THIEF_Steel Saints MC

by Paula Cox

  I follow a few steps behind, taking in the view of her long legs dangling while she pulls back her hair. I pull her hands down as I say, “Leave it like that. I like your hair down.” She bites her red painted lips again. The bottoms of her pearly teeth show their fangs as they press into the skin. My body aches even harder for her.

  “I don’t work with many girls, especially not goody-goody girls like you. But I have a rule for them.” I place my hands on her knees and pull them just enough apart that I can slip in. Her legs rest up against the side of my body. My face leans in towards her as I whisper just past her ear, “No sex.”

  “What?” she asks, her voice both confused and maybe even a bit let down. Her impatience is showing again. Those hands of her wrap and curl around the edges of the freezer top.

  I press my face against her cheek, feeling the sensation of her body light up like a spark. My arm wraps around her back and makes its way around to the side of her hips, holding her in place. My other shoulder pins her against the back wall of the truck. I glide my face across hers until I am centimeters from her ruby lips. Our noses touch as I say, “But for you, I’ll break the rules just this once.”

  I don’t know who kisses the other first. It comes on fast like fury bursting through both of us and linking our bodies to the other. Both of my hands wrap around her hair, her neck, her waist, and her thighs until she is pressed firmly up against me and I can feel every smooth curve of her delicious body. Through the madness of our kisses, she moans tenderly, biting almost dangerously on my lip and tugging away for air.

  To my surprise, she doesn’t slow down.

  Alana pushes herself back into me, laying her body against my chest. Her head swivels upwards and then I feel her lift. She kisses me again, hard. It’s unlike any of my other girls who kiss as if they are sucking sweetness from me. It’s fast, passionate, and full of need. I stumble backward towards the opposite wall of the truck as our heads and mouths race to line up with one another.

  My hand reaches behind me and smacks away the kitchen supplies and serving bowls laying out on the opposite freezer. She doesn’t even stop to take notice as it comes crashing down to the floor one by one. Instead, she pulls forcibly at my black tank shirt until it comes free from my jeans. I lift my arms above my head, and she scratches the skin along my back as she yanks it up and off.

  For a brief moment, Alana stands back and takes me in. Her bright red chest caves in with each hurried breath. Her hands reach outwards towards me with fingers sliding up the line of my biceps, tracing over the tattoos and scars that dot the line of my forearms and shoulders. Her red lips part, breathing in a last batch of air before finding mine once more. I let her take over, just for a moment. Our heads twist and dance, both wrestling for control of our needs and desires. Neither of us dares to come up for air.

  As we are entwined, Alana’s hands move from my arms back down towards my pants where my cock is already growing straight and firm. No girl has ever made me so hard, so quickly, but her petite little body on mine is almost magical. Her palm stays there, placing pressure on the zipper line of my thin, fading jeans. Alana’s looking for the confirmation that what she’s feeling is equal to her own arousal, and I’ve got more than enough proof. My bulging cock replies back by pressing into the pants greedily pleading with her to go on.

  I can’t believe this is the same, timid woman as before. Every move she’s made seems to surprise me, but none so much as she sinks slowly down to the ground between my legs. The hand that was caressing the small hairs on the back of my neck follows the trail down the center line of my chest and abs, squeezing gently at my pecs and sides as if she’s exploring me like a sculptor. With her hands on my hips, the only thing I can do is sit back and enjoy the site of her unzipping my pants, tugging them past my pale thighs. They fall at my feet as I quickly kick them and my shoes off and to the side.

  A guttural sound I’ve never heard me make before escapes as I feel the softness of her mouth outline the impression of my cock on my black boxer briefs. Through the cotton fabric, I can feel the sensation of her juicy wet mouth wrap around the muscle of my cock as it pulsates in pleasure. Her head moves slowly, almost cautiously up and down the length and then down towards the balls where her hands magically appear again to massage and tease the mountains at the base of my shaft.

  I grab hold of the back of the fridge, not caring if it was still hot from running all day. The heat between my legs is much stronger. I lean back, the cool wall providing support, as Alana pulls the briefs down to join the rest of my clothes on the floor before me. My dick springs out, ready and eager for whatever else she wants to bring to me. Alana kisses the tip, not caring that it’s already moist from the excitement. And then, without hesitation, she opens her lips and lets my body into hers. I can feel her tongue circle around the hole, tasting me.

  As she finds her way to the bottom, she opens her mouth impossibly wider. Her tongue re-appears, and it circles the base of my shaft. Her head twists around so that every part of my member is covered by her red, bumpy tongue. Alana comes up for air, only replacing her mouth with the palm of her hand. I instantly think back to her cupped fists circling the steering wheel and twisting gently in frustration. She could steer me anytime.

  Alana finds her speed and pace almost instantly. With the moisture of that earlier tease, her slow, steady strokes mix with the light sucks at my cock’s top. It’s insane. My head swims and swirls. I pull my head backward towards the wall and pull even tighter on the side of the freezer as she takes hold of me. Her lips line up perfectly with the strokes, her tongue dances on the top like the cherry on my swirling sundae.

