by Miss Merikan
Sam gasped and cupped both of her breasts, gently squeezing as he pushed his mouth against the side of her neck, sucking on the skin there. His touch and the rough texture of the coveralls against her thighs were making her senses go into overload. Her nipples throbbed against his palms as he ground his hips against her. As his kisses descended her neck, she arched her back to present him with her breasts.
Jolie watched him, wishing she could read his mind. With her legs spread around his hips and her pussy bare, she gently stirred against his crotch, wishing he’d fuck her hard. So hard she could forget herself in him and moan to her heart’s content. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, making her breasts tremble. His handsome face and the intense grey eyes became her only focus, the whole world around them blurry and unimportant.
But as soon as Sam’s mouth replaced his hand on her breast, mouthing it and sucking on the nipple, his two fingers drove into her and pressed on the upper wall of her vagina, making her stir and gasp.
Jolie hadn’t been with anyone since Jake left her heartbroken, but she couldn’t feel more confident about choosing Sam to be her partner. She stroked his head, pushing her chest up for him to explore, and slid her other hand down his nape and into his coveralls to feel the strong muscles of his back. “So good, Sam …” she moaned, stirring against his fingers and wiggling her toes. Jolie was so ready to feel all of him inside. She loved how he took control and knew how to turn her on.
As if reading her mind, Sam pulled her down the hood, closer to his hips, and opened his coveralls with a wide, lusty grin. There was a dark flush that seemed to spill down from his face, coloring his neck, and stomach underneath the chest tattoos, but she could see no further with her skirts so puffy.
“You want it?” rasped Sam into the underside of her breast, tickling it with his tongue. His fingers were moving in and out of her wet pussy, and the thumb pushing on her clit was making her want to sing all the way to the ceiling.
“Oh, fuck! Yes!” Jolie moaned with no respect for anyone who could possibly be in close proximity. Her pussy was aching to feel his dick slide in, and she rocked her hips against his fingers like they were an electric bull. Jolie hugged Sam close, pushing her nails into his back as she squeezed her other hand on his nape, holding him close. Even her anus throbbed for touch, though she wouldn’t admit it in a million years. “I want it in me,” she rasped against his beard.
Sam’s fingers pulled out, leaving her achingly empty, but then she met his dark, intense stare, and a warm cock pushed at her entrance. She licked her top lip, not embarrassed to meet his gaze. Too horny to care, or feeling too close to him to worry what he might think. When Jolie looked into his eyes, they were on the same wavelength. Her breasts were squeezed against his firm chest, and he held her in place with so much confidence there was no other way than believing that it was her Sam wanted here, not just any pretty blonde.
“Oh, wow, so thick,” she whimpered into his lips, not shying away from the devouring look Sam gave her.
“‘Wow’ good?” he uttered reaching down to grasp his cock. The head popped in and out of her hole, making it throb with a mad, all-consuming lust.
Jolie bit her lip, and swallowed, unable to control her breathing, as every push and pull on the opening to her pussy forced moans out of her lips. “Such a needy bastard.” She hugged him closer, squirming against his hard cock. “‘Wow’, amazing. ‘Wow’ fuck me with that thick dick so I see stars.”
Sam laughed and gave her a breathless kiss, pulling himself up her body and pushing his cock in deeper. The girth drilled its way through Jolie’s tender walls, and the insistent thumb was back on her clit, smearing her own fluids all over the sensitive nub. “You know how to get me hot, Candy.”
Jolie smiled, rocking her hips against that amazing cock. Just like she imagined, thick and rigid as it moved in and out, teasing every nerve in her body. “You’re such a guy. All you wanna hear is compliments.” She gave him a gentler kiss, painting patterns over his back with her fingernails. The teasing touch on her clit was making her vision blurry. It was everything she imagined. No regrets.
Sam leaned over her, caressing one of her breasts as he thrust into her over and over. She watched his face above her, his stormy eyes focused on her as if she were the only woman in the world. His grunts were heavy and dark telling her he was getting close. Pleasure was building in her in rapid waves every time his rough coveralls scratched her skin as he pushed himself in.
