The Devil in Her Bed (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 1) (5 page)

He slowly licked the outer lips from the bottom to the top and heard the sigh of pleasure leave her. Flinging her legs over his shoulders, he went for a more direct approach, seeking out her clitoris with his tongue. He found it and drew it between his lips. He began to suck and knead it with his lips, taking his cues from the spasms he felt rolling through her and the firmness of her thighs on his head. He kept up the act, kneading and sucking until she was on the verge. Then, with a quick firm pinch with his lips, he sent her plummeting into an orgasm.

She felt like fireworks were going off inside her mind, an experience unlike anything before. Previous boyfriends had acted like this was a chore and had shown little enthusiasm, but not Asher. She cried his name as she came, her back arching as her whole body tensed.

He supported her as she crashed into her orgasm, carrying on with the licking of her most intimate place. As he felt the orgasm leaving her, he gently lowered her back onto the sofa, taking a moment to catch his breath. He watched, as her chest rose and fell rapidly, her pleasure lingering. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, smiling in softly.

“That was amazing,” she panted.

Asher smiled down at her, gently caressing her thigh. “We aim to please.”

As her smile widened, Jenny shakily got to her knees and leaned over as he moved back to a sitting position, wondering what she was thinking now. Using her hand, she manipulated the underwear that still imprisoned the biggest cock she had ever tried to take. As it sprang free she could see her estimations had been correct. She had seen bigger, but he was larger than any other lover she had ever had.

He watched her considering his penis, all the while the niggling worm of doubt nibbled at his thoughts. He wanted this, desperately wanted this, but was this going too far? Had they already gone too far?
I can’t do this to the Boss!

With regret, he held his arms out to stop her before she lowered her head to his crotch. She looked up at him, confused, and he smiled softly at her. He gently sat her back down on the sofa before standing to pull his underwear up and trousers on. As he shrugged into his shirt, he looked at her crestfallen face a moment before turning and walking away to the kitchen, breathing hard to get control of himself.

She didn’t know what she had done. He had seemed so into it, and it had been amazing. All she wanted to do was return the favor. Yes, she had been apprehensive, and it was probably written on her face, but she was still willing to try. Sure, she was no porn star, but she still knew how to give a blowjob. She wasn’t some virgin princess locked in an ivory tower.

Her shock and sadness gave way to anger and resentment. Was she not good enough for him, was that it? She stumblingly got to her feet and pulled her clothes back on, suddenly feeling ashamed of her body and wondering if that was the reason for his discontent. But surely not. No one licks a pussy like that if they don’t like what it’s attached to.

She stormed to her room, not looking at him standing over the sink, slamming the door behind her. She started flinging her clothes off again, stopping when she reached her bra, still moist around the nipples from his vigorous actions. Running her fingers across them, she could still feel their sensitivity and arousal, could feel the ache deep inside of her, begging for a cock to fill her. She lay on her bed, playing with her nipples, the lace of the bra chafing them in the most sweetly agonizing way. She could get herself off just by doing this... it was her secret superpower. But she decided to use her fingers in other ways as well, frantically rubbing her swollen clitoris. She began to moan without realizing it, as she felt waves of pleasure roll through her.

Asher could hear what she was doing in her room, the friction of his underwear and jeans pressing against him increasing the dull ache deep inside of him into something primal, the sensitive head of his cock telling him he needed release.

With a groan, he heaved himself up from his propped position over the sink and moved towards her door. He opened it, pausing for only a moment before letting himself in. He watched her on the bed, one hand frantically rubbing her cunt, the other twisting and teasing a nipple. She hadn’t even noticed him come in. He dropped his pants and underwear, stepping out of them as he skinned out of his shirt. He moved toward the bed and maneuvered himself over her, her eyes finally opening as she realized he was there.

He ripped her hands away from her body and moved them to over her head, pinning them with his hand, raising her nipples towards him. She stared into his eyes, waiting for him to take her, giving over control to him. He took an erect point in his mouth and bit down softly, causing her to cry out softly, taking her to the edge of pain before licking away the ache. He continued to gently kiss and lick the hard point to ease the sting before repeating the actions on the other nipple. As she cried out again, waves of pleasure washed through her.

