Linc's Retribution

by Lake, Brair

  “I know what you need, and where to put it.” Shit there goes his voice again. Once more making me wet my panties.

  Dazed, and unsure how it has happened, I find myself at his studio. Hesitantly, I stand in the doorway. A nervous swallow as I glance round the room, only for my eyes to lightened on to the instruments of torture. The temptation to run has me turning towards the main door.

  “Remove the jeans.”

  “What!”

  Shit, his voice has sent the pulse in my clit throbbing. ‘Breath deep girl, breath deep.’ I tell myself. ‘There is nothing to be afraid of. After all, what can he do to you, in a crowded studio?’

  As I continue to stand frozen at the door, his laughter brings me back to my surrounding. Nervously I continue to watch the stranger as he casually picks up the tattoo needle and gun.

  “The ink’s going on your thigh. So you need to remove your jeans.” He drawls, pointing at my legs.

  Mutely, I unclip the button on my jeans and wiggle out of them. “Oh, OK.” Here I am standing semi naked in front of a man I want to jump. With the pulse in my clit throbbing erratically.

  With a causal grace he pats the couch next to his seat. “Lie on your back Baby.”

  ‘Oh please have mercy on me.’ I mutter as I wander over to the couch. This biker can do crazy things to my body, just by talking. What will I be like once he starts touching me?

  To distract myself as I recline on the couch, I stare at the ceiling, telling myself that this is no different to a visit at the OBGYN. At the touch of his gloved hand against my flesh, all thoughts went straight to hell, and my body began to shake. The moment he spreads my legs, my lungs forget how to work. Not only am I suffocating, but the scent of my arousal has reached my nose. I would swear he could smell the same aroma. In embarrassment I close my eyes.

  His finger gently glide over my panties. Can he feel the dampness on the gusset? Fuck, my stomach clenches as his fingers whisper over my panties again. Please do not let me have an orgasm, I beg to whoever is listening. For a crazy moment I wonder if his touch is on purpose or by accident.

  Eventually the simple tattoo, which consists of five letters Linc’s is completed. As I focus on the one word I wonder. ‘What the fuck has he done’ I have no idea what it means or why he chose that particular word. As his thumb continues to rub over the marking, his soft drawl reaches my ears.

  “It’s my name”

  “What?” Where the hell is my voice?

  “I’m Linc. Hi.”

  “Oh. Hi I’m Cassie.” In my dazed state, neither his name nor the tattoo register in my fuddled mind. With a hard shake of my head, I attempt to clear the fog. A movement which is hindered when Linc leans into me. His intent, to capture my face between his large calloused finger, and then he kisses me.

  The kiss Linc gives me is not a soft tentative first kiss. Instead it is an intense male, open your mouth and let me fuck you, tongue kiss, and I do not deny him. Without hesitation or attempting to stop him I take his tongue into my mouth.

  While he is deepening the kiss, Linc’s hands pull my ass closer to him, sliding me across the couch. Hungry for more, I involuntary lift my legs and wrap them round his waist. With the aid of my ankles, I draw his body closer to my center, desperate for any contact I can get. Meanwhile as our bodies draw closer, our tongues have not parted. The tongue dance we are participating in, causes our teeth to clash as we become acclimatized to each other’s mouth.

  My arms circle his neck, stroking the flesh, feeling him trembling against me. The urge to stroke his shaved head is magnetic. When I caress the smooth flesh covering his skull, another shiver runs through the large body covering me. I am loving the contrast between the hardness of his skull and the silkiness of his flesh.

  A moan escapes from my mouth into his. His hands move to the edge of my T-shirt, hauling it off my body. No matter how brief, I do not want to stop touching him. For a moment, I hated the T-shirt for taking his mouth away from mine. Moaning into the cloth, I want Linc’s mouth back against mine. As soon as the T-shirt is gone, his mouth returns to latch on to mine. A hum of happiness vibrates through my body.

