by Grey, Sadie
“It’s called a cut,” he said firmly.
“Fine, you look sexy as hell in your cut,” I said, laughing.
I slid my fingers under his cut and caressed his firm, manly chest. His muscles felt like steel. I worked my hands slowly down his torso until I found the waistband of his jeans.
I sank to my knees in the dark and ran my hands over his bulge. With a twist of my fingers, I unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper. I pressed my face against his length, our skin separated only by the thin cotton fabric of his boxers. I exhaled hot breath onto him, and I felt his cock twitching against my cheek.
I kissed his shaft through his boxers, teasing him with my lips and tongue. Blood rushed to his member. His erection lengthened and broke free through the hole in his underwear. I lapped at it with my tongue. It burned feverishly with the heat of his arousal.
I could still taste the remnants of our wild fuck session in the bathroom of the bar. The smell of him and the taste of him lit a fire in my core. My belly clenched exquisitely, and I took his thick head fully between my lips.
My tongue traced the tip of his cock. Jack grunted in the darkness. His hands gripped my shoulders tightly, to the point where it almost hurt.
“Don’t be such a tease,” he growled. “Suck that dick like you mean it.”
His hands found my head and pushed me down onto the length of his erection.
His cock slammed into my throat, causing me to gag. My whole body tensed up and my eyes began to water. He pumped his hips against my face, stroking his cock in and out of my mouth and using my face like his little fuck toy.
I had tried to be sweet and sensual, but Jack obviously didn’t go for that kind of thing. He was a strong, powerful biker. A man of action who was used to being in control.
If I wanted to please him, I couldn’t think about this as making love. This was fucking. I couldn’t approach sex the way I used to with my husband. My husband was a bitch. Jack wanted to dominate me like a real man, and that’s exactly what my life had been missing for so long. A real man.
I took him as deep inside my throat as I physically could.
He let out a low moan. “Fuck yeah, Cassie. Just like that. Take my fucking cock.”
His coarse words drove me wild. I bobbed my head up and down on him, letting him violate my throat. It was the most wild and violent blow job I’d ever given, and it was turning me on something fierce. My nipples were hard and sensitive and my pussy was dripping with lust.
Jack pulled his cock from my mouth. I hunched forward, panting desperately to catch my breath. His hard, slick cock slapped against my face, leaving a stinging line of wetness on my skin.
“You like that hard fucking cock, baby?” he asked.
I groaned.
“Yeah, I love your fucking cock,” I responded, remembering from our bathroom fuck session that he liked it when I talked dirty.
“You want this hard fucking cock inside you?”
“Yes, please fuck me with your hard cock,” I whimpered.
I felt his strong hands grab my arms and lift me up effortlessly. He slammed my back against the wall, making the whole trailer shake, and he pressed himself against me.
His cock prodded between my legs. His hands snaked around me and took a firm hold of my ass. Then he lifted me up, locking his hands beneath me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and straddled his hips. My back leaned against the wall for support. He pulled my hips closer to him, sliding my throbbing pussy against his hard length. I bit my lip and moaned at the sensation of it rubbing along the edge of my soaking lips.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me with your hard cock.”
Without saying a word, he shoved his whole length inside of me. I arched my back and let out a gasp of pain and pleasure at the feeling of being entirely filled up. My body was gripped with tension. I could feel myself shaking and my jaw working tightly in a silent scream. Then I relaxed and let out a low animal moan.
“Holy shit,” I cried. “Holy fucking shit.”
Jack grunted in response and rocked his hips against me. His cock rammed into me like the piston of some great machine, filling me up, retreating, and then filling me up again. My pussy was stretched tightly around him.
He managed to free a hand while he was fucking me to yank the top of my dress down to reveal my bouncing tits. His hot mouth covered my hard nipple. He sucked at me as he pounded at me, switching from one breast to another.
The whole thing overwhelmed my senses. My breath came in short rasping gasps. I could feel my body tightening up and getting ready to explode.
The sounds of my passion echoed out into the dark night as my orgasm ripped through my body. My pussy clenched around Jack’s cock like a tight fist. I could hear him grunting, too. His cock spasmed inside my soaking hole, and we came together in a sweaty, sticky tangle of limbs.
I rested my head against his neck as I tried to catch my breath. Our bodies trembled against one another as our orgasms subsided. I could feel the pounding of his heartbeat in his neck. It matched the rhythm of my own racing pulse.
Finally, he relaxed his grip on me and I slid down his body. I felt an aching sense of loss when his cock slipped out of me. I held onto his chest as I balanced on unsteady legs.
