“Mason!” she complained.
“Not here, no one apart from me in this clubhouse will hear you come.” She nodded frantically as she unhooked her feet and let her legs drop down to the floor. I grabbed her hand and we practically ran to our room. Once we were inside the door, she grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it straight over her head showing me that she wasn’t wearing a bra and underwear that wasn’t really covering a lot. I slipped off my leather cut placing it onto the small sofa, not taking my eyes off my beautiful woman. I reached behind me and dragged my t-shirt off over my head. Her eyes sparkled with lust, twinkling with desire. I was really going to enjoy this. I stalked towards her and wound one hand around the back of her neck keeping her close to me and the other on her lower back, her skin was soft and warm and I wanted to feel other places.
I started walking forwards, causing her to walk back and as soon as her legs hit the bed we were falling and I was completely on top of her, I was slightly worried she was going to freak out but she just pulled me closer.
“I love feeling you on top of me, caging me in. Making me yours.” She spread her legs causing me to fall against her wet spot, even through my jeans I could feel the heat radiating off of her. It would be difficult not to just spread her legs and plough into her like I so desperately wanted to do.
“Mason, please,” she begged, running her nails up and down my bare back. I was lavishing her in kisses, I wanted to taste every part of her. I worked my way down her body, stopping when I reached her panties. I looked up to her and she rose her hips off the bed in invitation. I ripped them off her body and spread her legs wide, using my hands to hold her open to me. I lowered my head until I knew she could feel my breath over her pussy.
“Is this what you want?” I asked.
“Yes, please, Mason. Yes!” She squirmed on the bed and I pinned her legs still as I dragged my tongue through her folds, she let out a long relieved sigh, her eyes fluttering closed.
I licked, nipped and rubbed her, bringing her close to orgasm, several times she had tried to move her legs to wrap them around my head. I knew this was the best way for her to come but I kept her legs pinned to the bed, she wouldn’t be coming that easy.
“Mason, I need…” she panted.
“What do you need, baby?”
“I need you to either fuck me with your cock or let me wrap my legs around your head.”
I didn’t do either, I just kept torturing her that little bit more. Loving the way her pussy got wetter and wetter for me. Seeing her opened up for me took every ounce of willpower I had not to slam into her. The first time she came around me, milking me, strangling the head of my cock, she would indeed be my Old Lady.
“Babe, please,” she begged. I stopped and looked up at her. Her face was red, she had a glistening sheen of sweat on her chest and her hands were fisted into the sheets by the side of her.
I glided my tongue once more through her folds and once I landed on her clit, I released the hold I had of her and she immediately wrapped her legs around my head and began thrusting her hips up. My tongue was on her clit and she used my chin to grind against, it was so hot and I was painfully hard. I loosened my jeans as she lost herself trying to find her release. Just seeing the look on her face would have me coming in my jeans. I squeezed myself and when I could feel her about to come I began to furiously pump my cock in my hand. Within seconds, she screamed out in pleasure and her legs instantly loosened. I jumped to my feet and her head rose off the bed, watching what I was doing. My hand moved faster and faster as hot jets started shooting out of my cock, all over her tummy and pussy. Now she was truly claimed by me.
“You made a mess.” She laughed.
“Better here, than in my jeans.” I smiled. I rubbed my release over her pussy and she gasped in surprise.
“Now you can’t fuck me.” She sulked. I looked at my cock and he was already stirring to life, she followed my line of vision. “Oh, maybe you can.” She smiled.
“Wasn’t going to anyway, sweetheart.” Her face dropped and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned off.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet and we ran for the bathroom before we made any more mess.
Mason
“What the fuck is going on?” I heard the Prez shout as I got closer to the bar area. When I rounded the corner, I saw about fifteen women lined up against the bar. I stopped by Prez’s side, waiting to hear what was happening.
“We’re interviewing,” Toes said grinning.
“What the hell for?”
“Club bunnies.” Toes said it like that was a silly question.
“We don’t need no more girls around here, creating trouble,” he fumed.
“There isn’t enough pussy to go around here anymore,” Tat piped in.
“Why don’t you put in the fucking effort and go out and find your own pussy,” he yelled.
“Mike?” Carla said worriedly from behind him. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Cammie was standing beside her looking at all the women that were in the room.
“It’s ok, babe,” he said to her. “Just these guys being total dicks.” He turned back to Toes. “Get them out of here, I don’t want to see this again.”
Toes nodded. “Some of them had such sexy feet too,” he grumbled whilst walking over to the women. Toes got his name as he loved to suck on his conquests toes as he fucked them, disgusting if you ask me, but whatever floats his boat.
After all the women were escorted out, some of them complaining and pouting about it, Toes and Tat joined me, Cammie, Drake, Solar and Titch at a table while Missy got us some coffee.
“I think a trip to club orange is called for,” Tat announced.
“Oooo, clubbing? I want to come,” Cammie squealed excitedly. The guys laughed and she looked at them confused.
“We’re on a pussy finding mission,” Solar told her.
