The Baby Bump_Black Knights MC

by Sophia Gray

  “Oh god! Oh god!” she chanted. Her belly caved in with her intake of air, and her thighs began to tremble while I continued to flick her clit. “Rafe…oh, fuck…oh fuck.” The woman had lost her ability to finish a thought.

  I looked up at her then. Her head was thrown back, her eyes at the ceiling. That wouldn’t fucking do. “Look at me,” I growled, thrusting harder into her pussy. She tilted her head down, and our eyes locked. “You watch when I have my face buried in your pussy, got me?”

  “Yeah…sure…fuck.” She nodded.

  “Do you think that’s how you answer me?” I took her clit between my teeth and bit down. And damn if that woman didn’t nearly come right then.

  “Yes, Rafe. I got you. Please…so…close.” She kept her eyes on me, didn’t try pressing me back toward her, but kept her hands in my hair.

  “There you are, good girl. Now come for me, come hard.” I went back to licking her clit and finger fucking her. Her thighs trembled harder and her body tightened. Close as hell.

  Sucking her clit into my mouth had been the last straw. Her thighs clamped around me and she let out a howl as her cunt gripped my fingers with the force of her orgasm. I lapped up the juices as fast as they came. I could feel every wave of her pussy on my fingers while I stroked her slower, bringing her back down from her orgasm.

  Her fingers softened in my hair, and her body relaxed against the desk. Wiping my mouth off on her thigh, I stood up to my full height. Her chest heaved with her breath, her lips were slightly swollen from my previous kiss, but it was her eyes that drew me in. The large deep green eyes watching me as I unbuckled my belt. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” I grinned.

  Her bottom lip sucked into her mouth. I leaned over her, kissing her, and pulled that lip back out with my teeth. She winced at my teeth biting down, but her pelvis reaching out toward me told me she didn’t mind all that much.

  “Turn around, baby.” I spun her around to face the wall, and pressed my hand to her upper back, shoving her chest down to the desk. Fuck, her ass was sweet! I wouldn’t deny myself. I let my hands roam over the round globs, the milky white skin beneath my hands made me want to slap it, bring some color to the surface. But she wasn’t ready for that, not yet, not this time.

  I pulled out a rubber from my wallet and rolled it over my cock, stroking it a few times to take some of the edge off. Having wanted to stick myself into her for the past hour had me ready to go. Using my thumbs, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and took a look at the beauty before me. Her pussy glistened with her arousal, and her tight asshole puckered just above.

  She looked at me over her shoulder with curiosity. “Are you going to fuck me, or not?” she asked.

  “You come once, and you get mouthy?” I pulled my hand back and delivered a harsh slap to her right cheek. The red imprint of my hand was immediate as was the harsh air she sucked in. So much for waiting on that. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.” I tapped her puckered asshole. “You ever been fucked here before, Beth?”

  “No.” She shook her head and clenched tight.

  I laughed. “Don’t worry, not this time.” That was the second time I’d had that thought. Like there would be a second time? Not for me, never. One night, one fuck, that was it. Positioning my dick at her entrance, I let go of her cheeks and gripped her waist.

  With one quick thrust I pushed into her, stilling myself once I was in up to my balls. “Fuck. You’re so tight. How can you be so tight?” I pulled out and slammed back into her, hearing her grunt and wanting to hear it again. Over and over I thrust into her, with her matching each of my movements. The woman seemed to be hungrier than me, the way she bounced back at me, searching out my cock.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck…” She started her chanting again. Her ass slapped against my thighs as we continued to fuck hard and fast. My cock wanted to explode, and wouldn’t be waylaid much longer. Her pussy was so hot, so fucking wet, and clamped around my dick.

  “Come for me again.” I reached over and grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her chin up until she was looking upward. Her back arched, sticking her ass out more for me as I plunged into her deep. “Fuck. Beth. Come now!” I slapped her ass again and before the blood even rose to the surface she was screaming out into the room with another orgasm.

  This time my cock felt each wave, and it dragged me right into the sea of orgasmic bliss with her. I was sure anyone standing anywhere near the door of Jonny’s office heard me growl as I thrust into her once more, letting my orgasm take me.

  For several long moments, we stayed it hat position. I rested my head on her back, sucking in air like I had just run around the block too many times. A thin layer of moisture covered her smooth skin and l trailed my finger down her spine when I finally stood back up, pulling out of her pussy and feeling the need to get back inside of her boil beneath my skin already. “Stay there, don’t move,” I ordered with a pinch to her hip.

  I took care of the rubber and zipped myself back up before I found a clean rag in one of Jonny’s cabinets to help clean her up. She hadn’t stood up, but watched me from where she laid with her face pressed against the desk. I figured it was more from wanting to be somewhat modest than from being obedient. She didn’t seem to have much obedience in her, but I would find it and drag it out of her. I always did.

  “Don’t move.” I gave her light tap to her ass when she tried to take the rag from my hands. She let out a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. I wiped her clean, and tossed the rag in the garbage can. Picking up her clothes I held them out to her. “Okay, turn around.”

