Bull (Dixie Reapers MC 4)

by Harley Wylde, Jessica Coulter Smith

  Despite my distress over what had nearly happened to me, I felt completely safe in his arms. Being held by him was almost like coming home. That sense of rightness, of belonging. I’d never had that before, and it startled me that I would feel it now, with a complete stranger. I’d tried to always trust that inner voice, though, and mine was saying that Bull was different, special.

  “If they come here, will that guy at the gate tell them I’m here?” I asked as I got myself under control again.

  “No. Johnny won’t say a word to anyone about you being here. Except maybe to Torch.”

  I sniffled. “You all have weird names.”

  Bull chuckled. “They’re road names. I’m part of the Dixie Reapers MC. Bull is what they call me.”

  “MC. Like in Sons of Anarchy?”

  He snorted. “Not exactly. Oh, our hands aren’t clean, but most of that show was strictly drama meant to entertain people.”

  “So, if Bull is your road name, what’s your real name?” I asked.

  I could see the hesitation in his eyes, and I wondered if it was taboo to ask him that. I didn’t know anything about the way of life in a MC. I hadn’t even been around bikers up close before, except watching them pass by on the freeway. He was the first one I’d ever spoken to.

  “Michael. My name is Michael, but outside this house I’m Bull and only Bull.”

  I nodded. “I understand.”

  He softly caressed my cheek. “But you can call me Michael if you want. When we’re here, by ourselves. No one’s used that name in a really long time.”

  I felt the bulge in his pants pressing against my ass, and I didn’t think it was possible, but it felt like it was growing even larger. Holy hell! My breath caught in my throat at the unmistakable desire in his eyes. No one had ever looked at me like that. Oh, boys had told me I was pretty and said they wanted to fuck me. But the way Bull -- Michael? -- looked at me… it was like he wanted to devour me. My nipples pebbled, and as his hands shifted, I felt a sudden jolt in my core.

  This is wrong, Darian. What the hell is the matter with you? You were almost raped and now some stranger is turning you on? Are you just going to give it up to some random guy?

  Despite my inner pep talk, my body didn’t seem to be listening. Desire curled through me, heating the blood in my veins. Even if his arms hadn’t been around me, I wouldn’t have gotten up and walked away. I’d waited so long to feel like this. Was the timing all wrong? Oh yeah. But I couldn’t ignore the way I felt, didn’t want to ignore it.

  There was a reason I was still a virgin. No one had ever turned me on, especially not like this. An ache began to build, and I squeezed my thighs together, but it didn’t seem to help. The way Michael looked at me, I could tell that he knew what was happening to me, and that look said he was enjoying the effect he had on me.

  “I’m not the right man to deflower a virgin,” he said, his voice thick and rough. “But damn if you aren’t tempting as hell. I’m probably old enough to be your father. I should take you to Torch, let him assign someone to help you. But I don’t want to.”

  “What do you want?” I asked.

  His gaze skimmed over me, resting on my breasts a moment. “I want you in my bed. I want to see you spread open and begging for me, your wet little pussy aching for my cock. I want to fuck you so thoroughly that you’ll never want another man ever again.”

  My breath hitched at his words.

  “But what I’m going to do is show you to the guest room and let you get some sleep. We can work on your problem tomorrow.”

  Disappointment hit me hard. He helped me stand, then led the way down the hall, passing a closed door, a bathroom, then stopping at a bedroom. Michael flipped on the light and motioned for me to step inside. The walls were a pale blue, and there was a full-size bed with a navy comforter taking up most of the space. The room wasn’t very big, but it was adequate. It was actually nicer than any room I’d ever had. The furniture looked new, even if it was sparse with just the bed, a nightstand with a clock, and a dresser.

  “If you need something to sleep in, there are some shirts in the top drawer. They’ll be big on you, but it’s the best I can do for tonight,” he said.

  “Thank you,” I said softly. “For everything.”

  He stared at me a moment, and I wondered if he was going to change his mind about hauling me off to his bed, but he sighed loudly, then turned and walked away, closing the door behind him. I pulled off my shoes and clothes, even removing my panties before I pulled out a soft T-shirt from the dresser. I held it up to my nose and breathed in deeply, smiling because it smelled just like Bull.