“Sam …” Jolie moaned into his ear, rocking her hips in the rhythm of his thrusts and gripping onto him tighter. With that thick cock slamming into her and his thumb playing her body without a music sheet, she came. All the pent-up arousal released, making her tight channel clench around his stiff dick. Her whole body stilled, then trembled, and she bit his ear, desperate to hang onto Sam’s hot, fragrant body.
Sam’s dick slowly withdrew from her hole a moment after that, but his mouth was all over her breasts, licking, nipping, and whispering against the sensitive skin, his breath shuddering against her.
“F-fuck,” he uttered, tensing over her with a low rasp to his voice.
“You liked it? You liked fucking my pussy, baby?” Jolie whispered breathlessly, her eyes closed, and the orgasm still coursing through her veins. She needed to make sure Sam wouldn’t drop her now. She liked him so much. From the edgy tattoos to the mohawk and his stubble and the septum piercing making him look like a bull about to charge.
Sam put his cock back in place and zipped the coveralls halfway before pulling her up for a soft kiss. His breathing was still ragged, but he smiled against her mouth and brushed his beard over her skin with obvious pleasure.
“It’s as sweet as you, Candy.”
Jolie wrapped her arms around his strong chest, floating on cloud nine. “You were so brave, standing up for me.” She looked into his eyes with awe.
Sam swallowed and gave her a roguish grin. “You need to be more careful next time. There’s lots of wolves out there.”
Jolie gave him the most innocent eyes and a kiss. “Good that I have a Sam now. Be the wrapper to my candy?”
Sam stared at her before pushing his face against her neck and sucking on her skin again, harder this time, and even though Jolie knew it would leave a mark, she didn’t care.
“Can’t say no. We don’t want you to break, do we?” he whispered eventually.
She smiled with a tiny whimper and rubbed her well-fucked pussy against him. So things with Sam were happening a bit fast. So what? He was great. Older, confident, hot, good in bed, and he cared to keep her safe unlike scumbag Jake.
Sam was a new step in her life, and his attention made her so happy she didn’t even want to think too far ahead. The past was the past, and for him, she would become sweet Candy.
Chapter 7
Sam had a lot of thinking to do.
The day before, he’d driven Candy home but declined her offer to stay over for some ‘cake’. He’d love some more of her moist sponge, but she’d want him to strip, possibly sleep in her vanilla-scented bed, and he could not face that. He couldn’t risk seeing her disappointed and angry that he’d lied to her. No, not lied, but there was no denying that he didn’t disclose all there was to know. He’d gone to help her with the car with a play packer in his pants, the cyber-skin erection hidden under the baggy coveralls, but things were just going forward so fast.
What if she’d talk? Even now, two years after being patched in, he was still on edge among the Coffin Nails, but despite it all, he wouldn’t ever choose a different kind of life. Those men offered him a chance to be a part of their brotherhood, and they had never seen him as anything else than who he felt he was. During his training as a car mechanic, he’d been the only ‘female’ in the garage, then at school, and even though the other guys readily accepted Sam’s presence after a transition period of obligatory teasing and testing ground, he’d still been the other in their eyes. They all thought he was a butch lesbian, never one of t
he guys. He even had some of them coming onto him in hope of ‘converting’ him. Not to mention the never-ending stupid jokes at his expense he was expected to laugh at not to seem ‘stuck up’.
But if Sam’s Coffin Nails brothers knew how he came to be who he was now, what would they do? He’d rather not think about it. Even a sleepless night of tossing and turning in his bed didn’t bring Sam peace. In the short moments between sleep and reality, he imagined sucking on Candy’s sweet strawberry-flavored cunt, and as bad of an idea as it seemed, he couldn’t convince himself to like her any less. She was a bit of a ditz, but he did save her ears, and her car, and possibly her business. Surely, she wouldn’t want to see him hurt, even if she didn’t want to have anything to do with him once she knew everything.