  I can’t help but let out a tribal call of her name. “Alana!” I call as my hand falls on her head towards her hair, picking up a long strand of golden blonde and twisting it between my restless fingers, “Fuck! How did you get so good at this?”

  Her blue eyes flash up to mine, glad for my approval. The crescent moons of her thin eyebrows curl upwards amused and then focus in a straight line as she goes back to her job. But I’m ready to take over now. No more teasing. I force her head gently down the length of my cock. She obeys me, probably the first time tonight without questioning me, and I push her hand out of the way to my thigh. Right now, all I want is that mouth on my cock, taking me in like a popsicle on a hot day.

  I watch her carefully as she takes my shaft in small incremental marks. Each distance she conquers, she only grows more confident. My cock disappears into the shelter of her smooth mouth so that I can feel the sensation of her from the outside in. That warm, intense feeling grows inside of my loins, and I find myself sinking into her quicksand. I’m not ready yet. I pull out of her as she gasps for air.

  I make a decision right here, right now. I’m not going to go back down. I am all in. I reach out towards her, enough that I can pull her up to her feet and in towards my chest with my hands around her waist. My legs wrap around her body while her face changes when she realizes what I am about to do.

  To my surprise, she again doesn’t say no. I can’t believe that I am getting permission to do this to her. I reach down and grab my hands around the fabric of her tank to lift it up over her head while my other hand unhooks her black push up bra. My head lowers to her chest, my nose grazing the milky skin along her breastbone. It’s a light touch, just enough so she knows I’m there. Her stomach caves in slightly, holding back a gasp. A flick of my tongue near the top of her breasts sends the little bumps on her skin rising to attention.

  “Liam…” she whispers. “Liam... “ I know there’s more to her unsaid sentences, but she’s too into the moment to let it out. It’s stuck in her chest where I continue to press my lips to her skin. I take my time dragging my bottom lip up the sides of her breasts pressed together in my hands and towards the nape of her neck and then back down as low as I can go until I am completely bent over with my hands on her thighs for balance.

  I jump down on the ground while my fingers hook int
o the belt holders of her jeans. I slide the pants down as her hips wiggle out of them in return. Her nude body looks softer than I imagine, like a Greek goddess standing before me to admire. In one quick movement, I break the illusion, forcing her to take my spot on the top of the freezer.

  “Is this what you want?” I ask, my voice seeming to escape me with the hot and heavy breathing passing between us. “You want me inside of you?”

  There’s a long moment where she doesn’t say anything. Her hands press against my chest and her head rocks back to the wall. I would give all my money and power just to know what she’s thinking in those stretched out seconds. But finally, I hear her firmly reply, “Yes. Please.”

  I give in to her as soon as she lets me. My arms coil under legs and pull them apart so that the top of freezer is near her hips. Her flower unfolds for me gingerly, the folds of her pussy calling me in. My cock presses up against her skin until I find the opening to her cave. She’s tighter than I imagined as if she’s never been touched or plowed before. I hold back at first, knowing that, for her comfort, she would want it slow. Even though, on the inside, I’m crying out for more and more. The first ten or so strides are all for her, letting her feel my long length inside of her until I pull out.

  Alana moves under me, finding her comfortable spot until her head rolls back and a gentle moan pours through her open lips. I can’t stand it anymore. I need to take her. I need to fuck her. I dive deep into her waiting pussy, my hands guiding her hips down to where I want them. I don’t care if she’s never had a cock as big as mine. She was going to feel each and every bit of me grow inside of her.

  The movements of me driving into her transports both of us out of this ice cream truck and into our own little world where we claw and crash towards one another, both desperate for the final cum. Every push is that more exhilarating and every one of her hip swivels just makes me cry out for her more.

  After a long ride, our bodies find that perfect sync and timing. She leans forward enough so that our noses touch and our lips open but do not kiss. Our hot breaths linger on each other to the beat of our bodies. Finally, her head falls back so that all I can see is the tip of her nose and the whites of her eyes. She lets go of me, slamming her fist into the freezer. Her moment of ecstasy crests as she trembles.

  I’m only seconds behind. The sight of her exploding on my cock is enough. I let myself go, giving myself permission to feel everything she’s given to me. My own body shakes and then steadies tiredly. My cum bursts out and onto her stomach, forming a pool around her hips.

  We both look at one another as I finish. Her mouth opens slowly as if she wants to say something important. But I just don’t give her the chance. Whatever she wants to say couldn’t be enough for this moment. All I want is to just linger there, holding on to her red welted skin, smelling the scent of our bodies, and tasting her lips on my lips.

  CHAPTER 9

  No. No, no, no. I did not just do that! I did not just have sex in the back of my dad’s ice cream truck with Liam freaking Murphy!

  My head is spinning with regrets as I try to trace back the point in our conversations where I thought it would be okay to give myself over to a guy who is clearly as deranged as he is dangerous.

  And, I mean, that’s not to say it wasn’t good... Oh, my goodness was that good. I’ve needed a great, head over heels screwing for a while now. The last time was with my ex, and even that wasn’t exactly spectacular. After our first two or three times doing it, it was just routine. Me on top, him on the bottom, neither of us calling out the other’s name or holding on for support. You could call it good old vanilla ice cream.

