The party’s much bigger than the last one, and people spill out of the clubhouse to dance around bonfires lit on the car park and grounds. Strangers fill the bar, hedonistic, sensual self-indulgence freeing them to forget their inhibitions. Naked women dance on podiums with their heads tipped back, lost in the music.
Overwhelmed, I shrink into Echo’s embrace, allowing him to guide me through the room. A path clears for Echo as he walks. His naturally intimidating presence is dangerous enough for people to instantly recognise he’s not someone to fuck with. We stop at a table, and I’m grateful to spot the familiar faces of Sleaze and Brandi.
“Liv, you look hot. I love this dress on you,” Brandi says, leaping from Sleaze’s lap and pulling me into a hug.
“Thanks, hon, you look gorgeous too,” I say. She’s wearing super skinny, high-waisted jeans and nude heels, her top’s got a high neck with panels of fabric cut out to hint at the skin beneath.
Brandi twirls and laughs. “Sleaze thinks so too,” she says, winking at me. Sleaze growls, and his hands snap out to grab her around the waist, pulling her into his lap. I laugh loudly as Sleaze drags her closer and kisses her passionately.
Echo hands me a drink and lifts me to sit in his lap. Sipping it, I watch the revellers for a moment thoughtfully. “It feels like such a long time since we were at the last party, but it’s been less than two weeks,” I say.
His hand slides up my leg before dipping beneath my dress. When he speaks, his voice rumbles sexily in my ear. “I wanted you so bad that night.”
I turn to look at him fully and smile. “You ignored me the whole night, then threatened to kill that guy and dragged me off to your room.”
His laugh vibrates through his chest. “I didn’t take my eyes off you all night, sugar. I tried to leave you alone, but the moment Puck touched you, I knew you were mine and he needed to keep his hands to his fucking self.”
People start to join our table. Park arrives first, his assessing eyes watching me cautiously. Two bikers I don’t know arrive, then Blade, and finally Puck. I freeze, my whole body tensing. Echo’s grip tightens, and he pulls me closer into his arms before he turns to Puck and growls ominously.
Puck strides straight up to Echo and holds out his hand. “Brother, I didn’t know she was yours. I’m sorry.”
Echo leans forward, grasps Puck’s outstretched hand, and shakes it. “Apology accepted, brother. I’ll still fucking kill you if you touch her again.”
Puck smiles and nods. “No worries.”
Puck tilts his head in my direction, silently seeking permission to speak to me. Echo nods and Puck turns and kneels in front of me. My eyes widen, unsure what he plans to do. I expect him to touch me; he doesn’t, his hands stay resting on his knees. “Olivia, please accept my apology. I’m sorry.”
His words sound sincere, and when I glance at his face, his eyes urge me to believe him. Nodding, I lean forward slightly. “That’s okay, but I appreciate the apology. I’m sure he doesn’t actually mean he’d kill you.”
His laugh alters his features completely. “You’re his old lady, I’d deserve it.” I shrug and wrinkle my nose slightly in agreement. Puck laughs and rises, moving to the other side of the table, sitting next to Blade.
Brandi catches my eye and signals that she wants to dance. I climb out of Echo’s lap, but his hand grabs mine, halting me. “Where you going?”
I lean down and kiss him lightly. “To dance,” I say. He nods, slaps my arse playfully, and turns back to his friends.
I down the rest of my drink quickly. Then Brandi grabs my hand and pulls me into the crowd. The music’s so loud it’s impossible to talk. We both throw our hands in the air and grind to the music, laughing and basking in the freedom. Thirsty, I touch Brandi’s arm. “Drink?” I shout. She mouths something in response, but it’s too loud to hear her. Confused, I lean in and shout in her ear. “I need a drink!” Nodding, she fans herself and gradually we force our way through the crowds back to our table.
My eyes land on the back of Echo’s head, my skin heating just from knowing he’s close. I smile and pull Brandi behind me, eager to get to him. We weave around people, gradually edging closer to the table—and I stop dead. A blonde woman’s practically sitting on top of Echo, a brunette flanking the other side of him, her hands resting on his shoulder.
