Road Tripped: Satan's Devils MC Utah #1

by Manda Mellett

  Without removing his eyes from mine, he takes hold of my hand and places it on a very hard, and respectably thick cock which I can feel through the material of his boxers. Then he loosens his grip, and I know he’s leaving the decision to me.

  I close my eyes. Do I want this?

  Several outcomes go through my mind. One, that Road doesn’t fulfil his body’s promise, we won’t be compatible at all, that it would be a pleasant experience but one neither of us will want to repeat. Quite likely. Two, that I find it only tolerable, and Road thinks it’s fantastic, then I’ll have a clingy man to get off my back. Very possible. Three, it could be the other way around, that he’d think me mediocre, and I’ll be the one desperate to have him inside me again. Unthinkable. I don’t cling, that’s not me. Or, the fourth option, that we both want more. Impossible and unworkable.

  Road might go back to Tucson. Or, I’m not blind to the Satan’s Devils ways, Drummer might not forgive him for hiding the truth and send him out in bad standing, which would mean we’d have to part ways. Even if he stayed, how could it work? How could I be in a relationship with a brother? Wouldn’t all the brothers look at me with fresh eyes, thoughts I suspected could always be rumbling beneath the surface appearing, she’s just a weak woman who needs a man to complete her. They’d slap Road on the back and congratulate him for going where no one else had dared. Road would lap it up.

  No, he wouldn’t. He’d have my back, and I’d have his. Together we’d take no crap.

  I realise all the time I’ve been thinking, my hand has stayed on Road’s dick, and automatically my fingers have been squeezing, feeling it growing if that’s even possible. I should pull it away. There are too many risks, one, or both, of us will end up hurting. I can’t start anything.

  31

  Swift…

  Shit. I’m used to going after something if I want it, and right now, every fibre of my being screams that I want Road. Despite all the reasons why it’s a bad idea, my body’s overruling my head, and I know I want him inside me now.

  It need only be this once, then I can move on with my curiosity satisfied. I should look at it that saying yes would do us both a favour. We’ve been dancing around our mutual attraction almost since he arrived at the club. Getting it out of our system would mean we could put the inconvenience behind us.

  Giving his cock one last pump, I sit up and pull my tank top over my head. Road’s eyes go wide as his eyes land on my breasts. I’m not large, thank goodness, carrying bazookas on my front with a fifty-five pound weight on my back would be a bit too much, but I hope he’s satisfied with what I’ve got. They’re perky, kept that way by the amount of exercise I do to stay fit.

  The gratified smile curving his lips suggests he’s in no way disappointed, nor in how his hands reach for me. He seems fixated on my dark pink nipples, which harden just from the attention paid to them by his eyes. When his fingertips graze them, I breathe in a gasp of air, as tingles shoot down my spine, and make my clit come to life.

  Shamelessly, I push my breasts further into his hands. He plumps them, then grins up at me. I realise I don’t need to hear words, his upward curved mouth and sparkling eyes show his appreciation, and oh yeah, he likes.

  Rising to my knees, making him pout as I remove his new playthings, I inch down the bed, and hook my fingers like I had last night into the waistband of his boxers. This time he makes no move to prevent me, doing the opposite instead, lifting his hips to help me take them off.

  I don’t normally give head. I’m in charge in bed, men serve me. They get off in my cunt when I’m ready. But Road? I want to please him, and that cock, well, it’s mouthwatering. Lowering my face, I sweep my tongue over the head where pre-cum is already leaking. His hips jerk, and I notice his hands, now lying at his sides, are fisting.

  In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say back home. Encouraged by his reaction, I take more of him into my mouth. He’s too big for me to take his whole length, but the tension in his loins, together with little jerks of his hips suggests even this is pleasing him as I suck and lick those delicious veins, lapping up further pre-cum that leaks from the tip.

  Suddenly I’m lifted by Road’s strong arms and I’m flat on my back, and he’s sweeping my own sleep shorts down. I raise one knee, then the other, and finally help by toeing them off.

