Dangerous Surrender

by Tory Richards

  "You okay?" I liked my sex rough, learning a long time ago that pleasure reached the highest intensity when mixed with a little pain. Most of the sweetbutts were okay with the darkness within me, some were as depraved as I was. "Did I hurt you?"

  "No." Her tone sounded soft, and lazy. Had she been close to falling asleep? "I'm exhausted."

  I raised my head to look at her.

  She met my eyes, and smiled. "I haven't had sex like that in years," she confessed. "Thank you for making me feel so good."

  I could say the same thing but held back from giving her that kind of power. "It was my fucking pleasure, babe."

  There was a knock at the door. "Hey prez!" I recognized Sweet Lips, my VP's voice. "Bonnie's out here, says that she needs to talk to you."

  Fuck. "Tell her I'm busy."

  "It's important, Bowie! Now let me the fuck in!" she yelled through the door.

  Shit, I hope she wasn't here to start trouble. Before leaving the Red Rooster she'd come out from the back, offering to give me a blow-job. She'd slithered into the booth where I was sitting and crawled all over me in an attempt to get into my pants. I was hard but it hadn't been for her, Gwen had already come through, and I couldn't get the sight of her hips and ass moving to the music out of my mind.

  "Please, Bowie," she pleaded.

  I sighed with irritation, got up, and slipped into my jeans. "Be back in a few, babe." I glanced at Gwen in time to see her covering her nudity with the sheet. The uneasy look in her eyes prompted me into taking a couple of steps back to the bed, and reaching for her. "Give me your fucking lips, baby." She came to her knees willingly, dropping the sheet, while I fisted her wild hair, and drew her up to my mouth.

  I meant it to be brief but once I slammed my mouth down on hers, and she opened that sweet mouth to my probing tongue the situation between us quickly turned steamy. Holy fuck the woman was hot! Her large tits with their rock hard nipples scraped my flesh like tiny fucking daggers. My cock stirred to life instantly. I reached down and teased her pussy, swallowing her moans.

  "Bowie!" Bonnie's voice tore through the moment, and what I was sure was going to be the world's fastest fuck. "Don't fucking go anywhere," I said to Gwen before turning toward the door.

  "I won't."

  She’d lay back down with the sheet up to her chin by the time I reached the door, and glanced back. Then I was swinging the door open, and giving Bonnie a glare. "This had better be fucking good."

  She stood on the other side of the door for a second, looking beyond me to Gwen. Her expression turned ugly. Bonnie knew she wasn't exclusive but no woman liked being in the same vicinity with another woman who had the same fucking privileges. Her gaze returned to me, dropping to where my jeans were still open, and hanging low on my hips.

  "Now I understand why you turned me down earlier." I shrugged, and her eyes grew round as a thought obviously occurred to her. "Did you bring her with you?"

  "You sharing, prez?" Sweet Lips asked, looking over Bonnie's shoulder into the room.

  "Fuck no." I stepped outside, forcing Bonnie to take a step back, and closed the door. "What's so fucking important?" I asked, ignoring her comment. I didn't answer to anyone. Crossing my arms, I waited for her to speak.

  She got right to the point. "I need help, Bowie, and didn't know where else to go." She gave me time to respond but I remained silent. "I need a place to hole up for a couple of weeks, until I can find a place to live here in town."

  “And why is that my fucking problem?” I was anxious to get back to Gwen for round two.

  Bonnie glared at me as if she couldn’t believe that I’d just said that. I didn’t wait for her to answer because I already knew the answer. She worked for the MC, and the club helped, protected, and took care of our members.

  "I thought you had a place here in town."

  "I do, I did," she quickly corrected. "But, um, I've been evicted. Shawn got into some trouble—"

  "A drug deal?" She turned bright red, and avoided my eyes. "Brothers of Chaos have strict rules on that, Bonnie. If you're in trouble over drugs you're on your fucking own." I noticed Sweet Lips listening in. He had it bad for Lola, Bonnie's sister, the fucking good girl in the family. "Did you know about this?"

  "Not until now."

