by K E Osborn
“A woman who knows how to handle a long, stiff tool. Fuck! I know I’m impressed,” one of the older-looking guys calls out as the other two with him chuckle.
I turn to him raising my brow. “I certainly know how to handle a tool like you.”
His eyes harden. I can’t help but notice a long scar running down the center of his right eye and down his cheek. It’s almost intimidating. His long, oily blond hair with flecks of gray could do with a wash as he moves to step forward.
Suddenly, Scratch appears in the doorway, and he reaches out grabbing my arm. “Spanner! You’re here. Great! Come with me.” He yanks on my arm and pulls me inside away from the bikers outside before they can say anything more.
I chuckle and move quickly with Scratch, my feet not moving fast enough for the speed he’s dragging me, and I fumble slightly.
He laughs picking up the pace. “Don’t get caught up in conversations with Renegade, they don’t call him that for no reason. He’s… well, he’s not like the rest of us ‘nicer’ bikers…” he uses air quotes, “… and I use that term loosely.”
Raising my brow, I nod as he comes to a screeching halt by the pool table and plonks down onto a beanbag. “Have a seat, Sensei will be here soon. He knows you’re here, he’s just finishing with his family. Then I’m sure he’ll be down quick smart.”
I jolt back in shock. “His family’s here?”
Scratch nods. “Yeah, the whole lot, Mom, Dad, and two bratty sisters, who I’m sure you’ll get along with.”
“You calling me a brat?” I ask with a smirk.
He chuckles. “If the shoe fits.” He bumps my calf muscle with his booted foot as I finally pull up a seat next to his beanbag.
Just to prove him right, I blow out a large bubble, the pop resounds through the clubhouse making a couple of bikers turn to look.
Scratch bursts out laughing. “See, you are a brat.”
“I wear the badge with pride. Thank you!” I nod my head.
He chuckles as he reclines back, the sound of the little pebbles of foam in the beanbag squashing against the heaviness of his body. I grin as I turn to see Sensei stalking toward me with a small smile adorning his face. He looks so fucking good with his broad chest beneath that leather cut, and his grungy bad-boy looks. He’s fucking sex on a stick with a graceful attitude that doesn’t match how he looks.
“It’s a pleasure to see you, Ayla.” His voice is thick and deep like honey as he steps up and takes a seat right next to me.
“Ayla, who the fuck is Ayla?” Scratch calls out, but I can’t break my stare from Sensei as his chocolate eyes bore into mine, and I chew on my bottom lip.
“It’s my name, Scratch,” I murmur as Sensei’s eyes narrow in on me like he’s mentally undressing me slowly. It’s sexy as hell, and my clit instantly aches wanting him to throw me down on the fucking pool table and have his way with me here and now. I don’t even care if everyone watches.
“Oh… right, cool,” Scratch mutters to himself as my breathing becomes shallow, and Sensei’s smirk becomes wider like he knows exactly what I’m thinking, probably because he’s thinking it too.
“Are you two going to keep staring at each other like fucking freaks, or are we gonna get down to business?” Scratch grunts.
I chuckle finally breaking my eye lock from Sensei and turn to Scratch chucking the envelope at his chest. “Cash is all there for the parts I could salvage. What do you want me to do with the shell?” I ask, and he pouts like an errant child.
“Bring her back, and we’ll put her in the graveyard. Even though I know she won’t look like my baby anymore, at least I can still go and talk to her sometimes.”
I burst out laughing. “I don’t really know what you just said, but sure... I’ll get Heath to put her in the truck, and we’ll bring her back to you.”
He nods. “Thanks, Spanner… appreciate it.”
Sensei stands up from his seat bringing my attention back to him as he reaches out grabbing my arm. My skin ignites at his touch as his fingers lace around my wrist, and he looks into my eyes. “Come with me.” His voice is low, deep, seductive, and I really want to make a Terminator joke, say something like ‘If you want to live,’ but I don’t because my voice is stuck in my throat from the lustful look in his eyes. It’s making my chest heavy with tension as he pulls me, and I move easily.
