by Penny Blush
“And?” I growled.
“I love my bike, but it’s my second favourite thing to ride,” she stepped closer, pointing to the apartment. “Get your ass upstairs now.”
Chapter 29 Hedge
I was ecstatic when Jax had surprised me with my bike. Stuart, a friend of ours from school, was the only person who I would trust to look after my Ninja and treat her right - he been looking after her since I got her. Stu had outdone himself and had done a fantastic job, making sure she was back in spectacular shape. Seeing her all bright and shiny, looking all pretty was like seeing a long-lost love. You don’t realise how much you missed it until it was gone. I had mourned the loss of my bike and riding, the feeling of freedom, the comforting purr of the motor, the power in the acceleration.
I love my lovely little Ninja. I missed my pretty Ninja.
Everyone was fawning all over my beautiful girl, asking for rides. Little did they know that Jax and Davan were the only ones that I have ever let ride her. My bike is a lot like me - special and needs a special kind of man to ride her, one who will treat her with love, respect, and a firm hand, much like the mountain man standing in front of me, simmering like a volcano, waiting to erupt.
I needed everyone to go away. I had made it my mission; I wanted to see if I could get Mount Memphis to erupt.
Jax and Cassidy slowly rode off on my bike together, and I didn't care. I should have cared that my cousin had finally given in a little and asked Cassidy to go for a ride with him. I should have cared that my cousin had ridden off on my lovely little Ninja, that I had only just gotten back, but I didn't care.
The rest of the boys went back inside to get back to work, and I didn't care. I should have cared about my staff, about what was happening in the shop, about our clients, but I didn't care.
The only thing I cared about was the very cranky hunk of man meat standing in front of me. How did he manage to make being pissed off, look so panty meltingly sexy?
“You are in trouble,” He snapped, making me shiver, not because I was scared but because the gruff growling possession in his voice was such a turn on.
I was just so excited to get my Ninja back that I didn’t think, just got into Stu's Dodge, telling Jax to let people know where I was. I knew I was in trouble. I could be wrong, but there was something about six voicemails and eleven texts from him that portrayed just how pissed off he was, but I did not care.
I hadn’t been in that many relationships or been with that many men, but I was going to have to remember that Memphis is an entirely different beast to any man I had ever been with before. Memphis is faithful, loyal, and respectful; completely different to Thomas, who didn't care what I did or who I did it with, he just didn't care.
I could feel myself getting wet just standing there looking at his eyes, each colour blazing with emotion. “Memphis, I need you to come with me upstairs,” I said evenly.
He shook his head, not letting me ignore the scalding in his tone, “I’m not going anywhere. You are in trouble. You just took off with some random guy, without telling me where you were going!”
My relationship with Memphis might be more intense, real and epic than I had ever had in my life, but that didn’t mean that I was going to let him dictate to me what I could and couldn’t do.
“I have to tell you where I’m going now and with who, do I?” I challenged, placing my hands on my hips.
“Don’t you get it? I was worried about you, Hedge, you. Especially considering you didn’t answer your phone or return a call or text.” He leant forward, getting in my face looking me dead in the eye. “I was worried.” I couldn’t miss the genuine concern and hurt in his eyes.
“Memphis, upstairs, now.”
“Why?” He grouched at me with his arms folded across his impressive chest.
Why? Why? I’m pretty sure that the boys at the mechanics down the road could tell how much I needed him, my sexual hunger rolling off me in waves.
“For the last forty-five minutes, I have had very hot, hard, powerful steel vibrating between my legs.”
“And?” He growled, raising a questioning eyebrow.
And I am standing in the yard behind the shop in my sports bra and riding leathers, and you're not naked!
"I love my bike, but it's my second favourite thing to ride." I stepped closer to him, breathing in the scent that is uniquely Memphis, and so God damn sexy, pointing to the apartment. "Get, your ass, upstairs, now!"
“Why?”
