So Hot MC Boxset

by Blair Grey

  My cock thumped inside my jeans as Hailey moved to straddle me, sitting back down, her now hot mound pressing against my wanting cock. Her tits pressed against my chest as she began letting herself get all the way into what we were doing.

  Moving her body in soft waves, she mimicked actual sex and I began to need some of that actual action. Moving one hand between us, I pushed her jeans down to run my fingers through her moist folds.

  The glow from the big-screen television had the room well-lit, a thing I was afraid would eventually get to her if she could see it was me she was with and not Ryder. Getting up, I carried her with me as I headed to my bedroom. It was clear to me what she needed. I wasn’t going to start her brain to working by asking her if that’s what she wanted.

  Kissing all the way to the bedroom, my body was on fire by the time I got the door opened and her to my bed. I’d kicked the door closed so the room would be pitch black as night had fallen.

  Pulling her shirt off over her head, I had to let her lips go. Her hands moved fast to undo my jeans then she pushed them down, they fell in a pile around my feet on the floor. I made quick work of my boots and socks as I tore off the rest of her clothes.

  Her hands lingered on my erection, then I felt her moving on the bed as I stood at the side of it. She once again took my cock into her hands then I felt her lips press against the head of it.

  Elation spread through me as she opened her mouth then expertly slid it all the way down my long, hard cock. Reaching out, I put my hands on her shoulders, massaging them gently as she went to work sucking me off.

  To be honest, I had no idea that she would want to do this sort of thing. But apparently it was something she’d missed doing, so I was all for it. And by the way she made her way around my cock and balls, I had the feeling she really liked giving head. Which was a great thing in my book.

  It had been the first thing I’d noticed about the woman; she was a giver and not much of a taker. But after she gave to me, I would totally give back to her. I wasn’t selfish when it came to sex. I gave as good as I got.

  Four months of her and getting treated like this would be quite a sexual vacation for me. Her plump lips were soft as she used them to sheath her teeth as she moved back and forth, cupping my balls with one hand and raking her long nails over my ass cheeks with the other.

  The only thing that would’ve made it better was if the lights were on and I could see her head bobbing at my waist. But the picture I made in my mind worked too and in no time I was ready to unload. “Baby, I’m about to come.” Squeezing her shoulders, I gave her the heads up about what was going to happen so she could do whatever she wanted to do about that fact.

  When she moaned the sexiest fucking moan I’d ever heard and sucked my cock even harder, taking it down her throat, I lost it. The sound I made came all the way from my toes then it crept up my body before exploding out of my mouth as liquid fire left my loins and shot into her mouth. And she drank it all up, before releasing my throbbing cock.

  What she’d brought to life inside of me wasn’t human at all. With one deft move, I had her on her back, her legs spread, and my mouth on her hot cunt. I couldn’t get enough of her sweet pussy. Licking, sucking, biting, I wanted to eat her alive. And all the while her hands ran over my shoulders and head as she whimpered and moaned, purring like a kitten at times. “Yes,” she whispered. “Ah, yes,” her voice went higher as I forced my tongue into her soaked pussy that began pulsing all around it as she came. “Yes!”

  The way her entire body shook with the orgasm told me she most likely hadn’t even been masturbating to fill her sexual needs. And that was fine by me. I could use the action anyway.

  My cock had gotten rock-hard again as her pussy made my tongue feel something my cock wanted to feel too. Moving to mount her, I pulled her knees up as I slammed my aching cock into her tight as shit pussy. “Fuck! Oh, shit!” I couldn’t believe how tight she was.

  Dropping her legs open more, she tried to accommodate me as I stayed still to give her body time to stretch to fit me. Moving slowly, I didn’t want to hurt either of us. She moved her hands up my arms. “It’s okay. I’m ready now,” her fingers trailed along my neck as she pulled my head down so our torsos would be closer, then her warm lips pressed against my ear, “Lucas.”

