The Dirty Dozen: MC Edition

by Kay Maree

  “Hey,” I say as I near her at the opposite end of the bar. I observe her doing her job, which made me smile. For once, Bones had employed a woman with brains, brawn, and set of perfect fucking breasts. I need to stop looking at them bouncing up and down with every breath she takes because that’s only making me harder. Fucking hell.

  I quickly divert my eyes and look up at her very inviting face. I don’t know if she knows, but she was strikingly beautiful with those big green eyes and light brunette hair. It’s just my luck that she’s looking straight at me with a sternness that tells me she means business. This is going to be fun! I feel like she hates that I’m gawking at her, although she appears to be a woman who wants something, attention or maybe answers to some questions she wants to ask. But I’ll overlook the fact that she might want something for now, because all women want something from someone. I, of course, aren’t the type to give into the demands of girls… or men, for that matter.

  I’ll give this woman some brownie points for bravery though. This wasn’t the safest of bars to work in since the crowd who usually occupied this establishment were the kind most normal people would steer clear of and that was because this bar was the epicentre for MC club members. What a cute Australian girl was doing in this bar was beyond me, but I had to hand it to Bones, at least he’d hired a girl with some fight in her because she would need it in a dive like this.

  “Can I help you?” she asked, her thick Australian accent brushing over my skin and setting it alight. Fucking hell! The Australian accent was fucking delicious. Why hadn’t I thought about visiting the land down under before now? How did something as simple as an accent have my body surrendering, crying out to be touched by this woman? Fucking traitorous bastard! I lick my dry lips as I focus on her face. She’s not happy. In fact, she was unenthused, bored even. I guess she didn’t take kindly to people staring at her.

  “You sure can, Freckles?” I remark, although I’m sure she can hear every sick little thought running through my head as I speak the words of that sentence. Freckles. What a nickname to call her, but the small freckle perfectly positioned on her left cheek was more like a beauty spot and was simply attractive.

  “You shouldn’t play games, Mr Stone,” she pronounces, shocking me. Holy fuck! Did she just call me Mr Stone? If so, this woman already knew who I was, and that thought had my caged viper bulging painfully in my jeans.

  “You know who I am?” I stupidly let the words slip from my mouth. Classy Viper, so very classy.

  “Your reputation precedes you.” She smiles.

  “My reputation?” I question, raising an eyebrow.

  She leans into the bar and crooks her finger, ushering me to come closer. “Your reputation as a womaniser, thug, and arrogant bastard who knows how to mess with people’s lives. You’re a perfectly fucked up gentleman who can screw a woman good and hard. A man who knows how to make a woman come undone over, and over, and over…” she purrs, with a seductive smirk. She’s thinking dirty, impure thoughts, it’s written all over her face. If she didn’t stop flirting danger, I swear to god I’d cum all over her freckled face and I wouldn’t be sorry one bit.

  “Stop it,” I say, knowing that it will probably only drive her on because, let’s face it, no one ever stops doing something when they’re told to. I was certainly thinking dirty and impure thoughts. In fact, I probably should have been more professional and played this differently, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking naughty and downright fucked up thoughts the instant I saw her. They made my cock stand to full attention, to the point that it was now it was painfully crying out for release. I was a stupid idiotic man who had decided to go commando tonight and that crazy motherfucker was pressing against the zip of my pants.. I silently groan as I slip my hand over the bulge and reposition myself into a more comfortable position. No way was I getting chaffed for this bitch.

  I like my girls dirty, unruly, and totally in the moment, and this woman was starting to blow my mind, she was refreshingly different to any of the others I’d meet. After spending the better part of three weeks on the road with my club - no girls, no booze, just the open air and sleeping under the stars - I needed this kind of interaction.

  As I said, I swear I feel like we’re kindred spirits, like she’s familiar or something. I can’t quiet put my finger on it, can’t decide who the fuck she is, but she’s piquing my interest so keenly? This wasn’t me. I am Viper Stone, not some teenage fucktard who lets a woman lead him. I need to focus on a plan, a plan to get this girl alone with my cock buried inside her. Clearly sex is on my brain and it’ll be the only way to get myself sorted, because I was no good to anyone this wound up.

