Slide: Rugged Skulls MC

by Amy Davies

  Slide

  I click the screen to life in my office at the Rugged Online Entertainment studio. It’s my shift today to sift through new men and women who want to join the company. I used to love this part, especially when the women would throw themselves at me, but now all I see is my sunshine.

  Speaking of…

  Me: Hey, baby.

  Sunshine: Hey. How’s work? Anyone rub their tits on your face yet? ;)

  I chuckle and tap out my reply.

  Me: Hundreds of pairs of tits have passed my view today, but, baby, all I see are yours in my face as you ride my cock.

  Sunshine: Smooth talker. Are you coming by after work? Posey will be in bed. #justsaying

  “Knock, knock,” comes a voice from my office door. I place my phone down on my desk and look up to see Eva Lust, one of the new girls that started at the studio a few weeks ago.

  “Hey, Eva, what can I do for you?” She steps into my office wearing sexy white bridal lingerie, ready for her scene she’s doing with Henry today.

  “Well, I was hoping that you would have time to give me some advice on my outfit. Do you think it’s sexy enough?” she asks, and does a twirl, making sure to push out her ass and tits when they come into my view.

  “Yeah, looks good,” I state, and stand up, walking around my desk.

  As I step past her, she grips my forearm and pulls me to her, laying her lips on the corner of my mouth as she raises her phone up to take a selfie of us. I rip my arm out of her grip and move closer to the door, gesturing with my arm.

  “Out.” She gives me a triumphant smile and walks toward me. My usual move would be to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her—she gets her rocks off and so do I, and fucking me tends to get them in the mood to film their scenes.

  “Catch you later, Slide.” Her voice grates on my nerves. I ignore her and close the door, locking it behind me, before walking down the opposite hallway to her. Rookie is already in the storeroom when I get there, unpacking a delivery.

  “Hey, brother,” he greets, and I return it, pulling open boxes that hold the items we have for the R.O.E sex packs: lube, condoms, throat sweets, popping candy, and a special gift that go in these little linen bags.

  “How are things with you and Farrah?” he asks, not looking up from the box.

  “Good, man. Fuck me, she fucks like me. She likes it dirty, wild and loud,” I tell him. He finally looks up at me, and I wink at him. His smile spreads across his face and he leans on the table in front of him, giving me a look that I have seen plenty of times before.

  “No. Fuck no, brother. I love you, I do, and I have seen your dick way too many times to count, but we are not sharing Farrah.”

  He chuckles and raises an eyebrow at me. My cock jerks at thoughts of me fucking Farrah while watching her suck off Rookie. I shake my head and close my eyes, letting out a moan of frustration.

  “Nah, I’m fucking with ya, mate. I know how you look at her. I see she’s different,” he says, and I nod.

  “I’m standing by my dibs, brother. Plus, I saw how sweet you were on that little Della chick at Coffee Cove,” I smart back, and the Irish bastard keeps his gaze locked on mine, but I don’t miss the slight blush of his cheeks.

  “She was alright.” He shrugs and goes back to unpacking boxes.

  “Just ‘alright’? You aren’t fucking fooling me, brother. You haven’t touched anyone in three weeks.”

  “That’s because most of the Regs stopped coming around, thanks to Risky and DD. Blake is around more, ‘cause Nadia moved in. Prez is pushing her to find her own place faster, but she’s dragging her feet. Dezi is—well, you know where Dezi is. And that Elsie chick is not my cup of tea. Man, she likes pain and shit. Now I like a little spanking and some throat grabbing, but that’s it. She likes full whipping and some BDSM toys. Nah, brother, that shit’s not for me. Each to their own and all.” He shivers.

  “I hear you. Farrah likes some wild shit. Just the other day, she was sucking me off in the shower and the cheeky minx rammed her finger in my ass,” I say, still astonished that she did it. The images flash through my head.

  “Shower with me, handsome,” she says to me, as she sashays her way into her bathroom. My cock leads the way as we chase after her. She yelps when I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me, my cock poking into her firm ass.

  Reaching forward, Farrah turns the shower on, yelping when the cold water hits our bodies. I spin her around to face me and take her mouth in a heated kiss as the water warms up.

