Now it’s my turn.
While her lungs heave to take in air, I stand and remove my clothes, throwing her a wicked grin as I do so. The corners of her mouth turn up, and then it widens with appreciation as she watches me take off my shirt, revealing skin covered with colourful tattoos. But she can examine those later—now I’ve got one thing and one thing only on my mind.
As I quickly divest myself of boots and take down my pants, her eyes flash with excitement as my cock is freed at last, and her husky gasp incredibly makes me swell even more.
Before throwing my jeans to the floor, I take out a foil packet and extract the condom. As I give myself a couple of tugs, I feel the veins throbbing in eagerness to get into what I already know is a very tight hole.
Pre-cum glistens at the tip, and she’s licking her lips as she notices. Time for that later. Oh, yeah!
Quickly I roll the condom down my dick, then position myself, my tip poised to slide inside her tight pussy. Automatically I pull her right leg up so it’s bent, her foot resting on the bed, and it’s then I see the flare of panic in her eyes, the redness burning her cheeks. Not knowing how the fuck I’m still able to think with the right head but understanding any moment of awkwardness will ruin the moment, in one smooth move, reaching for the spare pillow, I fold it and put it under the thigh of her left leg.
Now that she’s situated exactly how I want, I push inside.
Fuck, she’s tight!
I pause to take a deep breath, trying to get control when all I want to do is thrust into her with one smooth stroke. My cock doesn’t care she’s not club pussy, someone to pound into chasing only my own release. Somehow I manage to restrain myself, taking it slow, pressing into her slowly, advancing and retreating, gaining ground each time until at last I can hold it no longer, and I drive inside until I’m up against her cervix. At her little gasp I wait, giving her time to get used to my size.
The fit is so snug I can feel little contractions of her vaginal muscles teasing the hell out of my dick. My arms are rigid, resting one either side of her body. Her hands come out to touch me, gripping my forearms. Her mouth is open and appreciative moans come from her throat as her eyes roll back in her head. She wriggles against me, and that small movement almost makes me lose it and shoot my load.
Now I let myself go, pulling out then thrusting inside. Making sure to hit that special place inside her each time I move over it. My balls are churning, my cock’s swelling, and I have to force myself to hold back, waiting until she’s with me. Moving one of my arms I put my fingers to her clit, strumming until I feel her tighten. She’s gasping now, little cries and wails coming from her mouth, sounds that almost push me over the edge, and then she’s there.
At the first fierce contraction of her muscles, she takes me with her. She screams at the same time as I roar my completion and feel the cum shooting from my balls, through my cock in wave after fucking wave of ecstasy. It seems to never end as I continue pumping until, at last, I’m completely drained.
I collapse over her, pulling her into my arms and holding her tight. Emptying my balls into club pussy has never felt as rewarding as this, and at that moment I know I won’t want to let her go. She may not know it yet, but I’m claiming her. She’s mine!
Chapter Sixteen
Sophie…
My heart’s pounding, I’m panting as I try to get oxygen into my starved lungs. In all my previous hookups and one-night stands, never have I come so hard or at the same time as the man I’ve been with, nor have I felt so satisfied or sated after. He’s lying close now, propped on one arm to keep his weight off me, but I can’t hold him tightly enough. I want more. I want it again. Me, who never goes back for seconds.
But hell, that was better than I could have dreamed. If his reaction was anything to go by, the visible evidence of my disability didn’t turn him off, and how the fuck did he know what to do to find a comfortable position so quickly? I'd been embarrassed, not sure what to do, but it was as if he’d instinctively known.
For some reason, the tears which have been threatening suddenly start to fall, and I sob loudly.
He pulls out of me, ties the condom and chucks it away to deal with later, then takes me into his arms, his hands caressing and soothing me, his head resting on mine, and I feel him softly murmuring everything will be okay over and over again, giving me the time to try to process what’s happened between us. Slowly my eyes dry and I’m at last able to control my sobs.
