Heavy Hogs MC

by Elias Taylor

  “Lemme just grab—” Natalie paused, leaning against the door of her room with overexaggerated thoughtfulness. “Clothes! Clothes,” she repeated.

  “Dry clothes,” Brent added in a duh voice, hiding that he had completely forgotten why they came back here in the first place.

  “Got them!” she announced after a moment of hunting through a bag, holding them high like trophies. “Let’s get yours.”

  They went back into the hall and Brent spent a moment trying to get his keycard to work before turning around slowly, a smile spreading across his face. “Uh... wrong room.”

  They giggled hysterically and tripped over each other to the right room. Then it occurred to them that Natalie could have just changed in her room and that she had been carrying her clothes around this whole time and they laughed harder.

  “What do you want?” Brent asked suddenly and with no context when she came out of the bathroom. He was lying on his stomach on the bed and scrolling through nearby restaurants.

  “Something crunchy.” She flopped onto the bed beside him and took over scrolling.

  “Tacos?” He pointed at the phone.

  “Ooh, cheesecake!”

  “The hotel has champagne.”

  “Wings, oh my God, yes.”

  “Twenty-four-hour breakfast!”

  Brent and Natalie looked at each other, mischief sparkling in their eyes. “Everything,” they said together before hitting the first order button.

  Chapter Five: Natalie

  Natalie might have been tripping over shoes, stumbling into walls and laughing at every single thing Brent said, but she wasn’t that drunk—so drunk that she couldn’t think to suggest that she and Brent move their dinner party to her room instead of Brent’s room, just in case Gideon came knocking.

  She and her brother had a system. If one of them knocked and the other didn’t answer, they were either gone, asleep or having sex.

  Moving into her room was already paying off as a good decision. Shortly after food began arriving, Brent had asked, “What did we order?”

  As food continued to arrive, the question quickly became ‘What did we NOT order?’ Natalie remembered seeing a picture of cheesecake and getting really excited about it. That cheesecake was definitely here, and so were four or five other desserts, a few entrees, some appetizers and way too much sauce for everything. Natalie hadn’t been able to stop giggling as Brent threatened the poor employees who answered restaurant phones with a call to their managers if they didn’t give him tons of sauce.

  None of the tables in this room had been brought in with this much food in mind, so Natalie and Brent pushed the bed out of the way and spread the food out on the floor.

  “A feast fit for a king,” Natalie proclaimed through a mouthful of cheesecake. She washed it down with a mouthful of champagne from a glass that Brent handed to her with an elegant bow.

  “A king and his... maidservant? Lady-in-waiting?”

  Natalie flicked a bit of cheesecake at him with her plastic fork. “You’d be like a... manservant. Or one of those people who takes care of the horses.” With all this food around her and alcohol tingling her tongue and senses, she felt like a queen.

  Brent shot a look at the TV as a laugh track played behind the characters’ comedic actions. He grabbed a chopstick and hunched over like the old man with his cane on the TV—except with a full glass of champagne in his hand. “Young whippersnapper!” His voice feeble and gravelly, he pointed the chopstick at Natalie. “You dare call me... one of those people who takes care of the horses?”

  Cheesecake shot down the wrong pipe and Natalie spluttered in a fit of choking and laughing.

  Unrelenting, Brent stroked an imaginary beard and shook his head, ignoring the drops of champagne splashing to the floor. “Absolutely insufferable!” He echoed a character on-screen, even affecting a terrible British accent. “You must fight for your honor! Choose your weapon!” Brent pointed his chopstick grandly at the array of plastic knives, forks and spoons.

  Tears streamed down Natalie’s face and her breath came in great heaves interspersed with helpless laughter.

  “You would mock me with laughter? Now I shall allow thee no weapon!” Brent wasn’t even emulating the British rom-com character anymore, but Natalie had completely lost all self-control and just curled up on the floor, holding her sore sides and waiting for the barrage of hilarity to cease.

  Brent gave up and collapsed next to her, laughing just as hard.