  I pulled the shirt over my head and turned to look at the bed. If he wasn’t going to take me to his room, then I might as well get some sleep. He was probably right. We didn’t need to complicate matters, but it didn’t stop me from wanting him. It scared me, how intensely I felt about a man I’d just met. But there was an undeniable connection between us. Maybe I had daddy issues, or maybe I was just a woman craving the touch of an incredibly sexy man.

  Turning off the light, I padded across the room and pulled down the covers, then slipped into bed. As I stared up at the ceiling, I felt the throbbing between my legs and knew I wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. I wasn’t a complete stranger to sex, even if I was a virgin. Oh, I’d never undressed in front of anyone before, but my high school boyfriend had talked me into giving him blowjobs, and he’d tried to stick his hand down my pants a few times. And on my eighteenth birthday, I’d gotten curious enough about sex to buy a small vibrator. I was wishing I had it with me. It was nowhere near the size of Bull, but it had always made me feel good.

  With the covers pulled up to my chest, I reached under the blankets and jerked the T-shirt up to my waist, then planted my feet on the mattress and spread my legs. The house was still and quiet, and I bit my lip in hopes I wouldn’t make any noise. I would be mortified if Bull caught me masturbating. My hand slid between my legs and over the smooth lips of my pussy. I parted the lips and plunged a finger into my channel, then brought it up to circle my clit.

  My eyes closed, and I pictured it was Bull between my legs. If anything, the ache grew worse. I rubbed my clit slowly so I could savor the sensations. The build-up was always the best part. My thighs trembled as I pictured Bull between my spread legs, naked, his hard cock pointed toward me. My finger rubbed faster and a whimper escaped me.

  I slid my finger back into my pussy, jerking my hips as I tried to fuck myself, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly. I felt so damn empty, and for the first time, I cursed my virginity. If I weren’t inexperienced, Bull would likely be in here now fucking me into the mattress. I couldn’t stop the sounds that spilled from my lips as I chased after an elusive orgasm that seemed always just out of reach, alternating between plunging my finger inside me and playing with my clit. Normally, I’d have gotten off by now, but I was too wound up from the things Bull had said, and the way his cock had felt pressing against me.

  I was getting frustrated and almost stopped what I was doing, thinking it was pointless, when the door flew open. My eyes went wide as I saw Bull standing in the doorway, shirtless, barefoot, and his jeans unfastened. My finger stilled, and my chest rose and fell as I waited to see what he would do. As he stepped into the room, I knew that things were about to change. I just hadn’t realized how much.

  Chapter Two

  Bull

  Fucking hell! I could hear her soft little sounds down the hall as she pleasured herself, and it damn near killed me. I was forty-fucking-nine years old, not some wet-behind-the-ears college boy. Pussy had been an everyday occurrence for me, for as long as I could remember, even if I had been in a self-induced dry spell lately. Hell, if I went to the clubhouse now, I could have two or three club sluts doing anything I asked. But I didn’t want them. I wanted the sweet girl down the hall, the girl with the haunted eyes and broken soul.

  I growled in frustration and jerked my jeans back up my legs, not both
ering to fasten them. I might not be good enough for her, but it didn’t mean I had to let her suffer. It was obvious she was just as wound up as I was, maybe more so. I stomped down the hall and threw open her bedroom door. Even though she was completely covered, I could tell her legs were bent and open. My cock hardened to the point of pain, and I knew it was peeking out of the top of my jeans. Randy bastard.

  Moving farther into the room, I waited, almost hoping she’d scream at me to leave. This was wrong on so many levels, but I wanted to taste her. I’d never had anyone as sweet as Darian, and for just once in my life, I wanted to know what that was like. What innocence would feel like, taste like. I reached for the bedding and jerked the covers to the foot of the bed. Her eyes went wide and she gasped, and even though she didn’t try to cover herself, her hand jerked from between her legs and her cheeks flushed a bright pink.

