She reaches for the button on her pants, but I shake my head.
“Nope. Now the bra. I wanna see your titties jiggle when you take off your jeans, darlin’.”
A couple of the men sitting around the bar laugh at what I said, and it makes Jane blush.
Her hands change directions and reach behind her back to unhook her bra. Once it is loose, she slowly slides the straps down until her bra is hanging off her arms and then lets it drop to the floor.
Her tanned, creamy skin glows in the low lights. I watch with hungry eyes as her two little, rosy nipples pebble up from the cool air.
Jane doesn’t wait for my next command; she immediately unbuttons and unzips her jeans. I watch as she slides them down her toned legs until they pool at her feet before she steps out of them. Now she is in front of me in nothing but her thong, which I can see is already soaked with her juices. I can’t wait to bury my dick into her tight walls and fuck the world away.
She closes the distance between us and softly rakes her nails down my chest through my shirt. “What now, Hammer? Are we really going to do this here, or are you ready to go somewhere else?”
A lot of the guys would take her back to a room or a dark corner. I’m not a lot of the guys.
Reaching up, I smooth the wild, blonde hair back from her face until I’m fisting it at the back of her head. Holding her captive in front of me, I make sure we are on the same page.
“If you want me, then you’re gonna take me the way I wanna give it to you. Tonight, that means right here, right now, where everyone can see just how good you give it back to me. Nobody will touch you except me, but they’re gonna see every dirty, delicious thing I do to your body. That bother you? Because if it does, let me know now, and I’ll end this.”
I know her answer before she gives it to me. I can see Jane’s pulse point pounding wildly in her neck and the heat in her eyes. She wants whatever I want to give her because she knows it will be the best she has ever had.
Jane nods her head.
As I slide my left hand down the front of her body until I’m cupping her satin-covered pussy, I growl, “that little head nod isn’t good enough for me right now darlin’. Give me the words, or I walk away.”
After moaning my name, she says, “Fuck me, Hammer. I’ll take it however you wanna give it to me.”
“Now that’s what I wanted to fuckin’ hear.” Slamming my lips down on hers, I kiss her breathless. I taste her mouth good, because in a few seconds, she’s going to taste a whole lot more of me.
Letting her go, I step back a little and pick my bottle of beer back up. “Thong’s sweet, woman, but lose it.”
She shimmies her panties down her legs, and I use my foot to pull one of the leather padded barstools away from the bar. Jane looks at the barstool then back at me.
“Bend over it. I’m ready to play.”
She wastes no time bending over the barstool, bracing her hands on one of the rungs to get comfortable. She probably thinks I’m about to fuck her silly from behind. I’m not.
Walking to stand in front of her, I undo my jeans and push them down with my boxers until my cock is out and right in front of her face.
Jane’s eyes get big again, and she squirms a little on the barstool in excitement. When she looks up to my face, I can’t help the way the side of my lips kick up in a half-smile at her enthusiasm.
“Make it good, woman.”
She uses one of her hands to guide me into her mouth as I use one of my hands to pick my beer back up. The feeling of her hot, eager mouth sliding up and down my cock as I drink my beer feels like heaven. It doesn’t take long before my beer is empty and my hips are pistoning to fuck her face.
The prospect watching avidly behind the bar goes to grab my empty beer bottle, but I stop him. I promised Jane I would make it good, and I’m damn well about to start doing just that without losing her mouth.
Looking down at her face, I give her all the warning I’m willing to give. “You’re hot, Jane. I’m gonna cool you down.”
Taking the still cold beer bottle in my left hand, I brace my weight on the bar top with my right hand then bend over enough to slowly slide the neck of the bottle into Jane’s sopping wet pussy. She moans around my cock, and that’s all I need to know she enjoys the cool glass inside of her warm cunt.
I fuck her shallowly with both the bottle and my cock for a few more minutes to tease her. Either way, I know I’m not giving her enough in her mouth or her pussy. She will never get off this way, but watching her body tremble in anticipation lets me know she is so excited it won’t take much more.
I pull the bottle out of her first, bringing it to my face where she can see me lick her wetness. “You taste good, Jane.”
The moan she lets out is so good it damn near makes me come prematurely, but I manage to pull myself out and stop it from happening.
My brothers’ catcall and whistle at the show we are giving them, but Jane is so amped up I’m not sure she even notices.
I’m done with the preliminaries. Now it is time to get in and get us both off.
Pulling Jane up off the barstool, I spin her around and sit her back down, facing me. Pushing her gently backward until her back hits the rounded edge of the bar, I let her settle in. I pull a condom out of my back pocket, glove up, brace a hand on the stool next to Jane’s ass, and slam myself home inside of her saturated pussy.
She throws her head back and screams excitedly at the fast intrusion, which only makes me harder somehow. My thrusts are fast and merciless, the hard pounding causing her breasts to bounce wildly.
The walls of her pussy squeeze me, letting me know she’s close to coming all over my cock. I use my thumb to rub over her clit as I fuck her. It doesn’t take long until she is coming so hard I worry she may break my dick off with the power of her grip.
I feel the tingling at the base of my spine, so I pull out of her body again.