“You leaving already?” Scratch calls out sounding like a needy teenager. I almost laugh, but I can’t find it in me as Sensei pulls me with him through the room, his hand tight on my wrist as he says nothing more but leads me toward a hall. I have no idea where we’re going, only that I hope like fuck when we get there, we’re alone.
The tension builds inside of me as we pass some of his brothers. They say nothing, just smirk at us as they watch him lead me down the hall which seems to have doors placed every few feet or so. It’s only when he stops at a door and opens it, I realize what this hall is—the sleeping quarters.
Opening my eyes wide, I don’t have time to think before he yanks me through the door, then slams it shut behind him with his foot and thrusts me up against it. His body pressed against mine as his hands push against my cheeks, holding me in position as his lips crash against mine so forcefully my head smacks against the door. Not painfully, just enough to shock me.
I’m stunned for a moment but soon forget as he’s kissing me again, and it feels so fucking good. His tongue enters my mouth, one of his hands on my face moves into the back of my hair, his fingers lacing through my ponytail. He yanks on it making me gasp into his mouth as his other hand moves to my hip pulling me to him so I can feel every part of him, even the bulge in his pants.
My hands smooth up his back under his shirt and cut against his skin. He’s so warm, his skin silky soft as I dig my nails into his flesh. He groans into my mouth and kisses me harder. I love the way we kiss, it’s so frenzied, so full of passion. His hands move down to my ass and under my thighs as he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around him as he pulls away from the door and walks me over to his bed. Swiftly, he lowers me onto the mattress. He doesn’t shift his weight from on top of me as he slides over me, our lips never detaching as his hard cock presses firmly against my pussy.
I moan into his mouth as he slowly breaks away from me, and I pout up at him as he grins looking into my eyes. He brings his hand up to his mouth and then pulls out my piece of bubblegum. I smirk and giggle as he places it on the bedside table and smiles at me.
“This makes you taste good,” he murmurs and then before I can answer, his lips are back on mine kissing me hard once more. He rocks his hips into me, his hard cock pressing in just the right place. A whimper escapes my mouth as my legs unwrap from around his body, and I use all my strength to spin us over. He moves with me, letting me turn the tide as I roll us over and straddle him on the bed.
He doesn’t completely let me have my way as he sits us up, all the while we kiss frantically. My hands run through his dreadlocks as he moves to my tank top, and his fingers skim the bottom of it then hoist it up. I don’t hesitate to let him take it off me. I know we’ve only known each other for all of two days, but the chemistry between us is scorching, and this itch we have needs to be tended to, then we can get to know each other better.
My top flies off and falls to the floor beside me leaving me in my denim shorts and my bra. His hands glide down my back, the warmth of his calloused fingers feel like heaven as his large hands pull me to him, needing me closer. Sliding my hands from his hair, I move to his cut and slide it over his shoulders. He shrugs out of it then places it carefully on the bedside table. My fingers fumble for the hem of his gray shirt. I yank it up to see his left side covered in tattoos, from his shaved scalp, down his neck, his arm, his torso and the intricate design delves into the waistband of his pants. I’m sure it goes onto his hip and leg too. I take a second to just marvel at the complex designs, mostly Asian in pattern, but there are some neo-traditional pieces in there too. I also can’t help but notice t
he cross with wings pendant around his neck. It’s beautiful as he leans in and presses his lips to my collarbone, his teeth grazing along my bone making me clench my eyes shut in delight.
He suddenly shifts, picking me up and sliding off the edge of the bed. I watch his eyes as he carries me over to his desk, and I giggle, holding onto him tightly as he lowers my ass down onto the edge. He moves back from me and then grabs my foot taking off my combat boots, one by one. I smirk as he slides back in and unbuttons my shorts. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as his eyes bore into mine while I squirm on the edge of the desk, the tension building inside of me as he pops them one by one. Note to self, wear shorts with less buttons.
His hooded eyes becoming darker and darker as he takes in the sight before him. He yanks them down, leaving me in my white bra and a pair of aqua boyshorts with a pink trim. He smiles and raises his brow in an approving way.
