CUTTER, 4 (Red Sin MC) (6 page)

Cutter pushed up behind me forcefully and yanked my jeans down so hard that the denim ripped partly at the crotch. I gasped but Cutter just shoved the fabric down to my knees, barely noticing.

I felt his fingers rubbing back and forth over my butt, feeling it through my cotton panties. I felt embarrassed right away for not wearing something sexier, but it’s not like I had planned on having sex when Heather and me started this little adventure. I was nervous he was going to make a sarcastic comment but a second later he pulled them down to sit with my jeans and inserted one of his fingers deep inside of my wet pussy, opening it up.

“Is this why you came here, Grace?” He whispered huskily into my ear.

I whimpered and my knees started to shake back and forth.

He sucked on the back of my neck roughly. “Is it? Did you come here hoping that I would fuck the shit out of you inside of a closet, Grace?” He wrapped his free hand around the front of my head and held my throat in place as he looked into my wide eyes. “Say it.”

“Yes,” I gulped.

He shook his head. “Say it. Say you came here to fuck me.”

“I came here to fuck you, Cutter.”

He yanked me harder into him in glee. “Now say please like a good girl.”

“Please,” I begged, unable to take much more of this teasing game.

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me!”

A second later I finally felt Cutter push himself inside of me. He was so big and I was still tight, it felt like he was stretching me out so far that I was sure to snap back at any moment and push him out. But I didn't. And then the shock went away and all I could feel was the pleasure.

He pounded me hard from the back, pulling on my hair and gasping.

I moaned loudly. “Cutter!” I’d never felt anything like this in my life.

“Yeah!” Cutter screamed, tearing my pussy apart harder and harder. “You like that, don’t you? You like when I fuck your tight little pussy from the back, Grace?”

“Yes!” I admitted. “Yes!”

He huffed and pushed one of my legs up on the wall so he could have even better access. “Oh, yeah, right there, baby.” My pussy was spread really wide now and he was emerging his entire cock inside of my tight tiny flower. “Right there, Grace, don’t you fucking move, Grace. Stay right there.”

I stayed but was unable to stop my body from shaking and one last shot of pleasure from floating through my body before I came all over his dick while it was up inside of me.

Cutter cried out happily. “Yes! Cum on my dick like a good girl!”

I let out a high-pitched scream; I’d never felt so good in my damn life.

He pumped me harder and harder, not slowing down for even a second. “Fuck! Yes! I’m going to cum, Grace! I’m going to cum all over the inside of my sweet cunt!” A second later he made good on his words and I felt his white thick cum disappearing somewhere inside of me.

The second he came I came to my senses and felt instantly guilty.

I’d had sex with him again without any protection.

What was wrong with me? I was an awful person.

Cutter pulled himself out of me, panting. He collected his composure for a few seconds and then swung me around, kissing me hard on the lips. He pulled away and searched my eyes. “Stop disobeying me, Grace. Just stop,” he told me, referring to me and Heather’s stunt.

“I know,” I whispered. “I know.”

And I did.

He nodded, accepting this for whatever reason. “Get dressed, I’ll get you some water and then I’ll be back.” His pants were already up and buttoned, no sign of what we just did written across his face. He paused at the door and chuckled. “That was so hot, you know that?” He shut the door behind him, not waiting for a response.

Boy, did I ever.

Chapter Six

CUTTER

Grace’s cunt was the most addicting thing I’d ever experienced.

I always thought danger and fear were the only things that would satisfy the need for excitement and thrill that ran deep within me. But Grace had changed all that. Suddenly, she was the thrill.

I already wanted to fuck her again.

She leaned forward in the back of her seat, a sense of concentration on her face. She was thinking about something, turning over every aspect of it in her head. What could she possibly have to worry about? She was perfect.

I glanced at the piece of skin between her jeans and shirt that was now exposed and told my cock to calm the fuck down. Nothing was going to get accomplished by having a hard on the entire drive home.

I looked behind us to make sure that the van that was carrying Krusher was still behind us. He had refused to give up his father’s location, so we’d taken him as a close second. His father was sure to want him back and if not then maybe The Misfits would settle for Stone’s son.

Shutter drove the van we were in happily. He was proud to have a real task, one that involved getting his leader home safe. An SUV zoomed by us and practically lunged into our lane of oncoming traffic, it swerved at the last second, coming inches from hitting us.

I laughed to myself, Blaze and Heather. He had insisted on getting her home safe. A task that I was sure he was starting to regret. He’d get her home safe all right; if she didn’t get him killed first.

Ace slept on the seat in front of us, leaving Grace and me alone in the back under a blanket. We’d been cuddling the entire ride home, something I was sure Blaze would give me shit about if he could see. I’d never cuddled with a female like that in my life, but it wasn’t just any female, it was Grace. My Grace and somehow things that always seemed stupid seemed less stupid with Grace.

Grace poked Ace in the shoulder. “Ace?”

He didn’t move.

“Ace?” She asked again, pushing him a little harder.

Still nothing.

