by Evelyn Glass
There was a long pause. “Send that Peyton bitch to me and I’ll think about it.”
“She has nothing to do with this.”
“She has everything to do with it!” Andrew snarled. “She beat the shit out of my VP’s old lady. She busted a pool cue over my head. I know she was sniffing around for information to feed to you. I know it was because of her you took my girls. Send her to me, and we can talk about the war.”
“Not going to happen.”
“Good,” Andrew said, his voice cold and hard. “I’m going to enjoy sticking my cock up your ass.”
Ironside’s phone bleeped as the call ended.
Whiteshirt snorted. “That could have gone better.”
“Fuck him. We need to find the mole and make an example out of him or her.”
“You really think it’s a brother?”
“No, but if we’re going on a mole hunt, we can’t rule anyone out.” He smiled. “Present company excluded.”
“What about Peyton?”
“I don’t think it’s her, if only because of today, but I’m not ruling her out.”
Whiteshirt nodded, somewhat mollified. “I wish Dolch were here,” Whiteshirt said. “He found the last chick who was fucking us. He was a sneaky bastard, and that’s what we need right now.”
Ironside nodded. “I wish we had all our brothers back.”
Whiteshirt nodded in silent agreement.
***
“This sucks,” Ironside snarled as the cab pulled away from the curb. He was the fucking President of the fucking Teutonic Knights, and he was reduced to taking a cab.
“You still have your car,” Peyton said softly. Ironside had been a foul mood all day, and she knew he was hurting over the loss of his brothers, though he tried to hide it.
“We’re a fucking motorcycle club, not a classic car club.”
“Would you rather take a cab?”
He snorted. “No.”
“When is your bike supposed to be out of the shop?”
“At least another week. They’re waiting on the new motor to ship.”
“Take me for a ride in your car? It’s going to be a beautiful night and you can put the top down. It won’t be like on your bike, but it beats a cab.”
He looked at her a moment, then softened. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I haven’t had it out in months. I need to drive it anyway.”
***
After a light dinner, she stood in front of the garage door as it rumbled up. She was kind of into bikers, one in particular, but not so much bikes. What she did like, however, were fast and sexy cars, and the one sitting in Ironside’s garage made her itch for a ride.
She slid into the passenger’s seat, being careful to not ding the door, as Ironside quickly wiped the dust off the car with a mop on a stick. Car gleaming again, he settled into the driver’s seat and stuck the key in the ignition. “Let’s see if it starts,” mumbled as he twisted the key.
The car cranked over slowly, then barked to life. He grinned at her. “Another couple of months sitting and it wouldn’t have started,” he said.
“See! You need to do this.”
He grinned and put the car into gear before creeping out of the garage. As the door lowered he revved the car, the supercharger whine clearly audible over the deep base rumble of the exhaust.
“God, I love that sound!” she said as the top retracted and the windows lowered into the doors.
“You like fast cars?” he asked as the top tucked away.
“God, yes! Don’t you?”
“They’re okay,” he said as he crept into the street, being careful so the car wouldn’t drag, but as soon as he was clear of the drive, he matted the throttle. The car screamed, the rear tires howling in protest as the car began to crab sideways down the road.
Even though she was sort of expecting it, Peyton screamed in excitement as car began to slew sideways, the tires unable to cope with the horsepower. Ironside banged the car into second, the tires still wailing at their rough treatment as the car accelerated so hard she was afraid her seat back would snap and she would tumble into the rear seat.
“Holy…shit!” she laughed as he let off the gas. She turned and looked over her shoulder at the cloud of tire smoke left in their wake. “How much power?” she asked, her heart still thudding in her chest.
“It dyno’d at 640 at the rear wheels.”
“Jesus!” she laughed. “This thing is a real panty dropper! Do it again!”
***
They motored out of town, wandering along the edge of Lake Erie on Highway 6. Each time Ironside dipped deep into the throttle, whether it was to pass a slower car or just showing off at a stop light, and the car squeezed her back in the seat, she could feel her excitement rise. It was dark, the heat of the afternoon cooling, and the stars and moon were bright overhead. They were alone on the dark stretch of highway, the only light the car’s powerful headlamps spearing into the darkness and the occasional flash of light as they passed a house set off the road. With a smile, she reached over and began to caress his thigh, her fingers dragging down the inside of his leg.
As her hand gripped his cock, he pushed up into her hand. He couldn’t do much, not behind the wheel, but the road was straight and the traffic light. Her nimble fingers worked the buttons on his fly until she could reach inside. He snarled softly as she dragged him out, his cock hard from her slow caresses. She took him into her hand and stroked him slowly until she unhooked her seatbelt and bent over to take him into her mouth.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Peyton bobbed her head slowly, her tongue flicking and darting as Ironside held her head with one hand, his other on the wheel. He’d tipped the steering wheel up to give her a bit more room and she was taking full advantage of it. What they were doing was incredibly dangerous, but that only increased the thrill of it, and she hoped he was man enough to take it and not crash his car.
