After her punches were working, they started working on defense as he showed her how to take blow on her shoulder, or duck out of the way. She picked that up even quicker, using her quick reflexes to her advantage. But when she started trying to put it all together, it had all fallen apart.
The first thing he had to do was break her of wading into a punch when trying to land one. That was the way brawlers fought, and while that might work for a big man with a cast-iron jaw, he preferred to stand off, find his range with his jab and then put their lights with a hard cross.
“I fucking know!” she snarled in frustration. She was about sick of getting hit in the face. She backed off and began to move around again, keeping her chin down as he’d shown her. She was at a severe disadvantage in reach, but he was letting her get in her range before slapping her around…the shit.
She saw the jab coming, blocked it, threw a counter punch, kept her fucking left up and her chin down, jabbed again, and then saw her opening.
He’d gotten lazy with her, and when he saw the cross coming it was too late. He tried to dodge back, but he’d let her get in too close and hadn’t kept his own chin down. The right hit him smack in the mouth, snapping his head back. “Goddamnit!” he snarled, stepping back out of range and keeping his hands up to block another blow.
“Shit!” she cried, shaking her hand, grimacing, and dancing around in pain. It felt like she’d just hit a concrete wall as hard as she could. “Are you okay?”
Colt spat a large red blob on the ground. “Jesus Christ! I pity the man who has to take that right cross. You punch like a fucking mule!” He’d been hit harder before, a lot harder, but never so hard by a woman. “That’s how you fucking do it!”
“I think I broke my hand!”
“Do this,” he said, holding his hand up and opening and closing his hand into a fist. When Sierra repeated the move, he smiled. “Nah, you’re okay. When it hurts your hand, you know you landed a good punch. You will hardly feel it in a real fight, but when you do, that’s when you go in for the kill. I think that’s enough of that for now. How do you feel?”
“Hot. Sweaty. Out of breath. My hand hurts.” She smiled. “But, other than that, I feel pretty good. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Colt spat again. “Yeah. I’m okay. You still have a lot to learn, but you should be able to keep someone off you with that jab and cross. Next I’ll show you how to work the body to wear someone down, but that’s for another day. Your arms are probably going to be sore as it is.”
“So we’re done?” She hoped so. Here arms were already so tired it was an effort just to keep her fists up.
“Yeah. With that. Let me show you how to break a couple of holds and then we’ll call it day. We’ll go find out if Fletch and the guys knocked some sense into those assholes.
“I could use a drink, too.”
“Me, too. But this won’t take long. Turn around. So if someone comes up and grabs you around the neck, like this,” Colt said, placing an arm around her neck, “this is what I want you to do.”
Colt and Sierra entered the clubhouse. The crowd that had been surrounding them when they left had dispersed and things seemed quiet.
Colt saw Nic sitting in a chair flipping through a Harley accessories catalog and changed direction. “How’d it go?” he asked as he approached.
“I think we got everything calmed down. I think the big beef is you brought her in as a 24, then took her on the job, then sponsored her as a candidate.”
“So?”
“So, they think they’ve been set up. You know how it is. They think you are trying to edge them out.”
Colt snorted. “I am, but that’s not what this is about. Not all of it anyway.”
Nic gave him a sideways grin. “Don’t worry about it. They’re just in a pissy mood, that’s all.”
“Well, they can just get out of a pissy mood. She has as much right to be here as any of us. She is coming in the same way we all did.”
“I know. They know it, too. But that doesn’t change how they feel. It’ll blow over.”
“So, you came back?” Mayla snarled as she sauntered across the floor. “I thought maybe you had gone running home with your tail between your legs. You don’t belong here.”
“Shut the fuck up, Mayla,” Colt snarled. “She has a much right to be here as you do. As any of us do.”
“I say she doesn’t.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, it’s not up to you. You’re just a club bitch. The table makes the call.”
“And look who sits on at the table. All the members you have in your pocket.”
Colt smiled nastily. “What a shame.”
“I agree with Mayla,” Tinder said, walking up. “This shit isn’t right. She hasn’t paid her dues like the rest of us. She isn’t even a member and she is already going on jobs? That’s bullshit, Colt, and you know it.”
“I told you before, it was her idea. You bring me a job and we’ll talk about you going. But you’d rather sit here and let the rest of us do the work. So excuse me if I don’t worry over what you think.”
“So is she going to go on more jobs, jobs she doesn’t come up with?”
“If I need her, yes. She has proven herself.”
Tinder turned and addressed the members that were beginning to assemble again. “See? What did we tell you? Colt, his whole group, pick their favorites.” He turned back to Colt. “This is fucked Colt. We’re not going to let you do this shit to us. You’ve been fucking us for a couple of years now and it stops, here and now.”
“Are you challenging me, Tinder?” Colt asked, his voice becoming slow and dangerous.
