Asty stopped breathing and looked at Hunter, searching for cues. She wasn’t sure she wanted go to some hotel with a bunch of people she didn’t know, unless Hunter would be going as well.
Cobra followed her gaze and nodded at Hunter. “You’re invited too.”
“Thanks, but I gotta gather all the speakers and take them back.”
Asty looked into Cobra’s brown eyes and toyed with the pendant on her neck, the one that held the hair of her mother and brother. His gaze was licking up her breasts, and it stirred a violent heat deep inside her, but her thoughts immediately drifted off to Hunter. “I think I’m tired, so I’ll go home soon. But thank you. It was great to meet all of you,” she said, not wanting to give him the wrong impression. She was attracted to him, but she wasn’t a groupie.
“Have a good night then. Thanks for the reading. If you ever want free tickets for a show, hit us up. Hunter’s got my e-mail.” Cobra gave her a quick wink, and he was off with the rest of his bandmates and their friends.
It went terribly quiet once it was just her and Hunter, but his presence filled the whole room, and she was aware of him without even turning around.
“So ... that was interesting,” she said and slowly turned his way, unsure what to do now that it was just the two of them. “You must be tired,” she added after a moment to fill the silence.
“I’m fine. I’m a bit of a night owl anyway. If you wait for me to gather the speakers, I could give you a ride home.”
Asty took a bus to get here and intended to return by cab, but it would be nice to spend a bit of time with Hunter. He was the father of her baby, so she could offer him some of her time, get to know him. It was thanks to him that she met Cobra and the rest of the band, so she owed him at least that much.
“That would be nice. Thanks.”
They went back to the stage, and wherever he gathered speakers or cables, she followed. The equipment was heavy, so it was a case of going back and forth to his van. She offered to help, but he didn’t let her take more than a few cables.
“You know I won’t let it go, right? You have to tell me what your ritual was about,” he said as they were in the midst of another round. “I don’t want to find out in a few months that I helped bring the plague to Detroit or something.”
Asty laughed and covered her mouth, slightly embarrassed by that initial reaction. Maybe she was just nervous. “No. It was about family matters,” she said in the end, not wanting to give him too many details. It was private, just between her, Mother, and Bell.
Hunter wasn’t laughing. He was silent for a long moment, and as he put the last speaker into the van, he lit himself a cigarette, wordlessly offering one to Asty. “Did it work?” He looked into her eyes and took a big drag of smoke.
She stopped breathing and licked her lips as they stood in the shadow of the building. The music was still echoing from the front of the club, but here in the back, it was strangely silent. Asty knew the baby was too small for her to feel it yet, but she somehow did. “Yes.”
“I suppose that’s all that matters then. Just …” Hunter frowned and took his time to choose his next words. “Don’t do it again. That was so extremely risky. What if someone hurt you back there?”
Asty briefly touched the front of her chest and shook her head. Nothing would have happened with her mother watching over her, but he couldn’t possibly understand that. It was sweet of him to care though. “I won’t.”
“It’s gonna be quite a story for ‘how I lost my cherry.’” He snorted and threw away the butt of the cigarette before jumping into the van. He started arranging the speakers farther to the back.
Asty leaned against the entrance to the van and watched him move efficiently. He had a flashlight in the back, and the shadows it created only stressed the movement of Hunter’s muscles under inked skin. She wondered whether her baby would look like Bell, or would its body be what was physically created of her and Hunter. Mother never specified that in her journal.
“I don’t think I’m gonna be telling anyone about it, ever.”
“You were so sexy. Like some kind of otherworldly goddess. Like a dream that only happens in heavy metal music videos.” Hunter leaned against one of the speakers and watched her with a gaze that didn’t feel sleazy, but was most definitely hungry for what was under her black dress.
She could almost feel the ghosts of his fingers brushing against her thighs, and it made her blood run faster. It was strange to hear something like that, as she wasn’t experienced in sex. And yet, his words seemed so sincere. “I think we could have made a pretty picture for the cover of the next Cries of Decay album.”
