Pink: Hot 'n Sexy for a cure: The Books for Boobies 2015 Anthology

by Tara Oakes

  “Fuck.” Her voice dips low, her orgasm ripping through her.

  “Love you baby.” I grit my teeth and feel my balls tense.

  “Love you,” she replies just as I explode inside of her. My cock pulsing with the longest and hardest orgasm I’ve ever had.

  It takes a few minutes for us both to come back to ourselves.

  “That was—”

  “The best gift ever.” I slide out of her, and step back to watch my cum spill from her.

  “Maybe for my birthday, you can get me my own dirty gift, with a male stripper?”

  I know she’s fucking with me, but it doesn’t stop me from growling my displeasure at the thought.

  “Not a fucking chance.” I slap her bare ass.

  Not a fucking chance.

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  A Lost Kings MC Short Story

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  If you’ve ever wondered what happened the night Z and Lilly met in Slow Burn (Lost Kings MC #1), you’re about to find out…

  Zero

  My president’s finally gonna make this happen.

  President as in the president of my motorcycle club and one of my best friends.

  We’re eating dinner at an obnoxious, yuppie hangout, while we wait for the woman he’s had a hard on for about two years now to show up.

  Whatever. I’m along for the ride to make sure Rock doesn’t beat the shit out of someone before Hope gets here. He’s that wound up over the pretty lawyer.

  While we’re finishing dinner, Rock nods to the front door. “That’s Sophie,” he says, indicating a thin, dark-haired woman. She glances up and winks at us.

  “Hot.” I understand a little better how he got talked into this whole thing.

  Rock glares at me and I laugh. Christ, his girl better show up, or he’s gonna be one grumpy fucker.

  I’m not laughing two seconds later when Sophie’s friend follows her in. Now, she’s a knock-out.

  “Who’s the one with the big tits?”

  Another glare from him. “Don’t know.”

  I called her that to make him laugh, when really it’s her big, expressive eyes and long, almost black hair that grabs my attention.

  It’s another half hour before his girl shows up. Rock’s so tense I’m surprised he doesn’t explode at the sight of her.

  “Your girl’s here now.”

  “Yeah, she’s here.”

  “Gonna go talk to her, or sit there like a stump all night drooling over her tight ass?"

  "Not yet." He turns his death glare on me. "And keep your eyes off her ass."

  I shrug and try not to laugh again.

  The plan is for Sophie to get Hope drunk so Rock can swoop in and offer her a ride home.

  My plan is to get Big Tits alone. Maybe even find out her name. Definitely find out what color her eyes are and if her tits are real or not.

  “Let’s go.” Rock stands and motions me down the stairs. ‘Bout fuckin’ time. People hurry to get out of our way. I doubt this bar sees many bikers. Certainly none with the ferocious face Rock’s wearing.

  “Who are your friends, Hope?” Big Tits asks after Hope and Rock finish eye-fucking each other.

  Hope shakes her head and turns toward her friends. “Rock, you've met Sophie, this is Lilly, Mara, and Ross is over at the bar. Guys, this is a former client of mine, Rock, and—”

  “Z,” I offer with a smile aimed at Big Tits…Lilly. Lilly. Rolls right off my tongue. I am definitely fucking her.

  While they discuss who’s driving where, I catch Lilly’s eye. “Where you headed, sugar?”

  Jesus Christ. When she tilts her head in my direction and focuses her big green eyes my way, I forget to breathe. Her perfect pouty pink lips curve into a seductive smile. “You planning to drive me all the way up to Lake George?” she asks in a throaty voice. Hell yes. I’ll drive her to the Mexican border and back if she’ll say my name in her phone-sex-operator purr all night.

  “I’ll take the drive,” I answer a little too fast.

  After Rock takes Hope home, I focus all my charms on Lilly.

  One way or another, I want her under me tonight.

  Lilly

  It seems like Sophie’s plan to get Hope and Rock together is going to work out well for me too. Holy fuck, I’ve never seen a hotter guy than Z. He can give me a ride anywhere he wants. Preferably on that big, sexy body of his. What he has underneath his hooded sweatshirt and leather vest looks promising.