He smiled, as she squirmed and thrust under him. Her hands held tightly to the pillow above her head by his hands. He used his other hand to move her legs apart, his fingers moving up to the apex, feeling the smooth skin and dripping wetness there. He gave her clitoris a quick stroke before moving his cock into position.

Jenny felt the head of his massive cock pressing against her dripping lips, and she braced herself. She needed this; she desperately wanted his cock inside of her, but she knew its size and still felt apprehensive. He paused for longer than she expected, easing himself in, before plunging inside of her all at once. She cried out at the shock of his passage, feeling as though she would be ripped apart. He filled her completely and stretched her wider than she’d ever been before. He paused again for a moment to give her tightness a chance to relax and adjust to his size before beginning his rhythmic thrusting. With each movement of his hips, she was driven insane, the pleasure climbing higher with each hard, driving thrust. The sensation of being so filled, the friction, his gentle kisses on her neck, ears, and mouth—she could feel the waves of pleasure increasing in intensity and knew she would soon reach her climax.

Jenny’s tightness was driving him wild. With every movement, she seemed to clamp down around him as though she were milking his cock. He was beginning to sweat, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He had been too long without a woman, and with each squeeze, she drew him closer to the end. He could sense that she was close too, so he amped up his thrusting, drawing himself all of the way out before forcing himself back in with a fast plunge. She began crying out in pleasure, and he could feel her butterfly around his cock. He continued to drive into her, harder, faster, until with a deep grunt, he followed her into orgasm, collapsing on top of her as he filled her with his seed.

Jenny relished the feeling of him filling her, the spillover dripping out of her. It was so hot and thick, and in the throes of her orgasm, she savored the sensation of him coming inside her. They lay entangled together, each trying to get their breath back and find the energy to speak.

He slipped off to the side, his arms still wrapped around her as he tugged her in tight. He took a deep satisfied breath, as she wiggled in close, and he felt the need for sleep overcoming him.

As he tugged at her, she inched in close and began to slip into the darkness of sleep, the booze and energy used in the evening’s activities having drained her. She let out a jaw-cracking yawn then snuggled in tighter still. She was done for the night, but she knew they would have to repeat this performance another time.

Chapter 4

The next morning Asher woke first, his arms and legs still entangled with Jenny’s. She was sleeping peacefully, a gentle blush on her face as the weak morning sun beamed across the bed. He gently untangled their arms and legs and slipped out of the sheets. After a quick shower, he headed into the kitchen to make coffee.

Jenny joined him just as he was pouring the first cup, which he passed to her. She sat sleepily at the island, her hair mussed with a light robe wrapped loosely around her. She smiled at him bashfully, as she added cream and sugar, before lowering her head to take a sip. He poured himself a cup before sitting down across from her. Running his hand through his still damp hair, he braced himself for what he needed to say.

“Last night was amazing.”

He jumped as she spoke, seemingly talking to her coffee cup. He smiled wistfully. “Yeah, it was.”

“Who knew we’d be so compatible?” she said with a laugh.

He laughed but didn’t say anything. An awkward silence surrounded them for a moment before Asher finally found his courage. “It can’t happen again though.”

She looked up at him, stunned. “Why not?”

“It’s just a bad idea. Things’ll get messy. It was fun, but you were a little drunk and—”

“I wasn’t that drunk,” she interjected.

“That’s why I said a little.” He grinned. “Look, it’s just a bad idea. There are so many variables at stake here. Besides, this is only going to end badly. When your dad sorts all this out, I’m going to have to leave and one of us will wind up hurt.” He paused for a moment to look at her. “It probably won’t be me.”

Jenny slammed her cup back onto the counter, outraged. “What on earth do you mean by that?” she exclaimed.

“Nothing. I’m just saying. That’s usually how these things go,” Asher replied, his gaze directed to the counter top where the coffee had spilled from Jenny’s cup.

“And this too? Is that how this goes? An admittedly wonderful night together, then I’m just cast aside? Thrown away like trash, like garbage? Like a whore?” Jenny watched, as the spasm of shame whipped quickly over Asher’s face. “It is, isn’t it? You were just using me!”

Asher’s head jerked up at the statement, anger written on his face. “Don’t say that when you were the one who started it. I tried to stop you. You used me, either because you were horny or maybe it was some weird way to get back at your dad—either way, it wasn’t me that was the user. You took me along for the ride.”

