Tyrant (Kings of Carnage MC: Alabama #1)

Chapter 8

Tyrant

W e down another set of shots. I stare at her for a beat before leaning in. “You sure you are okay? You don’t strike me as liking heavy metal. You remind me more of a church mouse.”

I didn’t peg her for a drinker either, but maybe I have her all wrong. Earlier, when she’d kissed me, I was floored. Her mouth against mine was everything I’d been thinking of for the entire ride up to Las Vegas. But then she’d pulled away and I could see the wall within her irises rise up. She was no longer wanting my closeness, but rather needing me further away. I understand the feelings, probably better than she can fathom.

I half expected her to not come with me altogether. I figured she’d agree to the ride and then take off whenever we got close to a place she thought was interesting, then I wouldn’t see her again. She may’ve made plans to return with me, but they ultimately mean nothing. She’s a free woman, able to do as she pleases. I admit the thought bothers me, but who am I to ask her to stay with me?

I growl as a guy moves in, standing too close to her to the point she flinches away from him. He has to be an extra sort of dumb to miss my six-foot-five ass beside Blair. She smirks, grabbing my arm to tug me away. I suggested we get one drink, and now she’s insisted I take several shots while she’s had a couple in the process. “You’re not tipsy?” I can’t help but wonder.

“I’m not a church mouse; take it back,” she randomly orders, making me laugh while holding up her latest bar drink. I wonder if she needed some liquid courage, but then after she went for it, getting drunk suddenly seemed the thing to do tonight. Who knows, I can never figure women out.

I raise my hands in surrender. “It’s taken back, I promise. No mouse, how about a church kitty?”

She rolls her eyes, releasing an unladylike snort. “No church. Not anymore, at least,” she confesses quieter, but I manage to catch it. I’m about to ask her to elaborate when the lights flicker and the area rumbles from the surrounding speakers with Chris from Motionless in White talking. Smoke fills the air from the fog machines as he begins their set, and we’re both in awe. I’m completely amped up from seeing my favorite band live, and I think Blair’s in utter shock from everything. Rather than be worried about her not being able to handle it, I create a barrier so no one around us bumps into her. She gets some space, a chance to suck down her drinks, and take everything in at her own pace. The lights begin their crazy laser show and then fire bursts up from the sides of the stage. We’re in a trance, unable to look away from the various dynamics all happening in front of us. We’re close enough to see everything but not so much so we get crushed in the mob.

Midway through their show, she’s dancing around and laughing, claiming she wants to come back. It seems like a million pounds have been lifted from her shoulders, and she’s finally able to be herself. I’ve never seen a more beautiful smile on a woman before.

It's safe to say she’s let her guard down and I’m enjoying every minute of it. I finish off my beer, watching her jump around and dance terribly, being freer and more open than I’ve seen since we’ve met. I take the shots offered to me by the passing server, stuffing some cash in her hand in return. Then, I’m tossing two down my gullet and hold the last out to Blair. She grins, taking it and lifts the plastic neon shooter glass in salute, then brings it to her lips and tips it. The liquid flows into her perfect pouty mouth and I know then I want to taste her.

I can no longer hold myself back from leaning in to kiss her once more. This time it’s me seeking her out, not the other way around, and I’m completely sure in my moves. Tugging her to me, one hand threads through her long, shiny hair, while the other cups her ass, holding her to me as I devour her mouth. She meets my kiss with so much enthusiasm, it has me instantly believing she was dreaming of kissing me again as well. When we’re finally able to pull apart, she spins around, keeping my arms around her.

We dance together, lost in our own little world, surrounded by people, but if you were to ask me, I never even saw any of their faces. How can I when all I think about is her? The way she feels under my palms, her back pressed against my front. Each time she moves to dance, she rubs across me and delicious sensations follow in her wake. I’m becoming more turned on by the minute, to the point it’s dizzying.

“I need another drink,” I announce, loud enough so she can hear me over the screaming music coming from the stage. It’s not all that way, but in this song Chris screams about how he’s gonna be fine . And by the passion in his voice, we all know the lyric is not as it seems and he’s about to break. I’ve felt the same way time and again, probably why this is one of my absolute favorite songs from them. Lacing my fingers through hers, I tug her along with me. She’s too little to leave here alone, independent woman or not, I damn sure won’t be setting her up for a situation she shouldn’t have to deal with in the first place.

I like how her hand feels in mine, which is fucking weird because that’s some chick shit I don’t typically pay much mind to.

We make it back to the closest bar and I order us another round and some shots. We’ve had plenty to drink at this point, but with all the dancing around and stuff, it currently feels like half as much, in my opinion. I have a feeling once we slow down it’ll hit me harder, but at the moment it’s the last thing I’m worried about. How can I be when, after we’re done getting our drinks, I’m following Blair and she suddenly tugs my hand from her hip. She places it over her shoulder and down the V-neck of the T-shirt she’s wearing. My hand stretches open, large enough to cover both her tits. It’s all the invitation I need to lean in and start kissing down the side of her neck. I lick and nibble, tasting the sweet salt on her flesh from her dancing around earlier. She really was terrible at it but so fucking cute in the same breath.

