DOUBLE TREBLE (A TWIN ROCKSTAR ROMANCE)

by Nikki Wild

  Letting loose a chorus of moans, I grabbed his tufts of hair again and rode his face through the best, mind-numbing, spine-tingling fucking orgasms I’d had in almost a goddamn decade.

  After at least a good three or four, I finally dropped down to the bed again, letting loose my grip on him and panting with release.

  “You enjoyed that,” he murmured.

  “I don’t remember you being smug,” I gasped between breaths.

  “Always room for a little arrogance.”

  I exhaled deeply, releasing tension out of my chest as he rose from between my thighs. Grizz kicked off his jeans and ripped his shirt free, tossing the rest of his clothes into a forgotten heap on the floor.

  His cock was as huge as ever, springing free from its prison with a bounce. It was hard to imagine that thing fitting inside me, although I’d fucked him more than a few times in days long gone.

  “I swear you’re bigger.”

  “Maybe I am.”

  Grizz brushed my knees apart with his hands, shuffling forward to kneel between them – his hard body towering above me.

  “It’s been a long time since we’ve done this,” I said nervously.

  “It has. Want to back down?”

  “From a challenge? With you?” I shakily answered. “Never.”

  “Not a convincing answer.” His hand brushed against a knee, fingertips trailing up the shin. His large palm rested on my kneecap, fingers draped down the leg.

  “Do it,” I spurred him on.

  “Do what?”

  I leaned forward. “Fuck me.”

  “Still not convincing.” Although his face was stoic in the semi-darkness, his tone left the obvious challenge in the air.

  I wrapped one hand around his thick, throbbing cock. Grizz instantly stiffened his body, and I gave it a few good strokes before I reached down to caress his heavy balls.

  “Grizz… I want you to shut the hell up, take control, and fuck me like the dirty little girl you know I am.”

  He immediately responded.

  My lover was over me in an instant, his hard body pressed against mine as he stroked his massive cock against the wet lips of my impatient chasm.

  My core was on fire.

  I needed him.

  More than that… I needed him inside.

  Without a word, Grizz followed my wishes. But he did it slowly, politely, brushing the thick helmet against my folds and taking his sweet time with it.

  As much as I wanted him to stretch my inner walls with that glorious cock, I knew that being soaked to the bone wasn’t enough.

  He could have rammed that beast inside me and probably made it over halfway before my body fought it. But he didn’t. Grizz patiently teased me, opening me up more, until…

  FUCK!

  He was a few inches inside, his erection hard as goddamn diamond. My mouth split open in a wide gasp as I clutched to his body, fingernails digging into his shoulders and feet lifting around his hips.

  “Oh goddamn, baby,” he groaned. “I forgot how fucking tight you were…”

  “No you didn’t,” I gasped as he pushed another inch deeper. “You’ve been fantasizing about fucking this tight pussy for years and years…

  He groaned his response.

  “Don’t try and fool me, Grizz… You’ve been missing how this feels…”

  “You’ve got me dead to rights,” he answered with a deep, satisfied groan as he kissed my throat, taking another inch inside.

  “All those days that I thought I’d never see you again, hundreds and hundreds of nights, dreaming about this…”

  “That’s fucking hot,” I replied, before losing myself to a fresh moan as I felt him push further inside.

  “Goddamn, Kate,” he uttered as he pulled his thick cock back a few inches, only to push further inside. “This feels unreal…” I finally felt him hilt himself entirely in my sopping wet chasm.

  “God yes…” I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, sliding my ankles around his hips.

  It felt so right to have him inside again.

  How I held off this long, I have no idea…

  Grizz began to thrust into me, slowly at first. I felt his hardened body seizing against mine as he slowly lost himself to hedonistic pleasure.

  I wasn’t far behind him.

  With my ankles hooking together into the small of his back, I fucked Grizz back as much as he fucked me. Our hips passionately rocked together, faster and faster…

  Grizz planted his lips against mine, the low simmer of a growl in his chest. I smiled warmly into the kiss, remembering how primal he always was.

