by K E Osborn
“Yeah, what do I win?” Penetrator asks.
“I think we should pick your prizes,” Crash announces and everyone else nods.
“Yeah, if Penetrator wins, Lookout has to be his bitch for a month. Basically his slave,” Crash declares. Everyone laughs as Lookout slumps his body and huffs.
“Fuck me, motherfucker. My prize better be fucken good,” Lookout states.
“If Lookout wins, he gets to dry hump Penetrator doggy style against the pool table while we video it and put it on YouTube!” Ryder declares. We all laugh, except for Penetrator, who shakes his head.
“No way, fuckers.”
“Yes way! That’s the best motherfucken prize I’ve ever had. That’s the deal or this whole thing is off,” Lookout says moving his arm into position.
Chuckling to myself, I shake my head wishing Steel was here. He would fucking love this.
“Okay fine! But I’m going to fucking kick your tiny little black arse, Lookout. Ain’t no fucker doggy styling me on the pool table.”
“Yes!” Lookout calls out as Penetrator grabs his hand and they lock into position.
“Right, on my mark. First one to put the other flat on the bar counter wins. Ready… and… go!” Crash calls out.
Their hands clench, muscles tensing, veins protruding, as they both sway from side to side. It seems a fairly even match. My brothers all around me cheer and wave their money around. Penetrator grits his teeth as a smile crosses over Lookout’s face. The hands move over to the side, swaying down, with Lookout’s hand on top.
Yes! I fucking knew it!
“Go, Lookout, go. Pound his arse!” I say with a laugh trying to edge him on using the words he’d use.
He smiles wide as Penetrator groans, his whole body shaking with the losing battle. My brothers are all cheering and egging Lookout on, even though their money’s on Penetrator. Lookout blows a kiss to Penetrator and then slams his hand down on the bar.
Cheers and exacerbated sighs ring through the clubroom as my brothers all celebrate or mope over the win.
“Ha! Take that motherfucker. I’m gonna fake rape your motherfucken arse, so fucken hard bitch you’ll be walking funny for a week.”
I burst out laughing as Penetrator rests his head in his hands with a long drawn out sigh as I collect my money from my correctly placed bet.
Thank you, Lookout!
“You’re not really going to put it on YouTube are you?” Penetrator asks. I smirk as Crash pulls out his phone.
“Abso-fuckin-lutely I am! Now over to the pool table so you can be Lookout’s bitch,” Crash says. We all walk over to the pool table, Lookout with a not-so-surprising spring in his step.
“C’mon Penetrator, a bet is a bet.” Ryder grabs him by the collar and pulls him off his bar stool and drags him over unwillingly to the pool table.
I can’t wait to see this.
Ryder places him against the pool table and Lookout smiles wide and rubs his cock through his jeans. “I’m ready when you are, baby.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake. Really guys?” Penetrator asks.
“Yes!” we all say in unison.
Ryder turns him around and bends him over the pool table. His arse on show in his baggy jeans for us all to see. I can’t stop laughing. This is just the light relief I needed after what I just witnessed with the Mexican.
“I swear to God, I’m going to pay you all back for this you fucking bastards,” Penetrator says as his cheek leans against the green of the felt pool table.
Lookout moves in behind him and chuckles. “I’m fucken well gonna enjoy this. Hold on tight, motherfucker,” Lookout says, then brings his hand up and slaps his arse hard making him jolt forward.
Penetrator goes to stand up, but Lookout moves in behind him grabbing his waist and starts gyrating his hips into his arse as if he’s fucking him from behind.
“Oh yeah! You like that, bad boy?” Lookout asks. We all laugh as Penetrator tries to stand up groaning about this being fucking ridiculous, but Lookout slams his back down so his front is against the pool table again. His chest thuds against the wood and the sound makes us laugh even harder.
“Take that Daddy… and that… and that. You like a big black cock, don’t you motherfucker?”
“Fucking hell, Lookout. Let me the fuck up, you fucking gutter trash piece of shit!” Penetrator demands. Lookout pushes his face into the pool table while grinding his cock into his arse.
Crash is holding his phone up recording the whole thing. I’m laughing so hard I’m coughing from the lack of air.
