“Oh, and Liam, you ever fucking come here again, I’ll end you,” he says so calmly that it even unnerves me. Liam eyeballs him, but nods before turning and dragging Brandy to his car, which is sat just outside the compound gates. Drifter turns to the brothers.
“How the fuck did he get in here?” he growls, and the brothers all look at each other. “This compound should not be for any Tom, Dick or fucking Harry to stroll in here and smash our fucking windows.” He’s pissed, and I don’t blame him. Our hands are currently tied with Liam and the courts being involved. Slayer rushes out the doors, doing up his zip.
“Shit, what the fuck I miss?” He looks around, his eyes land on Drifter, and he realises he’s fucked up.
“Was you on gate duty?” Drifter asks.
“Yeah I just needed -” In that moment, Sasha slides out behind him, adjusting her hair, she giggles, and Slayer eyeballs her.
“Just needed a quick fuck and the club windows get smashed in, are you a fucking moron?” I shout.
“Er - Sorry.”
“You fucking will be,” Drifter says, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck dragging him back inside.
“I wouldn’t wanna be Slayer right now,” Bella mutters.
“It’s his own fucking fault, if that wasn’t your puny ex and some rival club, then we might not even be having this conversation right now.” I lift her off the ground, wrapping her legs around my waist. “But that shit right there was fucking hot as hell.” I kiss her, my tongue tangles with hers, and I feel the length of my cock harden against my jeans.Fuck, I’m like a horny teenager all over again.She breaks the kiss panting.
“You give me strength,” she whispers. “The old scared me has since left the building and I like who I have become.”
Bella
I was no longer the weak woman he met that night, standing alone and cold on the bridge. He had given me power that I had never had before, he believed in me when no one else did, and that gave me strength. I was no longer broken, I was empowered. I never would have dreamed of standing up to Liam before today, I felt my legs virtually go from under me as I stood behind Clay. When he reached for me, I knew I was no longer alone. I was standing amongst a group of bikers that had taken me in as their own. They had offered me shelter, but most importantly, they had offered me a family.
Clay carries me up to our room, like I didn’t weigh anything. I can feel the urgency in his walk, striding the stairs two at a time, he backs into our room closing the door with his foot. He slides me down his body and I feel his cock straining against his jeans, I grin up at him towering over me. He pulls my shirt up over my head, discarding it on the floor. I grab at his zip releasing his manhood, he grabs my wrist before I get a chance to wrap my palm around it, turning me around and pushing me up against the door, he takes both wrists in his palm, lifting them above my head and gripping them tightly against the door holding me in place. He nibbles on my neck as I lean into him. He bites my ear, his heavy breathing showing how hard he is trying to take his sweet time. He slides his other hand up my body slowly, tormenting me until he releases my breast from its bra. I groan in satisfaction when he grips my nipple, it pebbling instantly under his expert touch. He rolls it between his fingers, and I push my arse against him, his cock solid against my arse.
“I’m going to fuck this arse,” he whispers in my ear, and something that would usually disgust me excites me. He runs his hand down my abdomen, pushing my jeans from my hips with his free hand.
“Do not move,” he orders, releasing my wrists. I instinctively go to move them, but he slides them back into place. “I said don’t move,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. My breathing hitches, and I swallow hard, the slow onslaught is driving me crazy. My cunt twitches with the need to be touched. His hand slides down my body as he pushes my jeans down my legs, tapping them one at a time for me to step out of them. His hands glide up my legs, and he brushes lightly over my sweet spot. I groan, and as quickly as he is there, he removes it. I can feel his grin against my skin as he feathers kisses up my back.
“Please,” I whimper, a small beg is all he needs before he slips his fingers under my thongs, his fingers advancing slowlythrough my folds, the slickness of my arousal coats his fingers. He rubs circles on my clit, his other hand running the length of my body, his hand tightens lightly around my neck, and I whimper. He moves it hastily, and I grip his hand, guiding it back. He grips gently and it excites me, he slides his fingers into my cunt collecting my arousal before increasing the pressure on my clit, he tightens his hold ever so slightly and I feel that familiar feeling bubbling, I lean my head back on his shoulder, I feel my legs begin quiver under me.
“Let go,” he purrs, and it’s enough to send me crumbling. I feel the wetness seep between my legs. He continues to rub and my legs buckle under me, he removes his hand from my neck to support my weight. Before I can catch my breath, Clay picks me up and drops me on to the bed, before removing his kutte and shirt. He pushes down his jeans, his cock glistens at the head. He removes my thongs and as he does he slides his tongue in my dripping wet pussy, humming his approval.
“Fucking divine.”
He flips me over, and I let out a yelp. He drags my arse in the air, smoothing his hand over my arse, he trails his finger to my arse hole, and I throw a look over my shoulder. A mix of emotions pass over me, nervousness, excitement, but most of all the thrill of having this man claim every part of me. He pushes his thumb against the hole, and I clench up.
“Relax,” he whispers, running his other hand under me and teasing my clit, I close my eyes and relax into his touch. “That’s my good girl.” My head drops to the bed, my arse high in the air, I can feel my climax building in the pit of my stomach as he applies gradual pressure to my arse hole, whilst massaging my clit with his other. He pushes his thumb against my hole, and I whimper. My legs quiver, my breathing erratic when he pushes in farther.
“Fuck,” I cry out, my body begins convulsing against his thumb. “Clay,” I scream.
He removes his thumb, pushing his cock at the entrance of my arse, I feel it clench around him, accommodating him. My body is still riding out the wave of my climax.
“Fuck,” he lets out a guttural moan. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” He grabs my hips roughly, forcing his way in. I clench my teeth, the pain mixed with fucking raw pleasure takes over. He continues his assault on my arse, as I ride out my own release, there’s not enough time to get over the second orgasm before I’m hit with another. I grab the pillow from the bed, screaming into it, I never thought that being fucked up the arse would be so fucking hot. I convulse around him, I feel a gushing between my legs, my arousal drenching the bed beneath me. He grunts out his own release and collapses on top of me before rolling onto his back.
“Holy fucking shit, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he pants out, his voice low, spent. I cover my face, embarrassed. I have never squirted before, and now I feel ashamed. He removes the pillow from me. I feel my face flush, and it’s not from being fucked into oblivion. “Don’t hide from me.” I turn my head to the side to look at him.
“I’ve never . . .” I stutter, before covering my face with my hands.
“You’ve never had anal before?” he asks.
“Erm, yes, no. Fuck.” He places his hands over mine, pulling them away from my face, smirking at my embarrassment. “I’ve never had anal before, no, but I’ve never… you know.” I nod down to the soaking sheets below me.
“What, gushed?” he doesn’t seem phased. I shake my head, mortified. He kisses me tenderly on the forehead. “Beaut, that was the fucking hottest thing ever, knowing that I can bring you to that level. That I can claim every part of you. Fuck,it’s sexy.” He runs his hand over my back, making small, delicate movements. I smile at him, closing my eyes, completely satisfied.
Chapter Twenty One