  The way my head and heartfelt as she whispered my name was insane and I had never felt that exact way before. Taking her mouth, I kissed her hard as I made long slow strokes, letting the passion ignite completely inside of us both.

  Her skin was the softest I’d ever felt. Her body molded to mine in ways no one else’s had. And her soft moans made things tick inside my heart that nothing had.

  Keep your heart protected, Lucas.

  My body was a thing I could give her. My heart wasn’t. And the same went for her. I couldn’t even try to make her fall for me. She could physically need me, but that would have to turn to need for her husband. That would leave me out. And that’s how it was supposed to happen.

  With my eyes closed, I tried to just do the mechanics of the act. Up, down, in, out. But then she arched her body up to mine as she pulled her lips away. “I want to get on top.”

  Rolling over onto my back, I pulled her with me, keeping us connected. Just enough moonlight sifted through the curtains to allow me to see her amazing silhouette as she sat on top of me, moving as gracefully as a swan. Taking my hands, she placed them on her plump tits before putting her hands on my shoulders, leaning over until I could put one of her tits into my mouth.

  My idea of mechanical sex was long gone with her pert nipple in my mouth. Running my tongue in circles around her nipple, I had it hard as a stone before I started biting it with increasingly harder bites.

  She moved faster; her breathing got harder as she moved. I ran my hands around to cup her ass in them, feeling the muscles tense and flex with every move she made. Sucking her tit, I eased my fingers closer together until the tip of my pinky felt the edge of her asshole.

  Toying with it, I felt her move ever so slightly to make it touch the middle, so I eased it in just a little. The ecstasy that filled her soft moan told me to go a little deeper. Moving it at the same pace she was riding me, I put it in a bit more with each pump until it was all the way inside of her.

  Moving my mouth to take her other tit, I cupped her ass differently, inserting my middle finger into her and loving the growl that left her lips. “Yes, deeper, Lucas.”

  Deeper I went as I sucked her tit hard. Her body began to heat even more, then she squealed as she came undone on top of me. Her cunt throbbed and pulsed so hard that I couldn’t hold back and found myself orgasming again with her.

  Holding her by the waist as we both made ungodly noises and breathed as ruggedly as any horse in a race would, I saw stars, I’d come so hard. Two things had happened that had never happened to me before. The stars for one and the simultaneous orgasms the other.

  No female had ever come and made me come too. But this female had. And this was like the only one on the entire planet that I got to have a full-sized sample of - but didn’t even get the option of keeping.

  Her body fell on mine in an exhausted heap. “Can I fall asleep with you, Lucas. I swear that I’ll get up and go to my own bed before you wake up.”

  I didn’t want her to feel like that and kissed the top of her head. “You can stay all night with me, Hailey. You don’t have to leave my bed.”

  Her lips moved over my chest as she whispered, “If I wake up in your arms, I’m going to want to do this again.”

  Just the idea of getting more of that sweet action made my just spent cock thump once – as if telling me to tell her that was fine, and he’d be up for that before morning came.

  “I’m here to make sure your needs are met. If you need more, then you get more.” I loved the way her body felt as she lay on top of me. I put both arms around her, holding her in a loose grip as I inhaled the sweet scent on her hair. “I’m here for you, honeysuckle.”

>   “Honeysuckle huh? So if you’re gonna nickname me after the smell of my shampoo then I’ll have to nickname you leather since your scent reminds me of that.” She kissed my chest as her hand ran up and down my arm. “Lucas, is it wrong of me to think that what we just did felt so damn right?” Pulling her head off my chest, I could see she was trying to look at me, but it was too dark. She caressed my face between her hands. “Is it okay that I enjoy this?”

  “You’re supposed to enjoy it. If you find yourself not enjoying it, then simply stop doing it.” But I would probably hate it if she wanted to stop now that we’d found out that we had some amazing chemistry.

  Her lips barely grazed mine as she kissed me. “Thank you.”

  “Thank you too.” I kissed her back as our bodies finally gave in to the exhaustion.