“Why? Because you’re standing here all huffy and pissed, and can I just say Baby, looking sexy as hell but because now I need to ride my favourite hot, steel-hard, powerful play thing.”
“And what would that be?” he asked, lust making his voice deepen and rumble.
“You,” I replied huskily, lust dripping from every word.
“You should have told me where you were going. You told me you were going for a run and then left with someone else. So, too bad for you, naughty girls don’t get a reward.”
“I told Jax to tell you where I was going,” I said defensively.
He reached out grabbing the front of my crop top dragging me forward. “You should have told me, Hedge. You.” His voice a rumbling growl giving me tingles, all over. The fact that he was hurt because I had gone off with someone else, even though he knew he had nothing to worry about and the concern for my welfare, showed me his pure heart. "I am not sleeping with Jax, Hedge. I do not wake up with him in my arms every morning. He is not the one who is constantly on my mind. Jax is not the one who I lov …” huffing in frustration waving off what he almost said. "Whatever, the point is you should have told me not Jax, you.”
He might not have said the words, but he loved me. It was right there, written on his face, swirling in his eyes, floating in his tone, it was possessive, and it was the world's biggest turn on.
What I wanted to say was, “I love you too,” but they were not the words that passed my lips. “If you come upstairs with me, I’ll make it up to you.”
He stood frozen, as I walked past him, not stopping to see if he intended on following me, though I knew he would. I could feel his eyes on me, following my every move, it made me feel sexy, it made me feel powerful, and in control. So, as I climbed the stairs, I put an extra sway in my hips.
"I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work,” he grumbled, his voice behind me giving me goose bumps.
“What’s not going to work, Baby?” I said sweetly, looking over my shoulder, batting my eyes a little before continuing up the stairs with extra swagger.
CRACK!
His hand came down on my ass. I gasped, stopped, looking over my shoulder again raising an eyebrow. His only response was a warning growl and a tilt of his chin towards the door at the top of the stairs. I may have just had a mini-orgasm. This man, my man, had such an effect on me, with no words just a growl and a gesture and I was done.
But this was my show! He could be in charge later.
I walked up the rest of the stairs, opened the door and stood back, making a sweeping gesture for him to enter. Once he cleared the door, I slammed it shut shoving him against it, taking him by surprise. He made to move, but I held my hand on his chest.
"Don't. Move.”
I kept my eyes on him as I stepped back, kicking off my riding boots. He growled at me as I peeled off my leather riding pants, deliberately, slowly, teasing him. He made to move again.
“I said. Don’t. Move.”
"Fine, I won't move, but I'm going to talk." He growled.
The rumble of his voice set me on fire, igniting every nerve ending. Closing my eyes, squeezing my thighs together and dragged my hands up my body moaning, wanting my hands to be his.
"Baby."
“Don’t Baby, me,” he said, toeing off his boots, flicking them angrily across the floor. “You. Got. Into. Another. Guy's. Car!”
“I went to get my Ninja,” I replied. “With Stuart, he’s a friend of Jax’. I’ve known him for years.
”
“But, I don't," Memphis grumbled while stomping off his socks. “You disappeared with another man.”
"Is that a problem?"
I knew I was egging him on, but I wanted him to growl some more, the rich sound, washing over me like a tongue made of flame licking my skin.
“Yes, it is,” he ripped his tee off, over his head, he’s very lickable chest heaving. “I didn’t know where you were.”
“I told Jax to tell you,” I replied, slapping his hand away from his belt, undoing it, flicking the top button open aggressively.
“But you didn’t!”
“Memphis, we can argue about this later,” I tore off my bra, shoving my panties down. “I am currently standing in front of you naked,” I said waving my hand down my body. “Memphis, for almost an hour I had 650cc’s of raw power rumbling and vibrating between my legs.” I pushed his jeans and boxers off, freeing his rock-hard cock. “Do you know where all that power went?” I asked, taking his cock in my hand, stroking him from base to tip, making him moan.
