Page 14 of Falling for Her
I chuckle and pull out of her mouth, making her moan, but she soon gasps as I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach, then lift her ass off the bed, and without a second thought, I bend and latch onto her sensitive large clit in between my lips and suck hard making her scream in pleasure as she arches her back and even as she thrashes around. I suck her clit hard, gripping her ass cheeks to keep her in place and within seconds her second orgasm takes over and she squirts into my mouth. I groan as I take her pussy lips and suck, living my best life after missing out.
“Can’t we go again?” Candy whispers from my bed, twirling her hair in her finger, and I chuckle as I do my jeans up.
After I got her off with my mouth, my dick was hard again, so of course, I fucked her pussy this time while fingering her ass, and I didn’t blow my load down her throat until she came at least twice, and yet she’s biting her bottom lip looking at my bare chest like I’m a piece of meat.
I swear the clubwhores are hornier than the brothers.
“No can do. I promised Hammer I’d help him out this afternoon at the shop,” I say as I grab my shirt and put it on before I pick up her dress and throw it her way.
She giggles as it hits her face and quickly puts on the small fabric she calls a dress. I grab my cut, the leather feeling wrong in my hands, and I pause a second, looking at it.
I always wanted this and pictured myself wearing it with pride, but now, just the feel of it in my hands makes me itch.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, handsome,” Candy whispers as she walks past me, touching my ass on her way out and I chuckle as I put the leather on reluctantly before looking around my bare room checking I haven’t left anything behind, knowing I’ll most likely sleep in my tattoo chair again tonight.
Swallowing, I turn and leave my room, locking the door behind me, not that there is anything in there for the clubwhores to fuck around with.
“Bullet, go right, change it up,” Acid shouts from the fight room to my left and I sigh.
I haven’t trained with him in a while, haven’t been to a match and I know I should go in there but I just…. Fuck. Instead of going to see my boys, I turn and walk to the common room.
I don’t want to be here more than I have to, and I also don’t want to lie to my best friends. They think I’m like this because I’m heartbroken, but the truth is far fucking worse.
With my pace set on the front door, I ignore everyone as I enter the common room but before I can make it to the steps, I hear, “Yo, Jokester, Pres needs to see you,” and I groan.
Great.
Gritting my teeth, I turn and give Slick a nod, realizing it was he who spoke, and change my direction.
“Jokester…” I hear Bethany plead as I walk past her near the pool table, intending to ignore her, which she doesn’t take too kindly. She grabs my arm, but I pull out of her grip, even as her nails dig in, cutting my arm, not stopping.
“For god's sake, Bethany!” I hear Louise snap as I walk away.
“What? He won’t talk to me and now he’s screwing the club whores to punish me!” Bethany snaps back as I walk down the hallway to the president’s office.
Of course, because everything I do is to punish a girl I was forced to date.
“Because you two are broken up, and your sleeping around and just having had an abortion may have something to do with it,” Slick replies to her, and several gasps can be heard.
Shaking my head, not surprised, I walk into Butcher's office without knocking, and he and, shocker, my dad look at me.
Butcher sighs, “Shut the door, Jokester,” but I stay where I’m standing in the doorway, cross my arms over my chest, and raise my brow.
“I think I’d rather it stays open Pres. What can I do for you?” I say, and Dad sighs while Butcher looks down for a moment as Louise’s shouted, “What does he mean you had an abortion?!” can be heard.
Butcher shakes his head and leans down before he grabs something beside him and throws it on his desk and it takes everything within me not to lunge at him as anger takes hold when I see the ‘Property of Jokester,’ and my nostrils flare.
“Now I know you want to shout and everything but fuck, Bethany is off the rails again, and you are the only one who can keep her on the leash without me having to send her away and breaking my old lady’s heart like Hammer had to do with Victoria,” he says, and his eyes go to my cut, and he sighs, “I need you to do this, or I need your patch.”
I chuckle darkly, not surprised he’s using my cut and place within the club against me, and my dad rasps, “Son, please. There is shit you don’t know. Bethany, she….”
I cut my dad off, and I snap, “I don’t give a shit about anything that has to do with Bethany! She could be fucking blackmailing you for all I care, but this,” I point at the cut on the desk, “is out of fucking line!”
I feel someone come up behind me, and Butcher quickly says, “Damian,” but I ignore him and the figure I can feel standing behind me, and I growl, “I said fucking no, and this bullying bullshit is fucking done, and so am I!”
Butcher’s eyes widen as Bullet's voice rings out, “What the fuck is going on in here?”
I ignore him and my shocked father, keeping eye contact with Butcher and sneer, “For years you have held this patch,” I slam my fist over my cut, “against me, and for years I haven’t felt like family but still stayed for my best friend and now, that stops.”
