S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  Or sexy.

  Earlier, he said he was about out of the mood. I now shared his lack of desire.

  He held the condom carefully in his left hand while he unbuckled his belt. After what appeared to be a very frustrated effort to push his jeans down to mid-thigh, he gripped his cock in his tattooed hand and began to stoke himself.

  Watching him with his big dick clenched in his fist was a huge turn-on. After six or eight strokes, the massive shaft was rigid in his hand.

  And, once again, I was ready.

  More than ready.

  “Here,” I breathed. “Let me do that.”

  With one hand I reached for the condom, and with the other I fumbled to unbutton my shorts. After a few frustrating seconds of my own, I had my shorts on the work bench, and his cock protected by a thin layer of rubber.

  “What a clusterfuck,” he grumbled.

  Agreed.

  “Where do you, uhhm,” I stammered, looking around for a place to let him fuck me.

  The bench was littered in tools and motorcycle parts and the floor was covered in dirt and grease, leaving the steel drum as my only visible alternative for sex. I didn’t wait for him to respond. I wrapped my arms around the drum and pressed my chest onto the lid.

  “Stand up,” he growled.

  Oooh. Standing up sex.

  Fuck yeah.

  I stood up and turned to face him.

  “Ditch the shirt and the bra,” he demanded.

  I glanced at his jeans, which were draped around his thighs. My eyes dropped to his feet. Scuffed and covered in stains, the lace-up black boots he was wearing were kind of sexy when he was fully dressed, but now that we were getting ready to fuck, they were a distraction.

  I wagged my finger toward his knees. “Ditch the boots and jeans.”

  The glare he returned let me know he wasn’t interested in considering what I wanted. He pressed his hand into the middle of my back and pushed me toward the work bench. As my hips came in contact with the cold steel, he shoved a little harder, forcing me to bend over. His hand slid from between my shoulder blades to the back of my head.

  You like it rough, huh?

  Yeah, me too.

  He pressed my face down firmly on the top of the workbench. I felt the tip of his dick against my pussy, and inhaled sharply in anticipation. Nothing, however, could have prepared me for his girth. I wasn’t ready.

  At all.

  He shoved me completely full of cock in one hard thrust.

  I arched my back and gasped out in response.

  His beard scraped along my neck. The warm breath against my cheek that followed caused goosebumps to rise along my legs. I fought to raise my head, but he was much too strong.

  “I’m going to fuck you senseless,” he breathed into my ear.

  All concerns regarding whether or not fucking Nick Navarro was a good decision immediately vanished.

  It was a great decision.

  He thrust his hips back and forth aggressively, grunting in my ear with each stroke. “I can’t…figure out…if it’s my…big cock…or your…tight little pussy. But fuckin’ you…is like fuckin’…a virgin.”

  I thought I’d been fucked by big-dicked men in the past. I was wrong. They may have been well-endowed by my standard at the time, but Nick Navarro was redefining everything.

  Everything.

  “I think…it’s…both,” I muttered.

  I bit into my lip and tried to keep from crying out. I’d heard the phrase hurts so good many times, and only now had a complete understanding of what it meant. His thick cock was stretching my pussy to an all-new limit.

  And I loved every fucking inch of it.

  “I like…fucking you,” he groaned. “Your little pussy clenches my cock like a vise.”

  Just shut up and keep fucking me.

  I closed my eyes and wondered just what had happened to me. Although I was daring and bold, my interest in men was nil. Having been wronged in the past so many times, I learned to trust no one who grew facial hair.

  Or had a cock.

  Navarro had both and I wouldn’t want him any other way.

  As he pounded himself in and out of me like a man possessed, his scent filled my nostrils. It wasn’t a hint of cologne or deodorant, nor was it a foul body odor.

  He smelled like a man.

  A real man.

  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it taught. My back arched and my mind reeled at the thought of him fucking me like he owned me.

  “Tell me how much you like this big biker cock,” he growled in my ear.

