Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

37. Alexis

The feeling of him stretching me as he filled me was pure fucking ecstasy.

I was still reeling from the mindblowing orgasm his tongue and fingers had delivered.

Grabbing the back of my knees and lifting them onto his shoulders, in one swift movement he was buried deep inside of me, the feeling of his head pressing against my cervix.

The man was fucking huge.

As he thrust inside of me it was like all the stars aligned. I'd never felt such pleasure in my life. I couldn't remember our first time together even feeling this good, although the alcohol had well and truly clouded my judgement that night.

I'm going to cum Dom, I exclaimed as he relentlessly ploughed into me over and over.

Fuck yes baby, was all he said, and as if my body had been waiting for his permission, my orgasm ripped through me upon his command, and I felt his cock twitch inside of my clamped walls as he found his release seconds after.

Collapsing on top of me, we lay, tangles together. A hot, sweaty, panting mess.

I love you Alexis, he suddenly blurted looking deep into my eyes.

Don't you ever fucking leave me.

The sincerity in his voice scared me, words of a man who'd been hurt before and never fully recovered.

Wrapping my arms around him I pulled him towards me, locking our lips in a heated, needy kiss.

I couldn't tell him the words he wanted to hear from me. I knew I was falling for him, he made me feel unlike any man ever had before.

Wanted. Needed. Loved. Beautiful.

All things I was sure I wasn't capable of feeling before.

Amazing how just one person can come into your life and completely flip it on its head. To change your perspectives on everything you thought you believed in.

Yet here I was, open to the idea of being on love again. A true testament to the fact.

We have another club coming to stay in a couple weeks, he told me as we lay naked in each others arms.

Probably best if you meet the brothers before then, he continued with a grin.

I already told you Dominic, I'll meet them when my face is better, I replied.

No way was I going to let him introduce me to the most important people in his life looking like this.

Your still the most beautiful woman in any room, he replied kissing the top of my head.

***

Touching up my make up one last time, I put my compact away and sighed.

I'd been at the clubhouse a little over a week, and I'd finally run out of excuses to not meet the rest of the club.

So far, every time Dom brought it up I'd managed to distract him with sexy time, but he'd put his foot down finally.

It was hot as hell to, watching him go all macho man on my ass and demand I meet his family.

I don't know why I was stalling. Hell, its not like I had any family of my own. Charlie and her family were the closest thing I've had in a long time, and now that I'd shut her out they'd be gone too.

She'd called me every single day, multiple times a day since shit hit the fan with Logan, but I couldn't face that yet. I knew I'd have to eventually, hear her side of the story, but I just couldn't right now.

One step at a time.

A knock on the door startled me.

Hey babe, ya almost done in there. Party will be in full swing by now, better get there before everyone's fucking trashed.

Opening the door, I gave him a nervous smile. He kissed me, then grabbed my hand, guiding me out of the room and downstairs.

The noise got louder the closer we got to the bar, and my sweaty palms betrayed my poker face, revealing my nerves to Dom.

Don't freak out babe, he whispered in my ear. If they love you half as much as I do you got nothing to worry about. Just do me a favor k babe? When we're around the boys, call me Reaper. Nobody uses their names round here.

I nodded, and we entered the room, me half hidden behind Dom's looming figure. Peering around him, the sight that greeted me was straight out of a movie.

Heavy metal music pounded through the giant speakers. The air thick with clouds of cigarette smoke.

I spotted Deena and Jenny both tucked in a back both with a couple of old, scarred men, their other halves I assumed.

The bar was crowded. Leather clad men sat at in the stools, nursing drinks and whores, while a cut-less guy basically ran back and forth serving them all.

A stage smack in the middle of the room hosted another group of what looked like hookers, dressed in next to nothing, grinding, twerking and whatever else you wanted to call it with each other, as a couple bikers whistled and cat called in their direction.

Two pool tables graced the space next to me. A game between two men already well underway on one, while the other was... empty, aside from the giant dude with some chick bent over the side of it absolutely fucking the shit out of her. I was shocked to say the least.

Public sex wasn't something I was used to seeing. But as I studied the room on a deeper level, it was obvious to see that was just the norm here.

Everywhere I looked, someone had their hands down someone's pants. As Dom pulled me towards the bar, a busty brunette with a ring piercing through her nose appears off the floor, wiping the corner of her mouth as the biker she'd been with stood up and spun around mid zip, slapping her on the ass as she walked away. The place was a fucking live orgy.

Pausing and mentally preparing to turn and run, Dom seemed to sense my anxiety and tightened his grip on my hand.

Relax babe, just ignore all the bullshit.

Is it like this all the time? I asked mystified.

Welcome to club life baby... he answered with a grin.

Well... just so you know... your shit out of luck of you think ill be doing that, I gestured to a nearly naked woman bouncing up and down on some guys cock in a booth, here, I finished, motioning around the room.

He laughed.

Wouldn't fucking dream of it Alexis. I've told you your all mine. No brother of mine will see my woman so... compromised.

Reaper!!!! How fucking nice of you to join us! A voice boomed across the room.