He stepped away, his hand falling from my face. I missed his touch immediately, and felt like an errant child that was being taunted. It was like being given a taste of the most delicious, decadent dessert and having it ripped away from you just as you were going in for the first bite. My mouth salivated, thinking about what he would taste like and if I would get to know before the night was over. I never wanted to be kissed, touched and immersed in a person as much as I did in Cash at this moment.
“That’s what I thought,” he said and went back to his bike, leaving me bewildered. He kicked his leg over, and pointed behind him. “Come on. I’ll bring you where you need to go.”
“No.” I wasn’t ready to go. Once I got on the bike, it was over. I didn’t want this to be over. I wasn’t ready to go back to my so-called goody lifestyle. I wanted to be bad. I wanted to know what it meant to feel everything Cash spoke of.
I was tired of over-thinking everything, and worrying about what my parents would think of me if I did something that didn’t conform to their standards. I was sick of thinking, so I acted and went to him before the voices in my head could stop me. I grabbed his face, and pressed my lips to his. It was soft and sweet, but I quickly realized he wasn’t kissing me back.
Embarrassed, I stepped back. His rejection consumed me. I was mortified by my decision to throw caution to the wind, and put myself out there. Look where it got me. I wanted to run from this nightmare and dive into the water, so I could swim home or drown myself in my own misery. In this moment, I would do anything just so I didn’t have to turn and face him again. I was startled when I felt his hand snake around my waist. He gruffly yanked me toward him, gripping both of my hips, and lifted me onto his lap. I linked my legs around him, pressing my core onto his very erect manhood. It unnerved and excited me to realize he wanted me just as much as I did him.
He crushed his mouth to mine, devouring me with a single kiss. His tongue thrust past my lips as I eagerly opened for him. Our tongues met in an un-choreographed dance: tangling, tasting and exploring each other. He tasted of tobacco, beer and danger, a most delicious combination that enticed and seduced me. My body was overwhelmed, ready to combust, as his rough hand ran up and down my leg before slipping beneath my dress.
He tore his mouth from mine, dragging his tongue down my neck to my collarbone. Desire pulsed inside of me right down to my very core.
I dated William for three years before I let him get this far, yet I knew Cash for all of three minutes and I didn’t care that he was touching me so intimately. I never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him. He continued to run his hand up my leg higher and higher till I felt his finger hook in my panties and thrust them aside. I gasped at his brazenness, but made no effort to stop him.
“Are you wet for me, Sunshine?”
I nodded, too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak.
“How wet are you?” he asked. “Tell me.”
I shook my head no, and bit my lip. I didn’t do dirty talk. I didn’t know how. Besides, it was too embarrassing to say those things.
He dipped his head to my neck, sucking and biting at the sweet spot that only served to fuel my desire. His fingers laced in my hair, and he pulled my head back. “Tell me,” he demanded his voice rough and seeping with want. He swiped his tongue up to my ear. “I want to hear you tell me how wet you are, Sunshine.”
Holy cow. I needed more. I was torn between embarrassment and want, as I found myself moaning, “I’m…I’m…so wet.”
“Good girl,” he said, and rewarded me with a thrust of his finger into my wetness. My entire body arched back, and he took full advantage, dragging his hand between my tits. He yanked the strap of my dress off, and pushed my bra out of the way, dipping down and taking my already pebbled nipple into his mouth.
The combination of his finger sliding in and out of me, and his tongue swirling around the tight peak, sent me tumbling toward the edge. I leaned back into the handlebars, loving the feel of the cool metal on my skin, reminding me how exposed I was out here where anyone could stumble upon us. In this moment, I didn’t care. Raw, unbridled hunger took over throwing all common sense away. I just wanted to keep feeling the delicious sensations assaulting me.
“Mmm,” he groaned as he took my nipple between his teeth, tugging, sucking, and nipping. His hand wrapped around my back, and he pulled me up. My hands gripped his back and my fingers dug into his worn leather vest. His lips kissed a fiery path down my neck. I rocked into him, and, my God, he was so hard beneath me.