She releases my other hand from her hip, bringing it to the top of her jeans. I was right about them being too big on her. She used a few of the hair bands to loop together as a makeshift belt. She urges my hand under the waist of her jeans, but I stop to take my time. My hand caresses from one side to the next, relishing in the smooth skin. She’s practically vibrating in my hold, her hands reaching behind her to my back, tugging me impossibly closer.

My hard-on’s pressed against her back, begging for some action, but I want this to be about her, not me. At least not yet. My fingers toy with her a bit, trailing just under the jeans button to the top of her mound. I refrain from caressing her where her body’s telling me to go, further building up the desperate desire I know she must be feeling right now. My fingertips pause long enough to feel stripes under her belly button, low on her tummy. The skin’s different there. Textured…and, it hits me, they’re stretch marks. She’s got a bit of a baby pooch with them, so I’m betting at one time she was pregnant. The thought of her tummy swollen, round, and protruding from her clothes full of a baby hits me, and I nearly come in my pants. It’s so fucking sexy picturing that on her.

My hand caresses lower, my fingers and then knuckles sliding under her silky panties. They’re the fancy ones I noticed in the bags of stuff from earlier, I can tell simply by how soft they are. They remind me of those pretty pink pajamas I get to see her in later. My digits part her folds, rubbing along her slit, up and down, then lower, a bit further, and then up again. She squirms, chasing my touch and turning her head to me to silently beg me for more with her fluttering eyelashes. I dip my middle finger into her entrance, thrilled to find her soaked to the point she’d be dripping down her thighs if it weren’t for the frilly panties and jeans.

“Mm. You’re soaked, Sugar. Want me to keep touching you like this? To fuck you with my finger? Not sure you can handle more than one deep inside this wet pussy. Should I try two?” I wonder aloud and push my middle digit in to the hilt. Her cunt clenches so tightly around it, I know she’d strangle the fuck out of my huge cock. It’s massive and would probably hurt her. It’s the last thing I want to do, but I also want to see her bouncing up and down on it, screaming my name while she creams all over my length. “You feel so good. I bet you’d feel even better if I had my cock filling you up, wouldn’t you?” I ask and dip my second finger inside. I push in deep, relishing in how she already cries out for me. She’s so goddamn responsive, her little cunt gushing a new round of wetness to continue welcoming me inside her. My thumb flicks her nub once and then twice before I plunge my fingers back into her hole to my knuckles.

Her head flies back against my shoulder as I’m leaning down to kiss, lick, and suck all over her jaw and neck, watching her reactions to everything I do to her. She’s completely magnificent and there’s no way I’m going to get my fill just by this right now. She moans loudly, her eyes shooting heavenward as she screams “ Tyrant” loud enough to have a few people glance in our direction. The guys offer a smirk, then look away when their girls glare at them. I’m glad. I don’t want anyone seeing how she looks when she’s in this much pleasure. I’m a selfish bastard with her, it seems. Her cunt clenches around my fingers, spasming as she comes all over my hand. Holding her tightly, I allow her to ride out her orgasm, before pulling my hand free.

My fingers, covered in her essence, immediately go in my mouth, where I suck them dry. Her sweet flavor explodes across my tongue, making my dream of having her naked underneath me one small step closer. “Delicious,” I admit.

Her eyes flare, watching me. “I-I can’t believe you just did that,” she admits, her voice coming out breathily. She sounds like she just ran a few miles and it was merely a sampling.

Leaning in, I admit, “I’m going to eat your pussy so fucking much tonight, you won’t be caring about what just happened.” It’s a cocky promise, but one I intend to keep if she’ll allow me the honor of feasting between her thighs.

“I want you so badly right now. I can think of nothing else,” she confesses, and her words are like waving a red flag in front of a bull. She’s not as bold as I am, not caring who witnesses me balls deep inside some good pussy, but she’s obviously not as open as me.

My hand moves to her chin, gripping her tightly as I lean in. I ask, with my lips brushing hers in the process, “You wanna fuck me, Sugar? I need to hear it, Blair.”

“Yes. I do.” It’s all the response I need as I lift her into my arms and begin kissing her as I walk. She wraps her legs around my waist until we get to the closest wall and I momentarily release my hold.

We’re off to the side, in the shadows, because of the dark lighting and fog machines. Anyone who notices me will know I’m fucking Blair, but they won’t be able to see her pussy, which is what I care about at the moment. Then my fingers are on the button on her pants, and I quickly flick it open with one hand, while the other is on my own, tugging the loop free. Practically in sync, I shove her pants and panties down just underneath her ass, leaving her shirt covering the front of her perfect mound, and unzip my jeans with my other hand at the same time. I shove them down so my cock can pop out, hanging low in its thick glory.