Her pussy is one of the tightest I have ever had. I know from past experience her ass is even tighter, and that is where I plan on finishing.
Jane is swaying on her feet, panting and glassy-eyed with pleasure, as I hold her up with one hand and move the barstool out of my way with the other. Turning her around, I place her hands on the bar then gently kick her legs apart so she is exactly where I want her.
She has one of the finest asses in South Beach: lush, round, and totally spankable. Palming each of her cheeks, I spread them wide to reveal all of her to me. Then, dipping my fingers inside her pussy, I push them in and out until they are soaking wet with the cream from her orgasm. I then slowly push one of my fingers against her rosette until it gives, and my finger surges in.
She jumps up to her tiptoes at the invasion but moans wantonly. I pump inside of her darkest depths until she feels loose enough for more, and then I add another finger. Continuing this process, I work her over until I have three fingers pumping in and out of her ass. This is as ready as she is going to get for me.
Pressing against her back, I drive my dick into her pussy again to get it as wet as I can then lean over and put my lips to the shell of her ear. “You gonna let me take that ass, darlin’?”
She nods her head wildly, but that isn’t enough for me. Once again, I want the words.
I use my teeth to nip her earlobe then growl, “Tell me what you’re gonna give me, Jane.”
“My ass!” she wails desperately as I sink myself repeatedly into her cunt.
“What do you want me to do with your sweet ass?” I murmur back.
“Fuck it! Please fuck my ass, Hammer!”
“Damn straight, woman.”
I pull myself out of her pussy then place the tip of my cock at her rosette as I pull my fingers out. I don’t wait for her to close up again before I push myself in carefully. I would never hurt a woman who trusted me enough to be this intimate with her. However, I will do my best to turn her inside out until the edge of pain mixes with pleasure.
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I keep pushing slowly until I am seated completely inside of her then give her body time to adjust.
Looking up, I have no doubt that every brother’s eyes are glued to the sexy blonde. It feels good to cut loose and get lost in a woman who is open to being wild.
As Jane’s body relaxes around me again, I feel the tightening and throbbing in my balls. It won’t be long now before I am done, and I want Jane to get off one more time before I do.
My eyes land on my empty beer bottle in front of her, and I know it is exactly what I need. Grabbing it, I guide Jane’s hand around it and then move it down until it is poised at the apex of her legs.
She begins rocking her body against me and murmuring all sorts of incoherent things as I use her own hand to guide the bottle back into her body as I did before.
“Please, Hammer. Oh, God, please!”
Putting my lips at her ear, I demand, “Tell me what you want again, Jane.”
As I quicken the strokes of the bottle inside of her while still inside her ass, she screams, “Fuck my ass, please!”
“Hell yeah.”
I pull out to almost my tip and plunge back inside her, riding her while making sure she keeps the bottle moving inside her pussy so I can feel it rubbing up against me through her thin walls.
My balls draw up tight to my body, and I fight the need to come so I can push Jane over the edge before I explode inside her. My strokes start coming a little harder in my desperation, but I know I’m not hurting her, because she is moaning about it being the best of her life.
Just when I start to wonder if I’m going to be able to get her off again, Jane goes rigid in my arms and screams out in ecstasy.
My dick can’t take the vise of her muscles around me. It pushes me over into my own orgasm that is so hard a buzz sounds in my ears, and I think I might go blind from the pleasure. Yet, somehow, I manage to hold myself.
We are both breathing raggedly, and Jane’s entire body still trembles from her back-to-back releases.
Once I catch my breath, I push myself up and off her, making sure not to move away in case she’s unable to hold herself up. Pulling the condom off my cock with one hand, I tuck my cock back into my jeans with the other hand, and then back up, but when Jane sways, I reach out so she doesn’t fall to the floor.
I can’t help myself. I laugh that I have basically fucked her stupid.
Holding her steady, I turn at the waist and throw the condom in the open trashcan behind me before turning back around and pulling her up until she rests against my chest. “You okay, woman?”
Through her shallow, little gasps for air, I hear her mumble somewhat incoherently, “I think I saw Jesus!”
Confused but definitely more than amused, I turn her around to face me. “You think you saw Jesus?”
Her head bobs up and down almost drunkenly. “Well, at least, I hope I did since I’m pretty sure I just died and went to heaven. You’d wanna see Jesus then, too, right?”
I throw my head back and laugh.
The woman is a little nutty, but a damn good time.
She pulls away from me and wobbles on her feet for a second before finding her footing. Bending down, she scoops her clothes up in her hands to hold them against her chest like a shield and then turns back to me.
Giving me a saucy smile, she says, “You’re one hell of a man, Hammer. Let me know if you ever change your mind about having an ol’ lady, because whoever makes it there with you is one hell of a lucky lady.”
Not giving me a chance to respond, Jane turns around and sashays her ass to the restroom, ignoring all the rowdy bikers throwing catcalls her way. Somehow, even though she just fucked me in a room full of bikers, the woman still manages to hold up her head with a sort of class I’m not sure any other broad could pull off.
