Her Secret Pleasure (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 4)

by Ella Goode

  He runs his big hand across my jaw and then cups my face. “I’ve got plenty of staying power, both in bed and out of it.”

  There’s a sting in my eyes and I start blinking to ease the sharpness. “Chuck’s a motorcycle guy through and through. He lives and breathes on his bike—literally. He can’t stand to be in a house and not on the road for more than a couple of days at a time. I have no idea what he does on the road. I assume it involves sleeping with women not my mother but I’ve never confirmed that with either of them. All I know is that these clubs took the place of his real family. He spent more time visiting them than he ever did us.”

  “Chuck’s a nomad, baby.” He draws my body into the haven of his arms. “I’m third generation Death Lords. I grew up here and I’m going to die here. My bike takes me away but I always come home. Problem is I haven’t had anything worth coming home for in a long time.”

  I hardly have time to process those words before he sweeps down and claims my mouth. Judge is a mistake but it seems I can’t stop making them. I wind my arms around his leather-covered back and hang on.

  Chapter Three

  Judge

  Pippa’s hands move purposefully over my shoulders as I kiss her. She’s testing me, making sure I’m strong enough for her. Bending down without breaking contact, I cup her ass and lift her so that the vulnerable spot between her legs meets my pulsing erection. Her skirt is tight and constricting and neither of us is getting the friction we desperately need.

  Tearing my mouth away, I tell her we need to move. “We have to take this inside or we’ll be putting on a show for anyone who drives by. Your choice.”

  “Inside,” she answers. Over my shoulder she orders the dog, “Friend, Morgen.”

  The dog did an approximation of a smile full of wicked sharp teeth and a long slobbery tongue.

  Swinging her up in my arms, I walk over to the wooden porch in front of the trailer. Pippa fishes her key out of her purse and hands it to me.

  “Which way?” I ask when we get inside. Morgen has followed us inside but moves to the front of the trailer into the living room, steps into a comfortable bed and folds his long legs under his body after a circle or two.

  I turn the other way and march down the narrow hall. At the end, is a good-sized room with a closet and a skinny bed—the type of bed my boy slept in when he was a preteen.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks when I don’t immediately step inside.

  “You really have been a lonely girl.” I nod toward the bed.

  “My mom turned my bedroom into a scrapbooking slash office. It’s my childhood bed.”

  In my arms she looks like a girl, a sugary treat made up of red hair, pink silky fabric and a sweet-tasting pussy. I’m desperate for her in a way I haven’t been for a woman in a long time. It’s not her striking looks, although she is a fucking beautiful woman with her red hair a striking contrast next to her pale skin, the dots of freckles over her cheeks and nose and her curvy form she tricks out in tight skirts and figure hugging shirts. It’s the mix of confidence and vulnerability. She knows what she wants but she’s a little gun-shy about reaching for it. Good thing I have zero inhibitions and a strong need to order people around. I can tell from our earlier encounter that being told what to do is a real pleasure for her.

  I gently lower her to the floor and pat her ass. “This bed’ll do fine for now but I’ll be getting the boys to bring out a bigger one tomorrow.”

  “You’re so confident I’m going to want to have you back?”

  I give her a smile that has no cockiness, only knowing. “You won’t want me to leave.”

  I sit on the edge of the bed and toe off my boots. “Time for me to undress you, baby. Come stand in between my legs.” I pat my legs and widen my thighs to make space for her. She steps forward and with a wicked glint in her eyes sticks her index finger between her lips and sucks.

  My heart stops for about five seconds.

  “You interested in playing a little game?” I finally ask.

  “We haven’t even had vanilla sex yet and you’re already bored?” Her eyebrow quirks up but she settles onto my leg.

  I throw back my head and laugh. “You know that sex happens mostly up here.” I tap her temple. “Not down here.” I pat her lap. “Games are an easy way to get you in the right headspace.”

  She nods. “Yeah, I know that but it’s rare when a penis owner knows it.”

