Savage

by Brook Wilder

  “You are such a fresh boy. Let me go. I don’t want one of your women to come out here and see us.”

  I laughed and pulled her closer looking down into her eyes as she blushed. “Those women will always be jealous of your beauty.”

  She smacked me in the face with the oven mitt. I shook my head as I smiled.

  “Luis, you have no shame, teasing an old woman,” she giggled again.

  “I don’t tease, Momma,” I said starting my bike. “God gave me one gift and he expects me to share it with any woman who wants it.” I winked at her, and Momma smiled sweetly at me.

  “Don’t forget to come back, Luis.”

  ***

  I adored Momma but I knew she was serious. Carmen Nieto had strict rules. Absolutely no MC colors or talk in her house. But even though I broke her rule, no one else would have cared enough to make sure I was okay.

  The wind felt good on my body as I circled around the streets. I’d drive over a few blocks then loop around the bus station then onto Salta Avenue before parking the bike on the alley behind Momma’s house on Mission. True, I could have pushed the bike into the back and gone back inside. But every time, I touched my chrome machine, I wanted to ride it. The members teased me for my good looks, but all I really cared about was my bike.

  At the corner, I stopped for a red light and watched the people getting off a bus. My heart skipped a beat when I spotted a hot brunette dragging her backpack onto the sidewalk. A car horn blasted from behind me. The light was green, but I wanted a closer look.

  The brunette was seriously stacked with a tight waist and full ass in cut-off shorts. My cock reminded me she was my type.

  I pulled into the bus lane and parked in the tow away zone to check her out. Her blue eyes were so bright, they sparkled in the dim light of the overhang. She was speaking to an older woman who looked like she might be her mother. But then they hugged briefly, and the other woman walked away. The chica pulled out her phone and frowned at it in disgust. She looked at the lobby and hesitated. I was in a club and I wouldn’t even go into that rundown dirty hole.

  I continued to watch as she struggled with her backpack that had to be over half her height. Revving the engine, I turned on my bike and drove in a wide circle, making sure she’d get a good look at me. When I pulled up alongside her, she was staring, and I smiled at her admiration.

  “You need a lift?” I asked.

  She looked me up, down and all around, then smiled.

  “Yes,” she said, “I sure do.”

  Chapter Three

  JANE

  God, he was cute. It was lust at first sight.

  The bus station was noisy, and at first, I didn’t catch his name. He leaned in closer and he purred ‘Luis’ into my ear. I almost came on the spot. Luis was built for speed, with a tight and lean muscular build. He was on a bike and I should have shut him down, but he had a boyish face and sweet smile. His wavy, medium brown hair was styled in a D.A. and he was cleanly shaven. He had the look of a guy who’d drive the girls crazy with his dance moves and sexy voice.

  Luis picked my eighty-pound backpack up with one hand and hung it off his bike. My mouth fell open in amazement, and he smirked. I’d been dragging that thing around like an albatross for days.

  I continued to stare at him, but Luis didn’t mind. In fact, he almost seemed to be getting off on the attention. He didn’t have on colors, but I had a feeling the picture painted on his fuel tank were more than just a fashion statement. The thin, colorful lines intertwined into three devils that rose like smoke from flames below them. He didn’t have tats. At least, not any that I could see. Maybe he was the type who didn’t want ink distracting from his pretty-boy good looks.

  He handed me his helmet, and I sat behind him hugging his waist. My breasts pressed against his broad back, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t entirely sure where we were headed, which was very stupid of me. I’d made a lot of bad choices, and I hoped this wouldn’t be another one, but Luis had said something about stopping off at his Momma’s. I wouldn’t have expected a biker to mention his mother, so maybe that was a good sign he wasn’t some murderer.

  We didn’t go far before he drove us down an alley. I could see the backs of homes that faced a residential street. We stopped behind a two-story stucco house. There were people in the backyard eating food off paper plates, and kids running around in circles screaming and laughing. Luis parked his bike beside four others. They all had the devil logo, too.

  He hoisted my backpack off his bike with ease and swung it onto his shoulder. With a lazy, sexy smile, he motioned for me to follow. His smile curved up half his mouth, like a kid up to no good. I was hesitant to find out what it meant, but he had my backpack, so I hurried behind him into the house. We walked through an impressive kitchen where an older woman cooked at the stove and three huge men sat silent and glaring. The woman stopped to look at my shorts and swatted Luis on the arm. He smiled and kissed her on her forehead.

  “Momma, this is Jane,” he said. “She just got off the bus.”

  The men laughed, and Momma said, “Oh Jane, he’s very naughty.”

  Luis hugged Momma and it was really cute seeing a big man like him show her affection. I changed my mind about my intentions with Luis. Before, I’d been thinking I’d tease him a little, and maybe let him a kiss me. But watching a grown man treat his mother with kindness actually made me hot. My body tingled watching this sexy guy openly show affection when most men would’ve been aloof.

  “Romeo is my boy, but watch his hands,” she warned.

