by Jade Kuzma
Blake chuckled softly at me and nodded.
“That’s a possibility,” he said. “Working out is always better when you’ve got a little help.”
“That must be it. Or…”
“Or?”
I giggled softly to myself and shook my head.
Oh, what am I thinking?
I thought about it. I knew I shouldn’t have said it. But something about the way he looked at me brought out the wrong kind of thoughts.
“I know what it is,” I said.
“And what is it, Katrina?”
“Needle is short for needle dick. You’ve probably got a dick like a pencil. Am I right?”
I wasn’t even trying to hide my blushing face now. The pretense was gone. Now it was just a matter of waiting to see whether or not I was reading his signals correctly.
He smiled as he chuckled softly. He leaned in close to me again and whispered.
“Do you wanna see?”
His warm breath against my cheek sent an involuntary shudder through my spine. I felt hot and cold at the same time. A feeling began to stir in my stomach and it wasn’t because I was getting sick.
Blake pulled away from me and nonchalantly leaned up against the bar. I stared off into the distance and considered what he just said.
Do I really wanna do this?
I just got back to Ivory. My first night in town and I was talking to a stranger.
Only in Ivory could they make them rugged like him. But I was still having doubts about whether or not he was the man I wanted to welcome me back to Ivory.
“How about another drink?” he asked.
I nodded, hopeful that the alcohol would help clear my thoughts. It wasn’t like I was driving tonight. Another shot of whiskey down, it only made me more inclined to play the game that he wanted me to obviously play.
“So… What do you think?” he asked. “Your car is gonna be out of commission until I can repair it. Do you need a ride?”
“My apartment is just a few blocks from here. I can walk. But…”
He narrowed his eyes. I was as red as a tomato at this point.
“…I could use a lift,” I said.
“I’m just trying to help you out.”
“Good ol’ Ivory hospitality. I get it.”
I got up from my seat and stood next to him. The bar was quiet, so I whispered to make sure that he was the only one listening.
“Got an oil leak,” I said. “Feel like fixing it?”
“I can fix it. But I will have to take a look underneath the hood.”
Looking into his eyes, I still wasn’t sure he was the right choice. This was my last chance to back out. I could walk away and never have to see him again.
But I knew I wasn’t going to do that. It had been too long.
Ah, screw it.
“Give me a ride?”
He downed another shot of whiskey and winked at me before he gave me the confirmation I was suddenly craving so badly.
“Let’s go for a ride.”
Chapter 4
BLAKE
We called ‘em Ivory sluts for a reason. Every broad who walked into The Grindhouse was just looking to get plugged by a biker. When you were in a club as prestigious as the Black Reapers, there was no shortage of women who wanted to spend the night with you.
Some of them were looking to be old ladies. Some of them were just looking to get knocked up and have some poor bastard on the hook for 18 years. Some of them were just real sluts and trying to add another kutte to their trophy case.
I was almost 30. In my 27 years, I was starting to get ashamed about all of the holes I’d stuck my dick in. I got as excited as the next guy when some wet pussy was right there for the taking. But now… Now, these Ivory sluts just weren’t doing it for me.
That’s what made Katrina so strange to me.
She said she was from Ivory, born and raised. But she was different. She didn’t look the same. She didn’t act the same. She didn’t even smell the same.
More than anything, she had me excited. Excited enough to play the stupid little game I’d gotten tired of playing with other women.
As soon as we got to her apartment, my hands were all over her. I pressed my lips hard to hers. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and licked up some of the taste of whiskey. But she wasn’t so easy.
She tugged my lips with hers, pulling away from me so I couldn’t get my kiss as deep as I wanted to. In the darkness of her apartment, I could see her staring back at me. Brown eyes, narrowed and focused on me. She was an enchantress, just beckoning my body to be closer to hers.
“This way…”
She whispered the words and I followed. We tore at each other’s clothes as we kissed, a sloppy dance toward her bedroom. Her soft lips tugging and teasing mine while I tried to taste her only made me crave her even more.
I got her top off. A perfect pair of tits sitting in a black bra was enough to get me rock hard. My cock was just screaming to get out of my jeans.
But she wasn’t so quick to oblige.
If she wants to play games, let’s play.
I slammed her up against the wall. She gasped as I raised her arm up and pinned it up above her head. The sound of her whimpering grew louder as I moved my mouth down her neck and toward her perfect little breasts. I kissed the soft flesh, ravaging every inch of her skin with my tongue and mouth.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this way around a girl. Most of these broads were just there to please me. But Katrina… I wanted to fucking consume her.
Still pinning her hand above her head, I reached down with my other hand into her jeans. They were tight but not tight enough to keep me out. Into her panties, I found her swollen clit with my fingertips. Her knees buckled and a sharp gasp escaped her lips.
I gave her nub a few swipes and watched her go crazy against the wall. I pushed my lips to hers as my fingers slowly worked down to her slit. She was sopping enough for me to push a finger up and into her.
Just a single finger pumping in and out of her was enough to drive her wild. She writhed in my grip, trembling while I fingered her up against the wall.