Jenny stared into Asher’s eyes a moment before getting to her feet. “You are
such
an asshole!” she exclaimed before stomping away to her bedroom.

***

The next few days, in the lead up to Christmas, the apartment was a very awkward place to be. Whilst they did continue their firearm training with some modicum of civility, there was a clear cloud above their heads. Neither wanted to broach the subject of that night and neither felt they needed to apologize. It was a feedback loop of negative feelings towards each other. The longer one took to apologize, the less the other felt they themselves needed to, and vice versa.

It was a miserable, rainy, afternoon when Asher’s phone rang. It was the Boss. They had been sitting in her apartment, ignoring each other, and he was glad for the distraction.

“Asher.”

“Asher, I need you to bring Jenny to the clubhouse. I have news.”

“Be there in an hour.” He killed the call before he rose from the couch and opened her bedroom door. “Get your shoes on. Your dad wants to see us.”

***

John looked up as they entered the office, his head resting on his hand. He looked tired, the previous weeks adding years and lifetimes to his face. He smiled slightly then indicated they both should take a seat before the desk. It was clear they weren’t getting along, which made it harder for him to share his update.

“We’ve decided to stop the investigation for now. It’s getting too risky; there’s already some suspicion that the Trifectas are on to us. We need to lay low a while and see what develops.” He held a hand up to pause Jenny, who had opened her mouth to speak. “This means that you two are going to be together a while longer.” He moved his gaze to meet Asher’s. “Is that alright, Ash?”

The two men’s silent gaze and understanding was interrupt by a pointed cough from Jenny. “Were you intending on asking if it was okay with me, Dad?” she said sourly.

“No. You have no choice in the matter. Someone will be with you at all times. Asher has a choice and can be replaced. But as you’ve tolerated each other this long… a while longer won’t hurt.”

He looked down again, rubbing his temples. There was a lot going in the club at the moment that he didn’t want either of these two to know about. He was glad Asher was spending so much of his time away from here. He wanted the boy focused on protecting Jenny, not worrying about him and his prospects. He’d manage to sort everything out eventually. He raised his head again to look at the two young faces staring back at him… Jenny in anger and discontent, Asher serious and stoic.

“Is there a problem here?”

“No,” Asher said.

“Yes,” Jenny said at the same time.

John sighed.
Why can’t anything be easy?
“What? You want someone other than Asher?”

“Yes. Pick someone else.”

John grimaced. “Fine. Asher, get Marbles up here.”

“Marbles?” he asked, his surprise clear on his face.

“You heard me.”

Asher sat for a heartbeat. “You got it,” he said as he rose.

“Who’s Marbles?”

“The only other guy I can spare.”

A few moments later, Asher and an enormous man appeared in the office. Marbles had to weigh 350 pounds if he weighed an ounce, and he was puffing like an idling steam engine from the walk up the steps. He was dressed in the same black leathers as the rest of the club, but his shirt was stained with an abstract of ketchup and mustard spills. He was about her dad’s age and was missing most of his hair and couple of his teeth. What hair he did have was pulled back into a greasy ponytail.

“Marbles, you take over for Asher.”

“You… got it… Boss,” he wheezed.

Jenny pursed her lips in annoyance. She couldn’t have Mr. Wheezy staying in her apartment. He would break her couch... and what would her friends say? “Never mind. I don’t think he would find the couch very comfortable to sleep on. Asher is fine. I’m used to him being around anyway.” 

“Make up your fucking mind,” her dad snapped.

“Asher, okay? You don’t have to be so grouchy!”

“I wouldn’t be grouchy if you would just make up your mind. Thanks Marbles, but never mind. Asher, get her out of here and keep her safe.”

***

Jenny was trembling with rage as she left the building, completely ignoring the curious stares that followed her as she stormed through the bar, her eyes narrow slits and her fists clenched tight. Before Asher had a chance to stop her, she got behind the wheel of her car and waited impatiently for him to join her. He’d just clicked his seatbelt when the engine wailed to life and the car lunged backwards. He gripped tightly to the handle over the door, legs tensed against the foot well and his other hand against the dash, as she stabbed the brakes and the car lurched to a stop. With a brutal shove of the gear lever, she jammed the car into gear and raced out of the club parking lot, barely slowing as she turning into the road. She raced through town, jinking through traffic, and he could feel nervous sweat beginning to form, though he said nothing, not wanting to add to her anger. His eyes widened in fear as she suddenly, and dramatically, crossed several lanes of traffic on the edge of control to join Highway 1, causing every other driver to swerve and brake in panic and a blare of car horns.