“Cutter?” She stuck her bottom lip out, begging for my help.

I reached forward and smacked Ace across the top of the head.

He jolted forward, startled. “What? What? What’s wrong?”

“Wake up!” I told him.

“Cutter!” Grace said, shocked. “Not what I meant!”

I shrugged. “Hey, you asked for my help.”

“What’s going on?” Ace asked, turning around and looking at us with half open eyes. “What’s wrong?” He glanced around the van frantically like we were under attack or something.

I looked at Grace. How the hell should I know what she wanted?

Grace smiled sweetly at him. “So, I have a question.”

Ace shot me a pissed off look then turned around and repositioned his pillow against the seat. “Oh.” He fluffed up his pillow hard, making a big show out of making a ton of noise. “Yes, Grace? What can I help you with?”

‘I was wondering what you thought of my sister?” She asked him, leaning forward again and choosing to ignore his sarcastic and condescending tone.

He looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean what do you think of her? Do you think she’s pretty?”

Ace groaned and put his head back down. “How the hell should I know? I’ve never seen her.” He closed his eyes, the conversation being over as far as he was concerned.

“Yes, you did!” Grace gasped. “Just the other day! At my house!”

“I don’t remember any other girl being there except Heather,” Ace mumbled to her, not bothering to open his eyes. A second later we could hear the deep inhale of his breath in and out. He was already snoring loudly again
;
like the whole thing had been a dream.

Grace narrowed her eyes and leaned back into me. “Do you believe him?” She asked me, nuzzling her head into my chest. “I’ll have you know my sister is super hot.”

I put my arm around her tight, pulling her even closer to me. “Hey, if she looks anything like you then you don’t need to tell me twice.” I kissed her on the top of the head.

Her sister probably had a thing for Ace or something. Poor kid, she had no idea how little of a chance she stood. Ace had high standards; if you didn’t look like a model he wanted nothing to do with you. And even if you did look like a model, he only wanted something to do with you for one night. There was no way in hell he’d ever be interested in Grace’s little sister, hopefully, she knew enough to not take it personal the way some girls did.

Grace elbowed me playfully. “Thanks, but if you ever call my sister hot again we might have a problem.” She moved in closer to me and brushed her lips against mine. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not but I’m kind of a jealous person when it comes to you.”

I smirked and kissed her back. The feeling was mutual but it wasn’t something I was going to admit. Admitting that you were jealous was a sign of weakness, I’d rather just cut any guy’s head off that looked at Grace and call it a day.

She lay there for a while, not saying anything with her head on my chest. Ace snored in front of us loudly and Shutter had some corny jazz music or something playing loudly in the front of the van that he was jamming along to. If Blaze were here to witness this he’d groan in my face and complain about me taking in strays.

I had just started to think that Grace had fallen asleep when I felt her hand on my leg under the blanket, moving slowly up my leg as she inched closer and closer to my cock. Her hand stopped at my crotch and she started slowly tracing circles and rubbing back and forth on my package, waking him up.

My body went stiff in my seat. This was unlike her, taking control like this. I kind of liked it. She rubbed on me for a few more seconds until I had a full on boner and then giggled softly, pulling her hand away.

For a second, I thought she was just readjusting herself but soon she was leaning into me again and closing her eyes, like anyone could get any sleep after that. She was teasing me, or trying to.

And it had worked.

But there was no way in hell she was going to play that kind of game and get away with it. She had woken a sleeping giant and now it was her job to satisfy it. I wrapped her hand around mine and put it back under the blanket, moving it back and forth over my rock hard cock in my jeans.

I’d fucked her less than two hours ago and I already wanted more.

Grace glanced up at me with wide eyes as I unzipped my jeans and inserted my bare cock into her hands. She was shocked that this was happening? What the fuck had she thought would happen? You couldn’t tease a man and get him all worked up and then expect to not take care of it.

I grinned and started to move her hand up and down my shaft.

She glanced over the seat, nervous that Ace would see us but he was still sound asleep and Shutter was still lost in his own world. But even if they weren’t I wouldn’t give two fucks, it wasn’t like my brothers hadn’t seen me fucking girls two feet away from them before. But I wouldn’t do that to Grace. She wasn’t that type of girl. She was different. Special.

“Good girl,” I whispered as she worked her hand faster over me.

She looked so innocent and scared; it was so hot.

After a few more minutes I double checked to make sure Shutter wasn’t looking at us and then I pushed her head down under the blanket, letting her know that it was time for her to have a taste.

She shook her head, nervous. “We can’t,” she hissed.

“It’s okay, he’s in his own world.” I pushed harder on her hair. “Get to work, baby,” I soothed her. “Make me feel good with those sexy lips of yours,” I grinned and shoved her completely under the blanket.

A second later I felt her tongue starting to lick up and down my shaft. I inhaled deeply, taking in how wet her tight little mouth was. She opened wide and wrapped herself around me nice and slow.

God, I wished I could see her right now.