Jane might think I’m one hell of a catch, but the thought goes both ways. Whoever lands Jane Jackson one day will be one lucky motherfucker. In another time, another place, maybe we could have been more, but she’s not it for the long run with me.
Hell, I’m starting to wonder if there is a woman out there who has what it takes to be in it for the long run with me. Not that I want an ol’ lady, but as the saying goes, never say never.
~Desirae~
In the two days Suzie has been here, her behavior has gone from strange to downright paranoia. When I got home last night, she had the deadbolt secured, the chain in place, and she had even set my alarm while she was inside. I mean, sure, I have the at-home feature where the alarm is on, but I can move around the house freely without tripping it. If someone were to set off the window settings or I pushed my panic button, the alarm is ready to go off to emergency services, but who actually uses it? Not me … ever.
My sister knows how in-depth my security system is, so what is going through her head that she feels she needs that kind of protection?
Typically, when we visit, we stay up late into the night, talking, but not this trip. Also, we have been sleeping in, which is unusual for my sister. It is her vacation, though, so I try hard not to over-think it. She has kept to herself except the first night we went out.
She’s got me worried, and I’m going to try to stick as close to her as I can while she’s here with me in an attempt to figure her out. My inner Nancy Drew wants to come out and play investigator.
When I hear her come out of the guest room and move into the kitchen, I make my way out to join her. At my movement, she jumps.
Grabbing her chest, she looks at me in sheer panic. “What the hell are you doin’? You should be at work.”
“I didn’t mean to startle you. I took the day off so we could go out.” The club is good to me, so calling off my sessions today was no big deal.
Immediately, her face pales. “I’m not feeling well. Go to work. I’ll stay in and rest.”
“Then I’ll stay in and make you soup.”
She crosses her arms over her chest as if she is annoyed with me, but I can see her hands trembling. “Dammit, Des! I said go to work. I’m not going anywhere, and you don’t have to babysit me. I’m not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself.”
I take a step back as her words assault me. I am right. Something is definitely wrong. This is not my sister in front of me. This is a pale, scared imitation of her.
“What’s going on, Suzie?”
She huffs angrily. “I came here for a break. Is that not allowed?”
As sisters, we have fought before, but I can’t help the feeling that it is not me she’s trying to fight here.
I throw my hand up in the air in disbelief. “Slow down, sister. What is really happening here?”
I watch her eyes glass over in unshed tears before she takes a deep breath, pushing it all back, her features closing down as she masks every emotion. “Drop it, Des. I’m here for a few more days. Let me relax while I can. The less you know, the better.”
Frustration builds inside me and hurt consumes me. How can she shut me out? Me! Her flesh and blood. I feel like there is a gulf between us that is slowly getting wider and wider with every panicked breath she breathes and every denial she gives me. However, we have never had secrets between us, and I’m not about to start now.
“Suzie Sunshine,” I try using her childhood pet name to reconnect. “Don’t—”
“Don’t you!” she cries out, making her way to the guest room. “Drop it, Des. For your safety and mine, please drop it.”
Before I can follow her, she shuts the door, and I hear the click of the lock.
I’m left at yet another loss with her. What do I do now?
My mind races with unanswered questions. Is she in danger? She mentioned safety. Did someone follow her here? Does she understand that the Hellions would help her, protect her if I asked? What has baby girl gotten herself into?
I dress quickly after sending a quick text message to Tank, asking to meet with him. Then, double-checking the alarm, I leave my house with unease
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Pulling into the Hellions’ compound, I don’t hesitate to get inside the clubhouse and to the table Tank is occupying.
“Beer?” he asks as I sit beside him.
My eyes are as big as saucers at his question. “It’s not even ten yet; don’t ya think it’s a little early to drink?”
“Well, I’m not the one texting in such a panic I misspell words. I’ve seen a lot of shit over the years, Des. In all this time, you’ve never once asked to see me out of our scheduled training time. I figured you might need a drink; that’s all.”
I laugh, but it is not genuine. “I think my sister’s in trouble, Tank.”
He leans back in his chair as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. With his arms crossed over his chest, his tattoos seem to jump out at me.
Trepidation fills me. What if he won’t help me find out what is wrong with Suzie?
“Trouble, huh?”
I nod at him and bite my lip, silently praying he will step in for me.
“What information do ya have?”
Hell, how do I answer this?
“Umm … I have a hunch, a feeling.”
He throws back his head, laughing. “You called me out here over women’s intuition?” He leans forward, putting his elbows on the table and staring at me intently now.
“Well, you make it sound kinda stupid, but yes, it’s mostly a feeling I have.”
With a glare that would make some men cower, he says, “Tell me every detail. Leave nothing out, including your hunch and all those feelings you women have about everything.”
He is serious. He is going to help me. Whew!
Relief washes over me.
He looks at me intently. “Des, don’t ever doubt me or the Hellions. We’ve got your back … always.”
With a sigh, I begin. “I don’t have much, Tank. Suzie came here unannounced. She’s been on edge. Then, this morning, when I said I was spending the day with her, she freaked out. When I questioned her, she told me to drop it for my safety and hers. I think my baby sister is in some kind of trouble. I don’t have the first clue what kind, though.”
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