  All through the night, I never let her go. I woke up, still holding her then moved her to lie on her side where I came in behind her, spooning like we were used to sleeping that way.

  I’d been a bachelor for years. I’d had women spend the nights now and then, but I didn’t particularly like the cuddling factor, so I kept those times few and far between.

  As I lay there, stroking her hair as more moonlight had managed to find its way into my room, I couldn’t stop looking at her as she slept. I clicked with her. And she seemed to have clicked with me.

  My inner-being knew that something like this would happen to me. As much as I’d studied about what comes along with being raised by a narcissistic mother, I guessed it didn’t matter. What she’d done to my mind wasn’t fixable.

  I would always find ways to punish myself for things I hadn’t even done wrong. When your own mother punishes you for simply having fun, then your mind finds ways to keep up what she started.

  Hailey could never be mine, yet I had let myself get more caught up in the sex than I had ever done with anyone. And everything inside of me said that I had done that simply because this woman was unattainable.

  If this was something I had known about myself before I agreed to keep her with me, I would’ve given another man the job. But I couldn’t go back on my word to Ryder now. And I knew that Hailey wouldn’t really get along with any of my other MC brothers.

  Hailey was a class-act. She was a lady in every aspect. Right down to the way she had sex – Hailey was a real lady. Not any of the men I called my brothers would know how to treat a woman like her.

  They were used to and attracted to hard as hell women who took pride in being hard to handle. Hailey was the kind of woman who took pride in being easy to get along with and happy to make things go as good as they could.

  Just like making things go easy for us.

  It occurred to me that the woman in my bed might be a people-pleasure who thought more about others than she did herself. And perhaps that was the reason she’d kissed me and wanted to please me first.

  I have so much to teach this woman and only a few months to do it.

  Chapter Six

  Hailey

  Waking up with my body aching and a heavy arm thrown over me, the events of the night came rushing back to my mind. Putting my hands over my face to hide my shame, I couldn’t believe what I’d done.

  I’m such a slut!

  Not even twenty-four hours into being around a man who was not my husband and I’d invited myself into his bed. I knew I’d been lonely, but I had no idea I’d become this lonely and desperate for male attention.

  Slipping out from under Lucas’ arm, I gathered my clothes that lay at the side of the bed, then tip-toed out of his bedroom, going back to mine. As I closed the door quietly behind me, I leaned back on it, trying not to break down. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

  Slowly, I slid down the door until my bare ass hit the cold tiled floor. My head was a mess. This wasn’t the way I was raised to act. This wasn’t how people did things where I’d come from. I was a member of a church, for God’s sake.

  That was my life in Massachusetts though. I’d chosen to leave that life behind me when I fell in love with Ryder and moved to Baltimore to make a life with him. And the life I made with him included the MC he had built his life around.

  Pulling my fingers through my hair, the action released the manly scent of Lucas and I winced as I thought about what all we’d done. I’d been such an aggressor. So unlike my normal self.

  We’d been so pleasant and mannerly with each other up until we’d sat down to watch that movie. Damn action-comedies!

  I’d always thought watching romance movies had aphrodisiac-like qualities. Who knew that laughing your asses off together while watching a couple of dudes getting their asses kicked while cracking jokes could make a girl so fucking horny?

  Pulling myself off the cold floor, I managed to drag my sorry self across the room to put my dirty clothes into the collapsible laundry hamper I’d brought with me. I needed a hot shower then some coffee – preferably something of the Irish variety. The shame I had would need to be masked by alcohol even if it was early in the morning.

  Putting on my robe, I went to the bathroom to begin the process of scrubbing Lucas Hoss off my body. As I stood in the shower with steaming hot water running over my body, I felt even hotter tears begin to pour from my eyes.

  My body tingled as I thought about how good it felt to be with a man again. The way he touched me, handled me, fucked me into oblivion had taken me away on a much-needed trip to Ecstasy Island. How could I be unhappy about that?

  Yet, there I was, crying in the shower while going back in my mind to the events of last night. My body ached all over from the things we’d done. And my throat was on the sore side from the actions that had happened in it as well.