“When are you not? I wanna dance with my sexy man.” She smiled up to me, kissing me briefly on the lips.
“If my woman wants to go, then we’re going too.” The guys groaned.
“Hey, I can help,” she complained, slapping Solar on the arm.
“Oh yeah and how are you going to do that?” Toes asked.
“By showing everyone there that the most gorgeous biker is taken.” She beamed and snuggled in to me.
“No way is he the gorgeous one, have you seen all these tats?” Tat asked, showing off his arms.
“And look at this strong jaw line, and perfectly trimmed beard?” Solar said stroking his hand across his jaw.
“And this.” Toes stood up and grabbed his jean covered dick in his hand. “Makes me the most gorgeous of all,” Toes bragged.
“Is it pierced?” Cammie asked. Toes’ faced paled.
“Um…” He looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders. “No.”
“Then it’s not the most gorgeous one at this table.” She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hold in her laughter.
“Is that what women like these days? Pierced junk?” Solar asked, resting his elbow on the table.
“Oh the pleasure.” She smiled, winking at them.
“Fuck me. Holes can you pierce me?” Toes asked.
“Are you serious? She tells you that one thing and you want it pierced? What about healing time, man,” Tat said.
“Oh yeah, can I not fuck after having it done?” Toes looks at me.
“Sex is normally fine after about two to three weeks, but you have to be gentle and wear a condom. Normal healing time is four to six weeks,” I informed him.
“Fuck it, let’s do it,” Toes announced, standing up.
“Maybe you should get a pussy fix first, what if it takes six weeks to heal, man?” Titch added.
“Yeah, good plan. Club Orange? Up for it? Tonight?” Toes asked, looking around at us all.
“Yes!” Cammie called out. “I’m going to tell Ashlyn.” She stood up from the table. “Is it local?”
“Kind
of, it’s in Devon. Fresh pussy!” Toes called out, high fiving everyone except me.
“Ok, cool.” She kissed me on the lips quickly before hurrying away.
“You’ve got one cool woman there, dude,” Tat said, slapping me on the back.
“And she’s smokin too,” Titch added looking in the direction she went. My hands were clenched into fists and I was breathing deeply trying to control myself to not knock the fucker off his feet.
“Uh, Holes? How about you go and tell the girls we’ll be leaving in a couple hours?” Solar said, nudging me off my seat. I looked at him and nodded. I turned around to walk away and I saw Drake pulling Titch out of the clubhouse. I’m hoping it was to give him a talking to. Most guys would love the fact that other men lust after their women, but not me. They need to keep their eyes, hands and thoughts to themselves.
Cammie
We were headed for club orange in Devon. The name sounded familiar but I couldn’t remember if it was somewhere that I had been before. I called Heather to see if her and Blade could meet us but she said as it was so short notice that they didn’t have time to get a babysitter and that she would come and see us very soon. I hoped she would as I missed her.
We stepped off the rented bus that Titch had been nominated to drive and headed inside the club. It was big and bright, all the furniture was in orange, I guess that’s where the name came from and there was something familiar about the place. Mason held onto my hand as we walked up to the bar, he was looking hot in his dark denim jeans, biker boots, black shirt and his leather jacket. Did he always go everywhere wearing that thing?
“What do you want, baby?” he shouted over to me.
“Vodka and orange please.” I smiled. His eyebrows rose in question. “Well, we are at club orange.” I laughed.
He leant over the bar shouting our drink order to the bar maid. When he got close to her ear, she smiled and bit her bottom lip, I bet I knew exactly how she was feeling, hot, wet and thinking she would be getting lucky with him. When she turned away to make our drinks, I pushed myself in between him and the bar, using the small step to stand on to make myself taller.
“Hey, sexy lady.” He smiled.
“Hi, hot stuff. Can I get your phone number?” I joked.
“You can have anything you want.” He placed his hands on my hips, took a step back and his gaze swept my body. He had done this several times tonight. “You’re looking so sexy, I don’t know how I’ll be able to control myself.” I was wearing a short black skater dress with a low rounded neck line and I had on my heeled biker boots and my usual bright red lips.
“I don’t want you to control yourself.” I winked at him before I grabbed his leather jacket in both hands and pulled him close so I could plant my lips onto his.
“Oh, um… Here are your drinks.” The bar maid said, causing us to break apart. Mason handed her some money and told her to keep the change. She beamed at him, her eyes full of desire and his eyes never left mine. She clearly thought she was in with a chance even though moments before she interrupted us his tongue was down my throat. I was never one to get jealous, not since being a sweet bun at the Devon Destroyers MC. They rescued me when I needed it the most, when I was broken and lost. I was at the point in my life when I didn’t care, I didn’t care what happened to me, I let them all use my body, it was the only way I could get myself to feel. I was numb to everything else. I didn’t have any friends, no one I cared about and no one cared about me. Not until Heather had joined us, she was like a big sister to me with the seven year age gap. She cared for me and in return I tried to help her in any way that I could.