I wanted to feel his cock in my hand more than anything I ever wanted. So, I reached for his zipper, but he snatched my hand away, leaving me confused. “You sure you want to walk on the wild side, Sunshine? Once you do, there’s no going back.”
A light rain started to fall, and I let my head drift back to feel the cool droplets on my warm face. I brought my head up, my eyes heavy with lust, and locked on his gaze. “I don’t want to go back.”
“What do you want, then?” he asked, biting my earlobe and causing me to press harder into him.
“You,” I breathed.
A smirk broke at the edge of his mouth. “I need you to be more specific.”
Heat flared in my cheeks as my lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, I found myself panting like a dog in heat, as I pleaded with my eyes for him to keep going.
He pushed two fingers back into me, and I bucked as the delicious waves of ecstasy devoured me. He thrust in and out, a relentless assault that had my nails digging deep into his leather. Too heavy with want and need, my head fell onto his shoulder.
Warm breath skated across my ear, mixing with the cool wet raindrops. “I can stop,” he stated coolly.
“No!” I screamed, unable to control myself as he worked me toward the brink of explosion. “Don’t stop,” I begged like some pauper desperate for a meal. I was desperate for his touch, for the feel of his lips on my body as they devoured and consumed me. But, most of all, I wanted to feel him turn me into a dirty little girl by pushing his big hard cock inside of me.
“Then tell me what you want,” he taunted, as he pulled his fingers out of my throbbing pussy.
Heat coursed through me, rising up my necks and into my cheeks. “I want you…” I bit my lip, trying to find the courage within to be the girl he wanted me to be. To be the girl I wanted to be. “I want you inside me,” I managed, and it was liberating. “Please,” I begged.
He lifted me, and ripped my panties off. He took them in his hand and smiled. “White cotton. I should’ve guessed,” he said, before wadding them into a ball and pushing them against his nose and deeply inhaling my scent. Shock ran ramped through me as I watched. “Sweet, just like I thought.”
He pulled a condom out of his back pocket then shoved my panties in. He unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang free. It was longer and thicker than anything I had imagined. I dabbed my lips with my tongue as I waited for him to slide the condom on. I yearned for what was to come. My body was on fire, and my mind was racing as a million thoughts flashed into my head of what to expect. I honestly didn’t know what it was going to feel like to have him fill me. I was a little worried he wouldn’t fit, but that didn’t matter, because the one thing I did know was that I never wanted anything so badly in my life.
“Hop on,” he growled, and I hesitated. I’d never been on top. Cash was right. I’d only had sex missionary. I was predictable and boring and so out of my league right now. I never took control, and I had no idea how to ride a cock. I also never took off with a strange man, and let him touch me in a way I’ve never been touched before.
I came home from college looking for a change. Shaking up my perfect little life with Cash was exactly what I needed. So, without a moment’s more hesitation, I slowly lowered my throbbing wet pussy down on to his hard, thick cock. Just as his tip pushed past my entrance, he forcefully pushed down on my shoulders and impaled me.
Having him fully seated inside me felt like an eruption, as white-hot curr
ents of electrical shocks pulsed through me, triggering a need so desperate, so violent I lost total control. I rocked my hips back and forth, trying to get him deeper, if that were even possible. I wanted to savor every hard inch and relish in the way it made me feel.
His fingers curled around my hips, and he held me in place, as he thrust into me over and over. My hands gripped his shoulders frantically, holding on for the ride, as he destroyed every last bit of my innocence.
“Fuck, Sunshine, you’re so goddamned tight,” he groaned against my ear as his big, rough hands clamped onto my thighs, and he pulled me back and forth to match his intensity.
The rain picked up, pouring down on us, but we didn’t let it break our pace. If anything, it urged us to go harder, faster.
Cash bent his head and caught my nipple between his teeth, causing a shocked cry to spill from my lips. I held his head, knotting my fingers into the long strands of hair. My breathing picked up, moans of pleasure flowing out of me, and making it almost impossible to catch my breath.