  All his good looks and charm probably mean he’s a lousy lay. Most guys who spend that much time keeping themselves in shape are compensating for tiny dicks and lousy skills.

  My stomach flips when we step outside and I run my gaze over his bike. Pressing myself up against him for the forty-five minute drive, while that big machine rumbles underneath us—I’m in trouble. Z glances at me and I swear there’s concern darkening his perfect features. “You’re gonna be chilly, Lilly,” he says. We stare at each other, then laugh at the rhyme.

  My gaze travels over his body. “You’ll make it worth it, right?”

  “Hell, yeah.” One corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy smirk. Then he shrugs out of his leather vest, pulls off his hooded sweatshirt and hands it over. I raise an eyebrow at his outstretched arm. “Now you’ll be cold.”

  “Snuggle up tight against me.”

  Yeah, like that’s a hardship.

  Thinking of the things I want him to do to me when we get to my house, keeps me warm on the drive up the Northway.

  “You wanna get a drink?” Z shouts over the roar of the bike. He slows to take the ramp that will lead us into the village. Since it’s early spring, the resort town doesn’t have many shops or eateries open.

  “Sure!” I shout back. He seems to know the area, because he glides right into an open spot in front of one of the year-round townie bars.

  Mikey’s Pub still has a fair number of people filling the tiny space this late at night. We grab a quiet table in the back. After placing drink orders, Z moves his chair next to mine. Close enough for our elbows and thighs to touch.

  “So, Lilly, friend of Hope, what do you do?”

  I hate answering this question. Most guys look at my big tits, long legs and pretty face and assume I’m stupid. This guy is purely sex, so I don’t give a fuck about impressing him. I doubt he’ll understand what my job is even if I explain it using construction paper and crayons.

  Fuck it. “I’m a policy analyst for the legislature.”

  His face registers surprise…and interest? Okay, that’s new.

  “What’s that like?” he asks.

  I shrug. “Boring most days. People ask for my opinion all the time, but no one wants to actually implement the changes I suggest. New York is tough because it’s such a politically diverse state.” I’m about to go off on a tangent, so I stop myself. That’s not what tonight’s about.

  “Yeah, I always thought we should just cut everything below Westchester County off and let them fend for themselves.”

  “Typical Upstate opinion. A lot of money flows from NYC though.”

  His lips twist in a wry grin. “Lotta bullshit too.”

  “What do you do?”

  He points to his Vice President patch.

  “That’s it? VP of a Motorcycle Club?” I didn’t mean to sound so dismissive.

  His eyes narrow, but there’s a glimmer of amusement there, so I don’t think he minds.

  “It keeps me busy. The MC owns Crystal Ball. Right now I manage it with one of the other guys.”

  I burst out laughing. “I know CB well. I used to dance at Club Salvatore, before you guys had it shut down.”

  He doesn’t bother denying that his club was responsible for the shutdown. “No shit?”

  Our waitress drops off our drinks and we’re silent until she leaves.

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bsp; “No shit. That’s how I paid for undergrad and my master’s degree.”

  “I’m impressed. Lot of girls say they’re just dancing until they finish school. Few ever leave the life.”

  “Yeah, well, tits are only perky for so long. No one wants to see old and wrinkly twirling around the pole.”

  His sensual mouth twists into a grin. “Babe, I can’t imagine there is anything old and wrinkly on that body.”

  “Not yet. I’m just saying, I saw plenty of girls like you’re talking about. Looks don’t last forever. I wanted something more secure, so I made sure I finished school.”

  “Good plan. What else do you do?”

  “Are we really doing this? I thought the appeal of a one night stand was cutting out the small talk.”

  “Whoa.” He places his hand over his heart. “What an assumption. I’m just offering a pretty girl a ride home.”

  “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you expected me to play hard to get. Continue.” I’m intrigued. Z has this peculiar charm that gets my blood simmering. I expected a filthy, dirty, sex god biker, but instead he’s charming.