She gasps, wide eyes meeting mine. “You’re huge everywhere,” she admits.

I won’t lie, her awe pretty much makes my entire fucking day. She’s not staring at me like I’m gross or too big, but rather like she’s ready to devour me. My cock throbs as desire consumes me and my fingers find her slit. They slide through her wetness, eager to fill her and feel her clench around them once more. I’m growing more impatient by the moment, the music in the background singing about voices trapped inside. Fitting since I’ve done more talking to myself on the trip up here than I think I ever have where a woman’s concerned. Stepping forward, I rub my cock between her pussy lips, using my drenched fingers to further slick me up. The last thing I want to do is hurt her when I slide my cock in and own her.

Her head flies back against the wall, her eyes shooting heavenward, but I’m not having it. Pulling my fingers free, my hands move to her thighs, lifting her once more. I shove her legs up high enough her ass and hole are open to me, her pants at her knees, trapping her from moving unless I want her to. Her back pressed against the wall helps hold her steady as I graze my tip against her nub, rubbing in circles, making her pant. It’s written all over her expression—she’s about to plead with me to hurry the fuck up. I want to take my time and savor her, but in the same moment slam, inside her and feel her stretch wide to take all of me inside her.

“Eyes on me,” I demand, my order a ferocious growl as I attempt to practice patience. I grip my cock roughly with one hand, while the other keeps her steady. Giving it a harsh squeeze, precum drips from the tip. This is the moment I should do the responsible thing and remove a condom from my wallet, offering her protection, but I warned her before. I’m not a good man. I want the grip of her raw cunt sucking me inside her deeper while her juices soak me and escape down our thighs. I know I can get her there; she was made for me.

One small slip and my tip’s inside her. She cries out, her cheeks flushed as her chest moves from her panting. Fuck, I’d love to suck on her tits right now, but I’ll have to save that for later. She’s got this power over me, I can’t help myself, she pulls me in. My hand leaves my cock to grip her other thigh as I push my way deep. I do it slowly, carefully watching her expression to make sure she only experiences pleasure and not pain. There’s a time for it to hurt a bit and right now is not it.

“That’s it,” I grunt, thrusting my hips a bit, until I’m firmly against her and her breathing is not only from the feeling of an impending orgasm but from being fuller than she’s ever been before.

This is my pussy now . No one will ever compare. I’ll make sure of it.

My hips jerk, pulling back to thrust forward. She stares into my eyes with every move, watching me bite my lower lip as I beg myself to hold off and not come too soon. “Best fucking pussy,” I groan, stars trying to cloud my vision.

“I can feel every inch of you.” I barely hear her over the music, but being this close to her helps. Our breaths mingling. “So. Good,” she bites out, her words cutting off short with each one to moan.

I knew it would be this good, I don’t know how, but I did. I have her for four more nights, and I plan to fuck the absolute sense out of her daily. She’ll be dreaming about this trip and my cock filling her for the rest of her life. “I need to fill you up,” I admit, softly pressing my forehead to hers.

“Y-you need to pull out. Come on me?”

“I want inside.”

She shakes her head, “It’s too risky.”

“Nah, I had a vasectomy. You’ll be fine.” I smirk as my cock throbs desperately, the sensation of her warm, wet core making it hard not to give in.

She nods as my mouth takes hers in a blistering kiss, my tongue toying with hers, mimicking my cock inside her pussy. It’s all she needs to set her off into her personal paradise. Her tight cunt grips me so harshly I’m afraid she’ll strangle my cock to death. After the first powerful squeeze, her cunt begins to milk my cock harder, faster, eagerly tugging at it like it needs my cum more than I do.

I’ll give it to her. Over and over. Until she’s so full of me, her stomach’s bloated from me filling her up.

Her orgasm forces my hold to absolve and then I’m spilling deep. I push into her as forcefully as I can. The head of my cock positioned as close to her cervix as possible, while I pour my cum inside her. Nirvana descends, my vision momentarily turning black as the strongest orgasm of my life slams into me. I nearly fall to my knees and I would if I weren’t holding her up.

“Fuck, that was so damn good,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her lips, then her forehead as I carefully settle her on her feet once more. “I didn’t hurt you?”

She shakes her head. “I enjoyed it. Every minute,” she promises, and my chest feels a little lighter for being selfish enough to take what I wanted right in the middle of the concert.

“Me too,” I agree. “Now what?” I’m not sure if she needs the bathroom or something else, and I’ll do whatever she wants after that.

“Now…I want shots. Lots of them and you’re joining me,” she declares, and I can’t help but laugh. If she wants to drink, we’ll get torn up and have the best fucking time. I’m not driving or riding, we’re walking. I’m big enough no one will fuck with her, so I’m confident we’re safe to have some fun and let our guard down some more.

When in Vegas, right? Maybe I don’t hate this place as much as I thought…