He raised his eyebrows with a small smile. “You sayin’ I’m pretty?”
Asty gasped, suddenly feeling cornered, but she couldn’t just go back on her words. “Maybe ...”
“What if I say I think you’re almost as pretty as me?” Hunter winked at her and gestured with his hand for her to join him in the back of the van.
Asty clenched her hand on the locket on her chest, staring at him with her heart drumming against her ribcage like a caged demon. It wasn’t an invitation to take a look at the speakers, and yet, she slowly entered the back of the van. “I’d say you’re buttering me up.”
“To do what?” He gave her a crooked grin and reached out to grab her hand.
She frowned, even though she’d gladly melt into his touch. “You know what. I’m a witch, remember? I can read you like a book.”
Hunter pulled her closer, grabbed her waist, and before she could protest, he sat her on a large speaker. “So that’s why you think I’m a pig.”
“There’s that,” she uttered, fighting the shallowness of her breath. “And then there’s the name of your former club.” She knew what “hogs” meant in biker slang, but it was still amusing.
“Well, I’m a Nail now.” Hunter put his hands on the sides of her thighs, leaning closer. “And I’m not scared of your daddy.”
Asty inhaled slowly, and her eyes wouldn’t stray from Hunter’s handsome face and expressive eyes. “You should be scared of Tooth. He’s like my big brother,” she whispered, unable to stop the shudders rocking her body.
“I won’t have to be scared if you don’t tell him, right?” He leaned lower to catch her lips in a kiss.
Asty arched forward, heat streaming through her body, and the prickling at her lips wouldn’t let her move away. It was as if time stopped, and she didn’t care to put it into motion again. Electricity trailed down her chest, all the way between her tender pussy lips, and all of a sudden, there was an ache inside her, and she just had to close her thighs.
“Maybe ...”
“Oh, you’re a tease, aren’t you?” Hunter whispered against her lips. “You’re toying with my life, babe.”
Asty slid her hands to his shoulders, shocked by how warm they were against her own skin. “I told you death is following me. You can still run ...”
Hunter took a deep breath and quickly straightened up. “Yep, that’s creepy, I’m done,” he said, and to Asty’s utter shock and disappointment, he went straight for the back door of the van. But just as he was about to jump off, he reached out to the handles and pulled them to shut the van.
They were left in just the bluish light of the flashlight, and Hunter turned around to her with a grin, approaching slowly, like a predator about to feast on its victim. “Gotta try harder than that to scare me.” He stood in front of her, and she looked up the flames of hell tattooed on his stomach to the large cross on his chest and “JUDAS” written under his collarbones. “Now, where were we?”
Before she could answer, his lips were on hers, forcing them to part and let his tongue in. The kiss was so different now that she actually knew him, now that he wasn’t a faceless man in the darkness. He’d seen her without makeup, and still wanted her, seen her meltdowns, seen her vibrator. And still wanted her.
Asty crawled her fingers into his hair and mewled without even thinking about it
. His tongue was so smooth against hers as it played in her mouth. The contrast of that sensation and the sharp bite of the stubble growing back on Hunter’s skin had her pussy squeezing, and they hadn’t even started yet. The one drunken game of spin the bottle in high school had nothing on Hunter’s kisses.
“That you’re not afraid, and I don’t tell on you,” she muttered into his lips the moment she could.
“Yes, exactly.” His big hands started their exploration with her ribs, but then slid up just under her breasts, and he reached to tease her nipples through the dress with his thumbs. The way he looked into her eyes was hypnotizing, and Asty couldn’t explain why she shivered so much. She had been so confident during the ritual, but now everything was more personal. It wasn’t her liturgical persona and two strangers she’d never see again. It was her and a hot man made of flesh and blood.
She buried her nose in his hair and breathed in their scent, a mixture of cologne and the bitterness of sweat, but it was more addictive than anything she had ever sensed. “Okay,” she finally whispered, nuzzling his ear as he gently touched her nipples, which already hardened against his thumbs, despite the clothes and underwear in between. It was as if she could sense his briefest touch. Hot streams were coursing through her flesh, and it felt as if invisible hands were rubbing circles all over her skin.
