Ignition (BBW Alpha Male MC Biker Romance)

by Beaunoir, Ashlee

  Victor whistled. Now there is a girl that seizes the day and puts its nutsack in a jar as a trophy, he thought to himself.

  Curtis Ross

  She was like an animal. After helping Victor to set the remains of the damaged house alight, she scanned her head upwards to see the blaze stretch to the sky and savored the wave of heat hitting her in the face. She watched with hypnotic fascination as it grew and engulfed the whole house within a few short minutes. Hearing it crackle and burn under the intense temperature, a thrill of power swept through her. And oddly enough, pride. She was no longer Olivia, the timid, dull and dumpy wallflower. Now she was Olivia, Supreme Wicked Badass. On the way back home, a reckless impatience overtook her. Olivia felt her skin prickle as the continual zing of adrenaline shot through her system, causing her heart to accelerate. She watched Victor silently driving home in quiet contemplation and squirmed in her seat, thinking of the things she wanted from him.

  And now, here she was, on top of him. Riding him to freaking mindfucking oblivion. The restlessness she had in the car worked its way to unbearable levels when they reached her house. Once inside the door, Olivia couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed at his shirt, raining his neck and chin with kisses and small bites. Victor took her in his arms and let his tongue slip down her neck to the valley between the top of her breasts. He grabbed an enormous handful and started massaging through her bra. The feel of his firm demanding touch caused her legs to buckle slightly in response. Victor felt the sudden shift in her body and caught her, his other hand supporting her rounded ass. The muscles in her core tightened as she felt her body tense in preparation for him. Moist liquid heat escaped her tight pussy, dampening the fabric of her lace underwear. Victor moved his hand up to the hem of her pants to roughly pull them towards the ground. His fingers played with the lace overlay of her panties before heading downwards to sweep a bold finger across her slit. He felt her warmth as his fingers tested her damp entrance. He uttered a brutish growl of male satisfaction as he spread the wetness of her over his fingers. His mouth closed over the top globe of her breast while he crudely stripped the panties down her legs.

  At his touch, her groans were muffled against the hot smooth skin around his muscular chest. She had to taste the sweat of his desire for her again, feel the electric sizzle of his skin against her searching tongue. She parted her legs so he could stimulate her more. Instead, he urgently guided her towards the staircase. They fumbled their way up it until they both collapsed in a hot mess on her bed.

  Olivia raked her nails across his belt as she whipped the leather strap out of the buckle. Undoing his pants, she snapped them down while Victor moved his hips around to help her peel them off him. Exposing his briefs, she reached inside and felt for his hard erection. Her hand pressed into it, in a slow series of seductive pumping compressions. Victor arched himself backward as her hand closed and squeezed around his throbbing shaft. She could sense the warm beat of his blood filling his massive member, and tightened her grip more, ever so slightly. Victor sucked the air in his teeth as he swelled to an almost oppressive pressure. Olivia’s hand slid to the base of his cock as she leaned in and sealed her lips airtight around his shaft. Olivia pushed her hand into his chest, directing him to fall back and lie down on the bed. With one arm bent behind his head in a relaxed pose, the other stroked her hair and held it in a rough ponytail as she glided her wet mouth up and down his rod. With her other hand curving and twisting up the base of his shaft to meet her descending mouth, she worked Victor into a near orgasmic high. He lifted his pelvis to meet her mouth and his palm secured the back of her neck to guide his pleasure. He groaned as her head bobbed up and down his penis, wet with a glittering sheen of her saliva that surrounded and ran down in small traces to the base. She stopped and grabbed the base of his cock.

  Straddling him, she held him in position. Teasing the head of his cock with the sensitive outer folds of her pussy. Raising it higher and rubbing the tip with the beaded precum along the nub of her clit. Victor exhaled with a frustrated male impatience. She had a predetermined talent at driving him to a lustful state of crazy. He grabbed her thighs and made a sharp upward thrust, aiming for her entrance. It hit its mark. Olivia moaned and crumpled over in a sudden sensation of ecstasy as his shaft bladed its way inside her. She felt the swell of him widen her inner space as the pull of him expanding her sent erotic thrills shuddering through her body.