He’d fucked a lot of girls since his fiasco with Bryana, but he never let his guard down, never did it in full light, never let them touch him below his navel, never let them jerk him off or blow him. And he’d love to have Candy’s luscious mouth on his cock. He’d fuck her hard afterward so that she’d completely forget that Jake guy.
The way Candy melted into him when they fucked, how her nipples rubbed against his chest… Pure fucking heaven. Even thinking about it made him want to jerk off in the morning, but then the text message from Borg came, and he couldn’t stay in bed.
‘Church in half an hour.’
Sam dragged himself out of bed and got ready to ride out ASAP. Something serious was up if they were being called over on such short notice. His shower only took about two minutes, and within the next ten, he was out. When he arrived at the clubhouse, it became clear that not everyone made it on time, but thirty minutes really was a stretch, so he decided to get some quick breakfast in the kitchen.
Red Jack was already there scoffing down some toast and sausage. “Yo, Sam! When are you coming to wash my car?”
Sam opened the fridge and pulled out a microwavable sandwich. “What would I want with your can?”
“Your girl Candy smeared her pussy juice all over the hood.” He snorted and wiggled his eyebrows at Sam, who felt a pleasant heat spread in his chest.
“That’s your only chance to taste her, and you want to give it away? I’m shocked.”
Red Jack chuckled and swallowed more toast. “Dirty bastard. Was your only chance towing her car? You got a freebie for that?”
Sam put the sandwich into the microwave and poured himself some lemonade. “She’s the one that got a freebie. I might consider giving her more,” he said even though he already decided that he would.
“Let me know if she needs a paint job on her car next.” Red Jack drank some tomato juice straight from the box.
“You’re not gonna get a freebie, Red. Unless it’s from Lucy the ice queen stripper. I’d be impressed,” said Sam, sipping his lemonade. It was a bliss of tartness after having to rise so quickly.
Red Jack’s face fell, and he let out a groan, throwing the empty box into the sink. “I don’t care about that bitch. She’s fuckin’ frigid.” He must have gotten snubbed by her to get that angry about it, and it had Sam smirking.
“Nah, she just hates your dick.”
Viper came into the kitchen. “Finish up. Church in five.”
Red Jack got out of the chair and ran his fingers through his carrot-colored hair. “I got up in the morning for this. Give me break.”
“Amen,” added Sam, but was quick to pull out the sandwich and get on with it.
“Sam, that bitch of yours is fucking loud,” said Viper, leaning against the doorframe. “Shut her up if you don’t want anyone joining the show.”
Sam growled, but acknowledged it with a nod, his mouth full of pesto chicken and bread. To Sam’s disappointment, Red Jack picked up on it right away.
“Fuck yeah, Sam.” Red elbowed him. “We should tag team on her sometime. How about it?”
He might as well have blown up explosives in Sam’s head. Sam tossed the glass into the sink and squashed Red’s balls, pushing him on the table. “Keep your spotted junk to yourself!”
Viper started laughing in a low, whispery laugh that always gave Sam the creeps. “Bitch must have some tasty pussy.”
Red Jack pushed at Sam’s chest but backed off with a scowl of pain. “Okay, okay! She made of cotton candy or something? Just makin’ an honest proposition!”
Sam snorted and pushed his hand down his front pocket, straightening up. “The fuck you are! You’re a sore loser, but I won the rights to her fair and square!”
Viper pointed them to the door, and Red Jack was first to leave with an angry huff. Sam couldn’t help but have a sway to his walk as he followed. It was his name Candy would be moaning.
Sam sneaked in two more bites of the sandwich, ignoring the broken glass in the sink. One of the sheep would surely take care of it later. When he entered the chapel, all patched brothers were already in their usual chairs, and Sam took his, back to the window.
Their coffin-shaped table was a legacy of forty years of the Coffin Nails’ existence. The wood was riddled with scratches, stains, and cigarette burns, but those didn’t take away from the respect each of them had for this place. At this table, each patched member could have a say, and even looking at it always filled Sam with pride. This was his place on earth. A brotherhood in blood and mayhem.
