Chapter 9

Ella

I couldn't take my eyes off King as he stripped in front of me. He looked even better than I'd imagined, and I'd imagined him naked a lot in the two days I'd known him.

He gave me a cocky grin as he took off his jeans, then slid his tight-fitting boxer briefs down his legs and kicked them aside. His hard cock bobbed up and smacked his stomach as he moved, and he reached down and gave it a tug, followed by a lazy stroke. His size was impressive, long and thick, and my pussy clenched at the thought of having him fill me.

The look on his face turned from teasing to intense as I reached for the waistband of my shorts and slid them down over my legs. I let them drop onto the floor next to the bed, and raised up on my elbows as King placed his knee on the end of the mattress. Seconds later, he was crawling up the bed, and settling his body over mine.

His eyes roved over my face, then zeroed in on my lips.

"You are so damned beautiful, you take my breath away," he whispered hoarsely. I barely had time to register the words before he gripped my chin in one hand and lowered his head, stealing the very breath from me as he devoured my mouth like a starving man. He nipped and licked and sucked until I was clinging to him as I writhed beneath him.

He ran his lips down my neck and the soft scrape of his beard tickled my skin. I instinctively tucked my head down over my neck to cut off his access to the sensitive area. He wasn't deterred in the slightest though, and thrust one hand into my hair, using his hold to tug my head up again. He growled as he nibbled and sucked along my neck, then flicked his tongue over my collarbone. Goosebumps erupted all along the surface of my skin, heightening the sensation.

He shifted downward and captured one erect nipple in his mouth, creating a suction that literally made my toes curl. For several minutes, he drove me wild licking and sucking one nipple, then the other.

"You are so fucking responsive, sugar. I'll bet I could make you come just from playing with your pretty tits, couldn't I?"

"Next time," I panted. "This time, I want to come on your cock."

The hand still tangled in my hair tightened, fisting the strands almost to the point of pain as he angled my head to look me in the eye.

"Believe me, Ella, you're going to come on my cock, but you're going to come on my tongue first."

I gasped at the erotic image his words conjured up, then gasped again at the speed with which he moved. Before I even understood what was happening, he slid down over my body, ripping my panties off in the process and flinging them across the room. I spread my legs to give him room to settle between my thighs, but he just gave a low chuckle.

"I'm going to need more room than that, sugar. I'm planning to be down here for a while." With that, he wrapped his huge hands around my thighs, pushed my legs further apart, and planted his face directly over my pussy.

"So fucking gorgeous," he whispered, more to himself than to me, I thought. He was so close that I could feel his breath skating over my slick, tender skin. "So wet for me."

I moaned as he slowly ran his tongue through my slit, groaning deep in his throat as his movements sped up. He slid one hand up to grip my hip, and brought the other to my core, using his fingers to open me up to his questing tongue.

I thrust my fingers through his hair as he lapped at my juices. He growled again when I tugged lightly on the strands, becoming positively feral as he devoured me, his tongue spearing into my pussy over and over, until I was crying out his name.

"Your cunt is so sweet, Ella. So fucking sweet, I can't get enough of it. I want you to come for me. Give me your sugar, El. Give it to me." He punctuated his words with a hard flick of his tongue on my clit, then he formed his lips around it and sucked.

My body detonated around him, and I was vaguely aware of him holding my hips down, keeping me in place while he licked up every drop of my release.

The second my body stopped shaking, he reared up and kneeled between my thighs, then reached for the condom. I got a glimpse of the wide, flared head, reddish-purple and leaking pre-cum, but within seconds, he had torn open the wrapper and sheathed himself.

I reached for him, and he braced himself over me. His rock-hard cock notched against my pussy, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My hips were angled up just right for him to thrust into me with a strength that took my breath away.

He groaned and buried his face in the crook of my neck as his body moved over mine. His powerful thrusts made my headboard slam into the wall, and I had never been so thankful that my kids weren't home.

"Fuck, Ella, you feel so goddamned good. You feel like you were made for me, sugar."

"Oh, God, yes, King, just like that. Please don't stop."

"That's it, sugar. Squeeze my cock. Oh, fuck yeah. Dammit, woman, you're so fucking tight when you clench around me like that. You're gonna milk every drop from me with that sweet cunt of yours." He was almost snarling his words, alternating between praising me and cursing me.

The sensation building inside me was incredible, and when he circled his hips and ground against me, I cried out as ripples of pleasure ran through me.

