by Ices Sheer
“Believe it or not, I have a cat, too. Her name is Jell-O,” he said, interrupting her thoughts.
“Jell-O? You named your cat Jell-O?” Of course he would; he’s crazy, she thought.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that? What did you name your cat?”
“Her name is Stella.”
He smiled. “Ah…‘A Street Car Named Desire,’” he said and then proceeded to do his best Marlon Brando imitation.
Against all her new distaste for him, she shook her head and giggled. He truly didn’t care what other people thought. Even she had to admit that his impression of Brando was spot-on. It drew even more attention to their table.
“You got it,” she finally responded once she stopped giggling. “I wanted to stand outside in the rain and yell ‘Hey Stella!’ It never happened.” She shook her head with genuine disappointment. “She’s an indoor cat, hates the outside. Refuses to leave the house,” she chuckled. “I’ve tried and tried, but she’s not having it.”
“You have a cute laugh,” Nuke said with a glint in his eyes.
She wanted to ignore his compliment, but she was flattered. “Did you do anything else to your ex-wife or the dog?” she asked because she needed some ammo to shoot down her lust for him.
He stared at her with a teasing grin, and she hated herself for being aroused. “Your lack of response answered that question.” She stared at the food on her plate. “Where is she now, your ex-wife?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.”
“How old were you when you got married?”
“Twenty. I was a hang-around for the club then.”
“What’s a hang-around? No wait, I know. It’s someone who wants to be in the club right? I think I heard that term on some show. A real show about bikers, a documentary.”
“Yeah, it’s a person that wants to be considered for membership. You have to be a hang-around long enough for them to get a feel for you and vice versa.”
“Does it take a long time to become a member?”
“Yes. It’s not easy, but it has to be that way; it weeds out the weak. Kevin’s dad got me a job at the Viper Garage. Kevin’s dad is a Hells Viper.”
“He’s in prison, right? Cindy mentioned something about it once. She wanted Kevin out of the club before he ended up in prison like his dad.”
“Sounds like something Cindy would say. He’s been locked down for five years now.”
They looked at each other in silence for a moment before Nuke said, “The auto repair shop is over on Harvester Street where the clubhouse is at. Do you know where that is?”
“Yeah, I drive by there sometimes when I’m headed to the outlet mall, but I don’t go to the east side of town much.”
“The garage is separate from the club house,” Nuke said. “There’s a fence separating the business from the main compound. It keeps the curious from wandering where they shouldn’t. We take up the whole block between the auto repair shop and the clubhouse and some storage buildings.”
“What happens after you’re a hang-around?”
“If you make the cut, you become a prospect. I was a prospect for two years, then I became a full-patch member. I had to fix my life before they would patch me in.”
“How long were you married?”
“Dated, married, divorced in less than a year. Actual time living together was four months, maybe five. I can’t really remember exactly. We were off and on. Even when we were together, we weren’t together, you know what I mean?”
“I guess. Was it love at first sight for you?” Jasmine asked, imagining that his ex-wife was a Barbie blonde who carried around a tiny dog that was now insane.
“No, I was wasted. We both were. I did a lot of meth and other drugs back then. She and I used to get fucked up together. I’ve been clean for almost fifteen years. I do smoke a little weed every now and then. I drink a beer or some whiskey, but that’s it. I stay away from the hard shit.”
“Were you high when you named your cat Jell-O?”
“Actually I found her out back behind a meth house that I used to go to all the time. She was in bad shape. Just a tiny little thing, maybe four weeks old. Took her home and all I had was green Jell-O, the lime flavor. Anyway she loved it, so it was either call her ‘Green’ or call her ‘Jell-O.’ I guess I could have named her ‘Lime,’ but that sounds stupid to me.”
Part of her felt sad. She was on a date with an incredibly hot guy who was crazy and violent. He was also a former drug addict and a member of an outlaw motorcycle club. She hadn’t just taken a step out of her comfort zone; she’d jumped out without a safety net. It sucked because he was so damn sexy. He’d be one of those guys you’d sit back and think about when you were eighty years old and remember with a big grin on your face.
