The Devil's Bed (Sensual Romance, M.C Bikers Alpha Male) (2 page)

He decided for her as he brushed her hands aside and brought her close to him. He bent his neck down and kissed her so passionately that she thought her heart might burst. She relaxed her body and accepted his decision. She reached down and tugged at the belt of his soaking wet pants and he unbuckled them for her. She unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to his ankles.

She squatted down before him and slid his boxers down over his large cock. Her eyes grew wide at the size of it and covered her mouth as she stared in amazement. To her, his shaft was perfect. It was about seven to eight inches long and about an inch and a half wide. As she reached up and took it in her hand, she could feel how soft but firm it was. She lifted it up to her mouth and hovered over the tip, teasing him just like he did to her. He could feel her breath on it and wanted her to put it in her mouth more than anything. She kept her lips just close enough for him to feel the warmth of her mouth as she began to rub it.

Marcus reached down with his hand and ran his fingers though her hair. She loved the feeling of his fingertips on her scalp. She wanted him to pull on her hair as she pleasured him. She slowly slid the tip of his cock into her mouth and rubbed her tongue around it. He moaned as the feeling of her mouth touched his skin. She could feel his shaft becoming erect as she licked him. It grew larger and larger the more she teased him with her tongue. She loved how his skin tasted. She took him into her mouth as far as she could. She felt the tip hitting the back of her throat as she began to relax her muscles.

Marcus grabbed the back of Samantha’s head and pulled it into him firmly. She felt his cock slid deep into her throat and she felt her body gag slightly as it went all the way it. She pulled away slightly but suddenly knew she liked the feeling. She took him back into her mouth and slid him back in all the way. She massaged him with her throat muscles and caused him to moan loudly. He tilted his head back as he began to move his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her mouth. She reached around and grabbed his ass with both hands and she bobbed her head back and forth with his movements.

As she felt his shaft slide in and out of her mouth, she could feel the wetness in between her legs grow more intense. She reached down and slid two fingers in between her pussy. She began to rub her clit in unison with Marcus’s hips. She wanted to feel his hard cock inside her and slid her fingers into her wet hole. She moaned softly into his shaft as she felt her fingers pleasuring her. Marcus sensed that she was ready and pulled away from her. He stood her up for a moment and turned her around to face the small sink in the room. He leaned her forward and bent her over the sink.

Samantha widened her stance and leaned on the sink. She wiggled her round, curvy hips at him and he smiled. He stood close behind her and reached back to give her a big spank. The moment his hand connected with her skin, she could feel the sting shoot through her body like electricity. The pain she felt was so pleasurable she couldn’t control the volume of her moaning. She yelped loudly and moaned as she felt him rub the spot on her skin her slapped, prolonging the sting. Her white skin turned bright red as he left a handprint on her ass.

Admiring his handiwork, Marcus reached back with his other hand and slapped Samantha’s opposite cheek. The pleasure flowed straight to her pussy as she felt his strong hand collide with her ass. Her curves wiggled with the force of his slap. She gasped loudly and moaned as she felt the sting flow down her body. Her toes curled in pleasure and she shook her ass at him, telling him to do more than tease her. He grabbed her hip with his left hand and guided his cock with his right. He rubbed the tip on her pussy a few times before bringing it to her wet hole. She could feel its girth on her slit as he rubbed it on her.

Marcus slowly inserted himself between her soft wet lips. He could feel how wet she was inside as his tip slid in. The warmth of her body caused waves of sexual energy to flow through his shaft as he slid in deeper. Samantha tilted her head back as she felt his cock slid inside her deeply. It stretched her skin as he thrust inside. She loved the way his hard shaft felt against her pussy. She felt the tip slide past her g-spot and her legs twitched involuntarily. Marcus pushed and pulled his hips back and forth slowly a few times, letting her feel every inch. She could feel it throbbing inside her as he slid in and stayed still for a moment.