“You love the cock, don’t you Penetrator. Say you love my motherfucken big black shiny dick,” Lookout teases thumping his hips into Penetrator’s arse.
Penetrator screams out in annoyance and moves back with all his might, forcing Lookout backward and into Crash.
“You guys find this funny?” he yells, his eyebrows scrunched together, his jaw clenched and his neck tensed so tight the veins are protruding.
“Actually… yes, very,” Ryder says.
“Well, you’re all fucking lunatics! You’re gonna pay for this. All of you. And you, Lookout, you come near me with that filthy cock of yours again and I’ll fucken rip it off.”
“Only if it’s with your teeth, motherfucker,” Lookout teases, causing us all laugh again. Penetrator yells some more obscenities and storms out of the clubroom, obviously to get away from us all mocking him.
Poor guy. Na, that was as funny as fuck.
Walking up to Lookout, I slap him on the back as he continues to chuckle. “Great acting you did there brother, that was priceless.”
He smirks. “Hey, anything to make that motherfucker uncomfortable. Plus, it was as fucking hilarious. Humping anything is good by me, I’m okay with any arse as long as it’s pretty.”
Laughing, I shake my head wondering if he’s being serious or not. I can never tell with him.
I wonder if his whole way of talking is just a front, or if he’s actually playing for both sides?
“Anyway, thanks for the entertainment. I needed it.”
“What for motherfucker? You having a bad day?”
Taking a deep breath, I nod. “You could say that. Well, not bad as such, just… different.”
He nods. “Oh yeah, one of those. Well, just remember what my favourite lady once said, ‘We’re not in Kansas anymore’.”
Furrowing my brows, not only because Dorothy is one of his favourite women, but also because I don’t understand the quote. “I don’t follow?”
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Geez motherfucker, keep up. You’re relatively new here, you haven’t been in the club long. Life here is fucken different. It’s not like a normal life. It’s not like Kansas. You get me now, mo-fo?”
Nodding, I understand what he’s saying. Even though I’m new, I have to get used to how things run here. He’s basically telling me to harden the fuck up but in his Lookout way. “I got you. Thanks, brother. It takes a bit of getting used to.” I look over toward the Chop Shop.
He jolts his head back and shakes it adamantly. “Oh, hell no, motherfucker. That place don’t take getting used to. That place is a fucken circus. Don’t go down there if you don’t have to. That shit gives you nightmares. If you can stay awake through it, which of course, I never could… blood and all. That shit’s nasty, motherfucker. Even thinking about it I’m getting woozy.” He reaches out grabbing my shirt as he sways on the spot.
“Shit! You gonna pass out?”
He shakes his head slightly and takes a few deep breaths. “Nope. Just thinking of Justin Timberlake in tight jeans… yeah, that shit’s helping.” He takes a deep breath as I try not to laugh. “Okay, I’m good. Thanks for believing in me, fucker. Now I gotta drink.” He walks off with a strut to the bar.
Shaking my head, I wonder how anyone like him could have ended up in a biker gang. But these guys are pretty accepting and take in all sorts. I mean Jigsaw doesn’t speak in any way that you can understand and he�
�s here, but then again his talents are quite useful for the club. Then there’s Crash. A biker who can’t ride motorbikes because he crashes anything with two wheels.
This club really is a place for oddballs.
Walking over to the bar, I figure I may as well get a drink too. After this strange day, I need something to take the edge off. Taking a seat on my own, Acid and Blade are behind the bar pouring the beer. They seem to be doing a much better job than what Sentinel and I did. I wasn’t too bad, but poor old Sentinel was… well, shit at it.
It makes me think of Knucklehead and how he was our prospect manager. I miss him, he was a good kid and didn’t deserve to die the way he did at the hands of the 5113ers. Every time I think of the day we were raided, it sends a shiver down my spine. Losing Knucklehead was hard, we were close. Then losing Steel to whatever beef he has with Chops, well that sucked too. At least, Techie and Lookout are still here. I love those guys, they’re great friends. I hate that, in the end, I’m going to have to bring them in, along with the rest of these guys.
