by Chiah Wilder
“Yes,” she breathed.
Twisting her head over her shoulder, she saw Hawk hold his stiff cock in his hands then rub his pre-come over her firm, white buttocks while he slid his hardness up and down her crack. Squirming under his touch, she reached backward to touch him.
“I’m not going to tell you again. Keep your arms over your head.”
“I want to touch you,” she protested.
“You’re not fuckin’ listening to me. Hands. Over. Your. Head.”
As he bent down and kissed her ass cheeks, his panting filled her ears. Not being able to stand it, her arm stretched behind her as she searched for his hardness while his mouth kissed, licked and bit her round globes. When her fingers brushed against his dick, her grasping hand squeezed his shaft, but before she enjoyed the feel of him, Hawk gripped her wrists and secured her arms over her head.
“You don’t take directions too well, do you? I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”
Before Cara could answer, Hawk lightly spanked one of her ass cheeks. Cara gasped. He slapped her again, that time a little harder, making her moan while she clenched her ass. As he smacked her even harder, he pressed against her and, with his hot breath on her neck, he said, “Do you like that, baby?” She whimpered. “I’m asking if you like it.”
“Yes, I do,” she panted.
“Your ass is so fuckin’ sweet, babe.” Hawk planted another slap on her ass; her butt cheeks were red from his hands. Licking her ass, his tongue cooled the stings from the spanking while Cara arched her back to push her butt closer to Hawk’s demanding mouth. He chuckled under his breath. “You’re a hungry one, aren’t you, baby?” She pushed her ass further into his face.
“I bet if I take my finger and stroke your pussy, it would be sopping. Am I right, babe?” he asked between licks and kisses on her ass.
She moaned her answer.
Hawk ran his fingers between her engorged lips. “Yep, that’s what I thought, soaking and aching for my touch.” He roughly squeezed her heat while Cara squealed in delight. As she was on her knees, she lifted her ass higher and spread her legs wider, causing her drenched mound to hang down, her arms still above her head. Taking his index finger, Hawk flicked her clit over and over, and it felt fucking awesome: the gravity pulled her clit downward and Hawk’s teasing ignited her. Pressure built up in her core and heightened her arousal. Damn, I want him slamming into my pussy.
“Fuck me, Hawk. Push inside me.”
“Fuck, you’re impatient. I want to taste your luscious pussy before I jam my cock into it.”
Flipping on his back, Hawk scooted under Cara’s dripping slit, and with his hands on her hips, eased her down until her sex was right above his mouth. Replacing his finger with his erect tongue, he stroked her nub. Cara threw her head back, her guttural moans filled the room. As he licked her pussy, he entered her with his finger and twirled it around inside her tight heat. Pulling out, he took his saturated digit and rubbed it around her anus. With slow, gentle movements, his finger entered her ass while his other fingers dove into her pussy.
Pleasure darted to every nerve in her body as Hawk fucked her ass with one hand and her pussy with another while his tongue swirled on her clit, making her pleasure rise to a fevered pitch. Her first spasm sucked his fingers deep inside her, and she cried out as one ripple after another rolled from her hot pussy, to her stomach, and to her brain. As her insides clasped around his finger, he withdrew it, then, standing behind her, he entered her with his cock, her tightness covering him like a sheath.
“You’re mine, babe. Your pussy is mine, and only my cock will fuck you. It’s all mine,” Hawk rasped as he banged her hard.
Careful not to put too much pressure on her sensitive clit, Hawk gently massaged her. As his cock stiffened, he grunted and released his seed inside her. Cara’s pussy spiked again as the warmth from his come dripped down her thighs.
Lying on top of her, his breathing labored, Hawk kissed her damp neck and whispered against her skin. “Fuck, babe that was awesome.”
She sighed. Fuck, yeah.
As he rolled off her, he drew her into his arms, and they cuddled while listening to each other’s breathing. Tenderness shone in Hawk’s eyes when Cara looked up at him and met his gaze.
“I’m happy,” she said.
Kissing her forehead, Hawk stroked her cheek as she nuzzled closer, happy to be back with him.
