by Jenika Snow
Bennie didn’t respond right away, but the look on her face told Naggie that her friend knew there was something more. Bennie leaned in farther and asked in a low voice, “You want to sleep with him, don’t you?”
When Naggie didn’t respond right away, Bennie leaned back and shook her head. “Girl, good luck with that.” She bent to the side again and looked at Booshie once more. In a much lower voice, she said, “That man looks like he could eat a woman up and still be starved, even your spunky ass, Naggie.”
Good, because on a day like today, Naggie wanted to be used, abused, and fucked unconscious. Bennie started chuckling, as if Naggie said that sentence out loud. It wasn’t like they didn’t look after each other, because they did all the time. Bennie was like a sister to her, but they also didn’t bullshit each other. If Naggie wanted Bennie to take her home, or if she thought Naggie was not with it enough to know what the hell she was doing, then she’d call her out.
“You sure?”
Naggie looked over her shoulder, saw Booshie looking right at her even though his buddy was still talking to him, and felt her heart pound in her chest. Yeah, she was sure she was ready to put the shitty day behind her in one night of wild, raw sex. And she knew that was exactly what she would get if she gave it up to Booshie. When she turned back around, it was to see Bennie shaking her head and smiling. “Oh yeah, I am pretty damn sure.”
“Well.” She shrugged, grabbed her purse, and stood. “You sure know how to kick the old out and bring the new in.” She grinned once more and leaned in for a hug. “But I am only a phone call away, and just know I wouldn’t be leaving you here if I thought you wouldn’t be okay.” She leaned back and stared at Naggie in the eye. “But you’re a strong girl, and I trust you, so please be careful. You are such a wild child.” Bennie smiled, and Naggie returned the expression.
“I’ll be okay, and hey, maybe he just wants to talk.”
Bennie shook her head and gave Naggie a “what the fuck ever” look. “That man wants you like he is iron deficient and you’re a raw steak.”
That had Naggie bursting out laughing. “You and your funky-ass analogies.”
Bennie winked, and the look she gave Booshie was one a big sister might give to warn off guys. Naggie watched her leave the bar, and when she turned to look at the biker, she saw he was watching her and that Tank was walking away with the two blondes, most likely about to have a ménage.
“So, just you and me now,” he said and took a long drink of his beer. He set the bottle down and leaned in close. When he grinned, it was one of those smiles that surely had panties dropping all over the place.
“Yeah, just you and me.” Naggie couldn’t help this undeniable attraction she felt for Booshie. They may not “know” each other besides the pleasantries they shared when they saw each other, but Naggie didn’t feel as though they were strangers. They stared at each other for a long while, and the heat and electricity continued to bounce between them.
There was a lot of action all around them: the music, the loud voices and laughter, and the general activity that seemed so out of place, because she felt like they were in their own little world. Booshie brought the beer bottle to his lips again, his gaze still trained on her, and took a long swallow. God, just watching his throat work as he swallowed was so damn attractive, and all she could think about was having unbelievably raunchy sex with Booshie.
Her pussy was wet, and she knew her nipples were probably visible right through her shirt. And when Booshie looked down at her chest and she saw the way his pupils dilated, Naggie knew that if she were to ask him to take her home right now, he would.
“You want to talk about whatever is bothering you?”
Naggie didn’t want to talk at all, and in fact the only sounds she wanted to hear were of her and him grunting and groaning as he pounded what she knew had to be a big-ass cock in and out of her. Instantly, her cheeks heated at the thoughts of that and of the images that slammed into her mind. Booshie cocked one of his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth lifted like he saw in her expression what she was thinking.
She had a buzz going on, was single once again, and was so horny her clit practically throbbed. He looked good, damn good. The dark bandana he wore was like a staple for his fashion, but she knew he wore it because that was just his style and not because he was trying to appear like a badass biker, despite the fact that he really was.
The leather cut he wore smelled good, and whatever dark and spicy cologne he wore filled her head and made her even more intoxicated.
“I don’t want to talk, Booshie. I want you to take me home and help me forget about this worthless piece of shit day I’ve had.”
For several moments, he did nothing but watch her, but then he lifted his beer and finished it off while holding her gaze with his own over the rim. “Your day was that bad that you want to come home with a virtual stranger and have him fuck you until you can’t walk?”
He wasn’t a stranger, but she didn’t mention that. Her pulse raced, adrenaline filling her body, and she licked her lips. She didn’t even hesitate when she said, “Yes, I want that really fucking badly.”
There was this sound that came from him that had a tingle running up the length of her spine. It was like a wild animal stalking through the night and looking for his prey. “It’s dangerous to proposition a man at a bar the way you just did.”
“I didn’t proposition anyone.” She leaned in, and the scent of the beer he was drinking came from his warm breath. “What I’m saying is that a woman like me needs a man like you to show me what it means to be fucked over in the good kind of way.”
He made that deep, low rumble again, and a fresh gush of cream left her. “You got a fucking mouth on you, Naggie.” He lowered his gaze to said body part. “You are one fucking dirty girl, baby.”
