by Harley Wylde
He shrugged a shoulder. “Guess so. Plenty of local girls stop by too.”
It felt like my heart was racing, and I could barely breathe. There was so much I wanted to know, but wasn’t sure if I should ask. It would be rude to ask why he hadn’t been with anyone, wouldn’t it? If I made him mad, would he make me go stay with someone else? I didn’t know if they were as nice as he was. Of course, I could only go off the little interaction I’d had with Outlaw so far, but he hadn’t tried to take advantage of me when I’d been watching him shower. I’d never been so brazen in my life! I didn’t know what had gotten into me.
I squeezed my thighs together. Didn’t help. An ache was building again and I didn’t know what to do about it. Outlaw seemed to watch my every move. His gaze darkened and he couldn’t hide the fact his cock had gotten hard again, assuming it had ever gone down. The girls at church sometimes had whispered about the guys they’d been with and how it took them some time to recover after having sex. Even though Outlaw had only gotten himself off, he didn’t seem to have an issue getting hard again. As I thought about how sexy he’d looked stroking himself, I felt my nipples get hard and I got even wetter between my legs.
“Poor angel,” he murmured. “All worked up and you don’t know what to do about it, do you?”
I shook my head. No, I didn’t. I didn’t doubt for a second that he knew how to make it stop, make me feel better. Maybe make me come. I thought about him jerking his cock in the shower, the way he’d stroked fast and hard. My breath got choppier and I squeezed my thighs even tighter together. Didn’t help.
“Just how naughty do you want to be, Elena?” he asked.
“Make it stop,” I said. “Please. I know you can.”
He came closer and dropped to his knees in front of me. He shifted the chair and spread my legs so that he was kneeling between them. The rough touch of his fingers sliding up my legs made me shiver.
“I can make you come,” he said. “But I need to know this is what you want. You still feeling a little drunk or impaired in any way? And don’t fucking lie to me.”
“No, I’m fine. I told you I didn’t feel like I was drugged anymore.” He stared and I knew what he wanted me to say. “I want this.”
He pushed my dress farther up until my panties were exposed. He tapped my hip and I lifted a little so he could work the material up more. The cool chair kissed the backs of my thighs and my cheeks warmed again. I was half-naked in his kitchen. The hungry look on his face as he stared at my panties made me even wetter.
Outlaw groaned. “Jesus, you’re fucking killing me. I can see you soaking your damn panties. Can I take them off, pretty girl?”
“Y-yes. You don’t have to ask before you do every little thing. I already told you I want this.” My breath caught at the look in his eyes.
He arched an eyebrow. “Did you just give me the green light to do whatever I want with you?”
I gave him a jerky nod. Probably a stupid idea, but I really did want him. He slid his hand farther up my legs, up my thighs, then his thumbs brushed over my panties, right across the wet fabric between my legs. I whimpered and spread myself open more. You’re such a hussy!
“Lift up,” he said.
I pulled my butt up off the chair and he tugged my panties down. He tossed them to the side and licked his lips as he stared at me. Even though I’d despaired of ever being with a guy, I’d always trimmed down there. I didn’t shave it bare, but the hair I did keep was so short it was hardly there. Outlaw spread the lips of my pussy and swiped his thumb across my clit.
I cried out from the sparks of pleasure that shot through me. He did it again, then rubbed in small circles until a keening sound escaped my lips. My hips bucked as I came. I felt him slip a finger inside me, pumping in and out, as he kept working my clit. It made my orgasm seem never-ending. I briefly wondered if I should be embarrassed that I’d come so fast. Other women probably held out longer.
“Tight. Hot. Wet. I bet this pretty pussy tastes good too.”
My breath caught. He wasn’t going to put his mouth there, right? I’d read about men doing that, but I hadn’t realized it was something they actually did. I’d thought it was just fiction, made up for books and movies.
He pulled his finger free and then slipped it into his mouth, sucking off the wetness left behind from my pussy. If anything, it just made me want more from him.
“You done?” he asked.