  She gripped his tensed biceps and rocked instinctively over him, clasping forcefully onto him, and picking up speed. Olivia moved with ruthless abandonment. With free will gone, she had no other recourse. Her body demanded it. With every undulating move of her hips, waves of bliss washed over her, as she pinned Victor down to the bed and impaled herself on his shaft. Victor reached up with his hand and felt for the top cleft buried in her mound. He pushed his finger in and massaged the fleshy bud hiding within. Olivia bucked against his touch and gave out small short excited gasps. He felt her walls take further hold against him and the telltale tremors against his overstimulated shaft that she was about to climax. She slammed into him harder, letting him penetrate her as deep as she could allow him. Olivia gave out a loud sexy groan as she gave one last lunge backwards and arched her back slightly, sending out one last vaginal compression in one voltaic shivering orgasm, wringing out the last bit of his release into her body. Victor gasped and as he flexed his body into her and shot his molten load in her channel.

  He rolled off of her and grabbed at his pants that lay crumpled on the floor. He picked out the phone in his back pocket and touched in the passcode. Leaning back on the bed, and scrolling through it, a bitter grin washed over his face.

  “Curtis. You’re up next, buddy.”

  “You’re going after him?” she asked.

  “You betcha. If their name is familiar, I will be calling. And I remember, this guy was there. He saw my brother go down. He may not have shot him, but he knew he was double crossing us. He’s going to find out what it means to mess with the Colton brothers.”

  Olivia recalled the exhilarating rush she had when she poured out the gas can around the perimeter of the house and set it alight. She wanted that vibrant adrenaline kick again. “I want to go with you.”

  “You really want to do this with me?”

  “Of course. You’re a part of my life now. I love that thrill risk I get when you’re around. Ever since those letters, I imagined what it would be like, that experience of sharing my life with you, when you got out. And I want you to share yours with me.”

  Victor gave her a hard, doubtful look. “You sure? Because I’m not taking this guy out for tea. I’m taking him out for good. It’s going to be ugly. I don’t think you should be a part of that at all.”

  “Too late for that. I helped you wrap up the job on the clubhouse. I would do more for you, if I can.”

  “Olive pip, I think you should quit while you’re ahead. Before you get in too deep. It’s bad enough that you were at the house in the first place. But you weren’t involved in killing anyone. That won’t be the case this time.”

  “I could just ride with you in the van. And wait for you.”

  “It’s not a beer run, Ollie!”

  Olivia snapped a witty response. “Well, how are you going to get this guy? Does he know you? Does he remember you?”

  “Umm, yeah.”

  “So do you think he’s going to answer the door when you come knocking on it?”

  “No, I suppose not.”

  She critically examined his lack of planning. “So are you just going to barge into his house, guns blazing? See if you can sneak your way into the back? Do you even have a plan?”

  Victor gave her a frustrated sigh. He never liked anyone second guessing him. “Livs, do you have a point? Are you going somewhere with this?”

  She gave him a sly aside. “Yes, dear, in fact I do…”

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  With newly manicured nails, she pressed in the fancy brass doorbell. A light pleasant
chime sounded from inside the house.

  She heard a stiff voice answer. “Yeah, coming!”

  She heard footsteps pound towards the door. Opening it, she was faced with a man with several days of beard growth on his face, still wearing his bathrobe. She looked him up and down. Yup, he did look like he was still single. No wedding ring on his finger. Victor guessed and told her as much. Through the grapevine he had heard that this son-of-a-bitch was one of the horniest players in the rival club. He would be an easy first mark for the two of them. And Olivia volunteered herself up as the sexy bait. His bathrobe was loosely tied, showing a large triangle of a hairy chest and the elastic waistband of his blue boxers. The brown hair around his balding head needed a trim. His eyes drank in the sight of her half naked body. Good. Olivia smiled at him.