  Sex with Liam, however, was like mocha cream ice cream with a dash of sprinkles on top. He knew what he was doing, and he made that very clear to me. The burning sensation between my legs where his package and thighs brushed harsh up against my skin could give him a reference or two if it could talk.

  And though I am pretty pissed about my little tryst back there and letting him have it on our first day of meeting, there is that small part of me that hopes I was just as surprisingly good. I’m not that experienced, nor am I that brave (hence all that vanilla screwing around I let my ex get away with…), but seeing that cock laid out for me was like putting the biggest temptation of all in front of me and telling me to not go for it. I had to have it. His salty, rich skin’s taste lingers in my mouth, reminding me of just how bold he made me feel in those moments.

  I could go back for more. I really could. And by the way he’s staring at me with those green diamond eyes that flicker in the moonlight makes me think he’d be up for the challenge. That body standing before me was made for something other than just staring down at me. His muscles were machines, chiseled and sharp. The black ink covering their lines looked like ripples of veins. They traced up his neck and behind his head as vines on an older home. His hands are set down toward my sides as he breaks free from our embrace for air, and I wonder just how much damage they could do to someone’s body.

  My eyes get heavy for the first time all night. I’m exhausted. I’ve always been one of those people who need to sleep for hours after sex to recharge my batteries. But it wasn’t like there were many places to lay down and cuddle in the back of an ice cream truck. And I seriously doubt that Liam Murphy is a man appreciative of cuddling. It was actually shocking to me that he is firm in his place. He hasn’t run for the hills yet. Who knows? Maybe there is more to him than I thought.

  Still, I let out a dramatic yawn. My arms lift up and over my head, my naked breasts pulling upwards with the motion. Somehow, I’ve completely forgotten that he’s stripped me down like this… and furthermore, that he has a bird's eye view of every inch of my freckled, imperfect body. My narrow, curving hips, my giraffe-like neck, the way my hands seem to be even smaller than the rest of me -- I could do without him seeing this. My cheeks turn bright pink, and I can feel the splotches of embarrassment pop up around my neck and chest. Great. Now I actually do have to cover myself.

  I reach down and grab a piece of clothing that has fallen over the side of the refrigerator. The smokey smell of his shirt fills my nostrils as I use it to wrap around my chest and hips. My hand dips down towards my lady parts, covering them demurely with the palm of my hand. The whole area is still warm and steamy, unlike dry Las Vegas. Liam reaches out and pulls my hands from the grasp of the shirt. He smiles as he says, “Whoa! Whoa! That’s my shirt, Alana. While you smell like a damn flower in June, I’d rather I not smell like your pussy all night long.”

  My lip curls up slyly. I’d love if he could smell like me. I’m not one to mark my territory, but if I could claim him like that for my own selfish usages, I would. A guy like Liam could come in handy when a girl’s got needs she has to be fulfilled. I toss the shirt back his way and use my foot to fish at the pile of clothes on the ground for my tank top and bra. To my disappointment, Liam gets dressed too.

  With my back turned, still not comfortable showing all of me to him, I ask, “What’s the clock say? I really want to be home or at least parked by about ten-thirty. I’ve got an exam in the morning that I really can’t miss or be tired for.”

  “Yeah,” I hear him say as he slumps down in the driver’s seat up front. “That’s not going to happen tonight, Alana. We’ve still got business to do.” The sound of the keys jingle against one another and then turn with a crank. The old engine turns on before I can even protest. Liam has taken over once again.

  With my pants still around my hips, I run towards the front and get in the passenger seat. He nods in my direction, still smiling as always, as I shout, “What the hell? Where are we going? What business do you possibly have to do this late at night? And why do I have to go with you in my dad’s ice cream truck?”

  “I told you. It’s our business. You’re working for me now, and whenever I bring in a contractor, I have to get the okay approval from the guys. That’s how the club works. Plus, the guys have to get to know you, so they know how to prot
ect you.”

  Oh damn. Protection. I didn’t even think about that aspect. Here I was so focused on the money that I had completely forgotten about that whole stolen diamonds in the back of my truck thing. No doubt there were some bad dudes out there worked up over Liam robbing them blind. Was I really the best cover for keeping Liam out of the spotlight and making his sales under the radar? Ice cream trucks and motorcycle robberies really don’t go together, and I can only imagine the headlines that will pop up if we are found out and taken down by some mafia, criminal ring.

  I shut up instead of fighting it. That protection was probably the only end of this bargain that I could really get behind. The money is nice and all. Hell, it was amazing. My dad needs it more than anything in this world if I’m going to get him the best care possible, but I know that it would be all for nothing if I don’t come out of this alive. Life first. Money second - that’s my new motto.

  But what would it be like to walk into a room with guys like the ones I met earlier today? I could tell that those bastards weren’t like Liam. Something was going on there. A girl like me who prides herself on observing others knew when there was hidden drama going down, and there was some shady stuff happening under or near Liam’s nose. Maybe walking into this meeting was just as risky as it was storming out to my truck in The Emerald Pub’s parking lot demanding my form of revenge.