Done? Was he asking if I wanted to stop? Because now that I’d had a taste, I wanted more. A lot more. I wanted… everything. “N-no.”
He grinned and stood up, then pulled me to my feet. Outlaw made quick work of getting the rest of my clothes off, giving a low growl as he released my breasts from my bra. He cupped them, stroking my nipples and squeezing the mounds.
“Are we going to have sex?” I asked, blurting out the words.
“No, baby, but I’m going to make you feel good.”
Disappointment hit me, then embarrassment. I probably wasn’t as thin or pretty as the women he dated. Even the ones at the clubhouse tonight had been a lot thinner than me. I’d always had a little extra padding. Outlaw cupped my cheek and I focused on him again.
“None of that,” he said. “I’m not rejecting you, Elena. Trust me. I want you more than my next breath.”
“Then why are you saying no?” I asked.
He lifted me onto the edge of the table, pushing my legs apart, then he plunged a finger inside of me. He thrust it in and out several times before adding another one. It burned a little but still felt incredible. When he rubbed my clit again, I nearly saw stars.
“Because if I take this virgin pussy with anything other than my fingers or mouth, then I’ll want to keep you. I’ll go in bare, fill you up with my cum, and I’ll keep you with me forever.”
My heart took off, slamming against my chest with every beat. No one had ever spoken to me like that before. I kind of liked it. He moved in closer, his beard scraping my jaw and he placed his lips near my ear. He kept fucking me with his hand, but it was his words that had the biggest impact.
“I’ll fuck you again and again, coming inside this tight little pussy, marking you with my cum. I want to see it slide out of you, slip down your thighs, and then I want to shove it back inside you where it belongs. I want you to take my cock in your mouth, suck me off, then get me hard again. Then I want to bend you over and take you hard and deep, pounding into you until you’re screaming my name. When your pussy can’t take any more, I’ll claim your ass.” I whimpered, and rocked against his hand. I felt him smile against my ear. “Oh, my angel likes that idea, huh? Have you dreamed of a good ass fucking? My naughty girl. Want my cock to stretch you, fill you, and claim every inch of you?”
I nodded. Yes! Yes, I wanted that so much. When I’d read about it, it had seemed so taboo, so… dirty. His fingers drove into me harder and faster and I screamed out as I came. “Outlaw!”
He growled again, backing away. He sucked his fingers clean, and I could see the outline of his cock. I got off the table and dropped to my knees in front of him. Reaching up, I unfastened his pants and shoved them down his hips. When his cock sprang free of his underwear, I noticed how red and angry it seemed. I had zero experience, but I wanted to at least try to suck him off.
“You don’t have to do this, Elena.”
“I want to,” I assured him.
“I’m clean. In case you were wondering. I wouldn’t let you do this otherwise,” he said.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and leaned forward, licking the head. His taste exploded on my tongue, and I moaned as I licked up more of the pre-cum. I hadn’t expected to actually like the way he tasted. Fitting my lips around the head, I swallowed as much of him as I could, using my hand at the base like I’d read about.
“Jesus! You’re going to make me come already,” he said, his fingers sliding into my hair and gripping the strands tight. It felt like his hand spasmed for a moment, but I couldn’t be sure. He us
ed his grip to control my movements and soon he was fucking my mouth with hard thrusts. “Gonna come, Elena. If you don’t want a mouthful, you’d better pull off.”
I didn’t stop and soon I felt the warmth of his release, trying to swallow it all, but I felt some dribble from the corner of my mouth. When he was finished, I tried to pull away, but he locked his fingers in my hair again.
“Uh-uh. You’ve started something now, pretty girl. Get me hard again.”
Get him hard again? My eyes went wide. Did that mean he was going to… No, he’d said that if I gave him my virginity that he’d own me, that I’d be his and he wouldn’t let me go. People didn’t do stuff like that, right? We didn’t even know one another. So why did the thought of him doing what he wanted, making me his and never letting me go, make me all wet and needy again?
I sucked and licked until he was hard as granite.