  She stood up, and turned. Her eyes soft and her hair mussed from the sound fucking she just took. To say I was pleased would sound cocky, but fuck, she looked like she’d just had the time of her life.

  My intention was to hand her clothes back one piece at a time. I wanted to soak in her body as she covered it back up, but the loud banging on the door prevented that from happening. “Beth! Are you in there? Beth!” The banging got louder.

  “My friends.” She held the bundle of clothes in front of her, hiding the treasure of her body.

  “Get dressed, I’ll take care of them.” I gave her a wink and headed to the door where the banging continued as well as the yelling for her. “Oh, for shit’s sake,” I grumbled. the last thing I wanted to do deal with was her overreacting friends.

  “Rafe.” Her little voice stilled me. “Uh, thanks, I guess.”

  “Oh, we aren’t done, baby. That was just round one.” I winked.

  “I have to go home. I have…well, I need to get home.”

  I wanted to press her, to find out what was so important that she needed to abandon me so early in the night, but the girls on the other side of the door began to kick it. I knew it was feet hitting the door because I also heard Jonny yell at them to stop kicking his fucking door.

  “One sec, babe.” I opened the door just enough to squeeze outside without revealing her glorious nakedness to the entire bar.

  “Hey!” The blonde wearing too much make-up tried to move around me to get to the door, but one glare from me and she stiffened. “Where’s Beth?” she asked in a much quieter tone.

  “She’ll be out when she’s ready.” I crossed my arms over my chest and got comfortable. She didn’t need her friends barging in while she finished getting dressed, and I wasn’t about to let them start harassing her.

  A loud whistle caught my attention and I scanned the crowd. Jason, our club president finally showed up. He made his way through the men and took a seat at the bar. I needed to talk with him, but I didn’t want to leave Beth to these girls either.

  The problem solved itself as the door slowly opened behind me. A small hand tapped my back. “Rafe, it’s just me,” she said. I twisted around to look at her. All put back together, and looking even more fuckable than before.

  “Hey. I have to talk with someone real quick. Stick around, and I’ll take you home.”

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bsp; “We’ll get her home.” One of the twins poked my back. I decided to ignore it.

  “Just sit at the bar and have a drink.”

  “I came with them; they’ll get me home. Besides, it’s late. I have to get going. Long shift tomorrow.” She looked at her wrist where a wide leather banded watch clung to her arm. I hadn’t seen a woman wear a watch, much less such a practical-looking one, in almost a lifetime.

  “Rafe! Get your ass over here!” Jason’s bark could be heard easily over all the clanging and laughing of the bar. I held up my hand to let him know I heard him, and I’d be there in a minute.

  “Fine. Give me your phone.” I held out my hand. I had seen it in her back pocket but didn’t grab for it. With her friends playing mother hen and Jason waiting on me, her cooperation would make things easier.

  “What for?” She tilted her head. Her green eyes stared up at me, and I wanted to take her back into the office for another round of fucking, and teaching her not to question me. I hated explaining shit. The guys on our crew knew if I said to do something to just fucking do it. Don’t make me explain. But she didn’t know that about me yet.

  “I’m gonna put my number in it.” I shook my hand, indicting for her to hurry the fuck up and listen.

  She shook her head. I wouldn’t lie and say it pissed me off. The little rebellious streak of hers actually made her even more fuckable. A conquest.

  “Just write it down for me.”

  I leaned lower, so her friends wouldn’t hear what I was telling her. She could repeat it to them if she wanted to, but my words were for her ears only. “Give me your phone, or do we need to go back inside and talk about that mouth of yours again. Maybe this time, instead of one slap to your ass, I’ll give you a dozen. Or better yet, we could put that gorgeous mouth to better use.” I used the tip of my middle finger to pull her lower lip from where she bit down on it. “What’s it gonna be, Beth?”

  Damn if her pupils didn’t dilate right there on the spot. The soft pink tint to her cheeks when she looked past me over to her friends didn’t escape me either. “Fine,” she mumbled, and handed me her phone.

  After I tapped my info into the phone, I grabbed her arm and spun her to the side, sliding the phone back into her pocket. She shot me a disgruntled look once I let her go, but I just grinned and kissed her cheek. “Text me when you get home.”

  “And if I don’t?” Raised chin, narrowed eyes, arms crossed over her chest…woman liked to push boundaries. That was okay, I loved pushing back.

  “I’ll have to find you to be sure you’re safe and sound. Then I’ll make good on that promise to spank your naughty ass.” Teasing her was quickly becoming my favorite thing to do.

  Her eyes widened just a hair. Enough that I noticed because I was studying her reaction, but not enough anyone else would see. “Fine. Whatever.” I let her push past me and join her friends. She could pretend the last half hour in the office hadn’t happened, that she wasn’t putty in my hands, but that show was for everyone else. By the way she looked over her shoulder at me one last time before she disappeared into the crowd told me she knew damn well who owned that hot little body of hers.

