by Ravenna Tate
“I hate mucking up good tequila with all that sugary shit. We have some brands that are more expensive, but this is my favorite.”
She drained the glass and Rahab refilled it. “And, sharing it with a beautiful woman makes it taste even better.”
Liz resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “I’m still not going to have sex with you.”
“Yes, you will.”
“A confident man is sexy, but an arrogant one is just an asshole.”
He drained his own glass and refilled it. “I’m not arrogant. I’m self-assured.”
“Same thing.”
“No, it’s not. Arrogant is when you rub something in someone’s face, delighting in the fact that you’re smarter, or one-upped them, or pulled something over on them. Self-assured is when you know a thing is true, and you know you will get what you want.”
“Even if I say ‘no’?”
The grin was back. That, coupled with the heady rush from this incredible tequila, sent her lust into overdrive once more. “You didn’t say ‘no’. You said ‘maybe’.”
“I was kind of hoping you’d forgotten about that.”
“No, you weren’t.”
Damn him, his fucking expensive tequila, and his shot glasses. She pushed her glass away. “I think two shots is my limit.”
“Suit yourself.” He poured a third one and knocked it back. “I don’t want you drunk. That wouldn’t be any fun.”
“And it might not be entirely consensual.”
His expression grew dark. “We don’t do that here.”
“I didn’t mean to imply—”
“Okay, then. I may have misinterpreted your comment.”
“I’m sorry. I meant drinking lowers inhibitions, not that you would take advantage of someone who was drunk.”
“Never. Seriously, Liz. None of the Demons on Wheels MC Brothers would ever force a woman to have sex. You’ll fuck me tonight because you want to, not because I gave you tequila to drink.”
She glanced toward the stage as another dancer stepped onto it and a song by Beyoncé began. “The second set is starting.”
Rahab leaned over and grasped her face, kissing her again. This time, it was anything but chaste. When he shoved his tongue into her mouth, she tasted tequila and cannoli. Her pussy was soaked, and her clit throbbed. She seriously doubted they’d make it through this entire set of dancers, and that made her tingle with excitement.
Because he was right. She hadn’t hoped he’d forgotten that she had said “maybe”, and they were definitely going to fuck tonight. They were going to fuck long and hard, if she had anything to say about it. She’d never wanted any man this badly, and she couldn’t wait to find out what he was like in bed.
Chapter Four
It was all Rahab could do to sit there and watch the set. His dick throbbed. His entire body was on fire. He stopped after four shots because that was his limit, and he’d be damned if any spot in his brain would be dulled from booze tonight. He wanted sharp, clear senses and staying power.
Kissing her had awoken the beast inside him, and nothing except fucking every hole of her lush, curvy body would tame it. If her mouth tasted that good, he could only imagine what her tits and pussy tasted like.
Was she wearing sexy underwear beneath that sharp, navy blue suit? It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be wearing it for long once he got her up to his room. Before the second dancer of this set came on, Liz whispered in his ear she needed to use the bathroom.
He rose and took her hand, leading her down the hall toward the private bathrooms, rather than pointing her toward the public ones. While she was in there, he went into Donny’s office with the intention of retrieving her briefcase and coat, so he could put them up in his room for later.
When the door opened, he assumed it was one of his Brothers, and turned, ready to explain what was going on. But Liz stood there, her dark eyes shining with mischief and lust. “Are you trying to steal my coat and briefcase? What’s your name? I’m going to report you to the owners.”
“Rahab’s the name, ma’am, and I’m afraid you caught me red-handed.” His cock twitched painfully. A woman who loved to play along with jokes was fucking sexy as hell.
She slammed the door shut and locked it. Oh, fuck me sideways. “Should I call the police, or are you going to compensate me in some other way?”
If you only knew what I was picturing. “In what way should I compensate you, ma’am? Because I sure as fuck don’t want you to call the cops.”
A slow grin spread across her face as she sauntered toward him. “Gee, I don’t know. What skills do you have?”
