Lisa Vs. Outlaw

by Mona Cox

  “Harder, harder!” I cry out, the words leaving my lips before I can stop myself. And I should stop myself; I mean, how in the world am I going to survive this? I guess I’ll find out how good I am at surviving, since Diesel obliges to my request and starts going harder than before.

  His thrusts are violent and strong, the rocking movement of his hips a perfect pendulum motion. He breaks his chain of movement with just one thrust, using all his strength at once and impaling me on his rock hard shaft; I close my eyes and grit my teeth, hissing as electric pleasure fills my mind at once and spreads to every single muscle in my body, no matter how small.

  He cums at the same time as I do. I press my forehead against his as that sweet orgasm crawls under my skin, reaching for every single corner of my mind. I breathe out deeply, feeling the first spasms of his cum; he stops his thrusting motion and them simply holds his position, gushing a warm river of cum inside of me, coating my insides and dripping down.

  Eventually he lets go of me, his cock twitching one final time before he pulls out from me and rolls to the side, sprawling his arms and surrendering to the sweet ecstasy that blankets us both. I let his cock slide out of me slowly, and then roll to the side and lay on top of the mattress.

  Exhausted, my body still victim to the occasional twitch, I take my hand and reach for his. Finding it, I lace my fingers around it. As he squeezes it back, a wave of comfort rides through me.

  “You might not be a bad boy, Diesel…” I say, my voice just a faint whisper. “But you sure know what you’re doing.”

  “You really don’t believe me, do you?”

  “Maybe I need some more convincing…” I turn to the side, so that I can look at him, and he does the same. In his eyes there’s a glint, and something tells me that this won’t be the last time we’re together…

  If he keeps fucking me like this, I guess he can convince me of anything he wants.

  8

  Lisa

  Okay, I’m not normally a clingy girl; I promise I’m not. But it’s been two whole days since the best fucking of my life, and I’ve heard...

  Absolutely not a thing from Diesel. Is that normal? Well, fuck, I don’t care if it’s normal for other people, it’s sure as hell not normal for me.

  So I decide that I’m not going to sit around and sigh and moan and hope that Diesel picks up the damn phone. Oh hell no. I wait for no man. I text him.

  Where are you, Carlton?

  He hates that name, and so I use it every chance I can get. Why? Because it’s fun to needle him.

  I never said I was nice.

  On the west side, with my mc.

  I can’t help grinning as I text back:

  Are you at Chelsea Piers, playing mini golf?

  I need to throw in some mention of bikes—pedal bikes. That’d really get under his skin.

  I mean, yeah, sure, he had the valet bring his Harley around that night at the Clover Club, but when you have a valet driving your Harley to deliver it to you, I'm sorry, that just doesn't count toward the masculinity factor. I refuse to think of someone who uses a valet as also being a rough and tough guy. It just…doesn’t compute.

  Before I can come up with the best way to ask him how fast he can get his Schwinn bicycle to go, he responds:

  No, although I can take you there sometime if you really want to go. I’m here at the clubhouse. Wanna come over?

  Very much. What is the address?

  I’m totally going to Google Map whatever addy he gives me. It’s probably going to be for some Italian restaurant or something.

  I’ll warn you; you’ll probably have to give blowjobs to every club member in the joint if you come here.

  I study my screen, biting my lip as I think. I’m pretty sure he isn’t being serious, but…what if he is? I mean, I want it rough; I want it from a man, but I don’t want to be gangbanged. That’s too far, even for me.

  I decide to play it safe, for now.

  We should compromise. You come to my place in Times Square. I don’t have a MC hanging out in the lobby, but I do have a gym.

  You want just me, or do you want some of my buddies too?

  I gulp. Oh my god, he can’t be serious, right?

  Right?

  I think your dick is big enough to satisfy me.

  As long as you’re happy…

  9

  Diesel

  The car is headed toward Lisa’s and I look over my messages on my phone, trying to make sure that I’ve answered everything. I’m pretty sure I won’t be available for the next several hours.

