Peg's Stand

by Manda Mellett

  I translate that into my language. “They’re on probation?”

  “Yeah. That.”

  Though I had my suspicions from the time I walked in, I cast a glance sideways at the women who are barely dressed. The one reluctantly playing bartender isn’t the only one. “There’s other women here, Peg.” I’m inquisitive, as I wasn’t introduced to them. “Who are they?”

  He looks serious, and takes another sip of his beer, then says cautiously, “They’re sweet butts, club women. Whores, if you like.” His eyes meet mine for a second as if trying to see what I think of his revelation. “We give them room and board in exchange for their services.”

  Well, he couldn’t put it clearer than that. As I glance around, I see Rock going towards the group and beckoning to one with his finger. She smirks at the girl she’d been talking to, and eagerly gets off her seat. Uncaring she’s got an audience, she blatantly places a hand over Rock’s cock. He covers her fingers with his and gives a wide grin. But as she licks her lips suggestively, it certainly doesn’t look like she’s being forced in any way.

  I frown. Peg mistakes it, his finger coming up under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “They’re here by choice, darlin’.”

  I admit that isn’t what’s worrying me. “Do you go…”

  “Not for a long time, sweetheart.” He answers before I can complete my enquiry. “Been looking for something else, got bored with just fucking. Been waiting for someone who I wanted in my bed, and for more than just sex.” He pauses and gives me an intense look full of meaning. “Been waiting for you.”

  It’s so similar to the way I feel about him, it seems too good to be true. I push for more information. “Have there been many women? Women like me?”

  Another earnest look. “None like you. Ain’t had a woman in my life for a very long time. And when I did, it didn’t end well.”

  My eyebrows rise, and he answers my unspoken question, leaning toward me and speaking quietly as though he doesn’t want to be overheard. “You and me? Well, I think we’ve got something special. So full disclosure, okay?” He pauses and starts to play with his beard. “Fifteen years ago, when I was on leave, a bitch told me she was pregnant, so I married her. I was soon off on another tour.” He takes a moment, his face growing dark as he recalls it. “I made sure she had money, had my earnin’s paid into a joint bank account. She was my wife, my ol’ lady, and I thought it was forever. I knew I could have done better, should have waited for someone else, but I’d stepped up to do what I thought I should, and having committed, wasn’t gonna leave her. Had the piercings done to make her happy. And I’ll tell you this, fuck did they hurt.” A twisted smile fleetingly comes to his face and disappears just as quickly. “When I came back she told me she’d miscarried. I did my best to make her happy, was as good a husband as I could be. Then I was off on another tour. When I came back injured, she dropped the pretence. Said she couldn’t be with me, that my missing leg was disgusting. Made it all about her, as if I’d done it on purpose.”

  He gazes off into the distance, and his mouth twists. “When I left the hospital, she’d cleared out our bank account. And that’s when I found she’d never been faithful. There never had been any baby, miscarried or not, and she’d been fuckin’ everyone she could behind my back.” He glances up and looks at his brothers, then his eyes return to mine. “Just wanted to snag herself a biker, and so set a trap. I fell right into it.”

  My hand’s been under his, and I now lay mine on top and squeeze gently. “I’m so sorry, Peg.”

  He slowly nods. “Put me off bitches.”

  That I can understand. “Who is she, and where can I find her to kill her?” I ask in a conversational tone.

  His head had been lowered, he now snaps it back up. A surprised chuckle comes out. “Fuckin’ perfect, babe. Fuckin’ perfect.” Leaning forward, his hand curls around the back of my head and he pulls me to him across the table, his mouth descending and ravishing mine. A kiss of possession.

  “For fuck’s sake, get a fuckin’ room.”

  I don’t know who shouted it, but Peg clearly thinks it’s a brilliant suggestion, as suddenly he stands, throwing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, slaps my ass, and I’m still laughing as he carries me out of the clubhouse, giggling as I hear Bruce Springsteen’s Thunder Road swiftly cut off mid verse.

  Chapter 17

  Peg

  This woman was made for me. Nothing I do or say seems to scare her off. She’s a perfect fit. She wants to kill my ex? Fucking perfection. Now I don’t want to waste another minute before feeling our bodies fitting together.