“Can you believe him? He treats me like a little girl. I’m not a little girl; I’m a grown goddamn woman. He needs to start treating me like one,” Jenny railed as she raced south, her foot hard down on the accelerator, tailgating and weaving through traffic. “And to top it off, he hasn’t done a damn thing. Not one fucking thing about my mother’s killer!” She took one hand off the wheel to wipe her eye when an unexpected tear formed. “Lay low. See what develops. It’s such bullshit. Who cares if the Trifecta are on to us? I say we just take them on and wipe them out.”

She darted off the highway, the Cayman slamming to a stop at the stoplight, as she revved the engine impatiently, waiting on the light to turn. Asher’s knuckles had turned white from his grip. It was one thing to be a good driver where you could afford to take a few risks, but driving recklessly from rage was madness. He also hadn’t planned on dying in a Porsche. On his beloved bike, maybe, but not in this shoebox of a car with an enraged woman at the wheel. The moment the light went green, Jenny revved the engine hard and dumped the clutch, the car lunging away, each gear changing snapping his head back as she took her anger out on her car.

When she pulled to a stop in the garage, Asher could barely let go of the handle. He pried his fingers off of the handle and got somewhat shakily out of the car. He turned to look at Jenny, as she continued her rant.

“It’s just not fair. My mom’s dead, and no one cares. Not one goddamn person gives a shit,” she wiped her eyes again, as more tears flooded down her cheeks. Asher tentatively moved closer to her, before placing his arms gently around her shoulders. She leaned into his warm embrace.

“I care.”

She looked into his eyes and realized it was true. He did care. He wasn’t very good at showing it, but he did. She reached her hand up to his face and stroked it slowly. He closed his eyes at her touch, and she heard him breathe deeply through his nose as she tentatively reached behind his head to bring his face down to hers. He began to move closer, before stopping and looking furtively around.

“Not here.”

He kept his arm around her waist, as they made their way up from the underground garage to her apartment. He didn’t know what he was doing, but after what she’d said, he couldn’t resist her. When she looked as she did now, like a fragile little bird, he just wanted to protect her, save her, stop anything else from hurting her ever again. He wanted to see her smile. But he couldn’t admit any of this to her. For the moment, he would make her feel good in the only way he knew for sure would work.

They entered the apartment and closed the door behind him, as he gently took her face in his hands and kissed her softly on the lips. He slid his hands down her back and lifted her up so she straddled him before he carried her to the bedroom. He lay her on the bed, as if she were something fragile and precious, and delicately and methodically began removing her clothes. She was gazing up at him tenderly, her hand reaching out to his face again. Once most of both of their outer clothes were removed, he lay down on his side beside her, his hand drawing her face to his.

He kissed her softly, tentatively, quite unlike the last time. He slowly moved his hand across her body, leaving soft little prickles across her skin. She slowly removed her underwear, and he followed her lead. His penis was fully erect and just as alarmingly large as before. But she remembered the pleasure it gave her and began to stroke it softly. After a moment, she bowed her head and began using her mouth and hand simultaneously to stimulate him. He let out a sigh of pleasure, as he rolled to his back. She wrapped her moist lips around his head, her tongue dancing across it, applying light suction to increasing his sensitivity.

Her hand and mouth moved at the same time, stroking up and down his shaft, her hand twisting as it went. His hips started bucking, as the pleasure built within him. Just before he was about to reach his climax, he stopped her and smiled. She took his meaning and moved until she was straddling him, holding herself above his throbbing member.

Breathing steadily, she lowered herself until just the tip was inside of her. She held it there for a moment, having to get used to the girth of him again. Then, taking a deep breath, she lowered herself, the length of him sliding inside. She moaned, as the size of him surprised her again and held still for a moment, as she adjusted to his size. He watched her patiently, waiting for her to be ready until after a moment, she began her rhythmic grinding. With each movement of her hips, she contracted her pussy walls, squeezing his sausage tight. Her breasts swayed gently with her rhythm, and she smiled, as she watched his eyes focus on her breasts, their soft movement tantalizing him.