Borg, as every president before him, sat at the base of the coffin, with Viper, his VP by his right hand and Glock by his left. St Nick, the oldest of them, was at the head of the coffin, and Sam liked the stability of it, even if the empty place by St. Nick’s side bothered him like a broken tooth in an otherwise perfect row of teeth. Was this meeting about Doc? Sam’s hopes died the moment he realized there was no joy on Nick’s face, and it would have surely been there if he knew his eldest was coming back.
“We have a few things to go over today,” Borg started. “Monster took care of a certain issue yesterday, but Officer Paulson vanished off the face of the earth. We can’t achieve anything unless we confront the fucker.”
Glock nodded with a frown and looked at Sam. “You sure your girlie hasn’t been talking to anyone? Seems fucking convenient for him to disappear now.”
Sam leaned back in the chair, gritting his teeth so hard they started aching. The table suddenly became very quiet, and Sam looked up to meet Borg’s calm gaze.
Borg shrugged. “Answer him.”
“Pinning her with my dick was bound to be more effective than pushing a nail through her,” Sam growled.
Instead of an angry answer, the wrinkles on Glock’s face smoothed out, and he actually chuckled. “By the way she was screaming, I thought you were actually using nails.”
Sam grinned and slapped him on the shoulder with relief settling in his chest. He needed to keep Candy out of harm’s way because she seemed to be a trouble magnet.
“Any other explanations for why Paulson’s missing?”
Viper tapped his fingers on a paperback crime novel he must have put on the table as if it were a Bible. “Our last informant was arrested two weeks ago, so no intel from that end.”
“So now we have the police sniffing around, and there was even a cop car parked across the street from my fucking house. To me, it’s just another sign that something here is off, why else would they keep such a close eye on us all of a sudden?” Glock took a long hard look around the table, but Borg interrupted him.
“What we need is to find a nice, legit place to store the drugs we can’t move right now. We can’t afford not to buy them, because there’s others who’d take over our supplier in no time. We’re good with the Italians right now, but if they see a weakness, I bet they won’t care about balance, and karma, and shit.”
Viper leaned forward and rested both his hands on the book. “Does any of you know of a place that would work for the time being? Can’t be any of our homes.”
Glock sighed. “Calamity’s shooting range won’t do either. Cops have been sniffing around there already.”
St. Nick leaned on the table. �
�What about Gina’s wedding parlor? No one’s gonna be looking through those layers of fluff. And those dresses all looks the same. We just have to seal them up so dogs can’t sniff ‘em out, and sew them into all that lace.”
Borg frowned and nodded. A quick vote passed the idea.
“We’ll start with that. Viper and Samson, stay. We’ll talk details,” he said and knocked the steel hammer on the table.
Sam didn’t show his surprise, but excitement was already simmering in his chest. Borg trusted him, he knew this much, but he was rarely singled out like this. Did they want to give him an important job, or was this still about poor Candy?
Borg gave some of the men errands to do in preparation for the deed, and everyone soon gravitated toward the door. Viper moved along the wall almost noiselessly, and closed the door once only he, Borg, and Sam remained.
Borg looked from Sam to Viper. “We have a fucking rat here. And until we find out who it is, we can’t be disclosing details about the transports. Paulson must know who it is, but until we find him, we need to store the drugs somewhere else. Which brings us to our other problem.” He turned to Sam. “Candy girl. You seem to trust her, Sam, but she’s no old lady. We need to bring her closer, so she has more to lose if she cracks.”
Sam stared at him, his chest firing up as he looked between prez and his right hand. “What do you want me to do? Marry her, or something?”
Viper hissed as if the word ‘marry’ offended him. No wonder. The guy had been through three marriages. Once he even said he’d love to annul all three if it weren’t such a bother, so that he could call himself as a bachelor.
Borg squinted at Sam, and it felt like having nails drill into Sam’s skull. “Do you want to?”
Sam groaned and pinched the base of his nose, already knowing he blurted out something really dumb. “You just put me on the spot.”
