Chelsea (The Club Girl Diaries Book 2) (6 page)

The bulge that strained against the front of his jeans was evident. I knew I affected him the same way he did me. He unraveled his arms, one reached down to palm his cock, the other gathered my hair into his fist at the base of my neck. He pulled, not harsh enough to cause a lot of pain but enough to make me gasp. My mouth hung open as I was forced to look up at him. His eyes burned through me. He was angry, but it wasn’t the first time we’d done this dance.

I’d defied him and now he needed to know that I was ready to follow the rules again. I would give it to him. I’d hand over my power and allow him to have control. I knew I’d done wrong—I’d broken the club rules. I now knew, that in his own way, he was just trying to protect me and keep me safe from whatever threat there was against the club. Now I needed to prove to him that he could trust me again.

“Do you understand now? Do you get why things have been the way they have?”

I licked my lips, attempting to moisten them as my breaths had become short with the excitement building inside me. “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

His eyes fired with pleasure at my answer. The grip on my hair loosened and his fingers went to my scalp, massaging away the sting he’d caused. It almost made me want to purr like a cat.

“You gonna be my good girl again and follow the rules?”

I nodded, eager to do anything to just get him to touch me.

“Mmm …” His other hand reached up to cup the side of my face and I leaned into it, closing my eyes. “Take my cut off and hang it up. I’m ready to see just how sorry you are for your disobedience.”

I nuzzled his hand before stepping around to his back. I pressed my naked body against the leather as I reached over his shoulders to grab the front of his cut. I heard a soft growl leave his mouth as I rubbed myself against him, the club patches sewn to the back nipping at my skin with their rough, worn edges. I pulled back reluctantly, slipping the leather off his shoulders and down his arms slowly.

He made his way to the bed, took a seat on the edge and began to remove his large, heavy motorcycle boots. I turned and hung his cut on the back of the bedroom door, letting my fingers linger on the leather. It felt good, soft and smooth, but worn and rough at the same time, much the same as its owner.

“Come here.”

I walked straight to him, wanting to reach out and touch him—kiss him. Optimus and I had a great balance. He wasn’t always like this, stern and strict when it came to sex. Often he would encourage me to do what I wanted, what felt good. But this wasn’t one of those nights and I could tell he wasn’t in the mood for me to take on my own advances.

He reached for the collar of his shirt at the back and pulled it over his head, dropping it on the floor before his hands reached out to me and grasped my hips. I went with the movement as he pulled me between his legs, his mouth just inches from my breasts. One of his hands slipped from my hips and I sucked in a breath as fingers ran the outline of my ass and dipped into my pussy.

I gripped his head with both my hands, attempting to steady myself. My fingers threaded through his short hair and I pushed myself back onto his fingers, forcing them deeper inside me.

“Always so ready for me, Blackbird,” he whispered, nuzzling his face against my breasts, the stubble on his jawline creating the perfect friction against my skin. “Fuck my fingers. Get yourself off.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I moved my hips up and down, back and forth until I found the motion that would give me the most pleasure. I couldn’t help but moan as I rode his hand. My fingernails scratched softly at his scalp as I felt myself climbing higher and higher, searching for the edge so I could fall off into orgasmic oblivion.

His hand suddenly slipped away, so did the possibility of finding that end, and I couldn’t help but whimper. He chuckled softly and I looked down, finding his eyes staring right back at me. “You think I was just going to let you get there without having my own fun too?”

“Please.” I whispered softly, my throat was dry and I was desperate to get some sort of relief.

“Knees.”

I released his head from my grip and ran my fingers down his gorgeously toned chest as I sunk to my knees before him. He pulled at his belt and unbuttoned his jeans as I sat quietly and watched—eager and excited. I wanted to please this man, I wanted to make him happy.

Optimus was the first man to make me feel this way. I’d had boyfriends growing up. Usually, boys that were living the same life as I did and liked to rebel just like me. The difference was that none of them demanded my submission or ever pushed for control. The majority of the time I was the one taking the lead.