At least, the girls will be free. Skye will be rid of this place. She won’t have to service the men, and she won’t be stuck here as a slave to the brothers abusing her for less than she’s worth. Sighing as Acid traipses up to me, he gestures for a stein and I nod, he lifts his top lip at me snarling like a dog and I furrow my brows and jolt back in confusion.
“You… okaaay?” I ask.
He stops snarling and smiles like a fucking lunatic. “Yeah, practicing my angry face. How was it?” I’m not sure how to respond. I want to laugh because it seems ridiculous practicing that shit, but in all honesty, the look was scary as shit. I thought the fucking kid had rabies for a second.
“Umm, it was great. Real scary.”
His eyes light up and he nods. “Fucking knew it. Blade said I looked like I had rabies, but I knew it was scary and not weird.”
I simply nod and pull my lips together with my teeth so I don’t laugh. He hands me my beer, and I swivel on the stool turning my back to him. He’s fucking weird, and I don’t feel the need to talk to him right now. Taking a sip of my beer, I glance to my left to see the club girls walking in, and Skye is with them. I smile at her as she walks by me, a tingle running down my spine at the sight of her.
“Hey, handsome.”
“Hey, gorgeous. How was work?”
She huffs. “Boring. Except for this one guy who seemed to really love the girls and me, he was throwing cash at us left right and centre. He looked important, you know? Business suit, bad haircut, ethnic, weird accent, but really creepy. I was glad to come home.”
“Did he try anything with you?” I ask, my protective instincts kicking in.
“No, just watched us, and gave great tips. Was harmless enough, but kinda unsettling the way he was eyeing us all. Felt like he was taking in how many of us were there, or something. Weird, I don’t know. Didn’t give me the warm and fuzzies that’s for sure.”
Taking in all this information, I’m not sure if it’s just some creeper or something to be wary of. I’ll make sure to inform Mad Dog later, but right now I’m going to spend some much needed time with Skye. I’ve had a rough day, she’s had a rough day, and I think we need to cheer each other up.
“Right, well, you have my number. If he comes in again and causes trouble, let me know. I’ll be there in a flash.”
“Will do. But right now, you in the mood for some company?” she asks.
Smiling and grabbing her hand I pull her down to sit on my lap. She squeals sitting down effortlessly wrapping her arms around my neck, looking right into my eyes. A shockwave runs down my spine just from looking at her. “I’d love some. Especially if it’s you smelling all gorgeous with that jasmine-scented shampoo like you are.” I swear that smell sends my cock hard instantly.
“You’re one smooth talker, Stealth.”
“I try.”
“Well, it’s working. You make a girl feel all jittery inside when you look at me like that.” She brings her hand up to my cheek and caresses it.
Raising my eyebrow, I smirk. “Like what?”
“Tilting your head and smiling at me so handsomely. The way your eyes sparkle when I look at you, I feel like I’m someone special—”
“Skye, you are someone special.” I run my hand up her thigh and gently caress her skin.
She chews on her bottom lip and exhales. “I’m not just some club whore? Just a piece of arse?”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “A piece of arse? Wouldn’t I have to have sex with you for that?”
She smirks. “Hmmm… good point.”
“And no, Skye. You’re not a club whore to me. Do you ever see Emma or Jess or Jodi for that matter on my knee? Do you ever see me even really talking to them?”
Her eyes light up and she takes a deep breath. “Sooo… what does that mean then?”
Exhaling, I look into her sky blue eyes and lick my lips. “It means I like you, I respect you. You’re different, and I like getting to know you.” Moving in closer to her, a magnet is pulling me, our mouths are inches apart.
She smirks. “And you think I’m gorgeous?” She licks her lips making my cock throb.
I chuckle and nod. “Yeah, and I think you’re gorgeous. Stunning actually. I’m really finding it hard not to kiss you right now.”
She draws her bottom lip in by her teeth and her chest rises and falls quickly. “The only person stopping you… is you.”
