Bare-Knuckle Love (biker gay dark erotic romance) (Rabid Mongrels MC Book 1) (13 page)

Taking a cock this way felt so different from blow jobs when a dick in his mouth was the single point of contact. This time, Hyde’s whole body embraced him, those big arms held him in place, Hyde’s mouth ghosted over his shoulder, and it all transformed Jason into a hot, throbbing mess. There was something odd about the pain, too. It had a purpose, and now that it was fading into a dull throb, Jason realized it only made everything else more intense.

“How do you like that? You’re all stretched now, with a big dick up your ass,” whispered Hyde, moving his fingers over Jason’s tongue. “I knew you could take it.”

Jason moaned at the thrust Hyde did to emphasize his words. He’d been running from this all his life, only to end up getting fucked by the first guy he ever lusted for. Jason sucked on the thick fingers. He’d even suck another cock if Hyde wanted him to, he’d take everything. He arched his back to Hyde’s chest and stomach, and the sweat between them only got him hornier. There was not an inch of doubt, and nowhere to run from the conclusion— he wanted to get fucked, whatever that would make him.

Hyde slowly moved back and forth, stretching Jason, preparing him for more with each thrust. His hand squeezed Jason’s throat, not quite taking away his air supply but asserting the right to do so. It had Jason’s inner alarms constantly alert, ready to receive each new sensation. It was as if he were tuned in to focus only on Hyde and the way his hot dick pushed and pushed until it brushed against something that had Jason moaning like a bitch in heat.

Jason shut his eyes, and his knees slid wider apart. The grip Hyde had on him reminded him of a lock in the ring. Winner fucks the loser, but he wasn’t about to complain about giving in. A shiver of arousal went through his dick when Hyde pulled back and slammed in again. Jason let out a needy moan, reaching back and gripping onto Hyde’s side.

“Such a needy fucker,” said Hyde, straightening up behind Jason, and it was almost like losing your clothes on a cold night outside. Jason wanted him back and desperately pulled on Hyde’s hip in an attempt to lure him into the previous position. Hyde laughed, and Jason stopped breathing when that cock rapidly moved back, until just the head was in. Jason wanted to say something, but when Hyde slammed all the way in, the power behind that thrust pushed a weak mewl out of Jason’s lips instead.

“Feels like you tryin’ to keep me inside,” rasped Hyde, repeating the movement, his cock tickling Jason’s pleasure center as it pushed home.

The mix of arousal and slight pain made Jason shut his eyes tight and give in, unable to fight how physical sensations interacted with emotions he’d always kept buried. The man telling him that feelings were for sissies was long gone and six feet under. He’d
feel
if he wanted to— and get his heart broken if that would be what it took to live.

Jason leaned on the bench, with his elbows for better support, all too aware that Hyde surely straightened up to see Jason’s body better, watch his own dick drive into Jason’s ass.

“I’m a trap,” Jason groaned, bowing his head between his arms.

“You sure?” whispered Hyde, suddenly pulling out completely. Jason was too shocked for words, but he cried out at the stab of pleasure when Hyde pushed all the way in again, grinding his hips against Jason’s ass. The hair on Hyde’s stomach tickled Jason in the best way possible as he started a quick rhythm inside his relaxed hole.

The slapping of skin and Hyde’s firm grip on his hips had a myriad of porn clips playing on loop in Jason’s brain, but watching was nothing like experiencing the fuck himself. The first moment Hyde’s dick brushed against that wild spot inside of him, it was as if a neon sign got switched on in Jason’s brain. It read “Get Your Fuck Here” and pointed with its flashing lights to Jason’s ass. The way Hyde’s cock pistoned in and out was driving Jason into oblivion all too fast. He could live to serve this man. If that made him weak, then so be it.

“Yeah,” Jason hissed, spacing out, and in this one moment, unashamed of the filth about to leave his lips. “You won’t be able to get enough of fucking my ass. Is your dick ready? I bet it is. You can’t wait to come inside of me, can you? You’re gonna come so hard, I’m gonna be dripping with your jizz.” His hazy mind supplied an image of Hyde’s dick pulling out all spent, leaving his hole sore, red, and sticky with cum.