* * *
The blue sky disappeared into black velvet as the harvest moon illuminated the small, quiet room. For the past hour, Hawk had cradled Cara in his arms, but then a loud growl punctured the serenity. Hawk laughed. “You want to get somethin’ to eat, babe?”
Nodding, Cara said, “I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since this morning. Let me freshen up. I’ll just be a sec.”
As she brushed her hair, Hawk watched her. “What’re you thinking about?” she asked.
“The way your hair feels on my body. It’s like silk.” He stood up and put on his jeans. After combing out his hair, he pulled it back into a ponytail then slipped on his tight black t-shirt and cut. Finished with the final touches of her makeup, Cara smiled at Hawk. “Ready?”
“You’re beautiful, and you look classy. The bitches around here look all painted-up, but you look natural. You do something to me, babe,” he said, affection warming his eyes.
As his words embraced her, Cara’s cheeks flushed and shivers coursed through her body.
“Before we go down, I gotta tell you what to expect. This isn’t the type of party you’re used to. You’ll see people fucking right in the open, and as the night goes on, the members and the sluts get drunker and all kinds of shit happens: two whores fucking a guy, two guys fucking a slut, a slut fucking five or six brothers, group sex, even pulling a train, although that doesn’t happen very often anymore.”
“What’s pulling a train?”
“A slut fucks all the brothers, any way they like it, one right after another.”
“Oh, that sounds bad.”
“It’s what the slut wants and it’s her choice. We don’t do the gang-rape shit that some clubs do. Every sex act is voluntary, you know?”
“If that’s true, then why are you worried about me wandering off by myself?”
“Because the brothers will think you wanna fuck. When a slut’s here, she’s sayin’ she’s here to fuck whoever wants to fuck her. That’s what she wants and why she came here tonight. You’re here ’cause you’re with me—it’s different. Got it?”
“I wish you’d stop calling the women ‘sluts.’ They’re women.”
“Baby, you don’t get our world. Women like you are women, old ladies are women, the ones who come here and fuck whoever are sluts. They even call themselves sluts and whores. Now, are you sure you want to go to the party? I can bring the food up to you if you’d rather stay in the room. It’s up to you.”
“No, I’ll go. I’ll just hang onto you.”
“Damn straight. Don’t let go of me. I don’t want to fight one of my brothers tonight.”
“Fight someone? Why would you do that?”
“If someone touches you or says something disrespectful, I’ll punch his fuckin’ face in. I won’t let anyone talk shit to my woman. Sticking with me, kissing me, and holding me shows everyone you’re my woman. Are you good to go?”
“Yeah.”
As they stepped in the hallway, a cacophony of noise enveloped them: laughter, squeals, moans, punching hard rock music. Cara held Hawk’s hand as they descended the stairs to the insanity below.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hawk led Cara through a crowd of people as they made their way to the yard to get some food. The smell of tobacco and weed hung heavy in the air, and the dense smoke made it difficult for Cara to see in front of her. Hawk guided her to the long buffet table where heaps of baby back ribs filled aluminum tins. Cara licked her lips while the ribs’ hickory scent teased her stomach. She was ravenous.
After filling their
plates, she and Hawk found a spot at one of the many long wooden tables set up outside. Biting into the succulent ribs, Cara savored the robust barbecue sauce and finished her half-rack of ribs in no time. As she came back to the table with her second helping of food, several of the members at the table slid their eyes over her. Slipping in next to Hawk, she ignored them. A couple of the members stared at her breasts, making Hawk stiffen beside her. Cara didn’t want any problems so she wiped her mouth, pulled off some meat from one of her barbecued ribs, turned to Hawk, and said, “Open up, honey.”
When he opened his mouth, she put the meat along with her finger into his mouth. Closing his mouth over the digit, he licked the sauce off before she moved her finger in and out of his mouth. Leaning in close to him, she replaced her finger with her lips and kissed him deeply in front of the brothers. Hawk pulled her closer, kissed her, and patted her thigh. After seeing the exchange between Hawk and Cara, the members averted their glances away from her. Cara smiled. Mission accomplished.
While they were eating, Jax came over. “Good to see you guys. I didn’t think you were coming. How do you like our party, Cara?”
