by K E Osborn
Franky brings his hand up swiping some hair back from her face, she backs away slightly shaking her head, and my hands ball into fists.
“Torque,” I murmur, and he places his hand on my chest holding me in place.
Tension rises inside me as Franky moves in again, but this time he looks like he’s going in for a kiss. My stomach rolls as I press harder against Torque’s hand, needing to get to her, but he holds me back. I watch in slow motion as he leans in too close. Sass suddenly leans forward, her knee coming up between his legs and slamming into his cock as he falls forward into her, and she holds onto him as he slumps against her.
“Shit!” Torque and I both blurt out in unison as he lets me go, and we both take off toward the dance floor.
I reach out for Sass, and Torque grabs Franky while Foxy steps in on the other side of Sass as Freckles, Neala, Ari, and Ruby all laugh and cheer on Sass in some sort of support. I pull Sass to me looking her over for any signs of anything as she gives me a grin.
“Did you see that?” she chimes excitedly.
I attempt to hide my smile as I glance back to Franky who’s holding onto his junk while Torque pats his back.
“Sei una sporca puttana,” Franky spits out, and Sass opens her eyes wide and scoffs.
“Who the hell are you calling a dirty whore, you motherfucker?” she yells lunging forward.
Grabbing onto her arm, I pull her back and hold her against me as Torque gives Franky a gentle push and leads him away toward the back of the VIP area where Enzo, his men, and our brothers are all laughing.
With my hands, I pull Sass around to look at me and stare at her fiercely. “He’s an Andretti, Sass. You can’t go around assaulting Italian Mafiosos.”
She shrugs and grins. “Well, I didn’t know who he was, and anyway, he was hitting on me, and I didn’t like it. Guy had bad breath, and when he leaned in, it smelt like garlic or some shit.”
I smirk and wrap my arms around her waist holding her to me as the other girls walk away giving us some space. “You didn’t like him hitting on you?”
She smiles. “No, Sensei, I only like one guy hitting on me at the moment. I’m a one-man-at-a-time woman.” Her arms loop around my neck, and she leans in pressing her lips to mine, hard. I kiss her back in the middle of the VIP room not caring that the club and the Andrettis are watching. I need them to know she’s with me even though I may not have claimed her. For now, she’s mine, and I want them to know we’re working through this shit together.
Sass pulls back as another song comes over the speakers. It’s a little slower than the songs that have been playing, maybe not slower, but smoother. I know the song as in the chorus the woman sings ‘In the end it’s him and I’ and then the rapper drops beats through the verse. Sass looks into my eyes and smiles as her body begins to sway against me, and I cock my brow.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
She smiles as her body flows effortlessly with the music up against me. The song’s almost sensual as she begins to move her body in time with the music, and I stand here like a stunned mullet while she slides up and down almost using me like a pole.
“Sass?”
She giggles. “I told you I was going to dance up on you.”
I clear my throat as I stand here trying my hardest not to get a fucking raging hard-on as she grinds against me, moving sexually and sensually along with the slow rhythmic music, and I have no idea what to do. Where my hands should go. Where I should be standing. Fucking anything. So I stand stock still like a pole as she dances up on me, with my brothers and the girls watching, grinning like fucking Cheshire cats.
My cock strains against my jeans while I try to keep myself in check as she slides up and down against me, her ass grinding in on my crotch then she moves up and down slowly—torturously slowly—her hips swaying from side to side in a sinful rhythm. She’s sexy as hell, her hair slightly sweaty from all the dancing she’s been doing. This woman’s driving me fucking wild, and all I want to do is kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her right here and now. But if I do that, she’ll stop what she’s doing, and honestly, I don’t know if I ever want this to end.
As time beats on, I start debating if I should take her to the bathroom and fuck the brains out of her.