“That was…” I try but can’t describe what’s just happened between us.
He rolls off me, pulling me into his side. “Yes, it was,” he replies with a short laugh. It seems he, too, can’t put the experience into words.
We lie without speaking for a few moments, then I feel a prodding against my stomach. Pulling myself up on my elbows, I look down to see his cock once again hard and ready to go.
“Really?” I raise my eyebrows.
He smirks. “See the effect you have on me?”
Suddenly his strong arms encircle me, and I seem to be thrown through the air and land on my stomach. I’m giggling as he puts one hand under me, pulling me up while with the other he’s arranging the pillows under my belly, positioning me so my arse is in the air, and with a gentle touch between my shoulder blades, pushes my head down. Turning my face, I rest on my uninjured cheek.
“Don’t move,” he instructs as he fumbles with his discarded jeans.
I have no intention of doing so, waiting with expectation as I hear the tearing of a foil packet, a moment’s silence, and then his cock’s pushing at my entrance again.
“Now I’m going to take you like the big bad biker I am, babe. You ready for my cock to give your pussy a pounding like you’ve never had?”
Christ! His words are turning me on, and I know I’m already dripping wet and ready for him. “Give it your best, big boy.” Some of my old moxie is returning to me, but as he lines himself up and fills me with one fast stroke, part of me wonders whether it was wise to taunt the beast.
Thrust after fierce thrust his cock hammers into me like I’ve never experienced before. My muscles start to tighten and I can feel my womb clenching. He puts a finger on my clit, and presses another to that forbidden entrance, my virgin arse which I haven’t allowed a man near before. Then his well-lubricated finger slips inside, and I wonder what I might have been missing as it shoots my arousal higher than it’s ever been.
I hear someone giving a keening cry and realise it’s coming from me. My thighs start tightening around him, my whole body shaking out of control as he takes me to heights I’ve never gotten close to.
“Come for me,” he shouts, and my body obeys him as it seems every muscle in my body pulsates in a frenzy before locking and then releasing as I come so heavily, I don’t know if I’ll ever recover. I feel him lose his rhythm and thrash inside, and hear his own triumphant bellow of completion as he goes rigid and starts to come, and then little pumps as he fills the condom.
Grateful for the pillows holding me up—my body has no strength left to support itself—I feel his now flaccid cock pulling out as he draws away from me, and fleetingly I wonder what he’s going to do now. Will he leave me? Is that it? Just like I’ve left so many men before? Or should I take the initiative and ask him to leave?
Then the sobering thought hits me, and the fear I might be nothing more than something to cross off his own bucket list perhaps—a fuck with a cripple—floods over me. I’m relieved my face is hidden in the pillow, so if he thanks me and leaves, he won’t see my reaction. I shiver, not from cold, but from the loss of his body heat surrounding me. I don’t want him to go. That’s a thought I’ll have to deal with later; I’m incapable of doing so now.
“I can hear you thinking from here,” he tells me. There’s warmth in his voice.
“If you’re leaving, just go.”
“Oh, Wheels, if you think I’m just going to walk out of here like you’re one of the club girls you’re very much mistaken, da
rlin’.” Suddenly his naked body is next to me. He manoeuvres me, lifting me to remove the pillows and turning me over. “That was the best fuckin’ experience of my life, babe. I’m claiming your ass, you know.”
I’m really not sure what I think about that. He might have put his finger there, but surely, he’s too big? And I’m too knackered now for anything more—he’s completely drained me. So I glare at him. “No one’s ever… Not back there.”
He squints at me in confusion. “What the fuck you saying?”
“My arse,” I clarify. “No one’s—”
He interrupts me with a roar of laughter. “While I want that, one day, I’m not just claiming your ass, babe, I’m claiming you! All of you. You’re mine, okay?”
I’m his? Oh fuck! No! I sit up and look down at him, my eyes wide. “What?” I might not know much about club life, but from what I do know, he’s talking about something serious. And permanent. I don’t want, can’t have that.