  She played with the light pink strap on her bra, turned her head down to gaze up at him, and licked her tongue over her top lip seductively. “I’m here on behalf of someone to deliver you a special message,” she said. Her hands went down to smooth the satin panties over her crotch. His eyes followed the downward descent of her motions.

  His voice caught in his throat for a minute as he gazed at her exposed skin and gradually drew his sight up again to her voluminous breasts.

  “Is this some kind of Strip-o-Gram or something?” he asked.

  “Maybe. You like the message so far?’

  The man gave a shy smile. “Yeah, so far it’s nice..”

  “If you want the personal delivery, you’re going to have to invite me in.” She leaned over a little so he could get a better view of her cleavage. His gaze fixed on her chest, hypnotized by the rounded globes overflowing in the cups that were too small for them and barely holding them in. She continued, “What do you say, do you want to see more?”

  His response was delayed, as the blood was currently not circulating in regular amounts to his brain, and was diverted to another direction. “Uhh, sure, ok,” he said as he opened the door wider to let her in.

  Olivia could hardly believe that her cheesy cliché of a plan was working so well so far. Victor was right. This guy was always up for an anytime, anywhere fuck. As she walked past him inside, her fingers slid across the naked exposed part of his chest. He closed the door, and locked it. She hung back and leaned against the cool wood of the front door. Dipping her hands under the neckline of his robe, she gently pulled him into her. She gave him a long slow deep kiss and reached around to grab at his waist. Her other hand inched down to silently fiddle with the door he just locked. She felt the snap of it in her hand as she turned it to an open position. His hands swept across her abdomen to touch the cleft in her pussy. She grimaced as she felt his touch through her panties. Pushing him slightly off her, she whispered, “Let’s continue this…somewhere else. Why don’t you lead the way?”

  He grunted in agreement and led her up the way to his bedroom. Grabbing at the open part of his bathrobe, she let herself fall backwards onto his bed, making the gravity of her descent take him with her. He tumbled on top of her in a messy lusty heap, grabbing at her chest and kneading them over her bra, his tongue searching for the bottom valley concealed between them. He groaned and pushed his groin against her pussy, all the while making small muffled grunts with his head buried in her chest. She reached inside the bathrobe and stroked his cock. He groaned again and pushed his hardness into her hand. She tugged it out from the window in his boxers and ran her curved hand up and down the length of it. She whispered in his ear, “Want to make things more interesting?”

  “Sure,” he grunted, moving his dick back and forth in her grip.

  “Ok, lie back and relax.”

  Curtis slowly leaned over and rested with his back on the bed, moving slowly so Olivia wouldn’t break the grip or constant rhythm she was applying to his erect cock. He hummed to himself as Olivia’s soft hands and solid grip worked its magic. He closed his eyes and raised his hips and started thrusting into her hand.

  “Nice so far,” he said. “How about I see what else those sweet little lips can do?”

  “Sure thing,” she said. “But first, before I fuck you with my mouth, I want you to do something for me.”

  “Absolutely. Anything.” He groaned as she flexed her hand a little more on him, and started caressing his sack with the other. “What you got in mind?”

  She left his balls for a minute to grab at the tiny purse she carried with her over her shoulder. Inside were a pair of handcuffs, with cheap pink camo fur lining the double and single strands. “I like my sex a bit kinked up. Could you wear these for me? It gets me all wet when a man kinda lays there all helpless in the heat of pleasure while I work over a nice big cock. They’re not real, anyhow. I got them from a joke shop in town. It just gives me enough of the illusion to completely get me off.”