“You can tell me if you’re not feelin’ something, okay?” Hunter murmured and licked along her top lip, sending yet another shiver down to her pussy. “I could just eat you up alive, so you need to rein me in if I’m too much.” His palms slid up to her breasts and squeezed them slightly. “Perfect size.”
Asty whimpered and nodded. She wanted his touch with all that she was. Hunter’s words made lust explode in her mind with images of him fucking her like a wild beast, pushing his thick cock in again and again until he came, his dick throbbing with heat as he pumped her full of his come. She couldn’t bear looking into his eyes with those thoughts crawling in her brain. She gasped when he pulled the neckline of her velvet dress lower, exposing her black lacy bra. She was so hot it was hard to think straight anymore, and she realized she’d never been so into someone. Even Cobra.
“Front clasp, I like that.” Hunter murmured with a smile, and he took his time opening her bra, but once he did, the cups slid to the sides, baring her breasts to him.
Strangely, she felt much more naked now than when she did in that church without a shred of fabric on her body. Hunter’s hands explored her naked skin, and he lowered his face to kiss her ear, and then down to her neck.
She let her head drop back and pulled him closer, hoping the stiffness between her legs would be released soon, or she’d gradually lose her mind. “That’s just because you don’t know how to deal with bras. It’s not that complicated,” she uttered, slowly rocking her hips forward.
“You got me. I’m a complete noob with bras. And I know nothing about boobs either.” He nipped on her ear and pinched one of her nipples, making her moan. “And I’m the worst at fucking pussy.” Hunter slid one of his hands to her thigh, and then right up her dress. Everything was happening too fast, and too slow, all at once.
Asty opened her thighs before even thinking, but there was nothing to be done once it happened, so she just kissed the side of Hunter’s neck, lapping at his Adam’s apple as his fingers climbed the short distance between the hem of her dress and her pussy, which was now only hidden by a thin piece of lacy underwear. Just thinking about him touching her there made her whimper.
“Like, all this wetness. What do I even do with that, huh?” He slid his fingers over her panties, pushing the fabric slightly between her nether lips.
“Are you really asking me? I’ve had sex once so far,” she whispered, gently biting on his skin and tightening her legs around him. The air smelled of dust and motor oil, and some of the shadows played tricks on her in the darkness, but she couldn’t think of any other place she’d rather be.
“No, I think I’m good. What do you think?” he asked as he started rubbing his thumb over her clit through the damp panties, and all she could do was moan in response and clench her arms around his shoulders.
Asty groaned and bit her lips, slowly rocking her hips toward the touch. The rubbing sensation made her thighs shiver, and she kissed Hunter’s shoulder before biting into it out of both lust and frustration. “Just ... go for it ...”
She didn’t need to repeat her words. Hunter pushed her dress up to her hips and pulled her panties down in one quick move. He took out a condom and waved it at her with a question in his eyes, but he was already unbuttoning his jeans, and she couldn’t wait to see his thick tool again.
Asty shook her head frantically. She was already pregnant, and it wasn’t as if she would suffer a serious illness if she were to die anyway. She pulled on the sides of his open jeans and urged him closer, unable to think of anything else than his cock spearing her body. “Come on ...”
“You can’t wait?” Hunter groaned and dropped the condom. “I’m gonna cream you, and you’ll go home to daddy, dripping with my cum,” he whispered, and his words ignited arousal so visceral, Asty didn’t even know she had it in her. He looked between her legs as he dragged his cockhead between her slippery pussy lips. “You want that?”
She nodded with her lips dry and slid her hand down his stomach, feeling how hard it was to the touch. But the moment she reached the line of pubes, her fingers stopped and she just looked up at Hunter, pleading for him to continue. This was already too much. She was baring herself to the core, and it felt so much more intense than that night in the church, even though they were in a shabby van, on top of a speaker.