  All of a sudden my phone rings.

  I see who it is, and pick up.

  You want to know who it is, isn’t it?

  You know I can’t tell you. You’re too close to Lisa. You’ll just go and tell her.

  Besides, one of the rules of my MC is that I can’t fucking talk about inside business with outsiders. Doesn’t matter who the fuck I am, they’ll take away my patch and maybe even kill me if I started giving out the deepest, darkest secrets of the club.

  Don’t worry. We’re not trafficking in women or drugs. At least not this chapter. But we can’t have just every single reader on the Amazon store know our business, you know?

  Definitely Lisa can’t know. That’s sort of a given.

  Sure, she wants an outlaw. I get that.

  If she ever knew about me, I don’t know how long she’d stay, though.

  It’s something I can’t get over.

  But if things keep going the way they are with her, it’s something Im going to have to tell her about eventually. I mean, there’s only a certain amount of time I can keep fucking her without her asking any questions. She’s already started to. She’s probably already googled me. And she’s probably left with more questions than answers.

  That just means one thing. I have a choice coming up soon.

  Either tell her about who I really am.

  Or watch her leave me.

  10

  Lisa

  Makeup? Check. Tight dress? Check. Sexy lingerie? Check. All systems go; I’m ready for takeoff. Well, almost ready; I’m still waiting on the pilot.

  Although only an hour passed after Diesel’s last text, it seems like that was an eternity ago. I’m walking around my apartment like someone hit in the head by a club; I go from the kitchen to the bedroom, then head to the living room and only stop when I raced through every corner in the place. Why am I this nervous? It’s not like this is my first time with him… But I can’t shake off the anxiety that has settled deep in my bones. Every time I remember how it felt to have my naked body pressed against Diesel’s, his hard cock buried deep inside of me… That’s enough to make a wet mess out of me.

  Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door and my train of thought derails. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and then walk to the door with a steady gait.

  “Long time, no see,” Diesel greets me as I open the door. He’s leaning against the doorway, his leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. This time he isn’t wearing a Polo, but a simple black dress shirt that clings to his muscles in an impossibly delicious way.

  “So, how was mini-golf?” I say, trying to play it cool and confident as I step to the side, inviting me in.

  “Dangerous,” he simply responds, throwing his jacket over my couch. “Gladly, I was there to prevent anyone from spraining an ankle.”

  “You have a big heart for a bad boy.”

  “Lucky for you,” he starts, lowering his voice and closing the distance between us, “I have something bigger than my heart.” His body is almost against mine, his lips just inches away from mine. My heart is beating so fast I can feel it in my throat.

  “Do you? And what can you possibly be talking about?”

  “You’re a smartass, aren’t you, Lisa?” he whispers, gently placing his long fingers on my waist. “Maybe I should punish you for that. Give you a good ol’ spanking.”

  “I doubt you can do that,” I tease him, locki
ng eyes with him. “You’re not as bad as you say… Carlton.” He narrows his eyes as he hears his real name, but I just smile.

  “Lisa, I’m not lying. I always told you the truth,” he continues, ignoring my teasing words. His tone of voice is a truthful one, but I just can’t buy it. What kind of outlaw MC would wear Polos and live in the Upper East Side? “I am--” This time I shut him up, placing my index finger over his moving lips.

  “I don’t care,” I say, and I mean it. “Just fuck me already.”

  Saying nothing more, I lean in for the kiss and, closing my eyes, I let his mouth fit against mine. I savor his full lips, surrendering to his manly flavor. I reach with my tongue and, feeling his, our kiss grows fierce, his hands pulling eagerly on my hips.

  My small fingers go to his shirt, and I flatten the palm of my hands against it, feeling his firm pectorals and eight-pack. I push the fabric up his torso and, as he raises his arms, I then pull it over his head and throw it to the floor, baring his ripped chest.