  I keep myself in shape, and I can quickly tell she does too—her body is pure muscle, adding to her weight. Though I’d like to make the grand gesture and carry her up to my suite, my stump where it meets the prosthesis is telling me I can’t. Outside the clubhouse I slide her back down from my shoulder and rest her feet on the ground, pulling her tightly against me, letting her feel my hardness.

  “Fuck, Woman, you turn me on like no one else.”

  “Fuck, Peg,” she parrots, and then stands on tiptoe to whisper. “My panties are wet.”

  I growl, grab her hand, and drag her up the track, forgetting she’s wearing high heels. She stumbles, but I’ve got her, swinging her around in my arms.

  She’s laughing so hard she bends double. “Eager or what?”

  “I’d fuckin’ carry you…”

  Now it’s her who links her arm through my right one, holding on tight. “Lead on, lover.”

  Taking her weight on my good leg, wondering if she took the correct side by accident or on purpose, I start walking again, making sure to match my speed to hers, wondering if I can ask her to walk barefoot so we get there faster. My suite seems a fucking long way away, but soon as we pass the other brothers’ blocs, two suites in each, we at last come to mine. Opening the door, I push her inside.

  We’ve not pushed for room at the compound, and as no one wanted to share with a grumpy old biker, I’ve adapted both suites. Got my bedroom one side, and the other’s turned into a living area—big screen TV and a music system to rival Drum’s. As I don’t spend time with the sweet butts, this is my home and a refuge for me.

  I don’t show her around, but instead, like a cave man, drag her straight into my bedroom.

  Her eyes widen as she sees my huge bed. “Not sure something like this would fit in my house.” She giggles.

  I’m not going to waste time on conversation. I sit on the bed and pull her in front of me between my legs. “Want you naked,” I rasp.

  Showing she’s completely on board with that idea, she takes a step back and raises her top, and with a little enticing wiggle she pulls it off, then blows me a kiss before removing her bra. As I go to reach for her gorgeous tits tipped by those enticing rings, she takes another step back and waggles her finger at me.

  If she wants to give me a show, I’ll let her. I lean back on my elbows and prepare to enjoy myself.

  It’s almost as if she’s listening to music in her head, moving to a beat I can’t hear, but keeping perfect rhythm as she moves those hips side to side. Still swaying in time, she turns her back toward me and reaches down to undo her sandals, able to touch her ankles without bending her knees or crouching. It puts her ass almost in my face, and my palms itch, wondering what it would look like adorned with my hand prints.

  Now she’s straightening and turning again, shimmying as she pushes her jeans down to the floor, kicking one leg out and then the other. Soon it’s just her panties left to go. As she hooks her thumbs in the elastic, my hand starts to stroke my rock-hard cock.

  Another slick move and her last garment is gone, and I feast my eyes on the red landing strip leading its way to a taste of heaven. My nostrils flare as I inhale her scent, loving she’s enriching the air in my room with that tinge of arousal.

  Pushing up on my arms, I begin to get to my feet, but again she gestures and waves me back down. Interested to see what she’s
going to do, I wait. She wastes no time closing the gap between us, pushing my legs together with her hands, then straddling my lap, her essence rubbing on my jeans, glistening arousal like a snail trail on the denim. Fuck, she’s turned on.

  She pushes aside my cut, slides it off my shoulders, and then puts it carefully on the bedside table. Next, taking the hem of my tee, pulls that over my head. Her eyes flare as they focus on my cut chest, and her hands rest on my shoulders. Again, I go to move, wanting to feel her bare skin touching mine.

  “Wait,” she demands.

  Once more I obey as she shuffles back and folds herself to her knees. A sassy smile appears on her face as she undoes my button and pulls down the zip. A tap on my thigh gets my ass rising, and carefully she pulls my jeans down, removing my boots and taking my pants right off.

  She looks at my prosthesis, stares at the strap where it’s fastened to my leg. A quick glance to my face, then when I nod, she’s working out how to undo it, and taking it off.

