Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 27

Evander/Havoc’s P.Q.V.

Flashback: age 16 ~

How did we get here? How did I end up between Blythe’s legs? When did she wrap them around me? Is she grinding against me right now? Am I dreaming?

Fuck, why does she taste so good? Like candy. Who taught her how to kiss like this? I bet it was one of the guys. Fuck, that turns me on more than I care to admit.

Blythe’s tongue feels so soft, so amazing. Her skin feels even better. Especially her plump ass. Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about this every day since I found out what kissing and sex was.

My fingers moved under her little panties. I gripped her ass hard, making her moan this time. I ripped my lips from hers and started kissing down her jaw. I nibbled on her earlobe and she let out a fluttery moan; all light and breathy. She was still trying to grind against me, and I fucking loved it. She was acting so needy. And all for me.

Fuck, I want to touch her more.

I started kissing her neck as one of my hands moved from her ass. I moved my fingers along the band of the leg hole in her panties, stopping when I was almost touching her pussy. A shudder ran through me when I felt how soaked her panties were.

“You’re fucking drippin‘, Dimples,” I mumbled against her skin. “This all for me?”

“Y–y–yes,” she breathed out, shocking me. I wasn’t expecting her to answer me at all. Fuck, that was hot.

“Does that mean I get to play in the little mess you made for me?” I whispered in her ear.

Blythe shivered, but nodded. That wasn’t good enough for me though. I want her to keep acting desperate for it.

“Then take your panties off,” I practically growled in her ear.

“W–what?” She asked, surprised.

“I said…” I trailed off as I just barely grazed one of her slick folds. “Take your fucking panties off for me, Dimples.”

I pulled back just enough to look into Bly’s eyes. She looked scared, but fucking turned on. Her cheeks are. flushed red, and her hair is a mess. And it’s all because of me.

“M–move back,” she said, trying to push me.

“Nut uh,” I replied, shaking my head. “Take them off like this. Work for it.”

“B–but-”

“How badly do you want it, Dimples?” I asked. “How badly do you want me to touch you?”

Blythe stared at me for a moment. Then she reached under her dress and started to shimmy out of her panties. I didn’t make it easier for her either, and I fucking loved it. She almost fell off the desk when she finally got the black cotton panties to her ankles.

“You want me that badly, huh?” I teased as I moved my hands up her thighs slowly.

Blythe reached out, gripping onto my blank cut.

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering the higher I got.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to her neck again. I was apparently determined to mark her, because I latched on and started sucking. Bly gasped and arched her back, pushing into me. Just when she started to relax, my fingers started to explore her wet folds.

“Fuckin‘ wow,” I muttered, licking her sensitive skin.

I found her cl.it and circled it. Bly’s legs started to shake, so I moved away, afraid that she was going to cum when I just started. I found her entrance and teased it a bit. Bly was a moaning mess, gripped onto me and trying to wiggle closer. It was hot as hell not giving her what she wanted.

“E–Evander…” She moaned, begging with just my name.

A jolt of pleasure shot through me.

“What do you want?” I asked her.

“T–touch me,” she stuttered.

“I am touching you,” I replied as I circled her cl.it again.

“P–please,” she moaned.

“Please what?” I asked.

“E–Evander…”

“Tell me what you want, Dimples,” I practically ordered.

Bly let out a shaky breath.

“I want you to… p–please… i–inside me…” she struggled to get out.

“Will you cum all over my fingers if I do?” I asked, my voice deeper than before.

“Y–yes,” she replied immediately.

“As you wish, my sweet dimpled girl,” I mumbled against her skin.

Then I plunged my pointer finger inside her sweet, tight center. My eyes rolled back as Blythe gasped and tensed up. I slowly pumped that finger until she relaxed. Then I added another one, and went slow again. Painfully slow.

I didn’t want to admit how long I stood there, staring at everything. She’d been living like this for a week and none of us knew. Even back then, if we were punishing her, we would have known about this. We would have kept an eye on her from the shadows.

I was ashamed and i hated it. Being angry at Blythe was easier. I didn’t want to feel sorry, I wanted to stop her.

Part of me knew that we had gone too far though. Regardless of everything, we did hare your men were this bad. We should have known that she had no clothes or food or fuck, anything I won’t be into bed with Blythe like C.G. seems to think, but maybe I can put everything behind us. They can fill have her. Things can calm down. If they’re willing to forgive her, then I can too. I’ll just keep a distance between.

After making sure that Blythe had plenty of towels, fresh sheets, blankets, pillows, and was stocked up on everything she could need, I left. I stopped Dev and asked him to run to town and get a few more things from Bly’s room. I told him to get a mini–fridge and shit to stock it with, and also snacks she can keep in there and other shit a girl might need. I told him to take Roxy with him so she could help.

Then I went to C.G’s room. Where he was waiting for me to show up, I could tell that he thought I’d be the first one to show, and I fucking was.

“You get the footage?” I asked as I sat down in the chair next to his computer set–up.

“I did, but I didn’t watch it yet,” he replied. “Thought we could all find out together.”

“Kay,” I grumbled, trying to let everything weigh on me.

That damn memory.

“So, what ya gonna do when we find out that our girl is as innocent as she looks?” C.G. asked casually.

“She’s not ‘our‘ girl,” I said. “She’s my stepsister for fuck’s sake.”

C.G. rolled his eyes.

“I still think it’s kinda hot,” he replied with a shrug. “Just think of all the degrading things you can say to her while you’re balls–deep-”

“Alright, enough,” I cut him off.

C.G. chuckled.

“Face it, Havoc,” he said. “We’re all whipped for her. It’s only a matter of time now that she’s back.”

Fuck no. I refuse to be a part of their shit. I won’t. I can’t even if I wanted to.

Not after the damage I’ve done.