by Alexa Rynn
“You have to stop,” he gasped, making no reach to stop me.
“I just want to see it,” I informed him. “Please?”
He didn’t answer for a second, too busy enjoying the pleasure I was giving him through his boxers. “Okay,” he moaned. “Just to look.”
I smiled in satisfaction and stuck my hand inside of his boxers, pulling his hard cock out. Just stroking it with my bare hand I could tell how huge it was. It was so long and thick that I could barely fit my hand around half of it. I took my time jerking him off, rotating between going fast and slow until I was sure he was nice and turned on. I nuzzled my face into his chest while I stroked it, letting my face get lower and lower. I could feel his heart starting to race fast in his broad chest from being so worked up.
“Danger,” I whispered.
He moaned loudly.
I dipped my head under the blanket, not waiting for a further response. I started at the bottom and licked his huge scope all the way up to the top then took it in my mouth slowly, starting to work it in and out while I moaned. Something about knowing I had my stepbrother’s cock in my mouth was a turn on and I started working it faster in and out of my mouth, going crazy on it. Danger let out a moan from above the covers and I groaned back in satisfaction, happy that I was making him feel so good.
After a few minutes, his hand crept down under the blanket and took me by the back of my head. I stopped and let him guide me, letting him move my head up and down really fast for a few minutes. He pulled my head off of him slowly and I opened wide knowing what he wanted. He stuck his cock in my mouth and shoved it so far down my mouth that I could feel it in my throat. I kept it there for as long as I could, working it in and out, moaning.
“Fuck, Kat,” he moaned loudly. “You take it so fucking deep.”
I grunted in satisfaction and shoved it even further in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he said, practically yelling. “Yeah, right there, good girl.”
I kept going faster and faster; taking his praise in with pleasure.
“You’re gonna make me fucking cum, Kat.”
I went faster and faster, waiting.
“I’m going to bust so hard, Kat. I want you to swallow every drop, baby.”
I got so happy when he called me baby that I got another surge of energy and started going even faster. After a few more seconds he exploded in my mouth and I swallowed every drop just like he said. I put my head on his chest, gasping as my breath came back. I could feel his heart racing and I loved listening to it as it beat slower and slower coming back down to normal.
“Fuck,” he said. “That was so good. It was wrong but so fucking good.”
I grinned into his chest. It might have been wrong but I didn’t even care.
I was guessing I wasn’t so little to him anymore.
PART TWO
JENNIFER
Trigger Ford was the sexiest man in our city and he knew it, too. He pounced around on the streets like he owned them, like a dog on the prowl for anyone who was trying to come into his territory. His tan skin was smooth and silky, his hair and facial hair always perfectly trim, and his deep brown eyes always intense. His style was flawless. Always dressed head to toe in nice clothes, the nicest brands on his body.
He demanded attention every place he went, not by any fault of his own, just by his looks and power alone. I had spent all of high school watching him from afar, watching him lead the boys around him, and watching him dominate half of the girls in our school. Everybody worshiped him, so, of course, he had no idea who I was.
I was never what you would consider popular in high school. Bigger than most of the other girls, it was rare for me to get much if any attention from boys. It had bothered me when I was younger, but in my later years, I was happy to be ignored. Being ignored was better than being made fun of. Being ignored was better than being a hoe. I never wanted to be one of those girls that would use their chest or body to get what they wanted from guys.
The worst I got was a few rude comments about my weight. I had never been loud and outgoing like most of the girls around my neighborhood, too shy to be that aggressive with others. I wasn’t even that outgoing with people I was close to, let alone strangers.
By the last year of high school, I felt invisible. My mom had worked hard to get her lift back on track after her battle with alcohol and drugs. After years of struggles, being broke and high, and putting us in the sketchiest situations she had finally had a breakthrough when her sister had died two years earlier from cancer. My Aunt Tammy had been my mom’s best friend, the one person who would never give up on her.
After Tammy’s death, my mom really straightened up, getting off anything that wasn’t organic, and going back to work at a local nursing home. She worked her ass off trying to give us the best but once you’re in dangerous situations, it’s hard to get out, almost impossible. In the end, we were able to move out of the crack head complex I had grown up in with my little sisters, but only to a slightly better apartment a few blocks over. My mom was still working hard to get us further out of the inner city, though. I had a lot of respect for my mom even though she had put me through a lot of hardships. At least she was around. Unlike my father, who had split as soon as he found out my mom was having a baby. I had no idea who he even was. I could have walked by him on the street tomorrow and never known it.
Anyway, once we were in our new neighborhood, I was left alone more.
It was safer and more stable: fewer people around willing to sell their soul for something shiny and new.
But I didn’t care about other people selling their soul. I was only worried about my soul and the souls of my family. That was why I had busted my ass in high school to get a scholarship to attend the local university. Most kids in my school didn’t take much serious. Our graduation rate was one of the lowest in the state, but I had never wanted to be a victim. Never wanted to be a white trash welfare baby who never made any money of her own, so I had busted my butt.