“The food is good. The jury is still out on the party. I’ll let you know later.”
“Fair enough.”
“Jax, can you stay here with Cara while I go and get some drinks?” Hawk asked.
“Sure.”
Hawk came back with a bottle of vodka, a bottle of tonic, a glass of limes, and a twelve-pack of Coors. Jax caught the beer Hawk threw his way, and while Jax and Hawk talked, Cara surveyed the scene around her. Some men staggered around the yard with their arms around women, who had very little on, while other men laughed, talked, and smoked in groups. Several drunk women swayed to the music of AC/DC as it rocked the club, and in the darker corners of the yard, women gave blowjobs to the members. Hawk was right. I’ve never been to a party like this. It makes the frat parties I went to during college seem tame.
Bending down, Hawk pulled Cara up and pressed her close to him. He lowered his head, then kissed her, plunging his tongue halfway down her throat as he groped her ass. Startled, she pushed back. “What the fuck? Why are you pulling away from me?” he demanded, his eyes flashing.
“I didn’t mean to. You took me by surprise, that’s all,” she said.
“Fuck, woman, I don’t want you pulling away from me. I want to fuckin’ kiss you, so kiss me now.”
Pissed at his brusqueness, Cara stiffened, then kissed him while looking behind his shoulder at a group of members who watched them and a peroxide blonde who glared at her. The blonde had one of her tits out of her top while a member played with it. This is surreal.
Hawk hugged her tightly as several of the brothers cheered and clapped. This must be some barbarian rite of passage in the biker world. Deciding to humor Hawk because this seemed to be important to him in front of his club, she squeezed him back, but she hoped, for his sake, he didn’t take it too far and unleash her anger.
“How are ya doin’, little lady?” Banger said to Cara.
Cara smiled warmly at Banger. She liked this weathered biker who had a good heart. “Not too bad. How goes it with you?”
“Fuck, I’m still here, ain’t I?” He and Cara laughed.
“The food was very good, especially the ribs.”
“The old ladies made the grub. Speaking of that, I don’t know if Hawk mentioned it, but I’d like you to teach Kylie how to make your spaghetti sauce and give her some basic tips on cooking. Shit, that girl don’t know nothin’ when it comes to the kitchen.”
“Hawk did mention it, and I’d be pleased to help her out. Maybe she can come by sometime this coming week? I’ll be hanging here for a few days.”
“I’ll tell Hawk when, and he can set it up with you,” Banger replied. He jerked his head as a twenty-something woman walked by dressed in a tie-dye thong, bikini top and cowboy boots. Banger’s blue eyes lit up like a blowtorch as he licked his lips.
Hawk slapped the president on his back. “Go for it, if you think you got the stamina.”
“I’ll show you what kind of stamina your fuckin’ prez has.” Banger took off after the young woman.
Cara watched as Banger came behind the woman and grabbed her by the ass. Squealing in delight, she spun around and crushed Banger’s head between her tits. Cara, feeling like a voyeur, turned away.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” she said to Hawk. “Where do I go?”
“Follow me.” He held her hand and led her through the labyrinth of men and women.
On the way to the bathroom, a wall of people stopped them in the hallway. A couple of guys came up to Hawk and high-fived him.
“Been a long time, brother,” one of the members said to Hawk.
“Rollo, I missed you at Sturgis this year,” Hawk replied as he patted the portly man on his back.
As Hawk and the two members talked, Cara noticed there were a bunch of guys crowding a doorway to one of the rooms off the hallway. Curious to see what they were looking at, Cara squeezed herself through the crowd. Looking into the room, a naked woman kneeled on a low table and faced the door. One guy fucked her pussy, another one banged her ass, and a third guy thrust in her mouth while two more guys yanked and sucked her tits. Swaying from side to side, the woman moaned while several onlookers rubbed their cocks. The man who fucked her mouth groaned, pulled out his cock, and squirted his come over the woman’s face before he hauled off and punched her in the nose, making blood spurt onto her face, chest, and the table.
Recoiling in horror, Cara shrieked, “Stop that! What the hell are you doing to her?”
