Unbreakable (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 2) Read online

  He tasted so good, she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her throat, but he must have liked it because his eyes got wide and his mouth opened just a bit. It was as if he was trying to direct her without saying a word. She didn’t mind that, as long as he kept his eyes on her, and right then it looked like he was too invested to turn away. She knew that would happen – what man would turn down a nice soft suck whether he was mad or not – but she was always the greedy one; she wanted more. Was it bad that she wanted more participation from him? She wanted him putting his hands in her hair, telling her what he wanted her to do and whispering directions, but he didn’t seem to be ready or willing to do that yet. Those caresses and murmurs were for people who were forgiven while she was definitely not in that category. He almost seemed mad that he was enjoying this, but it wasn’t stopping him from taking the pleasure from her.

  Pulling off the large knob, she went to the base of his cock and licked a stripe from there to the tip, and the appreciative groan that was released from Tyson’s mouth was like a balm for Ella’s soul. She could do this all day, and she would until she was satisfied. She repeated the action a few times before lightly sucking each nut into her mouth and letting it go with a moan. The vibration would add a bit more to the action.

  “I don’t know exactly what you want from me, but you need to tell me now instead of this soft sucking shit. It’s driving me crazy.” Tyson didn’t sound angry, but she could tell he was tired of playing this game. It wasn’t a game though, and if she recalled correctly, he loved for her to suck him slowly and get him all worked up; he just wasn’t in the mood for it.

  “I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore.” Ella continued to lick and suck at him with her leisurely pace as she enjoyed him subtly thrusting his hips in her direction. He wanted deeper in her mouth. He wanted her to suck him hard and pump his shaft so he could come hard. He wasn’t feeling all lovey-dovey; he wanted to fuck. She knew this, but she wanted some things too. Maybe they could cooperate.

  “And you think getting on your knees and sucking me off is going to guarantee that I won’t be mad? You think since you’re sitting here all sexy and submissive I’ll forget you were going to turn me in for your gain?”

  When he put it like that, it did seem rather silly to think he wouldn’t be a bit upset, and she could even see why he may be questioning her actions now. It was confusing to her too. She’d never have slept with him if she’d known who he was when she sat next to him. Bruce should have told her a little more about what Tyson looked like. He gave her a name and a man’s description that could have been more than half of the people she saw that day. Tyson was the one that had given her the fake name and made her believe he wasn’t the mark she’d been looking for, but she didn’t think it would be a good time to place the blame in his lap although some of the responsibility was his.

  “I can see your point. If you have to be mad, then use me. I want the taste of your cock in my mouth, and I want to fuck, but I don’t like doing it with someone who is just standing there. If you don’t want to participate fine, but I don’t want to be with an emotionless drone.” She saw in his eyes that he didn’t like that and couldn’t explain the excitement she felt that there was some emotion in him. It felt like he’d just cut himself off from her, and it wasn’t a great feeling at all. She’d rather have anger, disappointment, and animosity than the lukewarm nothing she’d seen since he’d come back to get her. He was thinking about her words, and she didn’t know which way this was going to go.

  When he brought his hands to her head and gripped both sides, she knew a decision had been made. Her breath caught, and she wondered what he was up to. She opened her mouth because she anticipated he would slide his throbbing cock between her lips and help her finish what she’d started, but that wasn’t what he had in mind. He turned her head and lay his cock on her cheek rubbing himself all over her face. Tyson slid his cock’s head on her lips like it was Chap Stick and then guided it all around her face – her forehead, her cheeks, down the bridge of her nose –she’d never experienced anything like it. The gestures were almost loving, although she wondered if that is what he wanted her to get from that. It was like he was marking her, and she wouldn’t have thought it was a turn on if someone had asked, but it had gotten her so excited she was practically panting. When she looked up at him, she still wouldn’t say he looked happy, but he did look amused, and now she was the one who didn’t want to play.

  “Open wide, princess,” he murmured, and she did what he’d asked as if that was the name she’d answered to all her life.

  He pressed his cock deep into her mouth and pulled all the way out like he was teasing her with how much cock he would give her. This went on a few times, and the slow firm cadence in which he fed her his cock made her sticky with his pre-cum, but before she could reward his nasty sexiness by sucking harder or replacing his hand with hers on his shaft, he withdrew and rubbed the cock head against her lips. The mess he was making should have grossed her out a bit, but it was so different from how he’d been with her before. He’d been gentle before, and she’d liked that, but this was different. She didn’t know if this was his kind of punishment, but if that was the case, she was going to have to come up with other things that would piss him off. He held her head and his cock as he guided her to suck him the way he wanted, but he wouldn’t give her enough. Right when she got into a rhythm, he would stop her and pull out or put his wet cock on her face.