  “Do you want to find out if the stories are true? If my reputation really does proceed me?” I ask, seeming all confident and cocky as I let a cheeky grin slip cross my own lips. Worst pick up line ever, but if it fucking worked I’d go with it.

  “Bones,” she yells out. “I’m taking my twenty,” she adds as she unties her apron, throwing it into the wash bin without looking. Surprisingly, it landed in the bin effortlessly.

  “Come on, tiger… show me what you got,” she coos as she rounds the bar, grabbing the scruff of my shirt and dragging me towards the back doors. We’d barely make it outside of the club, into the cold and breezy alleyway, before our bodies become entwined, engrossed, and completely lost in one another.

  As my tongue explores her mouth, I hear her sweet moan slip free. Damn! She was gorgeous in every way and this little fuckfest in a back alley was gonna end quickly because my balls were busting to burst. I tore at her clothing like I couldn’t stand the claustrophobic feeling of them on her beautiful creamy skin. I ripped at her top, the material tearing and revealing a racy red bra. Now I knew why I liked this woman. There had to be matching panties under her denim skirt, there just had to be.

  Fuck me, I need air. I need to breathe in some much-needed oxygen or I was gonna faint, and how fucking embarrassing would that be. I reach out, grasp the back of her hair and pull our faces apart. We’re so close our noses are lightly brushing in a weird caress. Damn, this woman was amazing, and I hadn’t even delved into the deep dark depths of her yet. One-night Viper, it could only ever be one night. While a part of me was screaming about how could one night ever be enough to curb the monster I felt beating at my chest, I knew I couldn’t let this go any further than two bodies in an alleyway. Motherfucker…. My head and heart are telling me two different things. I feel like this is some sort of bewitching, that she’s some sort of devil, because I want more, yet I’d barely had a taste.

  My inner demon is taking over and it wants this woman something fierce. I pull her in closer and launch at her with force. Our lips clashing once again, our hands wandering as I hear her moan once again. I groan into her mouth in pleasure as I soak in her essence.

  Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck! I love hearing this girl’s sweet cry of bliss and I intend to drag more from her lips. I want to continue to suck on her bottom lip, to nip at its plumpness, as I bask in her beauty.

  Fuck! Air, I need more air. This woman has my head spinning. I’ve never believed in love at first sight, but I could easily… Who the fuck was I kidding? I wasn’t gonna settle down, but as I pull away and look into this woman’s eyes, I can’t help but be captivated by the striking green hue they possess. I throw her a cheeky smirk before I crouch down, admiring the view of this girl from my new position. Racy red continues to flash in my mind as I run my hands up her outer thighs until I feel the fabric of her lace underwear. I trace my fingers along the edge of the material before slipping my fingers under the hem and peeling them down her legs, leaving them to pool around her ankles. Is it sleezy of me to suddenly hear the worst porn music in my mind, you know the bom chicka wow wow!

  Racy red! Holy shit, trust this woman to be packing lacy lingerie under her denim skirt. Fucking Bones and his obsession with brunette beauties… Well, I need to thank him, but I also need to yell at him for his
taste in women. He’s absolutely thinking with his cock, not his head, and I’d clip him around the back of that head for employing girls only their looks and not their ability to poor a fucking beer.

  I groan inaudibly… fuck you, Bones! I don’t know if he’s aware of it, but I’m now gonna have to fire Freckles, because I’d specifically told Bones to make sure that the next hired help wasn’t someone who’d jump into bed with one of our club members only to leave the club the instant she realised what she was getting into. I didn’t want, or need, another woman becoming the next poor victim of the MC club, and I had the feeling that Freckles would become an unsuspecting victim of mine.