  With her knees parted, I had a clear view of her pretty pussy. The bare lips glistened in the moonlight, dewy with her juices. Crawling onto the bed, I moved closer to her, my gaze fastened between her legs. I slid my hands up her calves, and when I reached her knees, I pressed against the inside of them, making her spread even farther. The lips of her pussy parted until I had a clear view of everything, even that tight virgin hole that I wanted desperately to fill with my cock, to pump full of my cum.

  “Tell me to stop,” I said harshly. “Make me leave.”

  I felt her gaze on me and looked up to meet her eyes.

  “Stay,” she said softly. “I want it to be you.”

  With a growl, I lowered myself to the mattress, her legs pressing against my shoulders. Her scent was overwhelming and so fucking sexy. I licked my lips, knowing before I’d even had a taste that she would be the best I’d ever had. She was all pink and soft, the silky wet lips of her pussy just begging for my mouth.

  I placed one forearm across her belly holding her down, leaving her at my mercy, and I spread her pussy even wider with my other. Unable to hold back another moment, I leaned forward and lapped at her sweetness. Her taste exploded on my tongue as I licked the soft lips before sliding my tongue the length of her pussy.

  Darian cried out and I felt her tense under my arm. She squirmed or tried to. I held her down as I went back for more, ravaging her with my mouth. I thrust my tongue into her channel and groaned at how tight she felt. My dick would likely split her wide open, but fuck if the thought of seeing her stretched wide around my cock didn’t turn me on even more.

  I could feel pre-cum soaking the bedding under me, but I wasn’t done with my sweet girl just yet. I tongue-fucked her, driving her crazy, then sucked her little clit into my mouth. She made a keening sound, and I could tell she was close to coming. I wanted that, wanted her cream coating me. I sucked, nibbled, and teased until her release left her in a gush that coated my lips. I drank her down, relishing every drop.

  Darian panted as her body trembled. I could walk away now. She was satisfied. I could cover her back up and go back to my room to take my cock in my hand and fuck my fist to the image of her spread open like this. I rose to my knees, intent on doing just that when she stopped me.

  “Don’t go,” she said.

  “I’m no good for you.”

  “Isn’t that for me to decide? I’m not some child. Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I’m not a woman who knows what she wants.”

  I stared down at her, indecision warring inside me.

  “Take off the shirt,” I said. “Show me those perky breasts of yours. I want to see just how hard those nipples are.”

  She sat up, tugging the shirt off and tossing it aside. Her breasts bounced when she flopped back onto the bed again. Not overly large, but a handful. Her pink nipples were pebbled and looked damn near perfect. She was perfect.

  “If we do this, I don’t know that I’ll be able to let you walk away,” I told her. Although, I had a feeling Torch and Venom wouldn’t let me keep her. Not after the fuss I made over Venom and Ridley getting together.

  I’d never been one for a long-term commitment. Never cared if a woman left my bed and then warmed ten more, even if I had been wanting more recently. But then, I’d never met anyone like Darian before. The moment I’d looked into those troubled blue eyes, she’d had me. I’d seen the fight in her, but I’d also seen so much more. I didn’t know her full story, and I didn’t need to. She was broken, but not damaged beyond repair. For some reason, I wanted to be the one to put her back together.

  “I don’t understand,” she said. “It’s just sex.”

  I shook my head. “Not this time. Not with you.”

  I reached out and lightly stroked her between her legs, making her moan.

  “Has anyone ever touched you? Anyone ever put their mouth on you like I just did?”

  She shook her head.

  I hesitated. “Have you ever even seen a cock? Not on TV but up close?”

  Her cheeks flushed. “My high school boyfriend sometimes made me suck him off.”

  I growled, not liking the thought of a cock, other than mine, being in her mouth. And fuck if I didn’t want that really damn bad all of a sudden. If I took the edge off, then maybe I wouldn’t want her so much. Maybe then I could walk away.

  I braced my hands on either side of her and leaned down until my face was close to hers. “You good at sucking cock, baby?”

  Her eyes dilated, and she nodded slowly. “My boyfriend said I was.”

  “Prove it.”

  Her body flushed, and I could tell she wanted this as much as I did.