  “Don’t tease,” she said still looking up into his face. Those words actually brought a smile to his face, and she tried harder to catch him with her mouth. Now who was playing with whom?

  “This from the woman who was doing all those candy licks and soft sucks on my cock a few minutes ago? What was that if not a tease? You wanted me to take this situation into my hands and feed you my cock like I know you like it, but why should I?” He hadn’t stopped rubbing his cock on her face or moving so that she wouldn’t be able to get it when she tried, and that made this one of the strangest encounters she’d ever had. At least she could say that he didn’t look like he wasn’t participating or that she was sucking off an android. His mood seemed lighter, but how could it not be when you’re getting your cock sucked? That would have to do something, right?

  “Because you like it too, or don’t you remember? Feed me your cock, and let me remind you how much you like how I do it.” Her hunger for him made her bold, and for a second she thought he was going to push her away. He stood there holding his cock close to her mouth, but he’d not moved to do anything more. Rubbing the skin right under the head, she wondered if he was just going to jerk off on her face. She wouldn’t be opposed to that, but that would probably take her one step backward if that was what he wanted to show her what she meant to him.

  The grunt of noise was all he gave her before he slid deep into her mouth and sawed his cock back and forth. He held on to her head like it was a handle, and she was excited that he was finally giving her what she wanted. She grabbed on to his ass and wanted to make him as wound up as she was. This man knew how to turn her on, and the full fledge fuck he was giving her mouth coupled with his grunts and moans that were spilling out of him were going to make her come just rubbing her clit on the hard seam of her denim jeans.

  He was close, and she knew it, so she worked that much harder to get a powerful release for the man she felt she owed something to for giving her hope that all men weren’t assholes, but she also wanted to give him something because she had taken some of the positive thoughts he had about her away.

  Pulling out of her mouth was new, and she didn’t know what to expect because he usually told her he was coming. It was then she would be rewarded her with the salty protein shot she’d been able to get from him, but he must not have wanted that today. He wanted to deny her that little pleasure, and with all that he’d given, she couldn’t be mad at him. Still keeping his eyes focused on her until the very last second, he painted her face with jets of warm jism.
He’d fucked his hand more forcefully than he did her mouth, but the results were just as satisfying, and she felt his ass contract with the force of his orgasm. He was quite vocal with his climax as he moaned and groaned through the very last thrust of his cock through his hand.

  When he was done, she cleaned him up with her mouth and sat there looking at him. He stared at her like he was considering his next move, but he stroked her hair with his hand like she was a puppy. What did it say that she was enjoying the attention that it didn’t seem like he realized he was giving.

  “So what… you’re going to be my little submissive until I say you’re forgiven?” He was catching his breath, but he didn’t sound as hostile as he had when they first started.

  “I don’t know… do you think that would work?” She replied knowing he usually liked her snappy comebacks, and not thinking she had much to lose.

  He chuckled a little and pulled her up from the floor. “It might work, but I’d probably be bored in a few hours. I like your sarcastic, smart ass personality better.” The quick kiss he’d given her was somewhat sweet, and she should not have been as happy as she was about it.

  She wet a few paper towels and cleaned off her face before she went to look at the menus that were still on the table. The Mexican Cantina brochure looked festive and delicious so she slid that one away from the pack. When he came over to look at it, he put the others in the drawer and then led her to his bedroom.

  “I thought we were going to eat.” She’d gotten a good taste of him, and now she wanted to eat and sleep. This day had so many ups and downs she felt like she was getting nauseated, but he was leading her to a room with a bed in it and not kicking her out into the street, so she’d better not complain.

  “Well, we are going to eat. You got your snack before dinner, so I want to get mine as well.” He led her toward the bed and started taking off her clothes. She was happy that he was doing most of the work for this one, because she felt like all the starch had been taken out of her, leaving her limp and tired.

  He was quick with her clothes and had her naked on the bed with her thighs spread apart. Tyson was between her legs and kissing her inner thigh before she could even think about how great it was that he wanted to return the favor. Nuzzling the closed lips of her pussy, she knew that after this, she wasn’t going to be able to stop the sand man from taking her to sleep after this, but she didn’t want to be as non-responsive as he’d been when she tried to get intimate with him in the kitchen. She lifted her head to get a look at the sexy man whose face was framed by her thighs, but he pushed her back down with a hand on her chest.

  “Just lay there and relax. I’ll take care of you. Did you think I was going to squirt all over you and not get you off?” He said between kisses and licks at her most responsive spot. She wasn’t sure if he wanted an answer, but she didn’t have one for him. Thank goodness he didn’t seem to mind as he went back to taking care of her without an answer.