Hyde withdrew with a loud animalistic hiss. He pulled on Jason’s flesh and threw him to the floor. The cold tiles were a shock to Jason’s back, but when Hyde climbed on top of him and filled the emptiness in Jason once more, the inside of Jason’s body exploded with liquid heat. Hyde’s face was covered by a dark flush, his eyes dark, mouth swollen from their kisses. His long hair had long lost the band and was now hanging around his face. He gritted his teeth and pushed on Jason’s thighs, folding him in half as he started a furious rhythm, slamming his balls against Jason’s ass like a pro.

“I’m gonna leave you so sore you’re gonna need someone to carry you home,” he whispered.

The new angle of Hyde’s thrusts had Jason curling his toes and crying out. It was easier to reach his dick now, so he didn’t hesitate and jerked off in the rhythm of Hyde’s fucking. He could barely recognize his own voice when he came after just a few pumps to his dick, fueled by the pleasure coming from a spot inside his ass. His cum splashed Hyde’s stomach, and a few droplets reached as far as Hyde’s stubbly chin. What was more unexpected, though, was the way his ass began clenching and throbbing over Hyde’s cock. All Jason was left with was moaning and panting, too overwhelmed and incoherent.

“Don’t look away,” warned Hyde, breathless as his thrusts became uneven and brash. “I’m gonna come, and I want you to look at me, you little bitch.”

Jason put his hands on Hyde’s shoulders, squeezing the hot flesh. He was no longer embarrassed by the words. He’d be Hyde’s bitch and love every second of it. He was flushed, sweaty, and still on the high of his orgasm when he looked up into Hyde’s intense eyes. He bit his lips, trying to fight back a moan, all too aware of Hyde looking at him, but a sharp, punishing thrust forced out a squeal he didn’t know he was capable of. Jason’s fingers dug into Hyde’s arms, but he never looked away or even blinked.

Hyde was beautiful when he came. His eyes rolled back, mouth opened slightly, and he gave the tiniest moan, pressing hard against Jason’s ass. It was a
moment
, and Jason’s world slowed down as he watched Hyde come back from his high. There was a shadow of a smile on that handsome face. His hold on Jason’s limbs relaxed, and he pulled out, holding onto the condom Jason only now realized Hyde had been wearing all along.

It was an unexpected disappointment. Jason had imagined Hyde’s cum coating his insides, leaving him all sticky and used. He let his feet fall to the cold floor on both sides of Hyde, suddenly unsure what to say anymore, now that the spell of sex was wearing off. But even with Hyde’s cock out, Jason could still almost feel it in his raw hole. He didn’t regret anything.

Hyde tossed the condom at a small trash can nearby and scowled when it dropped to the floor. “Damn, I should have it by now,” he said, still sitting between Jason’s legs and kneading his thighs.

Jason bit his lip, embarrassed by the temptation of drinking the spunk out of the rubber. “Could have fucked me bare,” he whispered, more exhausted than after a fight.

Hyde’s eyes darted up, and he snickered. “You must
really
like me if you don’t want to fuck responsibly.”

Jason’s eyes widened when he felt two fingers entering his well-fucked hole. It was sore, but at the same time, the sting made him feel so unbelievably good. His lips parted for a little moan, but his face was on fire. The touch was much different than in the heat of sex, when all breaks were out.

Jason pouted, sliding his feet over the floor. “Responsibility is for pussies.”

“Yeah, I used to think that, and then I had a kid at eighteen.” Hyde snorted and traced the inside of Jason’s ass, caressing it gently.

Jason cleared his throat. “That’s a good point,” he muttered, but then his voice softened. “I do really like you, though. No one else makes me feel like you, so I’m letting your douchebag moves slide. I’m hopeless.”

Hyde laughed and slid to the floor next to Jason. He was relaxed, with a small smile on his face as he settled in Jason’s arms, with his hair tickling Jason’s bicep.

“You know how some people are nice just to get something?”

Jason squinted and tensed up. Was this fuck some stunt to butter him up? “What do you want?”

Hyde shrugged. “Sometimes people can also be complete douchebags to get what they want. Full disclosure: I bet on you winning.”

The words took a good few seconds to sink in. “What? But you told me to lose… Didn’t everyone else bet on me losing?”

Hyde sighed and kissed Jason’s forehead, as if they just finished a normal, cozy make-out session on the sofa. “Yeah, they heard the rumors, so I thought if you were pissed off at me enough, you’d win. Even made up the dogfight thing about Freak to rile you up. Lost again,” he said, finishing it with a whistle.

Jason tried to be angry, but he had been fucked too well. There was no rage left in him. “Fucker. Serves you right.” He slid his fingers over Hyde’s stomach. It trembled under his touch as Hyde laughed.