  My hands run over her soaked body, memorizing very curve and groove. Farrah leans her head back, getting her hair wet. Then she brings her head upright and gives me a salacious smile, before dropping to her knees. The water rushes over the back of her hair and over her ass as she sits it on her heels.

  “You want to suck me off, beautiful?” I probe.

  “Yep,” is all she says, as she takes my cock in her hand and licks the tip. I grunt at the contact. Farrah brings her gaze to mine, and we get trapped in a hungered stare for each other.

  Her mouth opens wider, and she takes me in, sucking me so far back that I touch the back of her throat. My knees start to buckle, so I lock them in an attempt to keep me upright, as my woman brings me to the highest of pleasure given to me by a woman’s mouth.

  “Fuck, that’s good. Best blowjob ever. No other woman has ever made my cock hard like this, baby,” I say, my eyes closed and my head pointing toward the ceiling.

  All of a sudden, her mouth is gone from my cock. My head snaps down to look at her. Both hands are resting on her thighs, and her chest is heaving, but it’s the look on her face that stops my thoughts.

  “You really want to talk about all the other women who have had your cock in their mouths while I have your cock in my mouth, Slide?” she heaves. My heart stutters in my chest, but for the life of me I can’t think of anything to say, for once in my fucking life.

  “So, how about we talk about all the blowjobs I’ve given while your cock is in my mouth. Put those images in your head, Ryan. My lips wrapped around—”

  I don’t let her finish her sentence because my brain finally catches up. Cupping her jaw in both hands, I frown down at her, my eyes bouncing between hers.

  “I don’t ever want the image of a man’s cock in your mouth, do you hear me? You were a virgin until you met me. Posey was an immaculate conception, got it?” I growl out, then my face softens. “I’m sorry, I should never have said that. Your mouth—hell, your fucking body makes me lose my mind. Every time you’re fucking near me, I lose it. I need to be more vigilant around you, baby, so I can keep you and Posey safe.”

  She nods, her eyes going soft at my words, then she grips my dick in her hands and squeezes the fucker until the head is purple. I let out a string of curses, and then she’s kissing my cock better, sucking him back, soothing him all over.

  She winks up at me and taps my thigh, telling me to widen my stance, so I do. Her hands run all over my ass, massaging my balls, all while her mouth is worshiping my cock.

  “God, Farrah,” I hiss out when she tickles under the head of my shaft with her tongue. Our gazes connect again, and she pulls back and smirks up at me, right before she slides her finger between my butt cheeks.

  My eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop. I go to step back, but she shakes her head at me, wrapping her lips around my cock again as her finger adds pressure to my hole.

  No fucker has ever dared to try this with me, but I’m glad that it’s Farrah who’s doing it.

  The pressure feels fucking amazing, and I groan, reaching down and gripping her head in my large hands, guiding her up and down my cock. She pushes her finger into me, slowly but surely. She slips past the tight ring of muscles, and I swear to fucking Christ my balls scream at how tight they become. My cock leaks like a leaky fucking water pipe.

  “Fuck, baby. What the hell are you doing to me? Why the fuck didn’t you do this to me before now,” I hiss out, as she continues
her onslaught on my cock and ass.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, but weren’t you the one who said that you don’t do anal?” she tells me, but before I can answer, she goes right back to sucking my dick and moving her finger in my ass in perfect rhythm.

  “Don’t ever listen to me again, woman. Do whatever the fuck you want to me,” bursts from my lips.

  Her finger digs deeper, her mouth sucks me harder, and the lights flashing behind my eyelids are like the Saturday Night Fever movie as I come down her throat.

  “Fuck a cunt on a scooter,” I pant out. I can feel her climbing to her feet, so I open my eyes and see her dragging her thumb over the corner of her mouth. My cock jerks at the action, and I can feel he’s ready for round two. I grip her hips and—

  “Ow, fuckface.” I rub the back of my head, where Rookie just slapped me out of my daydream of my woman. “What?”

  “You fucking zoned out, ya dick. I was talking to you, then I looked up and you were staring off into space, or should I say a certain blonde’s pussy.”

