by Jessie Cooke
He reached up and brushed a strand of hair off her face. Her hair was soft like silk, and he held onto it for a second and rubbed it between his fingers. “That’s right, baby. How old are you?” She looked so young. Cody was sure Dax wouldn’t let underage girls run around the club looking for a biker to fuck, but he was curious just how young she was.
“I just turned nineteen.”
“And what are you doing in a place like this?”
She looked down for a second and when she looked back up at him, the seductive look had been replaced by a sad one. “I ran away from home. My stepfather…well, he was pretty disgusting. I hooked up with one of the guys from the club when they were in Boston one weekend. I was only sixteen at the time. Dax wasn’t happy and I’m not sure what he did to that guy, but I never saw him again. But after I told Dax my story, he let me come live here.”
“So, he didn’t want you fucking one of the guys, but he brought you here and made you a club girl? Doesn’t make a fucking lot of sense to me.”
She furrowed her brow. “He brought me here and made me finish high school. I work at the hotel in town at the front desk three days a week and take college classes now. But I’m an adult now, and Dax has no rules or hang-ups about adults having a good time around here. I’d really like to spend the night with you, Cody…your first night with a woman in years. I could make you feel so good. But if you’re going to talk shit about Dax, forget it.”
She started to get up. Cody reached out and put his hand on her arm. “Hey, baby. Dax is the shit as far as I’m concerned too, okay? I’m just not having my best day. Don’t go. Let’s get to know each other better.”
She relaxed and sat back on the stool. “It’s because of Jimmy and Macy, right?”
He felt a surge of heat at the mention of their names. He took a second to tamp it down and said, “Yeah. Getting out of lockup to find out your best friend and your girlfriend ended up together is kind of like it raining on the fucking parade.”
She moved her arm from under his hand and brought her own hand down to the front of his jeans. His cock was about half hard before she even touched it, but when she ran that little hand across the crotch of his jeans, it was instantly filled with blood. “Mm…feels like Macy doesn’t know what she’s missing. You’re a big boy.”
Cody chuckled at that, drained his beer and swiveled his stool around to face her. “You want to go up and find out just how big?”
She squeezed him gently and ran her pink tongue over her dark red lips. “You have no idea.”
When they got to the room, Cody opened the door and pulled Lucy over the threshold and into his body. He lowered his mouth down to hers as he kicked the door closed. They kissed slowly. It had been so long since Cody had a long, slow, erotic kiss. Lucy knew what she was doing. So much so that he was afraid she’d notice that he really didn’t. He put his hands on her hips and pulled them forward so that they were pressed against his. He ground into her; it felt so good that he was afraid he wasn’t going to be able to hold back and he’d embarrass himself.
He broke the kiss and brushed his lips down her earlobe to her neck. He kissed across her neck and down to her collarbone. She arched her back into him and moaned. The sound of it vibrated through him. He could feel the goosebumps as they rose on her skin against his lips. She tipped her head to the side to give him better access as he licked and sucked and even bit down on it. She was so responsive, and as sexy as that was, it made it harder for him to hold back.
He brought his mouth back up to her lips and let his hands roam from her hips down over the curve of her ass and then back up her waist and upwards until they were resting on the sides of her breasts. She shuddered as he stretched out his thumbs and covered the hard nipples he could feel pressing into the leather of her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and it felt like her nipples were trying to break free of the fabric that separated them from his touch.
He slid one hand up behind her neck and unhooked the halter top, letting it fall free in front and expose her breasts. He sucked in a breath when he saw them. For years, he’d looked at pictures of them and jerked off thinking about sucking on them and licking them…but to see them in reality, and a perfectly round pair with big, dark nipples to boot, threatened to make his head explode.