  “Oh fuck babe. You taste good.”

  “Shut up and kiss me.”

  “With pleasure.” Again his mouth is on mine, sucking on my tongue.

  Groaning against his lips I need further contact. Fervently I push my hips forward to rub my pussy against his groin. The harsh contrast of the denim sends my arousal up another notch. Whilst the heat of our desire has my body flush with excitement. The pulse in my clit is throbbing long and slow.

  “That’s it Babe. Push against me. Let me feel your hot pussy.”

  While Linc continues to talk to me, his hands have unlatched the yellow bra, which he throws unceremoniously to the floor to join the rest of my clothing.

  His hands return to cup my breasts, and as his thumbs rubs the crests, bringing them to life. He slowly removes his mouth from mine. A move I protest against. That is, until he takes one of the buds into his warm wet mouth to suck. Linc's teeth play with the sensitive flesh, until he has it red and swollen.

  Meanwhile my hands continue to roam his body. At my caress Linc releases another shudder against me. To touch him through his clothing is not enough for me. I want to touch his flesh. With an ungentle grip I remove his T-shirt. A movement that causes his mouth to go pop when he loses contact with my nipple.

  When the T-shirt is removed. Linc again takes my breast back into his mouth. And I at last, get to touch his hot flesh. Flesh which is soft to the touch. Flesh which covers a hard muscular body. My hands run down his spine. I love how he shudders against my touch. Wantonly I slide my hands to his jean fastenings. With eager anticipation, I release his cock for my touch as I hump against his leg, I hate my panties for being in the way. For stopping my pussy from touching his flesh.

  When I whimper into Linc’s neck, he knows what I am after. Without letting go of my breast. He lifts my ass to tear my panties from me.

  Agilely he steps back “Fuck Babe. You are fucking beautiful. Look at that pussy. All wet and juicy, begging for my cock. But not yet. No Baby need to get you fucking ready.”

  “I’m ready Linc.”

  Linc ignores my plea. Instead he moves his head between my legs, leaving them to hang over his shoulders for better access. I lean back onto my elbows for support as his mouth feasts on me. His tongue gliding over the tender flesh, making my clit throb harder as he bites down, causing me to yelp.

  “Fuck. Linc that mouth is a blessing!” I pant as my legs squeeze his head and still his tongue plays with me. Linc’s tongue has me laying on my back as he thrusts it me, licking the muscles of my pussy walls. My hands hold on to his head to pull him closer.

  “Fuuuuck…..” I gasp as my orgasm rips through my whole body. The juice that Linc has created, coating his tongue.

  Shattered, I lay back on the couch to catch my breath. Weakly my legs drop over the edge of the soft leather. Linc leans back to reach into his rear pocket for his wallet. While removing the condom from its wrapping, he shrugs his jeans down.

  Now that his cock is covered, Linc quickly returns to stand at my junction. Again he places my legs over his shoulders. With one hand on my mouth and the other at his cock. He slowly guides the head into my pussy, stretching me, before pulling out. Only to push in a little further. Linc does this several times, going in deeper with each small thrust, coating his cock with my juices. Then with one final thrust. He’s in deep.

  “Shit” I scream against the hand covering my mouth, while Linc continues with his steady thrusting. Quickly he has my arousal built up again.

  “Fuck Babe. That’s good. Your pussy feels so tight and cozy round my cock” For a moment he remains still. Before he slowly withdraws. Only to thrust back in. When he thrusts in deep my hips raise against him. I need my body closer to his. With this thought, I hook my legs round his neck and cross them at the ankles. Meanwhile, I grasp on to his head with my
knees,

  “More Linc, More.” I’m unsure what I want. What I do know. Is that I do not want this to end.

  “Yeah Baby.” Soon Linc has a steady rhythm going, building up the tempo in my body. My hands are gripping the edge of the couch for support. Whilst his hand is still against my mouth. With each thrust, my chest heaves. Linc’s body is trembling against mine as he continues to thrust into me.