  Dear God.

  I wanted desperately to speak, but succeeding wasn’t as easy as one might think. I was suspended somewhere between heaven and earth, and talking wasn’t an option.

  He pulled against my hair until his lips met my ear. His warm breath on my neck made my legs go weak. “Say something, you sexy little bitch.”

  If you keep talking dirty to me, I’m going to explode.

  I opened my mouth, but…nothing.

  “Newspaper reporter my ass,” he breathed. “You came here for my cock, didn’t you?”

  I did my best to nod, but his tight grip on my hair made doing so close to impossible.

  “I uhhm.” I stammered.

  He bit into my earlobe. “Didn’t you?” he grunted.

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  I told myself it wasn’t true, but at that moment, I wasn’t completely sure. Between his savage thrusts, I decided it was the thrill of actually being fucked by Navarro that attracted me, and nothing more.

  Nick Navarro may have been a lot of different things to a lot of different people. To me, he was an outlaw biker.

  Having him fuck me was taking me to a place I had never ventured to.

  A place I was afraid I would yearn to return to, over and over.

  While he continued to fuck me like he was attempting to prove a point, he wedged his tattooed forearm between my hip and the bench. In a few seconds, I felt the tip of his finger circling my throbbing clit.

  “You’re gonna come back for this cock whenever I want you to.”

  Don’t worry about that, big boy.

  Until further notice, this pussy’s yours.

  I wanted to give a smart-assed response, but couldn’t seem to assemble my thoughts. As he rubbed my swollen nub and repeatedly filled me with his dick, my mind drifted off to a faraway place.

  After an immeasurable amount of time, a tingling began to run through me. Immediately following, his cock seemed to double in size. I fought against the pressure of his hand against my head, but eventually gave up. His hips slammed against my ass a few more times, and my pussy went into a thankful frenzy of its own.

  His thrusts slowed, but remained os-so-deep. His breathing became irregular.

  And.

  An orgasm shot through my body like a bolt of lightning.

  And then another.

  And another.

  “Fuck yesss,” he moaned.

  “Oh…My…God,” I cried out.

  While my body continued to convulse in the wake of countless earth-shattering micro-orgasms, I collapsed.

  My vision narrowed as he withdrew himself from inside of me. The sounds of the distant traffic, his breathing, and my heart beating became dull and indifferent.

  In short, Nick Navarro – and his big cock – changed my mind about everything.

  THIRTY-ONE

  Nick

  I had sex for one reason, and one reason only. To blow my load. I had never been concerned with a woman’s desires, needs, or thoughts. Now, Peyton’s desires, needs, and thoughts were all I was concerned with.

  My hands pressed against the soft skin of her breasts. I waited for rejection, but received none. Carefully, I kneaded her flesh, paying special attention not to be too rough. She wiggled and twisted her body, but I could tell by her moans that she was as pleased as I was.

  I lowered my mouth to meet her nipples, kissing them softly with my lips,
then following with a few flicks of my tongue. She responded by digging her nails into my back, further proof that so far I had yet to make a mistake.

  Perfection wasn’t my goal, nor was it an expectation. I wanted to please her, and the thought of doing so pleased me. It was a first, that was for sure.

  Before the barbeque, I had an idea of how I felt about Peyton, but I wasn’t certain what I wanted in the end. When we kissed, something either changed, or I came to a realization. As ridiculous as it seemed to admit afterward, kissing her was all the confirmation my mind needed.

  With my body, spirit, and soul released from my mind’s grip, I cautiously worked to satisfy her, hoping to bring her to climax without causing her any mental or physical pain.

  I sucked and kissed her breasts repeatedly, grinding my hips against hers with each touch of my lips to her nipples.

  Her moaning continued, and fueled by her expressed pleasure, I continued.

  Several minutes later, the moaning had all but stopped.

  She pressed her elbows into the mattress and lifted her head. “Uhhm. I’m more than a set of nice tits. You know that, right?”

