Stick with one woman like Pyro? Nah. Though, if the proud beam on his face is anything to go by, it seems to suit my brother well enough.
Mace stares down into his bottle of beer, then glances up and gives me a nudge. “Well will you take a look at that? Mel’s coming over. That bitch with her looks hot.”
She looks fucking huge. My eyes widen as I watch what must be the tallest woman I’ve ever seen crossing the room. Mel is looking like a little kid at her side. As my eyes soak her in, I notice her hair is bright blue, matching the shade of the bridesmaid’s dress she’s wearing. Definitely not a sign suggesting she’s shy.
Lizard has overheard Mace’s comment and leans in, uttering confidentially, “I could definitely do her.” Then, louder, he calls out, “Hey, Mel. Are you going to introduce us?” He doesn’t try to hide the leer in his eyes as his gaze takes in her friend, a process that uses more than a moment, as there’s a lot of her to observe. Liz is right to take his time. Christ, that woman’s nearly as tall as I am, and I’m six-foot-six.
Mel’s smiling which is nothing new. She’s not stopped beaming since Pyro slid his ring on her finger a few hours ago. “Sorry Liz,” she says bluntly, “it’s not you she’s interested in.”
Mace straightens beside me.
“Or you,” she chuckles.
In a mock show of hurt he places his hand over his heart.
There are only three of us propping up this part of the bar. I raise my eyebrow.
“Yeah, Ink. It’s you. Ink, this is Beth. Beth, this is Ink. The rest is up to you.”
Fuck me. With that Mel turns and strides off heading toward her husband as though she can’t bear being parted with him for long, leaving me with her friend.
Beth glances after Mel in surprise at having been so abruptly abandoned, and while she’d looked confident walking over, now she shifts awkwardly, balancing her weight first on one foot and then the other, sending sly appraising glances my way through her eyelashes.
Lizard had been right. She’s a good-looking bitch. A bit younger than Mel, mid-to-late-twenties would be my guess. The startling colour of her hair is so vivid, it suggests she’s only just dyed it. It hangs down past her shoulders in waves and perfectly matches the colour of her eyes. Her skin is fair, as is most of ours. After all, it’s winter. Her midnight-blue dress hugs her figure showing she’s slender, not much to offer in the tits department, but with a shapely ass. Intriguingly, she’s looking me straight in the face. Bitches normally have to crane their necks to look up at me.
Interesting as she is, I don’t do citizens.
The silence stretches out. Liz and Mace have started a discussion about the new model Harley is bringing out, and while I’m eager to join in and offer my opinion, I’d be rude to ignore Mel’s friend. But I don’t have anything to say to her, any small talk would have to involve bikes or sport.
In the end, it’s her who breaks the silence. “Why, Ink?” Her hand indicates my skin, left bare as nature intended.
Knowing exactly what she’s asking, it’s not the first time the question has been posed. I shrug. “I don’t like needles. No fuckin’ way am I getting a tattoo.”
“Fuckin’ pussy,” Liz overhears and mutters out of the side of his mouth.
Reaching around Mace, I clip Lizard’s ear.
Our interaction makes Beth give a nervous laugh, before saying, “I don’t have any either.”
I don’t give a fuck one way or another. Caught by movement out of the corner of my eye, my gaze shifts behind her. It’s Tulia, and she’s gesturing at me. I give her a nod, and Beth turns to see what I’m looking at. Her face falls when she sees it’s another girl. Her expression suggests she already knows about the club whores and interprets my non-verbal communication with Tulia correctly.
I know I’m being a bastard, and with the club girl hovering in the background, feel strangely compelled to offer an explanation. “Look, Beth, I’m not in the market for a civilian.” As her head tilts in confusion, I try again. “You’re obviously a nice girl, Beth. I’m a biker. I stick with my own kind, if you get my drift.” Another glance behind her shows Tulia’s now been joined by Breezy. Judge is openly fondling Breezy’s tits as he pulls her back against him, and from the movement of his hips and the dilation of her eyes it’s not hard to guess he’s rubbing his cock against her.
