Page 16 of Ruin (Hell’s Mayhem MC: Maine Chapter #2)

Chapter Fifteen

Kolton

Twenty years old…

I pull into the parking lot of the shitty motel just outside of Pinehaven.

Our town is so small we don’t have our own motel, not that anyone would want to stay in town anyway.

There’s nothing to do here, no tourist attractions, no fun.

Anyone who comes into town who doesn’t live here stays with family. There’s no other reason to visit.

I shut my truck door and walk over to room nine.

I’m in plain clothes, not wanting anyone to recognize me or where I come from.

It’s bad enough we’re close enough to town that someone could know me anyway.

If it gets out what we’re doing, my father will flip his fucking lid.

I’d have nowhere to go. The last thing I need is someone to see a young Hell’s Mayhem member meeting up with a married guy in a motel room .

I knock on the door and shove my hands into my pockets as I wait for him to open it.

There are plenty of times we do this in his car in the park.

But when he has time, he gets us a room at this shitty motel.

He pays extra for them to clean it well.

Not that I care what it looks like—I just want to be with him.

Things will be better once we’re out of this town altogether and in a place we no longer have to hide.

Lucian pulls the door open, giving me a tired smile. I know that smile—it’s not my smile. He’s been fighting with his wife. I hate that he’s upset, but I know just the way to make him feel better.

I step inside, hands going for his slacks as the door falls closed. He buries his face in my neck, breathing me in while I get his pants open.

I spin him, so his back is against the door, then I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth.

“You know just how to make me feel good, Kolton,” he says as his fingers comb through my hair.

“I missed how you taste,” I tell him before licking his slit to get as much flavor as I can.

His head thumps against the door, his fingers spearing through my hair over and over again.

I massage his balls, kiss and lick his dick, choke on it, do everything I can to enjoy it and not send him over the edge. If he wants me to make him come this way, he’ll tell me. But I know it’s what neither of us wants.

A moment later, he’s hoisting me up to my feet .

“I need to be inside you.”

I tear my shirt off over my head and drop it to the floor.

“Tell me how you want me.”

He steps to me, hand cupping my cheek before he kisses me. I suck in a breath, reveling in how soft his lips are, how he tastes slightly of whiskey and too much like bad decisions.

“On the bed. Naked,” he whispers before dropping his hand.

I feel the loss immediately. My cheek fits into his palm as if it was made for it, and he has this way of touching me that is so gentle yet so possessive at the same time. I crave it always. It’s a comfort I don’t get in much else.

He holds my gaze, waiting for me to move. I take a moment just to watch him before stepping away and getting naked.

“That’s new,” he says, pointing to a tattoo on my chest.

I glance down at it, but I don’t comment on it. I don’t want to talk about it. I get on the bed, lying down on my back. He stands at the foot of the bed, hand around his dick.

“Let me watch you,” he says.

I wrap my hand around my dick and slowly drag it upwards, then run my fingers back down. I drag my finger through the slit, pulling it away and watching the string of cum thin out before detaching. I bring it to my lips, and he groans.

“I always taste better when I’m with you,” I tell him.

“How good?”

“So fucking good,” I say, bringing my hand back to my dick.

He works on the buttons of his shirt, undoing one at a time while his eyes stay on my dick. I jerk off, slower than I normally would because with him staring at me like this, I’ll come in seconds. I don’t want to come unless he’s inside of me. It always feels best that way, when we’re connected.

When his shirt is off, he tosses it away. He steps back to lean against the dresser, opening his pants a little more and bringing his hand to his dick.

“You’re perfect, Kolton,” he says.

It’s not what he says but how he says it.

There’s something in his voice that makes me believe what he says.

Even though I know I’m a piece of shit who can’t do anything right, Lucian makes me believe I’m better.

When I’m with him, he makes me feel like I do something right, even if it is only giving him my body.

“I come first today,” he rasps out, shoving his pants off. “I need it.”

I nod in acknowledgment.

So much control with him. He always has to be in control, but he does it in a way that makes it look easy. It’s not easy. I crave control of my life and never get it, no matter how hard I try.

It’s only when I’m with him that I don’t feel the need to be in control, which doesn’t make sense. But I guess maybe it has to do with being able to say no. If I tell him no, he’ll stop. If I say I don’t like something, he’ll stop.

He isn’t my father .

Before making his way to the bed, he digs into his bag that’s on the floor and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom. I try to hide the twist in my gut, but I feel it in my face.

I hate that we have to use condoms. I want to feel his cum inside me, I want it to soak into me, become a part of me.

And I know why he makes us use them, I just hate thinking about it.

I don’t want to think about the fact he still fucks his wife on occasion.

He told me the condoms are for my protection, because he’s worried about what she may give him, not the other way around.

But if he’s so worried about it, he shouldn’t be with her.