He brought his hand up and used his thumb and forefinger to pinch one of those perfect nipples. He pinched down hard and she gasped. When he let go, she smiled, so he pinched the other one before leaning down and letting his tongue trace the outline of her nipple. She put her hands on his head and held him to her chest as he began to suck. She was whimpering and moaning out his name by the time he moved over to the other one. His cock was throbbing in his pants, pressing against the zipper like it was about to bust it wide open. He was in physical pain. He had to be inside of her, and quickly.
He moved back up to kiss her lips and walked her backward over to the bed as he did. When the backs of her knees collided with the bed, he pushed her backwards and let her fall on it. She lay there watching as he stripped off his shirt and pants. His shorts had a tent that a full-grown man could sleep under, and she reached up to touch him. He stepped back out of her way and she whimpered. She tried again, tried to sit up, and he reached down and grabbed her by the legs and flipped her over onto her stomach. From that angle, with her long, dark hair and nice round ass, he could pretend that she was Macy. He was a little ashamed that he didn’t even feel guilty about it. He pulled her down so that her legs were hanging off the edge of the bed. She automatically spread her legs. He looked down at that ass and he couldn’t help himself. He raised his hand and brought his palm down, smacking her hard on one cheek. She didn’t cry out. Instead, she moaned, and it turned him on that she liked it.
He smacked her again, this time even harder. She let out a little yelp and he couldn’t take it any longer. He pushed down his shorts and without a word, he shoved himself inside her sopping wet pussy. She let out another cry as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up. He leaned down and put his lips next to her ear and asked, “Do you like that, Lucy? You like it when I take charge?”
She tried to nod, but his grip on her hair was too tight. She managed to get out a muffled, “Mm-hmm,” and arched her back so her ass was in the air. He held onto her hair and started fucking her hard. He yanked on her hair with each thrust of his hips and buried himself in her so deeply that he knew she was going to be as sore as hell tomorrow. It felt so fucking good. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and imagined that he was fucking Macy, but the second he pictured her, pissed off or not, he felt his balls tighten and his cock fill with come…He opened his eyes again and pulled back, sliding all the way out of her. He let go of her hair and flipped her roughly onto her back. She stared up at him with her big, brown eyes filled with lust. She liked it rough, and he liked that she liked it that way. He wasn’t interested in “making love” to anyone but Macy. He wanted to fuck…he needed to fuck.
He climbed up on top of her and pushed her thighs apart. Then he put her hands up over her head and said, “Keep them there.” She nodded and let her eyes drink in his body, lingering on his tattooed chest. He reached down and rubbed the tip of his cock up and down against her pussy lips. She arched up, trying to capture him, and he pulled back, teasing her. She groaned.
“Do you want me to beg, baby? I will. Is that what you want?”
“What do you want, Lucy?”
“I want your cock back inside of me.”
“You like that cock?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Tell me.”
“I like it, baby. I like your big, thick cock in my pussy. Fuck me, Cody. Please.”
He slid an arm underneath her and pulled her up. Holding her with one strong arm, he plunged back into her. He held onto her tightly; she was dead weight with her arms still up over her head like he’d told her to leave them, but he outweighed her by about a hundred pounds, so it wasn’t much of an effort. Waves of pleasure rolled
through him as he rocked his hips into hers over and over, finding a sweet rhythm as he moved her body and his own at the same time. He was doing all the work, but he was in control and that was just how he liked it. He pulled her up higher until he could reach her lips. She moaned into his mouth and he felt it all the way to his toes. He let his tongue delve into her hot, wet mouth and he matched the movements of his tongue with his cock, as he buried himself in her up to his balls. He wanted to come, but at the same time it felt so fucking good that he didn’t want to stop. He could feel her body tensing up and she was panting, and he knew she was about to reach her climax. He fucked her even harder, breaking the kiss and leaning down further to suck a hard nipple in between his lips. Just about the time her body went as rigid as a board, he bit down on it. She screamed out in ecstasy and that sound, the sound of giving that kind of pleasure to another human being, was what sent him over the edge. He pulled out of her and let his come cover her belly and breasts. One wave after the other assaulted him until he felt like he had nothing left in his body. He collapsed down onto the bed beside her and they both lay there panting for a long while before she said:
“I should shower.”