Beth swallows hard, then offers, “I could walk on the wild side.”
“Nah, sorry, darlin’, but I’m not interested.” I’m direct and to the point. Nothing to gain by leading her on and trying to let her down gently.
“You want biker cock, sweetheart? I’ll give it to you.” Mace is equally candid.
She gasps at his bluntness. Her shocked reaction shows that my gut feeling is right. Beth wants some of what Mel’s got, a ring on her finger, not a quick roll in the hay.
Weddings. The worst possible place to hook up. Girls get stars in their eyes and start dreaming of a happy forever. The bride’s joy in her new status is infectious. If I was ever going to pick up a civilian, a place where a husband and wife have just spoken vows is the very last location I’d choose.
“I, er…”
Belatedly, I realise Beth is trying to find a suitable response to Mace. I help her out, chuckling, “Just tell him to get lost, babe.”
But she doesn’t. Instead she pushes past me and puts a hand on the enforcer’s arm. “You offering?” she asks, her voice having taken on a huskiness that goes straight to my cock.
I don’t know the reason, but all of a sudden my jaw tightens. If anyone’s cock is going to see some action with Beth, it’s going to be mine. Hastily, I revise my opinion of her. Perhaps she’s not such a ‘nice’ girl as I first thought. Maybe she does know the score and is willing to bed a man with no promises of anything more.
“He’s not,” I tell her sharply, lifting the hand that she placed on Mace’s arm, and tightening my fingers around hers. Giving a head shake of warning to my companions, I pull her away from the bar, to a corner where we won’t be overheard. Purposefully, I back her up until her spine is against the wall and there’s nowhere for her to go. I crowd her, my body right up in her personal space, and brace one hand against the fancy brickwork. The other, I use to tilt her chin toward me. With her height, she’s looking me straight in the eyes.
“One offer. One chance to turn it down. You say yes, little girl, and you’re going to get what you think you’re after, biker cock. But there’s not going to be any happily ever after, you got it? Okay? Yeah, you’re a good-looking bitch and I…” I don’t have to shift my hips much to rub my rock-hard cock against her, “I’m in the mood to fuck. That’s all I’m offering.” I’d called her little, she’s anything but that. Slender, but so tall, I’m already wondering if she’s going to feel different than girls I’ve had in the past. The novelty of her parts fitting exactly against mine makes me hope she’ll say yes. I’m all up for variety, and Beth would make a great notch on my bed post.
Her eyes flare. With interest? Anger? Disgust?
But it seems it’s the former when she places her hand against my chest. “One night. But not one fuck. Unless,” it’s her turn to break off and give an impudent grin, “you can only get it up once.”
She’s taunting the fucking beast here.
“Only once? I’ll fuck you so many times your cunt will be sore, and you won’t be able to walk straight for days.”
“Yeah?” Her eyes dilate. “Well I’ll want it so much your dick might fall off.”
I bark a strangled laugh at the way she’s trying to come back at me with dirty talk that sounds alien coming out of her pretty civilian mouth. A doubt remains in my head.
“Whether or not you can break my dick, this is just one night, little girl. When you leave my bed, you won’t be coming back. Fuckin’ is all I’m offering, okay? I don’t do sweet talk, I won’t be murmuring sweet little nothings into your ear. My cock, your cunt. That’s all I want.”
I’m describing an intera
ction with a whore, but I need her to know what she’s getting into. Don’t want her feeling hurt and used afterward, she’s got to understand the little she’s going to get.
The sounds of the wedding are continuing all around us. People’s laughter and upbeat conversations can be heard even over the music which is playing loudly, but we seem to be in an oasis apart from everything else. I give her one last chance. “If you’ve got any ideas in your head about trying to change my mind, you can drop them now. Never had a cunt that tempted me back for more.”
She’s the one now thrusting her hips against me, her bravado causing my cock to swell further. “What makes you think your dick is so good, I’ll want a second time?”
Oh, she will. She’ll be begging me for it. But I’ve told her the score.