Just hearing him say that had her curling her fingers into her palm. “I want to get a lot dirtier, with you taking me back to your place.” Naggie wasn’t a wallflower and certainly wasn’t ashamed of her sexuality. It wasn’t like she was a blushing virgin, and had pretty much done everything in the sexual department at least once.
She loved her body, loved the ink that covered her flesh and expressed her personality. She wanted to be an outgoing and sexual person in a responsible way too. Maybe jumping into bed with Booshie wasn’t the best thing to do on the same day she had broken it off with Rob, but the truth was, over the last few months, it was like this massive elephant was in the room when she was with Rob.
Maybe on some level she had known her relationship with him was doomed, but damn, a year was the longest she had committed to a person, and it wasn’t like she was getting any younger.
“You only live life once, right?” She shrugged. “Besides, it isn’t like we’re strangers, not really at least.” She swallowed, feeling really thirsty all of a sudden.
“You want me to take you home, baby?” His chest rose and fell, and he continued to stare at her mouth.
She didn’t verbally respond, but nodded and licked her lips again. He groaned low in his throat.
“You’re playing with fire, Naggie.”
Maybe she had licked her lips to get him even more worked up, or maybe this man just got her so worked up she couldn’t even tell what the hell she was doing anymore. He shifted in his seat, and she glanced down to his crotch. Oh God. That had been a bad idea, because the sight of the bulge he was sporting had everything inside her stilling. Even through his jeans, Booshie looked like he was packing a fucking anaconda between his legs, but then again, he was big all over.
Purely masculine in every way, this biker was the epitome of what a man should be. Naggie had never even been one of those women who got all mushy when a big, strong man came into her life, but God, Booshie was a whole other breed of male. She had been called a wild child, had done some pretty daring things in her life, but never had she randomly gone home with a guy like this.
But damn, it felt right, and she knew Booshie wa
s the type of man who could make her feel really good and forget about a lot of shitty things. Who cared that he was probably old enough to be her father?
Nasty. Don’t even think about that.
Booshie flashed her a shit-eating grin, and then he stood, reached for her hand, and helped her off the stool. Yeah, tonight was certainly going to be one she wouldn’t forget, both mentally and physically.
7
Booshie was getting harder by the second from feeling Naggie tighten her arms around his waist. He took the corner of the road and hugged it tight, and he loved that she pressed herself closer. Surely she had been on a bike before? But hell, he liked her pussy and tits all pressed up against him.
Shit, he could feel the heat from her body right through his cut and T-shirt. He wondered if her pussy was hairless or if she had a thin strip of blonde hair that covered her mound. He didn’t care either way as long as he had his hands, mouth, and dick all over it by the time they got to his bedroom.
The wind was chilly as he took the last turn on his bike to get to his place. He was located on the outskirts of town, away from anyone who would fuck with him and his privacy, but still close enough that he could help out the Bastards at the drop of a hat. He pulled his Harley into his driveway and parked it in front of the garage.
He had the engine cut, was off the bike, and had his hands around her slender waist before she could even say anything. He was rock-hard, ready to fuck her, and didn’t want to waste any time.
Booshie unlocked the front door of his place and kicked it open. He already had her in his arms and had his mouth on hers by the time they walked inside. After shutting the door behind them, he slammed her back up against it and tilted his head so he could deepen the kiss. His cock was hard, his balls drawn up tight to his body.
He had wanted Naggie for a long fucking time, but of course her being with someone had kept him at a distance. All it had taken for him to let his control slip were the words she uttered about being single. It didn’t really matter why she was single, because he could finally slide his dick into her tight little body. He broke the kiss, felt this powerful need rise up inside him from testosterone and adrenaline, and knew he had never wanted to fuck a woman as badly as he did her.
It seemed weird as hell wanting her like he did. Booshie wasn’t ashamed to say he wanted women for one thing: pussy. But Naggie made him feel differently. Maybe it was the fact that for all these months he had been pining after her, aching to fuck her, but knowing he couldn’t touch her.
He ran his lips and tongue over the line of her neck, loved that she trembled beneath him and reached up to spear her hands in his hair. She pushed his bandana off and gripped the strands so hard that a sting coursed through his cock and balls. “Mine. Do you hear me, Naggie?” He wound his hand through her hair and tugged on the short strands as much as he could.
She gasped right beside his ear, and his dick jerked from the sound.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight that your sweet little pussy is going to be sore.” He bit the spot right below her ear. “You’ll sit down and hiss out in discomfort, remembering I was all up in you, pounding away like I owned every part of you.” He loved that she reached down now and held onto his arms, dug her nails into his skin, and he pulled her closer. “And I’m going to do that tonight, Naggie. I’m going to own every fucking part of you,” he growled into her ear.
“You’re just as dirty as I am,” she whispered in a heated moan.
“Dirty sex is the best kind, baby.” He ground his erection into her belly. “You feel how hard I am for you?” He could feel the wetness of pre-cum coat the tip of his cock and had never been this turned on before.
Over and over, he dry-humped her, feeling like a fucking teenager copping a feel for the first time. But he didn’t care, because he had never been this revved up, and before the night was over with, he was going to have Naggie saying a lot of dirty things to him. He felt her pulse pounding fast and hard right below her ear, and he ran his tongue over it.