“I want you to come for me, Sunshine. I want your sweet juices all over my dirty cock.”
No one had even spoken to me so crudely, but his words enticed me, making me want everything he had to offer. I continued to rock against him as his hands dug deep into the soft flesh of my ass. My skin became sensitive beneath his touch, a weird combination of pain that gave way to pleasure.
I felt a quickening deep in my belly, and, with one sweep of his thumb across my clit, I burst apart. Convulsions wracked my body as the most intense feeling of pleasure I ever felt consumed and overwhelmed me. My head was swimming in an abyss of stars and fireworks as Cash continued rubbing my clit and sucking my tits. I fell against his rock hard chest, trying to get control of my breathing, as my pussy continued throbbing and pulsing around Cash’s hard cock. He pulled his cock out of me, and got off the bike, lifting me with him. He turned me so I faced the seat of the bike, and I had no clue what he was doing. He didn’t come yet, and I couldn’t imagine that he would stop without satisfying his own needs.
He walked behind me, and grabbed hold of my hips. “Hold on to the bike, Sunshine,” he commanded as he thrust into me with one swift stroke from behind. He started pounding into me, and delivered blow after mind-numbing blow. I held on for dear life as he continued thrusting in and out of me at an incredible speed, my body too satiated to do anything else. My belly burned and legs shook, as another body pulsing, mind-blowing orgasm pushed its way to the surface.
My muscles tightened around his cock, and he screamed, “Oh, fuck!” His fingers flexed, turning into a death grip on my hip as he thrust into me one more time as I felt him come with the force of a volcanic eruption.
He kept pushing into me in short little bursts, as he continued emptying himself into me. I prayed the condom would hold because it seemed like he was filling it beyond capacity as his cock kept pulsing inside me and emptying his seed.
Finally, he collapsed on my back, his breath hot and heavy against my wet skin. He stayed there only moments before standing and cleaning himself up.
“Get dressed,” he said, and I don’t know why I was surprised. He didn’t seem like the cuddling type, but I hoped for something a little more than just a hard fuck. Not that I didn’t enjoy it. Truth be told, it was the most mind-blowing orgasm I ever experienced. Still, I thought maybe he would end with a sweet kiss. Not the wham bam thank you ma’am, get the fuck off me attitude he was displaying.
Pissed off at his brashness, I angrily pulled my dress back into place, and went to grab my panties from his back pocket when he abruptly snatched them away.
“I’m keeping these,” he said, pulling them onto his handlebars. “Now get on.”
He started the bike up, and I wrapped my arms around him, accepting that this was the closest thing I was going to get to after sex cuddling. I told him where to drop me off, and we took off into the night. Other than the roar of the bike, and the thoughts running through my head, the ride to my house was silent. I was going crazy because I wanted to know what Cash was thinking. Did he enjoy the sex we just had, or was I just another notch in his long list of one-night stands?
When we got a block from my house, I motioned for him to pull over. I held on for a second longer, savoring his hard ridges and tobacco and leather scent. Finally, I let go and got off the bike.
“Thanks for a good ride, Sunshine,” he grinned and put his foot up on the bike, ready to take off. Before he could pull away, I jumped back toward him.
“Where can I find you again?”
He smirked. “I’ll always be in your dreams, baby.”
Cash
I leaned under the hood of a Toyota Corolla, and tightened the alternator. The customer was picking the car up in two hours, and I was behind on getting the damn thing done. Kade, my best friend and member of the Righteous Outlaws, walked over.
“We have business to take care of,” he said, and let out an exaggerated breath.
“Surprise, surprise. What the fuck is it now?” I asked. It was always something with the club. And, though it was my life and I would drop everything for it, I hated leaving things unfinished. I tightened the belt tensioner, and wiped the grease onto a dirty shop rag.
Kade cracked his knuckles one by one with his thumbs. “Found out there’s someone dealing in our territory. I set up a deal to teach him a lesson. Since I have no fucking clue who this guy is, I just need a little back up in case.”
“Do you think it’s the Montamos?”