Silence descended over the room as the woman looked at Cara with bulging eyes. Dozens of hungry on-lookers feasted their eyes on Cara, and, feeling exposed, she began to back out of the room. However, she was stopped as hands slipped under her clothes and groped her tits and ass. Someone’s finger poked at her pussy, but she twisted and clamped her thighs together while looking around wildly for a way to escape. Panic seized her, and she craned her neck to find Hawk outside in the hall, but a sea of men with lust-filled eyes filled her field of vision.
“Come on, whore, start fuckin’,” one of the men slurred.
The others jeered and shoved her further into the room. “Hawk!” she screamed.
Too many hands touched her and forced her to the ground. She closed her eyes and fought the bile rising in her throat.
“Get the fuck away from her!” Hawk bellowed.
The members jumped back from Cara, and in one swoop, Hawk lifted her from the floor. “She’s my woman. Who the fuck wants to fight me on this?” His eyes, savage with rage, scanned the room.
The men mumbled, “Sorry, brother, we didn’t know. We never would’ve touched your woman. We didn’t mean any disrespect.”
One young member sniped, “What the fuck was she doing in here anyways? What were we supposed to think? Why the hell don’t you control your bitch?”
Hawk’s swift fist landed on the young member’s jaw and knocked him flat on the floor. Staring at the men, Hawk said, “Does anyone else want to ask me any fuckin’ questions?” The room was quiet. “Didn’t think so. You’re all on notice. This is my woman, so leave her the fuck alone.” He put his arm around Cara’s shivering shoulders and walked out of the room. Cara looked back and saw the woman on the table, her legs spread open, a bearded man licking her pussy, and her nose still bleeding. Cara buried her head in Hawk’s shoulder.
Dragging Cara to the barn next to the yard, Hawk’s glowering eyes stared at her. “I told you to stay with me!”
She took a step back from him. “I was with you, but you were talking with those guys, and I was curious to see what everyone was watching in the room.”
Rubbing his hands over his face, he said, “You don’t need to know what’s goin’ on unless you want to be part of it. I explained how this shit is around here. You’re fuckin’ lucky I found you. I didn’t know where the fuck you disappeared to. Your ass would’ve
been raped if I hadn’t come. Fuck, Cara. Fuck!” He slammed his fist into the barn’s door. “You got to listen to me, woman!”
“Sorry. I screwed up,” she said in a low voice.
“Fuck yeah, you did.”
“I said I was sorry.”
Cara stepped over to him, put her arms around his waist, then kissed his chest and laid her head against his shoulder. He trembled from anger, and she held him until his breathing calmed down and his anger abated.
“What were they doing to that girl in there? It was horrible,” she said.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t looking at her when I came in the room.”
“She had all these guys on her, like they were feeding off her, and this guy came all over her face then punched her in the nose. It was awful,” her voice cracked.
Rubbing her back, Hawk said, “Babe, I told you it gets wild at the parties. Anything goes here, and the sluts are in tune with that. They know the score before they get here. They choose to come here. Do things get out of hand? Yeah, they sometimes do, but the sluts know all that going in.”
“Why did he hit her like that?”
“It’s called Strawberry Cheesecake, and it means a guy comes over a woman’s face then follows it with a hard punch in her nose to draw blood.”
“That’s supposed to be pleasurable?”
“Babe, this has nothing to do with us. I’m with you, and I don’t get it, but who knows what gets people off, right? The point is she was into it. It’s their business. Okay?” Hawk tilted Cara’s face up, and he lowered his mouth over hers. “You okay?”
“I guess. The whole thing was disturbing.”
“I know, baby. It’s a lot to handle. Stay with me, and don’t separate again, got it?”
She nodded. The image of blood streaming down the naked woman’s face burned in her mind.
“Let’s go have a drink,” Hawk said.
With his arm around her shoulders, they walked back to the yard where a huge bonfire crackled, its yellow flames leaping toward the twinkling chips in the sky. Finding a place by the fence, Hawk spread out his jacket for Cara to sit on. As she sat on the ground, he pulled her between his legs, and she leaned her back into his chest. While taking a deep drink from his beer bottle, he handed her another vodka tonic. “Bat out of Hell” by Meatloaf belted out of the speakers which surrounded the yard.