Better for me to keep my mouth shut and take everything about getting my diploma as serious as I could. Someone who didn’t take school seriously, though, was Trigger. I never saw him open a book, he barely listened in class, looking bored and like he couldn’t be bothered with anything else about coming to school besides the fact that he could flirt with girls.
We were from different worlds, him from the popular crowd, leading everyone, and filled with power. Not just at school, but on the streets too. Me, from the handful of losers who circled the halls lusting after him and his sexy friends, knowing that after high school I would never be in contact with someone that perfect again.
Which is why I was surprised to see him on my first day of college.
But there he was when I opened the door and headed into my first class of the day.
Sitting in the back row like it made perfect sense.
I felt my heart start to quicken in my chest at the sight of him. Dressed in black jeans and a white t-shirt, his signature leather jacket across his back, just like the last time I had seen him, on the last day of my senior year. The only difference was that he looked even more handsome in just a few short months if that was possible.
I forced myself to take my eyes off of him, picking a seat in the very front of the room. I busied myself taking my notebooks and books out of my old bookbag, trying to make sense out of what the hell he could be doing there.
I knew he wouldn’t remember me. We had never even talked in high school. Still, something about him being there bothered me. It hadn’t felt right. I had spent the bus ride over here thinking about how college was a fresh start for me. No one here knew me; no one knew where I was from, or about my family drama. I wasn’t the same shy girl no one looked at twice; I could be anyone I wanted.
Him being there threatened all that. It reminded me of my real life that was only a short bus ride away. What was he doing here anyway? He never even paid attention in school, as far as I knew he hadn’t even graduated,
how could he be in college?
From what I knew about his family, I doubted they would have been too thrilled about Trigger being there. He had two older brothers who ran a powerful motorcycle club and Trigger was next in line to join the committee. They demanded respect by any means possible. That meant guns, drugs, and intimidating other people by any means necessary is how the Ford brothers rolled. Just like the rest of the Blazing Devils. They weren’t the kind of guys you wanted to mess with.
They were all pretty secretive about their club, not revealing too much to anyone, but I was pretty sure it had something to do with a lot of drugs and a lot of money. I didn’t know that much about them, not because I didn’t want to, but more because the Ford brothers had a way of finding out if you were asking around about them, and they had a way of making you stop and quick.
I knew that Trigger was the youngest, then his half-brother Danger, and the oldest was Link. I wasn’t sure but I was pretty sure they all had different moms and the same dad. He had been a huge player back in the day but had settled down with a woman in the last six or so years that he seemed to be pretty in love with and apparently decided that he wanted nothing to do with the club; even if his sons did.
I only knew because I had been in the same grade with the daughter of the girl that Carl Ford had fallen in love with. As far as I knew Kat still lived in an apartment on the other side of town with Danger, her mom, and his dad. I had no idea if Trigger or Link lived with them or not, but I doubted it. It seemed like they all had their own part of the city and club that they dominated so that no base would be uncovered.
I snuck a look back at Trigger and jumped a little in my seat when I realized he was looking right back at me. Those eyes had never looked at me before. My heart started racing in my chest. Did he recognize me? No, he couldn’t. There was no way he could have any idea who I was; he had never even spoken to me.
The teacher walked in then and I forced myself to try and pay attention to what she was saying and not worry about Trigger Ford. But it was hard when I was all too aware of how close he was to me; just like in high school.
I found myself thinking about Kat. That must have been so weird for her. As far as I knew she was a pretty normal girl. I could barely handle being in the same room with Trigger Ford, I couldn’t imagine being brought into their family with a snap of a finger. I wondered if they really treated her like a sister.
I was so busy worrying about the Ford Brothers and the Blazing Devils that my first class of college flew by and before I knew it, it was almost time to go. I cursed myself for not paying more attention, but I figured the first class was mostly just paperwork and stuff anyway. No one taught anything important on the first day. Did they?
Maybe college was different than high school.
As soon as she dismissed us for the day, I threw my notebooks into my bag at lightning speed and practically ran out of the room. There was no use in attracting any more attention from Trigger than I already had.
I made it all the way down the sidewalk and toward the city bus stop on the other side of the school with intense speed. It was Friday. I wouldn’t have class again until the next Tuesday. That meant I had the entire weekend plus Monday to figure out what the hell I was going to do about this.
I didn’t know why Trigger Ford had such an effect on me, but he did. Even in high school I had found myself watching him from afar wondering what was going on in that pretty head of his. It was harmless then, but the way he was looking at me back there, all intense and dangerous, it made me feel weird. It made me feel like I didn’t have control over my own emotions and I hated that. It reminded me too much of the time in my life that was surrounded by drugs and crime. A part of my life I hated thinking about unless I absolutely had to.
But I had three days to recover, three days to figure out just how to deal with it. Or at least to figure out how to avoid being all hot and bothered at the sight of him. It was only a class, one class. I still couldn’t shake how weird it was that he was there, though.