“Yep. In your own shower, okay?”
She picked her head up and looked at him. He had his eyes closed but he could feel her staring at him. He knew he’d probably hurt her feelings…but he was finished and he wanted to go to sleep and he didn’t want her there. Surely she hadn’t thought he was going to invite her to spend the night? He could hear her breathing and when she didn’t move he knew there was something else he was supposed to say. He finally opened his eyes and said, “I’m just tired tonight, baby. It’s my first night in a real bed in years. We’ll do this again another time…all night, okay?” He wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say or not. Everything he knew about relationships came from watching television in prison and listening to his fellow inmates talk about their hook-ups and their old ladies. The look on her face seemed to soften and after a few seconds she said:
“Okay.” She bent down to kiss him. He gave her a peck and turned over. She got up that time, and he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of her going into the bathroom, turning on the sink, flushing the toilet and then finally coming back into the room and gathering her clothes. He could hear the sounds of her breathing fluctuating as she got dressed, and then nothing. He felt her staring at him again. He was about to get pissed off and ask her what the fuck she wanted when he heard the door opening and closing as she slipped out into the hallway. Thank God. He got up quickly and locked the door. Then he collapsed back down onto the soft bed. He’d spent years on top of a cement block with a two-inch mattress; he wasn’t about to share this pillow-top queen with anyone his first night home.
4
“I told you we shouldn’t have gone.” Jimmy was holding an ice pack to his jaw. It was his second one, and Macy thought he was exaggerating the injury just a bit. She was annoyed with him. He’d insisted they be at Cody’s coming-home party. Macy thought that anyone with a brain would be able to figure out that Cody was going to be pissed. For starters, they had both known him most of his life and he’d never had any impulse control. He got suspended for fighting in the third grade. He got expelled for beating up a teacher in the fifth grade. He got suspended again in eighth grade and wasn’t allowed to take part in eighth grade graduation, for punching the principle in the face. How in God’s name Jimmy had thought he was going to get off without a bruised or broken jaw was beyond her. She wouldn’t have even been surprised if she’d ended up with one herself. She felt like they both deserved it.
“Your ‘I told you so’ is getting old. Sing a new fucking song, will you?”
“I’m just saying, neither of us so much as wrote him a letter in all those years and then he gets out and sees us together right off the bat. We should have told him before he got out, like I wanted to.”
Jimmy sighed and rolled his eyes. “You’re always right, aren’t you?”
“I’m not always right, but in this case, I think it’s obvious that I was. Damn it, Jimmy, he has every right to be pissed. And you know as well as I do that he’s not going to let it go at what happened tonight.”
“So what do you want me to do, Macy? You just need me to admit that you were right? You were right, okay? There. Did that fix the fucking problem?”
“No. I don’t know what I want, Jimmy. I just feel like shit. I feel so bad. We should have told him.”
“But we didn’t and we can’t fucking go back in time and do it now, so will you please stop your fucking nagging? My jaw is probably broken and my fucking head is throbbing…” She rolled her eyes and when the shadow crossed his face, she immediately regretted it. “You’re annoyed with my pain?”
“No, Jimmy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry you hurt, okay? This whole situation just makes my stomach hurt.”
Jimmy put the ice pack down and stood up. He towered over her by at least a foot and when she looked up into his dark eyes she could see storm clouds forming in them. He’d never hit her. She worked hard convincing herself that he would never hurt her, but he loved to intimidate her and sometimes she thought that was worse. Sometimes she thought if he’d just punch her and get it over with it would hurt less than the mental torture he forced her to endure. “Listen to me, Macy. Nobody gives a shit if Cody has his feelings hurt. I’m a prospect with this club. He’s a fucking nobody. He can’t even ride a motorcycle. He doesn’t even have a fucking driver’s license. Our life was good before he walked back through those doors tonight and it’ll be good again, as soon as he figures out his place…which is way beneath ours. He has no blood rights to this club the way you do and he hasn’t worked for a spot the way I have. If it comes down to a vote, he’d have to be the one voted out, no matter how far up Dax’s butt he is. So, I’m going to go to bed and if I wake up at any point in the night and you’re gone…”
She sighed. Their life was never good. It was riddled with guilt and secrets and it always would be. But every time she tried to talk to him about it, he’d use those secrets as leverage. Maybe one of these days she’d be strong enough to not give a shit. But that day hadn’t come yet. Most especially since now that Cody was back, he’d be privy to those secrets if they were revealed and if he didn’t hate her already, he would then for sure.
