Page 12 of No Chance in Hell


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The curve of her pink lips told him she knew just how close to the brink he was and that she was enjoying the moment. Fucking hell, she was the one now in control.

But Sonny didn’t play that way.

As strong as his desire was for sex, he was always the one with the upper hand. Letting Avery have any kind of power over him was not happening. It took every ounce of his willpower, but he stepped back and shook his head.

“Stop playing with fire. You don’t want me, and I don’t want you.”

If rejection didn’t set her running off, nothing would.

Avery got to her feet and dusted the snow off her denim kneecaps, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

“Your body says otherwise.”

“This is all for the bitch before you,” he countered.

Avery shook her head. “You’re a lot of things Sonny, but I never took you for a liar,” Avery taunted as she walked away, and his eyes locked onto her ass. “I’m heading up to Airdrie day after tomorrow. I’m sure the guys there will enjoy what I have to offer.”

The thought of other bikers, fuck, any man, getting the full view of Avery’s naked body made Sonny want to punch something. His dick and his brain were at war and neither was winning.

Relief couldn’t wait a second longer. He didn’t care how cold it was outside or who might be walking nearby.

As soon as Avery was out of sight, he unzipped his jeans and took himself in hand. His cock was so fucking hard, the pulsing head coated with pre-cum. Spitting in his hand, he jacked off frantically.

Every dirty image flashing through his mind had Avery as the star.

There was one fantasy he craved more than anything – her hands tied together above her head, legs splayed so he could eat her out at his leisure. Edging her until she begged, unable to do anything but submit to his desire.

Fuck, Sonny might be a liar, but he wasn’t stupid. Anything other than fantasizing about Avery was just asking for a shitload of trouble. He’d get this out of his system, and everything would be right in his world again.

With every stroke, his heavy balls tightened, and he braced himself on the brick wall with his other hand.

“Avery.”

Her name erupted from his lips in a loud groan as his forearm moved faster and faster.

She belonged in his bedroom, on her knees before him. Leaning closer, she nuzzled his balls, taking one in her mouth and sucking on it. Then the other, her tongue tracing a wicked path that made his body crave more. Wrapping his hand around her blonde hair, he urged her closer. She looked up at him with those hypnotic gold eyes, licking his cock, tonguing the slit. She opened her mouth and swallowed him down. He tugged on her hair and she moaned in response. The vibration on his cockhead had him ready to spill all his cum down her willing throat.

His balls drew up against his body and lightning raced up his spine.

“Avery! Fuck, yes!”

Pulsating pleasure consumed him, making his eyes roll back, his dick jerking as he shot his load all over the wall. Another tug and more cum dripped out, his hand covered in his hot, sticky release. He was breathing so hard in the cold that the puffs of white air looked like smoke against the darkened sky.

The force of the orgasm and the cool wind had his body shivering. Grabbing the edge of his t-shirt, he wiped off his hand and then zipped up, determined to get going.

But, fuck that was good. He couldn’t remember the last time masturbating was that satisfying. Thankfully, the wank session cleared his head too. He felt like himself again. Calm. Cool.

Now he could let go of these crazy thoughts about Avery.

“Bro, you’re so fucked.”

Sonny whirled around at the sound of Dante Houlos’ deep voice.

His club brother was shorter than Sonny by a few inches but wider, with bulky muscles that were honed by hours at the gym. With dark hair and eyes and more piercings than tattoos (and in hidden places he liked to brag about) Dante was one club member that was never short for company. He’d been part of the MC for five years, a former U.S. marine who worked hard to set up their body shop and expand the gun range. Dante had the kind of discipline that earned Sonny – and all his MC brothers’ - respect. He worked hard and partied harder.

“Why the hell is everyone interested in my sex life tonight?” Sonny grumbled.

“I don’t know what’s happened with you and Avery lately, but the pheromones are off the chart. Just fuck already and get it out of your system.”

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