  How to get that back out of him…?

  “Fuck me, Grizz,” I murmured into his ear. “Fuck me like you used to… fuck me like the wild animal you are.”

  Grizz growled again, deeper now. The sound drew out of him slowly, methodically…

  “Let it all go and fuck me hard…”

  I felt his mental restraints coming undone as he lifted his face from my throat, supporting himself with his palms down on either side of me. In the semi-darkness, I could still see something stirring in his eyes, something he kept so hidden from everyone else…

  A single, powerful thrust shoved into me, and I gasped in surprise and satisfaction. It had brushed my inner bundle of nerves just perfectly.

  “Do that again,” I pleaded.

  Grizz complied, striking the spot again.

  He began to wildly rock his hips into mine, each powerful thrust shattering my thoughts. All I could do was clench my fingernails into his stone-hard arms, holding on for dear life as he pummeled me into complete submission.

  His cock would almost completely leave me, holding out one or two inches before jackhammering back into my wet pussy…

  It wasn’t long until I felt the building pressure inside escalate, and I was moaning out a string of expletives and pleas…

  Somehow, he found the strength to fuck me even harder and faster. With my ankles still hooked together in the small of his back, I had one hand biting into his arm while my other palm was pressed firmly against the wall above my head. The bed was slamming against the surface so hard I was sure it was keeping up our neighbors across the street…

  “I’m gonna come,” I warned him in moaning, stilted words. “Jesus fucking Christ, I’m gonna come…”

  His response was a deep, groaning growl, and the sound pushed me ever closer to the edge. I could feel the mounting buildup uncurling inside my core.

  And then it finally happened.

  My mind went white with crippling satisfaction as my body clenched all over. I stiffened entirely as wave after wave of passionate bliss struck me, filling my head with a violent mix of orgasmic ecstasy…

  Grizz dropped the rhythm a few notches, but continued to fuck me. For his efforts, I withstood another quick orgasm before laying in bed, sweaty and spent, mere clay in his hands to mold as he pleased.

  Once I recovered, he took the opportunity to pull me onto all fours. With my knees spread wide for him and my ass up, Grizz plunged that massive cock into my wet pussy with strength renewed.

  I didn’t even have to beg – he reached forward and clenched a fistful of my hair, his other hand steadily on my hips. Riding me like a goddamn animal, the rippling muscles of the tank behind me thunderously fucked me harder than ever.

  He kept this up for longer than time can count, sometimes pulling my hair back to lift my back up against his chest, or shoving my face down into the pillows while he wrecked me from behind.

  Needless to say, I was going to be walking with a limp for at least a day…

  I managed to coerce him onto his back after a while, and mounted him from above. My fingers wrapped around his gigantic cock as I lowered my hips along it, guiding his steel rod into my wet, satisfied pussy.

  With my palms pressed flat against his massive, rock-hard chest, I rolled my hips harder and harder into his own. His hands were clamped around my waist, helping me rock in rhythm ag
ainst his body as he met my tempo with his punishing thrusts.

  “God…” I murmured mindlessly.

  I felt his arrogant chuckle rumble in his chest as Grizz deviously grinned up at me. He was clamping his hands a little harder now, holding me locked into place as he took control of our movements together.

  “Even with me on top, you’ve gotta be in control,” I noted with a sly, half-lidded smile.

  “Would you want it any other way?”

  “Of course not,” I replied, before another hard thrust cut me off mid-laugh. “Especially not… when you can… do that…”

  “I can do it harder,” he teased with a groan. “As hard as you want…”

  My eyebrow rose.

  “Alright then. Hardest you’ve got.”

  “Think you can handle that?”

  I resisted the impulse to heavily moan when he brought me down around his cock again, harder than ever.

  “I know I can handle that.”