"I'm close, sugar, but I don't wanna come without you." He reared up and sat back on his heels again, but I didn't even have time to protest the move before he grasped my hips and pulled me up to meet his thrusts. The muscles of his biceps rippled and flexed under the strain as he powered into me.

I cupped my breasts, squeezing them together, then tugging and twisting on my nipples.

"Fuck, that's it. Show me how you like to be touched," he panted, and his movements became frantic.

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted, my eyes drifting closed as pleasure overtook me.

"No, dammit! Look at me, Ella. I want to see your eyes when you come," he demanded fiercely.

My eyes flew open and met his. The raw need and desire in his expression was all I needed to fly over the edge, screaming his name as my body clamped down on his one final time.

"Fuuuuck!" he roared, pumping furiously into my body before collapsing over me.

I couldn't move, couldn't think. I could only feel the pounding of my heart against his. I could only hear harsh, heavy breathing, but I wasn't sure which one of us it was. Maybe both. After several long moments, he slowly shifted, grasping the base of the condom as he pulled out of me with a low groan. I almost cried out at the loss, but he quickly tied off the condom and dropped it on the floor next to the bed, then pulled me into his arms.

"That was fuckin' incredible, sugar."

"God, yes it was," was all I had to offer. My brain still hadn't quite come back online, so I couldn't manage any more words than that. I ran my fingers lightly through the hair on his chest, loving the feel of it and wishing I'd been able to explore his body a little more.

We lay there together for several minutes, and I lazily traced my index finger over the large tattoo on his arm. It was a ring of fire, similar to the one that made up the club's insignia. This one though, had the front of a motorcycle coming through the flames. The 3-D effect was incredible, and I wondered if Rome had done the ink for him.

I shivered as the sheen of sweat on my body cooled rapidly in the air-conditioned room.

"I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back," I murmured. I hated to leave the warmth of his arms, but a UTI shortly after Clayton and I had started sleeping together had taught me the importance of peeing after sex.

I took a few minutes to wash up while I was in there and was shocked to open the bathroom door to find a fully clothed King sitting on the end of the bed putting on his socks.

"I didn't realize it was quite this late, sugar. I'm going to be late for a meeting."

"You have a meeting tonight ?" I couldn't keep the surprise from my voice, since I knew it had to be well after eight o'clock by now.

He shrugged as he glanced at me over his shoulder. "Yeah, it's club business."

Ah, the mysterious club business I'd heard of. I suddenly felt self-conscious, standing there naked and exposed while King was fully dressed and ready to leave. He bent down to grab the used condom off the floor, and I made a mental note to clean that spot later.

He stood up and walked toward the bathroom, stopping long enough to kiss my temple. "I don't have time for a shower, but I need to at least wash my face and clean up a little. I'll never be able to concentrate if I'm breathing in your sweet scent all night." He grinned and patted my bare ass, then strolled into the bathroom.

"Towels and washcloths are in the cabinet next to the sink," I managed to tell him, then darted across the room to pick up my scattered clothes. I didn't bother searching for my panties, or take time to put on my bra, but I wanted to at least have my T-shirt and shorts on before he came back out.

King exited the bathroom a few minutes later and quickly shrugged into his leather cut. He glanced at me, his eyes lingering on my boobs, which were clearly braless under my shirt. He smiled then and moved closer, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tightly.

"I wish I didn't have to leave, sugar. I've enjoyed this evening. All of it, not just the sex." The unease I'd felt at him leaving so abruptly faded a little at his words, and I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"I wish you didn't have to either," I whispered, laying my head on his chest. The leather felt cool against my skin, and I burrowed deeper into his arms.

"Can we have lunch together tomorrow? Maybe you can come by the clubhouse again, and I'll show you around." I felt the words rumbling in his chest and smiled at the sensation. I lifted my head and tipped it back to look him in the eye.

He gave me a hopeful smile, and I let go of the last bit of discomfort I had over him leaving so soon. I'd assumed that the meeting was just an excuse to duck out after sex, but he was being so sweet and making plans for tomorrow that I felt a little guilty at misjudging him.

"That sounds like fun. What time?"

After a brief discussion of our work schedules, we decided to meet at twelve-thirty. King offered to order lunch in for us, and we settled on a Chinese restaurant we both liked.

"Shit, I really need to hit the road," he told me, then kissed my cheek before letting go of me. He turned and hurried downstairs with me trailing behind him. Within minutes, he had put his boots on and walked out the door, giving me a quick kiss on the lips and a reminder to text him my food order.