I’d always enjoyed sex. It was a natural part of who we are as people. We have sex because we like it, we love that feeling it gives us. But it wasn’t until I met Optimus that I realized all the boys I’d screwed before were just that—boys.

Optimus was a natural born leader. Commanded attention, he talked and you fucking listened. He was what I never knew I’d been missing.

My attention snapped back as soon as his cock sprung from his pants. Optimus was gifted with something amazing in that region. It was big, it was hard, and the tip shone in the light, just begging for my tongue to taste it.

“I love seeing that look in your eyes. Just knowing that you’re dying to get your lips around my dick.” He stood up from the bed, his pants dropped to the floor and I shuffled back as he stepped out of them. He gripped his hardness in his hand and pulled at it a few times. I wiggled my hips, trying to find some sort of pressure or friction on my clit as I watched him play with himself just inches from my face. My nipples ached, needing some kind of attention. My hands instantly rose and I palmed my breasts, squeezing and pinching.

“You want it, baby?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He hummed in appreciation as he watched me pull at my hardened buds, each tug sending a jolt straight through my body to my slick pussy.

“Thought I wanted my cock in that mouth, it obviously needs to be taught a lesson in respect from the way you spoke to me tonight,” he said deeply, trying to hold his composure but I could tell from his voice he was just as much in need as I was. “But I need to fuck you hard, and your mouth won’t be able to take the punishment I’m about to lay on you.”

My heart began to race and I had to physically stop myself from launching myself at him in a desperate need to have his body.

“Stand up and bend over the dresser,” he ordered with a short flick of his head.

I climbed back onto my feet and turned to the dresser where I’d just placed my jewelry after taking it off. I placed my hands on the top and bent slightly, knowing he was getting a perfect view of exactly how he was affecting me. I could feel that my pussy was completely drenched. I needed him inside me soon before I decided to take things into my own hands.

His body soon warmed me, his length pressed up snug between my cheeks. His hand ran up my back, starting at the base of my spine until his fingers laced into my hair. Moving his hips away, and just as I was about to protest at the loss, his cock thrust into me and he pulled at my hair simultaneously. The contrast of pain and pleasure causing me to scream out his name. He pounded into me, then drew out slowly before doing the same thing again. His other hand reached around to grasp one breast, kneading, and tweaking. My body was overcome with sensations.

“Fuck!” he growled loudly as he slammed into me again.

“Yes!” I cried as he began to speed up, but with just as much power behind his trusts. “Yes, Optimus!”

“Touch that pussy,” he ground out through his teeth. “I’m gonna make you come so hard it’s gonna feel like a vice around my dick.”

I managed to steady myself with one shaky hand as the other reached between my legs and rubbed at my swollen clit. My fingers grazed against him as he slipped in and out, punishing my slick hole just like he said he would. But it felt so fucking good. One of the attractions of the club was its men. I wanted a man to be strong and powerful. I’d spent so much time watching out for myself, looking after myself, to be with someone who didn’t know how to stand up, take the lead and be a fucking man.

My body began to ache, but it felt amazing. It was like I was running, sprinting toward the finish line. Every part of me cried out as I saw the end coming, knowing how good it would feel when I reached it.

“Oh my God,” I moaned deeply as my whole body began to shudder. The wave of ecstasy hit me hard.

Optimus lifted me and pressed my back against his chest, releasing my hair and wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me up as my legs threatened to give way. I threw my arms back and linked them behind the back of his neck, my eyes falling closed as he continued to slide in and out of, allowing me to ride the wave even longer.

He nipped at my neck, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he gave one last thrust and shot his release deep inside of me. I flinched at the pain, digging my fingernails into the back of his neck. He groaned, deep and animalistic before lapping at his bite mark and soothing the sting. I clung to him, relishing in having his body so close after not being with him for so long. He soon slipped out of me, the feeling causing my body to shudder. He laughed softly, his face still tucked into the crook of my neck.