Hunter yanked her forward so that her ass was on the edge, and his rock hard cock pushed into her wet pussy with ease, sliding inside of her body and making her gasp once her channel tightened around his girth.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Hunter grunted and his hands massaged her thighs. His fingers slid under the stay-up stockings and pulled them lower, exposing more skin as his cock pushed even deeper, penetrating her at a new angle.
Asty grabbed at his arms, heavy with need. There she was, thinking her pussy would experience some relief once Hunter was in her, but that didn’t happen at all. If anything, that thick cock pushing into the depths of her was only fueling the burning fire inside her loins. “Move,” she whispered and leaned back as her stomach protested the uncomfortable position. The speaker was big enough to hold most of her back, but with her head hanging slightly lower, the penetration felt somehow even more intense.
“Oh, I am, baby, I am.” Hunter grabbed her thighs, and his stomach muscles moved in the most perfect way under the tats when he started a fast rhythm of thrusts, pushing deep inside of her every time.
She was shocked to feel the throbbing pressure inside her only rise as he quickened his pace, hanging his powerful body over hers. His hair moved back and forth over her chest, tickling her nipples and drowning Asty in its delicious scent. Her body rocked with the thrusts, and she didn’t even care about the hard wood and plastic digging into her flesh and making it numb. She was good as long as his big hard cock kept moving in and out. She loved the little rounded movements of Hunter’s hips that teased her pussy in a whole new way, awakening nerve endings that still remained forgotten. No toy could compare to a warm, breathing man holding her and teasing her flesh while he looked into her eyes and at the body he declared was so attractive to him.
There was a loud moan, and she didn’t realize it was hers at first, but as pressure grew inside her, she couldn’t bear the tension anymore and touched her exposed, slick clit, excited by the rapid movements just below her hand.
“Get yourself off. I wanna feel your hot pussy squeeze my dick,” Hunter rasped, and the rhythm of his cock pushing into her was like a well-oiled piston, only gaining speed with every second. “Show me your tongue.”
Asty gasped and obediently opened her mouth, wiggling both sides of her split tongue as she started rapidly rubbing h
er clit. Her feet curled, and heat shot all over her in the moments just before climax. She grabbed one of her breasts with her free hand, and by the time she came, her wrist hurt from the speed at which she was masturbating. The stiff presence moving inside her only made the experience fuller when her pussy started rhythmically clenching around Hunter’s dick. Her eyes had closed, but now she looked up, eager to drink his pleasure as well.
“Can’t wait to feel that tongue on my cock,” he murmured just before he came, with his cheeks visibly flushed even in the darkness, and as he was leaving his hot cum inside of her, he lazily ground his hips against her pussy. He still held her legs under the knees when he leaned forward to kiss one of her tender nipples.
It was only then that Asty remembered she was supposed to swallow his sperm for its masculine virility, but that could wait. For now, she was more content than she expected. As she looked down at Hunter’s flushed face between her breasts, there was a warmth awakening in her chest that had nothing to do with the carnality of this act. She slowly combed his hair with her fingers and swirled some of it around her hand. So maybe she didn’t need sex, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want or enjoy it.
Hunter looked up at Asty, with his softening cock still inside of her, and he scratched her breast with his stubble. “I’d invite you to my place if I wasn’t living at the clubhouse.”
That reminded Asty that she just did something she had always denied herself. She was never to fuck a biker, most definitely not any of her dad’s men. And yet there she was, with a biker’s cum slowly dripping out of her, and she had never felt better. Sure, this high would soon end, but at this point, Asty couldn’t have been any happier with her life.
She nodded. “My dad can’t know.”
Hunter kissed the side of her breast. “He won’t.”
Asty
Asty looked out into the garden. The sun was bright, and it seemed unusually warm for early December, so she opened the window and enjoyed the brisk air streaming into her room. Last night, she couldn’t fall asleep for a long time, as her mind raced with phantom sensations in her lips, in her pussy, and on her whole body. As he promised, Hunter took her home after the hot sex in the back of his van, and they later kissed in front of her house, unable to part, as if his body were a magnet and attracted the cool steel of her heart.
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