She might have wanted me to do everything I was doing but I was in control now.
“Looks like you’ve got a bit of a leak,” I whispered into her mouth.
“Looks like it… Think you can do something about it?”
I pulled away from her just long enough to stare into her eyes. Her gaze had never looked so seductive. The moonlight shining in through the window cast shadows on her pale face, making her look even more gorgeous than she’d been all night. She wanted it but wasn’t so overt about being a slut about it.
Shit, where has this girl been all my life?
I smirked at her as I finally let her go. I needed two hands for this.
I grabbed her by the top of her jeans and turned her toward her bed. One button and a zipper down, I saw the black thong hiding my prize from me.
Katrina helped me pull her jeans off of her before sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Her pale skin was accentuated by the black underwear she wore. Her body was tone. Her skin was soft. Brunette hair going in every direction.
And that fucking stare of hers. Her eyes. So familiar… Like I’d seen them before…
She was an angel right there in front of me. And I wanted nothing more than to please her.
I dropped down to my knees and forced her legs open. She gasped and fell back. I pulled her thong to the side to reveal the soaking slit just waiting for my watering mouth.
I put my head between her legs and pushed my tongue into her.
“Oh, fuck…”
She whispered it just loud enough for me to hear. She didn’t have to say anything though. The way her body writhed on the bed was enough to tell me she was enjoying it. And I was loving her taste just the same.
My tongue pushed into her slit before moving up toward her swollen clit. I worked my tongue up and down in slow b
ut forceful strokes. Every slide of my tongue was enough to make her body tremble.
I put my hands on her knees and kept her legs open. I could feel her trying to squeeze her thighs together but she wasn’t strong enough to stop me from tasting every inch of her.
“Oh… I can’t take it… I can’t take it…”
She sounded like she was in agony. Not fighting the pleasure but pleading with me at the same time. Katrina ran a hand down over the back of my head and guided me toward the inevitable orgasm we both knew was coming.
I started licking up all of the fluids spilling out of her. The sound of my lips against her grew louder. I sucked and swallowed every inch of her. From her clit to her pussy and all the way back up, there wasn’t an inch of her that I hadn’t tasted.
“I’m gonna come… Fuck, I’m gonna come…”
She gave me one last warning. I pushed my tongue into her and tasted the fluids gushing out of her as she started to convulse.
Violent spasms and incoherent groans echoed through her bedroom. I kept my hands wrapped around her legs as I pushed her thong aside with my tongue and ate her out.
Her body started to calm as her orgasm subsided. I gently put her back down on the bed. Her body bare, Katrina glowed underneath the moonlight as she collected herself.
I reached down and peeled her thong off, leaving her in just her bra. When I did, she opened her eyes and sat up.
“I still owe you,” she said.
“Yes, you do.”
I gave her a smirk and she grinned right back.
Sitting before me, Katrina started working my belt. She kept her eyes locked on my crotch. She unzipped me like she was unwrapping a present. When my jeans fell to the floor, she saw that my cock was straining against my underwear. Another tug of my briefs and my cock was free.
“Oh… Wow…”
She blinked her eyes as she stared at my length. I wasn’t one to brag. Shit, when I had a woman in front of me, my cock spoke for itself. But it was still satisfying to see a woman like Katrina impressed with my size.
I didn’t have to do much else to get her to show more appreciation.
She took my length into her palm and pumped me a few times before wrapping her mouth around me.
“Fuck…”
I couldn’t remember the last girl I fucked. But seeing as how Katrina could get me to shake so violently, it had to have been a long time.
That didn’t matter now. All that mattered was the angel before me now, sucking my cock and taking every inch of it.
Katrina gagged but didn’t protest. She kept pushing her face forward until her lips were pressing against my hilt. My balls tightened up. My cock throbbed. Katrina held me in her throat for a few seconds before pulling off of me with a deep gasp.
She coughed. The sloppy smack of spit against my length was loud. Katrina was messy but efficient as she tried to please every inch of me.
I reached down and put my hands on her shoulders to brace myself. There was nothing as satisfying as the wet smack of a mouth on my cock.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “Just like that.”
My hips started to move on their own. My grip tightened on her shoulders. I bucked back and forth, fucking her mouth.
Katrina didn’t protest. She just reached forward and gripped my ass to brace herself. In the silence of her bedroom, there was no sound except for the angel I’d found on the road going down on me.
My cock was throbbing. I wanted to explode inside of her mouth and spill everything down her throat right then and there. But I wanted more, too. I wouldn’t have her so easily.
I pulled my cock free from her. Her head dropped. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. I put a hand on her chin and turned her head up to me. She stared back at me, spit on her chin and tears leaking from her eyes. She wasn’t a slut even though she looked like one at the moment.
Not that it mattered to her. All she did was look at me with a knowing grin. I couldn’t fight my own smile.
I peeled the rest of my clothes off. She examined my body like I was a piece of meat.