  I’ve no embarrassment being naked in front of him. My stomach is flat, my pubic hair neat and well maintained. I keep myself in good shape. While I might not win a beauty pageant, I’m confident in my looks. Though I rarely bother to use makeup, only if the occasion calls for it, I’m certain I could rival most of the strippers he comes across, well the less curvy ones anyway. If I entertained any doubts he didn’t like what he sees, that fire in his eyes would have erased them.

  Slowly, tortuously slowly, he parts my thighs, staring at my cunt for a moment. Then, with a quick grin my way, he lowers his face and starts his administrations.

  Somehow I had known Road wouldn’t disappoint. Unlike some men I’ve been with, he needs no instructions. He tries one thing, and depending on my reaction, either does it again, or tries something different. His mouth works, sucking, then his tongue licks and his teeth tighten.

  My hips trap his head, my strong muscles holding him to me. He broadens his shoulders and uses his own strength to push them apart, giving himself more room to work, and finds my slit and laps my cream. His tongue delves deep inside me, then rises back to my clit, as he swaps it for first one finger, and then adds another. Again, no instruction is required, and he finds my g-spot unerringly. I gasp…

  He retreats. The bastard is teasing me. One glare down toward his face and he stares back cockily, unrepentant at leaving me on the edge.

  Then he resumes his work, ramping up my desires so I’m again teetering on the brink, when once more he ceases.

  I could scream with frustration. My body bows, my mouth begs though I can’t hear my words.

  I’m almost at the point of pushing him away and finishing myself off, when he lowers his head, and once again, begins to assault me. This time, thank fuck, he doesn’t stop.

  It’s hard to get air into my lungs as my body completely freezes. I know it’s coming, but to the point, I don’t know whether I’ll survive and live to come down the other side. The little death? I think he really might have killed me. I swear I start to see all the stars in the universe, I feel dizzy and then the explosion hits me. Every nerve stretched taut, the freshly released endorphins flooding through every part of my body.

  I’m shaking. My body jerking as further minor detonations continue to hit. My eyes are squeezed tightly shut. Never, ever, have I come so hard in my whole life.

  As I feel Road move, I make an effort to open my eyes to see him looming over me. Somehow, while I was in outer space, he’s prepared his cock with a condom. As our eyes lock, I feel him positioning himself at my entrance.

  If he speaks from that position, I wouldn’t be able to hear him. If he questions my consent, I won’t know what he’s asking. But Road turns out to be the master of non-verbal communication. He pushes against me slightly, then cocks his head, his eyes do the talking for him. I give a shy nod, shy? and open my hips giving him room to move.

  I’m wet, Road’s earlier administrations had made certain I’d be able to take him. There’s a slight burn because of his size, but it’s not painful, more of a delicious feeling as he stretches me. He fits, so well. As if he’d been made for me.

  He advances, retreats, then regains his ground and advances again. He takes my leg, raising it up and over my shoulder, so I’m even more open to him, and he’s able to thrust all the way. His eyes question, You okay? I smile back, wriggling at the same time. I’m fine. What’s taking so long?

  He starts moving, thank fuck, gentle glides in and out, ramping up my arousal all over again. My body shudders with delight as he finds that spot inside me that drives me wild. He knows and proves it by finding it again. And again. Then, feeling my body tight
en, he speeds up, his thrusts become more forceful, hammering into me time after time. I jerk, my stomach muscles ripple. I need more. I start to move my hand down to my clit.

  Lifting it away, he shakes his head and grins a knowing smile, No you don’t. As if he knows me better than I know myself. Road keeps to the pace he wants to, and Jesus, though I would have said it was impossible without external stimulation, I can feel another orgasm building, the symptoms multiplying and merging so it’s hard to know one from the other. I go up, up and up again. Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I reach the edge of a cliff, teeter for a moment then let myself go and soar up into the sky, only just conscious of Road’s heavy breathing. I can feel sharp exhaled breaths on my cheeks.

  I’ve never had sex in silence before, never given up so much control. I’ve never trusted anyone enough to leave myself vulnerable. I never felt so much emotion as I got off.

