Overpossessive_A Motorcycle Club Romance_Wilderkind MC

by Paula Cox

  I work and work my cock so that it drills up into her. Each beat is harder, faster, more deliberate than the next. My breathing hitches in my throat as it becomes more of a gasp for air. Sweat drips down my back and neck where her fingernails dig into the lines of my tattoos. I kiss her again, needing to feel and taste the sticky sweet moisture of her lips. She breathes life into me as both my shaft and my mouth dive deeper into her own body.

  She comes again. Unlike her last go, she’s so wrapped up in the wild chaos of us that she doesn’t pause or stop her thrusting back into me. The only sign is the smell of her ripe orgasm. She lets it roll on by for me. And I’m not far behind her. With the sensation of her cum mixing with my own sweat and juices, I’m nearly there. But it’s not until she whispers my name, “Bear… oh God… Bear,” that I unleash myself.

  My cum blasts out of me like a volcano eruption. It shoots up into her like another extension of my thrusts. Sunny cries out again in pleasure and relief, and we are both left gasping and holding on to one another as we recover.

  “That was…” she tries to say as I walk her back to the bed, my cock still stiff inside of her. “Jesus, I don’t know... “

  “It better have been worth whatever bet you made on it.”

  “Yeah, you could say it was worth it.” She pulls the comforter up around her while I head off to the bathroom to clean up. On my way, I snatch the bear charm I tossed earlier from its spot under the desk. I carry it back to the bed, placing it on the table next to her.

  She looks up at me, appearing exhausted as I explain, “You’re gonna need this.”

  A satisfying smile stretches across her face. “Thanks.”

  Chapter Five

  Sunny

  This is too good to be true. Like, for real. First of all, I just had one of the best lays in my entire life with this guy who looks like he is part caveman, part motorcycle magazine cover model. And now, despite being pissed at me for the whole bet thing, he’s going to give me the one thing I need to prove that I conquered him.

  Well, conquered is pretty subjective, I suppose. In all honesty, I’m not entirely sure who, in this tangled mess of hotel bed sheets, really won over the other.

  I clutch the charm to my bare chest, patting it gently with my fingertips. It was cash in my hand and a reward for a job well done. I wasn’t about to let this go until I absolutely have to. I even kept hold of it last night as I slept next to Bear. His large arm was draped around my hips, and his warm hand rested against my sex almost protectively. I could feel his breath like wind through my hair, and his quiet snore rattled my body the few hours I managed to keep my eyes shut. I loved it. The feeling of a man holding tight to me was nothing I ever thought I would want, but there is something so comforting in the feeling that nothing was out there that could harm me like this.

  But now, in the morning light, everything is different. Bear’s hold on me is smothering. It’s keeping me in place when all I want to do is roll over, adjust the pillow, or reach down for the pair of panties I stripped off last night. It’s funny how fast that mood changes when it is in the light of day.

  I start testing him to see how soundlessly he’s sleeping. First, I begin picking at some of the patches of his tan skinned arms—just small pinches and plucks to measure his reflexes. Nothing. To my surprise, he doesn’t even roll over to avoid me! I move it up a level by beginning to press my bony elbow in his side and kick at his kneecaps. Again, nothing.

  With him not showing any signs of life besides the breathing and snoring, I take his wrist in my hands and gently move it up and off of me. Freeing myself, I replace my body with a pillow I’ve been laying on all night and replace his arm around it instead. He still doesn’t stir.

  I take a step back to examine him. He’s quite the creature. I’ve never seen a guy like him, and that’s saying something. Bear’s skin is wind-worn and red in spots, especially at the high apples of his cheeks and along his third day stubble-covered chin. His hair is wild and untamed. The girl in me wants nothing more than to run my fingers through the matted tangles near the ends or at least give the guy a haircut. It would help see the chocolate colored eyes that bore holes through me last night. His pale pink lips pout as he sleeps almost like a fish gulping through the water.

  Of course, there’s that body too. I didn’t get much of a glimpse of it last night since I was the one that was on display the majority of the time. This morning, I get to admire the statue of a man that is not only a prize fighter but a damn good lover. He is mostly muscles—they’re chiseled and defined along his abs and arms. His thin legs curl around the comforter with a pair of gigantic feet resting off the end of the bed.

  Most girls would fall for him because he looks just like a giant. But where Bear wins me over are the dark tattoos that line his arms, chest, and shoulders. Most have club stuff—the symbols and signs I am used to seeing on long-term members of a club. I’m more curious of that large bear print drawn on his heart. Every tattoo tells a story. I wonder what this one means.

  I don’t have time to wonder, though. If I’m going to slip out of here without him noticing me, I’ve gotta be quick and quiet. The last thing I want to do is talk to him. And I suspect the feeling is totally mutual. A guy like him most likely knows how this goes. The visiting party slips out in the morning, and the other doesn’t give a shit. It’s quick, painless, and less chance of making an attachment for both sides.