  Finally Linc gives me the release I have been chasing, and I scream in to his hand. A hand which is quickly replaced with his mouth. With one last thrust, Linc groans into my mouth. A groan I swallow as Linc finds his own climax.

  Shaky from my climax, I am grateful to be lying on the couch. Due to the climax Linc has just given me, I doubt if I will be able to stand without my legs giving way. It is several more minutes before Linc pulls his cock out of my pussy and disposes of the condom. When he returns, he has several wipes to clean me with. While he is busy cleaning me, my world crashes. Linc's ministrations bring home what I have done and where I am. Embarrassed, I scramble up with the intentions of finding my clothes and escaping. Shit, in the waiting room my friends are waiting for me. Mortification at my actions, has my body turning a deep red.

  “What the fuck?” Anxious to leave. I begin to panic.

  “Hey Babe calm down.” When Linc realizes how hysterical I have become, he pulls me into his arms. “Hey there’s nothing to worry about. Now that I’ve found you, I'm not letting you go. You and I are getting married. You know?”

  I throw him a look that clearly states he has lost his fucking marbles. But to hide my own self-consciousness. I glare at the paper toweling covering the couch. “I now understand why you put paper towels on the couch.”

  Without breaking eye contact. Linc takes my face between his hands.

  “Babe. This is a first for me. I swear I have ever done anything like this in the studio.” With another butterfly kiss he swipes my ass “Now get dress Babe. We have stuff to do.” It is not long before we have the studio clean and prepared for Linc’s next customer.

  No matter where I am in the room, Linc is there, continually offering me words of comfort. While he is repeatedly touching me.

  When I make my move to leave. Linc asks me to stay, and because I want to stay. I do as he has asked. After the last customer has left and we have closed the studio, Instead of taking me home. Linc rode to the airport. By morning, I am Mrs Lincoln Davies.

  Placing my memories back in their box. I study the man I love. Baby Blu’s right, I do miss the sex. However, it is more than the sex I miss. I miss Linc. Time to turn this up a notch. I need my tattooed man back in my bed. On my terms.

  “Hey Baby Blu?”

  “What?”

  “Tie Me Down are holding an amateur night. Right?”

  “Cassie whatever you’re planning. Tabby will not let you do it.”

  “Maybe not. But we can ask Rayven to help.”

  “If Inferno finds out I’m involved Cass. I’ll be in trouble.”

  Chapter 3

  When I saw Cassie in the yard. It reminds me of how much I have fucked up. I miss my girl, and want her back. Due to my stupidity, which has almost destroyed our marriage. I have opted to stay at the club, while trying to heal the rift between us. However this is proving to be a mistake. The room at the club is full of small reminders of Cassie. Each item mocks me, reminding me of what I am missing. Cassie did not claw her way into my heart slowly. No, she jumped in, and hijacked it with just one look.

  For the last six weeks I have played it Cassie’s way. As much as I wanted to, I have not pushed her into bed. Instead, I have let Cassie control our relationship. Each evening when I visit, I let her send me back to the club at the end of the night. Fuck, I am too old for this crap.

  I have had enough of this messing about. Devil's Comfort is about to leave on a four day run, and when I return, Cassie, and I are going to talk. It is time for me to move back home. I miss my home and I miss Cassie being in my bed. She may not like the idea. Sure we have a few problems which we need to sort out. However, living the way we are is not the way to resolve them. Although the first thing we are doing on my return. Is dirtying those fucking clean bed sheets. Then we will do the girly crap and talk.

  I am powerless to change what happened. Fuck, I cannot blame my actions on alcohol. If I could change what I did, then yes I would. This is the only time I cheated on Cassie. Fuck, the excuse I have is weak. In my head I needed to prove to myself that I was a man. Fucking low sperm count and all that crap.