Outlaw pulled me free of his cock and helped me stand. His gaze took me in from head to toe, then back again. He lingered on my breasts a moment before leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth. As his teeth scraped the sensitive peak, I gasped and arched against him.
“Dinner,” I said, noticing the smoke from the pot.
“Dammit,” he muttered backing away from me. He tucked himself back into his pants, pulling them up, and he went over to the stove. “Looks like I’m ordering pizza.”
I couldn’t decide if I was disappointed that we’d had to stop, or if I was relieved. He’d given me more than I’d ever thought possible, more pleasure than I could stand, but I didn’t know that I was ready for things to go further. Yes, the little demon on my shoulder was begging for more, for everything, but deep down I had to wonder if I’d regret making that kind of decision right now. I’d only gotten my freedom this morning. Was I ready to give it up and hand myself over to someone else?
His turned and his gaze honed in on my breasts, then dipped lower. The heat in his eyes, the way he watched me, made me want to throw caution to the wind. Would giving up my newfound freedom be all that difficult if he made me come like that all the time? No, bad Elena! Stop thinking about sex!
“Pizza?” I asked, trying to keep both of us off the topic of sex.
“Right. Any particular kind?”
“No anchovies. Or olives. Or mushrooms.”
He smirked. “Is that all? Are you sure you don’t want just plain cheese?”
“Well.” Now that he mentioned it. I rather liked the five-cheese pizza we usually ordered at home, on the rare occasions my foster father had permitted us to spend money on something like that. “I’m actually okay with that.”
He snorted. “Right. So one cheese for you, and one with everything for me. I’ll place the order and have a Prospect bring it over when it arrives. I think it’s best I keep you away from the clubhouse right now.”
“I did okay before,” I said, then tried not to wince. No, I really hadn’t. I’d been drugged, and if Outlaw hadn’t brought me here, who knew what would have happened to me.
“Right. Let me explain something to you. In that clubhouse, if you aren’t claimed as property by a brother, then you’re free game for anyone there. Someone wearing a cut like mine walks up and tells you to suck their cock, you do it. Is that what you want? Want your first time to be in that dirty clubhouse?” He prowled closer, not stopping until the heat of his body pressed against me. “You want to be used, pretty girl? Become a club whore?”
“N-No. Not a club whore.”
He grinned. “Not a club whore, but you do want to be used. Maybe just by one man?”
“Maybe,” I said. “And the clubhouse wasn’t so bad. I kind of liked it.”
It felt like my entire face was on fire, but from the flare of interest in his eyes, I knew I’d only decreased my chances of ever leaving this place. I was almost certain he’d been close to taking my virginity, and by his own admission he’d own me then. I was playing a game that I was destined to lose, especially since I didn’t quite grasp all the rules. But a part of me thought maybe losing wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe in losing my freedom, I’d gain something better.
Chapter Four
Outlaw
The way she’d lit up when I’d talked about her being fucked in front of everyone had me wondering just how dirty my little innocent Elena was. It seemed she had a wild side just begging to be set free. I’d never liked sharing, and even now I knew I’d never let anyone else have her. But if she wanted them to watch, then maybe I could handle that. Every now and then. Maybe. Or maybe not. I really didn’t like the thought of anyone else seeing those beautiful breasts on display.
I’d placed our order and made sure the dipshit knew not to enter the house without knocking. Too many fuckers were used to just barging in here, but with Elena under my roof, I didn’t much care for my brothers or the Prospects coming in and seeing all of her. At least, not without my permission. She was sexy as fuck, and the way she’d sucked my cock… Shit!
Instead of letting her get dressed again, I’d snatched her clothes off the floor and put them in the laundry room. She’d eyed me, but hadn’t protested. The way her nipples beaded, I could tell she liked me being all bossy and dominant with her. I wasn’t into putting labels on things. I just knew what I liked, and a woman who was willing to obey was hot as fuck. Didn’t mean I wanted a doormat for an ol’ lady, though. No, I liked a little sass in my women, just not in front of my brothers.