“This might be a stupid question,” I said. “But do you have any liquor? I need a drink.”
“Absolutely. Go clean up and I’ve got just the thing.”
Chapter 6
Jack led me to the warehouse.
As we got closer, the sounds of music and celebration got louder. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the thought of what might await me behind those walls.
How do bikers party? If they were anything like Jack, they would be a rough crowd. Not the kind of people I was used to associating with. Still, hanging out with Jack had proven to be one of the best nights of my life, so I tried to calm the nervousness roiling inside me and just go with it.
We stopped in front of a giant sliding door. Jack turned to me with a grin.
“You ready for this?”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure.”
“Don’t worry. This is my family. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
He heaved the door open on its rattling track, revealing a wild scene like something out of a rock video.
Big burly men in leather were gathered in boisterous groups, chugging beers and straight bottles of liquor. Fires burned in big metal pits. As I watched, a tall, lanky man squirted something flammable into the nearest fire. The flames rose up like the fires of Hell.
Half-naked women danced on tables and makeshift platforms. There was a lot of bleached blond hair, jiggling tits, and completely shaved pussies. Men leered at the women and shouted lewd comments. Some of them even groped the girls as they danced.
I saw a guy grab one of the chicks and throw her over his shoulder before hauling her off into a dark corner. I could only imagine what happened next.
The smell of sizzling meat teased my nostrils. A couple of bear like men stood over one of the fire pits roasting dripping cuts of beef. I realized that I was hungry. I hoped that Jack would offer me some food. I could have asked but I felt like a complete outsider here. I was terrified of rocking the boat.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me along behind him as he weaved through the raucous groups. We beelined for a table covered in liquor bottles. He poured us a couple of drinks and we settled down on a beat up looking couch on the edge of the crowd.
“You showed up on a good day. Our brother charters from the coast are here for a celebration.”
I took a sip of my drink. Warmth bloomed in me as it trickled down my throat and a pleasant fog settled in my brain.
“What are you all celebrating?” I asked.
“It’s our club’s twentieth anniversary. It’s a pretty big deal.”
I gazed around at the pandemonium. “I guess so. So how come you were at the bar earlier instead of partying here?”
My nipples hardened under his touch. He noticed and he gave me a little pinch, sending shiver through me. He winked at me and drained the rest of his drink.
“So how does this work?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
I gestured at the people around us. “Well like who’s the leader? Do you guys have leaders?”
“Oh, yeah,” he said, nodding. “Our president is over there.” He pointed at a huge guy with his head buried between a squirming girl’s legs. “His name’s Edgar. That lovely lady moaning beneath him is his wife.”
“That’s our vice president over there.”
He gestured at an athletic guy with dark eyes and dark hair. He was throwing quick combinations of punches into the air. A group of men around him cheered in approval. “That’s Mace. He does underground boxing matches. Nice guy unless you piss him off.”
“He’s cute,” I said, without thinking.
Jack’s eyes darkened. “You’re welcome to take a run at him, but he’s got a strict rule about women.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?”
“He never sleeps with the same girl twice. I’ve never asked him why.”
“And you?” I asked. “Do you have a title?”
He pointed at a patch on his vest. “I’m Sergeant at Arms.”
“Sergeant at Arms? What does that mean?”
He shrugged. “I guess I’m kind of the muscle. I get shit done.”
I ran a fingertip up his thigh and gave his bulge a little squeeze. “You sure do. How did you end up with these guys?”
“It’s a long story. I don’t really want to get into it now.”
“I’ll take the short version,” I said.
He shrugged. “My mom was a mean drunk. My Dad left when I was young. Too young to remember his face. By the time I was sixteen, I was living on the streets and making bad decisions.”
He took a long drink of his beer. “Edgar found me and gave me a place to stay. I wasn’t part of the club back then. I was still running wild whenever I could. I got into some trouble.” His face darkened. “Some really bad trouble. Someone close to me got hurt, and I swore I would avenge her death.”
I couldn’t help but notice that he said “her.” I wanted to ask him about this mysterious woman, but he kept talking.
“It would have been suicide, going after the Blood Riders, but I was too blind with rage to see that. Edgar stepped in and talked some sense into me. He brought me into the club. Gave me a home and a family.” Jack gestured around at the other bikers. “He saved my life. I’d die for that man. I’d kill for him.”
“He sounds like a good guy,” I said.