  “You spilled the champagne,” Natalie pointed out when she had her breath back.

  “Whoops.” Brent tossed the shirt he had changed out of earlier onto the puddle.

  “Why is that even in my room?”

  “I brought it here.”

  “Why?”

  “In case I’d need it.”

  “A wet shirt?”

  “Yes! Look, I needed it.” Brent pointed at the sopping mess on the floor. The entire room smelled like champagne.

  “You squished my cheesecake,” Natalie frowned.

  Brent looked down at the red-and-white smear on his T-shirt. “I’m more worried about my shirt. I’m sure the cake tastes fine.”

  “I don’t know, you tell me.” Natalie grabbed a fork and scooped up a bite, holding it out to Brent.

  He didn’t reach out to take it. Instead he leaned forward, slowly closing his lips over the creamy, strawberry-covered dessert. “Mm... still good.”

  That sound Brent made was more intoxicating than the alcohol, but somehow, he was the only thing in this hotel room that wasn’t spinning right now, and he was so close—so close that Natalie could make out each individual eyelash, the beginnings of stubble after a close shave and the different tones of blue in his eyes. The only time they had been closer than this was when—

  Natalie and Brent had taken turns starting the shenanigans that went on between them over the years, but she had no idea who started this kiss. All she knew was that her lips were suddenly locked against Brent’s.

  Brent filled her vision until her eyelids dove shut to let her revel in the kiss. Thoughts of Brent she had never in a million years dreamed she would have flooded her mind—naughty thoughts. Very naughty thoughts, spurred by those times she had seen him shirtless at the beach or working out with Gideon.

  Kissing Brent wasn’t a thought she had before, but here she was, doing it for the second time today.

  The kiss started with no warning and ended the same way. Natalie sat there, thinking about wiping off her moist lips and distantly mourning the death of the slice of cheesecake, which was now truly and thoroughly smushed into the rug.

  She settled for clearing her throat a bit. “Um... we shouldn’t do this.”

  “Yeah.”

  Natalie stood up abruptly, feeling like she needed to dust herself off. Brent followed her.

  They locked gazes for about two seconds before throwing caution to the wind and reigniting their kiss.

  Now that Brent wasn’t lying on his side, Natalie could feel his strength through his kiss. He loomed over her 5’6” frame, and his muscles stood out deliciously when he had to lean down to meet her halfway. Together they made a sloppy mess of every kiss, but Natalie didn’t care. She had never been this turned on in her life and she didn’t have the wherewithal to wonder where this intense onset of attraction had come from.

  Natalie’s heel caught on something on the ground and then she tripped on something else when she tried to stumble back and catch herself. Relief flooded her as her butt thumped safely onto the bed, then her breath whooshed out of her lungs as she dragged Brent down with her.

  “You shouldered my boob,” she said in the same tone she had used when she saw the state of her cheesecake, but this time with an undertone of laughter and incredulous are we really doing this.

  “Sorry. Let me make it better.” The weight of his hand fell on the curve of Natalie’s breast, massaging her gently through her shirt and bra.

  “Brent,” she whispere
d against his lips.

  “Mhm?”

  “Wrong boob.”

  His snort tickled the tiny soft hairs on her neck. Natalie took advantage of the smile he cracked and slipped her tongue past his, tasting his excited breath.

  All the teasing had been flirting. Every covert glance Natalie shot at Brent today had nudged them toward this. The kiss during the ceremony had sealed their fate. Once Natalie got a taste, she wanted more, and she wanted to do more than just kiss this time.

  She started with using her hands to finally do some of the things that she’d been fantasizing about through this whole crazy, drunken adventure. She skipped the niceties and slipped her hands underneath Brent’s stretchy, smooth athletic tee to trace the even smoother bulges of his rock-hard abs. God, it was like touching a warm, breathing sculpture whose artist had taken particular care bringing the lines and curves of every single muscle to life. Just touching someone else’s body shouldn’t make her this wet.