It felt like his heart was in his shaft, throbbing and pulsing in time with how frantic he felt. “Baby, I want to do some pretty filthy things to you, things that would make you feel like a damn virgin.” He thrust against her stomach again.
“I wish you’d stop threatening and start delivering.” She tugged at his hair hard enough that he hissed out from the pain, but he loved it. He fucking loved it all.
Moving his hands around her back and gripping her firm ass, he clenched his fingers around the globes and relaxed them. He repeated this action over and over again then moved his thigh between her legs, and he lifted up enough that she was forced to hold onto him for support. She was on her toes with her pussy right over his knee.
The damn jeans she wore were in the way, but they’d be off soon enough. Right now, he wanted her to grind herself on him until she came. “Come on, baby, move that pussy on my leg, fuck yourself until that sweet cunt quivers for my cock.”
She started panting harder, and he loved that she was slowly unraveling. “What do you want to do to me?” There was no hesitance in her voice. All that laced her words were heated seduction and anticipation. Yes, she was exactly the type of woman he needed, one who didn’t hold anything back and would give as good as she got.
“I’d tear your clothing off, bend you over my bike, and fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.” He dipped his gaze down to see her breasts pressed against her shirt. She was smaller than what he normally went for, petite even, but she was gorgeous nonetheless. “I want to run my tongue over your ink.” He lowered his head and at the same time pulled her shirt down and exposed her skin. There was a dahlia that covered the delicate bone of her shoulder and branched out over her collarbone.
He ran his tongue along the petals and loved that her skin was slightly salty but sweet at the same time. He still held onto her shirt with one hand, and it caused the material to be snug against her body. He pulled back so he could see the outline of her bra, but the constraint did nothing to hide her hard nipples just aching for his mouth.
“And then what?” She rested her head back on the door and breathed out.
“When you couldn’t take anymore—” He wrapped his other hand around her hip and squeezed hard enough that she would know who was in charge. “—I’d force you to take another inch of my cock into your cunt until you screamed out.”
He still had his knee wedged between hers, and he was harder than fucking granite and growing stiffer still every time she worked her denim clad pussy on his leg.
“I’d stretch your pussy with my big cock, baby, make you yearn for more.” Fuck, he wanted her right now. Would she let him touch her and do all the filthy things he wanted to do? “Christ, I can think of so many things I’d like to do to you.”
“Booshie, I think that’s enough talking.”
He leaned back so he could look at her face. Her cheeks were red, her lips parted and slightly swollen from his kisses, and her tits were rising and falling the faster she breathed. With her hands now on his chest, she exerted pressure until he took several steps back. He knew what she was going to do, or at least he was praying like hell she was going to do it.
And then as if his prayers had been answered, she grabbed the bottom of her tank and pulled it up and over her head. He had never thought seeing so much inked-up skin on a woman would be arousing, but fuck, seeing Naggie’s flat belly, perfect tits, and arms covered in colorful tattoos had his dick trying to rip through his jeans.
She stared at him while she slid her hands up her flat stomach, moved her finger along her belly button ring that slightly dangled, and continued upward until she was cupping the mounds of her breasts. For such a tiny thing, her chest was big and round and all natural. He could tell there wasn’t any fake shit in her, because those puppies shook like a warm bowl of Jell-O.
“Take it off for me, baby.” He grabbed his dick through his jeans and applied pressure as he watched her lift her arms and
reach around her back to unlatch her bra. Her cleavage was something that wet dreams were made out of, and he knew he’d be titty-fucking her before the night was over with. Hell, Booshie wanted to do just about everything raunchy with her, and the sultry look she gave him told him she was more than willing to give it all to him too.
In a matter of seconds, she had the bra off and tossed to the ground. Her skin was this light-peach color, but her nipples were a dark-pink shade and harder than stone. “Take your nipples in between your fingers and twist them, Naggie.” Booshie was a very dominating man, controlled his life and everything around him. Being in an MC made a man rough and hardened, but he was also the VP, and that put him in a whole different mindset.
She grabbed her breasts, pulled the tight peaks between her thumbs and forefingers, and tweaked them until a gasp left her.
“That’s right, fucking pull them until they hurt.” He unhooked his belt, popped the button of his jeans, and slid the zipper down. Once he had his dick out and in his hand, he stroked it as he watched her do exactly what he said. He liked that she obeyed him, followed through with his demands without question, and was so damn hot he could feel the heat come from her like he was right by the fucking sun. He liked that she looked down at his cock as he stroked himself from root to tip, and he got really damn high when her eyes widened at his size.
“You’re pierced,” she breathed out. “Well, this just got interesting.”
8
Yeah, his dick was pierced. A nice Prince Albert through the crown of his penis ensured for a wild ride for both of them. “You ever been with a man who had this going on?” Booshie wasn’t vain in any sense, but he was a man and knew his dick was long and thick.
Once he had it inside her, there was no doubt in his mind he’d stretch her pussy good and wide and make her come harder than she ever had before. She certainly looked primed for him, but the test would be to see if her pussy was nice and juicy for him.