“He is. He’s like the father I never had. Hell, he’s like a lot of these guy’s fathers. I think that’s how he ended up with the name for the club. We’re all his angry, pissed off sons. Just us against the whole goddamn world.”
He smiled and flung an arm around me. “And what about you? What’s your story?”
I grimaced. “Well, it’s nothing compared to your life. Things were pretty good until, like you, I made some bad decisions.”
He lifted his drink in a toast. “To bad decisions.”
I smiled and raised my cup. “To bad decisions.”
I took a drink. “I was all set to go to Yale. I had full scholarships. The works. Then I met Terry.”
“Is that a man’s name?” he asked.
I laughed. “Apparently not. He was older and in his last year of law school here in the city. I thought I was in love. So I stayed. My parents disowned me for not going to Yale. All I was left with him. For a while, that was enough.”
“I’m guessing things didn’t work out.”
“No, they didn’t. I just wish I hadn’t married the son of a bitch before I found out what a scumbag he is.”
“Trouble at home?”
“That fucker’s been cheating on me. I found out tonight actually. I couldn’t stay in the house a second longer. I ran, and that’s when I met you.”
He looked down into my eyes. “Is that what I am to you? A revenge fuck?”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what he was to me.
“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind. Women have gotten with me for way less noble reasons than that.”
I nestled against his chest and looked up into his eyes. “I don’t know what you are. I mean, I know we just met, but being here with you just feels right. Like I’m finally free. Does that make sense?”
He nodded. “It’s how I felt when I first met these guys. This is the life I was always meant to live. No rules. No one holding me back. It’s the real American dream. To truly be free.”
“I think I could get used to this,” I said, giving him a squeeze.
He smiled. “Me too.”
Just then a terrible roar filled the air.
A big growling motorcycle zoomed into the warehouse with an even bigger man riding it. Women and bikers jumped out of the way to avoid being hit. The bike screeched to a halt.
The helmeted rider set the kick stand and hopped off his bike. He surveyed the crowd of angry people gathering around him. He pulled off his helmet, revealing long raven hair and a lean, angular face.
Everyone fell silent at the sight of his face. I thought for sure that something terrible was about to happen.
To my surprise, a wild cheer erupted throughout the warehouse, filling the place right to the rafters. The mystery man gave a little salute and people swarmed him. He made his way through a gauntlet of hugs and claps on the back.
More than one woman ran up to him for a kiss.
“Who is that?” I asked.
“No fucking way,” Jack said and jumped off the couch.
I followed behind him quickly, not wanting to be left alone with all of these strangers. Jack headed straight for the newcomer. He pushed through the crowd of people until they were face to face.
They looked at each other for a moment. Then Jack punched the man in the face.
The man flinched back for a second then punched Jack square in the jaw. Then they broke out into laughter and embraced each other like long lost brothers.
It was a confusing display to say the least, but this whole world was foreign to me. Why would this be any different?
The crowd dispersed, leaving Jack and the man alone. I approached them timidly and finally caught Jack’s eye. He turned to his friend while gesturing at me.
“Cassie, this is my best friend in the whole fucking world, Grim. Grim, this is my new friend Cassie.”
Grim drank me in from head to toe without an ounce of shame. “Holy shit, can I be her friend, too?”
Jack laughed. “We’ll see.”
Grim extended his hand to me. I grabbed it and felt an electric shock pass between us. I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from his deep brown eyes. “Nice to meet you, Cassie.”
I struggled to find my voice. “Nice to meet you, too,” I finally managed.
“Why don’t you ditch this loser and let me give you a ride on my bike?”
He said it with a smile, but I didn’t think he was joking. I didn’t know what to say. Jack was my guy, or at least I thought he was, but something about Grim stopped me in my tracks and took my breath away.
Jack was handsome in a rough and manly way. He appealed to the part of me that wanted to be taken and ravaged. Grim was more refined somehow. I found them both sexy as hell.
I realized I needed to get out of the house more. In one night, I’d met not one but two gorgeous men that wanted me. Clearly I had been missing out on the best things in life by staying imprisoned with my piece of shit husband.
When I didn’t respond, Grim winked at me and turned to Jack, ignoring me for a moment. That was just fine by me.
I needed time to compose myself.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were back in town?” Jack asked.
“I just got in. I couldn’t miss the twentieth celebration.”
“Is it safe for you to be back?”
Grim shrugged. “I doubt it, but who gives a fuck. I’m tired of running.”
“What are you running from?” I asked.
The words were out of my mouth before I realized I was going to speak them. The two men turned to look at me, surprised.