Samantha could no longer take it. She began pushing her hips back into him hard and fast. Marcus moaned as she took him completely inside her and bounced off his hips before sliding back out. He matched her movements which became fast and strong. He grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her into him and she thrust backwards. She could feel his cock sliding deep inside and felt her orgasm build. She could feel the tip of his shaft hitting her g-spot perfectly every time he thrust in, causing her to tilt her head back and her eyes to roll back. She moaned loudly as she felt herself coming closer to climax.

Marcus slapped her ass hard as he thrust in deep. Samantha loved the way the sting flowed through her body as she felt him hitting her g-spot. Just as he thrust in one last time, she felt his cum flow into her as his cock pulsed inside. At that moment, she leaned backwards into him as he embraced her from behind. Her orgasm released and she screamed in ecstasy. Her toes clenched up tight and her hands balled into fists as her climax reached its peak.

Still feeling him inside her, her sexual release continued to flow through her in large waves. Her legs grew weak and shook uncontrollably as her orgasm started to subside. Marcus held her close and kept her upright as found it increasingly hard to stand on her own. He turned her around and picked her up and into his arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and they both panted. She leaned down and kissed him passionately as she felt her heart begin to find a special place for him.

Samantha pulled back slightly and looked him deep in the eyes. She smiled big at him and he smiled back. They laughed for a moment just before they heard the door to the shower pound loudly.

“This is the police, open up,” bellowed an officer outside the door.

They both looked at each other as fear overtook Samantha’s pleasure.

“What are we going to do,” she asked Marcus, whispering

“I don’t know,” he replied. “I’ll think of something.” He set Samantha down and looked around the room for something he could use as a weapon.

“Just a minute,” Samantha said loudly and thinking quick. “Look, I’ll stall them for a moment; you think you can squeeze though that window up there?”

“That one up there,” Marcus asked pointing to the window at the top of the wall. “I suppose but how can I get up there?”

“Use the trash bin,” she whispered back. “Once you make it up there, I’ll move it and you can slide out while I open the door.”

“But they will see me,” he said unbelievingly.

“That’s why I’ll turn on the shower to its hottest setting. The steam should give you enough cover to get out,” she replied quickly. “Now just go!”

“I’ll give you to the count of five,” the officer yelled.

“I said give me a moment,” Samantha yelled back. “I’m having lady issues here. Do you want to come in and help?”

“Uh, no,” the officer said uncomfortably. “Look just open the door when you are ready ok? Just don’t take all day.”

Samantha had already turned on the shower to super hot and the steam began to build up inside the room. Marcus stood on the trash bin and wiped away the steam from the window so he could see outside. Once the coast was clear, he signaled to Samantha who gave him a quick thumbs up. She pulled her dress up and refastened her bra. She pulled her hair back and used a rubber band she found on the sink to tie it into a ponytail. Marcus opened the window and jumped up so he could slide out. At that moment, Samantha opened the door as steam rushed out of the room. The officer outside took a step back as the intense moisture billowed out of the room.

“Excuse me Miss,” the officer said. “Do you have anyone else in there with you?”

“Does it look like I have anyone else in here,” she said trying to sound annoyed. “And when is it okay to pound on the door and scare the crap out of people?”

“I do apologize Miss but we are looking for a possible fugitive,” he replied.

“A fugitive,” she asked. “Like an escaped convict?”

“Yes Miss,” he replied. “A dangerous criminal. He was seen on Main Street a little while ago after he allegedly got into an altercation with a member of a rival Biker gang.”

“Well no I haven’t seen anyone like that,” she said. “You are more than welcome to check the stall if you’d like.” She pretended to let her hand slip and the door closed behind her and locked.

The officer tried the door handle and realized it was locked. He looked at the signed posed next to the door and saw that it was several quarters to reopen it. He searched his pockets before giving up. As he patted his slacks, Samantha looked to her left and saw Marcus slip away unnoticed. Her heart sank a bit to know that he was an escaped convict and a Biker gang member. She knew he was possibly dangerous but she had no idea just what he was all about. She felt her eyes well up slightly. She took a deep sigh and fought off the tears.