“Shower,” he grumbled.

I smiled. “Give me a minute because we both know round two is gonna start as soon as we’re in that shower, and I’m just not sure if I can have another orgasm when I’m pretty sure this one hasn’t finished yet.” I squealed as I found myself being lifted off the floor and cradled in his arms.

“I’m willing to test that theory.”

As cliché as it sounds, it felt good to be in his arms. I’d missed the feel of his body over the last week. How he felt stretched out over me, how his calloused fingers and hands felt against my smooth skin. I giggled as his bristled chin found its way to my naked shoulder.

“Good morning.” His voice was gruff and filled with sleep.

“Shh.”

“Why am I sushing?”

“I have this theory that your boys can hear the sound of your voice from miles away. Sort of like a dog whistle.” His body shook with laughter and I couldn’t help but smile as warmness filled me. I know it wasn’t very often people got to see this Optimus. “I just know one of them is going to hear you and hunt you down, needing you to help with something that they could have done themselves.”

“President’s job is never done.” His lips pressed to my skin and moved slowly from my shoulder to the center of my back. I shivered and my eyes fell closed.

“Well, Mister President,” I breathed.

“Mmm …” Optimus rolled me onto my stomach and straddled my back. His hands massaged at my muscles and I let out a light moan in delight. It was this Optimus that I cherished, the one who treated me like a queen. The one who wasn’t afraid to laugh and smile for fear of letting his guard down. This was the man I was falling for. Not the arrogant caveman that tried to control my every move. “Fuck, I could worship this body forever. It’s fucking perfect.”

I laughed and wiggled as his hands palmed my ass cheeks, kneading them gently. “You’re supposed to be massaging, not copping a feel.” I giggled as I swatted at him. The flat tone of his laugh vibrated through my body.

“It’s mine. I’ll do what I like with it.” He squeezed and I just knew that was going to bruise.

“Well …” I started, but the objection ended quickly with a resonating slap. I screamed and my ass cheek burned.
“Optimus!”

A wet tongue soon soothed the sting. It slipped suspiciously close to my center and I resisted the urge to push myself back into his face as his tongue attacked everywhere, but my pussy. I groaned, horny and needy.

“Need something, Blackbird?”

“Mmm … please.” His body came back over mine, his toned chest pressed me into the mattress and I could feel his hard length grind against my ass. “Op, please.”

“I want you to promise me something,” he murmured in my ear. At this point, I was desperate to have him. Everything about Optimus was a turn on for me, even his caveman ways at times.

“Okay,” I groaned, pushing back against him.

“Promise me you’ll always talk to me. Shit’s getting crazy, but I need you to always speak to me before you do anything stupid.” His voice was soft, desperate almost.

“Okay …?” I said, a little confused.

He attacked my body and worshiped it just like he said he would. The connection between us was undeniable, even though both of us as stubborn as we were, attempt to do just that occasionally.

I tucked the sheet around my body as I sat and watched him move around the room. My body was so deliciously sore. Optimus always pushed me to my limits and in turn I reached heights and pleasures that I’d never experienced with anyone else.

He smiled as he caught my eye in the mirror. That smile was everything. It was like a rare diamond. It was stunning and beautiful and real, and something I felt like he only ever saved for me. With the boys, you’d see the occasional cheeky smirk. But a genuine smile—never.

I opened my mouth to ask where he was going, but there was a banging at the door.

“Op?” Blizzard called through the door.

Optimus’ face sunk, even while he kept direct eye contact with me. “Yeah?”

“They’re here.”

His eyes darted away and suddenly all his concentration was on his shitkickers. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

I sat up, confused by the sudden change of demeanor. I listened for Blizzard’s boots disappearing down the hall. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he muttered as he tossed his cut on his back, slipping one arm through and then the other.

