Heart Ripper - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker M/M romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 9) (3 page)

“Relax,” whispered the man as he drew back
slightly, his thumb gathering a tear that trailed out of David’s eye.

Only then did David realize he was shivering like
a chicken about to be plucked. There was something so visceral about connecting
with another person this way. If his parents knew, they would despise him, but
having that cock push into his mouth felt so good he couldn’t deny it to
himself. Even when the thrusts were fast and made him gag, he still wanted
more, wanted to be used by this gorgeous man in whatever way he pleased. He
unclenched one of his hands and reached out to the biker’s stomach with his trembling
fingers.

“You want more?” the man asked sharply, staring
down at David with a dark flush on his cheeks. His dick kept prodding at the
back of David’s throat, and David was frustrated that he couldn’t take it all
in, that he couldn’t feel the stranger’s warm scrotum slapping against his
chin, wet from David’s spit. “Tell me what you want,” the biker urged him,
gently patting David’s cheek.

What David wanted was to never stop sucking this
dick. He groaned when he placed his hand over the man’s T-shirt and felt how
hard the muscles were underneath. He was heaving, trying to think and suck at
the same time, but all logical thought turned into goo when he looked up into
the man’s eyes, two pieces of shining coal that burned through all his
defenses.

All of a sudden, that delicious cock was pulled
out of his mouth again, and the man squeezed his hand over David’s jaw, gasping
as he leaned down to look into his eyes. “I don’t think you want it enough.
You’re being sloppy.”

“N-no! I want it,” David said breathlessly, and
squeezed his fingers on the biker’s T-shirt. This wasn’t some dream, was it?
The man couldn’t go away now. Not just yet. David wanted…
needed
to
taste him.

“Then beg. Say ‘Please, Raja, I want you to fuck
my mouth and come down my throat’,” he whispered, and in his deep voice even
something so obscene sounded smooth and lovely.

For a moment, David froze, unable to breathe,
unable to think, completely disarmed. He’d been such a good boy up until now.
Had he really done a bad job? He finally took a gulp of air and reached out to
the man with his other hand.

Raja
. What a beautiful name. It would haunt
David’s dreams forever.

“Please, Raja, I want you to f—” David bit his
lips. He couldn’t use words like that. Was that really what he wanted? Was that
how Raja would call what they were doing? This torment was beyond bearable.

Raja hummed with laughter and pushed two fingers
into David’s mouth. “Really? You’re sucking my dick, and you’re afraid to say
fuck
?
Say it. Say it right now,” he whispered and gently slapped David’s cheek.

Even Raja’s fingers tasted delicious. David could
come just sucking on them. Truth be told, he could come just thinking about
Raja’s cock. “Fuck,” he whispered, sure that the heaven would fall upon him
now, but in fact, nothing like that happened. He clenched his other hand on
Raja’s T-shirt. “I want you to fuck my mouth. Please.” He’d fallen so low.

“Good boy. Look at that wet, slutty mouth, my cock
will fit right in,” muttered Raja, pulling David’s lips apart with his fingers.
“Here it comes,” he uttered, and this time, David could hear strain in his
voice.

The thrusts that followed were fast, violent, made
David moan and gag. More tears spilled down his cheeks from the sheer intensity
of that hard cock fucking his mouth as if it were meant for this purpose. David
clenched his hands on the T-shirt, embarrassed over how much he enjoyed the
sheer strength with which Raja held his hair. And he wasn’t
slutty
. He’d
never done anything like this, yet the illicit word still sent a zing of
arousal down his body.

Raja’s hand twisted in his hair, and the thick
cock twitched, spilling a jet of heat straight on David’s tongue, only to smear
it all around his mouth with yet another thrust. The cum tasted salty, yet also
strangely bitter. He’d never dared to try his own sperm, so he wasn’t sure if
they were comparable, but despite it not being pleasant in taste, David
couldn’t get enough simply because it came from that vision of a man. David
lifted Raja’s T-shirt slightly to have a better look at the muscular stomach
covered with a tangle of colorful tattoos.

He was confused when Raja pulled his cock out all
too quickly, and one last dribble of sperm spilled over David’s lips and chin.