He shook his head, kicking his pants the rest of the way off. “Where?” The rumble of his voice, making my nipples bud and my pussy throb in anticipation.
“Right here,” I took his hand, slipping it between my legs. His fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, and I was so unbelievably wet. "The whole time I was riding, all I could think about was getting back here to you."
I kept stroking him as he worked his fingers between my folds, leaning forward to kiss me. It was a powerful, demanding, sensual kiss, our tongues gliding against each other.
I pulled back from the kiss, dropping to my knees, as my hand glided up and down his cock, using my thumb on the head teasing him, moisture glistening on the tip. I locked eyes with him as I slowly leant forward, running my tongue across the tip. He growled out my name, giving me a rush I could feel myself getting instantly wetter.
"Yes Baby? Did you want to say something?" I asked looking up at him.
His eyes have darkened with lust as he spoke. “I’m still mad at you,” he said sucking in a breath as I stroked him, my other hand massaging his balls, teasing him. “We are still going to have a conversation,” he panted.
“Memphis, Baby, this is not an apology, this is more for me than it is for you.” I could feel his cock respond, hardening further at my words and the small gentle licks I was giving him.
“So, you’re just using me?” He asked as I looked him in the eye, circling my tongue around the head of his cock. “For … for your own pleasure?”
Not answering him, I wrapped my lips around him, the taste of his pre-cum bursting on my tongue. I have never been a fan of how a man's orgasm tasted, but I now realise that it's because it was never the right man. An insatiable need took over me. I needed more of him, all of him. I slid my tongue down his full length, licking him from base to tip. I opened my lips taking as much of him in my mouth as I could.
“Oh, my God,” he groaned as I started sucking on him.
He was so big; there was no way that I could take all of him in, as much as I wanted to. He hit the back of my throat making me gag a little before I pulled back, grateful that he didn't force me to try and take more of him than I was capable.
I have given head before, Thomas used to love it, and now I know why, but it was more of a chore for me. Being on my knees in front Memphis gave me a sense of power I have never felt before. Some people think that for a woman to go down on a man is an act of submission, but I know different, I felt so powerful, so in control and it was an intense aphrodisiac.
He placed his hands on my head, running his fingers through my hair, I hummed sending vibrations through his cock, making Memphis moan, his fingers tightening in my hair. Oh, God, I want him, need him like I need my next breath, but I'm not stopping, there would be plenty of time for that.
“Oh, God, Baby Girl,” he groaned as I worked my lips and tongue up and down his hardness. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
"I don't want you to," I said, continuing to pump his cock with my hand as I looked deep into his eyes, his lids heavy with desire. "Let go, Baby, I’ve got you.”
I sucked him back into my mouth, sucking harder than before. My mouth and hand working his cock, every moan, groan and gasp egging me on, encouraging me, making me work harder. I was dripping wet and needing relief. I lowered the hand that I was using to brace myself on his thigh, between my legs, my fingertips grazed my clit, making me moan around his cock the vibrations making him thrust his hips.
I was so wet; I didn't need any further stimulation, working my index finger around my entrance as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. I slid my finger deep inside, whimpering in pleasure, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Oh, God, Hedge,” he moaned my name, his hips picking up speed, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.
I added another finger to my aching pussy, working my fingers in unison with my mouth. The harder I sucked, the harder I pumped my fingers.
“Baby Girl, are you touching yourself?” He asked panting. I moaned squeezing my hand around his cock a little harder in response. "That is so fucking hot."
I could feel his cock twitch, and I knew he was getting close.
"Baby Girl, are you close?"
Oh, God, I was so damn close. I could feel the warmth of my impending orgasm spreading through my body. I sucked harder and harder, faster and faster, swirling my tongue.
“Baby Girl are you with me?” He groaned. I nodded my head, pumping my fingers inside of me, using my thumb to apply pressure to my clit, moaning hard. “This is your last chance; I'm going to … I'm going to…"
I shook my head I was not going to stop now, I wanted him to cum.