The clatter of the restaurant engulfed them. The illusion of being with a bad boy wasn’t at all turning out like she thought it would, though she hadn’t really dwelled on details. She’d kept herself occupied these past few days by fantasizing about him throwing her down onto the bed and screwing her brains out.
“You got quiet on me. Why?” He had stopped eating and was watching her. She had apprehension written all over her, and he didn’t blame her one bit. It seemed that the more she was learning about him, the less interested she became. That bothered him. There was something about her that he really liked and not just her physical appearance. He had to salvage this because his gut was telling him that this could turn out to be something good if he didn’t blow it.
“I don’t know what else to ask you right now.” She pushed the food around on her plate.
He let out a low grumble as he looked around the restaurant and then back to her. “How long have you been a nurse?” he asked, tapping his fork on the side of his plate.
“Eight years.”
“Do you like it?”
“Not really, but where I work at now isn’t so bad. At least I’m not pushing a med cart in a nursing home anymore.”
“What do you want to do if it’s not nursing?”
“I wanted to be a writer. I went back to school for a bit. I took some English classes. That’s when I met Cindy.”
“So you gave up on writing?”
“Kind of. Writing is my passion, but I needed a reliable paycheck. I was an EMT for two years before I decided to go to nursing school. I thought I’d like nursing better, but I don’t. Do you work?” She glanced up at Nuke.
“Technically, yes.”
“What do you mean ‘technically’?” Jasmine asked, holding his gaze.
“I mean ‘technically’ as in ‘abstract’ or ‘theoretical.’”
She laughed purely at the bizarreness of his answer. “Well, what ‘abstract’ jobs do you do?”
“The Hells Vipers own Club Throttle. I work as a bouncer occasionally. I work on motorcycles, cars at the garage. I’ve worked construction for my uncle when he’s in need of help. I also do tattooing. That’s my passion. I have a whole set-up over in our clubhouse. I’ve been thinking about opening up my own shop in a year or two.”
All she heard was Club Throttle. Of course he would work at a strip club. This keeps getting better and better. He looks at tits and ass all day long. “Strip club, huh?” She looked at her plate. Screw it. She took a bite of chicken. He wasn’t going to see her naked, so what difference did it make?
He made some kind of a throat groan as he got up from the booth and walked over to her side of the table. “Scoot over,” he ordered as he slid in next to her and draped his arm around her shoulder. With his other hand, he turned her face to look at him. “I’m an adult with a life, just like you. That life has good things in it and bad. You’re a nurse, and in my head, I’m thinking, ‘She’s surrounded by doctors all day, so why in the heck would she be interested in me?’ You’re thinking, ‘He’s a biker.’ The lies that television and Cindy have filled your head with must be overwhelming your senses right now. Not even counting all of the things I just told you. You’re wondering,
‘Why is he here with me?’ What we’re both failing to see is the obvious; we’re here with each other because we want to be. So there has to be something to that, don’t you think?”
“Not what I was expecting you to say,” she said quietly. She looked in his eyes and felt a flush of excitement again. Maybe she didn’t really hate the tattoos on his face. “By the way, I wouldn’t date a doctor if you paid me. They tend to be egotistical assholes.”
“And I don’t date strippers. A lot of them look at men and see dollar signs, plus they usually have fake tits. Do you realize that if things would have gone smoothly after my surgery, I would have never met you?”
“We might would have met sooner or later, especially if Cindy works things out with Kevin,” she said.
He shook his head. “Cindy and Kevin were together for over a year. She never brought you to one our parties, and she wouldn’t have because she’s ignorant.”
“You don’t like her, huh?”
“No, I don’t. I want you to let what’s going to happen, happen, and stop being paranoid.”
“Maybe what’s going to happen is nothing at all.”