  Before I had time to respond, Momma handed me a plate with a chicken and potato empanada.

  “I was so hungry,” I replied, licking the sauce off my finger. “You must have read my mind.”

  “You could be full before you enter this house and poof, you’re hungry again.” Luis stuck his fingers into a pot and Momma smacked it away with a spoon.

  “Remember, Jane,” she said. “Watch his hands.”

  We’d cleaned our plates even before we could sit down. Luis nodded toward the kitchen door, and I followed him through the house, passing the party and to the stairs. I gave him a dubious look, but he only smiled.

  “We’ll put your stuff upstairs, then we’ll get something to drink. Maybe, dance?”

  I shrugged my shoulders and followed him upstairs. “I have to charge my phone. Is there somewhere I can plug it in?”

  Luis looked back at me, and I got a full smile this time. He was such a player, but he was also the sexiest man I’d ever seen in person. Sure, hot guys strutted around in videos, but I could touch this one. Maybe my serious life plans could wait long enough for me to have some fun.

  The dark green walls of the upstairs hallway were lined with four doors, two on either side. A big guy stood smoking at the end of the hall. Now he looked like a biker, with his shaved head, moustache, mirrored sunglasses, and muscle on muscle. Luis called him ‘Hector’ and Hector nodded. Luis opened the first door on the right, and we went into what I guessed was his bedroom.

  A king bed sat in the middle of the room on a tan rug, surrounded by deep purple walls. The hardwood floors shone with polish and he had a large upholstered chair and bedside tables. Despite the homey décor, there was nothing personal in the room like photos or books. It almost felt like a hotel.

  “Nice, is this your room?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” he replied. “I rent a room here, but I have an apartment downtown.”

  “You have two places?” I asked.

  For the first time, he didn’t smile. In fact, he looked pensive as if the question troubled him. “I come here when I want to rest and eat a home-cooked meal.”

  I thought now would be a good time to lay down the ground rules before things got out of control.

  “Just to be clear,” I said. “I’m not some hick who just blew into town.”

  Luis lifted an eyebrow.

  I handed him my phone and charger, then followed him to the other side of t
he bed where he plugged it in. “So, don’t expect me to hang around and play house.”

  That slow sexy smile grew on his full lips. “I saw a lady and I offered her my help. That’s all. But I’d be happy to offer the lady a little more if she wants it.”

  It was hard not to spot the impressive bulge in his black pants. “Oh baby, you’re smooth,” I replied.

  “I’ve been told that’s how I feel if you’d like to try.”

  Only a good-looking guy could get away with that line. His eyes hadn’t left my breasts since we entered his bedroom. I wanted to close my eyes and say to him, ‘what color are my eyes?’

  I shook my head, and said, “I have rules, Romeo.”

  “Is that like having a safe word?” he replied.

  Unbelievable. My head kept shaking like I had a bobblehead on my neck. “Do women just jump into bed with you?”

  “If there’s a bed around, but sometimes, I have to improvise. What do you prefer?”

  I had to laugh. After all, it was flattering after years in a caustic relationship. My ex had really fucked with my head and my heart. His abuse wasn’t just physical; it was also verbal. Sometimes, the words were worse, especially coming from a person who’d sworn to love me. Right now, bad memories had no place in my mind. I’d better things to think about, like the sexy guy who was trying to get in my pants.

  “Does that door have a lock?” I asked.

  Luis wasn’t just a fast talker, but a fast mover. He hopped over the bed and had the door locked before I could turn my head to look at him.

  He saw my look of surprise, and said, “We could leave it unlocked if you like that better. But you know someone might walk in and join us.”

  “Like who?”

  “I have brothers.”

  I shook my head. “Please, keep it locked.”

  He grinned like a kid with a candy cane on Christmas day, and that had me laughing again. He must have thought I was crazy, but I felt free. I’d finally earned my freedom by making it out alive from the depths of a hellish marriage. It had been hard to accomplish, and it was going to take some time to regain lost ground. But at that moment, I felt as if my luck were about to change.

  “Okay, Romeo, if you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

  Chapter Four

  JANE

  Tossing my sweat jacket onto the chair, I made myself comfortable in the king-size bed as Luis stripped off his clothes. He was giving me a show. He flexed his well-defined muscles while he pulled off his tight T-shirt. The man even wiggled his tight butt and I giggled. He was a whore for attention.

  Turns out he did have a few scattered tats on his body and my eyes lingered on his caramel skin. Thin lines of intricate ink traced his back as if someone had doodled poetry across his body. He dropped his pants and my eyes popped when I saw the size of his package. Uncool, maybe, but hey. I couldn’t help it.

  My body tingled with arousal and I yanked off my tank top, and then my bra. Luis had been toying with me until then, but seeing my boobs made him snap. They were big for my small frame, and I was sure he hadn’t been expecting them. He licked his lips as he crawled onto the bed.

