Chapter 63 Your mouth is so good.
Viper
The welcome-back party was in full swing. The common room was packed, brothers, Old Ladies, club girls, supporters, hang-arounds. We had eight new prospects. Never had that many before.
My girl was in the middle of it all, dancing with Jenna, Carrie, and Hattie. Lori was running the bar. Bear had his Old Lady against a wall, and she was making enough noise to draw a crowd. He loves an audience.
I watched Butcher watching Hattie. I walked over.
“Like the view?” I asked.
“She’s fun,” he grunted. “Girls say they want the wedding next weekend. Checked the calendar. We’re clear for a month.”
“Good. Heard you’ve got a nice surprise coming Saturday.”
He looked at me, confused. “What’s Saturday?”
“Butcher. It’s your birthday. Your forty-eighth.”
“Huh. So it is.” He shook his head. “This year flew.”
I nodded, my eyes back on Catalina. A couple of hang-arounds tried to cut into their dance circle. She shut it down fast, pointing at their cuts. Then one tried it with Hattie, she wasn’t wearing a cut and Butcher barked, “No!”
All the girls looked over. Hattie’s eyes went wide. The guy backed off.
“You just claim her?” I asked.
“No. I just don’t share. I’m not like you.”
“I only share with people I trust.”
“Yeah, we all heard how you trusted Beast. Whole club had to leave that day. Catalina was loud.”
I laughed.
“What about Bull?” he asked. “You trusted him quick.”
“I was working through some shit. Bull’s easy to talk to. We traded stories. And seeing him and Tami with Catalina… that was hot. Didn’t mind sharing that.”
“Hattie likes to share. Hints about bringing another woman into my bed. Likes to be in charge sometimes.”
“You got a problem with that?”
“No. Had threesomes before. But fuck, Rip, I’m gonna be forty-eight.”
“So? Think you’re too old? Are you thinking of settling down like me and Torque?”
“Maybe. And fuck no, I’m not too old. I like Hattie. Not sure she’s it, though. She’s been married. Says she’ll never let a man control her again. I need some control. She’s too independent. I need someone to take care of. Got a hero complex, I guess.”
“Butcher, not long ago you told me when the right girl came, I’d fall. You were right. I fell hard and fast. So I’m telling you: she’s out there. You’ll know. If it’s not Hattie, then just have your fun.”
“You got wise, kid.”
“It’s loud enough in here to muffle my girl,” I said, clapping his shoulder. “I need to find Beast.”
He laughed and nodded toward the kitchen.
I finished my beer, tossed the bottle, and went to find my brother.
Beast was in the kitchen, eating a sandwich.
“Hey,” he said around a mouthful.
“Need a favor.”
His whole body stopped. He had the sandwich halfway to his mouth, and he just froze there, looking ridiculous.
“Tonight,” I said. “I want to play. I need you under Catalina, let her ride you, while I take her ass.”
“Jesus fuck.” He dropped the sandwich, grabbed his beer, and drained it. After he swallowed, he started nodding. “Thank you. Thank you.” He came around the island and crushed me in a hug. “You’re the best brother ever.”
“Beast, what the hell?”
“Rip, your girl… she’s my dream. I would’ve tried for her that first night, but you got there first. No offense, but I’ve jerked off to the memory of her. And that video she sent you that I accidentally saw over your shoulder.”
I grunted. “Are you in love with my girl?”
“Fuck no. Just in lust.”
“Okay then. Go get her. I’ll meet you in my room.”
He was out the door before I finished. I went to my room, got the lube from the nightstand, and took off my cut. I could hear her squealing down the hall, Beast laughing. The door burst open and he dumped her on the bed. She bounced, looking from him to me, confused.
“What’s going on? Why did he just kidnap me?”
“Baby,” I said, taking off my shirt. Beast started undressing too. “Tonight, we’re playing out a fantasy. You’re going to ride Beast. Make him feel good. Then I’m going to take that ass.” I growled the words. I was already hard, just thinking about it. “I’m going to record it. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes,” she panted.
She was in a little red button-down dress. She undid the top buttons, got on her knees on the bed, and shimmied until the dress fell. Her breasts spilled out. Beast and I both groaned. She stood up, let the dress drop, and she was in a red lace thong.
“Fuck,” Beast hissed, grabbing his pierced cock.
She pointed at him, then at the bed. He climbed on. She stood over him, took off her thong, and lowered herself toward his face.
“Fuck yes,” he said, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto his mouth.
She threw her head back, grinding against him, moaning. I could hear how wet she was. I got a condom out, set it on the table, and told Beast it was there. I poured lube into my palm, stroking myself as I watched her ride his face. She cried out when she came, and I heard him swallowing. She squirted into his mouth. I growled, so turned on.
“Enough, baby. Get on his cock.”
She leaned over, got the condom, and moved down his body, straddling his thighs. She stroked him a few times as he groaned. Then she bent over, taking him into her mouth.
“Fuck, Catalina,” he shouted, thrusting up. “Your mouth is so good.”
While she was bent over him, I lubed my fingers again and circled her tight back door. She moaned. I pushed one finger in. She pushed back, grinding on my hand. I worked in a second, then a third. She tensed, then relaxed.
“That’s it, baby. Open up for me.”
She came off his cock with a gasp as I pumped my fingers, stretching her. She tore open the condom and rolled it onto him. He hissed at the touch.
“Better hurry,” he gritted out. “I’m already close.”
I helped her lift up, and she slowly sank down onto him. He held her waist, guiding her. She moaned the whole way down. I got behind her. Beast spread his legs to give me room.
I pushed on her shoulders, bending her forward. Her head rested in the crook of Beast’s neck. He was stroking her hips.
“Here we go, baby,” I whispered.
I pressed the head of my cock against her. She tensed. I ran my hand softly down her back until she relaxed. I pushed, and slipped inside. A high, keening sound came from her throat.
“Shhh, it’s okay.” I pulled out, pushed back in, going deeper. Beast hissed. Catalina moaned. I kept moving until I was all the way in. “There. You okay, angel?”
She was gasping, moaning words that made no sense. Beast and I chuckled. Then we started to move.
It was heaven. She was so tight. I could feel Beast through the thin wall inside her. We were a mess of groans and slapping skin and sweat. I sped up. Beast matched me. Catalina’s body began to shake.
“Yes… yes… oh god, yes!” she screamed.
Liquid spilled out of her as she clenched around us. Her body tightening set us both off. Beast roared. I roared. We came together.
Catalina and I collapsed on top of Beast. He grunted, then started chuckling.
“That was fan-fucking-tastic!” he shouted.
Catalina and I laughed, breathless. Later, after Beast kissed her head and clasped my hand, we took a long shower and fell into bed.
I held her as she drifted off. “I love you, angel,” I whispered into her hair.