  I’ve never made love.

  Made love?

  Road rests his forehead against mine. After a few seconds, he moves his mouth down, placing gentle kisses in a line from my brow to my mouth. He pauses, then puts his lips to mine. Putting my arms around him, I pull him close. Our tongues meet and dance. It’s sensual and slow, not hurried and urgent, something to be enjoyed for itself, and not as a prelude which needs to be over and done with. We kiss for a long time though I don’t measure it, until, reluctantly, Road pushes himself up first on his elbows, then up onto his hands. Balancing on one arm, he reaches out the other and picks up something. Seconds later, I have my hearing aids in my hands.

  It doesn’t escape me, he knew where they were all the time, could have handed them to me at any stage of the proceedings. If he’d spoken directly into my ear, I would have heard him, and he knows that as well. Had he been making a point? Or just showing me my lack of hearing doesn’t detract from our coming together, in more ways than one. There had been something magical about sex in silence, our bodies talking without needing words.

  But now I have them, I waste no time putting them in and switching them on.

  “Good morning.” Road rolls to his side, props himself up on one elbow, and adorably huffs a puff of air to blow away hair that’s fallen over his face.

  It just tumbles back, so using my uninjured hand, I reach up and tuck it behind his ear. It’s as intimate gesture as anything else we’ve shared.

  “I’ve dreamed of wrapping my hand in your hair while you were going down on me,” I tell him, with a smirk. I’d forgotten earlier, as he’d needed no direction, but could rectify that now.

  “Be my guest,” he replies, with a shrug and a grin. “But not now.”

  “No?” I frown.

  “Had a text from Pip while you were still sleeping.”

  I try to sit up, he pushes me back. “We’ve got plenty of time to get dressed and ready, but just not enough to go another round.”

  To be honest, I’m still sated and I shouldn’t be greedy.

  Road stares at me, his smile fading, and lines appearing on his brow. He sits up, his brow creasing, his playfulness gone. What he says next shocks me. “So, have we gotten it out of our systems? Is this it, Swift? We part and go our separate ways now?”

  Is that what he thinks? Or wants? My breathing stops. He might have gotten it out of his, but he’s only woken a new appetite in mine.

  “I’m giving you the option, Swift.” His hair flops over his face again. This time he brushes it back himself. “I know how you like to play things, and hey, so did I up to now. If you still think that way and want to call a stop to this seeing as we’ve fucked, I won’t make any waves. I’ll sleep with you while you need someone to reassure you, you’re safe, and I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

  “You could do that?” I’m curious. He might be sure of himself, but I don’t think I could. As for getting him out of my system, I think it’s the opposite. I just want him more. I worry I could even become addicted. But if that’s not what he wants, I’ll step away. I’m not going to make a fool of myself.

  “It would be hard.” He glances down at his cock, having slipped out of my body, it’s swelling again. “But we’ll just ignore him.”

  Not responding to his playful remark, I focus on what’s important. “Is that what you want, Road?” It would be tidier. No messy relationship to deal with, no working out how we could have a sexual liaison and keep it all quiet.

  “I…” He winces slightly, sliding the condom off and tying it “I want what you want, Swift.” But his eyes won’t meet mine. I wonder why not, and what they’d reveal if he looked at me. His posture is rigid, and it hits me—while the right words are coming out of his mouth, they don’t reflect how he’s really thinking.

  What do I want? Suddenly it’s blindingly obvious, and to hell with any complications. We’ll just have to deal with it. Yesterday we got free, killed two men, incapacitated two more. We worked as a team and well together. We can handle whatever lies ahead. After a moment, I respond, “You can’t have what I want,” I tell him, in a serious tone.

  He glances at me. It’s enough to show me his face has twisted and the corners of his mouth have turned down. He thinks I’m rejecting him. I don’t leave him hanging.

  “You can’t have it because you’ve already got it. What I want is you, Road.” His brows draw down as he tries to understand my statement. So I clarify myself. “I’m not ready to give you up. I want you back in my bed, and everything that goes along with it.”