  He smiles at me before twisting his baseball cap around so it’s on backwards. He’s always wearing that fucking thing—well, I say thing, but the dude has a million and one ball caps. You will never see him without one.

  “Don’t talk about my woman’s pussy, bitch. Oh, speaking of my woman,” I state, reaching for my phone. My pocket comes up empty, so I pat the rest of my pockets, which also come up empty.

  “Where the hell is it?” I mutter, looking around the room, picking up boxes and plastic bags and items.

  “What have you lost now?” Rookie asks.

  “My phone. I’m sure I had it when I came in here. I sent Farrah a text before I left my office,” I explain, and rattle around the images in my head as to where the hell it could be.

  I was sending a text to Farrah, then Eva came into the room and I put it on my desk before talking to her. Clicking my fingers, I start for the door.

  “Where are ya going?”

  “I left my phone in the office. I’ll be back to help, no worries. Try not to go falling over and landing on things that might get stuck and start vibrating. Or do, if that’s your thing, brother,” I joke, and he flips me off.

  “Fuck off.”

  Laughing, I leave the room and jog back to the office to find my phone. Pulling the key out, I unlock the door and let out a sigh when I see the device sitting on the stack of papers that I need to get through.

  Walking over and picking it up, I see a shit ton of notifications from my Instagram account. I’m used to getting a few likes or comments, but this is off the charts. I chuckle and sit in the desk chair while sliding it open to see what all the fuss is about, but my heart stutters when I see the last image that was posted, and the notifications that are linked to it.

  “Fuck,” I hiss out, before deleting the image. That fucking bitch. How the hell did she manage to do this? The office was locked. Then it hits me. She either picked the lock, or some fucker gave her the key.

  I pull up Farrah’s number and try calling her, but she doesn’t answer. I try again but get nothing.

  “Shit.” I call the next person that needs to know about this.

  “Yeah,” Magnum answers, out of breath. Fuck, no doubt he was in bed or someplace fucking Risky.

  “Sorry to interrupt, Prez, but we need a full fucking lock change at the studio and possibly new security checks. Eva Lust broke into the office and posted a fucking picture of the two of us. I’m pretty fucking sure that Farrah has seen it. I want to add to the security. You okay with that?” I tell him.

  “Fuck. Get it sorted and fire her ass. I don’t want drama in the club’s businesses. We have plenty of girls to replace her,” he tells me.

  “She was a diva bitch anyway,” Risky adds.

  “On it,” I say, and he ends the call.

  I call up Reggie and tell him to come over and get to changing all the locks but decide to add a little extra. Now we have top of the line thumb print scanners to get into the building. Each office has the same measures.

  Two hours later, after trying for the millionth time to contact Farrah, I leave my office and make my way to the room where I know Eva is filming today. I can hear the moans and the slapping of skin, the grunting from the poor bastard that has to fuck that woman today.

  Quietly, I push open the door, and one of the crew turns to look at me over his shoulder. He gives me a nod and goes back to adjusting knobs on the deck in front of him.

  I stand, my legs in a wide stance, my arms crossed over my chest, and I wait. The guy is fucking her in the ass, and her overly loud fake moans fill the room. And I have to wonder just what the hell it was I saw in her.

  They finish the scene and she climbs off the bed, wrapping some sort of shirt/dressing gown around her body. She sees me, and a sickly smile widens her mouth.

  “You want some of this, Slide?” she asks, reaching out to touch me.

  I chuckle and step back, taking great pleasure in the fact I get to whip that smile off her overly made up face.

  “Did you enjoy that?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. Her smile widens, and she nods. “Good, because that was your last scene. You’re fired. Now get your shit and get off the property.” I look over my shoulder and nod for John to see her out of the building.

  I walk out of the room, leaving her screams behind. The need to get to Farrah is growing in my gut. I just pray she listens.

  Nineteen

  Farrah

  With my Kindle resting on my bent legs, I devour the words in front of me. I’m reading ‘Trapping Wasp’ by Harley Stone, and holy hot damn, these bikers are hot, just like my biker.