“You sure?” One final check. “This is for tonight only.”
A little nod.
“Words, babe.”
“I’m sure. Just one night.”
I give her one more moment, then push myself upright. Taking a firm hold of her hand, I stride across the ballroom and out the door, fleetingly observing she doesn’t need to run to keep up.
As I pass by the windows, I see snow falling outside, and I’m fucking glad we’ve all got rooms in this swanky hotel tonight. Satan’s Devils are perhaps not the clientele they usually have staying, but hell, I’ve drunk too much to ride. Not that I’d even ride sober with the amount of white shit I can see on the ground.
It also means we don’t have far to go, and the elevator only has to rise a couple of floors. Long enough for me to turn her, her back to my front, and I cover those small tits with my hands. They might not be large, but as I slide my fingers underneath that plunging neckline of her dress and tweak her nipples, I can immediately tell they’re sensitive, if her gasp and the way her ass drives into my cock is any indication.
Tits. What can I say? I like them. Bigger is best, but hey, any port in a storm, and I’ll be able to make this work.
A ding and a mechanical door opening announcement and we’ve arrived at my floor. I pull up her dress so she’s decent again, then taking her by the arm, drag her out of the elevator and along to the correct door. Having presented the key card, I give her access to my room.
Impersonal, of course. I won’t be able to be too inventive. If I were back at the compound, I’d have far more options. But hey, never let it be said I’m at a loss for ideas.
If she wants biker cock, she’ll get it. Just this once. I was honest when I warned her, where civilians are concerned, I never do them twice.
“Clothes off, babe,” I instruct as I turn to close the door, hanging the ‘do not disturb’ sign outside.
“No kiss?”
I don’t even reply. I’m not going to bother to go through some slow seduction routine. She told me she was sure, and I’d told her my cock was the only thing on offer. For as long as I can remember, I’ve only been with the whores, or women who know the score. If she wants more, well, she knows where to find the door.
I turn away again, wondering whether she’s going to run. Instead, from behind me I hear the rustling of the satin of that bridesmaid’s dress which indicates she’s obeying. Taking off my cut, I reverently place it over the back of the chair, then unbutton the dress shirt I’d worn in deference to the occasion. My top half bare, I place one foot on the same chair that’s holding my leather, undo one boot and remove my sock, then I do the same to the other. Finally, I undo my pants and pushing them down over my hips, take them off.
My cock’s already standing at attention as I turn, pleased to find Beth has done exactly as I asked, and is lying naked on the bed, her head propped on the pillows, her feet stretched right out almost touching the end. One arm lies across her breasts. Her body is slightly twisted, weight on one hip and her legs pressed tightly together so her sex is hidden to my eyes.
She’s shy. I grin, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a sight like that. The club girls would have left nothing to the imagination and probably would be playing with themselves by now. Strangely I find I like the change.
I grin as I see where her eyes are focused. “Like what you see?”
Not too shy, I have to quickly amend, when I hear her reply, “Is that all you’ve got?”
Is that all I’ve fucking got? But fuck me if I don’t look down to check my cock hasn’t shrunk in the wash. Nope, it’s all there in its impressive glory. Has she been with bigger men before? Or is she just yanking my chain? I suspect it’s the latter, but if not, she’s going to learn size doesn’t matter, it’s what you do with it that counts. I’ve no doubt I can impress her on that account. All she’s doing is racking up punishments. First one, I start counting in my head.
Her casual words are at odds with her behaviour. Even from here I can tell she’s turned on. Her state betrayed by the red flush on her face which extends down her neck to the top of her breasts hidden under that arm. Her pupils are large, and the air has that faint tinge of sex, making my nostrils flare.
“Move your arm, babe. Put your hands over your head. And open your legs. Fair’s fair. You’ve seen my goods, now let me see what you’ve got.”
I’m used to the club girls immediately doing exactly what I say. She doesn’t. I grin, again. She’s going to find out what happens to disobedient little girls. First, though, I need to take the edge off. Time for fun later.
Challenge accepted.