“I’m not going anywhere, Jimmy.” She softened her tone and tried to smile. “All I’m trying to say is that it’s going to be awkward around here and we should probably try not shoving this thing between us in Cody’s face.” She reached up and touched the side of his face with her fingers gently. “You know that I love you. Cody being back is not going to change that. I just don’t want to live in constant fear that the two of you are going to hurt each other, or get Dax so pissed off that you lose your place in the club.”
“I’m going to be president of this club someday,” he told her.
“I know, baby.”
“I’ll be president and you’ll be my old lady and we’ll turn this club back into something to be proud of.”
“I know, baby.”
“Let’s go to bed. I’m tired. I want you to suck my dick until I fall asleep.”
Macy swallowed hard. She couldn’t get the image of Cody’s face when he saw them together out of her head. She was glad at least that a blow job was all Jimmy wanted. Hopefully he’d fall asleep quickly and leave her alone with her thoughts. There hadn’t been a day that went by that she didn’t think about Cody, but she had a feeling hiding that from Jimmy now that Cody was back, was going to be a hell of a lot harder. Their life wasn’t good; that was Jimmy’s delusion. But she had a feeling it was about to get a lot worse.
“Damn, Tool, who fixed it up?” Tool had just pulled the cover off Keller’s bike and Cody’s mouth practically watered as he looked at it. Keller had been seventeen and gotten his first job working for a rich guy in town, taking care of his lawn and doing odd jobs on the big estate. One day he was cleaning ou
t the guy’s old shed for him and he’d found the bike shoved way back in a corner. It was rusted and dented and at the time it didn’t even run, but Keller had fallen in love with it anyways. He was supposed to take the bike to the junkyard along with the other things he’d cleaned out of the old shed, but that was the one thing he kept. With the help of a few guys from the club, he got it running. It was still ugly but you’d never be able to tell that by the pride in Keller’s eyes when he rode it. Even though he never wanted to be a part of the club, motorcycles were in his blood, and he loved that bike so much that if you didn’t know better, you might have thought he bought it new off the showroom floor. That summer he put every cent he made, that the old man didn’t beat out of him, into replacing the rusting chrome and buying a new seat. The guys in the club would have painted it for him and helped him fix it up for next to nothing, but Keller was born with this sense of responsibility that back then Cody didn’t understand. He wanted to do it himself. He told Cody that hard work and sweat would make him appreciate it a lot more. Cody was a kid at the time and to him hard work and sweat was nothing he aspired to. He was jealous of his brother, though, and jealous of the motorcycle even though it was a piece of shit. He gave Keller a hard time about it, and it was one of those things he couldn’t take back and he would always regret.
Tool was grinning from ear to ear. “We’ve been working on it for over a year, ever since Dax heard you were going to make it out at your next parole hearing. He told us to do it up right. What do you think?”
Cody thought that he wished it wouldn’t make him look like a big old pussy to cry. It was fucking beautiful. They’d given it a custom paint job. The gas tank was black and it had a white, flaming skull painted on it. The graphics were incredible. Every spot on the bike that could be covered with chrome was, and it was so shiny it nearly blinded you. He smiled when he looked at the seat. They’d left the same one on the bike that Keller worked his ass off to buy, and Cody had no doubt he would be as proud as hell to sit on it.