  She loved the way his voice sounded in the dim room. It was soothing and arousing, but the soothing was winning right now… until he opened up the pedals of her pussy and licked her the same way she’d done to him in the kitchen. The only thing was that she enjoyed his slow licks and sucks. He knew how to build up her excitement with his mouth.

  The moan that came from her lips couldn’t be contained, and she didn’t even try. His firm, wet tongue was well versed in the language of her body, and she wanted more. He didn’t wait for her to ask though; he just went right for the gusto, sucking her clit into his mouth and lapping up the juices he was creating with his ministrations. She couldn’t help but hold on to his head and hold him where he was while she humped his face. It was like she couldn’t get close enough to him, and her orgasm was just beyond where she was now. When he clamped his teeth around her clit and softly pulsed, she could feel her body tipping over the edge.

  “That’s it, Ella, give it up for me.” Her body was wound up, and his deep voice was the equivalent of a push. It sent her right over the edge as her body contracted and released a few good times. It was going to be hard to open her eyes, but she was going to do it… in just one minute.

  CHAPTER THREE

  It wasn’t easy to leave the woman who had him so twisted up he could barely decipher up from down, but he knew she was emotionally drained. Did he want to slide his hard cock into that tasty pussy he’d just coaxed to come in his mouth? Yes, but he knew she needed sleep, and he didn’t have the heart to wake her up. She’d burst spectacularly and then drifted right to sleep.

  Getting up, he situated her in the bed so she was laying with a pillow under her head and underneath a few blankets. She snuggled into it as if she’d not slept in a week.

  He was no longer as mad at her as he was before, so she should be happy, not that he was going to tell her that. If she would have been more manipulative, it would have been easy to nut in her face and be done with the whole damn thing. She just wanted him to look at her while she loved him with her mouth. He could feel she was sincerely sorry, but he still didn’t know if he could just let all that go. Tyson wasn’t a “get into your feelings” type of guy. Taking people as he saw them was the easiest way to separate the good from the bad, but she didn’t really fit in either category… or she fit in both. His best option would be to get something for both of them to eat so that when she woke up they could fill their bellies while they discussed what they should do next. She was a part of this now, and he hoped she understood that, although he couldn’t really tie down what that really meant for either of them.

  The menu she’d picked was one of his favorites, and he skimmed it to find something that they’d both liked.

  The phone rang right as he was getting ready to place the order, and it didn’t give him a chance to look at who it was before he picked up. He thought about just hanging the damn thing up, but whoever it was had his number so he’d hear them out.

  “Tyson?” Bruce, his old friend from The Highway Reapers Bike Club, had surprised him with a call. Fuck. Now this bastard was calling him on his cell phone? This wasn’t typical. They chased, you ran, and it continued until you were caught. They weren’t ones to deviate from the plan.

  “Yeah?” he answered warily. He should probably hang up in case they were trying to locate him by his phone, but he wanted to know what he was going to say. This was the first time he’d called him, so something must have changed or they had new information and he needed to find out what they knew.

  “I don’t know if you figured this out but the cute little piece of pussy was sent to you by your friends The Reapers.” Bruce was probably trying to separate the ranks or just see what he would think of the crude way he was referring to her. He decided not to address that at all.

  “She told me.”

  “Yeah. We figured, and I’m sure you know just how much we like that.” Bruce didn’t mince words – he never had – so that made Tyson think that he was going to get to the meat of this conversation quickly.

  “I can’t imagine you are as fond of her as you used to be,” Bruce said. Tyson didn’t know what was going on, but he’d give him just under 5 minutes to get to the point in case they were trying to locate him. “How about this? We will give you an extension for 60 more days, we’ll go down to the amount you owed before we put all the late fees on, and we’ll put you in good standing as of right now. No more people following you or trying to pick you up.”

  “That’s quite a generous offer. What’s that catch?” Tyson knew what he was going to say before the words reached his ears.

  “No catch. You just need to hand over the girl.”

  “What?” Tyson thought he knew what Bruce was going to say, but he’d been wrong. He hadn’t been out of the game for that long, but he didn’t remember them playing that hard with females that had done them wrong in the past. “What do you want her for?”

  “We’ve been doing more and more business with females, and it looks like one might need to be made an example. Sh
e seems like the perfect one to make it.” Bruce didn’t sound like he cared either way, but Tyson was shocked at how revolted he was by the mere suggestion of turning her over to this group of thugs. It was something he would have to consider because he could use an extension, but at what cost?

  “Why do you think I’d turn her over to you?” Tyson bluffed a bit just to see how well Bruce thought he knew him.

  “To save your ass.”

  “That’s mighty funny coming from a guy who couldn’t find me on his best day… and used bait to help him. I got your bait and made her switch sides.” Tyson didn’t like to be cocky, but this bullshit had to cease. He refused to be blackmailed by people he knew liked to play games.