Rahab couldn’t help chuckling. “Uh, I can eat out a pussy and make a woman come in thirty seconds flat.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Really.” He curled his hands into fists to keep from charging across the room and throwing her onto the table. His jaw went slack as she reached under that skirt and pulled off a pair of white, cotton panties. One question answered.
She glanced around the room, then laughed softly. “Why the hell not?”
Rahab nearly came in his jeans as she climbed onto the table and lay back, her hips close to the edge and her legs dangling over the side. She hiked up the skirt and spread her legs, revealing a glistening wet pussy with full lips. He groaned. There was no way to stop it.
“Pull up a chair and prove it,” she said.
“As you wish, ma’am.” Rahab pulled a chair over and placed it right in front of her pussy. He closed his eyes for a second and took a long inhale. There was nothing as powerful as the scent of a woman in lust.
He clamped his hands around her full upper thighs and licked up and down them, his head exploding with delight when she moaned loudly and grasped a fistful of his hair. “Oh my God!”
You haven’t felt anything yet, gorgeous. Rahab worked his tongue up and down the delicate skin, inching closer to that wet treasure with each pass. She squirmed on the table and pulled his hair, but he didn’t mind the latter at all. Let her tug. Teasing a woman like this, and coaxing an orgasm out of her along the way, made him feel strong and invincible.
When he finally licked her soaking wet hole, she cried out and pushed her hips closer. He readjusted his body on the chair and slid his tongue into her juicy opening, moaning softly in the back of his throat. She tasted every bit as good as he’d imagined.
With one hand, he freed his dick from his jeans, then removed a condom from the pocket and placed it on the table next to her right thigh. He’d need it soon. Returning to the moist delight in his face, Rahab licked her clit, increasing the pressure and speed with each pass, while he finger-fucked her pussy.
“Oh God … oh fuck … oh shit…” She repeated this litany several times, and when the tiny contractions began inside her hole, he removed his finger and slid two inside, pumping them in and out in time to his tongue on her swollen bud.
“Oh Jesus. I’m coming. Oh fuck. Here I go.”
And come she did. Loud, proud, and with strong contractions that went on and on. He didn’t let them finish before he removed his fingers and stood, slipping on the condom with trembling fingers.
“Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not, baby. Not even close. This is just a warm-up.” Rahab started to unbutton her suit top, but she reached up to finish it for him while he pushed the chair aside and scooted her hips closer to the edge of the table.
Once she had the suit top open, he reached around to unclasp her bra, revealing the sweetest, fullest tits he’d ever seen. “Oh yeah. I knew these would be fucking spectacular.” He planted a quick kiss on each dusky nipple before he moved his hands down to his junk to push it inside her pussy.
“Oh God!” She threw back her head and closed her eyes. She was so fucking tight! Rahab thrust slowly, reaching up again to grasp those incredible tits while he stared down into her pretty face.
“This won’t take long, baby. But once we get up to my room, I promise I’ll last longer eac
h time we fuck again.”
“It’s fucking perfect.”
“You have a fucking gorgeous body.”
“You’re huge!” She giggled, which sent shivers down his spine. He fucked her deeper now, pushing hard into that tight, wet space and holding off his climax as long as possible. Her tits in his hands felt so damn good he couldn’t stand it. She clung to his arms and moved with him, the orgasm he’d given her earlier peaking again as she cried out in pleasure.
When he couldn’t hold back any longer, he grunted loudly and slammed his dick inside her, quickly, deep enough that his balls slapped her ass crack with each pass. His climax came fast, but it was deeply satisfying. He milked it for all he could before finally withdrawing and peeling off the condom.
“Goddamn, Liz. That was fucking incredible.”
“Oh my God. Wow. Holy shit.”
“Let’s go up to my room.”
“Yeah. Okay. As soon as I’m back in my body.”
