Trust Me: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Cristal Pierre

  Focus, goddamnit, she reprimands herself.

  Before she can overthink any further, she descends her lips upon Lucas’ and finally closes the distance between them. She nips at his bottom lip and tugs, and she feels him smiling against the kiss. Then, she swipes her tongue across the partition of his lips and begs for entrance. When he breathes out a soft sigh, she takes the opportunity and darts her tongue forward. Now, they’re in a dance of tongues – kissing, tugging, and biting.

  As she moves her lips against his, the nervousness slowly vanishes. She may not be able to see him, but she can certainly feel him. She feels his hands and fingers exploring the expanse of her skin. She feels his growing bulge against her legs. When Lucas’ arms wrap around her body, she feels the knots inside her disappearing and her confidence coming back.

  “I’ll rock your world tonight,” she whispers against Lucas’ ear before she starts to land a trail of kisses from his lips to his neck. Lucas presses down harder on the small of her back and pushes Valerie closer to him as she continues to suck and bite on skin. Displeased at the distraction his polo shirt poses, Lucas’ hands leave Valerie’s body in an impatient attempt to discard his clothes. When Lucas makes a move to unbutton his pants, Valerie lays a hand over his.

  “Let me do it,” she says with a smirk he cannot see before she runs a hand up and down his erection. He groans at her teasing.

  With her fingers, she pulls his pants down then throws it on the floor. As she crawls forward and hovers over him, Valerie purposely brushes her groin against his. She’s wet and moist against her lace panties. He’s hard and throbbing against the cotton of his boxers. It’s only a matter of time until the fireworks start…if it hasn’t already.

  Taking charge, Lucas flips Valerie over until he’s hovering above her. With his elbows propped on each side of her face, he has her caged. There’s no way out for Valerie, not when she’s blindfolded and only in her panties…not that she wants to leave.

  The ‘right now’ and the ‘what’s to come’ excite her. She doesn’t know what to expect; she doesn’t know where his hands will be the next second; she doesn’t even have any idea how he’s feeling at the moment.

  Then, Lucas’ hands close around the waistband of her panties, and in a matter of seconds, he pulls her panties down and off her legs. His fingers start to trail up and down her thighs. He’s looking for her pussy.

  Bingo.

  “Ugh…” Valerie moans, arching her back off the bed when she feels a finger or two inside her.

  In and out and in and out his fingers push. He parts his fingers inside her, stretching and pleasuring her. She’s wet and begging, and it’s turning him on more than ever.

  Valerie pulls her legs up and props the soles of her feet on the bed to give Lucas better access. Kneeling in between her thighs, Lucas starts to pick up his pace, his fingers pounding in and out of Valerie. Valerie moves her head to the side, savoring the feel of his fingers working their magic on her. She can’t wait until he’s inside her. Her eyes fly wide open beneath the blindfold when Lucas’ other hand closes around her clit, and he starts to rub.

  “Yes…” she whispers, as she starts to hump his fingers. She wants them much deeper inside her, but fingers can only go so deep. “Yes…”

  Valerie almost loses it when his mouth closes over the lips of her pussy and starts to suck. She feels his tongue darting in and out of her against his fingers. She loves the feeling of his tongue and fingers working together, the softness of his flesh a very different texture to the internal ridges of her pussy.

  In and out and in and out.

  After a while, Valerie pulls Lucas’ fingers out of her and plants her hands on his waist. She tugs him and makes him lie on his back. When her fingers land on the waistband of his boxers, she can’t help but tip the corners of her lips up into a grin. Even though he can’t see the expression on her face, Lucas knows she’s excited for what to come. They both are. Valerie deftly pulls his boxers off him and throws the cotton across the room. It’s a bummer she can’t see his erection; she can’t see what she’s going to deal with it, but she revels in the moment. This element of surprise and not seeing one another add to the tension. She’ll let her hands, mouth, and pussy be the judge of him.

  “Fuck…” Lucas breathes out when he feels Valerie’s lips close around his head. Then, he feels her fingers, slick with her own saliva, wrap around his shaft. He shivers at the feel of her tongue slowly teasing his member as she swipes his pre-cum off his head. He lets out a throaty groan at her feather-light touches. There’s that smirk on her lips again. Moans and groans are the stamp of approval she loves to hear.

  Valerie then closes a hand around Lucas’ shaft as she starts to rub up and down his length. Slowly, she bends her head down and once again swipes and licks his head. As her tongue slowly sucks the sensitive skin of his head, Lucas searches for her body. He needs something to hold onto, something to squeeze; her ass cheeks will do. He gives her bum a nice slap, and in retaliation, Valerie wraps his shaft with both hands and starts to rub in opposite directions. Lucas almost tips over the edge. She hasn’t even taken his full length inside her mouth. With what she’s doing, he’s surprised if he’ll last for more than fifteen minutes.