  Well, she wasn’t just touching Brent. He was doing his part too, running his hands up and down her sides and exploring her curves at his leisure. His fingers caught on the fabric of her tight T-shirt, tugging at it teasingly but not making a move to slip underneath.

  He’s teasing me, just like always. But this teasing had a very different effect from usual. This teasing had her nerves thrumming and her hips grinding into his, begging for it to continue. This teasing had her slowly but surely melting into a state of wanting only one thing—Brent.

  He wanted her too. She could feel it through his Adidas pants, and she felt a smile twitch at her lips.

  “What?” he asked suspiciously, punishing—or rewarding?— her little smile by finally slipping his hands under her shirt and bra and tweaking her nipples.

  She lost the smile to a lip-biting moan. “Mm... nothing.” A light nibble to his neck followed by a trail of kisses knocked the question out of his mind. No need to waste valuable oxygen on the various jokes about big dick energy that had run through her head when she felt the rather impressive size of Brent’s. Besides, she wanted to see the rest of him first.

  Natalie wrapped her fingers under the edge of Brent’s shirt and pulled it upward. He was on top so it was easy for him to finish the job, and Natalie caught her breath at the way every muscle in his sculpted stomach stood out as he stretched his arms over his head and tossed the shirt away.

  She didn’t want to give him the option not to touch her skin anymore, so she got a start on her own T-shirt. Brent was perfectly willing to help her with that and even more willing to press his lips to every exposed bit of skin on her stomach and chest. His kisses were wet and sloppy, but she didn’t care. A certain part of her was already a waterfall anyway.

  Natalie had just enough time to bless that she had put on a presentable black lacy bra before Brent got tired of kissing around it. She let out a banshee-like noise somewhere between a shriek and a giggle of amusement as he flipped them over, pulling her on top of him so he could work at the clasp of her bra.

  It fell loose. Usually-confident Natalie almost blushed under Brent’s ravaging gaze as he took in the breasts dangling above him.

  Determined to regain her senses, Natalie went for a bold move of her own—grabbing Brent’s length through his pants. His open-mouthed gasp of reaction sent heat flooding between Natalie’s legs. She replaced her hand with her body, using slow, smooth undulations of her hips to please them both.

  This was still a game. They weren’t laughing now and their breath came in quick, excited gusts, but this was still a game in a lifetime of jokes and games and Brent was not to be outdone. Teeth grazed Natalie’s nipple, making her jump with surprise and pleasure.

  The button of Natalie’s jean shorts caught on the hem of Brent’s pants. She looked down in disbelief. Was she really still wearing pants? She sat up straight, still straddling Brent, and looked him in the eyes the entire time she spent unbuttoning her shorts and slipping them off. Only a pair of thin black panties hid her from sight now.

  Brent started to take off his pants. A little bit of her sassy jokester side reared its head and Natalie made it as hard as possible for him by grabbing his dick under both his pants and underwear.

  He was having none of it and flipped them over again. Resistance was futile, and Brent got her back for making him miss the hem of his pants and pull off his underwear too by taking her panties off.

  “Oh my God, you’re so wet.” His voice was just a murmur in her ear, but the sheer strain of desire combined with his two fingers sliding up and down her folds drove Natalie absolutely wild. If he didn’t stop, this might be enough to make her—

  He didn’t stop. He slipped two fingers inside her and the surprise of the sudden movement denied her the looming orgasm that was about to take her but also raised the pleasure to almost unfathomable levels. Natalie wanted him to know how much he was affecting her, so she grabbed his unsheathed length and let him feel every time she tensed from the pleasure—every time her entire body wiggled in response to something he did.

  More sloppy kisses. More sharp moans and gasps from both of them. More licking and rubbing.

  Natalie was losing it and she could tell Brent was too. He rubbed her sensitive clit with one hand and finger-fucked her with the other. She realized the enormous effect the sounds she made were having on him and made sure to make them even louder.

  When she couldn’t take it anymore, she flicked Brent’s stupid ballcap off so she could drag him into a kiss by his hair and lined him up with her sopping wet hole.