  "I'm not the one in trouble, Shawn is. And because of him my sister and I are homeless."

  "I told you a long time ago to kick your no good brother out unless he straightened up," I snapped with little sympathy. I'd warned her he was going to get into trouble, and bring them down with him. He dealt in drugs, and he did them, a bad combination.

  "You know what, Bowie? You can be a real bastard when you want to. Shawn is our baby brother. We couldn't throw him out, we're all we have. Would you have thrown him out if he was your brother?"

  "Don't fucking drag me into it. I don't want anyone at the compound connected to drugs in any way."

  Bonnie looked angry enough to strike out but she'd been involved with the club long enough to know that it wouldn't be tolerated. Then right before my eyes she turned all soft, and pouty, chewing on her bottom lip, and I could see the wheels turning. She was thinking. She took a step closer, and reached for the front of my jeans.

  "I can make it worth your while, Bowie." She fidgeted with the top of where the zipper ended. "If I come to the compound then you can have me all the time. I know you like me. Why else do you always ask for me at The Red Rooster?"

  She was good but so were a lot of other girls. The only reason I’d always asked for her was because she was picky in her choice of men, not like some of the others who fucked whoever walked through the door. But in the end, all I really wanted was a warm and willing hole to stick my dick in. When she began to wiggle her hand inside my jeans I grabbed her wrist to stop her.

  "I can already have your fucking pussy any time I want so it doesn't make a good bargaining chip. Have I ever kissed you?"

  That seemed to catch her off guard. "No."

  I knew that I was a real bastard, and I was about to burst her bubble. "You're nothing special. I never kiss any of the girls because I know what you've been doing with your mouths."

  "Did you kiss the whore in your room now?" she lashed back.

  "Watch your fucking mouth," I snarled, throwing her hand back at her.

  She seemed to realize that she'd gone too far, and took a step out of reach, leaning against the rail. "So, you're not going to help us?"

  "Prez." Sweet Lips tone said he wanted to talk to me about something. I followed him the few steps he took away from Bonnie. He lowered his head and I leaned in to hear him. "They can come and stay with me." I met his eyes, he shrugged. "I have the room."

  We both broke out into a grin at the same time. "Feeling charitable, brother?"

  "Feeling horny as fuck for Lola," Sweet Lips admitted in a low tone. "Having her under my roof will get me closer to that sweet pussy. Besides, it will give me a chance to show her that I'm not just a bad-ass biker."

  I shrugged. "It's your trouble." We walked back to Bonnie. "You and Lola can stay at Sweet Lips for a while."

  Bonnie threw herself at Sweet Lips. "Thank you! It's just until I find us a new place."

  "No hurry," Sweet Lips said as we exchanged smirks over Bonnie's head.

  I hoped my brother wasn't setting himself up for a fall. Lola stayed away from all things bar and biker related. But if anyone could change her views, and get into her pants it was Sweet Lips. He could be a real sweet talker when he wanted to be, and he'd been hot for Lola since the time Bonnie's car had broken down, and she'd asked him to pick Lola up at her job.

  I ran my hands through my hair, thinking about the woman waiting for me in my bed. My cock jerked, telling me it was time to get back to her, and her sweet pussy. "We done here?"

  "Got it covered prez."

  I opened the door to my room, stepped inside, and locked it behind me. Gwen was sound asleep on her side, buried beneath the covers. I slipped my jeans off and crawled in
next to her. She stirred, sinking closer against me when I wrapped my arm over her. My nose was buried in her soft hair, and I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes. When was the last time I kept a woman in my bed after we'd fucked? When was the last time I’d fallen asleep with a woman in my bed?

  Never.

  Gwen

  I was slowly wakening, my subconscious aware of something pleasant, of sensations that seemed to radiate from one central location before spreading throughout my body in delicious ripples. It felt too good to question, so I lay there trying to figure out what it was until gradually I was awake enough to know. It took me a few seconds to realize that I wasn't home in my own bed, and that it wasn't Greg slowly killing me with pleasure. The well aimed touches, so light it would be easy to imagine them, did more than just make me feel hot inside.

