32. Tiberius

32

TIBERIUS

The Den of Filth clubhouse is packed solid tonight, with the overflow spilling onto the porch and the gravel driveway in front. AC/DC blares from the sound system. Kinsley tosses a grin over her shoulder as she threads through the throng of bodies. I haven't seen so many bikers together like this in a long time. I spot Prez in conversation with his old man, Jesus Drake. At fifty-four, Jesus Drake is still a huge motherfucker. He stepped down as chapter president six years ago after his youngest son, Wilder's brother, was killed by a rival MC. He killed the fucker responsible but blamed himself for the loss of his son. No one else did.

Kinsley orders a couple of beers, while I scan the crowd for familiar faces. I sling an arm around her neck so there is no misunderstanding between me and every man in the place. Kinsley is my girl. The bartender hands us our drinks, and I take a swig, enjoying the cool rush of liquid down my throat. I make the mistake of turning my attention back to Kinsley. My horny sweetheart teasingly wraps her tongue around the bottle head and gives me a fucking erection behind my zipper.

I growl, "Behave, or I’ll take you into the restroom."

Her eyes light up in delight. Fuck me!

I shove a hand to my crotch and rearrange my dick. I smirk down at Kinsley with a shake of my head. She knows exactly what she's doing to me, and I can't resist her.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she whispers, "I dare you."

My heart races with anticipation as I grab her hand and lead her toward the restroom. We get a few smirks as we pass those we know, but I don't give a shit with my cock pulsing hard for release.

I bundle Kinsley into the restroom, locking the door behind us. Before I get a chance to haul her into my arms, she's on her knees with my zipper down. I lean back against the door, my breath catching in my throat as I watch her lick me. My legs quiver, and I can't fucking breathe. She holds my gaze and slides her mouth over me, taking me deep. The sensation is overwhelming, and I know I won't last much longer.

Her sweet, fucking mouth slides up my cock to the tip before she swallows me again. I groan and thread my fingers through her hair, unable to hold back any longer. With one final thrust, I release myself into her mouth.

"Motherfucker!" I grunt and gasp. "Fuck me!"

She snickers. "I just did."

As she stands and looks at me with a mischievous smile, I know this isn't over.

I shove myself back into my pants and yank up Kinsley's little skirt. I flip her so her back is now pressed against the door. I smirk. "Your turn."

I drop to my knees, taking her panties with me, and spread her wet pussy open to my eyes. I grab one leg and place it over my shoulder, then, pushing her into the door, I take hold of the other. Her pussy is right in front of my face. I catch a breath as my cock starts pounding behind my zipper. Ignoring it, I lean in and start to devour her, determined to make her scream my name. The sound of her moans fill the room, driving me to push her to the edge and beyond. She releases a keening noise as her body shudders with her release. I feel the tension leave her body and grin as she looks down and gives me a satisfied smile.

"You drive me crazy," I admit as I help Kinsley back into her underwear and get to my feet. Settling her panties back into place, my hand hovers over pure fucking heaven. Unable to resist the urge to tease her a little more, I trace my fingers lightly over her skin as I lean in to whisper in her ear, "We're not done yet." The look of anticipation in her eyes tells me she's ready for round two.

I gasp into her mouth when she palms me. "I think we should continue this at home."

"Hmm," I murmur as I remove her hand from my crotch. "We will, but first we need to spend an hour circulating."

Kinsley grins mischievously, clearly enjoying the idea of prolonging the excitement. "I like the way you think," she purrs before pulling me in for another kiss. The thrill of what's to come sends a shiver down my spine as we head back into the party.

The first person we encounter is Prez, who has a huge fucking grin on his face. "I see you remembered where the restroom is."

Kinsley goes rigid and narrows her eyes as she looks at me. I inwardly curse Prez. "Ignore the asshole, sweetheart." I grip her to me. "He's jealous he doesn't have a horny sweetheart."

"My son trying to steal your princess?" Jesus wraps an arm around Wilder's neck, laughing. "He's good at that."

"Sorry to disappoint, but my heart belongs to Tiberius."

"Tiberius, huh?” Jesus becomes serious and glances between us. He nods. "Good. I don't suppose you have a friend like you to keep my son's bed warm at night?"

"All the good girls run when they see me," Prez comments. "Anyway, Kinsley knows where I am when she changes her mind."

Kinsley laughs. "You are so incorrigible."

Jesus chuckles and shakes his head. "Well, good luck with that, son.”

Kinsley winks at Prez before turning back to Jesus. "I think I can handle him just fine."

"I think you can too." Jesus smiles.