Raja held on to David, breathing through his plump
lips. “Damn, that’s one eager little bitch. I bet you want to come too,” he
said, pulling David up.

David swallowed, soft-kneed and completely off
balance. It was true. He was too eager for this, and his body defied every law
made by God. All he could think of now was having this man touch him, Raja’s
musky scent, and how the beard would feel against his skin.

“Yes,” David whispered, and brushed his wet lips
with his hand, getting it sticky.

Raja gave him a sheepish grin, only to spin David
around and push him toward the big pristine mirror mounted on one of the walls.
It was a shock to see himself so completely out of order, without the tie, with
hair in complete disarray, flushed, with reddened lips, and a mixture of spit
and cum around his mouth. He was a picture of debauchery, and yet, when Raja
pushed against him and smiled at him in the mirror, all David could think of
was pleasing that man. It was almost as if it was his hidden nature that only
now had been allowed to blossom.

Raja didn’t waste any time. He unzipped David’s
pants, and that was enough pressure to push a moan past David’s lips, even
before that impossibly warm hand squeezed around his dick and pumped. Before
Raja trailed his tongue up David’s neck and all over his ear. Before the thick
beard sent little needles of sensation all over his body.

“Oh my God,” David uttered, instantly embarrassed
by the blasphemy, but those thick fingers, so different than his around his
cock, were like heaven, and just a few seconds later, he came with a long moan,
thrusting his hips against the hand and pushing his ass against Raja’s exposed
cock. His mind became pure white, with room for nothing but his orgasm.

Raja’s beard was tickling him, and smooth teeth
kneaded David’s earlobe as the biker held him through the climax, whispering
obscenities that David couldn’t remember. He was possessed, and when Raja’s
heat finally drew back, he felt the loss immediately.

He had to put his hand on the wall for balance and
could still remember how the beard felt coarse and soft all at once. David
licked his lips, and Raja’s taste was still on them. His body was overwhelmed,
and he wanted to both close his eyes to rest, and keep them open to watch Raja.
It took a long moment, but looking in the mirror sobered David enough to push
his softened cock back into his pants.

Raja had already buckled up his belt and was now
watching David with a sly smile on his lips. There were still creases where
David had clung to Raja’s T-shirt, and David couldn’t comprehend everything
that had just happened. He was still elated yet so deeply ashamed of the things
he’d said. He actually said the
F-word
out loud. This was bad. All of
this was bad. From the evidence of his sperm on the mirror to Raja’s cum on his
hand and face.

But then he noticed the worst of it all. There was
cum on his purity ring.

He was so deeply disturbed that he didn’t notice
Raja approaching until the warm hands were back on David’s chest, unbuttoning
his shirt, as if to let out all the heat gathered underneath the fabric. And
there was a lot of it. If it were winter, there would probably be steam coming
off him.

“I… I mean…” David had no idea what he meant
anymore. Everything was upside down and inside out.

Raja looked up at him briefly and opened a black
marker, smirking. “Yeah?” he asked and drew a circle around David’s nipple,
creating an oval mark.

David’s lips parted and he looked down, so
completely confused that he needed a new word to describe his state. “I don’t
usually… like, I don’t at all…” He glanced back up into the most handsome face
he’d ever seen. All that hair on it only added to Raja’s masculinity. Nothing
like his ex-school friends, who were only barely beginning to shave.

Raja finished writing a string of numbers across
David’s chest and dropped the marker to the floor, his gaze penetrating deep
into David’s mind. “You will if you call me on that number, sweet cheeks,” he
whispered and caressed David’s face gently. He was smiling, and while he’d said
such horrible things earlier, there was no trace of that kind of aggression in
him now.

Maybe this really was a dream, and he was about to
wake up. That’s what sometimes happened. You think a dream is real, and then it
gets weirder and weirder until you realize you’re actually dreaming.

David glanced down his own chest again and the
sight of the gold chain with a cross he’d gotten from his mom was like a slap
in the face. There he was, dirty after he’d actually asked another
man
to
fuck his mouth.

“Oh… okay,” was all he could muster, and he pulled
his shirt back together, so the tiny Jesus on the cross would stop giving him
that accusing look.