Ironside grunted softly as Peyton took him deep into her mouth, not looking down and focusing on the road. He damn sure wasn’t going to say no to a blowjob, and having one in a moving car was a new experience in the extreme. He grunted again, his climax rising within him as he pressed her down a little harder on his cock, not fighting the rising pleasure and allowing his orgasm to come.
She could sense his rising excitement, his hips thrusting gently as she sucked and licked, purring as she battered the head of his cock with her tongue while stroking his shaft hard and fast. She felt the car accelerate hard, the supercharger wailing its song, the car pressing her back into the seat as they passed another car, and she wondered if the driver could see what they were doing.
“I’m going to come,” he growled as he dipped the car back into the proper lane.
She smiled, biting him gently on the tip of the cock before plunging down him again. She took him as deep as possible, almost to the point of gagging, and held him there as she scratched his balls softly. She pulled back and took a breath, disappointed that hadn’t pushed him over the edge, but plunged down him again, her tongue whipping his shaft.
“Fuck!” he grunted a moment before he spilled into her mouth.
She slid up his cock, sucking him dry before rising up, and after a quick check to make sure there was no oncoming traffic, kissed him thoroughly. “You liked that?” she purred as she pulled back and settled into her seat.
“Yeah, but now it’s your turn,” he rumbled as his hand snaked into her shorts.
She unbuttoned her pants and spread her legs to give him better access, so turned on she knew this wouldn’t take long. He stroked her softly a moment, smearing her wetness around, before plunging his finger into her.
“Oh God,” she murmured, her head going to the seatback as her eyes closed, her legs splayed wide as he stroked and caressed. She sighed in pleasure, opening her eyes to glance at him. He was tilted slightly toward the center of the car, his eyes occasionally flicking to her before returning to the road. She reached over and took his still har
d cock in her hand and began to stroke it slowly.
He checked the rearview to see the car they passed was well back, so he allowed the Chevelle to gradually slow as he tickled her button, building her up as she moaned softly, rocking her hips with her eyes closed. Slowly, imperceptibly, he allowed the car to slow, the headlights gaining on them. He glanced at the speedometer, 45…40…35…30, he watched the approaching lights as his finger touched and stroked. He pulled his hand back and quickly downshift to third, her eyes opening, her face twisting into a question.
He stabbed the throttle. The rear tires chirped as the car flung them hard back into the seat as he plunged his fingers into her.
“Oh my God!” she wailed, the sudden burst of acceleration as his fingers drove deep into her making her orgasm arrive in a flash. Just as she was peaking, his fingers disappeared, then the engine note changed and there was another swell of acceleration as his fingers plunged into her again.
His face hard in contain lust, his eyes flicked between Peyton and the road as she cried out with an animal like wail of pleasure, her hips rising from the seat as her hand grasped his and held it tight as the speedometer swept past 100, then 110, the car still pulling hard as the wind roared over the open top. As the speedometer kissed 120 he lifted, bleeding off speed with the brakes, dragging the car down to a more reasonable speed before stabbing the throttle again.
She didn’t come again during the second wave of brutal acceleration, but his fingers were whipping her into a frenzy of lust, caressing and teasing as she was pressed back into the seat.
He lifted again, disappointed she didn’t come a second time, and pulled his hand back, returning to the business of driving.
“Get us home,” she panted, her fingers still softly stroking her pussy.
They drove for a moment, but he could think of nothing other than plunging his cock into her and fucking her until she screamed. They flashed past a sign announcing the Old Woman Creek National Estuarine Research Reserve. As they crossed the bridge over Old Woman Creek he saw a road that peeled off toward the lake. There were no lights on the road and he braked hard, slowing the car before darting off the highway and down the narrow road.
“Where are we going?”
“Fuck home.”
She smiled, pushing herself up in the seat. “Oh, thank God! I didn’t know how I was going to make it.”
The car rumbled down the narrow, bumpy road, the path making a hard turn to the left before ending. The powerful headlamps speared into the darkness, lighting a natural sand bar and the darkness of Lake Erie beyond. He turned the car off and killed the headlamps, the near full moon providing the only illumination.
He leaned over and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately as he massaged her breast. He broke from the kiss with a sigh, opening his door and stepping out of the car, Peyton doing the same.
“No,” she said as he tipped the seat forward so they get into the back where they would have more room. “Out there,” she continued, pointing toward the sandbar.