“Wraith, we hardly know each other.”
He flings an arm back beneath his head and stares at me intently. “Yeah, I know.” His eyes briefly close, then he opens them again. “But I know I’d kill any brother who’d lay a hand on you. I want that pussy all to myself.”
I don’t understand myself as I get possessive. “I don’t want that cock in any other woman either. Or I’ll cut it off.” Fuck, why did I say that?
He chortles at my threat, and then the corners of his mouth turn down. “It don’t want in any other pussy after you, babe.”
It’s too tempting, shaking my head in bemusement at my actions, confused with the thoughts in my head, I take the easy route and accept the invitation of his open arms, snuggling down beside him. I have to stop this, have to tell him to leave. I don’t cuddle after sex. I get up and leave or kick them out of my bed. I can’t do this. Can’t lead him on.
Then the devil sitting on my shoulder whispers into my ear—it probably won’t take long for him to get bored with a disabled lover. Why not take advantage of him and just enjoy him for now? I’m not committing to anything but can’t deny a few more bouts of amazing sex with a rugged biker wouldn’t go amiss.
But it seems he’s got plans, and he lets me in on them as he wraps his arms around me. “I want you on the back of my bike, darlin’. Never wanted a woman riding behind me before.”
“I can’t…” Now he's just crazy. Has he forgotten I’ve only got half a leg?
“Not yet, but you will. You need a new prosthesis, then you’re going to work on building your strength up. Fuck, Peg rides a bike with one whole leg, it’ll be a piece of cake for you to ride bitch.” Now it’s his turn to half-sit up and look down at me. He smooths his hand over my face and it feels a strangely intimate gesture. “I know it will be a lot of hard work, babe, but I’ll be with you. Every fuckin’ step of the way.”
I cover his hand with mine and turning my mouth plant a soft kiss on it. I honestly don’t know what to say, but right now I can’t find the words to explain I won’t want him to stay around. And if I could, I don’t think I’d be able to bring myself to utter them. He’ll get fed up with being lumbered with me soon enough, and maybe I won’t have to say a thing.
“Don’t know about you, babe, but I’m well and truly fucked. Come, let’s get some sleep now.” He pulls me so I’m spooned against him, his front to my back. A hand comes up to cup one of my breasts, and I feel his breathing slow and deepen. It’s been a heck of a long time since I slept with a man’s arms around me. I tense, waiting for the memories to come and remind me why I shouldn’t be doing this. But the lingering odour of our joining surround me, and the gentle rising and falling of his chest mean there’s no room for another man in this bed. As Wraith fills my mind and senses, giving space to no other, my body gradually relaxes as I follow him into an exhausted, extremely satisfied and surprisingly dreamless sleep.
Saturday morning dawns, well, we miss the sun rising, and it’s nearer midday when Wraith eventually wakes me with another bout of glorious lovemaking, leaving my disused muscles slightly sore and my resolve to end this sorely challenged. After getting dressed, he walks beside me as I wheel myself down to the clubhouse for something to eat. He towers above me, making me remember last night’s promise to myself, to get back on my own two feet―well, one of them and a new prosthesis.
After Friday night’s party, the clubhouse looks like a bomb’s hit it. The prospects are bustling around, waking bodies, picking up bottles, and generally clearing up. That they do so stoically without complaint reminds me what both Hank and Wraith had told me—that to prove themselves worthy of being patched-in they need to show they’ll do anything needed. I try to steer through the mess on the floor and avoid Hank’s overzealous sweeping, smiling back at him as he winks at me, knowing I’d made a friend the night before. I hear a growl from Wraith at the familiarity, and he pauses and mumbles something to the prospect before following me into the kitchen where I find none of the old ladies are around. Presumably, they’re keeping out of the way until the place is tidier.
Peg and Drummer, together with Blade and Dart, are already in the kitchen, looking like they’re nursing sore heads and all with large coffee cups in their hands. Immediately the aroma makes my mouth water. Wraith barks a laugh when my eyes fixate on the coffee machine, and taking pity on me, goes to get me a much-needed dose of caffeine.