  “I’m forty-two. I’ve learned a few things and one of those is that pleasure feeds off pleasure. If I make you feel good, I’m going to feel good. Do you trust me?” I scoop her red hair to the side and drape it over one shoulder.

  “You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” she says softly.

  “I’m trusting you too. What we do together is our business.”

  “I agree.” She rests her palms lightly against my chest and waits.

  Ahh, yes. This is going to be sweet tonight.

  “Have you played before?”

  She shakes her head and casts her gaze downward. “Just…read a few things that made me think I might like it.”

  At her admission, my hands tighten around her waist and she gasps. I’m feeling like a randy teenager with my first girl. I need under her clothes before I explode. A little exploration reveals the zipper on the side. I pull it down and with one hand raise her ass up so I can dispose of her skirt. She’s wearing panty hose and my first instinct is to tear them off. But there’s also something erotic about how it binds and holds her.

  When I place my palm on her upper thigh, I can feel the heat of her desire. “If I spread your legs would that crotch of yours be wet with your juice?”

  She shrugs and gives me an insolent look. “Don’t know. It’s been a busy day so I haven’t really been paying attention.”

  “Did your books tell you what happens if you’re a brat?” I smooth a hand over the nylon-covered ass that rests on my leg.

  Her silent reply can only be read as sullen.

  Christ, this woman is going to break me.

  “Little girls who don’t answer get punished. That’s what happens.”

  Her legs squeeze together, trapping my fingers between her fleshy thighs. Sure enough, the cloth is damp which means her panties are wet which means her cunt is soaking.

  “You going to spank me?”

  My nostrils flare. She knows how to crank my engine and if I don’t take control now we’ll both be disappointed. “No. I think you’d like that too much. First you’re going to stand up, take off your clothes and then you’re going to watch me jack off. If you’re good, I’ll let you help me. If not, you don’t get to lay a finger on me.”

  “I could suck you,” she offers.

  “No.”

  The furrows in her brow affirm that this is the right tactic with her. She’s smart and she knows how to maneuver things to what she thinks is to her benefit.

  I push her to her feet and set her a few feet from the bed. It takes all of two seconds to pull out my engorged cock. Spreading my legs wide, I fist myself in one hand and gesture for her to get started with the other.

  With a huff, she starts pulling on the bow tie. “I’ve never heard of a guy turning down a blow job.”

  “I can see why you’ve been drifting, baby, you keep topping from the bottom and aren’t finding any real satisfaction. Did you think a uniform meant that he’d be able to meet those special needs of yours?”

  Her flush is all the answer I need.

  “Oh, baby, not to worry. I’m going to take good care of you.”

  “By jacking off?” she retorts. “I’m aching here.”

  “Not only will your cunt be aching but your ass will be red if you don’t start doing as you’re told.”

  With a mutinous glare she strips off her blouse, revealing gorgeous pale tits encased in a peach-colored bra. There are a riotous amount of freckles covering the tops. Underneath, where she gets little sun, the milky skin is largely unmarked. My cock is ready to explode at the
idea of plunging in between that lush valley of flesh.

  “You’ve got a pair of beautiful tits. If you take off the rest of your clothes like a good girl, I’ll suck those fat nipples.”

  She releases a shaky sigh and allows the blouse to fall off her shoulders. As she reaches around to unhook her bra, the action pushes her breasts upward. She bends over and the bra falls unheeded to the ground. The panty hose are peeled down and for a long breathless heartbeat, I am struck dumb at the sight of her closely trimmed curls wet with her arousal.

  I almost forget that her punishment is to go untouched until after I come. I start roughly stroking myself. “This is a punishment for me too, baby. I want to be inside you more than I want the sun to come up tomorrow. My cock is currently hating me for not allowing him to pound that sweet pussy.” Her hand drops to her mound. “No, no, you don’t,” I tell her. “That cunt is mine. Say it.”

  The fingers tremble over her curls. “This is yours.” The words have almost no sound. They are barely a whisper.

  “What’s mine?” I’m pulling on my dick, harder and faster. The orgasm that had been building since I stepped into her car is ready to explode.