Raja grabbed David’s neck and nipped on it gently.
“Call me,” he said before letting go and heading to the door. When David heard
the lock open, he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to beg Raja to stay or go.

But Raja left without looking back. There didn’t
seem to be a single doubt in his body. Confident and take-charge was everything
David wasn’t.

“No…” he moaned to himself when he looked to the
cum-stained mirror again. He rushed to the door and locked it. He needed to clean
up as soon as possible, and he would start with scrubbing his purity ring. This
wasn’t actual sex. This was a slip-up. A dirty, sloppy mess that maybe did bend
the rules, but didn’t break them.

It would never happen again.

“He swallowed it all like it was mother’s milk,”
said Raja, purposefully referencing something that Blade could connect to the
event they were attending. If the straight guy wanted to ask questions about
gay sex, he needed to be prepared for all kinds of answers.

Blade hissed and backed off. “That’s fucking
nasty, man! With a face like that? You’re making this shit up.”

Raja looked around to make sure no one was looking
at them and pulled out a bit of David’s tie from his pocket. “Guys are easy as
fuck. They all just want to get off the same way you do.”

“What?” Blade frowned and stared at the tie with
his eyes wide open. He believed Raja now. “This is insane…”

Raja stuffed the tie inside his pocket and
grinned. “It’s very real. You should try it sometime. Grindr is out there for
everyone,” he said in a suggestive tone and batted his eyelashes.

Blade sneered. “Oh, that’s just fucking
disgusting.”

“What’s disgusting?” said a familiar voice, and
Hunter put his arms around both of their shoulders with a wide grin. “I hope
you’re not talking about my baby boy? I mean, sure, he needs someone to change
his diaper, but he’s still a cute little fucker.”

Raja laughed and pulled the new father into his
arms for a brief man-hug. “I see you survived the miracle of birth. Did you get
sprayed by gore,
Daddy
?” he asked, patting his friend’s back. He missed
Hunter since the guy transferred to the Detroit chapter, but even at this party
they hadn’t had the time to reconnect either.

Hunter slapped the back of Raja’s head. “I wasn’t
actually in there. Asty didn’t want me to. But tell me how the club’s doing
now. Smaller but better, I presume,
prez
?”

Raja kept a straight face. Every time he was
reminded of his position, he was bound to wonder whether he had enough
experience to lead other men. When some of the former members rage-quit the
club a few months ago over the patchover into Coffin Nails MC, everyone believed
Spin, the oldest and most experienced member would take the reins, but he
refused to and nominated Raja instead. Things went from there fairly quickly.

“I’m definitely better off without the pussies who
can’t take a gay man leading them, but we need to rebuild. Five men’s not
enough,” he said earnestly.

Hunter laughed. “You gotta find yourself a
prospect. But make sure he’s not too pretty. Fucking a subordinate is still a
no-go, right?” He patted Raja’s arm.

Blade nodded. “Pretty true. And I’ve heard guys are
super-easy, so the temptation would be there. Get an ugly fucker.”

Raja snorted. “Pretty or not, he most likely would
be there for all the pussy that you’re missing out on,” he told Blade and
winked. “But we have some people hanging around that we need to do background
checks on before any decision can be made.”

Raja noticed David not far away, making his way to
the door and looking much more proper than he had ten minutes ago, yet still a
bit red-faced. To his surprise, Hunter waved at David, and when the boy shook
his head with a frown, Hunter went over and pulled him closer by the arm.

“You met my friends yet?” Hunter asked David with
a grin and put his head in a lock.

The floor crumbled beneath Raja’s feet. Hunter
hadn’t said anything yet, but there was only one reason why he’d be so
unceremonious with a preppy boy like David.

Oh, fuck. He was so fucked.

David looked everywhere but not into Raja’s eyes.
“N-no, I don’t think so,” he mumbled but stayed put when Hunter let him go.

“He’s my little bro, David. We’ve only reconnected
a few months back. He needs to get laid. Get a few beers in him, and he’ll be
wearing black leather in no time, right?” Hunter laughed and prodded David with
an elbow.