Brandi walks into the back of me, shoving me forward. She catches me before I fall, and her eyes find the threesome on the sofa before turning a sympathetic look on me. Angry, I pull in a deep breath, push out my chest, march up to the table, and glare at Echo and his companions.
I act before I think and grab a handful of the blonde’s cheap extensions. I violently yank her head back, and screaming, she falls from the sofa. Her shocked eyes turn angry when she sees that I’m her attacker, and she scrambles to her feet.
We stand toe to toe. “Get the fuck away from him,” I snarl, my voice hard and lethal.
Breathing heavily, she screams in my face, “Who the fuck are you?”
My eyes flick to Echo for a second before returning to blondie. “I’m his old lady, so I suggest you get your skanky fucking arse away from him right now or I swear to God I will break your ugly fucking nose.”
Her eyes widen for a second, then she snarls. “Echo doesn’t have an old lady. Go find another Sinner to fuck, ’cause me, Ebony, and Echo are gonna have some fun tonight, and we know just how to keep a man happy.” She smiles triumphantly and starts to turn away from me, my hand snaps out and grabs her shoulder and hauls her back to face me. I see red. I pull back my elbow and punch her in the face, blood spurts from her nose and she screams.
I scan the rest of our group. A new-found respect is obvious on all of their faces. Brandi cheers loudly. “Woo, go Livvy,” she shouts. I laugh at her and curtsy briefly, shaking my head at myself. Skank one and two step towards me, and I feel Brandi at my shoulder, silently supporting me.
Echo steps up behind me, his arms wrap around my waist, and I feel his tense body behind me. “Girls, I see you’ve met my old lady. I think you need to be reminded of what exactly your place is here. You pair are club whores; you’re here to get fucked. You’re easy, free pussy for those who want it. We can pick you up or drop you whenever we want. You girls let us fuck you anyhow, anywhere, in any-hole, and you love it, you beg for the scraps that the Sinners give you. But when a Sinner decides to make a woman his old lady, it’s because she’s a fucking lady, someone that we respect and that deserves the respect of everyone in or involved with the club. That means that the whores don’t ever disrespect an old lady. You need to fucking apologise to my woman, right fucking now.”
Shocked, I stare at Echo, then at the thoroughly reprimanded skanks. Their eyes narrow on me even as they both apologise. Echo leans in and kisses my temple before he speaks. “Right, girls, you have two choices. You can get the fuck out of the club and never come back, or you can become Pucks playthings for the next week.” Their eyes widen at the mention of Pucks name. Echo chuckles. “I take it you both know about Puck’s… preferences.” Silently they both nod. “So, what’s it gonna be?”
The girls look at each other. The one called Ebony turns and walks away, quickly scurrying through the crowd. All eyes turn to the remaining girl. She walks to Puck and sinks to her knees at his feet. He leans down and whispers in her ear, her eyes close for a second, then she nods. They stand, and Puck wraps his hand around the back of her neck and leads her towards the bedrooms.
Puck and the girl disappear, and seconds later, Echo spins me to face him, lunging at me and claiming me in a brutal kiss. His lips consume me, and I melt into him—until images of women pawing him flash into my mind. I push his chest till he steps back, freeing me.
“What the fuck was that?” I shout.
Echo looks confused and reaches for me again, but I quickly step back. “Skanky and slutty pawing all over you,” I say pointedly. He ignores me, trying to pull me into his arms, but I bat his hand away.
Echo scowls and grabs me, holding me tight to his chest. “That was nothing, sugar,” he coos.
Anger pulses through me, and tilting my head to the side, I raise my eyebrows in question. “Oh, that was nothing. I just got into a fist fight with a girl who informed me I could go home because her and her skanky friend would be keeping you happy with a dirty little threesome tonight. Is that nothing? Oh, okay, then shall I go sit in some guys lap and offer him a lap dance? Would that be nothing as well?” I say sarcastically.
Echo’s whole body tenses and fury explodes in his eyes. “Don’t fucking move, Livvy,” he growls.
I bark out a dry laugh. “Yeah, not so funny when the tables are turned, is it? If you want those skanks, that’s fine, I’ll leave. If not, then I suggest you keep your hands to yourself and any fucking sluts away from you, okay?”