“I guess. Deceiving such an impressive man…”

Jason shook his head. “Not gonna fall for your flattery.”

“Sure, and now, after a few days of lies, you won’t believe me! Typical.” Hyde nuzzled Jason’s cheek and pulled closer. “I’m serious, though. You’ve got some endurance.”

A smile pulled at Jason’s lips. “I’m a fighter.”

Epilogue

Jason took his time packing. If the Mongrels lost their money this time, it wasn’t his problem. He fulfilled his obligations, so it was time to leave. His ass still ached after yesterday’s fuck, but it was a good kind of pain, one that would remind him of pleasant times. He’d probably sit on the bus to nowhere and clench his ass thinking of Hyde’s sweaty body towering over him. He would then cry a little bit on the inside, and then he’d find himself a fuck every now and then. Because he wouldn’t deny himself anymore.

There was a knock on the door, and Heidi raised her head, looking at it, before darting toward the entrance with a whine.

“Come in!” Jason said and zipped up his bag. There was a finality to it that he didn’t want to think about.

Hyde kicked the door open and briefly petted Heidi’s ear before pulling in a large box, and an equally enormous plastic bag. “Hi. Everyone’s left already.”

Jason put the bag over his shoulder. “Yeah, I suck at good-byes, so I didn’t want to make a big deal of it in the morning. Tell them it was nice to meet them.”

Hyde frowned at him and put everything on the floor. “You wanted to sneak out on me?”

Jason cleared his throat. This was exactly what he wanted to avoid. “I wouldn’t call it ‘sneaking out’ …You’re probably busy and all that.”

“I was picking up your housewarming gift. You’d make it more work for me if I had to return all this to the store,” said Hyde, kicking the box.

Jason’s trail of thought came to a halt. “What? You wanna
keep
me?” He realized how that sounded and quickly rephrased it. “I mean, you want me to stay?”

Hyde cleared his throat. “It’s a nice bedroom set, made with actual down. So you know, we can be comfortable. I talked with Beth and Amanda, and they don’t want me fucking upstairs. Because Cody. I can be loud.” Hyde chewed on his lip and stepped closer to Jason.

Jason’s eyes were growing wider. Hyde did want to keep him. “I have no job.”

“You’re a fighter. You’re good.” Hyde grabbed the front of Jason’s shirt and pulled him closer.

Jason dropped his bag to the floor. “I lost you money. Twice.”

Hyde snorted. “Yeah, and one of those was because I’m an asshole.” He took a deep breath, staring at Jason without another word.

“With your looks…” Jason took a deep breath. “There’s guys hotter than me out there.”

“Not that many willing to put up with me.” Hyde smiled and leaned in, his long hair tickling Jason’s cheek. “I’m not gonna change.”

“So your offer is: I get a down comforter, and you keep being an arrogant, manipulative bastard?” Jason raised his eyebrows with a smirk. That was so typical of Hyde, and he couldn’t help but be attracted to it. He didn’t think he could ever fall for a regular nice guy.

Hyde nipped at the tip of Jason’s nose. “I can be good when I like someone. Besides, you did seem to like using my
tool
.”

Jason leaned closer and kissed Hyde’s perfect lips with his own bruised ones. He’d love to use Hyde’s tool every day.

Hyde closed his eyes and leaned into Jason’s embrace. “And a special perk. You get to prospect for the Mongrels.”

Jason wrapped his arms around Hyde’s neck. He did want to stay. He hadn’t even wanted to admit that to himself before, but now that it was a possibility, his heart began to beat so fast he was getting flushed.

“What does that entail?” Jason whispered into Hyde’s lips before another kiss. It didn’t feel as lusty as any of the other kisses they shared so far, but the gentleness behind Hyde’s lips had Jason’s heart leaping in a different way altogether. Jason was kissing a man and loving it.

“Hn… doing what the other members tell you to do. Especially the president,” rasped Hyde.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Jason tightened his hug, still overwhelmed with another change in his life. Hyde was rocking his world to the core yet again.

Hyde chuckled and looked up, with his nose touching Jason’s. “He could say something like ‘Prospect, suck my dick.’”

“Fuck, guess I’d have to do it if I’m prospecting…” Jason’s smile widened, and he dropped to his knees, elated. He was pretty sure he’d be thoroughly enjoying his time with the Rabid Mongrels MC.

The End