He tucked himself away. Fucking in public had never been his thing, but he wanted her so bad he didn’t give a shit if they were seen or not, but the bar was so secluded and dark, it was unlikely they would be spotted.
They hurried down the path, not wanting to waste a moment, stepping quickly but carefully down the rough foot path leading from the end of the road to the water’s edge. The bar was huge, much larger than they could see from the car, and he allowed her to lead him, letting her choose her place to receive him.
She wanted to fuck him at the edge of the water as the waves rolled over them, but as she suspected, the water was too cold. She stepped back from the wet sand and led him farther down the beach to a large dead tree that had fallen. She pulled to a stop beside the log and began to disrobe, hanging her clothes on one of the broken limbs to keep them out of the sand.
Just like the pit, the sand was warm and soft as he pulled her naked body strongly to his. After last night he had an idea of what turned her on, and he was going to use that against her. “You ready to get fucked?” he growled, holding her firmly, his hard cock pressed into her stomach.
“God yes!”
He pushed her roughly to the sand, standing over her with his muscles tensed, watching her as she sat, breathing hard and watching him. He retrieved the condom from the pile of clothes on the log and rolled it over his cock, then dropped to his knees and shoved her back. “I kicked Whiteshirt’s ass, and now I’m going to take what’s mine.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Take me.”
He eased into her, her intake of breath at his passage making his blood run hot and fast. “I’ll fuck any man who tries to hurt you,” he growled as he pulled back and lunged into her with a single hard plunge. “I’ll fight fucking Satan himself,” he snarled, plunging into her again. “I’m going to stick my cock in Andrew’s ass as I beat the shit out of him. Would you like that?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
“You want to see me fuck up Andrew?”
“Yes! I want you to fuck him up! I want you to fuck him up bad!”
He grunted as he plunged into her, pushing in hard. “You want to hear him beg?”
“Fuck!” she snarled, imaging Ironside on Andrew, pinning him to the ground as he beat him senseless to avenge Melissa. She grabbed his head and pressed his forehead into hers. “Fuck the shit out of me!”
He exploded into motion, driving into her hard and fast. “I’ll kick the shit out of any man who tries to hurt you,” he snarled, feeding her fantasies, telling her what she wanted to hear.
“Yes! Yes!” she gasped. Nobody had given a shit about her before and having Ironside swear his protection made her orgasm swell. She knew it was probably just words, but she loved hearing them just the same.
He pulled out of her and rocked back to his heels as she scrambled from the sand and turned her ass to him. He plunged into her again, holding her hips as he pounded into her hard and fast. The night was cooling, but the humidity was high and he began to sweat.
As he plunged into her she returned to the pit, his words firing her imagination. She watched in her mind’s eye as the two naked gods rolled and tumbled, their bodies glistening as they strained, their giant hard cocks bouncing as their muscles rippled like pythons under the skin while they snarled at each other over their women. Ironside twisted, throwing Whiteshirt to the ground, locking him up in a hold as the men grunted and roared in combat until Whiteshirt went limp in defeat. They broke from their grapple and tumbled away from each other before they pulled Honey and Peyton into the pit with them. They threw the women to the sand before driving into them hard and fast. The men roared in pleasure as they fucked, their contest now sexual. Whiteshirt bellowed and she looked to the side as he sprayed Honey with his come while Ironside continued pounding into her, besting his foe in every imaginable way as Honey’s face twisted in disappointment.
Alone on the sandbar she gave full voice to her orgasm, her hands digging into the sand as her orgasm, as deep and vast as the lake behind them, crashed over her.
“That’s it, keep coming,” he growled, pounding into her as hard and fast as possible, intent on destroying her with pleasure.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped, falling to her elbows, her arms and legs weak. “Stop! Please stop a minute!” she begged, unable to take the searing pleasure of his cock. He lunged in deep, then held himself there until her climax released her with a shudder. “Shit…” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. The orgasm hadn’t been as hard as the first one last night, but it was hard enough.
“Oh, you’re not done,” he threatened playfully as he began to drive into her again.
She struggled out of his grip and staggered to her feet, propping against the log and spreading her legs. The log was at almost the perfect height, held aloft by a thick limb buried in the sand. “No,” she smiled over her shoulder as she wiggled her ass. As he rose to his feet, his skin shinning as the moonlight caressed his magnifi
cent body, her desire began to swell again. “I’m just getting started.”
He stepped behind her, crouched, then shoved in deep. “Fuck…” he muttered at his passage.
“You like that, baby? You like my pussy?”
“Yeah,” he sneered, so deep in his lust he could think of nothing else. “You like my cock?”
“God!” she gasped as he began to fuck her. “I love your fucking cock in my pussy!”
He took her slowly, trying to regain some control, wanting to make the moment last.