  “My cock?” His eyebrows rise, his expression a little wary.

  Damn men. I was also thinking about sleeping cocooned in his arms. But I give him what he’s waiting for with a roll of my eyes. “Your cock.”

  The tension leaving him is obvious, he wants this too. He breathes out, then pinches the bridge of his nose. He speaks after a moment has passed. “How do you want to play this?” He jerks his head toward the world outside my room.

  That’s the complicated bit. There’s no saying where this will be going, whether it would last long enough to make waves. “Let’s keep things between us for now. Out there we act as normal. There’s no reason for anyone to know what goes on in our bed.”

  If anything, he seems relieved. Neither of us went looking for or wanted to find a relationship. If anyone else knew, there would be teasing, awkwardness, discomfort, which would be a hundred times worse if we didn’t work out and it ended. He knows that as well as I. I don’t have to teach him anything about the Satan’s Devils brotherhood.

  “Better get ready for that meeting with Pip.” He winks and starts to push himself up. “I’ll get my clothes on and do the walk of shame back to my room.”

  I snort. Then reach out my hand, my fingers curling around his arm. “Come ‘ere first.” I pucker my lips. I pucker my damn lips. What the fuck has gotten into me?

  But Road’s eyes just gleam, and his mouth comes down on mine.

  Again it hits me how strangely satisfying a kiss can be. I’m sure we’ve both got morning breath, but as it’s two sided, neither of us cares. Eventually, he pulls away, then comes back for one last peck, which has my arms anchoring him to me again.

  The next time we break apart, he reminds me, “Pip’s waiting. Remember him? Your prez? We’re going to be late if we don’t get a move on.”

  “Damn, Road. Why the bloody hell didn’t you say?”

  He easily evades my playful punch and slides off the bed laughing.

  As he throws on his clothes, I feast my eyes on his disappearing skin. When he bends to pull up his jeans, I admire his rather nice ass. Then, with a final wink in my direction, he opens the door cautiously, makes sure the coast is clear, and leaves.

  I roll over and stretch. It’s been a good start to my day. I feel refreshed, I must have had a good rest. I’d slept soundly, trusting Road to watch out for me. Then, when I’d awoken, he’d taken care of me in another and very pleasurable way.

  It wouldn’t be hard to get used to this.

  32

  Road…


  Sexually, Swift is everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman yet never have found. She’s an active partner, not afraid to ask for what she wants, even though I purposefully hadn’t used words. I’d wanted to show her there were some things she could enjoy even while embracing that she’s deaf.

  Sex, particularly with a new partner, is often punctuated with ‘right theres' and ‘move pleases', or ‘a little bit to the left or right’, but when two bodies are in such harmony as ours had been, directions hadn’t been necessary. I’d enjoyed watching her responses and interpreting them, as she had certainly understood mine. We’d used a language as old as time.

  Last night the clubhouse was quiet, apart from Brute and Igor, we were the only ones here. Today there’s movement and sound coming from all directions. Brothers stirring in their rooms, toilets flushing, showers running, and voices coming along the hall. Quickly, I open my door and slip inside before anyone spots me.

  I respect and support Swift’s desire to keep what’s between us quiet for now. Who wants to stir up shit when we’ve no idea where this will go? The destination could be far off, years into our future, or just a few more nights might show the magic we thought was between us, doesn’t exist.

  Most importantly, before I take an old lady, there are matters I have to resolve. I have to decide what I want out of life, starting with in which state I’m going to live. Disregarding the mess I’m in, that I’ll either have to keep lying to Drummer, or expose Pip for what he is, my stars now seem more aligned with Utah now that I’m with Swift. I just don’t know how to get out of the hole I’ve dug for myself.

  Tossing my clothes on the bed—both the jeans and shirt were clean last night, and I’d worn them for such a short time, they’ll do for today—I walk naked into the shower. There, I let the water run over my back, cascading down my body. Balancing myself on my stitched-up arm to keep it out of the stream, I rest my forehead against the tiles.