  ***

  Jason shoved JC off his stool. “Beat it. I need to talk with our VP.” JC nodded toward me and took his beer elsewhere. I motioned for Jonny to bring me a drink then turned to my president.

  “What’s up? Why the long face?” Jason and I had been friends since middle school. His mom worked with mine at the diner where she waited tables while we were in school. Most of our time growing up had been spent goofing off and taking care of my younger brother and his little sister while our mom’s worked themselves to the bone.

  He looked around the motioned for me to follow him. I grabbed my drink from Jonny and for the second time that night found myself headed for Jonny’s office. “Holy fuck, it smells like pussy and sex in here.” He laughed after he shut the door behind me.

  “We could open a window,” I suggested with a wide grin.

  He laughed. “And not let you get a whiff of your conquest? Nah, forget it.” Jason walked his straggly figure around the desk and plopped down in Jonny’s chair. A knife fight a few years back left Jason with a slight limp and chronic pain in his back. The man used to be able to bench his weight plus a club whore or two, but since the fight he couldn’t do more than lift the weight bar before needing to take a break.

  “What is it?” I leaned forward in my chair.

  “I’m stepping down as president,” he announced. “This fucking back and knee make me useless in a fight and the club needs a leader who can offer both smarts and muscle. That ain’t me no more.”

  “Stephanie putting you up to this?” I asked with a hard tone. His wife blamed the club for his injuries. I wouldn’t say she wasn’t totally wrong—it had been a club fight that got him hurt. But that was the life. People got hurt, some got killed, but the risks were outweighed by the benefits. The club provided us plenty of money, more than we’d make waiting tables or hauling lumber over at the yard like most of the schmucks in town. When the money didn’t keep us warm, the abundance of women jumping on us took care of that just fine.

  “Nah, don’t go blaming her.” He shook his head, running his hand through his already messed up hair. He must have been thinking about it all day. “This shit with Hell’s Spawn is starting to get heavy. The more they push into our territory the more blood gets shed, and I can’t get out there with the guys no more. If I can’t lead my men into the thick of it, I can’t lead them.” His shoulders dropped, but the fierceness never left his eyes. He’d always told me leaders led by example, and he lived by his word if nothing else.

  “We can take them out, you don’t have to go charging into every fucking fight,” I pointed out. Hell, most of the run-ins came during our runs out of town; Jason didn’t need to be on those anymore anyway.

  He only shook his head at me. “I made my decision.” Leaning forward, resting his forearms on the desk, he pointed a single finger at me with narrowed eyes. “The members are going to vote for my replacement Monday night.”

  “Already?” I cursed under my breath. “Why the fuck are you just telling me this shit now?” I knew why. Jason and I grew up practically brothers, but his getting married and settling down had put distance between us. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Stephanie. Hell, when she hung around the club I’d wanted to get her legs wrapped around me a few times. If Jason hadn’t already sunk his dick in her, I would have, but as it went, territory had been marked. No, it wasn’t Stephanie. Jason’s priorities changed. He loved the club, that didn’t change, but he’d give it up for his wife—and that was what drove the wedge between us. The club was my family, second to no one. “You have to name your backing.” I sat back in my chair.

  The queasy feeling in my stomach told me he wasn’t telling me all of this at the last minute because he was going to be throwing my name on the table. A long minute passed between us before he finally let out a long breath. “I don’t know who I’m backing. You’re the fucking VP so logical choice, but Gray has as much hunger for the club as you.”

  “Gray?” I kept myself from launching out of my chair, but fuck if my heart wasn’t starting to pound in my chest and my blood was getting a little too hot to handle. Gray Anderson didn’t give two shits about the club. He wanted power. All of it. When I beat him out for the VP slot, he crashed up half his fucking room. He’d never done a damn thing for the club unless he reaped some benefit for it. With him as President the whole club would be at his fucking disposal. Even as VP I wouldn’t be able to stop his crazy shit. “You have to be out of your mind.” I pointed at Jason. “You know as well as I do what a fucking leach that asshole is. He’ll suck the club dry for his own gain. We’ll be at war with not only Hell’s Spawn but any other club he decides he wants to take over their territory.”

  Jason put up two hands to ward off my argument. “I know the fucker’s selfish as they come and power hungry as I’d ever seen,
but some of the guys like the hunger he has. He’s got a few ideas for the club to make even more money—and not running more guns.” Every time I mentioned getting us out of the gun running shit, I had been shot down. Easy money everyone always claimed.

  “Like what?”

  “Strip club.” Jason’s lips pulled up in a tight smile.

  “Strip club? Fuck you, Jason. You told me no to that shit years ago when I brought it up.”

  He laughed. “You were fucking drunk at the time and was only saying that because you were fucking teasing me about my sister. Look, I agree he’s an ass, but the guys are warm to him.”

  “That doesn’t mean you have to fucking back him,” I pointed out, and heaved myself out of my chair. The scent of the room changed. Gone was the sexy aroma of Beth’s pussy, and in its place a foul, bitter air settled between us.