I wandered into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, glancing at the clock on the microwave. Eight-forty-nine. I heaved a disgruntled sigh as I wondered what the hell kind of business meeting was being conducted at almost nine o'clock at night.

Quickly deciding that it wasn't something I wanted to think about right now, I went upstairs to shower and strip my bed. Good Lord, we hadn't even taken the time to pull back any of the bedding earlier. I grinned as I admitted to myself that the sex had been so amazing, it was definitely worth the extra load of laundry that washing the comforter would require.

The next morning, I could hardly wait to see King again. Since I was working from home all day, I was dressed far more casually than I had been yesterday. Even so, I took extra care with my appearance and knew that the fitted shirt and capris I wore flattered my curves. I had carefully applied my makeup, and for once, my hair cooperated and fell in soft waves around my shoulders. All in all, I was feeling sexy and confident enough to face any half-naked women who tried to lay claim to King today.

I pulled into the compound right at twelve-thirty and parked next to the motorcycle that I recognized as King's. There was no one around outside, so walked through the door and paused, giving my eyes a moment to adjust from the bright sunlight to the slightly darkened interior.

I took note of a hallway to my right, and a staircase to my left. The room just beyond the entryway was huge, so I assumed it was the common room Pop had mentioned once. As I walked in, there were a couple of club members eating at a table in the corner, but I didn't recognize either of them. I glanced around, taking in the pool tables and dart board on one side, the half-dozen empty tables scattered around, and the bar that spanned one entire wall on the opposite side.

I could see a huge kitchen through a large pass-thru window by the bar, and then my eyes landed on the small, raised stage in the far corner of the room, with several leather couches and chairs surrounding it. I studied it for a second, trying to figure out why on earth they had a stage here. My eyes widened in disbelief as I realized it had a stripper pole on it. Well, shit. That was…different.

Movement out of the corner of my eye had me turning back toward the bar, and I saw Lincoln. He smiled and gave me a head nod, then set down the case of beer he had been carrying.

"Hey, Ella," he greeted me.

"Hi, Linc. I'm meeting King here for lunch."

"Yeah, he told me to expect you. The food was just delivered, and he wanted to set up in his office today instead of the common room. I'll show you where that is."

He came around the corner of the bar and crossed the large room, so I followed as he led me down the hallway I'd noticed by the front door. We turned a corner, and he stopped as one of the men who'd been sitting in the common room hollered for him. He grimaced, pointing toward the end of the hall, where light spilled out from a partially opened door.

"Right down there, last door on the left," he instructed before turning and jogging back down the hall to see what the man needed.

I passed three other office doors, all closed, with signs indicating they belonged to the secretary, treasurer, and VP. I heard the low rumble of King's voice saying, " I don't have time for this shit right now, " followed by " What the fuck are you doing? ".

He sounded aggravated, and I paused, not wanting to disturb him if he was on the phone or something. Hearing nothing else, I stepped forward and poked my head around the door, intending to quietly let him know I was here.

In hindsight, I probably should have knocked.

King was indeed planning to eat at his desk. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure if his lunch was meant to be the food in front of him, or the almost nude woman perched on the corner of his desk, with her legs spread wide.

I couldn't help the shocked gasp that escaped me, and King's head whipped up to see me standing in his doorway. He stood up so quickly that his desk chair rolled back and slammed into the wall behind him. The blonde was so startled by his abrupt movement that she wobbled on her precarious perch, and King reached out a hand to grab her arm before she could fall.

I gaped at the scene in front of me as King let go of the woman so quickly it seemed as if his skin had been seared merely by touching her arm.

"King," the woman whined, and my eyes boggled as she turned toward me. It was Star, the woman from yesterday, and she was wearing even less than she'd worn then. Calling it a bikini would be generous.

The top consisted of strings holding two pink triangles in place – triangles that were literally too small to conceal her areolas, which I noticed idly were dusky pink. I'd already been treated to the sight of her bare ass cheeks, separated by a tiny string that formed the back of her thong. Unfortunately, the front of the thong wasn't much wider. It was so narrow, in fact, that her exposed pussy lips – waxed bare, of course – hung out of either side of the miniscule piece of material. It wasn't a camel toe, exactly. It was more like a massive pussy wedgie, which I hadn't realized was a thing until that very moment. It looked supremely uncomfortable, which may have accounted for the bitchy expression on her face.