“Not sure, but I doubt it. They’d be pretty fucking stupid to step into our land.”
“Doesn’t mean they aren’t,” I said, knowing damn well that it wouldn’t be the first time. The club had been battling the Montamos for territory as far back to the original days as I could remember. Back when my Dad and his friends started the charter.
Montamos was the reason for the formation of the Righteous Outlaws. They came into our town and destroyed it. Made people scared to walk the streets, and even shop locally. Nick made a deal with the sheriff: he turned his cheek to the club’s business ventures, and the club would protect the town from the likes of the Montamos, or any other club who tried to weasel there way on our turf.
It was an unwritten contract, sealed with a handshake twenty-five years ago, and neither side had breached it yet. Montamos, though, sure had kept us busy, doing everything in their power to try and get their grubby hands back into Black Hills. The only way we would let that happen was over our dead bodies.
Kade nodded, knowing the same shit as me. “Anything is possible, which is why I need the back up.
“Let me get Miles to finish up here. I’ll meet you out front.”
“Thanks, brother,” he said, before heading out the open garage door to the parking lot. He didn’t need to thank me. I would do anything for my club, and for my brothers, especially Kade. I’d known him since high school. His old man skipped out on him freshman year, and he spent most days at my house. My dad treated Kade like he was his own. We didn’t need blood to prove we were family. Though, Kade shed blood for me. Took a bullet to the leg that was meant for my head, and would’ve ended my life. If a situation ever arose where the tables were turned, I would do the same for him. It’s what we did. How we lived our lives. We protected family and what was ours. Always.
Miles came in, running a comb through his dark hair, before shoving the comb into his back pocket. He was the sergeant at arms of the Righteous Outlaws and also the best mechanic we had at Daly’s Dealers.
“Trying to look pretty for the cars?” I asked, smacking him on his chest.
Nope, for you,” he said with a wink, then puckered his lips and came at me. I got him in a headlock and messed up his hair.
Miles might’ve been a few years older than me, but mentally he never really got past sixteen. He was a smartass with a sick sense of humor that we all just laughed off. Those that didn’t know him were usually offended by his antics. I’ve lost count of how many
times I had to bail his ass out of a bar fight because he said something stupid.
I pushed him away, and pointed to the car. “Just needs an oil change.”
“Got it. By the way, what happened last night? Phil said you’d be back, and you never showed.”
“Got tied up,” I said, and kept it at that. Not exactly sure why I didn’t want to share the details of my night since I was always the first one to share my sexcapades. There was something about Sunshine that made me want to keep her to myself.
“So did I, thanks to you! Fucking Mindy is a goddamned freak. She was waiting for you, but, since you never showed, I jumped on it.”
“You can have her,” I said. Mindy was just another whore who I had fucked a million times over. She was boring at this point and couldn’t compare to what I had last night. I always assumed a pussy was a pussy, no matter who it was attached to, but Sunshine made me wonder if that were really true. Fucking was a goddamned sport for me, and I was an All-Star, but fucking Sunshine was like being in an entirely different league.
“Good because I’m seeing her tonight. Hey do we have any duct tape?”
“Wh…” I stopped myself when I saw the perverted look on his face. “You know what, I don’t want to know. In the bottom drawer of my tool chest.”
I tossed the rag in the bucket with the rest of them, and headed out to meet Kade. He was by his bike, staring down Sienna from across the way. Out of all the pussy in town, he wanted the only one he couldn’t have: the president’s daughter.
I tapped his shoulder as I approached, and he dragged his eyes away from Sienna, who was bent over a car writing down a VIN number. She was fucking hot, I’d give him that, but not enough to risk your life for it. Nick wouldn’t fucking hesitate to put a bullet in his, or any of the guys’, heads who stepped foot near his daughter. He was protective as all fuck over her.
I could’ve told Kade to let it go and move on, but why bother? I had already tried, time and time again. The guy didn’t get a fucking hint. Instead, he fucking pined over something he knew he couldn’t touch, suffering like a pathetic pussy-whipped idiot who wasn’t even getting any pussy.
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