  God! I sucked him off right off the fucking bat!

  Words like whore, tramp, slut, and even desperate-ho flowed through my mind as I thought about how I’d acted. I was positive that I couldn’t face Lucas until I had a good buzz going on. It was obvious that this would turn me into an alcoholic. There was no way I’d get through this time any other way.

  So, it was like that now. I would become a slutty alcoholic because my husband went to prison and he was part of a club of men who took on the lonely old ladies the others left behind. Wow, what a turn of events!

  Back home I’d been a pretty good girl. I’d even been a Sunday school teacher for the preschoolers at our church. What would those kids think of Miss Hailey now?

  Once again, my legs turned into noodles and I ended up in a puddle on the now warm tiles of the shower floor. If I’d had the power to disappear, I totally would have. But I was powerless and knew I had to face the man I’d given my body to. It was all me after all. He’d done nothing but accept his responsibility of making sure my needs were met.

  And boy, were they met!

  That man knew how to please a woman for sure. How he hadn’t found one who would bend over backward for him was a mystery. Had I been unwed, I would’ve figured out how to make him need me. He was that good.

  Or maybe I was just that sexually deprived.

  No. He was that good.

  I’d had a handful of sexual partners before I got with Ryder, so I knew that all men didn’t give it as good as Lucas did. He’d paid special attention to places others hadn’t – not even the man I’d married.

  My subtle cues were taken pretty much instantly by him.

  Christ! I actually urged the man to finger-fuck my asshole!

  That had been a silent fantasy I’d had for years but had never told a soul about it. And it had surprised even me when I made the move to get him to actually do it. It had felt amazing then. Now, well – now my ass sort of hurt. But it was worth it.

  Sitting there, I began to add up the pains I had. Sore throat from sucking his dick. Sore ass from nearly begging him to finger-fuck it. Sore pussy from his above-average size cock ramming into it over and over. And sore stomach muscles from the super-hard orgasms he’d given me. Plus, one bruised and battered moral compass added to intense feelings of sha
me and I had one big-bad case of regret.

  If there wasn’t danger lurking outside, waiting for me, I would’ve ducked out – never to be seen again. But Lucas was more than just the man who was there to take care of my sexual needs, he was there for my protection as well. One does not walk away from one’s personal bodyguard, lest one might die or worse.

  Somehow, I had to face what I’d done. No, it wouldn’t be easy – not as easy as it seemed I’d become – but it had to be done.

  Gathering myself, I stood and washed my hair with my honeysuckle shampoo, knowing that Lucas liked the scent of it. But I didn’t have anything else, so that had to do. Then I washed every part of my body before getting out and going to get dressed.

  I wasn’t going to try to look enticing at all. Pulling my wet hair into a ponytail, I put on sweatpants and a soft t-shirt and went barefooted down the hallway to the kitchen.

  With no sight of Lucas anywhere, I began making a pot of coffee. While that began to brew, I went to the room I’d seen a bar in to see if I could find something to add to the coffee that would help me face Lucas when the time came.

  Just as I got to the bar, I heard the sound of soft music playing and peeked out the window to find Lucas was on the patio. Wearing a loose-fitting, white t-shirt that went down to his knees, I saw a pair of black compression pants that he wore underneath it. With no shoes on, he had one foot placed along the opposite calf and his arms were held out to each side. Then he moved to another pose and I realized he was doing Tai Chi exercises.

  Looking back at the bar and the bottle of Irish cream liquor inside of it, I shook my head. “No. I’ll start the day with a clear head.”

  Going back to the kitchen, I decided to do what I often did when troubled. I started cooking. Peeling potatoes to make hash browns, putting on bacon to cook, and getting some eggs ready to scramble helped me to stop thinking about the night before. Staying busy was what helped me get through the first month of Ryder’s incarceration. I’d stayed up nights, thinking about how he was being treated while in prison. My mother had told me that keeping myself busy would help and she’d been right.