  It’s impossible to resist his perfect body and I’m not even going to try. His fingers go around my hips and over the curve of my ass, cupping it over my dress and squeezing it hard. I succumb to his pull and lean in, laying my lips against his neck.

  He stops me by tangling his fingers on my hair and throwing my head back, and I feel him breathing in the scent of my hair as my hands explore his side. That wild anxiety taking over me, I move my hands over the clasp of his belt and unfasten it, popping out the top button on his jeans at the same time.

  I feel him shudder as I pull down his zipper, warm blood hurrying down to between my legs and making me feel as alive as I have ever felt. His cock strains against his boxer briefs, the bulging there brushing against my knuckles. In one swift motion, I open my hand and press my palm against him, his cock pulsing impatiently against my skin. I can’t wait to him inside of me again, to feel his thickness stretching me wide and ruining me for other men… And he’s probably thinking the same, judging by the hurried way he kicks off his shoes.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he says, squeezing my ass, his almost naked body so maddeningly close to mine. With my curves filling his hands, he takes his mouth to my neck and nibbles at the smooth flesh there, his scent climbing up my nostrils and taking my brain by assault. I exhale deeply against his ear, my skin prickling as his tender kisses go over my neck.

  “That makes two of us,” I breathe out. I take my arms behind his back, my hands darting lower toward his jeans. With a grin dancing on my lips, I go around his waist and curl my fingers around his thick member; we kiss again, our tongues dancing in a circle around each other.

  I almost feel a shiver going up his spine as the palm of my hand flexes against his crotch, his thickness resting there as it snuggles between my small and delicate fingers. I tug on it, the soft and cautious movement of my hand enough to make him gasp. Yanking on my hair again, he forces me to look him straight in the eyes.

  “On your knees,” he commands me, and my body obeys before I can even process the meaning behind his words. I start kissing down his neck as I go down, my lips brushing over his nipples and toward his stomach, and he closes his eyes in anticipation.

  The moment my knees touch the floor I lean forward, placing my mouth over the straining shape that tents his boxer briefs. I suck on his cock over the fabric, my lips tightly wrapped around his thickness. Biting down on his lower lip, he runs his hands through my hair, disheveling it.

  His cock pulses hard against my hand as I claw at the hem of his boxers, the fabric of it sliding down his ass. I push down with both of my hands, his cock revealing itself to me as hard as I've ever seen it, its tip glistening with eagerness. He kicks off both his jeans and boxers then, standing naked over me like a God of Sin.

  In a way, it surprises me how much I crave him. It’s simply maddening, so much that when I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking it down ever so slowly, I have to close my eyes for an instant as a wave of delight rides me. I breathe out sharply as, looking up at him, I see him with his eyes closed, an expression of pure pleasure on his face. He might know how to use his huge cock, but I also know a trick or two when it comes to using my mouth.

  Opening my mouth slightly I place it over his tip, my tongue brushing it gently. I feel the urge to lean forward, to make his cock slide down my lips in one swift motion and feel my whole mouth around it. But I wait, patiently, and keep to my own pace, my mouth widens slowly as I lean in, my lips sliding over his length inch by slow inch, making his body suffer through a sweet slow boil.

  He claws at my hair as I cup his balls, my mouth finally filled with his throbbing member, the warmness of it almost making me dizzy. I pull out as slowly as I’ve leaned into him until only his tip is on my lips, and then go down again, each coming and going motion of my head making him grab at my hair harder.

  He groans as my hand joins the pendulum motion of my mouth. I’m stroking and sucking at a rhythm so perfect I wish for it to never end. I can only imagine what’s going through his head as he looks down at me, seeing his flesh going in and out of my mouth. Just thinking of it I feel my pussy growing wetter than before.

  "I’m going to fuck you so hard, Lisa," he whispers toward me. I raise my eyes up to him and, sliding back and allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth slowly, I smile at him, dimples forming around the edge of my mouth.