“Look, can I go,” she asked the confused officer. “I have to be somewhere in a half an hour.”

“Of course Miss,” the officer replied. “If you happen to remember anything about seeing a tall man with dark black hair and tattoos, please call the number on this card.”

“Ok so should I call it now,” she said sarcastically. “Because there are about a hundred or more people fitting that description today.”

“Of course not,” he replied sounding annoyed. “This man has a very distinguishable tattoo of a rose on the back of his neck. It is very large and hard to miss. It’s the symbol of a Death Angel member.”

“Death Angel, what is that,” she asked.

“It’s a notorious Biker gang that happens to be feuding with another gang called the Devil’s Rejects. That man I told you about got into a fight with one of their members.”

“Ok, I will surely call if I happen to see someone who matches that description,” she replied.

“Thank you for your time Miss,” the officer said as he walked away.

Samantha felt several different things all at once, as she learned Marcus’s true identity. Having just learned he was a gang member who was evading the law, she felt relief that she was not hurt. However, at the same time, she was also conflicted about her personal feelings for him. They had shared a very intimate embrace and her heart felt that she could trust him. Her common sense on the other had told her to took the other way and forget all about him. She ultimately decided not to pursue him that day and went home.

“Who who is,” Amber asked confused.

“Huh,” Samantha asked breaking her trail of thought.

“You just said that you still didn’t know who he is,” Amber replied. “Who is he?”

“O-oh,” Samantha said coming out of her daydream. “I’m sorry. I was just talking to myself.”

“Ooook,” Amber replied looking very confused. She knew she had a strange friend. They had been best friends since kindergarten but she was starting to wonder about Samantha. “So Miss Dolly Daydream, where do you want to go next?”

“I actually kind of wanted to watch the Bikers go by when they parade later today,” Samantha replied without a beat.

“Aww do we really have to,” Amber asked sounding very disappointed. “You know how much I hate the smell of exhaust and dirty old men.”

“You don’t have to come with me Amber,” Samantha said annoyed. “We can do things separately on occasion.”

“Sure thing,” Amber replied sounding hurt. “We’ve only spent every year here together you know.”

“Amber I’m sorry,” Samantha said as she hugged her tenderhearted friend. “I didn’t mean it that way. I was just trying to say that if the smell offends you, I can meet you somewhere afterwards. It should not take too long. The parade only lasts a few minutes right?”

“Yeah I guess you are right,” Amber said cheering up. “I’ll meet you by the cotton candy when you’re all done.”

“Thanks Am,” Samantha said as she smiled at her.

“Sure thing,” Amber replied as she headed off on her own.

Samantha was relieved that she was able to convince Amber to let her be for the parade. She was afraid that Amber would notice her excitement if she happen to see Marcus. She was anxious about the possibility of seeing him again and did not know why she still had feelings for him when she knew how dangerous he was. She could not help herself. As the parade started, the loud sound of a hundred or more motorcycles blazed through the ears of everyone on Main Street. The bikers knew how loud their hogs were and cranked the gas as they rode by, making the sound even louder. Some of them smirked as a couple of children were frightened by the sound.

Samantha watched and scanned each face as they rode past, hoping to see someone familiar. After a few minutes, she began to lose hope. The only person she recognized was the awful man that Marcus had defended her from when they first met. He laughed loudly as his biker girl whispered something in his ear. The girl stared at Samantha as the rode by and the man winked at her, sending shivers down her spine. After another few minutes, Samantha decided to leave. She felt she was foolish for ever thinking that Marcus would come for her. As the parade seemed to end, the sound of another group of bikers quickly brought up the rear.