  “Huh?”

  “You’ve been fucking around with my tits since we started,” she complained. “I told you, I’m not broken.”

  Hurting her in any way would crush me. Still harboring the guilt for what happened to her, an extremely cautious advance was all she was going to receive from me. At least for now. “I know,” I said. “But I just don’t want to--”

  She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Hurt me?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  She sat up completely. “I’m safe with you. That’s one thing I need to always remind myself of, and I do. I’m safe here.”

  I rolled to the side and continued to listen, but paid more attention to admiring her perfect body.

  “You’re not going to hurt me,” she said. “We both know it. Ultimately, I’m in control. Me. Not you. Me.”

  “Okay.”

  “I’m safe, and I’m in control. But guess what?”

  I was lost. Completely. “What?”

  “I want you to fuck me. And I don’t mean I want you to stick your cock in me and gently work your hips back and forth. If we’re going to do this, I want to be fucked.”

  “I just…I don’t want to--”

  “Hurt me? Roll over,” she said. “I fucking swear. If a woman want’s something done right, she’s got to do it herself.”

  THIRTY-TWO

  Peyton

  On his back with his raging cock pointing at the sky, Navarro looked at me with guilt in his eyes. I wrapped my hands around his thick shaft and looked him in the eye. “Watch me. Okay?”

  His Adam’s apple rose and then fell. “Okay.”

  I worked his cock in and out of my mouth until it was deep in my throat. After the tip caused me to gag a few times, I raised my head and met his gaze.

  With wide eyes, he looked back at me.

  I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. “See, I’m fine.”

  “Uh huh,” he murmured.

  I considered sucking his cock for a few more minutes, but I didn’t ponder it for long. The aching in my pussy was more than I could stand. As a result of him sucking my tits into a frenzy and me gratefully gagging on his thick cock, I was more than ready to feel him deep inside of me.

  I straddled him and studied his muscled torso. Covered in tattoos and not wearing a shirt, he looked ten times better than he did with one on, that was for sure. I licked my lips at the sight of his chiseled abs.

  “Grab my waist,” I said.

  He placed his hands against my hips.

  “No,” I said with a laugh. I raised his hands to my waist. “Here. My waist.”

  I gripped his cock in my hand, hovered over him, and then guided him into me. Although the first attempt didn’t go very deep, feeling him inside of me sucked the air from my lungs. I gulped a breath, raised myself up and then forced him into my drenched pussy again.

  And again.

  Then, taking his full length, I began to ride his cock like it was the last cock on earth.

  I slapped my hands against his chest. “Fuck yes. See? You. Feel. Fucking. Amazing. God, I needed this.”

  I thrust my hips back and forth, taking every inch of him in with each downward motion.

  “Grab my tits,” I said. “Squeeze ‘em.”

  As I continued to fuck him like a woman on some kind of a once-in-a-lifetime sexual mission, he began to squeeze and suck my boobs.

  His mood soon changed from the overcautious protector to bad-ass biker, and it was exactly what I needed. While nibbling on my tits, he bit into one of my nipples. Hard. I wailed out from the extreme mixture of pleasure from the pain.

  “Ouch!”

  His eyes shot wide, and he pulled away.

  “Do it again,” I gasped. “Bite me.”

  He sank his teeth into my nipples gently and eventually began to bite them. I closed my eyes and continued to fuck him with all I had. As the bed creaked from my frantic thrusts, my breathing became irregular, and I felt somewhat embarrassed.

  I was reaching climax, and he wasn’t.

  I tried my best to hide my pleasure, hoping to slip an orgasm past him without his knowledge. As my emotions began to mount, I closed my eyes and allowed the orgasm to shoot through me like an electric shock.

  I shook from head to toe, and the pace of my strokes slowed considerably.

  Exhausted and feeling rather sensitive in the downtown region, I climbed from his cock and bought myself a moment’s time.