Raja was both disgusted with himself and sorry for
David. Blade turned to stone next to him, and Raja shuddered, spotting a hint
of black marker on David’s chest through the white shirt. He’d been so
inexperienced that Raja wouldn’t be surprised if he’d popped the guy’s cherry
tonight. David wasn’t out, and he clearly needed sex, but it was most
definitely not the kind of sex that involved pussy.

He couldn’t believe that out of all the guys Blade
could have told him to fuck, he chose their friend’s precious younger brother.
It was
so
wrong.

He cleared his throat and forced himself to smile.
“Raja,” he said and reached out to shake David’s hand.

David’s fingers were trembling so hard Raja wanted
to hold his hand longer just to help him get a grip. “David,” he muttered with
his eyes firmly on Raja’s boots. He licked his lips nervously, and Raja could
think of nothing else than how they felt around his cock and how greedily they
drank his spunk.

“Leather?” tried Raja after Blade introduced
himself too. “He’s more the suit and tie kind of guy, am I right?” he asked,
and the stripy tie burned him through the pocket of his jeans.

Hunter looked to David and smiled even wider. “You
lost the tie though. Good. You gotta loosen up a bit. You’re out of high
school, and the summer is yours. You can have a drink with us and stay the
night here if you want. Or are you afraid of
Mom
?” Hunter snorted and
poked David under the ribs.

Raja paled. He should have asked the boy if he was
eighteen. He was... wasn’t he?

“Are you a mommy’s boy?” Blade laughed and gulped
down some beer.

David squirmed under all the scrutiny. “No— I just
have this
thing
to do…”

Raja stared at him, unwillingly remembering how
this boy had looked up at him with his bright green eyes and obeyed every word
that came out of Raja’s mouth. Hell, he’d probably have let Raja fuck his ass
in that bathroom. He’d have just bent over into the bathtub and take it. How
was Raja to stop thinking about that tempting honeypot?

“No need to be afraid of us,” said Raja with a
fake grin. He sure hoped Hunter wouldn’t spot the number written in goddamn
waterproof marker across David’s chest.

David put his hands in his pockets and rocked
slightly in his blue Converse. “No, I’m not, it’s just that I have a younger
sister, Amy, and I promised I’d look after her tomorrow, so I can’t be home too
late, and… yeah…” He took a deep breath.

Hunter put his arm over David’s shoulder and
leaned down with a broad grin. “Still means you could stay and get some pussy.
I could point you the right way.”

Blade snorted. “Yeah, I could too.”

Raja caught David’s gaze for a moment and smiled
at him, begging all the gods he didn’t believe in to intervene and have Hunter
never find out about what happened in that bathroom. “Who’s taking him home?”

“I’m fine,” David said quickly. “I can go back on
my bike.”

Blade raised his eyebrows. “You’ve got a bike?”

David looked up at Raja for a split second before
staring at his shoes again. “A bicycle…”

There was a brief silence among the loud crowd,
but Raja couldn’t even laugh anymore. No matter how cute this kid was, Raja
wanted him gone forever. He never fucked friends or their relatives. It was
disloyal, and the sex hadn’t even been vanilla. He’d rubbed David’s throat raw
and called him hot, dirty names.

“Happens. It’s been nice to meet you,” Raja said
in the end.

David exhaled. “Yeah, so… I’ll be going.” He gave
Hunter a nervous smile and Blade a quick wave before he was off.

Hunter sighed once David walked off. “The kid’s
too nice for his own good. Our religious nut job mother fucked with his head. I
know he’s no biker material, but I want him to loosen up a bit. He’s wasting
his best years.”

Raja gave a slow nod. “Maybe he should get a job
and move out,” he said, uncomfortable with the idea of David trapped in a house
with a “religious nutjob”. Exploring on his own was what that boy needed. Maybe
just not with Raja.

“He does. He could take a gap year, live a little.
It’s hard to get through to him, and it’s not like I’ve kept in touch with that
part of the family.”

Blade nodded with a serious face. “On the other
hand, you wouldn’t want a kid like that to just go off the deep end.”

“Yeah, you could ease him in,” said Raja, wishing
this conversation would end already. Blade was not fucking funny. David was
already past the deep end after he let Raja scrub his tonsils fifteen minutes
ago.