Indicating the table where his brothers are sitting, he goes over, pulls away a chair, and sits in the empty one beside the space he’s created. I take the hint and wheel myself over to him, reaching out for one of the two mugs he’s put on the table. Taking my free hand, he brings it to his lips and places a kiss on it.
Embarrassed, I glance around. Peg’s smirking, the other two brothers are grinning, but Drummer looks over sharply. “You and I got to talk, Brother?”
Wraith’s still got hold of my hand, and he squeezes it gently. “Yes.”
“My office, thirty minutes.”
“I’ll be there.”
As the prez marches off, Dart’s face splits into a wide grin and pumps his fist in the air. “Yes! I called it!”
Astonished, I watch as the others start handing money over to him. Seeing my expression, he clarifies, “We placed bets on when you two would get together.”
As I breathe in sharply in indignation, I’ve no time to explain in my view we’re not together, because Wraith pre-empts any words coming out of my mouth when he turns to me and asks, “Hungry?”
Staring at him, seeing his face as relaxed as I’ve ever seen it, despite the meeting he’s soon to be having with his president, I realise to disillusion him in front of his brothers wouldn’t be fair, so I just nod. To be truthful, after all the activity last night and this morning, I’m starving.
He goes to get us an overfilled plate each and brings it back to the table. The food’s good, but not up to the old ladies’ standard. I suspect the poor prospects probably had to do the cooking.
When I’ve had my first rasher of bacon and downed a good part of my coffee, I glance around the table. Everyone’s scoffing their food, seeming not to care it’s a little under par.
“What time we leaving tomorrow, Peg? You got a suggestion for somewhere to stay?” Wraith speaks around a mouthful of egg.
I listen to their plans for my trip to Utah tomorrow. Apparently, there’s a fairly decent motel close by the clinic they’re taking me to, which Peg has used before. But I’m stunned to find it’s a seven-hundred-mile trip and will take about thirteen hours to get there. I forget just how big the United States is. On the map, it’s just one state up, and we’ll be heading almost right to the north. We’ll have to leave early in the morning to get there in good time.
When we’ve finished eating, Wraith gives me a nod and stands. After he’s ascertained I’ll stay in the clubhouse to wait for him―Carmen’s just arrived so I won’t be the only woman here―he leaves the room. I’m a bit concerned about what’s going on, having a good idea it’s me they’re
going to be talking about. I just hope Wraith isn’t putting anything on the line for something I know won’t be going very far.
But he’s coming to Utah. Lowering my head into my hands, I wonder what the hell I should do. Should I end it before we leave? See if someone else would come instead? Or, asks the little devil sitting on my shoulder, should I just admit that I haven’t had enough of him just yet?
As the kitchen starts to fill, I come to a decision. I’ll be breaking my own rules by doing so, but I’m going to indulge myself, just for a few days. Surely that can’t hurt?
Chapter Seventeen
Wraith…
Entering Drummer’s office, I take the seat that he’s waving to in front of his desk. My prez stares at me for a moment, tapping his fingers on the desk in front of him. I wait for him to get whatever it is off his mind.
“She ain’t from our world.”
Shaking my head, I agree with him. “Know that, Drum.”
“She ain’t a sweet butt neither.”
I nod. “Know that too.”
“So anything I should know?”
Stroking my beard, I try to explain. “Don’t rightly understand what it is myself, Prez, but she’s different.” I breathe in and take the plunge. “I want to claim her.”
He’s shaking his head. “Leaving aside the fact you went against my direct instructions, she’s a civilian, she don’t know anything about this life.” His fingers still.
“I’ve been talking to her about it, explaining.”
“Talkings one thing, living it quite another.”
“Know that.” I realise I have to give him more. “She wants a gun, wants to learn how to defend herself. She doesn’t want to leave herself vulnerable to any more Busters.”
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