I move fast, throwing myself on the bed, my weight making her bounce, then I take first one hand then the other, imprisoning both in one of mine and forcing them up and over her head. Working in tandem, one of my knees comes between hers, forcing her legs to part. A quick glance down shows me she’s shaved, waxed… fuck, I don’t care, except that I’m pleased she’s bare. One of my pet peeves is getting pubes in my mouth.
She tries to move, but I’ve got her pinned in place.
“Didn’t think this through, did you, little girl?” I rasp against her ear. “You wanted a biker to fuck you, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
There’s a sharp intake of breath and her skin flushes more as I feast my eyes on her tits. They’re small, but perky, and the areolas are a lovely shade of light brown. Her nipples harden with just my gaze on them. Yeah, there can be no doubt she’s already aroused.
Unable to resist any longer, I lower my head and suck one of those peaks right into my mouth and using my teeth, nip it gently. Her back arches as she gasps. Yup, she’s sensitive alright, and for the second time I wish I was back in my own room, so I could decorate those nipples with clamps decked out in blue jewels to match her stunning hair.
I pinch the other nipple that I’ve neglected between the first finger and thumb of my free hand. Again, she makes a sound and squirms, but the effect is to grind her pelvis against my cock. I’m pushing her, pleased she’s making no complaint, that little moan can only be interpreted as one of encouragement.
After spending a couple of minutes torturing her nipples, I glance at her face. Her head is thrown back, her eyes are closed, and her lips are firmly pressed together as she concentrates on taking all the pleasure I’m so clearly giving her.
“Don’t move your arms,” I instruct.
Removing the hand I’ve used as a makeshift restraint, I pause a second to see if she obeys. I’m not even sure she’s aware that I’ve released her as I nibble my way down her stomach and to that nirvana between her legs.
But my first lick of her moisture from slit to clit has her bowing up from the bed, and her hands fluttering in the air.
“Babe,” I warn, raising my head, “that’s the third.”
Her mouth forms an O and her arms go back to where I want them.
Chapter Two
Beth
I’d asked for this. I’d asked for meaningless sex with a biker just to see what it was like. Had I not had a few drinks to give me Dutch courage, I’d never have had the nerve to go after him so blatantly, but I had. Not enough to be drunk and n
ot know what I was doing, but sufficient for me to suppress the shy introvert inside, and for once, actually ask for what I wanted.
I’d been eyeing him up all day. The first thing I’d noticed was how tall he was. His handsome face was the second. Next, it was just the way that he was. I’d heard him talk and joke with his friends, seen him firmly move one of the bikers out of the way when a waiter was passing with drinks. When Violet got the clasp of her necklace caught in her hair, it was he who saw what was wrong and quickly had it sorted. His behaviour seemed to show he was a take charge dominant man, just the sort of man I dreamed of, but never expected to meet. I wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity.
I hadn’t needed the words to know this was just once, but something told me that it would be worth it. As long as I kept telling myself I didn’t need a repeat, the experience would be something to remember.
So far this encounter with the tattoo-less biker so inappropriately called Ink is already nothing like any sex I’ve ever had before. My prior experiences have involved flirting, the polite telegraphing that both parties are interested, then a kiss which becomes increasingly sensual, with hands gradually coming into play, mutually commencing and taking liberties with a hesitant exploration of each other’s bodies.
Then, if it progresses and moves into the bedroom, a polite and slow removal of clothes, with glances and sighs of appreciation as the usually hidden areas of skin are exposed.
To be told to undress, and then not even be able to offer a tantalising striptease—he’d turned his back—had put me on edge.
His commands continue. Do this, do that. So far out of my comfort zone, I’m surprised to discover I’m enjoying it.
Ink’s by far the tallest man I’ve ever been with, every other partner has been shorter. While I’ve had a couple of relationships that have worked for a while, most times my height has been, or has quickly become a factor. I’ve even been at the mercy of men who simply wanted to parade me around like a trophy they’ve won, or then there are those who expected me to be the dominant partner and were disappointed to find I was no dominatrix.
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