by Lane Hart
“Where are we heading, sweetheart?” I grin at her. “You don’t seem to have a car.”
“I parked it at the very end of the lot, away from everyone else. No one ever parks out there, it’s too far to walk. We should have all the privacy we need.” Sasha winks at me.
She doesn’t need to tell me anything else. We still have the entirety of third period before we would even be missed, and my cock is so swollen, I can barely run to keep up with her as she leads me through the lot. Sasha pulls her keys out of the small purse she retrieved from the classroom, and a moment later, we’re crammed into the front seats of her Mustang.
I’ve already shrugged out of my cut and tossed it into the back seat, my t-shirt quickly following. Sasha practically lunges at me, our lips crashing together and tongues mingling as her hands fumble with my belt buckle. I reach down to help her get the clasp undone, but then she takes over, jerking my jeans and boxers all the way down to my knees.
“Oh shit, Chase,” she murmurs as my cock leaps free and slaps against my belly. I can’t tell if the look on her face is shock or dismay as she watches my cock throb inches from her face, and after a moment, I burst out laughing.
“Are you okay?” I manage to gasp, as her eyes rove over my body before coming back up to my face.
She moves over, straddling me to kiss me again, my hands roaming under the hem of her dress and squeezing handfuls of her gorgeous, round ass. “I can’t believe how good I feel, Chase,” she whispers. “But ask me again later. From the looks of things, I might be a bit sore.”
My hands slide from her ass up to her hips, dragging her dress up her body as her lips move down my chest. She nips at my pecs and licks my abs as I continue to tug at her dress, then she rubs a hand down the length of my shaft before leaning back and raising her arms. I lift her dress up to her tits, then she grabs the hem and drags it over her head, tossing it into the growing pile in the back seat. As she leans back from me, I take in every inch of her glorious body, noticing that the thin landing strip of pubic hair she has left unshaven is already exposed.
“Panties in the glovebox again?” I tease her.
“You know it.” She grins as she leans down to press her entire body against me, the feeling of her nude flesh against mine is so overwhelming my cock bucks against her belly. “Easy there, soldier, I’ll get to you in a moment,” she whispers as she begins to lick her way back down my body. She drags her tongue across the ridges of my stomach and she lowers herself to the floorboard, then her left hand reaches down to cup my balls, while her right one wraps around my cock and guides the tip to her lips.
“Oh Christ, Sasha,” I groan as she strokes my shaft, her tongue wrapping around the head of my cock and licking frantic circles before she tries to slide more of it into her mouth. An involuntary spasm racks me as her teeth briefly rake the underside of my cock, and she backs off to look at me in horror.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry, Chase. It’s so big, I…” she stammers.
I grin at her, overwhelmed by her beauty and her frantic expression, as though she broke my cock. “We learn by doing,” I tell her, quoting Mr. Aikens.
“And we do it until we get it right,” she finishes, beaming back at me. Her left hand never stopped caressing my balls, and once she’s reassured, she leans down and licks my cock instead, starting at the base and letting her tongue linger on every inch until she reaches the tip. She tries once again to fit it into her mouth, taking slow bobbing strokes until half my shaft disappears.
Releasing my balls, Sasha continues holding onto my length, rubbing it as she holds as much of it as she can into her mouth. I see her free hand reach down between her legs and feel the motion of her tongue become more frantic and erratic as she begins rubbing herself while sucking me. She starts moaning around me, the sound and vibration so intense, my abdomen tenses as I fight the urge to climax with every ounce of my will.
“Fuck, Sasha, that’s incredible!” I cry, so loud that she gasps, her head popping up as my chest heaves and my cock bulges in her hand. I grab her upper arms and drag her up, our lips meeting again, our hands and mouths frantic for every inch of flesh they can find.
I grab her ass again in both hands, jerking her to me and forcing a moan from her lips as the head of my cock presses briefly against her pussy.