****
Liz didn’t bother putting her panties back on, or re-hooking her bra. She buttoned up her suit top, smoothed down the skirt, picked up her briefcase and coat, and followed Rahab up the stairs. Music from the club reverberated throughout the hall and stairwell, but as soon as they were in his room at the end of the corridor on the second floor, she could barely hear it.
It wouldn’t have mattered if she could. The only thing she focused on was having that dick back inside her. It had been a long, lonely few months since she’d had sex with anything other than her favorite vibrator. She was going to enjoy this night, and fuck the consequences in the morning.
After she used the bathroom, she asked how he rated a private one. “I don’t. All the rooms have them.”
“How convenient.” She put her arms around him and smiled. “What other deep, dark secrets can you tell me about the building?”
“Well, let’s see.” As he brushed his hands up and down her back and ass, goosebumps broke out over her entire body. “We have a kick-ass security system, a laundry room, you saw the kitchen, oh, and the walls of the club are concrete. That’s where we hide during tornado warnings.”
“Your own fortress, right outside of Creek Ridge. Who’d have thunk it?”
“Where do you live?”
“East side. Euclid, just on the edge of Willowick.”
“You’re really out there.”
“Yeah. The commute on 90 each day sucks.”
“I’ll bet. You probably don’t get out this way much.”
“Hardly ever.”
He grinned, sending shivers up and down her spine once more. “You want to keep talking about this?”
“Not really.”
“How do you feel about giving blowjobs?”
Liz laughed as she dropped to her knees. “I like giving blowjobs.”
“Good.” He took that impressive cock out of his jeans again, and her clit began to throb. “If you’d have said you didn’t, that woulda’ sucked.”
She chuckled again as erotic images danced through her head. “Speaking of sucking…” Liz took as much of his dick into her mouth as she could, working hard to relax her throat muscles so she wouldn’t gag. He groaned loudly and grasped her head, holding onto it with both hands. The gesture was so fucking dominant it sent desire racing through her again.
It had been even longer than a few months since she’d given a guy a blowjob, so she wanted to take this slow and enjoy it, in the hopes he would, too. She eased his jeans down further so she could play with his balls, which really made him moan and grunt. She alternated sucking hard on his cock with licking up and down the shaft, and made sure to keep touching his nuts at the same time.
“You’re so fucking good at this.”
No one had ever told her that, and consequently she had no point of comparison. She therefore had no idea if she really knew what she was doing or not, but he certainly liked it, so she kept doing more of the same.
His grip on her head grew stronger and his grunts deeper. He thrust in and out of her mouth now, and the control was all his the longer it went on. “I’m going to come soon.”
Each time he shoved his dick further inside, she forced her muscles to relax again. Being held like this, taking his cock in her mouth, was far more exciting than she’d ever imagined it could be.
“And you’re going to swallow all of my cum when I do.”
Liz moaned at those words. She loved this, and that surprised the hell out of her. As he thrust even harder and deeper now, she gave over completely and let him take complete control. When he cried out loudly, her mouth filled with hot cum and she struggled to swallow all of it, but some dripped down her chin.
The climax went on for far longer than she’d ever experienced, but she didn’t mind. This was intoxicating. This strong, possessive, confident man made her dizzy with need. After he finally pulled out, he stared down at her, blinking a few times.
“I guess it’s a bit late to tell you I don’t have any diseases.”
“Um, yeah. But that’s okay because neither do I.”
“Thank God for small favors. Stand up.”
She did as he asked. Rahab cupped her face, turning it sideways, left and right. “You didn’t quite swallow all of it, did you?”
“It was a bit difficult to do.”
He shook his head, and the grin was back. Liz moaned softly at the mischievous expression on his face. “Bad girl. I have no choice now. I’ll have to spank you for not following directions.”
Chapter Five
Before Liz could react, he pulled off her suit top and bra. She stood there, staring into those beautiful chocolate-colored eyes as he pulled down her skirt. “Step out of it, and take off the shoes.”
She did as he asked. “Now what?”