  “My cunt. My pussy. It’s yours. Yours to eat. Yours to touch. Yours to fuck.”

  I shudder at the claiming because with those words, she has made me her slave. “Come over here,” I say roughly. She hurries over and falls between my spread legs. “Give me your hand.” She places her palm in mine and I close it around my cock. “This is yours. It exists to pleasure you and no one else.”

  Her eyes shine like beacons. Together we twist and pull until I jet a stream of come onto my stomach that barely misses my cut. “Fuck,” I hiss.

  Wordlessly she reaches down and hands me her skirt which I use to wipe my hands and hers. Her thighs shift against each other but she doesn’t voice a peep about her own needs. I plunge my hands into her hair and lay my mouth against hers.

  Inside the warm recesses of her mouth, I taste her need and want. She’s hungry and she shows me with the press of her lips against mine, the way she sucks on my tongue, and the dig of her fingers into the leather of my cut.

  I break away to trail my lips along her jawline and to her ear. “You’re going to lie down like a good girl while I suck your pussy dry.”

  •••

  One bout of energetic sex later, I leave Pippa slumbering on her bed. As much as I’d like to lie down with her, there’s no room on the bed for my six-foot-three frame. Her dog, Morgen, lifts his head when I walk out of the bedroom. I zip my jeans halfway up and drop my shirt in the sink. It’s going to need a good wash before I can put it back on. Splashing some dish soap and water into the sink, I leave the shirt to soak.

  The kitchen of the trailer is small but efficient. There’s a small electric range, a stove with a microwave over the top. To the right is a refrigerator which contains a lot of fruit and vegetables and several cans of dog food. She spoils her dog. I kind of like that about her.

  Under one of the cabinets I find an electric can opener but I don’t want to wake Pippa up. She’s going to need her energy.

  In one of the drawers there’s a manual opener and I use that to open the food. The dog is sitting up. The sound of the crank steel cutting into the metal can might not be familiar without the buzz of the electric opener, but the smell is. He trots over and sits down in front of a silver bowl clean enough for me to eat off. Pippa’s done a good job with him, though, because he doesn’t move even after I’m done pouring the food into the bowl.

  I guess and say, “Eat.”

  It’s the right command and he falls into the food. The sight of him eating reminds me that Pippa and I haven’t had dinner yet. Now that one appetite is sated, temporarily, my stomach needs tending to. My phone vibrates in my pocket.

  Pulling it out I see it’s my enforcer, Easy. “We have a problem?”

  “Nah, calling to give you a heads up that Schmidthead is moving your way. ETA is about ten minutes since the asshole gets to speed without worrying about a ticket.”

  “Got it.” I’m about to hang up when my stomach reminds me that me and my girl need food. “Send a prospect over with some dinner from Rowdy’s. Two burgers. Fries. A six-pack of beer and a salad.”

  “Salad?”

  “Roughage is good for everyone, dipshit,” I answer cheerfully and then hang up. I give the dog a rough pat on the head and move to the bedroom. It’s time to wake sleeping beauty up.

  In the darkened bedroom, there’s still enough light to make out her sexy-as-hell form. Nothing could disguise the ripe rise of her tits covered in only a pink and yellow striped sheet. Beneath the denim, my cock raises its head in interest.

  A lot can get done in ten minutes.

  Tugging down my zipper the rest of the way, I take my cock out and pull the sheet down slow. She’s on her back but her legs are folded to one side. Perfect. I push her thigh up slightly to expose her cunt and then lean down to press my mouth between her legs.

  Closing my eyes, I lose myself in the sensory smorgasbord between her legs. The soft, bare skin and the tang of her sex fills me up, temporarily shutting down the craving for anything else.

  “I don’t know if I should wake up or pretend I’m still sleeping,” she murmurs sleepily. Her words are sleep roughened and sexy, kind of how I imagine she’ll sound after she’s had my cock tickling her vocal cords. We’ll do that soon. I have a need to claim every inch of her perfect body, from the mouth to the cunt to the ass.