"Hedge," he growled my name, as he finally let go.
The full force of his orgasm hit, filling my mouth with his hot pleasure. His cum hitting the back of my throat triggered my own orgasm. I exploded as I tasted him, screaming my release around his spasming cock.
I have never enjoyed the taste of a man's orgasm but this was Memphis, he was different. Everything was different with him, and I was fast becoming addicted to him, and I loved it. I wanted it all, everything he had to offer. I kept my lips locked around him, taking in every last drop. I gently pulled away from him, my eyes locked with his as I licked my lips.
Memphis reached down, taking my hand off his cock, pulling me to my feet. I was still shaking and shuddering from my orgasm, my fingers sliding from my pussy. Memphis locked eyes with mine, before taking my hand, putting my fingers in his mouth sucking on them. I moaned as his very talented tongue licked and sucked my fingers clean.
“Baby Girl,” he said nibbling on the pads of my fingers. “I have to have you. Now,” He growled, his mouth capturing mine, I could feel his cock hardening against my stomach.
His lips crashed into mine, our tongues fighting, as he walked me back toward the kitchen. My hips hit the island bench, stopping us, our bodies colliding.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, placing my hands on the edge of the counter.
He stood behind me, and I could feel his hard cock digging into me. His hands capturing my breasts rolling my nipples between his fingers pinching them. Memphis kissed his way across my shoulder and along my neck, his beard tickling and deliciously scraping my skin as he kissed me.
“You are mine,” he growled, biting my earlobe. “Mine and no one else’s, you hear me?” He asked, kicking my feet apart, his hand gliding up my chest to my throat tilting my head back so that I could look at the intensity in his eyes, “Hedge. Answer me?” He demanded.
“Yes, Baby, I heard you. I’m yours,” I pushed back against him, rubbing myself against his cock. “And you’re mine.”
I gasped as he pushed me forward until I was bent over the bench, my ass in the air. Memphis ran his large, slightly calloused, hand down the back of my thigh, grasping the back of my knee, bringing my leg up on the bench, opening me up wide. H
e ran his cock through the dripping folds of my pussy. He pushed into me until just the head breached my opening and stopped, making me moan.
“You are mine!” He roared as he thrust forward, filling me to the brim.
“Oh God, Memphis,” I whimpered, bracing myself on the bench.
Memphis started moving, thrusting his hips hard and fast and all I could do was hold on. What we were doing was not love making; this was fucking, pure unadulterated fucking. It was possession and punishment, claiming and surrendering. With my leg, up on the bench, it meant he could fuck me harder, deeper and I loved every minute of it.
“Harder, Memphis, Harder!” I begged.
He smacked my ass, making me cry out as the first wave of orgasm rippled through me. Growling, he dug deep, tapping into hidden energy reserves, fucking me harder and faster.
“Memphis, Baaaaaby," I moaned, and my orgasm took hold.
Memphis didn't stop, his hips smacking into mine as he continued to thrust into me, his steel-hard cock hitting my G-Spot, making me shatter. My hip slamming into the bench, I was going to have bruises by tomorrow, but I didn't care, I was in a bliss haze. His hand found my breast, squeezing my nipple, the pain turning into pleasure.
“Again!” He demanded his other hand on my hip pulling me back onto his, hot hard cock. “Again!” The power in his command had me erupting again, fireworks of colour exploding behind my eyes that had rolled back in my head.
“Memphis, Baby please,” I breathed almost incoherently.
I wanted him to stop to let me recover, but at the same time, I didn't want him ever to stop. He slowed his movement, leaning down to place a kiss between my shoulder blades, his soft lips cool on my overheated skin.
“Again,” he whispered as he slowly rocked into me.
“Baby, please, I… I can’t,” I protested half-heartedly.
“Yes, you can,” he said kissing along my spine. “For me. Again.” I whimpered in response to his demand. “Come with me baby,” he requested, his lips against my ear, his warm breath fanning across my skin making me shiver.