But just the image of her sucking my cock under the blanket was enough to make me rise higher and higher. I let out a deep groan, trying to hold myself together so neither of my brothers would hear.

Grace slurped up my cock nice and deep, slowing inhaling and exhaling it. I could already feel my stiff dick starting to jerk, begging to cum all over her mouth.

I moved my hand underneath and placed it over the back of her head, pushing her up and down deeper and harder so that I could get off faster. I shoved myself so far down her throat that I heard her gasp a few times. It took every single ounce of control I had to not groan the way I wanted to, to not scream out in satisfaction at how good she felt giving me head like the good girl she was.

I gave it one final thrust and then allowed myself to burst all over the inside of her mouth. I panted and moved my hand off her, trying to catch my breath. Grace pulled herself up and wiped at the side of her mouth, burying her head into my chest and gasping.

“Oh my God,” she whispered while shaking her head.

Oh my God was right.

I’d finally found the woman of my dreams.

***

GRACE

I felt like I had found the man of my dreams. Cutter literally left me breathless after every exchange I had with him. I couldn’t believe I’d actually let him fuck me inside of a closet and then sucked his dick in a moving van with two of his brothers less than ten feet away from us.

Who was I and what had I done with the real Grace?

But maybe this was a new Grace, the Grace that would do anything for the man she loved; or secretly loved. Or whatever it was you wanted to call it. All I knew was that Cutter had me doing things I thought I never would. And he had me feeling damn good about doing them, too.

I leaned back on the bed back in Cutter’s room and let out a long breath. What a night it had been. Long and full of things I’d never imagined happening. All I wanted to do was curl up and take the longest nap ever. I closed my eyes and turned on my side, snuggling in.

I’d just started to doze off when the door swung open and Heather came bursting in, full of energy. “Grace,” she called out loudly like I wasn’t only a few feet away from her. “There you are! Why haven’t you picked up your phone? I’ve been calling you for hours!”

I popped one eye open. “My phone is on silent, I’m tired. I was going to call you after I woke up from a nap,” I told her, hoping she would get the hint that I wanted to rest now.

She didn't.

Instead, she swung the door shut behind her and threw herself down on the bed next to me. “Nap? How could you nap at a time like this? I’m full of energy! After being trapped in the car with Blaze for hours while he gave me lecture after lecture about being more responsible I feel like I could burst!” She threw her hands up in the air. “I’m just dying to get out and do something wild!”

“Wild?” I frowned. We had just chased her brother across two states and followed him into an old warehouse filled with men with guns, where we shot and killed a bunch of them. And somehow we had lived to talk about it. How much wilder did she want to get?

“Yeah, wild!” She gave her dark hair a flick with her small hand. “Let’s go pick up your sister and get wild!” She started jumping up and down on the bed, excited.

Had she lost her marbles? The only wild thing my little sister was going to be doing was eating lots of healthy foods and getting a good nights rest. Anything extreme was off limits when it came to her.

“I’m not doing anything wild! Especially not with my baby sister!”

 
Heather sighed. “But don’t you want to get out? Did my brother not drive you as crazy as Blaze was making me? He wouldn’t even let me play any music on the way home!” She rolled her eyes. “I swear he acts like my father sometimes.”

“Uh huh, I’m sure you hated being all alone with Blaze for hours,” I said sarcastically, calling her out on her bullshit. “It must have been absolute torture.”

Heather got up from the bed and started fiddling with a pile of her brother’s clothes on the other side of the room. “Well, maybe I have it wrong,” she said, choosing to ignore me. “Maybe you’re just so tired from being screamed at by my brother the entire time.” She picked up a sweatshirt and pulled it over her head, deciding that it was hers now. “I mean he couldn’t have been too happy to hear the news about the little arrangement you and my father have going on.” She turned around and started fixing her hair in the mirror.

Shit.

With everything else going on I hadn’t exactly found the right time to tell Cutter what I had promised his father I would do for him. “Oh, yeah, about that… the time wasn’t really right to have that conversation.” I looked away from her guiltily. “You know how it is, wrong place wrong time, what can you do?” I tried to laugh it off nervously.

Heather wasn’t buying it. She swung around and gaped at me. “You don’t mean that you didn’t tell him?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Why the hell not?”

“There just wasn’t enough time!”

“What do you mean there wasn’t enough time? You were with him for hours! What the hell were you guys doing that whole time?” She paused and her eyes turned into narrowed little circles. “Wait a minute… did you… you had sex with him again!”

“No!” I lied.

“You did!” Heather looked disgusted. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I know! I know!” I threw my hands over my face. “I’m sorry, it’s just so hard to control myself once he starts kissing me. He has these hands that just feel like magic…”

Heather pushed her hands over her ears. “Ugh, stop! Stop! I don’t want to hear about this!” She walked over to the door and opened it. “He’s my brother and I love him even if he is a pain in my ass so you better tell him before the nights over or I will!” She slammed the door shut behind her.

I threw myself back on the bed and groaned.

Mostly because I knew she was right.

I had to tell Cutter tonight.