Her eyes sparkle as she leans in slightly closer, my hand moves from her thigh up to the back of her head and I grab a fist full of hair. She whimpers in response and the sound is like heaven to my ears. My heart is pounding as my eyes instinctively move down to her supple pink lips, glistening with lip gloss, begging for me to kiss them. The pull is strong, so strong that I bring her forehead to mine and she breathes so frantically that her chest is causing a welcomed friction against mine.
Feeling the warmth of her body against me is only making this harder. This is the closest we’ve ever been. Foreheads touching, lips millimetres apart, heavy breaths, all make for an intoxicating dizziness in my head. The pull is drawing me closer, I can almost taste her. Everything in me is wondering why I’ve held back for so long. Swallowing hard, I glance into her eyes, they’re looking right into me, like she can see deep inside my soul. I can see her, her real beauty. She’s an amazing woman and I can’t fight this pull anymore.
“Fuck it!” Moving slightly forward, I slam my lips against hers. The instant our lips connect a spark radiates into my mouth and down through my body straight to my cock. She excites me, and as she moans grinding herself into me. So I open my mouth letting her tongue in to move with mine. She tastes as good as she smells. Like sweet cherries, I could taste her delicious flavor forever.
Why the hell did I wait this long?
My hand fists in her hair holding her to me as we kiss for the first time, but it feels like we’ve done it a million times before or, at least, we should have been. She’s an amazing kisser and I plan on doing this a lot more with her. My cock throbs and grows hard in my jeans, the seam pushing against my length uncomfortably. If kissing her is this good, imagine what going further would be like.
Fuck this! Fuck waiting!
My hand lets go of her hair and shifts to her back, the other moves under her knees and as I stand from the stool lifting her with me. She squeals slightly, still with her lips connected to mine. I’m not stopping kissing her for anything. She tightens her grip around my neck as I carry her down the hall toward my room, to a cheering exit from all in the clubroom. My brothers are heathens.
Getting to my door, she moves her hand down, turning the knob. The door opens and I step inside, closing the door with my foot. The wood creaks and then thuds as the door hits the frame. My tongue against hers brings me to new heights as my cock strains against my pants needing the freedom to see how good she really feels. Hoofing it to the bed, I throw her down onto the mattress and waste no time climbing on top of her.
Her adorable giggle echoes through my room as I slide on top of her body and lower my lips to hers again. She slides her fingers into my hair pulling me down to her further as I grind my hard cock into her pussy. Instinctively, her legs wrap around my waist, and I groan into her mouth at the undeniable amount of want I have for her.
I need this. It’s been months since I was intimate with anyone, I’m sure my balls are a deep dark shade of blue. With that thought, they pull up and tighten as my cock twitches in my pants begging to be set free. Grinding into her again she moves her hands down in between us and starts to unbuckle my belt.
A sudden pain ripples through my chest taking my breath away. I pull back slightly as she pulls the zipper down letting my cock finally free from his confines. A groan escapes me at the joy of him being unrestrained as she looks down at my sizeable length and smiles.
“I knew you were huge.” She giggles and moves her hands up under her skirt then pulls down her knickers. My breath catches again as my heart begins to pound ferociously like I’m fucking nervous or something. Shuffling down my jeans over my arse as her knickers end up at her ankles, her skirt rides up and I look down to see her perfectly bare pussy. My cock twitches again, but then the pain stabs my chest again.
What the fuck!
Taking a deep breath, I move down forcing my lips to hers. Our naked lower halves touch, but I don’t penetrate her as I grind against her. She whimpers against me. My cock is so fucking hard right now I know I’m going to cum pretty fucking quickly. She moans into my mouth wrapping her legs around my arse which moves my cock in line with her pussy even more. Her wetness is evident as it slides along my cock. Both of our breathing is labored and harsh as I move. Bringing my cock to her pussy I place the head of my dick right at her opening. She moans and pushes forward taking me in slightly, her warmth engulfs me but the sharp pain is back in my chest. This time, it comes with a flash of Hannah’s face, so I pull back from Skye panting and furrowing my brows as I pull out from her.
“Fuck!”
She shakes her head slightly and opens her eyes wide, as I wince and pull her legs from around me, then stand up from the bed. Pulling up my jeans, I start to pace the floor with an erratic heartbeat and a fucking muddled up brain.