  Fuck, that’s hot. Women have either ignored it or been upset by it, but no one before has treated it in such a matter of fact way, as if it’s just as much a part of me as anything else. My cock jumps, bobbing against my stomach, waving as though to catch her attention.

  She’s viewing my stump with a frown on her face. “It looks red. Is it sore? Have you got anything to put on it?”

  A bit. I’ve been on it a long time today, and carrying her probably didn’t help. To test her, I say, “There’s cream in the drawer.”

  Without hesitation, she’s opening the drawer and holding up a tube. When I nod to agree she’s picked the right one, she squeezes some into her hands and massages the ointment into the reddened skin, her hands so gentle, so competent. To see a woman kneeling, doing something that seems even more intimate than sucking my cock, almost blows my mind, and I suck in a deep breath, rolling my head back as I’m filled with disbelief. How the fuck did I find her?

  She’s running her hands over my thigh, her fingers kneading my muscles as if she instinctively knows the compensatory work they need to do to make up for my inflexible lower leg.

  I enjoy her attentions, my breath leaving me on a satisfied sigh. As if I’ve signalled she’s done enough, both hands slide up my inner thighs, heading toward my groin. They advance then retreat, then do it again, gaining a little more ground each time. The hairs on my legs are standing up, every nerve ending in my body seeming alive. Now she’s skimming the edge of my balls, and seconds later she’s taking them between her hands, rubbing and lightly squeezing.

  Soon she’s at the root of my cock, and I’m watching everything that she does. My dark pubic hair a contrast to her curtain of red curly locks. A smirk, a wink, then she’s licking my shaft, moving her lips tantalisingly slowly up to the head.

  Her hands come out and cup my ass, applying a little pressure. Yes, if I move down, fuck, that’s it. She takes advantage, her mouth positioned right over my dick and oh, fuck, she’s taking me in.

  But not far enough. She sucks, and her cheeks hollow. Shit, that feels so damn good. Her lips move up and down, then up again, and her tongue comes out, licking the sensitive spot, then over each of my piercings. Fuck! One hands going under my ass, probing at my most private place.

  “Honey, I don’t think…”

  But she’s got other ideas. She sinks her mouth back over my cock, taking me deep until I touch the back of her throat. When she swallows around me, I’m not going to last long. When she does it again I almost explode. “Darlin’, pull away…”

  She doesn’t, her hand leaves my ass, thank fuck, but then reappears, and I feel a slickness and realise she’s used her own arousal to lubricate her finger, and she’s pushing it in. Fuck, there’s a burning sensation I don’t like, she’s got to stop, no one’s ever touched, shit, she’s humming and swallowing around me I’m on sensual overload. Her finger presses in further and touches my prostrate, and her mouth takes me so deep.

  I go off like a rocket blasting into space, my muscles spasming, my body shuddering as I empty my load. I can’t shut my eyes, need to see her throat working as she drinks down my cum.

  I’ve been given blow jobs by experts, by a fuck load of talented women, but never, never has it been anything like as good as this.

  My deflating cock slips out of her mouth, and she licks around it, cleaning me off, making sure she doesn’t miss a drop.

  I’m a man who likes to be in control, but she stripped me of it completely, and I don’t give one fucking damn.

  “Com’ere.” I feel drained, and for a moment just want to hold her. As she starts to move for me, I use my abdominal muscles to pull myself up, putting my arms around her and pulling her to me, cradling her head to my still heaving chest.

  “What the fuck was that?” I ask, when I can speak properly.

  “You like?” I feel her smile against my skin.

  “Yeah. I fuckin’ like.” I agree. Her finger in my ass? Yeah, I even liked that.

  Now I’m taking charge, turning her over and pushing her onto her back. First, I need to take her mouth, to taste me on her, an incredibly compelling flavour that incites me, and blood once again engorges my cock.

  “My turn,” I whisper as I plant a last kiss on her lips.

  As I move down her body, I take time to worship her breasts, working her pert nipples between my fingers, gently pulling at the rings then pinching until I find just the right pressure, then repeating the same devotion with my mouth and teeth. A mild suck and little nip has her writhing, and I memorise what brings her pleasure. Next, I move lower, stroking her stomach, admiring how taut her muscles are. Leaning forward, I place a gentle kiss above her mound.