  At five feet six and with her voluptuous body. Cassie is my Marilyn Monroe. She is curvy in all the right places and I worship her tits. I miss waking up each morning with her toffee curled hair trapped in my hands. Touching the silky strands, and drawing her scent into my nose is another ritual I am missing. Fuck, just thinking about her and what I want to do to her glorious body is getting me hard. Shit, I need to stop thinking about Cassie and her body. After all, it is going to be almost another week before I can do anything about it.

  “Hi Linc.” Kiss me, I beg silently.

  “Cassie.” I want to say so much more. To take this woman into my arms, and to love her. I want to wash away the pain I see in her eyes. Powerless, I reach out to slide my hand down the side of her face. To cup her chin in my large hand. The touch of her hair. As it brushes against my flesh, brings me out in goose bumps, causing me to shiver. Breathing in deep, I lean in to take her lips in a kiss, and she steps away. Away from our kiss.

  Pain assaults my body and I close my eyes. I do not want Cassie to see the hurt her rejection has caused me. Gathering my composure I release the breath I am holding. Slowly I open my eyes to gaze into her hazel ones, letting my hands drop as I step away. I do not have the time to fight now. But soon I will.

  “Linc.” Cassie repeats my name to gain my attention.

  “Yeah Babe?” Licking my dry lips. One kiss Cassie is all I want, I think to myself.

  “We need to talk. When you get back, we put everything on the table.”

  Although Cassie’s words are what I want to hear. A wave of panic assails me. Fuck, I want more than to talk, and now that Cassie has requested one I find myself becoming anxious. Is she telling me this is it? The end. No fucking way. Cassie is mine, and no one is having her. But me.

  Stroking her face once more. I take this last touch with me “Sure Babe I’ll be back in five days. Now kiss me.” This time, there is no hesitation as I trap her face in both my hands. The kiss I give Cassie possesses everything that I own. Fervently I hope and wish she gets the message. That I am hers.

  “OK boys’ time to roll” Inferno the president of the MC shouts across the yard. Turning towards his voice I notice that he has just said his goodbyes to Baby Blu. Behind them is Tabby, and with him is Rayven, who is still giving him grief.

  Before I let Cassie go, I tell her that I love her. However she does not return the words. What is left of my heart, breaks a little more. With a slight nod of her head, she takes my hand in hers to kiss the palm. This is all I need. It may be small, but it is a sign that I might not have lost her.

  Feeling the tension in my shoulders as we leave the compound, I take one last glimpse at Cassie to give her a wave. As I ride out of Comfort Springs, the final image I have. Is of my girl returning my smile with a wave. Just like that, one smile from my girl and the tension in my body begins to dissolve.

  By the time we reach the small charter of Devil’s Comfort, where we will spend the night the sun has begun to drop. Bear is his usual entertaining self, and has organized a party for us. At five feet four, he may be a small man, however what he lacks in height he more than makes up with his strength. His hugs are a vice grip, and when he lets you go. You have no choice but to shake your body out. Only to be relieved when you discover, you do not have any broken bones.

  If there’s one thing Bear will be remembered for, it will be for the way he and his brothers throw a party. There's booze flowing freely, and on the spit is a
roasting pig. If you are seeking female company, there's a fine selection of whores available. Tonight, all I want is a whisky and the pig. It may have being six weeks since I last got laid, but knowing Cassie is at home waiting for me, I can go another five days.

  I settle into a spot near the spit. The heat from the flames warm my face. Contented with the bottle of JD in one hand and a plate of pork in the other. I lean back to enjoy the evening. Lazily I watch the brothers as they enjoy themselves.

  Dec and Fudge make fools of themselves with some of the girls, who are lapping up their antics, as they vie for the attention of the two large men. Inferno is on the phone, smiling at whoever is on the other end. With a quick glance round the yard and a long drink of his whisky, he heads inside. It will be sometime before he will remake his appearance. As I reach for my phone to ring Cassie, a shadow beside me catches my eye. Tabby, the club’s treasurer is placing his big body next to mine.