  I rolled over onto my back and he pulled himself over me. The heat of his body over mine made my pussy swell. He lowered his mouth onto my hard nipple and licked it in his mouth while playing with the other. I groaned and grabbed the back of his head, weaving my fingers into his thick, silky hair.

  He pressed his thick cock against my clothed pussy. I squirmed under him unfastening my shorts. We fumbled against one another until my shorts and panties were off and on the floor.

  I didn’t want foreplay. I’d been soaked and aching since the ride on his bike. If I’d really wanted to be naughty, I would have stroked him then, but it’d seem too impulsive at the time. Now, I was certain of what I wanted.

  I gasped into his ear, “I want to feel you in me, Romeo.”

  His fingers reached down between my legs. He ran them along my wetness then said, “I’ll ride you first, then you’ll ride me later.”

  I moaned at the thought of him riding me. He was so hot, and I hadn’t been this eager for a man in years. Luis rose up slightly to pull on a condom; his hot breath hitting my cheek. I moaned loudly as he lined the tip up to my slit and pushed into me. He slid right in. I savored his fullness as I opened up for him. I thought I saw stars when I closed my eyes.

  Luis panted. “Bonita, you’re so tight.”

  I was tight. I hadn’t had sex in a year, maybe two, and before that… well, I’d rather not think about it. My crazy ex was even jealous of my vibrator, so I hardly used it.

  Luis’s first hard thrust made my back arch and I groaned as he went deeper.

  I opened my eyes and watched in a daze of pleasure as that gorgeous man satisfied my most urgent need. I felt wanted again. Luis closed his eyes as he pushed all the way in and pressed his lips to mine. It was unexpected but I craved it. To have someone show me the affection I had been missing during a bitter marriage. I’d forgotten how it felt to be attracted to a man again. Luis had reminded me.

  His lips pressed against mine as his tongue stroked against the part in my mouth. I sighed and his tongue intertwined with mine. He lifted his hips and started to drive in a steady rhythm. He kept his control except when he grunted against my ear.

  My skin was sweaty underneath him and I rubbed my tight nipples against his strong chest. My folds got wetter as his thick inches spread me apart. I gasped as Luis grabbed my cheeks and pushed my hips hard into his groin. He started pounding deep into me and I rubbed my clit against his hard body.

  “You like it, baby?” he panted. “You like feeling a man?”

  I was so horny I shouted. Luis kept urging me on to express myself. He pounded me faster and harder each time I did. I wanted to cum and I could feel my orgasm rising as his fingers dug into my round ass. I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me raw. I knew he could do it. I was quickly learning why women called him Romeo.

  “You wanna cum?” His voice was thick, and I was amazed he could speak in sentences. “You wanna cum?” he asked again.

  I couldn’t answer. But he wanted me to. He leaned over my chest and squeezed my nipple with his teeth. I screamed.

  “What’s my name, chica?”

  “Luis. Luis. Luis.” I shouted his name like a mad woman as my body shook and bucked in his firm hold. My nails went into his back, prompting him to thrust faster. Our bodies were shaking the bed as we both grunted and groaned.

  “I’m cumming,” I shouted.

  His finger pressed against me in a spot I’d never been touched during sex. I almost lost consciousness as my body felt like it was floating away on a wild wave. Moaning, my eyes opened as his eyes squeezed shut. Luis grunted a few hard grunts. His cock expanded deep inside me as he came. He thrust a few more times before collapsing next to me.

  His labored breathing was about the only thing I could hear above my own pounding heartbeat. I was still floating. I held his sweaty body against mine while my senses centered in my drained body. Panting, we lay still for a minute, catching our breaths. We’d overheated the now stuff room, and I doubted the house had central air. Luis got up, slipped off the used condom, and opened a window. He stood in front of the window airing the sweat off his body. Obviously, he didn’t care if the neighbors saw his naked body.

  Admiring his tight, muscular ass, I sighed again as my hand fingered my sore and drenched pussy. I was happily satiated, but hoping for that promised second round before I left.

  “That was damn good sex, cowboy,” I purred.

  He turned away from the open window and walked back to bed with his sexy swagger. Luis lay down next to me, and I wasn’t sure if I should touch him. I wanted to, but cuddling meant ‘attached.’ And after all, I was the one who had told him I wasn’t looking for an attachment.

  I rolled onto my side to check my phone. He rolled toward me and pulled my body into his, spooning me. It felt so comforting and I wiggle
d closer toward him. It wasn’t just sex I’d craved but the closeness of being with someone intimately. The hugging, the kissing, the cuddling - I missed it. Touching Luis made me feel loved again even if it was only a temporary fix. But maybe, it would get me through another year.

  I lifted my head up and he stretched out his arm. I used it as a pillow. Cuddling closer to him, he placed his hand on my waist and gently stroked it absentmindedly. His breath warmed my hair. And I knew then that touching me was giving him comfort also. My phone still wasn’t fully charged, so I placed it back on the bedside table. I had missed a call from Felicity, but I wasn’t ready to call her back yet.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “Not really. Are you?”