  Brent leveled his gaze at her, any teasing gone. “Are you sure you want this?”

  Natalie grabbed his head and dragged him in for another kiss. “Just fuck me already before I go get myself off.”

  Chapter Six: Brent

  Brent didn’t need to be told twice—wait, he kind of did. “What about—”

  “I’m on birth control.”

  Brent couldn’t count the number of times a woman had told him that right before they did the deed. In fact, that was just one more reason he didn’t trust women as a whole.

  Something about Natalie told him not to question her, though. Maybe it was that he had known her his whole life, or maybe it was the way she looked up at him, her legs spread and her face flushed as she waited for him to make up his mind and finish what they had started.

  Whatever it was, Brent decided to trust it—or maybe the alcohol decided for him. He honestly didn’t care at this point because he wanted to fuck Natalie so badly that he felt like every second he spent not doing so was bringing him closer to the edge of unsatisfied insanity.

  What the hell. Brent went for it earlier with the ceremonial kiss that started all this. He could do it again now.

  Her folds split easily for him and her wetness guided him in. Her walls clenched the head of his dick, already sensitive from what felt like hours of drunken foreplay. The rest of him followed, slipping deeper and deeper.

  “You feel so good.” His voice was so low it was almost a growl.

  Natalie responded by wrapping her legs around him and pulling him even deeper.

  It felt good—it felt incredible—but it wasn’t enough. Brent meant to start slow. He thought he started slow. But when he tore his eyes away from her big brown ones, he realized that he was driving in and out, every muscle in his neck and torso tensed for long but quick strokes. Her breasts bounced enticingly, and he managed to slow his headlong dash to Pleasureville long enough to take them in his hands and kiss between them.

  But Natalie wasn’t going to just give him control. She was too feisty for that, and she knocked Brent’s left arm out from under him and used his momentum to roll herself on top.

  Brent didn’t mind this development, but he did mind that cool air touched his dick instead of her warmth. When he tried to realign himself, Natalie trapped both his arms under her chest, her back rising and falling as she rubbed the length of her slit along his dick.

  She refused to stop until Br
ent was literally twitching beneath her, about to throw aside his pride and beg. Entering her felt just as incredible as it had the first time, and Brent lost himself in Natalie as she began to work herself up and down.

  Sweat from their pleasure-seeking bodies soaked the sheets. The entire room became one big heartbeat, and the very, very distant thought of their spirit joke from the ceremony almost put a bit of a smirk on Brent’s face.

  Almost. He couldn’t smirk at Natalie’s slender, glistening body above him, bouncing up and down with his hands on her breasts, her sides and her ass helped her bring them both closer to the edge.

  His hand found her clit and her own up-down movement froze her lips open in the middle of a moan. Her body forgot the motion in the wave of pleasure, but Brent was more than ready to pick up the slack. He worked his hips hard and fast, hitting the perfect spot for both of them every time.

  “Oh my God, Brent... oh God...” Little mumbled words kept coming from Natalie’s mouth. Some of them meant things, and some of them didn’t. Hearing his name pushed Brent to the edge and then gave him another shove, sending him teetering, filled with burning heat that he couldn’t hold much longer—

  Natalie was right there with him, and he pulled out just in time for them to go over the edge together. Brent’s eyes rolled up into his head so hard with the force of his orgasm that he thought he was stuck there, his vision lost and release roaring through his body like water from a broken dam.

  “Did you?” Brent asked when he could finally see again and found Natalie lying half on top of him, nestled in the crook of his arm.

  “Yeah,” was her sleepy reply.

  Now that he knew he could see, Brent had no problem closing his eyes too. “We should have a shower.” A huge yawn punctuated the last word.

  “Yeah.”

  No shower happened that night.

  *****

  Brent woke and with groggy eyes looked for the alarm—only, there was no alarm. There was only an incessant, irritating pounding in his head and a vague sense of discomfort in his stomach, especially when he briefly opened his eyes.