  My father, Duke Stone, was a complete asshole. He didn’t really care too much about the feelings of the women he took to bed, he didn’t give a shit about my mother either, because if he had he wouldn’t have slept with women while on the road with the club, but that’s beside the point. What I’m trying to say is I’m more of lover than a fighter, and while I may seem like a compete prick, I do take the feelings of the women I fuck into consideration.

  Bones! I’d have to hire a fucking male to work the bar after this, maybe make one of the prospects of the MC work the bar and pray they’d be able to fill the bill without any worries, because women were known to be trouble. They made for good eye candy in a club full of cocks, nevertheless, but this wasn’t a topic I needed to think about right at this very second since I was about to dive into this woman. I want to release my caged meat from its confines and let it run wild with this dirty bitch.

  I lean in, running my nose along her inner thigh, inhaling her scent. “Fuck!” I whisper. She smells incredible, like cotton candy mixed with the intoxicating allure of something that made me want this woman with a violent passion. This wasn’t a situation for rainbows, butterflies, and vanilla sex, this was filthy and impure, unclean and up against a wall alley sex.

  I stand up from my crouched position and observe her. My entire frame towering over her as I unzip my pants, releasing my throbbing rigidness. It was such a relief to free myself, especially since I’d been a genius and decided to go commando in jeans.

  Hot damn. The way she’s smiling at me with a sexy, lopsided grin and her head slightly to the side has me salivating. “Shit, Freckles, you’re going to kill me,” I utter with a smile.

  “Mr Stone, I think you’re going to kill me,” she replies as she points to my hard as rock cock. The smile grows across her lips right before her full lips come crashing into mine.

  “Less talking and more action,” I mumble into the kiss. I want her on her knees, pleasing me. Who the fuck was I kidding? I just want her, period, and I don’t care how this night evolves as long as I get what I want. One fucking night, this would be one night and then I’d fire her in the morning, or maybe she’d just quit. I grin into our kiss and slip my hand between us to grip my cock. It needed a little TLC, so I pump my shaft a few times from root to tip. I want less talk and more action, and that’s what I intend to give her. Watch out, baby girl, my formally caged manhood was on the hunt and it had just found its jackpot. I grin, leaning in for a ravenous kiss as I thrust forward into the warm dark depths of Pandora’s box.

  Women, you couldn’t live with them and I certainly couldn’t live without them, but did this woman have to be everything I’d been searching for and more. I hadn’t even thought about settling down until I locked eyes on this brunette beauty. All I’d thought about was losing myself inside a woman, but not just any woman. I wasn’t fussy, but I certainly had a type, and Freckles here ticked all the boxes. I pull back enough to get a little momentum in my stride before surging forward again, her hips grinding and moving along with mine as I keep up a thrusting pace, pleasing not only this beautiful girl but myself too. Hearing her moan, I feel her nails dig in, dragging across my skin. Intoxicating is the only way I can describe what this woman is, because she’s totally bewitching me. She’s ensnared me and I’m letting the effect she has on me rule the way I go about things.

  I’d vowed never to let a woman’s pussy rule me, to never turn out like most of the guys here. Nate for instance, but sometimes a woman had a way of… you get the picture, capturing us and keeping us interested in everything about them.

  This girl was interesting, not just because she worked in my bar, or that she had an Australian accent which totally fucking helped my dick stand to attention, but she was interesting because I didn’t know her. Something about fucking a complete and utter stranger had me wanting to devour her, to lose myself and bring this girl crashing down with a fucking mind-blowing orgasm.

  “Harder,” she utters, making me smile as she braces herself.

  “What’s that, Freckles?” I query. Although I know what she’s asked, I want to hear it again.

  She giggles, gripping my shoulders and leaning into my body, her lips grazing my earlobe. “Fuck me harder.” She giggles again.

  I’m screwed, totally fucked. Her moans, her accent, and that childish giggle - I was a fool to think I could hold out against that combination. I pull out and grip my cock, pumping it several times while trying to get my head around the fact that I’m meant to be showing this girl a good time, showing her that the rumours about me being a fucking good lover were completely correct, even though I rarely romanced women in ways women loved. I was rough yet courteous, but I suspect the women I took to bed wanted more aftercare than I was willing to give.