Once again, he shook his head. “You felt it, too, when I was walking up to your door with Cindy and we looked at each other. There was a spark.”
“Sparks start fires!” she replied with a coy smile.
“A controlled burn isn’t a bad thing.”
“That’s a pretty deep thought,” she replied. His face was so close to hers that she could count the hairs on his scruffy goatee. She wished that he’d kiss her right then.
“You’ll love how deep I can go, babe.”
***
Her house was dark and her heart pounding with anticipation of the unknown by the time they walked back into her living room. Did she or didn’t she want to have sex with him? Depending on the second, her decision changed.
She reached for the light as he locked the front door behind him. She took off her sweater and tossed it onto the back of the couch. She turned around to face him. “Since it’s getting late, I think you should…”
He backed her up against the wall before she could finish her sentence. “No backing out now, sweetheart. We made a deal back at the restaurant.”
“Nuke, I need you to listen to me.”
“I’m listening” he said. He leaned in and sniffed like a predator stalking its prey as he placed both of his hands on the wall, penning her in.
“You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’m not just saying that because it’s been a while since I had sex.” It was hard for her to think with him nuzzling her neck. “I’ll admit that I have some self-esteem issues but no more than any other woman on the planet. However, there is no way in the world I would ever let you see me naked. How do you find time to work out with all that secretive biker stuff you do?”
Reluctantly, he stopped kissing her and looked at her curiously as she continued to speak.
“Anyway, when you leave, I swear to you that I’ll use my dildo and think about you. Then I’ll dwell on the fact that I didn’t take a chance with you for the rest of my life.” There. She’d made a final decision. She hoped that it was the correct one.
He let out a guttural laugh that took her by surprise.
She rolled her eyes and scooted up underneath his arm. “The problem is, Nuke, you’re too hot for your own good. You have too much swagger and too many issues.” She hurried over to her front door. “I can’t do it.” She boldly took her stance with her arms folded across her chest, shaking her head.
“Alright, I’ll go. I might be a motherfucker, but I’m not an asshole. I guess I was wrong about the whole spark thing. I tried.” He got to the door and stopped. “Can I at least have a kiss?”
She thought it over for a moment. It would be nice to feel his lips against hers. “Sure.”
His hands caught her face and his fingers stroked her skin while he stared into her eyes. Part of her wished he’d just kiss her and get it over with. Instead he was milking this, seducing her with his intensity, and it was starting to work. They could always have sex in the dark, maybe.
He cupped her chin and drew her in. His mouth took her in a slow, sensual, yet forceful way. It sent the blood rushing to her head and a bolt of lightning to her toes. She thought she was going to pass out as one of his hands slid down her body, tweaking a nipple before finding its destination between her legs. He gently started rubbing at her hot spot.
She couldn’t stop herself as she wrapped her arms around his neck and they fell onto the door with him on top of her. He wedged himself between her legs as she opened her mouth for him. He thrust his tongue inside her wanting mouth, and she lifted one of her legs. She started to grind against the hard bulge in his pants. Her mind was a clusterfuck of confusion as her body reacted on its own, despite what her common sense was screaming at her.
Nuke pulled his mouth away, his baby-blues filled with desire. “Ask me to stay!” he growled. Then he took her mouth again only to break from her just as quickly.
Instead of responding, she just stared at him like a deer caught in headlights.
“You got five seconds to ask me to stay. Then I’m walking out of here. You’ll be lying in bed alone when the realization will hit you that you’re spending the night with a piece of plastic stuffed in your cunt when you could have had the real thing.”
The juice from her pussy was seeping down her thighs. Hearing him say the word “cunt” nearly took her to her knees like a whore. “I…” Just say it! Her voice of reason had defected to the side of her horny body. “Please stay.” She heard her own words, but she couldn’t believe they had really come from her mouth.
He unzipped her jeans as he knelt down. He began kissing her exposed flesh as he lowered her pants, which she then kicked to the side along with her shoes. He pressed his face to her crotch, rubbing his nose on her wetness. “You smell so fucking good!” he moaned as he kissed her pussy lips through her black panties.