I’m not a typical girl, I don’t wear sexy panties or thongs, or for that matter matching underwear most of the time, so I’m glad he seems impressed by what he’s seeing.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
Letting out a chuckle, I run my hand down his flawlessly toned stomach. He has abs on abs on abs and even an amazing V that women go gaga over. I totally get it.
“Pot, kettle, much?”
He grins and raises his brow. “I think you thought I was… how did you word it … pretty?”
I try to hide my laugh and tilt my head. “Me? No! I would never say that.”
He stalks closer and nods, slowly making my stomach flip at the hooded look in his eyes. “Oh, yes, Alya, you called me pretty, and do you remember what I said I would do to you if you called me… pretty?”
My chest tightens as my clit begins to throb. My breath catches in my throat as I clench my thighs together looking up at him. “You would spank me?” My voice comes out as a breathy whisper while color blooms on my neck and moves up to my cheeks.
He takes a deep steadying breath. “Will you run if I did exactly that?”
I shake my head as a slow smile creeps up on my face.
“Stand up and pull down your panties… slowly,” he demands, and a sudden rush of something flows through me—excitement, a thrill of euphoria—I have no idea. I haven’t had a guy be experimental with me for a very long time, and I always enjoy the rush. So I do as he says. His dominant tone only striving to make my panties wetter as I stand from the desk and thread my fingers through the hem of my boyshorts. I look him dead in his eyes while I slide them down my legs. Standing, I kick them to the side as I hook my hands behind my back and take off my bra. His eyes wander over my naked body, in awe as the bulge against his pants is painfully clear. I love the fact I can do that to him.
He takes a step closer, the energy in the room is popping and sizzling as every hair on my body is standing on end. There’s a magnetism, a force in the room—it’s pulling me to him, it’s surging, it’s coursing—and making it damn near almost impossible for me to hold myself together. But somehow, I’m keeping focused as he stands half naked in front of me, his eyes so dark they’re almost black. He’s so fucking good looking it slays me as his eyes drink me in.
“Lay over the end of the desk. Hold on tight,” he instructs.
With a grin, I move to the end of the desk and lay on the edge, so my ass is on display. My chest is over the desk as I hold on waiting for my punishment, my pussy throbbing in delight.
I’m a twisted bitch.
“I’m going to slap you six times, Ayla. One for each time you called me… pretty. Do you understand?” His voice is rich, dark, heavy with lust as he moves in behind me. His hand sliding onto my ass cheek and caressing my skin tenderly.
“I understand.”
“Tell me to stop if you need me to,” he instructs as his hand moves down and parts my legs a little more. My stomach squeezes in appreciation as his finger slides up and down my wet folds. A throaty groan murmurs from his chest as he slides his finger to my clit and presses hard.
I jolt, closing my eyes relishing in his touch. Needing just a little more, I push back and he obliges, pressing harder, circling a little making me whimper. My hips begin to rock needing more when suddenly, a loud slap resounds through the air followed by a harsh sting on the lower part of my ass. I jar against the desk as I let out a puff of air at the harsh sting. It was painful, but because of where he slapped, it was that point of pain which turns into pleasure. I gnaw on my bottom lip as my hands ball into fists. My breathing becomes labored as he slaps me again. I let out a louder whimper as he rubs the slapped area briefly, then another slap which forces me to outwardly moan this time.
“Fuck… you’re so responsive.”
Slap.
Moan.
Slap.
Moan.
My head turns on the desk as the pressure builds inside of me so I can barely stand it.
Slap.
“Oh God,” I call out, and suddenly he flips me over yanking me up, our mouths collide in a frenzied kiss. My legs wraps around his waist, needing him, wanting him. My hands dip between us, and I frantically undo his belt as he shuffles his pants down. They fall around his ankles leaving him naked from his ankles up. His massive cock springs to life, and I don’t even care about a condom right now, I just need him. I’m on the pill anyway. He obviously doesn’t seem to care either, grabbing me and yanking me forward, my pussy lining up with his cock. The need, the want in us is both so high right now all we want is to be joined, so my logical brain has flown out the window.