I gave a nervous, uncontrollable giggle at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, and King pushed past her to reach for me. I took a step back into the hallway, and he turned to glare at her over his shoulder.

"I told you I didn't have time for your shit. I'll deal with you later," he told her angrily.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me aside as she stomped out of the office in a huff.

I watched as she stalked down the hall on heels so high I felt like my ankles would sprain just looking at them and was momentarily jealous of the fact that her ass was so small, with nary a jiggle in sight.

"I'm sorry about that, sugar," he growled in my ear, "I don't know what the hell her problem is."

I knew. She wanted King, and she wanted me gone. How he could be completely oblivious to that was a mystery to me.

King stepped back and guided me back inside his office, where I gingerly sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk, settling my purse on my lap. He made his way around to his seat, then caught me eyeing the corner of the desk in distaste. I could only imagine the germs she'd left behind.

He dropped his head and sighed in resignation, then scooped up the take-out containers and shoved them in the paper bag near his computer monitor.

"Let's go sit somewhere else," he muttered, and I followed him without a word as he headed down the hall and started up the staircase I'd noticed when I first came in. At the top of the stairs, he stopped at the first door off the landing, then punched a code into the keypad by the doorknob. He swept open the door, then reached in to turn on the light before gesturing me inside.

I hesitantly entered what was clearly a bedroom, with a king-sized bed and two nightstands dominating one wall, and a leather loveseat on the other, underneath a window. There was a small table and two chairs tucked in an alcove, next to what I assumed was a closet, with a chest of drawers rounding out the furniture. A flat screen TV was mounted on the wall, so that it would be visible from both the loveseat and the bed. As King crossed to the alcove and put the food on the table, I saw an open door leading to what appeared to be a decently sized attached bathroom.

I took a deep breath, recognizing the scent of King's woody cologne, and realized this must be the bedroom he kept at the club. I eyed the bed, wondering how many women had graced that mattress over the years. Dozens, certainly. Maybe hundreds. Then I chided myself, because his past wasn't my business, especially since we weren't even an actual couple.

"Have a seat, El. I promise, no asses have been on this table, half-naked or otherwise," he joked.

He sat down at the table, and I took the seat across from him.

"Look," he said with a sigh, "I'm sorry about her. Star is one of the club bunnies. They're women who –"

I held up my hand to stop him. "I've heard all about the club bunnies. More than enough, actually." My conversation with Cowboy's girlfriend, Michelle, had been enlightening, to say the least.

He grimaced, then nodded resolutely. "Fair enough. I just want you to know that I didn't invite her into my office. She brought the food in when it was delivered. The next thing I knew, she'd plopped her ass on my desk, right next to our damned lunch, claiming she needed to talk to me about something."

His irritation was clear, and I tried to hide my amusement when he peered into the paper bag in disgust, then pushed it aside.

"It's OK, I believe you."

We were interrupted by a brisk knock on the door. King grumbled under his breath as he stomped over and flung the door open. I couldn't see the man who spoke to him, but I could hear every word.

"Here's your wallet back, Prez. You're lucky I spotted it on the floor last night before it disappeared"

"Thanks," King said, then tucked the wallet into the inside pocket of his cut.

"Hey, you should have stuck around the club a little bit longer last night. Right after you left, Scarlet and Ginger showed off their new dual lap dance routine, and it's sexy as fuck. The two of them were grinding on each other, practically right there on top of the customer. Rossi loved it, and –"

"Gotta go, man," King barked, then slammed the door shut before the man could say another word. I'd heard enough though. His meeting had been at the strip club.

He hung his head for a moment, then turned around and approached me warily.

"OK, I know that probably sounds bad, but I really did go to the club as part of a business meeting last night."

"A business meeting…at a strip club." I repeated. I was trying to wrap my head around the idea. I really was. I just couldn't quite do it. A business meeting…at a strip club…at nine o'clock at night…with lap dances.

I mean, I'd had a pussy on my lap during a meeting once, but it wasn't quite the same thing. I'd been pitching a marketing plan to the owner of a small pet store, and the pussy in question had been an actual cat that roamed the store and had taken a liking to me.

"Yes. The MC works with a man who likes to go to Fallen Angels after every meeting, to sort of celebrate our continued partnership." He ran his fingers through his hair, clearly frustrated with the situation, or maybe with me, I wasn't sure. "I stayed for a little while, bought a round of drinks, then left Trick to handle him after that."