  I stroked his cock a few times, then began to suck it like I was in a timed event, trying to beat the clock. His hips began to lift from the bed slightly, and when I realized it, I raised my mouth from the tip and fought to catch my breath.

  “Fuck my mouth.”

  “What?”

  “Fuck. My. Mouth.”

  “Get on your knees.”

  I complied. He got off the bed and stood in front of me with his thick cock sticking straight out, he gripped my head in his hands, and began to shove his cock down my throat.

  “That’s right, suck that cock,” he growled.

  Oh, God yes.

  Talk dirty to me.

  He forced himself deep into my throat, causing my eyes to water from the force. “I’m going to make you gag on this motherfucker if it’s the last thing I do.”

  After a few seconds my eyes began to bulge, and I slapped my hand against his thigh, tapping out.

  He pulled himself from my mouth, and immediately after I gasped a breath, he forced himself right back into my throat.

  “You’re a good little bitch,” he growled. “Now suck that cock like you know you can.”

  He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, forcing the tip of his dick into to the soft flesh in my throat. I reached down and fingered my clit as the shaft of his cock stretched my mouth wide. Nick’s trust that I was not broken was bringing me dangerously close to another orgasm. I pulled myself away and fought to catch a breath. As I gasped for air, he lifted me from the floor by my arms.

  “Bend over,” he said.

  Fuck yes.

  I bent over the end of the bed and hiked my ass high in the air. I was soaked and more than ready for whatever he had to offer.

  He seized me from behind, slid in with ease, and began to fuck me deeply. In no time, he had my hair in his hand, his muscular chest pressed into my back, and his mouth on my right ear.

  “I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with cum,” he breathed.

  Oh God.

  “Full,” he said.

  Please…

  My body began to tingle.

  I spread my feet wider. His balls began tapping a tune on my clit with each stroke. I bit into my lower lip, prepared for the orgasm of the century, and waited.

  A few strokes later, and my eyes went wide. I felt like I was on the verge of coming apart. I wanted to scream for him t
o stop, fearing something was wrong, but before I had a chance to throw in the towel, I exploded.

  “Ohmyfuckinggod!” I stammered. “Ohmyfuckinggod!”

  I must have repeated myself half a dozen times as the jolts ran through me like mini-lightning bolts.

  His cock swelled, and he pulled my hair taught. “Fuck yes!” he wailed. “Here I come!”

  His breath went from grunts against my neck and face to irregular fits of breathing that burst out into the open room.

  And he came.

  Another orgasm shot through me as I felt him discharge into my cervix. I cried out in pleasure, gripped the comforter tight in my hands, and came close to crying from the pleasure I felt.

  Seconds later we had collapsed side-by-side on the bed, our legs dangling over the edge, and our arms draped to the sides.

  He turned to the side and gripped my neck in his hand. I sighed and met his gaze as he pulled against my neck, forcing my lips to his. A few kisses later, and he pulled away and looked me in the eye.

  “My little bitch,” he said.

  Hearing that wouldn’t have made very many women happy, but I wasn’t very many women.

  “I sure am.”

  ROUGH

  (Biker MC Romance Book II)

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  TWENTY-TWO

  Pee Bee

  I waved off her suggestion no differently than if she’d asked if I wanted mayonnaise on a cheeseburger.

  “No. Thanks though,” I said.

  She spun around. “Huh? What? You’re not coming in?”

  “I should probably just get.”

  She stood on the other side of the doorway, her face incapable of hiding the disappointment she was feeling. “You’re kidding, right?”

  I could feel the head of my dick slowly rising against the fabric my jeans, and that was the exact opposite of what I needed. I discretely pressed the heel of my palm against it and gave a half-assed shrug. “I just. I was thinking maybe it would be best if--”

  She flung her purse on the couch and then locked eyes with me. “We’re adults. Adults don’t go home right now. Not now. Adults have sex. That’s what they do. You started this. Let’s finish it.”