Paul rose from his chair where he has been watching and listening. “Is it, Tinder? Are you challenging Colt for the VP spot?”
Tinder stared at Colt a moment then looked away. “No. But it’s still not right, and you know it.”
“Colt’s right,” Paul said. “Anyone can sponsor a prospect.”
“This is bullshit!” Mayla cried. “I challenge her!”
“She’s not even a prospect yet!” Colt objected. “You can’t challenge her!”
“What’s the matter, Colt? She too good to live by the club rules? Or just those you don’t like? She wasn’t a prospect before but she got to run a job! What’s it going to be, Colt? It’s one way or the other!”
“No! She has to be—”
“I accept!” Sierra said, cutting him off. “I’m not afraid of this dried up bitch. I get to choose the challenge, right? Me and her, first to come. No toys, no help.” She thought about using what Colt taught her to punch the woman’s lights out, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to go to fists…yet. It was one thing to spar with Colt, but something else to be in a real fight.
Colt stared at Sierra. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes I do, and I’m going to kick her ass.”
Chapter Fifteen
“Come on, Mayla is it?” Sierra taunted in the silence of the room. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Just you and me?”
Mayla looked at her a moment, clearly surprised Sierra accepted the challenge. “Fine. No toys, no help. First one to come.”
Paul grinned, the smile not touching his eyes. “Okay, we have a challenge made and accepted. You ladies going to settle it now?”
“Come on, Mayla,” Sierra sneered, taunting the beautiful woman with the caramel colored skin and large dark eyes when she said nothing. “What are you waiting for? You might even win. Colt fucked the shit out of me last night. You’re not afraid to put your money where your mouth is, are you?”
“Are you sure about this?” Colt whispered.
“No, but I’m tired of being pushed around,” she said softly. She was a little sore still from the fucking Colt had given her in the desert the night before, but she would use that. She was an expert at this, using her imagination and fingers for relief because it was all she had for a long time. Now, with Colt, she had new fodder for the imaginat
ion mill.
“Okay, fine,” Mayla said, though she looked anything but.
“A grand on Sierra,” Colt said and, with that, the money began to flow.
“Twenty grand on me,” Sierra said as she followed Mayla to the mat, removing her shirt as she went. That was her entire stake, but if she was going to do this, she was going all in.
“Did you say twenty grand?” a man she didn’t know asked in the sudden dead silence of the room.
“What’s the matter? Not so confident now?” Sierra asked the room as she removed her shoes and slipped her pants and panties off. She wanted to be comfortable if she was going to do this.
“Nobody can cover that,” Paul said.
Sierra grinned wickedly. She was in charge at the moment and she like the feeling of power it gave her. She turned to Colt. “Cover any bet anyone wants to make. Take the entire twenty-three grand if you need to.” She’d intended to leave her bra on, a last vestige of modesty, but she decided to remove it as well in a show of confidence.
He leaned in close. “Are you sure about this? That’s your entire stake.”
“Yes.” She leaned in closer. “Kiss me and tell me what you are going to do to me if I win.”
Colt smiled and leaned in until his lips were almost touching hers. “I’m going to fuck you in ways you have never been fucked before,” he breathed. His kiss electrified her and she could feel her womanhood become heavy with desire.
She stepped back from the kiss already feeling itchy and on edge. Oh yes, this was going to be easy. She stepped onto the mat and lay down, lightly caressing the inside of her thigh and her left breast, closing her eyes as she let her mind wander.
“I’m going to fuck you up,” Mayla spat as she settled on the mat beside her. Sierra barely heard her as she let her imagination roam free, returning to the desert and revisiting the most intense sexual experience of her life.
Sierra’s hog heaved and plunged down the dirt road. She could see the other bike approaching from the opposite direction, a plume of dust in its wake. It was Colt, and they were here for one reason. She wanted to join the Death Valley Motorcycle Club, but she had to prove herself worthy. They were meeting here, in the middle of the desert, so she could prove herself.
They stopped the bikes twenty yards apart, staring at each other as the bikes rumbled. Switching them off, they dismounted at the same time and began to walk toward each other, shedding their leathers as they went. They were in the same valley that housed the clubhouse, mountains around them on two sides, but far removed from any sign of habitation, the only two people for hundreds of square miles. It was going to be a contest of wills and stamina, a contest to see if she was worthy of a place among the elite.
They met in the middle of the dusty road, the thick dust a fine powder as deep and soft as a feather bed. Colt was a god, glowing with sweat, heavily muscled, cut and chiseled to perfection with every sinew displayed in stark relief. Covered in tattoos, she watched his sculpted chest rise and fall, her eyes traveling the length his body, admiring every curve and bulge. His cock was massive, so large she knew it would task her to take it all and would stretch her to near splitting, but she knew she could handle him, as she’d handled every man who had dared challenge in her in the past.