“Now what? I told you what.” He turned her around and bent her over at the waist, holding onto her with one strong arm while he swatted her ass cheeks, one after the other, very hard. It was quick, and she didn’t count, but he couldn’t have done more than three or four swats on each side. Yet at the same time, a rush of pure lust raced through her.
“Had enough, bad girl? Will you swallow all my jizz next time I tell you to?”
The teasing humor in his voice nearly made her come. “No.”
“What?”
“I mean no, I haven’t had enough.” No one had done anything even close to this with her. Liz wanted more. Much more.
He straightened her up and turned her to face him, doubt on his face. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Her voice came out in a breathy whisper, but that was because she could barely speak right now.
“I spank really, really hard, Liz.”
“Will you stop if I ask you to?”
“I’ll stop when I’m ready to, but I do promise not to break the skin. Your call.”
“You’re an all-or-nothing kind of guy, aren’t you?”
“When it comes to fucking and the kinky shit I love, yes. That’s what I am. So, again, your call. Do I spank you for real, or not?”
“You ever have anyone accuse of you going too far?”
“No.” He grinned and cupped her face again. Liz knew she’d just been nailed once more. Was he a fucking mind reader? “And you won’t, either, because you want this. It’s in your pretty eyes, and I can smell it on you.”
“You think I have pretty eyes?”
His hearty laugh sent a fresh gush of wetness to her pussy. “Don’t change the subject. Yes, I think you’re fucking gorgeous. Now give me your answer. Do I spank you for real, or not?”
Every deep, long-buried fantasy she’d ever had rose to the surface. This guy was unlike anyone she’d ever dated or fucked. Obviously, she’d been going out with the wrong men. Not that they were dating, but holy hell. This was more fun than she’d had on a dozen dates. This was more fun than she’d had with any man, especially in bed.
“Yes. Spank me, Rahab. I’ve been a very bad girl.”
He almost looked
surprised for a second, not that she could blame him. She certainly didn’t look like someone who enjoyed kinky sex, and she knew that. The way she dressed, spoke, walked, and carried herself was part of the image connected to her profession.
He picked her up like she weighed no more than a piece of paper and carried her across the room.
“You’re so strong.”
“You’d better not be suggesting you’re heavy, or I’ll get out my paddle collection.”
“I am heavy. Let’s not pretend I’m not.”
When he placed her on her feet, they stood in front of a large armchair and ottoman. “You’re not heavy. Seriously. Stop that. Why do women do that?”
“Because society tells us that unless we’re paper thin, we’re not attractive.”
“Society is full of shit. You’re a lush, beautiful woman. Who the hell wants to fuck a rail? I love your big tits.” He grasped them so hard it hurt, but she didn’t care. Her focus was on his words. “And your ass is perfect for spanking.”
Releasing her breasts, he pulled her close and grabbed her ass, massaging the mounds of flesh in his strong hands. “I could spank and fuck this all day long and never get enough. So no more bullshit about you being fat, got it?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Good. I hope you’re ready for this.” He sat down on the edge of the armchair and pulled her over his knee, holding her down with one arm across her lower back. After he pinned her legs down with his right thigh, she couldn’t move much more than her head.
“You ready? This is really going to hurt.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
But instead of swatting her right away, he caressed her ass cheeks, slipping his hand up and down the crack, and underneath to her wet pussy, until Liz was out of her mind with the need to come again.
“Yeah. We’re going to have fun tonight. After I finish spanking you, I’m going to fuck your hot pussy again, and then your sweet ass.”
“Yes. Please.”
He chuckled. “First things first, bad girl. When I tell you to swallow all my jizz, I mean every damn drop.”
Liz gasped as he smacked her ass cheeks, much harder than he had earlier. He alternated, and did it slowly, but it burned and stung like a motherfucker. She could hardly breathe, but at the same time, the most incredible rush of happiness coursed through her. Her pussy was so wet she could feel her juices leaking onto her upper thighs.