  I became aware of the man flush against my backside, of his hard cock throbbing against my ass. I instinctively pushed back, and rubbed against him, hearing his low groan. The hand that had been playing with my nipple slowly traveled down to my belly to my pussy, parting the seam, and exploring my labia.

  His breath hissed. "Already wet for me." He slipped a finger inside. "I've been laying here hard as fuck for hours." His tongue circled my outer ear. "Thought you were never going to wake up." A second finger entered my pussy.

  I smiled lazily. "I'd driven for twelve hours straight. I was tired." His thumb rubbed against my clit while his fingers fucked me slowly. I moaned and began to move my hips. "You're a nice change to wake up to." The words came out before I could stop them.

  "Oh, yeah?" I felt his nose behind my ear, and then his lips. It sent a shiver down my spine. "What are you used to, babe?"

  "Not you," I whispered. His cock slipped between the cheeks of my butt, and we both let out sounds of pleasure. I'd never enjoyed anal sex with Greg but for some reason the thought of Bowie's cock fucking me there made me a little wild.

  "You ever been fucked in this sweet ass, baby?" His words sounded rough against my ear. I nodded. "When's the last time?"

  " It's been too long." I didn't mean it to come out like that. I made it sound like I'd missed it. Bowie low laugh indicated that he'd taken it that way, too. "It's been a couple years," I clarified. "I was never a fan."

  He flipped me onto my back, covering me with his body. "Then whoever it was didn't do it right." He slammed his mouth down onto mine, and for a few minutes we devoured each other.

  Lips, tongue and teeth tasted, bit and sucked, driving the lust inside us to mind-blowing, orgasmic levels. Bowie's callused hands added rough stimulation as he explored my body possessively, caressing and squeezing my flesh to meet his needs. He tweaked my nipples, sending bolts of lightning from them down to my thrumming pussy, while I ran my hands over his hard torso, raking my nails into his flesh. I could tell the pain I inflicted only turned Bowie on more. His grunt quickly turned to a groan, and then he was retaliating.

  I cried out beneath his mouth when he penetrated my body in one rough thrust. I knew I was wet, but he was a big man. The initial burn didn't last long though, and he began to fuck me in a steady rhythm that drove my libido over the top.

  "You have a fucking tight cunt, baby." I squeezed my muscles around him. "That's it, milk my cock until I'm filling you with cum," he growled.

  He picked up my leg and arranged it over his hip. The move allowed him even deeper inside me. His hand moved between us to my clit, and his thrusts picked up speed. Bowie was fucking me so hard that every time he penetrated my body the movement forced me to move further up the bed. I braced my hands behind me on the head board. I saw Bowie's gaze shift to my bouncing boobs before he placed his hand on them, and squeezed.

  I felt him swell even more inside me, and I knew that he was getting ready to come. At the same time he applied pleasure to my throbbing clit, circling around it, pinching, and pressing it. I felt my own orgasm climb, panting out of control. All at once Bowie put his hand on my lower belly right above my pelvic bone, and pressed down. I wondered what he was doing when his next thrust tipped me over the line, and the answer became clear. The head of his cock hit my G-spot with predictable, earth-shaking results.

  I came apart.

  Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyes.

  Bowie surprised me by quickly pulling his cock out. He released a long groan, and that's when I felt streams of his warm cum coat my belly. As I convulsed from my own orgasm I lifted my head enough to glance down, and see that he'd fisted his cock and was pumping it empty. His dark expression was stretched tight. I collapsed back, and let my arms fall from where they were still braced against the headboard. Soon Bowie did the same, laying his head against my boobs.

  "Why did you pull out?" I asked when I could.

  "No condom, baby."

  "Oh." I hadn’t even thought of that. I was on the pill so there was no worry I could get pregnant. Safe sex was a whole other animal. I knew I was clean, but what about him? Fuck, I hope this didn't come back to bite me. "I'm clean," I said, hoping he could ease my worry by saying something similar.

  "Don't worry about me; you're the first woman I've stuck my dick in without a condom on in three years. I've tested clean since then."

  "I've only been with one man the last ten years." I don't know why I admitted that to him.