I went to my room and pulled a shirt from my dresser. Elena was still standing in the kitchen, looking a little lost at the moment. She shifted from foot to foot as she glanced around the room. Her hands were fisted at her sides, and she worried at her lower lip. I stopped in front of her, pulling the shirt over her head. As much as I’d love to see her beautiful body on full display, I didn’t think she’d want to lounge around the house without anything covering her. She’d been completely innocent until I’d corrupted her tonight. For that matter, she was still technically a virgin.
I should feel disgusted with myself. Grizzly had asked me to take care of her, protect her. Instead, I’d nearly claimed her. If he knew I’d already stripped her naked and made her come, he’d probably kick my ass, and I’d deserve it. Maybe it was the inability to come for over four years, or maybe there was just something about her that made me want to hold on. Either way, I knew I wasn’t doing her any favors. She wanted to leave, start a new life somewhere, and I should let her do that. Didn’t mean I was going to.
“Come on, angel. We can put something on TV while we wait for the pizza to arrive. Your things should be delivered by then too.”
She hesitated, tugging on my hand so I wouldn’t walk off. “Were you really going to have sex with me, and then not let me leave?”
The right thing to do would be to tell her the truth. The easier thing would be to lie my ass off and deny the hell out of it. Something told me she’d been lied to enough in her life already. That family who took her in might not have abused her in the physical sense, but I had to wonder if they weren’t so strict that they damaged her psychologically or emotionally.
“Look, things work different around here than what you’re used to. We don’t follow the law set by other people. We make up our own rules, and answer to the club officers. Maybe popping your cherry and keeping you, making you mine forever, is all kinds of fucked-up to someone not used to this way of life, but around here, it’s just how things are done. Some of the time anyway.” Dingo would have taken his sweet time with Meiling if the club hadn’t pushed things along a bit. Same for Badger and Adalia. But I’d talked to Wire enough to know that the instant attraction I felt for Elena was exactly how he’d felt about Lavender, and everything turned out okay for them.
“So you really wouldn’t have let me leave?” she asked. “Ever?”
“What do you think it means for me to claim you?”
She shrugged a shoulder, and I could tell she really didn’t have a clue. I wasn’t sure how to explain it without making her run scream
ing into the night. Most of the women who came here had some idea of how things worked with Devil’s Fury, and other clubs, but Elena was a different story. It was like she’d lived her life with blinders on, never pulling her nose out of a book long enough to actually live her life and experience things for herself. It wasn’t just that she didn’t know about club life, but it was almost like she’d lived in a bubble and hadn’t had any fun at all. Her naivety was a little cute, and I loved her innocence. Perhaps her foster family was to blame for her lack of life experiences. They sounded like a bunch of tight-asses.
I scratched at my beard. “You said you want to start your life over, be independent and all that shit. This way of life, what you’d get if you were mine, is the exact opposite of what you want. As my woman, it wouldn’t be safe for you to be out there working a job unless it was a business the club owned. I wouldn’t put you on lockdown to be an asshole, but to keep you safe. I have enemies and so does the club. They wouldn’t hesitate to snatch you up and use you to make me do what they wanted.”
The look in her eyes said she was both appalled and intrigued. There was more to the little Latina than I’d first thought. Yeah, she was all prim and proper on the outside, but it was becoming more and more clear that she was a naughty little vixen on the inside. I was only too happy to help her bring that side out to play. And I was willing to bet that she’d let me.
“Come on. I’m not laying claim to you right here and now.”
If I wasn’t mistaken, she looked a little disappointed by the news, but she followed me into the living room. I sat in my favorite chair and propped my feet on the ottoman, then held out my hand to her. She eagerly came forward and I pulled her down onto my lap. Elena snuggled in closer, and I had to admit it felt really fucking right to have her in my arms. I turned on the TV and put on a comedy. I didn’t think she was a blow-up-the-bad-guy type of TV watcher, but then again, she’d surprised me plenty of times already tonight.