  Just as he expects…and wants, Valerie unclenches her hands from around his shaft and starts to take his entirety in her mouth. As she moves her head up and down, Lucas sits up on the bed and fondles with her breasts. She groans against his dick when he gives her swelling mounds a good, tight squeeze. When Lucas feels like he’s about to lose his last remnant of self-control, he snakes an arm around Valerie’s waist and rolls her around. They almost fall off the edge of the bed. They both wouldn’t mind having sex on hardwood floor though.

  “Hold on…” Valerie hears a little bit of fumbling going on and then a wrapper being ripped open. She assumes it’s a condom pack. They talked about this on the phone – protection. It’s another one of Valerie’s rules in the bedroom. “Done.”

  With that, Lucas pats the bed as he tries to search for Valerie’s body. When his hands rest on both her ass, he flips her once again until she’s lying on her back. Slowly, he positions his dick right at her entrance, his head teasing the lips of her pussy. Valerie arches her back when she feels his erection slowly pushing in deeper inside her. She lets out a series of breaths, as she takes his entirety in. She feels the inner walls of her pussy enveloping his dick until it fits snugly inside her. When Lucas can’t go any deeper, he starts to push in and out, and Valerie easily matches his rhythm.

  There’s no need to be scared; there’s no need to be nervous. Blindfolded or not, Valerie and Lucas learn to move in sync. Then, Lucas starts to pick up the pace, and Valerie claws on his shoulders to support herself as she thrusts her hips together with his. She buries her face against the crook of his neck, nipping and sucking on the skin. He loves the feel of the pain and the pleasure as her teeth buries into his skin and her pussy envelops his entirety warmly and tightly. Then, when he’s about to finish, he places a finger on her clitoris and starts to rub on the fold of skin. Together, as if they’re telling one another.

  It’s as if this isn’t the first time they’ve slept together.

  Chapter 3

  “You ended early,” Valerie says, walking up to one of the cocktail tables and taking a seat across Amanda, another close friend.

  Valerie has just finished meeting with a client with a penthouse suite a few blocks away. This part of town is known to most, if not all, as the privileged section of the city. Historical hotel landmarks and fine dining restaurants litter the streets. There are more luxury cars speeding by than the familiar sight of yellow taxi cabs. It’s one of the best places to nab a client, or sometimes, an ideal place to meet up for after-work drinks. For Amanda and Valerie, it’s the latter.

  “What can I say, Mandy got bored very quickly,” her friend says, referring to her alias.

  Unlike her relationship with Angel, Valerie shares stories
of her wild nights and crazy requests from clients to Amanda. She knows what Valerie goes through since she’s on the same journey as well. They met when they were hired in the same private party a few years back. It was a secret party attended by wealthy businessmen and a few celebrities who wanted to add a little spice to their lives. There were lots of alcohol, loads of dancing, and more bouts of sex. The party took place in one of the host’s mansions out in the countryside. Valerie doesn’t remember the exact number rooms the mansion has, but it’s well above twenty. After that weekend, Valerie and Amanda stayed in touch. The rest, as they say, is history.

  “That bad?” asks Valerie with a grimace, trying not to grin too much. “No round two?”

  “He couldn’t handle a round two.” Now, Valerie’s full on chuckling with an arm around her stomach. When she cocks an eyebrow up at Amanda as if to ask ‘seriously’, Amanda nods and then replies, “I’m not shitting you. Anyway…how about you? What’s got your knickers in a twist?”

  “What do you mean?”

  Amanda lets out a soft laugh and shakes her head. “Come on. You’re usually running home to your son when you finish work. We don’t really make plans at the last minute unless it’s an emergency or someone has a birthday.” Amanda prods Valerie further. “Come on, what’s up?”

  Valerie lets out a heavy sigh. Amanda can read her like an open book, and she knows she can’t bullshit her friend.

  “I’m fucked,” Valerie says, taking a long sip of her beer. She feels the ice cold liquid flow down her throat. She feels refreshed even if she knows she’s going to wake up with her mouth feeling as dry as the Sahara. “I have a new client…I met him yesterday…”

  “And…?”

  When their eyes meet, Amanda gets an idea of what Valerie’s thinking about. She knows how Valerie talks about her clients. There’s rapid speed in her words and an unattached yet lively tone. Now, she speaks slowly and carefully. There’s an inkling of hesitance in her. Then, Amanda’s eyes widen into saucers.

  “No…” Amanda nudges Valerie by the shoulders. “Don’t fucking tell me you’ve fallen in love…”

  “No!” Valerie quickly cuts in, looking as shocked as Amanda. “Of course not!”

  “So why do you have that look on your face?” When Valerie cocks an eyebrow up, Amanda continues, “That look that says ‘I know you’re going to get mad at me’?”

  Valerie runs a hand through her hair before she tips her head back up to meet Amanda’s eyes. There’s a knot starting to form in her stomach. She never likes feeling this, the feeling of losing control.

  “I can’t stop thinking about him,” she says, sounding a tad bit infuriated at herself. “Tell me I’m fucked.”

  Amanda thins her lips, pondering on what to say. “Yes, you’re fucked…but humor me, why exactly can’t you stop thinking about him?” A pause, and then, “Best sex ever?”

