by Naomi West
She opened wide for him as he explored, groaning softly at the need that was burning inside her.
His other hand wrapped around her and ran up and down her lower back, his nails lightly grazing her. His thick length, now rising to the occasion, pushed against her belly like a hot poker.
Star realized how much she needed to feel him, to feel all of him. She pulled back a little and slipped a hand down between them. With their lips still locked, she wrapped her cool, long-fingered hand around his cock. She rubbed her thumb through the pre-cum dripping from his tip, swirled it around the head of his cock.
She was going to have this in her soon, filling her, impregnating her. She was going to have this man's child. She didn't care if she hardly knew him, and apparently neither did her pussy.
He pulled back from their kiss. “You ready for this?” he rasped.
“I think so,” she replied, her voice slurring with lust and need.
“Good,” he said as he gave her ass an approving squeeze. “Get on the bed.”
She didn't think of replying. She just let him take control. After all, she had wanted him to just fuck her.
With a hand on her lower back, he guided her towards the mattress. He spun her around so she was facing him, then gently applied pressure to her shoulders and pushed her back onto the mattress.
Star laid back, her legs slightly parted, as he climbed up between her legs, pushing them farther apart with his knees.
He loomed in her vision, blocking out the yellow light. His cock pushed across her belly. He slipped a hand down, his fingers leaving trails of heat as they traveled up her inner thigh.
Desperate for his touch, she spread herself wider for him, urging him on with a slight undulation of her hips.
“Maybe you're not as prissy as I thought,” he murmured as his lips descended on hers, and the tips of his finger found her damp, puffy lips.
She certainly didn't feel prissy, not as his finger slipped inside her and she lifted her hips off the bed to meet them. Nor, when she opened her mouth to his insistent tongue and met it with her own. And not even when she moaned softly as he withdrew his finger and slowly circled her clit.
He pulled his lips away from hers. “Said we needed to have fun, didn't I?”
“Told you to just fuck me, didn't I?” she purred, even as her body responded to his wonderful touch.
His circling fingers sped up, teasing her clit out of hiding, as his head lowered to her breast and sucked a stiff, pink nipple into his mouth.
She panted as the pleasure pulsed through her, radiating from between her legs and tit. She reached down between his legs, to wrap her hand around that hard cock of his.
He broke his lip away from her tit and snatched up her hand by the wrist, gathering it with the other to put them behind her head. He pinned her hands against the mattress with one hand and returned the other to between her legs.
“Hey,” she said, “what are you -”
“No touching my cock. You remember how babies get made, right?” he asked as he rubbed the pad of his finger on her clit, making her buck and moan. “I don't want to go off too soon.”
She struggled against his vice grip of a hand as the pleasure welled up and threatened to drown her. She arched her back, panting as she tried in vain. But, something about his confidence, about his strength, made her subside. Instead, she felt herself letting go, relaxing, as her orgasm continued to build. He was in control, and she loved it.
He dexterously rubbed her clit, keeping it moist with her own pleasure, as he dropped his head to her other nipple and ran his tongue around it and grazed his teeth over it.
She was moaning, almost screaming now, as he brought her closer and closer. “Please fuck me, Tanner,” she gasped, “please just fuck me.”
He lifted his head from her chest and took his hand from between her legs. He replaced it with the head of his cock, ran it up and down her slit. The intense pleasure subsided, but Star knew it would soon be replaced by another, deeper one. Much deeper.
He spread her moist lips with its head, gliding it up and down, teasing her. She needed it, needed to feel him inside her. “Please,” she moaned as she struggled against his grip still pinning her hands to the mattress. “Please just put it in me.”
He slid into her, moaning as he stretched her insides with his thickness. She groaned at the fullness he gave her, raising her hips off the bed to accommodate him better, to help him go deeper. As he pushed into her, testing how tight she was, his cock rubbed over her g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
She arched her back, struggled against his hands again, as she felt herself cumming around him, the intensity filling her world unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Seemingly satisfied that she could handle him, he repositioned himself and began to slide in and out of her.
Star strained against her bonds, suddenly needing to feel his lips on hers as previously unknown ecstasy flooded her body. Unsure of what was happening, she shook and came on his hard cock, her whole body trembling and spasming around his thick length, against the steel grip clamped over her wrists, as the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced invaded her world and took over.
This, she realized as her senses fled her, what it was like to be fucked by a real man.
He leaned down, kissed her roughly again as he grabbed hold of her hip with his free hand. He pushed his cock deeper into her, grinding his hips so the base of his cock rubbed against her clit and sent more fireworks through her brains.