Three days was enough time, I told myself, trying to throw some comfort into the pit of my stomach that had suddenly lunged into a bunch of knots. But the comfort was short lived. Because at that moment Trigger decided to pull up next to me at the bus stop and roll his window down.
It’s weird not seeing him on the bike he would pull into school everyday riding. I was used to hearing the roar of the engine at the sight of him, but today he was in a dark black infinity with tinted windows and a shiny interior. He didn’t t say anything for a second, just watching me with intense eyes.
My heart started racing. What the hell was he doing here? How had he found me? And what the hell did he want with me? I glanced around nervously. There were only a few other people waiting for the bus. An older woman and a young girl, neither of them seemed to be paying any attention to what was going on.
Trigger smirks a little; clearly able to tell I was nervous.
“Get in the car.” His voice was deep and filled with little emotion; like the thought of me not getting in his car isn’t an option. It was clear he wasn’t really asking me. He just assumed I would do whatever he said, probably because everyone else did.
I looked at the car again; stunned by what was happening.
He sighed. “It’s not stolen, relax.”
“I wasn’t thinking that,” I somehow found the words over the huge lump that was in my throat. Part of me actually was thinking that, but whatever. I wasn’t going to let him know that.
“Get in the car, Jennifer,” he told me again.
The fact that he knew my name was enough to make me even more scared than I had already been just a few seconds ago. How did he know my name? We had never even spoken before!
“No,” I told him, taking a few steps further back on the curb to prove my point. He sighed, throwing the car into park and opening the door to get out. He left the engine running in the middle of the street.
I gasped. “You can’t leave the car in the middle of the street like that!”
A few cars had already been waiting for him while he tried to get me in the car and now the line behind his running sports car was starting to grow more and more. Someone honked out in the distance.
“It’s going to stay there until you get in,” he said, unfazed by the line of growing cars forming on the street.
“I’m not going anywhere with you!” I hissed.
Someone honked again and the older woman sitting on the bench sighed at the loudness. “Can you two take your domestic dispute somewhere else? Some of us are trying to read,” she said, burying her head back into the book in her lap.
“Yes, we can,” Trigger said.
“It’s not a domestic dispute!” I tell her.
Trigger snickered and glanced over his shoulder. “You’re really starting to hold up traffic now.”
“I’ll call the police,” I whispered desperately.
Trigger laughed. “Go ahead. What are you going to tell them? A nice guy offered to give you a ride home from school?”
The guy in the car behind Trigger is honking his horn at full force now, and after a second, he got our of the car and started hollering at us. “Hey! Move your fucking car, man! What’s the holdup?”
Trigger raised his eyebrows at me, not bothering to turn around.
“Some of us have places to be! You’re taking up the whole road!”
“Get back in your car,” Trigger called to the guy over his shoulder, still not breaking his intense gaze from mine. He was so fucking sexy.
“Get your bitch in the car and get the fuck on your way!” The guy called out, getting more pissed by the moment. I could see the vein in his neck starting to pop out as he looked at the back of Trigger’s head.
What he nuts? Didn’t he know no one talked to Trigger Ford like that?
“Excuse me,” Trigger said to me calmly. He pulled a small gun out of the waist of his pants and turned around, pointing it at the guy. “What the fuck did you
just say to me?” He moved further away from me, pointing the gun steadily at the man’s pale face.
A look of fear came over the guy’s face as he turned a shade of white. “I… I… I’m sorry… I’m sorry”
“What the fuck did you say?”
“Nothing. I said nothing,” the guy stammered, his eyes still on Trigger’s gun.
“That’s what I thought. Get back in your fucking car and shut the fuck up.”
The guy did as he was told and Trigger turned back toward me putting the gun back where he had just gotten it a few seconds earlier. I could feel the noise of the street spinning in and out around me. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Had he really just done that?
“Can we go?” Trigger asked, suddenly calm. “Before I kill someone in the middle of the fucking street, Jennifer.” He motioned to the line of cars behind him, a dangerous look in his eyes.
“Jesus, lady,” the younger girl said to me. “Just go with him.”
“Yeah, Jennifer,” Trigger said. “Just go with me.”
I looked back at the long line of traffic forming behind Trigger’s car and the look on the face of the guy who had just gotten a gun pointed at him. The color was still missing from it.
Then I nodded and walked silently toward the car.
Trigger was acting totally normal; like he didn’t just point a gun at someone in the middle of the street next to our school. In fact, he was being almost pleasant, like there was nothing to be scared of at all. He asked where I lived and I told him a few streets over from where I really lived. I wasn’t trying to let this crazy MC member know where I really lived.
He started driving toward my neighborhood.
I snuck a peek at him out of the corner of my eye.
He caught me staring at him and snickered. “Like what you see?”
“No,” I snapped. “I’m just wondering what the hell you want from me. And how did you know my name?” I asked without waiting for him to answer the first question.