"I have to be honest, King. I'm a little out of my element here." I sighed as the harsh reality hit me. King and I were from two completely different worlds, and I wasn't sure I fit into his.

He reached for my hand, and I let him tug me into his arms. He placed a fingertip under my chin and razed my gaze to meet his.

"Listen, I know that life in the MC might seem to be a lot different than what you're used to, but I promise you, sugar, that's only surface shit. Underneath it all, we're just a group of men who banded together out of a common desire to make our own way in the world. We value loyalty and freedom. We value hard work. We value our community and do everything we can to make it better. We own businesses, and the way we run them may seem unconventional to you, but they are legitimate, successful enterprises that allow us to support ourselves and our families. I'm pretty fucking proud of that."

The pride in his voice was impossible to miss, as was the sincerity of his words. I nodded slightly, trying to reconcile what he'd said against the values I had, and realized there were a lot of similarities. Well, minus the unconventional part. I didn't think I had an unconventional bone in my body, but that didn't mean I had to be a judgmental bitch, either.

"You should be proud, King. I'm sorry for being so narrow-minded," I admitted quietly.

He shook his head. "No, sugar. Not narrow-minded. Just…sheltered, and a little innocent when it comes to club life."

"Innocent, huh?" I arched a brow in amusement. I wasn't sure I'd ever been described that way before.

"Don't worry. I'll be more than happy to corrupt you." He gave me that grin I was coming to love, then cupped my face in his hands. He bent his head and took my lips in a sweet kiss that quickly turned into more. His tongue slid seductively over the seam of my lips, begging for entry. I considered denying him, but knew I'd be denying myself even more. When he nibbled on my bottom lip, gently tugging it before plunging his tongue into my mouth, my decision was made.

I was going to focus on King, the man who had rocked my world last night, and quit worrying about King, the MC president.

Within moments, passion flared between us, and our kisses turned frenzied. I ran my hands up under his cut, reveling in the broad chest and hard abs underneath the soft cotton of his T-shirt.

Before long, I found myself sinking to my knees and eagerly taking his thick cock into my mouth. He groaned as he punched his hips forward, and he cupped his hand gently around the back of my head.

"Oh, damn, sugar, that feels good."

I placed one hand on his thigh to steady myself, then wrapped my other hand around the base of his cock. My fingers didn't come close to reaching all the way around, but he seemed to enjoy the feel of my hand jacking him off in time with my mouth, nonetheless.

With my lips wrapped around the flared head, I used my tongue to swirl around the tip, then dipped into the slit. His flavor burst on my tongue, a combination of slightly musky and salty, but not bitter, as Clayton had been.

I hollowed my cheeks and increased my suction, gliding up and down his dick and taking him deeper and deeper with each pass.

"Fuuuck, yeah. Just like that," he groaned again, even louder this time.

He brought his other hand down to my head, gripping my hair as he pumped his hips harder and faster.

I reached up to cup his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers as I sucked him down my throat as far as I could.

"So good," he panted, "so fucking good. You're gonna make me cum, sweet Ella. I'm gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours," he warned.

Moments later, he did just that, groaning so loudly that I was sure everyone in the place probably heard him…including the man who knocked on the door moments later to tell him that he was needed downstairs.

"Sorry, Prez, but there's a guy down in the garage demanding a full refund on an engine rebuild, because he says we put a huge scratch in his custom paint job. Viking's about ready to pop the guy in the mouth."

"Dammit," King muttered as shoulders slumped and he dropped his head.

"I'll be right there," he called, reaching out his hand and helping me to my feet. I knew by the heat I could feel across my cheeks that I was blushing. My embarrassment intensified when I realized that I was still fully dressed, while King stood there shirtless, with his jeans and boxer briefs pulled down to his knees.

He yanked them up and I heard the hiss of his zipper and the clang of his belt buckle as I quickly stepped into the bathroom to rinse my mouth out with water. Clearly, playtime was over, and I didn't want to drive all the way back home with the taste of cum in my mouth. I glanced in the mirror and sucked in a breath at the tangled mess created by King's hands. I frantically finger-combed it, but it was still obvious what we'd been doing, especially considering how red and puffy my lips were.

When I stepped back out of the bathroom, King was fully dressed and holding the bag of food and my purse. When I reached for the latter, he used it to pull me close, then pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

"I'm so fuckin' sorry for leaving you hanging, sugar. I promise I'll make it up to you, though. Any chance you're free for dinner?"