Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(3)
“Fuck Mason.” She growled. I reached down, finding her clit, I circled it with my finger. She moaned and threw her head back again.
“Like that? Is that what you wanted?” I grinned at the back of her head. “What will happen if I keep doing this?”
“Oh, god, Mason. I’m going to come. Please, I need to come.”
“You asking me or telling me?” I pinched her clit, and she gave a little squeal. A beautiful sound that went right to my cock.
“Asking, Mason! Please.” My fingers dug deeper into her flesh. I pounded harder into her, feeling the quiver of her orgasm. She was there, right on the edge. “Please!” She begged.
“Come.” With the simple word, I rubbed her clit harder, faster, and she screamed. Incoherent words flew from her mouth, she bucked back against me as the ripples of her orgasm gripped my cock. She clamped down on me, and I allowed myself to get lost in her screams. Pleasure, pain, it was all the same to her at that moment.
I looked down where my dick plunged into her cunt, hard, no mercy. Her orgasm began to fade, just as I exploded inside of her. I closed my eyes, riding out the waves of my release. When I opened them, the blonde was looking over her shoulder at me. A wide-ass grin of satisfaction sitting on her lips. I gave her a hard slap to her hip and pulled out, heading to my bathroom to clean up.
When I returned, she was sitting on my bed, zipping her halter top, her skirt already on. “Fuck, Mason. My ass hurts,” She wiggled on my bed.
“Yeah. Bet it does. Don’t pull that fake shit with me.” I buttoned my jeans.
“I wasn-”
“Want another round?” I asked as I began to slide my belt back through the loops. She eyed the belt and shook her head. “Then don’t fucking lie.” I barely knew this chick, other than having a good fuck from her a time or two, and that she poured my drinks. But tolerating lies wasn't something I did. Ever.
She stood up from the bed and made her way to the door. She knew me well enough to know I didn’t do sleepovers. Once the fuck was over, it was over. No cuddles, no hugs, or kisses. I didn’t have time for that shit. Thankfully she didn't either. “See you around,” she gave me a slow wink and headed out, leaving me alone.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out. Meeting set for the next night at the Disciples clubhouse. Fuck, I hated that skank ass place. I tossed the phone on my nightstand and threw myself on the bed. A few minutes of peace was all I needed before I headed back to the lounge and downed a few beers.
Money, a good fuck, and a few beers. I couldn’t ask for anything more out of life. I had it all.
CHAPTER TWO
LUCY
Jayson Sitz was an asshole. President asshole of the Hell’s Disciples and he owned my ass. Literally. Thanks to a harebrained idea of a friend, I found myself in serious debt to the club. Jayson had told me to be grateful that he was willing to let me work off the money I owed him for the room and board he’d given me over the past two months.
“Lucy, beer me!” Lucas slammed his hand on the bar. I hid my eye roll as I opened the fridge to pull out his usual. Miller Lite. What self-respecting man drank that and called it a beer? Then again none of the Disciples respected anything. “Can I get a look?” He waggled his eyebrows at me when I slid his beer toward him.
“Not now, Lucas.” I caught Jayson’s glare after I spoke and sighed. Saying no wasn't allowed. “Fine.” I unbuttoned the first three buttons on my blouse and pulled it open, giving him exactly what he wanted. A peek at my breasts. Lucas never touched, never came to my room at night to help chip away at my debt, he just liked looking. It creeped me out.
“Fuck you have nice tits, Lucy.” He grinned, keeping his eyes glued to my chest. “You are going to make some asshat a really happy man. You’d make a great old lady.” He tipped his beer in my direction.
I laughed. No way would I ever be anyone’s old lady. Once I was debt free, I was out of that club, out of that town, and into something that had meaning. Showing my tits, fucking those idiots, it was just currency. I wanted more from my life, I deserved more from my life.
As life lessons went, spending the last few months with the Disciples had been the harshest. I knew better than to trust anyone, but call it a lapse in judgment. I’d listened to Kerri. She’d been dating Jayson’s brother and VP, Sting, he promised to make her his old lady. When Kerri found out I was looking for a place to stay, she offered a room at the MC’s clubhouse. Sting had said it was fine, Jayson even gave his blessing. Said to make myself at home. At first, everything seemed fine. On the surface, Jayson was pleasant and accommodating. I stayed out of his way as best I could, kept to myself and stayed out of everyone’s way. I tried to get a job at a bar in town, but Jayson swooped in and insisted I just bartend for him while I was living there. But then shit changed, like it always does.