As she crawled back onto the bed, I followed. She unhooked her bra and let her arms fall, revealing all of her to me. A perfect pair of tits with swollen pink nipples. Seeing a woman like Katrina naked was a sight I couldn’t remember seeing in a long time. She was an angel. And crawling between her legs right now, I felt like I was just a few inches away from walking right into Heaven.
“Shit,” she muttered. “I don’t have a—”
“Hold on.”
Most guys would have been pissed about interrupting a moment of passion like this. Shit, I was mad. But it was better than a lifetime of regret.
I rushed over to my jeans and pulled out one of the condoms I carried with me. You just never knew when moments like this would come up.
I peeled the foil open with my teeth and Katrina watched me cover my cock. It was only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity before my cock was back near her pussy.
I looked into her eyes. A narrowed gaze, seductive and innocent all at the same time. She gave me a subtle nod just before I shoved my cock inside of her.
Her eyes shut. Her body tightened up. Her mouth opened and a gasp escaped.
I laid on top of her, pushing my fists into the mattress as I rammed my cock into her.
She was so wet, so tight, so fucking inviting. Even with a rubber on, my cock was throbbing.
I pumped my dick into her with forceful strokes. I wanted her to feel every fucking inch of me. I pushed myself as deep as I could. Katrina took it all.
I pounded her like I was trying to break the mattress. Her body shifted with every thrust. She whimpered helplessly, writhing on her bed like she was trying to escape.
But she had nowhere to go. I had nowhere to go. Neither one of us would be free until I felt my release.
I lost my damn control. I started pumping into her even harder, fucking her with faster strokes.
“You like that?” I grunted.
“Yes… Yes, I like it. Fuck me. Dammit, fuck me!”
She was whimpering so loudly but demanding. She reached her hands up and wrapped them around my neck to pull me closer to her. Our lips tangled with each other.
Sloppy kisses joined the chorus of my hilt slapping against her folds. The clapping sound of our bodies colliding grew louder.
I was dripping with sweat. My muscles were getting sore. My breaths were getting heavier. I moved up to my knees and gripped her waist so I could finally find the finish we were both desperate for.
I held her tight as I rammed my cock into her. I looked down and watched as her body moved to my rhythm.
Tits bouncing. Eyes closed. Mouth open. Brown hair flying in every direction. She was an angel of pure ecstasy, trying to draw every drop out of me.
I couldn’t fight it. My body started to seize up.
“Fuck…”
“Come inside of me. Fucking give it to me…”
She moaned the words like the enchantress she was. A woman who cast a spell on me. A curse I couldn’t be free from until I came inside of her.
I grunted hard and with one last thrust, broke free from the spell she had me under.
My cock exploded. I gripped her waist tight and held her in place, emptying every drop of cum into the latex. She tightened around me, milking my swollen length and making me tremble. My mind had gone blank. The only thing I could think of was the pleasure that had engulfed me completely.
I spilled one last throb into her before finally releasing her from my grip. I pulled out of her. She sank into the mattress and closed her legs.
I looked down and saw the contentment on her face. Body glowing with sweat. Chest rising with soft breaths. Her feminine scent filled my nostrils and intoxicated me. I reached out and brushed some of the hair away from her forehead and she grinned in response.
She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. All I wanted to do was look at her. An angel who had pulle
d something out of me I didn’t realize I had.
No, Katrina wasn’t like all of these Ivory sluts. She might have been born and raised here but she was different.
I collapsed on the bed next to her, staring up at the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath.
“Is it really an oil leak?” she asked.
“What?”
“My car. Do I really have an oil leak you can fix or did you just need an excuse to fuck me?”
“…Does it matter?”
I turned my head to the side and stared at her. Her eyes still closed and her face pointed at the ceiling, she grinned.
“No, it doesn’t.”
Chapter 5
KATRINA
There was a certain type of woman in Ivory who loved the appeal of a biker. And with how prestigious it was to be in a club in this town, I suppose I couldn’t blame them. The leather vest. The tattoos. The loud exhaust of a chopper. Yeah, I could definitely see the appeal.
But my brother was a biker. Jordan was the first biker I ever met. To me, I didn’t think a man who rode a bike was any more glamorous than the next man. If a guy were good-looking, hell, he was good-looking. I couldn’t ever remember being attracted to a man just because he rode a bike.
Blake was doing a hell of a job trying to change my mind though.
He was good-looking. A sort of rugged handsomeness. The muscles and the ink were definitely a plus. And the way he looked when he rode his chopper… That made me involuntarily bite my lip like a teenager. Thank goodness he wasn’t looking at me when he rode by my apartment to pick me up in the morning.
After we spent the evening together, we towed my car to a garage so that Blake could get started on the repairs. I sat in a chair off to the side, looking out into town as everybody got their day started.
A slight hangover made me grimace but not enough to distract me from the task at hand.
“Any problems?” I asked.
“No problems,” he said. “It’s an oil leak, just like I said. There’s some damage but nothing too serious. It’s a good thing you caught it in time.”
“Yes, it was a good thing smoke starting coming from the engine.”