“Please, Chase, please, I’m ready,” Sasha moans. “I want this, I need you so badly…”
“Do you have a condom?” I ask her, as my hands come around and find her breasts, forcing them together as I wrap my lips around each of her stiff nipples.
“We don’t need one, I have terrible periods,” she says as she grabs my face and bucks her hips, her lower body desperately seeking my cock.
I pause for a moment, uncertain if I should risk spoiling the mood by questioning her understanding of pregnancy. After a moment, I decide to go with my best, confused, “What?”
“I have terrible periods,” she repeats as she forces my head back down to her tit. “I take the pill for them.”
“Ah!” I tell her nipple as I lick my way around it. “Say no more, sweetheart. I won’t be able to, for a bit.” My hand roams lower, finding the trail of her pubic hair and following it down until I feel her clit.
As the pad of my thumb continues teasing her swollen button, I press my middle finger against her damp entrance and gently press it inside of her.
“Holy shit!” Sasha cries, and I have to grab her hip with my free hand to keep her from bucking away.
“More?” I ask to make sure.
“Yes. Just like that, Chase. Yes, yes, oh god…” she chants before her moans become incoherent.
Her hips bounce, and her hands dig into my hair as she slams her pussy down on my fingers. Seconds later, her back arches and spasms rack her body. Once they finally subside, Sasha collapses against my chest.
Grabbing her chin, I bring her mouth to mine so that our tongues can meet again, one of my arms wrapping around her to cradle her neck, the other reaching under her thigh to cup her ass and pull her to me.
“Are you ready?” I ask her, the head of my cock already pressing against her slick entrance, pulsing steadily, as though knocking for entry.
“You’re mine, Chase Fury,” she growls as she pulls my lips back down to hers, rolling her hips and pushing against me so that the head of my cock presses deeper inside. She moans into my mouth as I tighten my grip on her, then slowly, she lowers her body a little at a time until I feel her body tense up in my arms.
“Take your time, sweetheart,” I say. I know she’s a virgin, and I have no idea how painful this must be for her. “If it’s too much too soon, just say so.”
“I’ll tell you when it’s too much,” she replies, locking eyes with me. “I want to love you slow and easy today. But after this first time…I want you to fuck me. You fuck me as hard and long as you can, you…OH!” She moans and trembles as her clit rubs the base of my cock. She had rolled her hips on that last stroke, completely impaling herself as she sank down on me.
“That’s it, baby,” I tell her as my cock stretches her to accommodate every inch, setting up shop in his brand-new home.
“You’re inside me,” she whispers, blue eyes wide in awe as our gaze locks.
“Never gonna leave either, sweetheart,” I assure her.
Our mouths meet again, the only other words that pass between us the next few moments are professions of our love for each other. Soon, her hands drop from cradling my head to holding on to my shoulders, then Sasha spreads her thighs a little further so that she can take even more of me. My hands roam all the way down to her gorgeous ass as she rides me. On each thrust, she grinds down a little longer, a little harder.
“Oh god, Chase, I’m so full and so close,” she moans as she arches against me, her breasts trembling as her pussy clamps down on my cock. All I can do is hold her tighter to me, closer, and clench my teeth to hold myself off as she comes apart with sharp gasps of pleasure.
Once she relaxes
against my chest again, she meets my gaze with her eyes half-lidded, looking for all the world as though she’s drunk.
“You didn’t…yet?” she asks as she squirms on my still-swollen cock.
“No, but if you’re too sore, we can stop,” I tell her, even though it may damn well kill me to pull out of her right now.
Without another word, Sasha rolls her hips again, rubbing her clit against the base of my cock. “Fuck me, Chase,” she whispers.
“You sure about that?” I ask, and she nods.
Unable to wait another second, I reach for the seat lever to lower us, then I roll her over with our bodies still connected so that I’m on top of her.
On my first, deep, heavenly thrust, I bury myself inside of her and Sasha cries out.
“Yes!” she says before I can worry about whether or not she can take it. “Fuck me,” she urges, so I do.