  “I’ll make you keep that promise,” I tease him, and then I go back down on his cock. Bobbing my head back and forth, I go as fast as I possibly can. Even though the muscles in my neck are burning, and my jaw is hurting from being opened to its limit, I don’t stop. I push through whatever limitations I might have, going so fast that any other man would have just cum by now. But, of course, Diesel is not just any man; he’s something else entirely.

  “Fuck,” he groans, his cock spasming inside my mouth. His whole body tenses up and, grabbing me by the hair, he forces me to stop sucking. Sliding his cock out from my mouth, he just looks down at me and grins. “Time to make that promise happen.”

  He pulls me up to my feet and, taking his hands to my hips, pushes me back until I hit the wall. He then turns me around and I place both my hands against the flat surface, swaying my hips softly. I jut my ass at him and my heart starts racing faster: I want him bad and I want him now. "I’m going to fuck you so hard," he says, and his words sound like something magical.

  Still grabbing me by the waist, he presses his body against mine. With his cock nestled against my ass cheeks, I start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing his thickness and trying to burn down his mind with long flames of desire.

  He rocks his body against mine and lifts my dress up to my waist, pressing his cock between my ass cheeks. I can’t help but savor how perfect it feels to be so close to him, his length pressed tight against my skin.

  We keep moving our bodies in unison, my heart thrashing inside my chest as I feel his eyes wander over my body’s eager curves. God, I want—no, I need to feel every single inch of his smooth skin on my body.

  He lets his hungry hands slide under the collar of my dress and make a teasing descent toward my breasts. With his fingers going over the cup of my bra and hooking themselves under it, his fingertips trace the curve of my breasts and find the warm hardness of my swollen nipples.

  I arch my back and gasp, surrendering to his touch. Hungry for him, a white pulsing heat inside my head, I close my eyes as he slides the shoulder straps of my dress down my arms. He places one hand on my lower back, his fingers resting over the dimples I have there.

  He finds his way to the clasp of my bra and, with a turn of his fingers, unhooks it. As the straps tumble down my shoulders, the bra cups gently droop down my breasts, a faint tan line revealing itself around the soft and firm mounds. Guided by pure instinct I pull the bra out and throw it to the ground; he then makes me turn to him and guides his mouth to my chest, flicking his tongue at a tiny hard nipple and then lowering his mouth and sucking on it as he cups both brea
sts and squeezes them. God, the way he’s doing it makes me feel as if… Hell, there’s nothing I can compare what I’m feeling to! I love sex, yeah, but I never thought that foreplay could even be this good.

  His fingertips make the climb back down from my breasts, hiking over my stomach and discovering the hemline of my dress. He goes under it and straight to my crotch, his touch settling on my inner thighs as I squirm anxiously. With only one finger he traces the tender lines of my groin before surrendering to impatience and pressing down the palm of his hand over my drenched thong, drawing a purred moan out of my lips.

  He brushes the tip of his fingers over my thong, my heart kicking and punching at my rib cage. Just imagining how it will feel to have him pull the thong down my legs, I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to have him tasting me with his mouth.

  As if he can read my mind, he goes to his knees in a heartbeat; he takes his hands to my ankles and slides them up my legs, my mouth feeling dry as he touches the wet fabric of my thong with his fingertips once more. He leans into me, his lips gently kissing my knees, my inner thighs, my groin... Oh, I can’t take this teasing anymore. Lucky for me, he places his mouth over my thong and, breathing in, sucks hard, feeling my scent and flavor. I feel lightheaded and dizzy as he does it.

  I can’t help but thrust my hips forward, pressing my pussy against his mouth, my eager wetness coating his hungry lips. Then, unable to wait one second more, he lifts my dress up to my waist and pushes my thong aside, just enough so that he can taste my folds with the tip of his tongue. He laps at me, flicking his tongue at my clit and circling it slowly; pressing his mouth there he starts sucking, pleasure completely in control of me.