulling back and inhaled harshly.

Mayhem growled. “Need to train
you,” he muttered, grabbing his dick at the base. “Need to teach you to take
it.” He pressed the tip inside my mouth again. This time he only fucked my
mouth with half his length, the rest was held
by
his big hand.

This much I could handle. I
sucked how I liked it and was rewarded with a long moan. I wanted to impress
him, pleasure him,
make
him happy. I reached between
his legs, stroking his balls, cupping them, and massaging them gently.

“Finger.”
He practically
grunted
the world.
“Ass.”
He spread his legs further.
“Now.”
Mayhem took my
finger into his mouth, wetting it with saliva and then guided
my digit
between his legs. It was fucking
awkward positioning. I had to tilt
slightly,
but I
placed
my finger
in
his hole. I pushed it in, not sure if I
should have gone slower or not. Mayhem groaned low. I fingered his ass as he
pushed his dick
into
my mouth. I sucked
and licked, my fingers working his ass until Mayhem started to breathe faster.
His motions became jerky. Then he pulled his hand away.
“One.
Deep.
Thrust,” he said, aiming and shoving his shaft home.
I
gagged
but tried to hold it. My eyes
started to tear and my entire body clenched up. Mayhem gave me a guttural
shout. I knew he was about to come. I held on for as long as I fucking could,
my fingers digging into his thighs as I fought to hold my breath. Then Mayhem
pulled back and I felt the last few spurts of his orgasm. Cum splashed my
tongue and I had a moment to enjoy his flavor. I was gasping, wiping at my face
as Mayhem sat on the bed. He fell back, still trying to catch his breath.

“Good morning to you
too,
” I muttered, my voice scratchy.

Mayhem smiled as he looked at me.
“I thought it was the enemy trying to kill me in my sleep.” He paused to take a
breath. “Then I saw your face and...
well
. I fucked your
mouth.”

“Yeah.
Got that part.”
I sat up so we were facing each other and
wiped some saliva off my face.

 
“Messy fucking morning.”
He pushed the black hair from his face. “Shower with me.” He stood.

I was all for that. Then my
finger began to vibrate. I froze
mid-movement
,
kneeling on the bed. When Mayhem looked back, I held up a hand. On my thumb was
a small chip, it was half the size of my fingernail, the surface was colored to
match the pigment. It had literally been melted onto my nail so it wasn’t removable.
It could only come off by tearing or growing my nail out then cutting it. I
pressed my thumb. The peacekeeper communication device clicked on.

“Update,” a male voice whispered.

“Can’t now.
Talk in a few
minutes,” I spoke quietly. The vibrating stopped, indicating the link had closed.

“The fuck was that,
Torrin?
” Mayhem asked. He was frowning, arms
crossed over his massive chest. He would have looked scary if he wasn’t buck-naked.
His soft dick hung between his legs with my saliva drying on the sensitive
skin.

“Peacekeepers.
What should I
tell them?”

Mayhem didn’t bother answering or
putting on clothes. I managed to
slide
my
pants back on since they were only half off as he dragged me out of the room.
We moved through the hall where I got to watch Mayhem’s ass flex.

Beau and Chaos were sitting near
the bar. Each man turned around, eyes going wide as Mayhem barreled down the
hall dragging me behind him.

“Morning,
” I muttered,
feeling foolish as my lover tromped around naked and I was trying to say hello.
Perfect. He stopped in the chapel where Outlaw sat.

The president of the Outlaw MC
looked up. Startled, he jerked out of his chair and his eyes went wide.
“Mayhem why am I staring at your junk?”

“I wanna see!” Whip stuck his
head in the room then whistled.

Mayhem ignored everyone, even the
giant cock in the room.
“Peacekeepers.”

 
“Where?”

“Communications,
” I said, holding
up my thumb.

“It’s on your finger?”

“Yeah.
We only have a
few minutes. What do you want me to tell them?”

Outlaw paused. “Let’s go for the
fucking big picture. Tell them something’s going to go down tomorrow. You
overheard us talking about explosions. You found information chips. It looked
like the blueprints to the landing strip.”

There was only one landing site
for Earth ships to dock on Mars. It was well guarded but taking that out would
put a serious hit on our supplies from that planet. I nodded as Outlaw closed
the doors. Then I pressed my thumb.

“T.B. 4948
here.”
Initials followed by peacekeeper number.

“Confirmed.
Report?”
The male voice was still almost a whisper. I told
him exactly what Outlaw said. The plans
for
the possible bombing at the landing strip, all the information I found and how
I thought it was a high threat. I made sure my voice was hushed and my tone
urgent. I think I was doing pretty fucking good considering my first male lover
was standing next to me naked.

“Report received,” the peacekeeper
said. “Any updates, inform us immediately.”

“Yes, sir.”
My thumb
stopped vibrating and the link was closed. “Well?”

“Can they turn that on without
you knowing?” He fisted his hands, narrowing his eyes.

“Nope.
The link gives
off a slight vibrating sensation so there’s no way they can listen in unless I
want them to.”

“Good. They’ll move their resources
in the opposite direction of where we’ll be.” Outlaw sat. “You did real fucking
good, Torrin.” His tense body relaxed. “Now, get Mayhem out of here before
Prospect tries to revive his dick.”

I didn’t get that reference. Why
would the prospect try to suck on Mayhem? Mayhem was
mine
now and I wasn’t too sure how I felt about sharing. I didn’t lead so much as
tug on Mayhem’s forearm. It was like trying to move a spaceship with the power
of
a cum
shot. Not gonna happen.

“We’re going to fucking go for
it?” Mayhem was staring at Outlaw.

“We have to.” He shook his head.
“It’s the next step.”

“He should know.” Mayhem pointed
at me.

Outlaw frowned, running his
tongue over his bottom lip. “I’ll think about it. Go put some fucking clothes
on. I’m sick of staring at your cock.”

Mayhem
grunted
then we walked back toward the bedroom. I admit, watching
as a few of the other members ogled my man’s ass was kind of a thrill.