  "The same one you're running from?"

  Did I want to go there? I hesitated from responding, and then told myself that it didn't really matter. It wasn't a crime running away from someone. "Yes." I reached for the sheet and pulled it up to cover my nudity.

  Bowie slipped his arm beneath me, pulling me to him so that I was laying half on his chest. The back of his hand smoothed over my cheek. "He abused you." It wasn't a question.

  "Sometimes," I admitted reluctantly. "Greg wasn't like that in the beginning but over the years he changed." I didn't add that I thought he'd turned to recreational drugs, and I knew that he drank.

  "So, where are you headed?"

  "Anywhere. When I left Florida the only thing I knew for certain was that I was going to drive without stopping for as long as I could. I ended up here." I smiled. "I decided to stop here for a couple of days to figure out what I want to do."

  "Will he come after you?"

  "Probably, he did the last time. But I made mistakes. This time I traded my car in and I'm only using cash so he can't trace me."

  Bowie smiled. "Good girl." His hand smoothed up and down my backside. "Have you given any thought to staying here?"

  "It's funny you should say that. Rod across the street actually offered me a job. I might drive around the area later today, and check things out. I’ve never lived in a small town."

  "Baby," he began, a smile covering his handsome face. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" I shook my head. "You slept a good seven hours. It's almost three o'clock."

  "What?" I couldn't believe it. "I knew I was exhausted but I can't believe I slept that long in a strange place. I need a shower." About that same time my belly grumbled.

  "And food by the sound of it."

  Bowie leaned down and covered my lips with his. It was surprisingly tender considering his tendency for roughness. I parted my lips and let him inside, moaning with approval. It didn't take long for the situation between us to become heated, and I was reaching for something more, only Bowie pulled back.

  "You have fucking sweet lips, baby, and an even sweeter cunt. I could easily spend the rest of the day in bed, wiping away the memory of that other man."

  I felt my eyes widen because his comment caught me off guard. "You've got a good start," I murmured, surprised for admitting it. I was as good as telling Bowie that I wanted more time with him. Then I realized that if I was just passing through, I was setting myself up for a hard goodbye, maybe even painful.

  It occurred to me that I liked him, his rough biker ways, and the way that he took charge, even while a little part of me was scared of him. I sensed beneath the leather, toned muscles, and the ruggedness that he was eve
rything his outward appearance implied. A man you didn't cross without dire consequences. I didn't know much about his world, but from what little I'd seen it appeared that they lived by their own set of rules. Strangely there was something appealing about that. His hand squeezing my butt cheek changed the direction of my thoughts, and I focused my eyes on the quiet, watchful contemplation in his. What was he thinking?

  "Get your shower, and then I'll take you out for a bite." It wasn't an invitation, or question, but a flat out statement that left no room for debate. "Sound good?"

  It actually did, and then I remembered why I'd come up there in the first place. "I have a little dilemma."

  "Yeah?"

  I laughed softly. "The reason I came up here, I locked myself out of my room."

  "That's an easy fix, babe."

  Bowie slid out from under me, and rolled off the bed to his feet. He padded to the door and opened it without regard to his nakedness. From my position on the bed I could see a couple of his friends outside, smoking. I knew there were women out there too because I could hear their voices.

  "Fish." His tone drew the attention of one of the men. "The woman downstairs locked herself out. Go to the office and get a key."

  He didn't ask me my last name so how would the clerk know which room, unless I was the only other person there besides the bikers? My next thought was why would the clerk give anyone a key to someone else's room? There were rules, laws, against something like that. Even at a seedy place like The Pink Pussy.

  "Well, hello baby." A female voice drew me out of my musings. She appeared in front of Bowie, and I watched her eye him up and down. "You want some company?" She reached for something low on Bowie's body and you didn't have to be a genius to know what that something was.

  In that moment blinding rage, or jealousy, I wasn't sure which, ran through me at the thought of her touching his cock. The feeling totally surprised me. I didn't own him. We weren't even a couple. Yet I couldn't push away the thought that what we'd been doing in his room since the night before gave me some rights over him. I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.