  I grab my panties, bra, and dress and throw them on as quickly as I can. In the mirror, I use the few things in my purse to reapply my makeup and tie my hair back into a messy bun at the top of my head. I was never into that walk of shame look. If I plan on going back to the Filthy Bastards, where everyone knows or suspects I had sex with a Wilderkind guy, I best, at least, look decent.

  Ugh. My boots are M.I.A. They have to be under the bed. I kicked them off as I soon as I got through the door last night, and I vaguely remember them sliding out of site when we began screwing. I get down on my knees and check under the sheets to pull them out from their hiding spot.

  “You’re gonna need to put something on that back of yours.”

  Gah! My head slams into the metal bed frame with a smack. What the hell was he thinking scaring me like that! If this leaves a permanent mark, I swear to God, I’m gonna…

  “I’m serious, Sunny. That shit looks bad.”

  I scoot myself out from under the bed fully to see Bear with his head draped over the side staring at me. He’s got that wicked smile on his face that I’d love to swat off of him.

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “Your back. From last night.” I give him the most clueless, disinterested look I can muster up before he adds, “It’s rough and raw from when I took you up against the wall. You’re gonna need to put something over it, or the guys will think I whipped you with cattails… though I have to admit that sounds fucking hot.”

  I raise my arm over my shoulder and gently press down on the marks. He’s right. As soon as I touch the skin, an instant sting shocks me. I can’t believe I didn’t notice the pain or tenderness until now. I walk over to the mirror to get a better glimpse of the damage. Yikes! Dammit! It’s so bad I cringe at my own appearance.

  Without thinking, I ask Bear, “Do you have anything I can cover this up with?”

  “Just my jacket. I don’t think you’ll want to go back wearing that.” He laughs.

  “No, I guess I’m going to have to pull this look off or…” My eyes dart over to his black T-shirt.

  “No. No way.”

  “Come on, Bear. They’re going to think you did this shit to me.”

  “I did do it, Sunny. I’m not gonna regret that one bit!”

  “You know what I mean you asshole.”

  He stands to his feet and then darts off towards the shirt. I’m quicker, having been in track all through high school. I manage to grab the shirt right out from under him.

  “Fuck off!” he shouts as he pulls me to the ground
. “That’s stealing, girl! And you already tried that once from me.”

  “Come on! You injured me!” I laugh as his weight crushes me into the musty carpet. “Be nice and give me the shirt to use. I’ll give it back.”

  “Hell nah! It’s mine. And you should know by now that I’m never, ever, nice.”

  “Really?” I ask as he eases off of me slightly. “You were kind of a pussycat in bed last night.”

  “Hey!” he shouts, going back to straddling me on the floor. “Do you know what kind of fucking insult that is to a guy like me? I should punish you for that.”

  “Punish me?” I stare back up at him. He grabs my arms and places them behind my back. A hand moves under the tight hem of my dress and lifts it up and over my hips. He slips my underwear off without my permission, not that he would care about that. Without any warning whatsoever, I feel the slap of his palm on me.

  “Ah! Come on! Why would you—”

  SLAP! Another hand hits me.

  “Don’t question me,” he growls. “I’ll do it again.”

  I’m not a sadist, and I’m certainly not one of those kinky girls who are into the whole being punched around thing. There are street girls in the club that make a good living being on the receiving end of that shit. But with Bear, I have to admit that feeling of him dominating me like this is a complete and total turn-on. He’s not hitting me hard—it’s just enough to make me a little raw. But what I do feel sends shivers up my spine, and my legs peel apart for him.

  “Now,” he says, “are you ready to behave and give me my damn shirt back?”

  “What do I have to do to keep it?” I throw back.

  “I think you know the answer to that one.”

  “Deal.”

  Two strong arms reach around me before I can have a second thought. They scoop me up into his arms and place me around his front so that my legs are straddling his. I lay my arms around his head, and he pulls me into him so close that I can count the freckles that dot his nose and the few gray strands that hide within his hair. We’re so close that it’s like a magnet is pulling the two of us together so that we’re crashing, crashing, crashing towards a kiss.

  His moist mouth opens up to let me in, and I can’t help but bite down and suck along the juiciest parts of his lips. I can’t get enough of him, despite my better urges to run the fuck away. He’s so good. The scent of sex rises between us and the carpet burns along my knees from us rocking back and forth in place.

  Below my hips, his stiffening cock presses itself against me. There’s no way I can avoid that monstrosity. The man is packing and packing heavy. And he knows what to do when he’s locked, loaded, and ready to go.

  “Why the fuck are you still wearing this goddamn dress?” he asks while pulling the material up and over my head. “Get it off. I want to see those pretty little tits of yours.” Bear dives his head straight into my cleavage. His strong hands press and massage my mounds against his face until the nipples curl into his mouth one after another.

  The sensation is insane. My body goes wild with need while he continues to fondle and tease me. His thumbs roll across the tips of my nipples... his fingers pinch... and his hands massage. He plays with my chest like an expert sculptor at work. I can’t help but let out a small, urgent groan of pleasure.