Samantha turned and saw a group of twenty or so bikers speed by. She saw the red rose on the back of one of their necks and her heart skipped a beat. She scanned each face as her excitement knew no bounds. She felt like a lovesick teenager at a boy band concert. After the entire group past by, her heart sunk when she did not see Marcus. She looked at the ground like a lost puppy and decided she would take a walk before meeting Amber. She did not want to seem sad in front of her since Amber was incessant about garnering information that Samantha did not like sharing.

As she walked down to the end of Main Street, she looked out at the docks and towards the shower buildings where her whole life had changed. She was about to turn back when she heard people talking loudly. Just across the street, the Death’s Angels parked their motorcade near a small tavern. She looked over at them and saw a woman sitting on a motorcycle facing the wrong direction. As she walked by, she noticed that the woman was straddling a man who was also sitting on the bike. She squinted to focus on the man’s face and to her surprise, it was Marcus. Her heart skipped and sunk at the same time as she realized the woman was rubbing herself all over Marcus, kissing his neck and whispering in his ear.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she began running down Main Street. Marcus sat on his bike annoyed at the girl trying to vie for his attention. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and heard crying. He looked up to see Samantha running away and he pushed the woman off his lap. He tried to start his bike but it stalled on him twice. Cussing at his hog, he got up and jogged after Samantha. She had already turned down a side street by the time he caught up with her. Unfortunately, Samantha ran right into the Devil’s Rejects motorcade.

Marcus stopped and hid behind a parked car as Samantha tried running past the bikers but one in particular paid close attention to her. It was starting to get dark quickly and luckily he was not noticed. Marcus turned around and ran away before anyone saw him, making his way back to the tavern.

“Where do you think you’re goin’ pretty little lady,” the biker said as he grabbed her by the arm and squeezed.

“Please let me go,” Samantha replied as she tried to pull away.

“Oooh no,” the biker said. “You and I have unfinished business.”

“Leave me alone,” Samantha yelled as she tried again to escape but to no avail.

“Do you remember me pretty girl,” the biker said sneering at her. “I bet you do. You are the one who caused my bike to fall and for my nose to get broken.”

At that moment, Samantha looked up and recognized the biker that Marcus fought. His nose was broken horribly and he could barely breathe through it from the sounds he made. He squeezed her arm tighter and pulled her closer to him.

“I think it’s high time we repay the favor don’t we boys,” he said laughing. He had every intention of raping Samantha. He wanted her to suffer for his pain and humiliation. Just as he tried to grope Samantha, a man standing in the middle of the street yelled for him to stop.

“Let her go Nate,” the man said.

“Who the fuck is this asshole,” Nate, the biker with the broken nose said. He turned on the headlight to his bike. Marcus covered his eyes slightly as they adjusted to the brightness.

“I said let her go Nate,” Marcus repeated. “Don’t make me say it again.

“Fuck you Marcus,” Nate replied. “You’ve had your fun with this one. Now it’s my turn. “Samantha sobbed uncontrollably as her fear set in. She did not know what would happen to her and she was not only scared for herself, but for Marcus as well. He stood alone on an empty street against ten mean gang members who all began to surround him. “It looks like your number is up asshole.”

“How do you figure,” Marcus said. “One of me against ten dumb shits makes for a pretty fair fight I’d say.”

“I’d watch your pretty mouth asswipe,” Nate replied. The bikers surrounding Marcus dropped heavy chains from their hands. Samantha gasped as she knew Marcus would get hurt from them.

“The way I see it Nate, you either let her go or else,” Marcus said.

“Or else what fuck face,” Nate replied laughing.

“Or else this,” Marcus said as the other twenty-five members of the Death’s Angels pulled around the corner and stopped just behind him. “Now again, let her go Nate.”

“Come here and take her,” Nate said as he threw Samantha onto his bike and started it. “You so much as some an inch closer and she’s dead meat.”

“We’ll see who’s dead soon enough,” Marcus said in the calmest voice he could muster. “Let’s get ‘em boys.”