I’m almost certain our cries of pleasure can be heard from inside the school half a mile away as we ravage each other, our lovemaking turning into something so fierce and primal the Mustang shakes and trembles as though the engine is running. There’s nothing gentle in the way Sasha digs her nails into me, clawing and scratching at my ass as she strains to slam my cock into her harder and harder.
When I feel my balls begin to tighten and the pressure building at the base of my cock, I increase my pace even further, determined to bring her over the edge with me. “Fuck, Sasha, I love you so damn much,” I pant, crushing her to me in a bruising hug as I hammer away at her.
Instead of replying verbally, she throws her head back violently, her tits completely flattened against my chest. The walls of her pussy squeeze down on my cock but are unable to stop my relentless hammering as my orgasm explodes deep inside of her. Our breakneck pace continues for a few more seconds before we both collapse in a sweaty heap, our bodies damp from our frantic fucking.
I get an elbow under me so I can keep most of my weight off of Sasha, but I pull her leg over mine and keep my cock buried inside of her as we recover. “What do you think about making this our new lunchtime routine?” I ask her.
Her hand is thrown over her head, her hair spread all around behind her. She reaches up to touch my face as she laughs, still gently rolling her hips to press into me. “I think we’ll need to bring towels,” she replies. “I had no idea it would be this…wet!”
“It’s only sloppy when it’s good.” I grin.
“Then we’re very sloppy, because it was very, very good,” she says as she pulls me back down for another kiss. We stay entangled together in the passenger seat until the sound of a distant bell ringing brings both our heads up, straining to hear.
“Is that the lunch bell?” Sasha asks.
“Yeah, must be time.” I sigh. I begin to pull away from Sasha, both of us breaking into laughter as our skin practically peels apart.
“Oh God, everyone is going to be able to tell we’ve been fucking, aren’t they?” Sasha asks.
“Well, if we go back inside like this, yeah,” I assure her, pointing at my cock that I finally pulled free from her. “Once you get your dress back on and I tuck this away, hopefully people will just think we just tried really hard in gym today.”
“You don’t even have P.E.!” Sasha protests.
“Yeah, but everyone thinks I’m dirty anyhow. It’s the leather,” I reply. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, freshly fucked looks amazing on you. God, I love you, Sasha.” My cock begins to pulse at this proclamation, slowly swelling as though eager to express its own sentiments.
Sasha looks me up and down, biting her lip and leaning towards me, as though she’s ready to meet the challenge. With a sigh, though, she reaches into the back seat and grabs her dress. “I love you too, Chase Fury. Let’s get done with this school day, and I’ll text my parents to let them know we’re going out this afternoon. Do you know anywhere private we can go, so we can continue this…discussion?” she asks, giving my half-erect cock a meaningful look.
“Oh sweetheart, I’m gonna take you, and I mean ‘take you’ all over this world. Come on, baby, let’s go knock out these classes. Then, you and me, well…we’ve got nothing but good times ahead of us.”
Chapter Twelve
2012
“You all right over there, man? You go to sleep on me?” Abe asks from where he’s sitting cross-legged on his bunk.
“Nah, man, I’m awake,” I reply, letting go of the old memories and drifting back down to the shitty cell block.
“You got quiet for a while, after telling me about how that boy Reese handled those skinheads and burned that place down. It sounds like your brothers are a rowdy bunch. I like them already. What happened next?”
What happened next was that I made love to the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The woman I still think about every day. The woman who broke me.
I’ve tried to suppress the thoughts of Sasha and just give Abe the highlights of my time with the Savage Kings over the last few weeks that we’ve been getting to know each other. There really isn’t much else to do to pass the time. It’s been harder than I could have imagined, trying to give him an idea of what prospecting is like while trying to separate all the time she and I spent together.