  “I’m clean,” I told her, in case she was worried. “I’ve always insisted on condoms, even for a blowjob. I only screwed that up once, but that was over twenty years ago, and I’ve been tested since then. I don’t want anything between us, not even a thin piece of latex.”

  She licked her lips, and I took that as agreement. I crawled up her body until I straddled her chest.

  “Part those lips, baby. Let me fuck your mouth.”

  I felt her body shift under me, and I reached back, grabbing her leg. “Keep those open too. Every time my cock thrusts into your mouth, imagine me pounding that sweet pussy.”

  Darian whimpered, and her lips parted, as did her legs. I pushed my jeans down enough that my cock and balls were free. Then I gripped the headboard with one hand and fisted her hair with the other, tilting her head back. My cock strained toward her, and flexing my hips, I painted her lips with pre-cum before sliding inside.

  “Fuck!” I couldn’t remember anything feeling so damn good before. Her tongue swirled around me before I plunged deeper into her mouth. She felt like fucking heaven.

  “Take it all, baby girl,” I said. “Every damn inch. Open that throat up.”

  With every stroke, I went a little deeper until she was taking all of me. I nearly cracked the headboard with my iron grip as I fucked her mouth. I watched as my cock disappeared between her lips again and again, and I felt my balls brushing against her chin.

  “Such a good girl,” I crooned. “You’re going to swallow, aren’t you?”

  She hummed around my cock, and it was enough to set me off. I growled as I thrust harder, cum spurting out of my cock and filling her mouth, splashing the back of her throat. Even after the last drop had been wrung from me, I kept fucking that hot, wet mouth, not ready for the pleasure to end just yet. My cock, still hard and now coated with saliva, slipped free of her mouth, and I eased back down her body.

  Darian trembled and licked the cum from her lips.

  “You good now?” I asked. “We can stop right here and now.”

  “Are you going to make me beg?” she asked.

  Fuck if the thought of her begging didn’t make me even harder.

  “I want to feel you inside me,” she said. “I want you to claim my innocence. I want…”

  “You want what?”

  Her cheeks burned bright pink. “I want your cum. I want to feel it inside me, down there.”

  My heart pounded. “Are you on the pill?�
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  She hesitated, then nodded. Something about that hesitation made me want to back away, but she was offering herself up on a silver platter. I might be an asshole on the best of days, but even a saint would have trouble walking out the door right now. A fucking virgin and she wanted me. I’d be stupid to give up this once-in-a-lifetime chance. She was giving me something special.

  “Last chance to change your mind,” I said.

  “I want you, Michael.”

  The soft way she said my name was the final nail in my coffin. I gripped her hips and pulled her closer. Her pussy was still slick and wide open as if she were begging for my cock. I lined up with that tight little virgin hole and made myself go slow as I eased into her. Her silken walls clasped me like a glove, pulling me in. Sweat coated my body as I fought for control.

  Darian’s expression was pinched, but there was a determination in her eyes.

  “Just do it,” she said.

  Tightening my hold on her, I thrust forward, fast and deep. She cried out, pain etched on her features, and I held still, waiting for her body to adjust to me. As I felt the tension ease in her, I started a slow and steady thrust. I couldn’t help but watch as I fucked her, my shaft shiny with a smear of blood. The proof that no one had been inside her but me.

  She stretched tight around my cock, and I wished I had a picture of how perfectly we fit together. The next time I took my cock in hand, this was the sight I’d see in my mind. Darian spread open, her pussy greedily sucking me in as I fucked her.

  “Play with your nipples, baby. Make yourself feel good,” I said.

  The sight of her hands cupping her breasts, her fingers rolling and pinching her nipples, made my balls draw up, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I’d never come so fast in my life, and here I was, ready to blow a second time, and I’d barely been inside her. She would be sore tomorrow, but I couldn’t hold back. I pounded into her little pussy, taking her hard and fast, giving her every inch of my cock. I wasn’t a small man, and some couldn’t handle me. But she could. Almost like she was fucking made to take my cock. The bed rocked against the wall as I fucked a load of cum into her. I groaned as spurt after spurt filled her up.