  “No, babe, I like direct. That totally works for me.”

  “So, we are going to fuck?” I blurt out. What’s wrong with me tonight? Normally, I enjoy the coy chase and seduction games. But this guy has my panties so soaked I’m afraid to stand up.

  “Absolutely.” His warm hand curls around mine, picking it up so he can brush his lips over the back. My skin tingles everywhere he touches. His other hand lands on my leg under the table, slowly trailing under my dress, up my thigh. My legs part and his fingers brush against the satin crotch of my underwear. His eyes widen when he feels how wet they are. His sexy lips press against my ear. “Let’s fuck here. I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”

  My palm wraps around his bicep, a handful of granite muscle. Christ, that’s hot. I’ve missed muscle and men who actually care about their appearance more than their fat wallets.

  “You can’t be serious,” I manage to protest.

  “Like fuck, I’m not.” His finger strokes a little harder against my satin-covered pussy lips. “You’re wet and ready. I’m hard as a fucking hammer. Let’s go.”

  Wow. I’m in serious trouble because I can’t stop myself from imagining him fucking me up against the wall in the bathroom. Him pushing my dress up around my hips while ripping my panties off. Our sweaty bodies sliding against the ancient wood paneling. Pure, furious, raw fucking. But there’s the danger of getting caught and never being able to show my face in Mikey’s Pub again.

  Even worse, the wrong person could catch us, the cops are called and my career swirls down the toilet.

  “No.” What now? Did I just turn this hotter than sin man down?

  Yes. Yes, I did and I have a completely a logical reason.

  I can’t remember what that reason is with his finger gently stroking over my clit. Fuck.

  He stops, pulls away. “No?”

  Thank God he stops. Now I can think.

  “No. No sweaty, quick fuck.” I give his bicep a squeeze. “I want to see you in all your naked glory. I have a feeling there’s one spectacular body under there.”

  Am I nuts or did his cheeks turn a tad pink?

  “Yeah, okay. Ditto. Where?”

  “My place.”

  He quirks an eyebrow. “You’re okay bringing the biker thug home with you?”

  What an odd question.

  “Well, yeah. You’re not going to mug me are you?”

  His face breaks into a grin, and I realize he’s got these amazing dimples. A biker with dimples. He’ll probably shoot me if I tell him how cute he is.

  “No. But you were right. No quick fuck.” Another smile. Another peek at his dimples. Unreal. A couple seconds after shutting him down and he’s amused.

  “Is that right?” My voice barely rises above the thumping in my chest.

  He leans in closer, warm lips brushing against my ear. “Yeah.”

  Desire shivers down my spine. “Let’s go.”

  Zero

  I’ve finally met my match. Not that the girls who hang out at my MC aren’t eager and willing. But holding an actual conversation with them is rough. This girl. I almost want to talk to her as much as I want to fuck her.

  Sex wins, but it’s close and that’s new for me.

  She directs me to her house with a series of taps against my shoulder and somehow I find the secluded, wooded driveway. “You live here all by yourself?” I ask as soon as I shut the bike down.

  “Yeah, you’re safe,” she teases.

  Lights flood the front yard. “Motion sensors,” she explains. “Don’t worry, my dad’s not waiting up for me or anything.”

  “So this is your parent’s house?”

  She cocks her head and drills me with a serious stare. “No. It’s mine. Bought and paid for it myself.”

  This seems important to her, so I nod. “Cool. I respect that.” I do. I’ve worked hard for everything I have. Even if some of that work is outside the law. So I got respect for anyone who makes their own way.

  Our feet crunch over the gravel drive. She’s walking slow and I glance over and catch her watching her feet. “I usually park closer to the porch,” she mutters. Shit, I hadn’t been thinking about her heels and the uneven ground.

  “Sorry.” I pull her close and swing her up into my arms.

  “Shit!” she gasps and taps my chest. “Put me down.”

  “No way. This’ll be quicker.”