“What happened next was more of the same, really,” I tell Abe. “After that kid Brian got arrested and no heat came down on the club, my brothers took me down to the tattoo parlor and I got my first ink, my first MC symbols on my bicep. I liked it so much, I went back and got my sleeve done just a week later. I kept training with Reese and doing grunt work for the club. After they were sure I could drive the tow truck anytime they needed, they taught me bartending, even though I was underage. Once Reese was satisfied I could hold my own in a fight, they even had me doing some security work. Once my year was up, I officially patched in, and the rest is history.”
“Those guys have stood by you through everything, and are watching your back, even now,” Abe observes. “If they would be willing, I’d like to talk to them.”
“That’s good.” I flash Abe a grin. “Because when I made a call to the clubhouse a few weeks ago to tell them about my deal with T.J., they said they want to come out and meet you next visitation. They’re already making the arrangements.”
“Damn, Chase, I don’t know what to say except, I guess, thank you. I mean it, you helping me out here and offering me all this…I’ll do anything I can to make it good. I mean it,” Abe says.
“You sound like you’re getting a little choked up over there, big guy,” I chide him gently. “Don’t think so hard about it, man. You might not believe it, but I can tell you’re worth it. You’re going to be one hell of a brother in the MC. It’s been good to meet you in here and have someone to talk to. Now, though, I’m gonna try to get some sleep tonight.”
“Yeah, I hear you. Good night, man,” Abe says.
“Good night to you too, Abe.”
As I roll over, my thoughts turn back to my time prospecting, and all the details I couldn’t bring myself to talk about out loud—buying my Fat Boy with Sasha, our adventures in her Mustang, the conversations, the sex…hell, all my time with her. I have to pay close attention and stop myself every night before her name leaves my lips. Most of my days prospecting with the club was just more of the same routine, while my time with Sasha…well, it overwhelms everything in my memories. Especially my memories of that night, our last night together...
Chapter Thirteen
2008
“I fucking love seeing my name on your skin,” I tell Sasha. Bringing her wrist up to my lips, I place a kiss just below the small, black cursive letters. While her new tattoo is only a few inches wide, it may as well be the size of a fucking Mack truck for how damn hard my cock is right now, knowing she’s mine.
“Good, because it’s sort of permanent,” Sasha replies with a grin. Her big, blue eyes sparkling up at me from underneath the streetlamps are full of adoration and love I don’t deserve. And God, she’s so fucking beautiful it hurts. I w
as a goner from the second I saw her.
“Permanent is exactly why I like it,” I tell her as I wrap my arms around her lean waist to drag her body against mine.
Sasha pushes open the leather cut that I’m wearing, with no shirt underneath, to run her fingernail carefully around my fresh ink — her name that’s written in thick, black cursive letters on the left side of my chest.
“My parents are gonna be so pissed when they find out,” she says. Her smile grows even wider, which is no surprise. I quickly learned my girl gets off on excitement and danger, anything her parents would threaten to whoop her ass over, even though she just turned eighteen.
“So what if they are?” I ask. “They’re always pissed at you lately, ever since you started seeing me.”
“Very true, it’s just…”
When she lowers her eyes and pauses, I grab her chin between my thumb and finger to make her look at me. “Just what?”
“What if it’s bad luck?” she asks as her front teeth nervously work over her bottom lip.
“What’s bad luck?”
“Doesn’t everyone say it’s the kiss of death for all relationships if you get your lover’s name tattooed on you? I mean, what if my parents are right and we are moving too fast, Chase?”
“Shh, calm down baby.” I grasp her gorgeous, flawless face between both of my palms. “Fast is the only fucking way that I know how to move. And it’s not bad luck or anything else,” I assure her. “That’s just a bunch of superstitious bullshit. Because you and me? We’re fucking forever, sweetheart. I’m so damn certain of that, I would make you my old lady right now, if I could. I have zero fucking doubts that you’re the only woman I’ll ever want.”
“Seriously?” she asks as her eyes start to glisten under the glow of the lights in the parking lot. “You would marry me and give up all the clubhouse sluts?”