The song draws to a close, and she slides back up me, her face coming in line with mine, her arms wrapping around my neck. Suddenly she jumps and wraps her legs around my waist, my hard cock pressing straight against her pussy as she thrusts her lips against mine. A round of cheering echoes from behind us, but I don’t even acknowledge them as I plunge my tongue into her mouth needing to devour her.
I don’t know if she’s tipsy, and it’s making her more adventurous, but fuck, if I’m not enjoying this side of my girl. I’ve never had a woman be like this with me, especially trying to turn me on in a room full of people. I never thought that would work. But it fucking did, and I honestly have no idea what’s going on right now as I start to walk. I don’t know where the fuck I’m going or where we’ll end up, but I stride carrying her through the back of the VIP area with my brothers cheering us on. I continue on out through the back hall and move into a more secluded area and slam her against the wall. She lets out an “oomph” as she impacts with the plasterboard, and we part lips briefly, but we quickly start going at it again as my tongue collides with hers.
We’re right next to the stairs that lead up to Torque’s office. I know no one is up there right now, so I figure, fuck it, and turn taking the first step carrying her up the stairs. It’s fucking hard work, but I manage. I’m strong, and she’s a lightweight to carry, it’s just difficult because I can’t see through our frantic kissing.
Once we’re at the top of the stairs, I head for the office and walk us in closing the door with my foot. The noise from below smooths out, and the only sounds in the room are the frantic clashing of our mouths teamed with our harsh breathing. I rush her over to the window pressing her back against it and kiss her even harder. Her pussy grinds into my fully-hard cock, and I groan into her mouth as she whimpers along with me. This is heating up fast, and I know exactly where it’s headed. I don’t want to waste any time, so I drop her legs, and they fall to the floor easily as she sexily slides against my body. I love how she feels rubbing up against me. I make quick work grabbing her arms as I lean back just enough for us to part lips, and I twist her. She lets out a shocked gasp as she spins fast and I shove her front against the glass, so her back is to me. I press my cock into her ass as she looks down to the club below.
“Don’t worry… they can’t see us,” I murmur.
“Shame,” she quips as I thread my fingers through her shorts and yank them down around her sexy-as-sin stilettos and off one foot. She’s wearing a pair of gray boyshorts tonight with a pink trim, and I have no idea why I find it so fucking sexy, but my cock jolts against my pants as I grab them, tugging them down and over one of her stilettos to sit with her shorts. She spreads her legs wider for me without me even asking, and I love that she knows what I need without me having to spell it out for her.
Running my hands up her sides, I lean in my voice low against her ear. “Place your hands on the glass.”
She nods pressing her hands out on the glass and leaning against it as I step in behind her unbuckling my pants and sliding them over my ass. They fall to the ground freeing my cock, and I move in grabbing my thick shaft. It throbs in my hand as I wipe it up between her legs, her juices coating my tip. She’s so easy to work up.
“You want it rough?” I ask.
She nods her head.
“Tell me what you want, Sass.”
She turns her head to look at me. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
My free hand grips onto her hip, my fingers digging into her skin, while the other slides my cock right into the folds of her slick pussy. She pushes back against me, and I don’t waste any time as I thrust up inside her which presses her hard against the glass.
Sass surrounds me completel
y, squeezing my cock as her warmth wraps around me tight. She feels like fucking heaven as we both moan from the overwhelming feeling of me being inside of her again.
Not pausing for too long, I pull back and thrust inside of her hard, fast, and deep. She moves with me, her hips shifting in time with my thrusts while I watch her reflection in the glass, her eyes looking down at the crowd of people below us. Seeing them all while fucking adds a sense of public display, and even though I know they can’t see me, it still feels like they know somehow, and for some reason, it’s a damn spectacular turn on. I know it is for her too as she moans and groans working with me to a new height.
She pushes back against me, thrust for thrust, but like a good girl, her hands don’t leave the glass as I grip onto her waist and force myself on and off her with harshness in each plunge. She wanted me to fuck her, and so I am.
Hard.
Dirty.