He said it isn’t that simple.

And maybe it’s not. I’m not married, so I don’t know. My mother died when I was ten, and I don’t remember much of her and my father’s marriage. All I know is what I see in the club, and all those guys fuck anything that walks, even though they have a wife at home.

I could never do that. If Lucian left his wife to be with me, I’d be with only him. It would be only us. And I wouldn’t need the club anymore. We would leave, get as far away as possible.

The bed dips when he kneels on it, and he crawls over me, his weight welcome.

“I need to lose myself inside you today, Kolton.”

I reach up to grab the nape of his neck.

“Do whatever you need to me.”

He sits back on his knees, drizzling lube over my dick before using his fingers to rub it in, then he’s shoving a finger inside me harshly.

I love when he’s rough with me. I love feeling his fingers in me days after they’ve been there.

I like the reminder of him being here. It helps me escape when things get bad at home.

“You’re always so tight,” he growls, shoving his fingers deeper and wiggling them around like he’s trying to get to places he hasn’t already been.

That’s impossible.

He’s been buried so deep inside me I’ve felt it in my chest.

“I love the way you feel, Kolton,” he says, leaning forward and placing his hand by my hip to balance himself.

He uses his weight to shove into me and I groan, my head pressing back into the pillow.

He pushes into me so hard my body shifts up the bed, and it’s exactly what I need to forget. “So soft, so warm, so fucking perfect.”

Lucian pulls his fingers out, then adds a third when he goes in again. It burns a little, but slides in smoothly, and he presses down on my prostate which has a bead of precum trickling out of my dick. He’s already got my body buzzing, and the need to come is driving me insane.

But he gets to come first today, and just knowing what that means has me fighting off the need.

“I think you’re ready for me,” he says.

“Always.”

He chuckles low, then sits back on his knees before lathering his dick and moving forward again to line up with my aching hole. He presses against me and I can’t help but smile, my body lighting up over the familiar feel of him needing entrance.

“I’ve been waiting for this all goddamn day,” he says as he slides in all in one go.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my back bowing from the bed as he bottoms out.

Lucian’s hands slide along my thighs and settle on my hips to pull me into him as he rocks into me. He has this way of fucking… It’s fucking but it’s so much more than that. It’s an art.

He’s the only person who’s ever been inside me this way, so I don’t have anything to go by, but I know it’s different.

I know it’s rare. To feel it hard yet feel the emotions too.

He’s rough with me yet tender at the same time.

I feel how much he needs this in the way he is with me.

He does all the right things when I need him to.

We’re so in tune, and it makes everything that much better.

“I wish I could be inside you all day.”

“One day,” I tell him, gripping onto the sheets to stay in place so he can go deeper.

“Yeah, sweet boy. One day you’ll be all mine and I’ll be all yours.” His palm slides up my abs to settle over my chest for a moment before he scrapes his nails down, leaving red marks.

I moan loudly as he hits a spot inside that has me nearly spilling my load. He keeps a slow yet firm rhythm, driving me absolutely mad. He works himself up, letting out quick grunts and sharp breaths as he nears his orgasm .

“Kolton, fuck. I need it, sweet boy. Tell me I can do it now.”

“Yes,” I hiss. “Yes, come inside me, Lucian. Please.”

A few more quick thrusts of his hips and his dick is pulsing as his fingers bruise my skin.

The sounds he makes are rugged and raspy and the things that dreams are made of.

I’ll think of it for days, remember those sounds, and have no choice but to jerk off.

I think of sending him videos or pictures, but that’s dangerous.

So I keep it to myself and sometimes tell him about it when we’re together again.

Before he catches his breath, he pulls out of me and settles between my legs to lap at my hole.

This .

This is what makes him coming first worth it.

The sounds he makes when he comes are hot.

The sounds he makes when he licks my hole after he’s been inside me are fucking sinful.

The only thing that could make this better is the day he fucks me without a condom and he actually cleans up his mess. He says he imagines it as he does this, wishes he could, but it’s just not the right time.

When he’s had his fill, he drags his tongue up the seam of my balls, then up my shaft and takes the head of my cock into his mouth.

He sucks on it the same way you would a lollipop and I’m sent over the edge in seconds.

He moans along with me, always enjoying what I have to give him.

When I’m done, he sits back and licks his lips .

“Nothing has ever tasted so perfect.” He leans down to kiss my lips. “Nothing is more perfect than you, my sweet boy.”

I always thought things would get better when I was older.

That I would be able to do what I wanted, make my own decisions, get the fuck out of here because I wouldn’t have to listen to my father anymore.

Yet I’m still here, letting a grown man with a wife and a kid my age fuck me until I’m in tears.

The worst part is, I’m so in love with him that I’ll let him keep doing it.

I’ll let him do it until I’m nothing but a pile of broken and shattered pieces.