He nods once, his hand collaring my throat, gently stroking the pulse point there. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.
Apologetic eyes lock with mine, and I get lost in his gaze. My muscles relax one by one. Sensing my acceptance, he guides me into his chest, strong arms wrapping tightly around me. He dips his head to my ear and whispers, “I’m yours, you’re mine. That’s it, sugar.”
Echo hands me a drink, and tentatively sits, watching me and waiting for my reaction. I tip back the glass and swallow deeply, the cool beer soothing my throat.
Echo studies me. I smile at him mischievously, grab Brandi, and we head back out to the dance floor. I can feel his eyes on me. I dance, swaying provocatively to the music. Brandi winks conspiratorially before pulling me close. Our legs entwine, my arms resting over her shoulders, hers on my waist. Our bodies rub against one another, the music fuelling our provocative routine. Moving closer, we dance, smiling and laughing loudly.
Her head moves to my ear and she speaks, but I can barely hear her over the loud bass. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.”
Echo and Sleaze materialize in front of us, both intense and determined as they reach out and pull us apart. Sleaze pulls Brandi in close, whispering in her ear. The music hides what he says, but Brandi’s eyes widen and then glaze over with a lust-filled haze.
I pause, unsure what Echo will do. I brace, expecting to be hoisted into the air, but instead his chest touches my back, swaying against me to the music. “We’re dancing?” I say in shock. Echo must hear the surprise in my voice, and he wraps one of his arms across my stomach and guides me to move to the rhythm.
His hips rotate, grinding with the pulse of the bass. I relax and my body sinks against his, allowing him to move me as he pleases. His hard cock rests against my arse, rubbing against me as our hips sway. His large, tattooed hand rests on my thigh, edging my dress up inch by inch. The other pushes against my stomach, holding me tight against him.
Lost in him, I reach back and wrap my arm around his neck. My eyes drift closed as his touch and the ethereal pulse of the music hypnotise me. His fingers edge under my dress and slowly climb up my leg. He brushes against the fabric of my panties; my breath hitches and a small moan escapes me.
His finger slides under the damp fabric and easily pushes inside my wet pussy. The music disguises the noise of my pleasure, gasps and moans lost in the pulse of the song. He grinds against my arse as we dance with his finger buried deep inside of me, curling up, pressing on my sensitive flesh.
“Did you enjoy teasing me, Livvy?” His voice, smooth as whiskey, growls in my ear, his thumb rotating against my clit. “Shall I tease you now, sugar?”
I shudder, his words affecting me. “No, I need you.” A second finger slides inside me. “Ahhhh,” I moan. Desire pools in my stomach, and my hips unconsciously circle into his hard cock. He laughs, the sound drowned by the music, but I feel it vibrating through his chest. “Please,” I beg, my voice wanton and desperate.
“That’s it, sugar. Let me hear you. This body belongs to me,” he growls and his fingers slide deeper, stretching me deliciously.
“Echo,” I cry. I’m so close my body tenses, and I fight to tamp down the orgasm that’s threatening to explode.
“Come for me. No one but me can hear you.” His thumb presses down on my clit, and I detonate, biting my lip so I don’t scream. I shake, my knees go weak, and I cling to Echo, his lips nuzzling and kissing my neck.
Eyes closed, I collapse against his chest with my legs wobbly and my skin still tingling. Echo bends, scooping me into his arms, and walks us straight out of the clubhouse and back to the truck. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I breathe deeply and inhale his uniquely Echo scent. He opens the door and places me on the seat before climbing in. Needy, I climb straight back into his lap, desperate to be close to him. Warm lips touch my temple, and we leave the madness of the clubhouse in a cloud of dust.
The journey home flashes by in a series of touches. His hands and lips caressing, stroking, and pinching. My mind a jumbled mix of sensation with only one clear thought.
Echo.
He places me down on the floor once we reach our bedroom, lifts my arms into the air, and pulls my dress over my head, dropping it to the floor. My bra and panties are ripped from me, and I’m naked, waiting.