God, she wanted to cum again. Now, after what was happening with her body, she began to doubt that she'd ever before really experienced an orgasm with another man. She swirled her tongue around his as he fucked her hard and fast. She sucked on him, groaning and fucking back as she hooked a leg over his lower back and urged him to go deeper.
He obliged, fucking her hard and fast, his whole body tense with the effort. He broke his lips away, moaning. “Fuck, you're tight. I'm not going to last much longer.”
“That's the point,” she groaned back between gasps. Another orgasm overtook her body, sending her into orbit as he nearly pounded her into the mattress. She thrust her hips up, meeting him, nearly screaming.
Tanner's whole body tensed for a moment and went rigid as his eyes rolled back in his head. He released her hands as his hips began to move again and he came deep inside her.
She felt him explode, felt him as he filled her with his cum. Her hands now free, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her as she ground her hips into his, squeezing him tight with her muscles, milking him for every baby-making drop he had.
He moaned in her ear. “Goddamn,” he grunted as he slowly came to a stop.
Star could tell he'd filled her to the brim. And now, as his cock slowly deflated, and her endorphins faded into the background, she began to return to her senses.
He rolled over onto the comforter, sweat dripping from his body. He looked down at her, swept his eyes over her naked body.
She look back at him, thinking about how she still hardly knew this man. And, as of this moment, they were now well on their way to having a child together.
Chapter Seven
Star
“Your dad passed away, right?”
The mattress shifted beneath Star as Tanner grunted and got up from the bed.
“Is your mom still alive, then?” she asked his naked back.
But, he couldn't even be bothered to spare her a glance. He just padded across the room on bare feet, her questions bouncing off him like pebbles thrown at a mountain.
Nonplussed, she decided to try again. “Did you go to school around here?”
His hands balled into fists at his side.
Well, maybe not pebbles at a mountain, Star realized. Knowing it was a bad idea, but still wanting to see how far she could push him, she pressed on with her questions. “How about siblings?”
“Look,” he shouted as he, completely unperturbed by his nudity, whirled ar
ound to face her. “We need to set some ground rules. Just because I'm paying you to have my baby, that doesn't mean you get to ask me about my family or my past. My family's the Blood Warriors, got it?”
She didn't shrink back. Instead, she went to ask him about his motorcycle club.
“And, no, dammit, you can't fucking ask about them, either. I don't need a goddamn woman poking around in my life, asking me a fucking question every five minutes. If I did, I'd have an ol' lady to carry my child.”
“Fine,” Star said, her voice as even as she could make it. “Know what? I won't ask you anymore fucking questions about your parents, or your family, or even where you got that goddamn rocking chair. I'll just come over and you can fuck my brains through the back of my head till I get pregnant. Then, this is over.”
A look passed over his like a cloud over the sun. What was it? Anger? Realization? Star didn't know. But, right then, she didn't care either.
His phone went off in his jeans, a ring-tone that she didn't recognize trilling throughout the bedroom. He didn't spare her a glance, just grabbed his phone from the pants pocket and checked it. “Fuck.”
She fought back her natural urge to ask what was wrong, to offer any help she could. The asshole had yelled at her and had made it abundantly clear he didn't want her anywhere near his personal business.
He tossed his phone on the chest of drawers in the corner and picked out clean clothes. “I'm gonna hop in the shower,” he said, still not looking at her. “Then, I'll take you back to your place.”
“Fine,” Star said, her voice still even and tight.
He left the room without bothering to put on clothes, and headed down the hallway.
She sighed to Tanner's empty bedroom.
What the heck had she been thinking, getting herself wrapped up with this man? Sure, he was going to take care of her when she'd delivered the child. But, it seemed like he could barely control his anger half the time. Of course, like her mother had always said, passionate men were the best ones. Especially in bed. You didn't want a milquetoast man climbing between the sheets with you. And, with that last part at least, Star agreed.
Now, as the shower started up somewhere inside the house, and she lay there thinking about Tanner, she really did think that was her first orgasm. She still couldn't believe she'd missed out over all these years, with her previous boyfriends.
But, with all that passion, and great sex, apparently came other baggage. He didn't want to talk about his personal life, didn't want to talk about the MC. To a certain degree, she understood. After all, her own past and family history weren't exactly exemplary. Not by a long shot.
She ran a hand through her hair, idly wondering how mussed up it was, and climbed off the bed. She picked through their scattered clothes on the floor and found hers.
As she pulled them on, she started to wonder. If he wouldn't tell her about his personal life, maybe she could glean something from here. Idly, she buttoned up her top and looked at the Blood Warriors flag hanging on one side of the room. Clearly, they were the most important thing in his life.