“Bullshit, you were fine. Who’s here?”

“I said it was
nothing.
” I flinched and pulled the sheet tighter around me. “Chel … I’m …”

He pulled at his short hair, the words stuck in his tongue. After a minute, all I got was a loud growl as he stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him. I was used to Optimus’ mood changes. When he was in the bedroom with me, he acted a lot differently than when he was with his brothers. He took his role within the club very seriously. Sometimes too seriously. I quickly threw on some clothes and headed toward the main room where all the brothers seemed to be congregating.

I propped myself up against the bar in the far corner by the hallway door, not knowing whether I was meant to be there or not and needing to be able to make a quick exit if necessary. A woman walked through the door. She was beautiful. Her hair was a gorgeous shade of orange that sparkled in the autumn sunlight. She wore a tight pair of dark wash denim jeans, a small ankle boot, and a simple white singlet. You could tell from her outfit that she was a no fuss girl. She didn’t care about impressing anyone and didn’t need to dress up to get attention. Her beauty was all natural. I could have seen us being friends.

That was until I watched a smile light up her face and I followed her eyes. They were directed straight at Optimus. My blood boiled as her pace quickened. She pulled up in front of him, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her tightly to his chest.

My heart raced. I didn’t know who this woman was, or what she was doing here, but it was quite obvious that she and Optimus had some type of bond, some type of history. Jealousy burned through me, consuming all other emotions. Technically, Optimus wasn’t mine, but watching him touch another woman so tenderly had my head reeling and my stomach turning.

I pushed myself further in the corner, whether he realised I was there or not I wasn’t sure, but as he gripped both sides of her face and touched his forehead to hers I began to feel tears well in my eyes. He whispered quietly to her and she nodded softly, her smile changing and becoming slightly downcast and sad.

I shook my head, figuring that Optimus had not invited me to this meeting for a reason and I began to step backward and head back to my room. The woman moved from Optimus and was taken into the arms of several brothers. I started to feel better, she was obviously someone who was important to the club.

Just as I turned to head back through the hallway door, I heard an excited squeal.

“Daddy!”

I frowned, I hadn’t seen any old ladies around with kids. “
Daddy!
Uncle Blizzard is trying to tickle me.” I followed the little girl with dark mahogany curls as she zipped through the patio doors. Blizzard was laughing right on her tail as she sped across the wooden floor. I knew all the club kids and I’d never seen this little girl before, but I also didn’t see any other visitors in the room apart from the woman with the orange hair, who I assumed to be her mother.

Who was she calling?

No.

As I watched the beautiful young girl leap into Optimus’ arms, it felt as though someone had kicked me in the stomach. The air rushed from my lungs and I struggled to breathe. Optimus swung her around, a broad smile stretched across his face. A smile that I now knew was
not
just for me.

“Daddy, save me,” she called, giggling as Blizzard tried to reach around his friend to grab at her feet and legs. Optimus laughed and tucked her into his side with a tender kiss on her cheek. I scanned the room. No one looked surprised; no one looked like this was out of the ordinary. They all smiled as they eyed the reunion.

Run, you need to run.

Tears clouded my vision as I tried to make my way backward, away from it all. My legs wobbled, obviously not getting the memo my brain was trying to send them, and I stumbled to the side, falling into a table and causing it to scrape loudly across the floor.

Several sets of eyes looked my way, but there was only one set that’s chocolate brown depths turned my insides to mush. They widened momentarily before he regained his composure and his usually stern face returned. The girl’s mom looked back and forth between us, clearly confused. I didn’t dare scan the other faces in the room. Knowing exactly what kind of reactions I would find—pity.

“Daddy, will you come play with me?” the little girl asked, oblivious to the tension that had filled the room. His eyes stayed focused on me as he adjusted her on his hip and took a slow step as if he was about to move toward me.

But I was already gone.

Run, keep running.