He quickly discards his clothes. Then I’m lifted in the air, and his lips find mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, and we devour each other. He carries me to the bed, and my back touches the cool sheets. His eyes swim with desire, and I shudder in anticipation. Quickly crawling down my body, he hovers over my pussy, so close I can feel his warm breath on my skin.
He pauses. Our eyes meet, silently staring. The tension buzzes and crackles in the air. “I want to memorize this moment, Livvy, the way you look. So fucking desperate, so fucking perfect.”
He releases my gaze, and his eyes drop. He peppers reverent kisses on my thighs and mound, slowly working towards my clit and pussy. His breath warms my skin, and I shudder in anticipation. The seconds that pass feel like hours till his tongue strokes along my fevered flesh.
“Oh God,” I cry.
His movements are lazy, licking my clit then lapping the full length of my pussy, only for his tongue to dip inside of me a moment later. His actions aren’t intended to make me come, more to build up my pleasure, driving me insane with need. I want to touch him. My hands find his hair, desperate fingers entwining in the strands and pulling frantically.
“What do you need, sugar?” he asks.
I try to pull him closer to me. “You. I need you. I want to touch you. Please.”
He crawls up my body, and my frantic hands rake his back, trailing a path over his spine and shoulders. I push one hand between us and grasp his hard, eager cock, sliding my hand up and down his length. His skin’s warm and velvety smooth; drops of cum create a wetness my thumb collects as I move up and down.
He stands abruptly, and my hands are left empty. He reaches for me; I take his outstretched palm, and he pulls me to my feet. Echo sinks back down to the bed, his feet flat on the floor. His hand strokes up and down his cock, once, twice, before he beckons me. “Come here.”
Cautiously, I go to him and hover between his legs. Strong fingers spread across my hips, guiding me to turn around and sit in his lap, my back to his front. I look up, and my reflection stares back at me from the mirror.
Echo’s eyes lock with mine, and we watch ourselves in the glass. “Don’t look away. I want you to watch while I touch you.”
He curls his ankles underneath my calves and slowly spreads his legs. I stare into the mirror as my pussy’s slowly revealed, my legs supported by his. “Watch,” he orders.
His hands slide along my skin, goosebumps following his path. His tattooed fingers cover my breasts, his colourful skin contrasting with my paler flesh, the erotic scene playing out in our reflection. Pinching my nipples, he rolls the sensitive peaks between his fingertips. Unable to help myself, I let my eyes drop from the mirror, drawn to where his skin touches mine.
He stops.
“Gahh,” I cry, and arching my back, I try to push into his touch, but his fingers cuff my neck and squeeze lightly.
“Watch,” he says. The single word a demand that I’m helpless to deny.
I lift my chin and find his eyes in the mirror again. Watching him touch me heightens each sensation, and I flinch as he rolls and pinches my nipples between his fingertips. The pain morphs into a burning ache, and my nipples tingle in pleasure. His hands trail over my ribs and dip between my legs.
He moves his knees, widening our legs until I’m completely on display. Fingers run up and down my pussy, spreading my dripping arousal and teasing my swollen flesh. My breath catches in my throat. His eyes are focussed on me as he watches me watch myself. Our eyes clash, lust and passion sparking till his eyes dip, and I follow his gaze in time to see him push two fingers deep inside of me.
Spreading my folds, he displays my pulsing clit; his fingers rub and squeeze the sensitive bud. I arch my back, purring and mewling, consumed with sensation. “That’s it, Livvy, watch me make you come. I wanna hear it, sugar. I wanna hear you scream for me.” He buries a third finger into my tightness; my muscles clench onto him. An orgasm rises quickly as his fingertips roll my clit, pinching. My muscles tense, and arching off his lap, I climax, screaming his name.
Echo’s hands rest lazily on my legs, his damp fingers absentmindedly drawing patterns on my skin. I slowly open my eyes; our gazes meet in the mirror and the heat between us surges.
“You’re mine; nothing else could ever be enough,” Echo whispers.
He wraps an arm around my stomach and guides his hard cock into me. We both watch the mirror, and the erotic reflection as his cock disappears inside me. Echo takes control, sliding my body up and down his length; my inner muscles tighten and grip him, pulling us both over the edge. We come together, joined as one.