  “Do you need help?” she coos.

  “I don’t need help, Freckles,” I reply.

  “Well, are you going to blow your load down my leg or inside me?” she enquires with a smile.

  One day I’ll give her my all, but today wasn’t that day. Besides I’m never going to see her again after tonight, or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. I can’t have a bastard child; it wasn’t something I needed in my life at the moment. Fucking women! I did say they were no good, but maybe I was no fucking good tonight because I could feel myself prematurely fucking this up before she even felt the pleasure I could give her. I suck in a deep breath as I pump my shaft before nudging the opening of her sweet box. I lean into her, thrusting forward and burying myself deep inside her once again. She cries out, gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, setting off my love for pleasurable pain.

  “God… that’s it, Mr Stone,” she cries.

  “Freckles, I don’t have any protection with me, and I don’t need little rugrats running around in the world,” I state.

  She laughs as she pulls back a little to look into my eyes. “You can continue to fuck me and pull out before you blow,” she replies as she moves her hips, driving me on. “It may not be an effective method, but if you had asked you’d know I was on birth control, so this isn’t about to result in an unwanted pregnancy,” she smirks.

  I need to remember that for next time. I need to either carried rubbers or fucking ask before I drive my cock into a woman.

  ***

  “Shit! Shit! Shit!” I bellow as I pull out, cumming violently down her thigh. Her muffled cry of ecstasy rings out down the alleyway as she cums apart for the second time. I don’t know how I did it, how I’d held out for so long, but I was a man of my word. I’d taken up the challenge to prove that the fucked up rumours about me were true, that I was a good lover and that I’d always please a woman. I still don’t understand how I’d established such a reputation, but I’d own it. Clearly every woman who’d heard of Viper Stone, the fucked-up gentleman, wanted a piece of me. It was a shame that no one wanted to know the real Viper. The saying about never judging a book by its cover is completely true, however everyone, once in their life, has judged or been judged, its pure human nature. We always want the things we can’t have and unfortunately jealousy can be a bitch. As I said, it’s just basic human nature to feel the things we feel.

  I focused my thoughts more on the here and now as I listened to Freckles panting heavily as we both tried to recover our sanity. I hadn’t real
ised how fucking a girl in the back alleyway of my very own pub could totally blow my mind in ways I never thought of. Dirty, raw, sexy, and passionate. I couldn’t describe what I was feeling, because the truth was being inside Freckles made me realise just how much I fucking loved sex, how much I craved it, and how jacking myself off just didn’t do the same thing for me as fucking a woman did.

  Three weeks is an awfully long time for me to go without wetting my cock and this experience just proved it. One fucking night, it’s all it would be. I was here to show her that the rumours were true and that was it. Fucking hell, but this little lady had me wanting to bury myself inside her permanently.

  It was a ridiculously stupid idea, that much I knew, nonetheless I was Viper Stone MC president and I did whatever the fuck I wanted. I owned a bar, I fucked in my bar, and apparently I fucked girls in the alleyway behind my bar. Just one special woman, one I knew I’d have to say goodbye to, I’d have to move on and get over her which should be easy considering who I am. I had a bevy of beautiful women who were clawing at the door to get to me, but for now I’d enjoy the electric current I could feel coursing through my veins from the amazing sex I’d just had in a dirty fucking alleyway.

  God, honestly, who would have thought dirty alley sex could be an erotic turn on. Alright, so maybe I was a little fucked up from the mind-blowing orgasm, but Freckles and her filthy words would continue to feed my sick fantasies for nights to come. Even if she wasn’t featuring in my real-life illusions, at least dreaming about her would give me joy.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Questions Unanswered

  Indiana

  A fucking one-night stand. It’s all it would ever be, but that one night was incredible. It wasn’t meant to be complicated, but how could it not be when we had such chemistry. My father would tan my ass for being so into what had happened, but he wasn’t here and what daddy didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.