“Have you been here before?” Ashlyn asked me, standing next to me at the bar. Drake followed her and I remember Mason saying that the Prez said Drake had to look after her tonight, with the way he was looking at her I didn’t think he would think it was a hardship. He looked like he was enjoying himself.
“I don’t know, something seems familiar about this place.”
“It used to be called club zero about a year ago.”
That was it, I knew I had been here before. How could I have forgotten this place?
“Hey, sexy, you wanna dance?” I had just turned eighteen and I was fed up of my life, I was falling into a pit of despair after going through a year of hell. I needed to feel something, anything, that’s why I came out tonight on my own in an extremely short dress and a face full of make-up. I wanted to have fun, I would never fall in love again and I would never put myself through the pain of losing another child.
“Sure,” I answered, downing the last drop of my vodka and coke and shooting back the tequila slammer someone had brought me.
He held my hand and led me into the middle of the dance floor and pulled me in close to him. He was handsome, with short blond hair, fitted jeans and a striped shirt. He had some tattoos on his forearms and I could see one peeking out the top of his shirt.
“How old are you?” he whispered closely to my ear, pulling me in so we were now chest to chest.
“Twenty. It’s my birthday,” I lied.
“Oh really?” He smirked. “And what does a pretty thing like you want for her birthday?”
“To feel,” I mumbled to myself.
“What was that?”
“Um, whatever you want to give to me.” I smiled sassily at him. I realised I sounded like a complete whore but at this point in my life, I just didn’t care. I wouldn’t have cared if I got hit by a bus tomorrow, at least I would have been with Noah again. My chest constricted and I felt a panic attack coming on. I needed a distraction. I grabbed the back of, whatever he was called, head and pressed my lips to his. He quickly invaded my mouth with his tongue and I felt disappointed that I didn’t feel anything. I was just going through the motions. After a couple of minutes, we broke apart and he placed his forehead against mine.
“Fuck, babe. You’ve made me hard.”
Could I go through with sleeping with him even though I didn’t feel anything?
“I need a drink.” He nodded, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bar. As we were waiting to be served, I noticed a group of guys walking in the door, they were all in leather jackets and they had a look about them, a not to be messed with look. That was a complete turn on and I couldn’t stop staring at them. One of them caught my eye, he was tall, dark haired and led the group of guys to the bar. Once they turned around to order drinks, I saw that on the back of their leather jackets there was a symbol and the writing said ‘Devon Destroyers MC’.
“Here you go, babe.”
“July, my name is July.”
“Jay, that’s the name you’ll be screaming later.” He chuckled and I looked down to see that he had passed me a bottle of some blue coloured shit.
“What’s this?”
“Alcohol.” He laughed. “Drink up.”
I placed the bottle back onto the bar. “I don’t think so.” I waved to the bar man and asked for a vodka and coke and a shot of anything.
“It’s not nice to refuse my drink,” Jay growled into my ear and for the first time tonight, I felt something, I felt fear.
“I can’t mix my drinks. I’ll be sick later if I do,” I explained, looking at him and hoping that I wasn’t making him angry. Over his shoulder, I saw the guy from earlier. He was leaning against the bar, one foot crossed in front of the other and he was watching me, watching us. He held a bottle in his hand and he looked hot. I wanted to dump this guy and go introduce myself, there was something about him that called out to me.
“Let’s dance,” he said grabbing hold of my elbow.
“I’m getting tired, I may head home in a minute.”
“You’re going to dance with me, you aren’t getting away that easily after teasing me with this body of yours.” He ran his hand down my back until it landed on my bum. What had I gotten myself into? He dragged me onto the dance floor, placed my back to his front and started dancing, he wound his arm around my stomach holding me close to him.
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nbsp; “Move those hips of yours, July,” he growled into my ear and I obeyed him. We were still facing the bar and that guy’s gaze still hadn’t left mine. Would I be able to mouth that I needed help? Would he help me?
After a few more songs, my feet were killing me, I needed to sit down so I made up the excuse that I needed the toilet. Maybe there would be a window I could escape through. No such luck, there was only one window and I would be lucky if I could get my arm through it, let alone anything else. I had been away from him for ten minutes, I knew I needed to go back. If he was distracted, I’d try and sneak away from him. When I rounded the corner that led back to the bar, I saw the biker guy standing in front of Jay, was this my chance to escape? Before I could think anymore, the biker guy’s eyes were on me and he nodded me to come closer. My feet were moving on their own accord and before I knew it, I was standing in front of him.
“Sweetheart, is this your boyfriend?” he asked. I shook my head. “You going home with him tonight?” I shook my head again. “Good.” He pulled his arm back and punched Jay straight in the face. I squealed and took a step back, my head spun around when I felt a pair of hands on my hips. This guy was tall and skinny and wearing the same leather jacket as the other guy. What was going on?
“Let this be a lesson to you!” the guy shouted at Jay as he took a step back.
“Ripped!” the guy behind me called out as his hold on me loosened. Ripped took a step closer to me.
“He put a date rape drug in your drink.” I think he saw the look in my eye. “In the bottle you didn’t touch.” Relief flooded me.
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