She helped him take her underwear off, and she could have sworn that he growled as he spread her wet lips and sucked in her clit.
“Hot and wet but I want you wetter!” He thrust a finger inside her, followed by another, as he hit her sweet spot. His fingers slid in and out, and her body began to tremble.
Hearing him moan as he pleasured her heightened her arousal. His silky tongue stroked against her clit, and she bounced off the wall as her nails dug into his leather jacket.
Dear God, he could eat pussy. Every swirl of his tongue and thrust of his fingers sent shockwaves through her body. Her legs felt weak as she pushed her hips forward and gyrated against his face. Her body was on fire as he continued to enjoy the tiny nub of flesh between her legs. “I’m close, I’m close!” she screamed, barely getting the words out before exploding in his mouth. Her eyes fluttered open, and she squirmed, then squealed, as he continued to lick her. “Stop, stop!” She started to laugh, and he did, too, as she leaned over on top of him.
“You like that, huh?” he laughed as he moved his mouth and sucked on her ticklish hip, causing her to squeal out again.
“Yes! Now, stop!” she said and playfully tapped him on his head. She looked into his eyes. “My turn!” she said with a devious smile. “I want to suck your cock.”
That was all Nuke needed to hear. He pushed her down onto her knees as he stood up. Her face was level with his bulging hard-on. “Take it out!” he ordered her, and she quickly did as he said.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he commanded. She hesitated but did as he asked.
With one hand, Nuke wrapped his fingers into her dark hair, and with the other, he guided his cock in between her lips. His hand engulfed her hair as he moved her head up and down on his cock. “That’s it,” he moaned, shoving his hips forward as Jasmine’s head went further down onto his shaft until she gagged. The sounds of her struggling with his size caused him to release a deep primal grunt.
“Gag on it, baby.” H
is excitement glazed her plump lips as glistening strands of saliva hung down from her mouth. He took himself from her mouth and rubbed himself all over her face. Then he pinched her nose, blocking off her air as she once again tried to suck him down her throat.
He wanted to bind her hands and feet together in submission. His desire for domination was inside him long before he became a Hells Viper. “Deeper,” he ordered with a moan. With each stroke, he drove his cock farther and farther into her mouth until her nose was buried in his blonde pubic hair.
Jasmine strangled on his cock as pools of spittle dripped from her mouth and onto the floor. He pulled his cock out again. He needed to touch her, kiss her and feel himself deep inside her. Pulling himself out of her mouth, he bent down and savagely kissed her, then told her to lie on the floor as he climbed on top of her. The tip of his cock parted her feminine lips.
She moaned in anticipation of him going deep inside of her as she arched her back. She reached up, running her hands through his hair as he slid himself inside her. She grunted as her hips thrust forward, welcoming him.
He took her hands and pinned them above her head with one of his hands. With the other, he gripped her face as every muscle in his body began hammering relentlessly into her curvaceous body. His body was on fire as he fought to control his need for her. He wanted to own every inch of her, taking possession of her inside and out.
Jasmine cried out as he rode her long and hard.
“Beg for it!” he ordered her.
“Please!” she cried out as he pushed up her shirt and pulled her breast from her bra. He took her stiff nipple into his mouth. Her vaginal muscles shuddered as her body entwined with his and he gripped her throat tight. “Yes, yes, harder, choke me harder.”
Fast, hard, wet, with sweat dripping from both of their bodies. She was quivering underneath him as he filled her body with his powerful deep thrust.
“Oh God!” she moaned as he slapped her tit before sucking in her nipple again.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he groaned, pushing his cock in deeper. Nuke buried his face in her hair, fighting to keep control. Fuck, this was crazy. He couldn’t do all that he wanted to with her, not yet. She wasn’t completely his yet, but she would be; there was no doubt about that now in his mind. She was going to be his!