Unrelenting.
A shudder runs through her as her pussy tightens around my cock causing it to pulse even harder. She knows exactly how to work me up.
Sass’s back arches, and I race one hand around her front and press on her clit making her scream out my name as a shiver runs over her skin. Her panting quickens, and I know she’s close as I continue to circle on her clit while fucking her hard and fast. All the while my balls are pulling up letting me know I’m damn fucking close too.
I circle on her clit pressing firm almost pinching it as she lets out a deep throaty moan, her back arching into me completely as she throws her head back against my shoulder in carnal bliss. I thrust up into her.
Harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
She shudders, her body misting in droplets of sweat while her hands ball into fists against the glass as she screams out her orgasm.
“Fuck! Raiden,” she yells as her body sags slightly while her pussy clenches so fucking tight around my dick I can’t stand it. My balls instantly draw up, goosebumps ripple down my arms as I clench my eyes shut thrusting up inside her one last time before my cock throbs as it explodes, sending a wave of euphoria through me as I come hard inside of her. Leaning forward, my lips grip on her neck then I nip her skin hard needing to feel her in the moment as I let it all out.
We slowly stop rocking together and draw to a stop as we both lean into the glass for support.
Our breaths are frantic as I leave my eyes closed just relishing in the moment. Sure we came up here in a heat-fueled lust, but now we’re both resting in the afterglow, and it’s calmer. More sedate. More mellow.
As she brings one of her hands down from the glass, it loops in behind my head holding me to her, and it’s the little bit of tenderness I need right now.
“Suddenly, I’m super tired,” she murmurs.
“I know the feeling.” I chuckle then kiss her cheek and slowly pull out of her.
She winces slightly as we break apart, and then she turns around to face me. “You sure they can’t see us?”
I smile. “Why… did the thought that they could turn you on?”
She grins mischievously. “Maybe.”
Letting out a small chuckle, I pull a few tissues from the box and clean her up then throw them in the bin. Then I lean down grabbing her boyshorts and pull them up followed by her shorts. She pouts at me as I then draw up my pants and look back at her.
“The idea you’re into public sex is half-exciting and half… scary.”
She giggles wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling her bottom lip in by her teeth. It’s hot as hell thinking about the fact that they could see me.
“I didn’t think anything would scare you, Sensei.”
That statement awakens the typhoon inside of me. My stomach swarms and swirls at the thought of all the things that could go wrong. Of all the possibilities, of all the outcomes. Right now, I have no idea how the coming days are going to play out.
That scares me.
I am not a fearless man. I may portray a calm façade. But the storm inside is very real.
“There are plenty of things that scare me. You just have to be close to me to find out what they are.”
She smiles. “Well, I like that at least now I know what one of those things are. I’d like to break down some more barriers with you if you’d let me.”
I shrug. “I think we’re bound to be spending more time together, Sass. But for now, we’re both spent, so let’s… ‘chillax,’ as you so eloquently put it on that sofa for a while before I take you home.”
She bursts out laughing as she shakes her head. “Holy shit, did you just say chillax?”
My tongue clicks to the roof of my mouth as I lead her to the sofa. “No.”
Sass grins and wraps her fingers through mine as I sit on the sofa and lay down, then she positions herself in front of me. Her fingers link through mine as I hold her to me and press my lips to her neck. She nuzzles back, and I smile liking the closeness between us right now. The dull thump of the bass echoes through the floor, but other than that, it’s relatively quiet in here. The soothing sounds of her slow breathing filters through the room with my rapid heart beating in my chest, and right now I’m not sure why but I feel nervous.
Nervous because I want something more perhaps?
I want a life with Sass, and I know while I’m part of this club, a life—a long life—is never guaranteed.
Not only that, trouble is brewing in my family at the moment, and bringing her in right now could only bring her harm. The thing is, though, I don’t know if I have the strength to let her go, now that I have a firm hold on her.