Hunter nodded, but turned around when his
wife-to-be called him over to the door. “Gotta go. I’m gonna give him a lift
home, it’s gonna take him three hours on that silly bicycle. Enjoy yourselves.
More beers in the fridge.”

As soon as Hunter left, Blade exhaled
theatrically. “Whoa. Fuck me sideways. That was fucking messed up.”

Raja clenched his teeth. “If you tell
anyone
,
I’m gonna have Grim assassinate you.” The professional assassin who did jobs
for the whole club was a force to be reckoned with, and while Raja was joking,
he would not hesitate to pull Blade down with him.

Blade raised his hands. “I won’t, I won’t. And it
doesn’t look like the kid will be talking anytime soon.”

Raja slumped against the wall and rubbed his face.
“Fucking hell. It was so hard to keep my mouth shut once he started talking
about getting the kid pussy... but if the boy doesn’t tell on me, I’ll keep his
secret as well.“

“You don’t think he swings both ways?” Blade
wouldn’t rub the stupid smirk off his face.

Raja sighed and shook his head, waving at Spin,
who slowly approached them from across the room. A gray beard made him look
like the stereotype of a biker, but he was healthy and athletic for someone
over sixty years of age.

“How’s business going?” asked Spin, and Raja
looked at him, still rejecting the notion that he’d just fucked his friend’s
sibling.

“We haven’t been talking business. Everyone’s in
party mood.”

Spin stroked his beard with a huff and looked to
Raja. “The party actually puts shit in perspective. Look at all the Coffin
Nails from Detroit. They’ve got a new prospect, lots of hangarounds. They know
how to party, and they know how to do business. That’s why I wasn’t against the
patchover in the first place. But we have to live up to that. Become a strong
chapter, not just… hang out with them.”

Raja bit back the first answer that came to his
mind.
You should have accepted the nomination for prez then
, but he
chose not to antagonize his VP. He knew Spin meant well. They both wanted the
same things for their chapter.

“I know, but the Detroit chapter are the only
members I know. We lost our previous operation, because the sellers only wanted
to work with Head, may he rest in peace,” Raja said sarcastically. Head, their
previous club president, had been the worst homophobic douchebag Raja had ever
known, and that said something about the fucker. “We’re at square one, and the
national rally is still months away. We need to have a serious talk about the
angles we can take to become more independent. It can’t be just on me.”

Blade nodded. “Problem is, we don’t have enough
connections, and those take face time to build.”

Spin’s forehead got even more wrinkled. “That’s a
fair point. How about you go visit a few of the other chapters, stay over a few
days, see if you can establish some connections?”

Raja frowned. They were helping the Detroit club
with a bigger operation at the moment, but he supposed he could trust Spin to
take care of everything going smoothly. “Wouldn’t it be better if you went? I
might be the prez, but you’re far more experienced than I am.” And it wasn’t
false modesty. Raja wanted all the best for his club, and it terrified him that
he could disappoint his brothers, fail as a president, and further add to the
bulk of jokes about gays not being man enough to succeed in this kind of
environment.

“Yeah, and no offense, but it also might be easier
for a straight guy to go do the bullshit meet-and-greet,” Blade said

Spin instantly shook his head. “No. Raja is the
future of this club. Anyone who has a problem with him needs to either confront
him, or suck it up and accept he’s our prez. This isn’t the Rabid Hogs anymore.
If you’re confident, and your fists are tough enough, men respect you. End of
story.”

Raja exhaled and held Spin’s gaze. The man seemed
really confident that Raja could do this right. How could he disappoint that
kind of trust? Maybe Spin was right, and Raja’s worries were a load of
bullshit? He did need to meet new people if he wanted to stop being the little
puppy at the feet of the Detroit club’s Doberman, no matter how well the two
chapters worked together.

“At least I know you can keep the operation going
while I’m not here.”

“Good! Me, Blade, the guys, we’ll manage easily.”

Blade smiled and crossed his arms on his chest.
“It’s not such a bad idea when I think about it. Gotta branch out, right?”

Raja sighed and smiled despite the worry settling
in his gut. “Absolutely.”

He needed a drink.