There had to be more, though. She bit her lip as she looked around the room. Her eyes settled on the top of the chest of drawers.
His phone. Why hadn't she thought of it first?
She went over and picked it up. He hadn't even bothered to turn off the screen, or lock it, and had left a text message boldly sitting on the front.
“Found your brother. He's in trouble,” it read.
So, that's what it was! That was why he didn't want to talk about his family. Between his dad dying, and his brother disappearing, of course he'd have been touchy about his private life. She would have been, too.
The pipes of the older house clanked a little as the shower turned off. Star put the phone back where she'd found it and scampered back to the end of the bed so she could finish dressing.
He came back into the room a few minutes later, dressed in new boxers and a shirt. He bent down and grabbed his discarded jeans and boots. “You ready to go?” he grumbled as he pulled his jeans on.
“Yeah,” she said.
Without a word, he sat down next to her and put his boots on.
The heat seemed to roll off him, making Star wet again as memories from just a few minutes prior flashed through her body. She couldn't forget how much pleasure he'd given her, or how intense it had been. Sure, he may have had his reasons to act the way he did, but he was still a fucking asshole. Of course, she'd be damned if that wasn't the best fuck she'd ever had.
“Tanner?” she asked after a tense couple moments.
He looked at her and sighed. “What?”
She took a deep breath before beginning. “I just wanted to say I get it. I understand you don't want to talk about your family. I have a past with mine, too, and it was unfair of me to start going a mile a minute like that. I won't pry anymore. I promise.”
Silent, he searched her face for a moment before finally nodding his agreement and forgiveness. “Thank you,” he said finally. “Now, you ready?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”
He gathered up his phone and vest, then led her back through the house and out to his bike. She climbed back up behind him after he'd started it, and they pulled out onto the street and headed back to her place.
The ride back was just as thrilling as the ride there. She tightened her arms around his body again, holding herself close to him. His hand reached down and touched hers, lingered for a long moment.
It wasn't an emotional attachment, just something that was purely physical. But, as they drew closer to her place, she found herself wondering when Tanner could make time to see her again. She wanted to relive that last orgasm, feeling his naked body pressed against hers, holding her, controlling her. All her worries about the future and her regrets about the past had been pushed away in those brief moments. When she'd been in bed with him, his cock buried inside her, only that one, pure moment had mattered.
She needed that again.
They had pulled onto her street and come to a stop light just a few blocks from her place, when an even greater roar kicked up behind them. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw an entire cavalcade of bikers, riding two abreast, bearing down on them.
Her heart leaped into her throat as they came racing up and encircled Tanner and Star. She began to calm down a little, though, as she quickly recognized their vests. These were all Blood Warriors, all Tanner's brothers.
“Hey, hey, Tanner Boy,” called one of the bikers on their right. “This your new ol' lady?”
“If she ain't, I want a piece when you're done!” called another from their left, a big, bearded biker who roared over the noise with no problem. All the men laughed at his comment, and Star, certainly not for the first time, wondered just what in the hell she'd gotten herself into. She could be pregnant already. What the hell was she thinking?
“Shut the fuck up, guys,” Tanner snapped back, clearly touchy. “She ain't my ol' lady, and you still can't get a piece, Tyke.”
“What a shame!” Tyke called back. “She could get a golf ball through a garden hose with those lips!”
“Knock it off, you guys!” roared another biker, a big, tough looking old codger up ahead of them. “I'm here on club business, Tanner. I don't want anyone on the street or in a bar hearing us.”
“About the message?” Tanner asked.
The man nodded solemnly.
“Let me drop her off, then we can go back to my place.”
Star's mouth was open before she even realized what she was doing. “My place is less than a block away. You can meet there.”
“Sounds good, doll,” the man replied before anyone, including Tanner, could decline the offer.
Chapter Eight
Tanner
Tanner didn't like that they were dragging Star into this mess. Their arrangement was just a financial one. It didn't matter if she was a spitfire in the sack. He didn't need her knowing more about his business
than was necessary.
But, shit, what he wouldn't do to be balls deep in her again. And, if he hadn't gotten that text from Blade, he might already have been. The thought of her skin against his, the feel of her wet pussy clasped so tight around his cock, how soft her lips were, how she bit his lower lip when he pulled away from a kiss.
It was just like Brendon to ruin his plans, even when he wasn't around to do it personally.
There was just something about Star, though. Maybe it was that her past was as packed away and hidden as his. Or, it could have been the way she begged for his cock and ran her nails up and down his back, urging him on. Whatever the reason, he couldn't wait for their next time alone together.