  He eyed her warily for a minute. Until she took off her bra and rubbed the fake fur of the cuffs on top of her large pink nipples. His stare surrendered to her after he watched her face change to a look of pure bliss and she arched her back to push her breasts closer to his face. Her fake orgiastic party of one with the sex restraints was bought and sold in quick time. But not without a condition.

  “You sure know how to get me going. I’ll agree, but only do the one arm. I still want to feel up those nice titties of yours.”

  “All right, sounds like a happy compromise.”

  She gently wrapped her hand around his wrist as she clamped the cuff around it and tightened the ratchet over his wrist. She made sure there was little give with the space between the cold metal and the hard bone in his wrist. She secured him to the solid wood post on the headboard. He wasn’t going anywhere. Those cuffs were the real deal. She just dressed up the fakery with a little visit to the craft store for a bit of fake fur and a glue gun. Olivia leaned back, inspecting her work. She gave him another seductive smile.

  “I’ll be right back,” she said, as she shuffled off of him, leaving him with his now neglected cock sticking straight up into the empty air.

  The sex haze quickly left Curtis, replaced with some moderate concern. “Where you going?” he asked, almost pleading with her. She was leaving him hard and horny, explanation unknown.

  Olivia nimbly jaunted down the stairs. Victor was waiting quietly for her at the foot of the stairs, inside the house. He silently entered and listened for his cue to call him into action. She smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

  “He’s all yours now,” she said confidently.

  Victor softly and grimly padded up the stairs. Olivia timidly followed behind him. She was morbidly curious, but not entirely sure at that point whether she wanted to see what happened next. Epinephrine pumped through her veins and her nerves fired up with the anticipation and dread of what was going to happen next. At that moment, she was totally living in the now, more so than she had ever remembered feeling in her life. She knew what was going to happen next, and was still debating whether she wanted to be a spectator on the following events. She watched as Victor entered the room, her heart thumping in her throat.

  Curtis’ eyes filled with terror as the sight of Victor filled the doorway to his bedroom. He started rambling in fear.

  “No, no, no ,no,no…”

  His words were cut out by a strangled cry. Olivia’s view of Curtis was blocked out by the figure of her just –out- of- prison boyfriend hunkered over his trapped victim. She could see his free arm flailing and weakly hitting Victor’s arm as he began the determined process of cutting off the air in his windpipe. Hearing the choked sounds of distress, Olivia turned away and jolted down the stairs. She didn’t want to see anymore. Victor was right. It was very ugly. She guessed she didn’t have the intestinal fortitude for it after all.

  She sat in a chair downstairs and waited for him to finish. It didn’t take him long. Victor slowly plodded down the stairs, with a severe look to his face.

  “It’s done,” he said, all emotion drained from his voice. “I’m going to get the keys to his car.�
�� He tossed a set of keys to her, which she caught in the air. “I want you to follow behind me in the van.”

  She silently obeyed him and walked out of the house and got behind the steering wheel in the van. She saw the garage door of the house open, and an old red Mustang backing out of it. Victor made sure the garage door closed before driving away. Olivia drove the van close behind him, and kept her speed close to his, trying to keep to no more than one or two vehicles between them. Finally they left the main roads as Victor headed towards some of the county back roads. Soon enough, they were on dirt roads again, leading into farm fields and wooded areas. Victor pulled into a narrowed stretch of dirt road that led to a corn field. A gate in front of it blocked the way. Victor got out of the car and swung the gate open, then drove through it. A deep gutted dirt road parallel to the cornfield led the way to an open clearing of long grass surrounded by large trees. Victor suddenly gunned the car into the medium sized clearing and stopped in the centre. He opened the driver’s side door and got out. Victor walked towards Olivia in the van.

  “Ok my little firestarter, you can do me the honor again if you like,” he said.

  “It’s a perfectly nice car. Why would you want to set it on fire?” she asked.

  He opened the trunk of the car. “Because our victim is inside. I wasn’t going to leave him inside the house, where it’s obvious he’s been killed. I want it a bit more ambiguous.”