They said nothing, suddenly closing the last two steps, coming together in a ferocious kiss as their tongues slashed at each other. He pulled her hair painfully hard, his hand gripping her breast and rolling the nipple between finger and thumb. He seemed to instinctively know what she wanted, what she needed, but she also knew this was only the first round and they would be locked in erotic combat for hours. She would let him have his way with her to wear him down and then she would show him what she was made of.
They fell to the ground, the dust sticking to their sweat covered bodies to form a thin slurry of mud that was as slick as oil. He rolled her to her side, clasping her back to his chest as he entered her with a grunt, his massive cock plunging deeper into her, stretching her more, than any man before him. He mauled her breasts, slick with sweat and mud as he plunged into her furiously. After a time she could hear him groaning in passion as they fucked, his thrusts becoming harder and more frantic. She knew then he was no match for her and wouldn’t last much longer.
“You’re so fucking good, baby…so fucking good,” he murmured.
“Come on you bastard! Is that the best you got?” she sneered, dragging her nails lightly down his upraised leg.
“You’re too good! I can’t stand it! You’re going to make me come!”
She pulled away from him and he flopped to his back. She turned and dropped to her knees as she settled over him and lowered herself as he slid inside. She began to thrust on him, his cock plunging deep inside with each hard thrust. She smiled evilly as his face twisted in rapture as she thrust even harder, pushing him over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, baby. I’m coming!” He began to cry out as he tried to stop her rapid rising and falling, but she powered through his clenching hands as she continued to fuck him. He began to bellow, his hips thrusting madly, his hands gliding over her body, twisting her nipples to the edge of pain. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Stop! I can’t take it! Fuck!” he cried, trying to dislodge her, but she resisted his efforts to throw her off and continued bouncing on him.
“You’ve got to take it,” she growled, show him no mercy.
“I can’t!” he screamed as if in pain, every muscle straining, his skin stretched so taunt that she could see the individual cords. With an animal-like scream, he shoved her hard to the right causing her to tumble to the ground. They scrambled to their feet and he crouched into a fighter’s stance, semen still weeping from the tip of his cock.
“You bitch! You won that one, but there’s plenty more where that came from!” He charged her, taking her into an embrace and kissing her hard as he shoved his cock into her again. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his ass, holding him tight. He growled low and deep in his throat as he bucked, plunging his cock deep into her time and again.
“Oh, fuck! I’m going to come again,” he gasped after many long minutes of hard fucking, still battering her with hard, fast, pumps of his hips, using his strong arms to make her rise and fall in time with his thrusts. “You’re going to make me come again. Fuck!”
He stopped and she felt his legs shaking as he held her tight, whimpering and gasping as she worked her hips, grinding herself down upon him. She bit him on the neck, enjoying how it made him gasp in pleasure and his hips thrust into her. Thrusting madly, he lowered her to the ground before threw himself back as oceans of ejaculate spilled from his cock onto the dusty ground.
He’d come twice inside of thirty minutes, but she wasn’t done yet. He knelt there, panting like a steam engine, dripping sweat, but his cock was still steel hard. She seductively dropped to the ground and offered herself to him.
“You man enough to go again?”
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” he said as he plunged into her, once again throwing his head back in pleasure as he rammed himself home. He fell forward, burying his face in her neck as he fucked her like an over-revved machine, gasping and muttering in pleasure.
They had started at noon, with the sun directly overhead, but as the sun began to slip behind the mountains she could sense her orgasm approaching. They had been fucking for hours and he hadn’t come again, but she was determined to force him into rapture one more time. “I want you to come again. I want you to come with me.”
She gripped him tight, clamping down on his cock with vise-like tightness, and she heard him grunt, low and deep as the power of his thrusts increased. “You’re going to make me come again,” he gasped after a moment.
“Come on, baby,” she cooed, holding his head to her neck. “Come with me.”
“I’m going to come so hard,” he panted, his breath a hot flame on her neck.
“Yes…” she breathed. “Come hard for me.”
She heard his gasping grunt
just as he thrust into her hard, holding himself deep as the pleasant warmness of rapture spread through her. “Yes…” she sighed again, holding him as he shook and whimpered, still pounding into her as she closed her eyes, enjoying her orgasm, content in the knowledge that no woman could please him like she could.
Sierra opened her eyes slowly, sighing in relief as a warm satisfied smile formed on her lips. She glanced to her right to see Mayla, her eyes closed, furiously rubbing her womanhood. She took another deep breath and let it out slowly, enjoying her release. It was typical of orgasms she had in the past, but it paled in comparison to the power of the orgasms Colt could give her.
With another sigh she stood and nudged Mayla with her toe. “Too late, bitch.”
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