  “Well, in that case…”

  Grizz took a fistful of my hair and lowered my face down to his. I was laid out practically flat against him, straddling with a knee on either side. My biker lover wrapped his arms around my shoulders and locked me into place with his lips on mine.

  “Warned you,” he noted.

  Before I could respond, Grizz suddenly began bucking his hips against mine, ramming his thick cock against my inner bundle of nerves at just the right angle to drive me wild.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, goddammit fuck–”

  “You like that, baby?” He grunted.

  “Don’t stop,” I warned him between groans. “For the love of all that is good, don’t you dare fucking stop, Grizz Hawkins…”

  My body was alive with desire, my nerves almost crackling with anticipation. Compounding pleasure built up at my core, threatening to eclipse me yet again if it met the breaking point.

  All I could do was hold him close as he clenched his muscles around me, harder than ever. I’d never break free from his stiff, controlling grip, nor would I ever want to.

  My entire lifeblood and soul was surrendering to the intensity of our bond, our bodies melding together in a crushing display of power and submission.

  Because that’s what he made me do.

  Grizz made me submit.

  The best part was, it felt goddamn fantastic to finally let go with him.

  The bundle of pressure inside broke free, releasing every ounce of mounted tension in my veins. My body went rigid with this new, even harder string of intense orgasms, shaking within his grasp as I rode them all out.

  While I lost myself into a sea of groans and gasping declarations of pleasure, Grizz pistoned his hard, unyielding cock into my sopping pussy harder and harder, finally burrowing inside as hard as it could go.

  With a great, powerful, gasping grunt that shook him to the core, I felt Grizz release rope after rope of steaming hot seed inside me. The condom practically seared within my walls, filled with a mighty load that challenged my understanding of sex biology.

  His grip finally released me, his massive arms dropping to either side. I felt his hard cock stay hard inside as we were left with what we had finally done together again.

  A few moments of panting together later, I finally pulled myself free from the thick tool, rolling onto my side against him.

  “That was better…”

  “Better?” I asked.

  “…Than I remembered.”

  “Oh yeah?” I snuggled up to him.

  “Yeah…”

  I could feel how his heavy, statuesque chest rose and fell, heaving with power in the aftermath of our intense love. His heart was happily and firmly beating away, pumping against my head as I lowered my cheek to his sweaty skin.

  “That was amazing,” I murmured.

  “Couldn’t agree more.”

  We lay like that together for a short while – naked, sweaty, our heads rushing with post-sex brain chemicals.

  “I don’t ever want to leave your side again,” he finally spoke.

  “No?” I lifted my head.

  “No,” Grizz repeated. “It was a mistake the first time. It cost me so much. But now I have you back again…”

  “What about your club?” I asked.

  He didn’t respond.

  “Grizz, you’re here to do a job,” I reminded my lover. “How long are you supposed to be in New Orleans?”

  “Open-ended,” he answered.

  “And what does that mean?”

  “Months, probably. There’s no telling. Was hoping to come home early, had things lined up to wrap up quickly… didn’t pan out.”

  “So, you’re probably here for as far ahead as you can see, then. The foreseeable future.”

  “Yeah. Something like that.”

  I lowered my head back down to his chest. “Good. That means that we’ve got plenty of time to figure things out.”

  He sounded tired, sad even. “I have obligations to my people. I can’t forget that… But I’m making you a part of my life.”

  I smiled. I liked the conviction in his voice with that second half there.

  I felt Grizz nod to himself.

  He was lost in thought.

  I wanted him back, tugged away from that distant place in his mind – back here with me.

  “In the meantime,” I smirked, tracing the muscles of his arm with a fingernail, “you can fuck me like that every night. Sounds like a plan to me… how about you?”

  His fingers brushed through my hair, and I knew he was smiling.

  “Think I can work with that.”

  “Good,” I grinned as I leaned up and planted my lips on his. “Because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer…”

  Mudflap

  One Month Later

  Happy with the light at the end of my cigarette, I snapped my lucky zippo shut with a cool, quick wrist flick.