His fingers dig into my ass as he thrusts up inside of me forcefully. I moan out as he fills me completely. He’s so big it takes me a second to adjust, but he’s moving so fast I don’t have time to gather myself. We’re fucking hard, fast, and furiously against his desk as his lips move back to mine. And fuck me if it doesn’t feel exactly as I thought it would. He’s perfect as he thrusts up at the exact right angle. My legs wrap around him so tightly, needing to draw him in closer as my hands grip him while I ride him.
He pounds into me hard, unrelenting, thrust after thrust. I knew our first fuck would be intense. I knew it would be hard. I knew it would be fast. What I wasn’t counting on was the power emanating from it, the energy coursing through me, the wave of emotion I’m feeling as he fucks me. The connection I feel to him. Sure we don’t know each other, we’ve only had some witty banter, but as I ride him, there’s definitely some sort of cosmic flow surging through us heightening this for me as he pounds into me relentlessly.
The energy is off the charts as I moan into his mouth.
Sensei’s right here with me as we ride this wave together. His thick cock pulses inside of me, and as he thrusts up higher, I grind down on him hitting just the right spot. My eyes clench tightly as heat invades every inch of me. Fire burns igniting a passion within.
He thrusts again, a low growl erupting from his chest letting me know he’s close as my back begins to arch. My nails dig deep into his back, and I know they will leave red marks as I scratch down his skin.
The pressure builds inside of me, and he thrusts again making me moan into his mouth as we kiss. The tension mounts, lights dance behind my eyes as he thrusts again, and it hits like a torrential downpour. A river of explosions fire off one after the other as I erupt in a cacophony of euphoria. My lips break free from his needing some air as my head rocks back in the throes of passion.
His lips rush forward taking my neck as his next victim. He bites hard on my skin sure to leave a mark as I ride out my orgasm while he continues to unrelentingly pump inside me.
After I come down a little, I begin to work with him to keep him going, and I feel him starting to stagger. I know he’s close, so I tighten my muscles to bring him closer to the edge, and it works. He groans low, deep, and throaty as he jolts, his hot cum exploding inside of me as he stills his fingers gripping tightly into my skin while his teeth clamp down hard making me wince out in pleasurable pain.
My breathing strugg
les to catch as our movements still, and he leans against me on the desk trying to take some of the pressure off his weight. He pulls back looking into my eyes and gives me a small smile. My hand comes up and gently caresses his cheek in a more tender moment from me, and his lips turn into a full-blown smile as he shakes his head.
“Shit…” is all he can muster and then rests his forehead on mine with a slight chuckle.
I grin and smile back as I hear a knock at the door.
I tense, as does he, and we both turn to see the door opening. I cover my breasts with my arm as a short little Asian woman walks in and spots us.
“Raiden, I just wanted to—” Her eyes open so widely I think they will pop from their sockets as she stops midsentence and takes in the sight before her—Sensei, with his pants downs around his ankles, still inside of me.
“Shit! Mother...” He pauses looking around the room like he doesn’t know what to do as I chew on my bottom lip trying to keep myself covered.
She looks away from us as her hand shoots up to her eyes, and she slowly backs out of the door. “I’m so sorry…” she pauses and then continues, “She’s very pretty, son. I would love to meet her properly.”
“Mother!” Sensei calls out harshly, and she bows her head, her eyes still covered as she ducks out of the room and closes the door.
Sensei looks back to me, his eyes wide as he swallows a lump in his throat. I can’t help myself as I look down to the floor with sudden waves of embarrassment flushing my cheeks. His forehead furrows as he pulls out of me and takes a deep breath while I place my hands on his chest and sit up on the desk properly.
My breath comes out in a staggered wave as I try to shake off my unease. “Sooo… that was your Mom?” I ask, my voice almost breaking with my apprehension.
His brow raises as he looks at me, stepping back between my legs. His finger cupping my chin making me look up to him. “Who is this?” he asks, confusing me.
My stomach churns as a swarm of nerves wash over me. I feel myself sinking further inside a wall of tension, the embarrassment flooding over me.