AYLA
A Week Later
Over the weekend I spent most of my time at the club just hanging out with the girls while the guys talked shop, and then I caught moments with Sensei when I could. I like the atmosphere and could get used to being there more often, and I’m pretty sure they like having me around. Not only because I take care of all their mechanical needs, but also because they seem to think I’m pretty funny.
I know things are happening in the club. There’s definitely something going down. The whispers and chatter is constant, and even though everything inside me wants to know what the hell it is, I know they won’t tell me. It’s not my place, I’m not an Old Lady. But I do hope they can figure it out, whatever it is because these guys are cool, and they don’t need shit baggage dragging them and their club down.
I spent my time with Ruby and the other club girls, and also some time with Neala and Freckles. These women are a bunch of fun. Foxy also came in a couple of times, and it’s so interesting how the dynamics change when she enters the room with the amount of respect people instantly give her. It’s crazy, but also super fucking cool.
Who knew being an Old Lady would give you that kind of power.
But then again, she’s not just an Old Lady, she is the Old Lady.
Foxy’s the top dog around here, so everyone has to fall in line behind her, and they do. Plus, she’s taken the role on like a duck to fucking water. She thrives on it. She was made for it. She is perfect for it. Leading the women of this club with not only firmness but kindness.
She’s great, I respect the shit out of her.
The idea of being Sensei’s Old Lady, I have to admit, has crossed my mind, and I like the idea, but it’s way too soon for that—isn’t it? I never saw my life as being an Old Lady, but being here in this club, seeing Foxy and how she fits in, I know I could easily fit in too.
I’ve spent my entire weekend here and all the way through until now which is Thursday morning, and although I’ve been going to work, Sensei has been wanting me at the club more. I’m not sure if it’s because he wants me here, or if it’s because something is happening at the club. But either way, I don’t have my truck, but I did bring extra work clothes with me knowing I’d probably be in this predicament.
As I get ready for work, Sensei lays in bed watching me get dressed with a smirk on his face.
I turn back to him looking at his gorgeous
naked body lying in his bed, and I smile raising my brow. “You going to ride your bike naked to take me to work, Raiden?”
Sensei chuckles and casually slides out of bed, his perfect cock standing at attention, and I pout that it has to go to waste this time but grinning at the memory of our kinky fucking last night as he grabs his jeans and starts to pull them on. “I was hoping you might take the day off.”
I chuckle. “Well, that’s not a very good work ethic… coming from you, I’m slightly surprised.”
He chuckles. “I’m surprised, too, but I want you all to myself.” He yanks up his jeans and then walks over and wraps his arms around my waist pulling me to him.
I loop my arms around his neck and smile. “Why Sensei… that’s starting to sound romantic.”
He scoffs but smirks. “No… I don’t think that’s correct. It was merely a lapse in judgment.”
I snort and nod. “Yes, that’s better. That’s definitely sounds more like you.” Leaning in, I press my lips to his and kiss him briefly before I pull back and then slap his shoulder and waggle my eyebrows. “Now put a shirt on, don’t want you getting wind burn while you ride.”
He chuckles and spins, walking off to grab a shirt and his cut as I head for my boots to finish my outfit, and once we’re both dressed, we leave to get on his bike for him to take me to work.
The ride is fun, Sensei taking the corners short making them sharp and more exciting—the adrenaline pumping through my veins as we ride, the wind flicking through my hair as he hammers down on the throttle. I love the feeling of the engine at full speed. He holds nothing back knowing I’m not scared of the power of his beast. It’s exhilarating for me. My love of mechanics and motors only makes it easier for me to appreciate the feel of a good engine.
Sensei turns into the driveway of the garage, the gravel crunching under the weight of the tires, and I smile as everyone inside turns to watch us pull in. I don’t miss the subtle downward frowns from Bowie and Heath as they watch me slide off the back of Sensei’s ride. He stays on his bike, and I give him a smile.