  Valerie nods her head and then says, “Not only that. It’s everything about him…” Amanda tries not to slap the back of her hand over her forehead. “It’s his personality. His youth…he’s much younger than my usual clients.”

  “Don’t you have a lot of co-teachers your age?”

  “Yeah, but then…we lose the ‘best sex ever’ part.”

  Amanda lets out a soft chuckle and then says, “Point taken. Will you see him again?”

  “Two days from now.” Valerie bites her lip. If Amanda were attracted to women, she would’ve leaned forward across the table and pulled Valerie’s head closer for a kiss. The woman knows how to use her beauty to her advantage. The both of them do. “And I don’t want to remove him from my client list. That’s going to be so pathetic of me.”

  “Hmm…” Amanda hooks a finger under her chin and looks around the bar. Her eyes momentarily fall on a man leaning by the bar counter. He’s gorgeous, and he’s staring right at her. Maybe, she’ll approach him later. For now, she has more important things to think about, such as Valerie’s predicament. “Maybe it’s the expectation that you’ll see him again. You never know…after a second pump, he’s going to be like all your other clients.”

  “I hope you’re right…” Valerie says, head bending downwards and eyes staring at the bottle of beer in her hands.

  “Just try to focus on your priorities, dear,” Amanda then says. “Isn’t Trent’s transplant next week? He needs you more than ever.”

  Valerie heaves a sigh, a futile attempt to calm her nerves. “You’re right. Didn’t I tell you I’m fucked?” That gets a laugh from the two women. “And yeah, I’m the ball of nerves between us two. Trent acts like he’s going to a zoo instead of a hospital…”

  “You know your son’s adorable,” Amanda responds. “If you get too distracted with that man of yours, I can always adopt Trent and avoid pregnancy. That way I get to keep my figure.” They both laugh at the obvious joke before Amanda continues, “But seriously Val…you’ll have many more clients after this guy. You don’t even know his real name. You know the chances of us getting a relationship with this kind of job are close to none. There’s a reason we’re hired in secret…”

  Valerie nods in agreement. Truer words have never been spoken.

  Chapter 4

  “Ugh…” the throaty moan escapes his lips. “Yes…”

  The man continues to pump at a slow, rhythmic pace until his dick starts to soften inside her. Dante – that’s his name – pulls out, and then rolls over and lies down on the bed. He removes the condom off him and throws it somewhere around the room.

  Eww.

  Harsh breaths escape his lips, as he tries to calm down and relax. The blindfold is still safely fit around his head, and before he has time to take it off, Valerie gives him a quick peck on the lips and sits up from the bed.

  “Another round?” she says safely, seeing the man getting too comfortable with lying down. He looks too tired to go at it again. His reply is just as she expects.

  “I’m beat. You were wonderful.”

  With that, Valerie throws her legs over the bed and stands up. She walks around the room, picking up her underwear, her bottoms, her bra, and then her top last. When she’s fully dressed, she leaves the room, but not before saying, “Thanks. You can pay the remaining balance tomorrow. Just give me a call if you want another.”

  Dante nods his head and then says, “You know you’ll be in my bed again.”

  Valerie quirks her lips up into a small grin. Another job down, many more to go.

  When she walks out of his apartment building, she hails a passing cab, which stops to a screech a couple meters in front of her. She gets in and gives the cab driver the directions to her apartment before she leans backwards against the seat.

  Valerie can’t help but let out a disappointed sigh at the thought of the sex earlier. It doesn’t compare to Lucas.

  It’s been a day since her conversation with Amanda. She promised her friend she’d try to stop thinking about the man. But it’s just so hard because she knows she’s going to see him tomorrow. The expectation is there, and she wants to smack herself for it.

  Leaving Dante’s apartment wasn’t all too difficult. She dressed up, told him to pay up, and then left. She inserted a few kisses here and there, but there was no aching and clawing feeling for her to stay, unlike with Lucas.

  Valerie doesn’t know if it’s the closer age gap or the fact that Lucas has managed to break her walls down. He got her to blindfold herself, something she never thought of doing. Valerie can’t pinpoint a singular trait that makes Lucas attractive and the kind of man she can’t stop thinking about. Like she told Amanda, it’s everything about him that makes him so.

  When the cab comes to a screeching halt in front of her apartment building, she takes her wallet out of her bag, pays the driver, and steps out of the cab. She feels the cool wind of the night lightly brush against her face. Trent’s probably sleeping, and she can’t be any more thankful for her ten-year old boy. For some reason, he never questions her on why she goes home late. Sometimes, sh
e feels Trent knows what she’s doing. She knows children nowadays are much smarter than adults give them credit for. She still hopes he doesn’t know and that he never asks. It’s for the good of both of them.

  Valerie doesn’t realize she’s been standing outside in the cold for quite a while, give or take five minutes. When her train of thought is broken, she reaches for the phone in her bag and dials a number. Grant, the owner of the city’s most exclusive gentleman’s club, picks up after a couple rings.

  “’‘Ello!” he yelps into the phone, which causes Valerie to flinch a bit and hold her phone further away from her ear. “What’s up, darlin’?”