  Ha. My biker.

  My phone dings from its resting place on the table, so I pick it up and slide it open to see Slide has sent me a text.

  Slide: Hey, baby.

  Me: Hey. How’s work? Anyone rub their tits on your face yet? ;)

  Slide: Hundreds of pairs of tits have passed my view today, but, baby, all I see is yours in my face as you ride my cock.

  Me: Smooth talker. Are you coming by after work? Posey will be in bed. #justsaying

  I sit and wait for a reply, but one doesn’t come. He must have been called away. I know he’s working at the porn studio today. Knowing that your man is working around porn stars all day puts a little strain on the self-esteem.

  People have told me over and over again that I’m a beautiful woman. I know I’m not ugly, and that’s not me being vain or anything. Every woman is beautiful in their own way.

  Last night, I watched one or two… okay, who the hell am I kidding, I watched five different movies on their website. They have so many varieties of movies, covering every kink, shape, size, and color of stars.

  I think I brought myself to orgasm twice watching one of the movies. It was a very bust blond riding some guy on a bike, her legs wrapped around his body as he lifted her up and down his dick.

  Shit. My pussy clenches from me just thinking about it, about maybe doing it with Slide one day. My thighs clench, trying to ease the dull throb of my clit, but it’s useless.

  Maybe I can call Slide and we can have phone sex. He will help take the ache away.

  I click on his name and it rings a few times, but he doesn’t answer. He must be busy. Setting my phone back down on the table, I get back to Wasp’s book and get my swoon on.

  After an hour of reading, I set the device on the table and pick up my phone so I can scroll through my social media while I make my salad. I smile when I see a video that Chris posted of Posey. She’s wearing a panda onesie and is dancing around the room to that baby shark song.

  I laugh out loud and set my phone on a little stand that I use when I’m baking and watch my baby girl dance around like a crazy girl, making her dad laugh, which sets her laughter off again.

  Setting my bowl of rice and steamed vegetables on the island, I sit on one of my wooden stools and watch the video again before I comment.

  Coming off that a
pp, I click on another, the IG app, and scroll down, tapping twice on posts to give them some love. My thumb flies over the screen as a smile settles on my face, my heart feeling all the love of the world. But my thumb stops, my smile drops, and my heart stops feeling the love.

  There, clear as day, on the screen of my phone, is a photo of Slide with a girl kissing him. He isn’t looking at the camera, and he’s not smiling, but he doesn’t look pissed or upset that she’s touching him. My eyes scan up to check that it’s his account. It is. My lungs start to burn from holding my breath.

  I gasp when my body freaks from a lack of oxygen, then tears spill over and I let them, my body numb. Thank God I’m sitting, because I think my knees would have buckled at the sight of my man letting another woman kiss him.

  I bring myself to read the caption to the photo and a sob breaks free. The tears flow faster as my chest becomes tight and my stomach sick.

  Day with this piece of ass. #luckyfucker #slideitin #ruggedbabesalltheway #livingthedream

  I knock my phone to the side, the sight of him making me sicker by the second. With shaky legs, I stand and make my way to my bathroom. I need a shower, suddenly feeling dirty.

  Stripping out of my bikini, I step under the water, not really feeling the temperature. The water washes over me as I stand there trying to force that one image out of my head, that one image that just broke my heart into a million fucking pieces.

  Fool me twice.

  I step out after washing my hair and body, glad that the tears have stopped, when I hear my phone ringing from the kitchen. I don’t rush to answer it. It’s not my parents, Leaf, Kenny, or Chris’s ringtone, so it can’t be important, especially if it’s Slide.

  Walking out of the bathroom and into my bedroom, not bothering to cover my naked body, I move over to the dresser to pull out some sleep shorts and a cami. My phone rings again, and I know I need to check it just in case it’s an emergency.

  When I get to the kitchen, I turn my phone over and see five missed called from Slide and three texts. Letting out an angry laugh, I send a quick text to Chris, asking him to keep Posey for another night because I’m not feeling well. He agrees, which I knew he would because he leaves again in a few weeks, so he will spend any time he can get with Posey.