  “Eager, huh?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  When my foot hits her bottom step, I loosen my hold, allowing her to slide down my body in the most seductive way possible. She lands on the next step, but keeps her arms looped around my neck, so we’re nose to nose. “You’re charming for a biker thug.”

  “Don’t get the wrong idea.”

  “I already have a lot of wrong ideas.” She swoops in and presses her lips against mine. For a second I’m too surprised to respond. Not used to chicks makin’ the first move. My hands move first. Sliding right down her tight curves to squeeze her ass and pull her tight to me. She gasps and I use her surprise to take her mouth hard and urgent. After letting me have my way with her lips and tongue, she throws her head back, inviting me to taste her skin.

  “You do this a lot don’t you?” she asks, breaking my concentration. “I bet the girls take one look at you and can’t drop their panties fast enough.” Her husky, raw voice fuzzes my brain so bad it takes a second for her words to sink in.

  “You want me to ask the same question, sugar?” My voice has an edge to it—a mix of pissed off and turned the fuck on.

  “Go ahead.” She grins as if she thinks she’s gonna beat me at some game.

  “Shut up,” I say instead and her smile widens. She’s beautiful and cocky enough to make me think stupid things. My fingers twist into all her think long, hair, pulling her against me for another taste of her mouth. Why’d her assumption bother me so much? Because it’s true or because I want more than one night out of her? This time, I can’t pry myself away. Eager soft hands slide under my cut, slipping it down my shoulders. She pulls away to examine the leather.

  “It’s heavier than I thought,” she whispers while tracing her fingers over the back patch. “Skull and crown. Oddly pretty.” She folds it gently over her arm and leads me to her porch swing. She pushes me down into the swing, and it’s strangely reminiscent of getting a lap dance. Except, I can touch her. So I do.

  My hands skim up her sleek legs right up under her dress. When my thumbs brush against the skinny string at her hip, I yank hard snapping it, and tearing the underwear from her.

  Her husky laughter fills the air teasing my dick. “You owe me a pair panties.”

  “I’ll happily pay up.” My fingers seek and stroke against her slick, bare skin and she hisses. Suddenly, I’m consumed with the need to see her. I’ve had enough sweaty, anonymous hook-ups in the dark. “Let’s go inside.”

  �
�It’s fun on the porch swing.”

  “I’m sure it is, but I’m not into getting mosquito bites on my balls.”

  That makes her laugh and back up a step. I use the space to push out of the swing and wrap my arms around her, lifting her against me.

  At the door, she leans down and pushes it open.

  “Don’t you lock that?”

  “No one locks their doors out here.”

  I shake my head. But I’ll have to address her security needs later.

  I twist the lock behind us before carrying her farther into the house.

  Lilly

  “Bedroom?”

  “Guess,” I tease and he groans.

  His hand squeezes my ass and I almost wriggle out of his hold. “Careful, I don’t want to drop you, sugar.”

  “I know you won’t.”

  A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He has to be the most ridiculous combination of sexy, dangerous and impish, I’ve ever met.

  Maybe one night with him is a bad idea. Except I can’t possibly see there being anything else between us.

  When he reaches my room, he sets me down next to my bed gently. Before I make another move, he tucks his finger under my chin and tips my head up to meet his winter-blue eyes. “You sure you still want this?”

  “Be more specific.”

  His mouth twists into a wry smile. “You sure you still want my cock?”

  “Oh, yes. You’re not getting away now.”

  He grins even wider and slides his finger down my neck, over my collarbone to the edge of my dress. “Take this off.”

  Our eyes lock as I reach behind me to pull the zipper down and lower the dress. He doesn’t back up even an inch, so I end up letting it drop to the floor and kicking it to the side.

  “Keep going,” he growls, just loud enough for me to make out the words.

  “Not fair.”

  “Who said this was going to be fair?” His words are cocky, but his breathing has picked up.

  I thrust my chin at him and cross my arms over my chest to stop the trembling. Guys don’t usually make me nervous. “Lose the shirt.” The words come out with more confidence than I’m actually feeling.