  Southern summer nights being what they are, the night was hotter and muggier than Satan’s asshole.

  The heat was a bitch and a half, but the mosquitos are what you really gotta worry about. Pesky winged fuckers were out in full bloom. After a few solid drags, though, the cigarette smoke was running overtime at keeping the annoying little pricks away.

  But I was a Louisiana boy, through and through. Little bit of late night sweat and ‘skeeters never did me anything rough.

  That runaway bitch, on the other hand…

  “Yo, Mudflap!”

  I turned my head, swatting at a little buzz near my ear. Tread was stumbling out of the roadside bar, a goofy look on his face.

  “The boss says we gon’ hit the road in fifteen minutes. You ready?”

  I pulled another drag of my fresh cigarette, blowing a quick bit of smoke. “I dunno, asshole. Do I look ready?”

  Tread scratched the back of his head, a dumb look plastered across that stupid face of his. He was a loyal fucker, no doubt about it, but my old buddy had the brains of a goddamn brick.

  “I… dunno! Maybe!”

  I waved the cigarette in front of his face. “No, dipshit! I ain’t ready yet! I’m just out the shitter and lit this motherfucker less than a minute ago!”

  Tread plainly looked confused.

  I just shook my head.

  “Gimme five, and I’ll be back inside. Gotta think, you know? Clear my head, away from you asswipes.”

  “Well, alrighty Mudflap,” he smiled dopily. He paused for a moment before looking around suspiciously, then leaning forward to whisper: “I think the lady up front likes me.”

  I glanced over his shoulder through the door as some local fuckers walked out. The pretty little blond hostess smiled after them, but looked bored as the door started closing.

  Heh.

  I could certainly think of a few things to liven up her night. Daresay that most of them involved my big cock buried in that pretty little ass of hers.

  “Maybe she does like you, Tread!” I chuckled. “You want some of that pretty blond poontang?”


  “Uh-huh!”

  I slipped my arm ‘round his shoulder and took another quick drag. “Well, c’mere and I’ll tell you a big secret, pal.

  “You go back in there, you offer to tell her a secret, and when she’s got that cute little ear real close… you tell her you want her to gag on your cock.”

  “That… that don’t sound right, Mudflap…” Tread looked real confused, staring me down all suspicious-like.

  “Nah, man, chicks dig it. But you’d better be quick. We’re leaving soon, yeah?”

  “Well… okay then!”

  I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw him stumble in, putting on his most dignified look, and whispering in her ear.

  3… 2… 1…

  WHAM!

  “Stupid fucker!” I laughed, watching the door slip shut as the dumb bastard covered his cheek with a hand.

  At least it was some entertainment.

  Happy with the way that’d turned out, I took another drag of the stress stick between my lips. My eyes wandered to the nearest window, and I briefly peered in as I had a quick little think on things.

  The rest of the Bayou Boys were finishing up their sloppy barbecue burgers and chicken wings at a ten-top table. It’d been a good fucking meal, but I’d always been a real snappy eater.

  Right in the middle of the club sat the big guy himself – Gridlock, the heavyset Bayou Boys president.

  The guy was nothing real special, but he commanded respect, and he knew how to whip up a disciplined operation. Ever since I was a junior high dropout, his Bayou Boys had been the real law in Lafayette.

  Sure, the cops had their turn, and the university kind of meant it was mostly a college town, but when the Boys were back in town, shit got real.

  I’d always looked up to ‘em, and getting to be one of them was a fucking dream come true. No more spinning tire irons at the shitty little auto shop up the road from my trailer. Not anymore!

  Well…

  Okay, so I still did the mechanic thing.

  And maybe Lafayette really listened to the cops after all.

  But whatever.

  I was in a fucking motorcycle club, man!

  Of course, the crew wanted into the deal too. I was a smart guy, and Gridlock was a man who listened to reason, yeah? I laid it all out for him, and he saw things my way.