  “You’re going to want to be awake for this next part,” I say, unrolling a rubber down my cock.

  She glances over her shoulder with a look of pure mischief. With a slight ass wiggle, she replies, “Is that an order?”

  “Sure is.” I slap the round cheek closest to me and enjoy the jiggle of the flesh. My list of to-dos is growing longer by the second. I lift her leg and slide inside, enjoying the clutch of her wet heat. “You on the pill?” I ask. I want to be bare inside her. She nods, her head sliding against the back of her hands which are pressed together prayerlike under her cheek. She looks vulnerable and innocent. After I’m done with her, she’s going to look well fucked. “You trust me?”

  She nods again. I rip off the offending rubber and throw it aside. Grabbing a lank of her hair, I pull her head around so that I can devour her mouth at the same time I’m stroking her pussy. With tongue and cock, I possess her.

  She allows me to ravage her. I hold her head still in one hand and use my other to circle her clit until she’s bucking against me. Every thrust of my hips has my balls slapping against the back of her thighs. The sounds in the room are of our messy, loud fucking. The juicy wet suction of her cunt and the smack of flesh against flesh colors the air.

  She moans my name and orders me to fuck her deeper, harder.

  I brace my feet on the floor and piston into her with more power than a jackhammer works concrete. It turns her on as much as it does me because soon she’s shaking and shuddering all over my cock and under my hand. I pull out and grab my engorged cock. Still kissing her, I stroke myself roughly. My balls draw up tight and the tingle at the base of my spine starts spreading like cracks in a windshield. I’m fissuring, splintering into nothing but nerves and come. It spurts out of me spraying over her ass and back.

  “Fuck, baby girl, that was so good,” I hiss out. The milky white substance is an obscene decoration on her creamy skin. Remembering why I came in here, I reach out and start rubbing it in. Her eyes meet mine with a look of disbelief. “I’m marking you so you and everyone around you knows you’re mine. You’re going to be so full of my come, every time you walk, you’ll feel a little bit of me between your legs, down your thighs.”

  “You’ve a filthy mouth, Judge,” she says, finally rolling over onto her back.

  “That’s not a complaint I hear.” I slip my hand between her legs to remind her of her recent intense orgasm.

  “No, a mere observation.” Her feline stretch is cut short by
a knock on the door followed by a bark and then a growl from Morgen. That dog knows what’s what.

  Pippa throws me a confused look.

  Over at the closet, I thumb through her wardrobe and find what looks like a loose-fitting jumpsuit. I toss it to her. “Put this on.”

  “You can’t tell me what to wear,” she protests, clutching the fabric to her chest.

  “Wear your robe then but I figured you would want to be dressed for your guest.” I peek out the vinyl blinds. Schmidthead’s Jeep Cherokee is out front.

  She joins me at the window and we both watch Schmidthead run a hand lightly over the top of his close-cropped hair and then straighten the front of his uniform shirt. He really loves his uniform. I wonder if he fucks in it.

  “Did you know he was coming?” Pippa straightens and stomps over to her dresser. She pulls out a couple of pieces of lace and satin. I sit on her bed and enjoy the show. The jumpsuit is discarded for a pair of sweatpants and a loose-fitting T-shirt over her unbound tits. That’s not going to work for me. Bending over I pick up her bra I’d taken off earlier.

  “You forgot something, unless you want Schmidthead to ogle your tits.”

  With a huff she snatches the bra out of my hand and does this weird girl-only thing where she puts the bra on underneath her shirt. “Where’s your shirt?” she asks.

  “In the sink.”

  Standing, I stroll into the kitchen, wash my hands and then rinse out my shirt.

  She fists her hands through her hair when another knock hits the door. “This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen.”

  “Schmidthead isn’t going to say a word. It’s too humiliating for him.”

  “You’re wrong. He’ll start talking about how I’m a bad influence on kids and how I’m a whore for dating him and then sleeping with you immediately after. When you’re done with me, I’ll look like a pathetic discard. Shit.”