  “You like this?” he asks me, “You get off on that?” Underneath me, at my panty line, his knee makes contact with my sex. It follows the pattern of my hands as it brushes up hard against my folds, which are still feeling it from yesterday’s fuck.

  “I want to see you come, Sunny. I want to watch you lose control,” he growls while his hand takes over where his knee is. The thin fabric of my underwear moves to the side while he spreads the top of my vagina wide for him to find a landing spot right against my clit. Bullseye. He’s so fucking good at this, I don’t even need to walk him through where to go to find my pleasure spot. And by the way I instantly tilt my head back and let out a rush of air, he knows he’s hit it as well.

  “There we go,” he whispers in my ear as I press my body into his. “I know you want this.” His hand tilts to the side so that one finger slips right in between my legs. The combination of him entering me and his fingers rubbing my clit sends me out of my freaking mind. The pressure of his touch, the roughness of his urgency, and the need for him to fill me up are incredibly overwhelming. I throw my arms back around him and place my head upon his shoulder. My lips kiss and lick at his salty, sweaty skin while I tell myself not to scream. You never want a guy to know just how much you love it.

  But it quickly becomes too much for me to take. This guy, this insane madman of a guy, will not relent. With his fingers gliding in and out of me, I can barely tell what way is up or down. My head spins, and the pit of my stomach grows until it sinks down to between my legs. My knees begin to tremble, and I give in knowing that it’s near. With three more quick strokes, my body becomes a supernova bursting through the sky. My lower half pulsates rapidly while my juices pour out of me.

  Bear should pull away. Most guys do, but he seems to enjoy feeling my orgasm. With me limp in his arms, he pulls back and offers me the hand that was inside of him.

  “Taste yourself,” he commands. I give him a half-hearted lick. I can barely muster up enough energy to look at him, let alone play his games, but he forces the fingers deep into my mouth.

  While I’m focusing on my earthy, sweet taste, I barely process that he’s gearing up and ready to go. The entire time he was getting me off, I could feel his cock growing more against my leg, but now he is massaging my folds with the tip of his member. The smooth skin of his organ delicately pushes aside my soaking wet lips. And like that, he enters me completely unannounced. I scream as he moves me towards him so that my hips line up with his girthy, long shaft.

  “It’s my turn now,” he snarls, looking more like his namesake than ever. Those brown eyes light up like fire in the night. I swear I can see sparks dancing near his black pupils. Along my back, he paws at me, grabbing at what little fat I’ve got on me for support. His hips move upwards, forcing himself even deeper into me, and then he begins to bounce.

  The drive of him launching straight up in down barrels into me. I really don’t need to do a thing with his strength, but I’m no fuck doll who just lays there and takes it. When a guy like him pleases me as good as he just has, I give him what he’s owed too. I manage to position myself up on my heels so that I can squat further down on him. It takes me a few strokes to match his rhythm, but as we slowly line up, it’s hard not to follow his beat.

  With both of us linked together, there is no stopping us. He doesn’t slow or play stupid games with his cock. He has one thing in mind and one thing only—to finish. And I’m more than eager to help him out. My body dives into him while his drives into mine over and over again, each time going faster and faster until I don’t think I can hold on anymore. Eventually, he wins out. I topple onto him so that he’s forced backward. His arms catch him just enough so that his head leans against the front of the bed and he rests on his elbows. He somehow manages to do it without missing a beat.

  I gasp for air, struggling to keep up.

  “Bear… God… Bear….” I mutter under my breath, “I love how you… how you...” My mind drifts away again as I feel it coming back—that sensation deep within my stomach growing larger than a crater. It needs to be filled by him. He pulls me down so that I lay on top of his stomach. His hips rise, and his shaft pummels into me. I claw at the carpet until it comes like a crash. My eyes shut, and I hold on tight.

  “Sunny!” he shouts into my hair. “Fuck! Sunny!” His hips ease up slightly, and his dick pushes three long, deep thrusts into me. With my head on his chest, I can hear his heart thump rapidly against his dripping wet skin. I place my hand along the bear claw as he settles back in.

  We both lay there for a moment, unsure of what to say. Do I thank him for that second strong showing? Do I ghost out of here without saying a word like my original plan? Or
do I just chill and wait for him to force me out? This shouldn’t be so awkward for a girl like me, but with Bear, there were so many questions and landmines to potentially trip on. I don’t want to be that girl.

  “Well, well…” he finally sighs, “I guess I can let you go now. You earned my shirt, but you’re gonna have to figure out what to do with your knees because I’m sure not giving you my pants.” It dawns on me that my original purpose was getting his shirt to hide my back. I glance down at my legs and see that now my legs are just as beat up from the friction of the carpet.

  “I’ll just say I tripped,” I laugh as I peel myself off of him and over towards my dress. I quickly get dressed while he goes on.

  “Tripped on my cock?”

  “Oh, shut up. It’s gonna be hell enough getting back with everyone ribbing me for this. I don’t need you adding to the trouble.”