  Imagining her flat belly swollen with my baby inside, I ask, “Do you ever want kids?” My voice is gruff, rich with emotion as I continue, “Will you have mine?”

  Her indrawn breath tells her I’ve surprised her. I raise my eyes to see she’s lifted her head off the pillow, her cheeks flushed, her pupils enlarged. “Peg?”

  I don’t know if she’s using my name as a comment in answer to my question, or an admonishment to get down to the good stuff. Kissing her stomach once again, sucking hard enough to leave my mark there, I follow that landing strip leading me down and, without warning, suck hard on her clit.

  Her back bows as she gasps with surprise.

  I raise my head, she shudders as though anxious for me to get back to what I was doing. When I’m not quick enough, she prompts me by saying my name again. “Peg?”

  Smoothing my hand over her cheek, I make my admission. “I like to be in control, darlin’.”

  “I can tell that.”

  “No, control,” I emphasize, my eyes looking at her seriously. “I want to play, to restrain you. But fuck, after what that fucker did today…”

  Her sharp indrawn breath tells me she understands. Taking my hand in hers, she lowers it and pushes on my fingers. “He didn’t do anything Peg. And that’s down to you.” She pauses, and her mouth purses. “There’s always what might have beens, especially on my job. I won’t waste my time worried about something that didn’t happen. He’s not here, Peg. But you are. And see what you do to me?”

  Her cream is drenching my bed. She wants this.

  She fixes her eyes on mine and smiles. “Go ahead and play, Peg.”

  I’m unsure, but she’s tempting me so much. “Tell me if it’s too much,” I order. “You want me to stop, I will.”

  She grins and lifts my hand, offering it to me. I lick her arousal off my fingers, and fuck me, I’m completely lost. She’s mine. And now she’s going to get all of me.

  Leaving her briefly, I pull something from under the bed. Flash leans up on her elbows, watching me. “What’s that?”

  I ignore her question, just proceed with my task, gently fastening one ankle to either side, then ratcheting the device apart, leaving her wide open to me, unable to close her thighs.

  “Peg?”

  “It’s a spreader bar, ba
be. Does what it says on the tin.” Then I’m moving up over her body, taking one hand, then the other, and handcuffing them to the metal swivel ring at the top of my bed.

  I sit back on my haunches and admire her. She’s captive, and I can do what I like. She tries the bindings holding her, and finding she can’t move, a red flush extends from her head to her feet. Suddenly I’m concerned. “You alright? Is this too much?”

  “It’s perfect.” She breathes and jangles the cuffs. “They’re lined and so soft.” She wriggles as if to test her constraints. “You can do what you want to me, can’t you?” Her eyes meet mine again, her pupils dilated and her voice husky as she gives me permission. “Do your worst, Peg.”

  I’m blown away by how much she trusts me, then get my head back into the game. “Stay still,” I say, unnecessarily, as there’s really not far she can move.

  “Just don’t leave me hanging,” she replies, making me huff a laugh as I get back to work.

  Lifting the spreader bar until it’s resting over my shoulders, I take a moment to just admire how open she is to me and she can do nothing about it. I swipe my hands from her clit to her sweet dripping cunt, collecting her essence and licking my fingers clean. Then I do it again, this time with lubricated fingers, continuing down where I circle her tight little rose.

  “Christ. Peg.”

  “Hmm? Just doing what you did to me, darlin’.” Fuck did that have an effect I’d never imagined.

  “I’ve never…”

  “No?” Seeing how bold she was with me, I’d assume someone had introduced her to ass play before. Fucking ace, something’s been saving for me. I continue to play, circling and pushing in a finger. She tenses, so my other hand finds her clit and circles it. Then I put another finger in her ass, scissoring them inside her.

  “Peg!” She tries to writhe, but I’ve got hold of her too tightly. I can’t go further today, but soon, very soon.

  Unable to resist any longer, I lower my head and sweep my tongue into her channel, lapping up all her cream. Then suck her clit into my mouth, biting down gently. My hand curls up inside her, finding that place that will drive her wild.