Defy Me

by Gracelyn LeGrand

  DEFY ME

  Hell’s Highway MC

  Gracelyn LeGrand

  Text copyright 2014 Ellery Stark and Gracelyn LeGrand

  All rights reserved.

  DISCLAIMER

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are purely a work of fiction and used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  MATURE CONTENT

  This short story contains sexually explicit material and is intended for persons over the age of 18 only. By downloading and viewing this book, you are stating that you are of legal age. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations of this story are intended to be at least 18 years old or older, whether they are described as such or not.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  For readers who aren’t afraid to take a magical journey with us.

  -Gracelyn

  CHAPTER 1

  “Come on in,” I whispered as I opened the screen door to my seedy motel room. “Be quiet. My co-workers are asleep next door.”

  Blaze flashed a crooked smile and tip toed inside. He slipped his muscled and tatted arms around my waist and with minimal effort spun me around to face him. He pushed his mouth onto mine, but I pushed him away leaving a mix of whiskey and menthol cigarettes on my tongue.

  “Hold on,” I said.

  An hour earlier, we had met at the biker bar across the street from where my co-workers and I were staying. Tess, Raquel, and I were all hairstylists in town for a tradeshow. A little procrastination on my part left us with very few options as far as hotels went. We were stuck with picking from various rats nests or having to break the bank with a credit card busting five star hotel. Not wanting to shell out $400 per night for a room, we ended up at a sketchy little hole-in-the-wall by the airport for a fraction of the price of the nicer place. As long as it was bedbug free, we all decided we’d live with it. Besides, we were only in town for a couple of days.

  Blaze wasn’t the kind of guy I’d typically go for, but I was pretty sure I would never return to Tulsa, Oklahoma for any reason ever again. I was also fresh off a breakup and craving some sort of man’s touch or at least attention of some sort. Blaze was a biker who rode with the Hell’s Highway motorcycle club. They seemed pretty rough around the edges and a little scary, but this was going to be a quick, one night thing plus I was drunk, so I didn’t care.

  Earlier in the evening, Tess, Raquel and I headed to our respective rooms after dinner. By about 9:00 p.m., I was wide awake and feeling a little adventurous. I buzzed the girls and asked if they wanted to go across the street to the biker bar to get a drink. Both declined to my dismay, but it didn’t deter me from going anyway.

  After teasing my long blonde hair and ironing in some lose waves, I slicked on some cherry red lip gloss and added an extra coat of mascara to my curly lashes to make my green eyes pop. I slipped on a black push up bra and some tight skinny jeans and a low cut, black, silk blouse. I slid on my nude wedges for some extra height and was out the door.

  If my ex saw me now, he’d probably think I looked like a gussied up whore. He’d probably tell me I was begging to get fucked like a little slut. He was so prude for a guy. He should’ve thanked his lucky stars he was with a girl who loved sex as much as I did.

  From the minute I walked into the smoke-filled dive filled with drunk men in head to toe denim and leather, I could tell that a man in the corner in a black, leather jacket had honed in on me. I tried to pretend not to notice his eyes following me from across the room. He stood by the pool table, leaning against it with his pool stick in one hand and his other hand bracing himself on the table. His eyes didn’t leave me for even a split second. I found an empty stool by the bar and ordered myself a vodka cranberry and made it a double.

  Ten minutes later, no one had even so much as said hello to me, and I was feeling rather foolish.

  “Miss, would you like another drink?” The husky, balding bartender asked, wiping sweat from his brow with the same towel he had just used to wipe down the bar area in front of him.

  “No, thanks. I’ll be going shortly,” I replied. I felt like such a loser. Maybe I looked like I was trying too hard.

  “If I bought you a drink, would you stay?” the mysterious man from across the room was now standing behind me. I could feel the vibration of his words down the back of my neck. He was as close to my body as he could be without actually touching me.

  Startled, I jumped, nearly knocking over my empty glass.

  “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he smiled. His grin was almost devilish. There was something behind those dark eyes, but I couldn’t quite pin it down.

  “Maybe,” I replied. I suddenly went from feeling like a loser to feeling slightly adventurous. This was what I came here for after all. I just wanted a little attention.

  The bartender gave me another vodka cranberry, making it a double again, and I drank up.

  “I’m Molly,” I said. “Thanks for the drink, stranger.”

  “I’m Blaze,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. He was so intense, and his face was tanned and a little weathered from hours spent riding his bike on the open road. “Not from around here, are you?”

  “No, I’m from Seattle,” I lied. He didn’t need to know I was really from St Louis.

  “What brings you in here tonight all by yourself?” he asked. “This is kind of a dangerous place for a girl to come to all alone.”

  I debated in my mind on whether or not I should tell the truth. I just wanted some attention and maybe a little physical action if it were to go that far.

  “So?” he was getting impatient.

  I just shrugged and winked. I chose to leave it up for interpretation.

  “I see,” he said, flashing a million dollar smile. His teeth were flawless and his full lips framed them perfectly.

  I noticed many of the guys at the bar wore matching leather jackets with “Hell’s Highway” embroidered on the backs. They each had names on the fronts and various patches on the sleeves. Blaze’s jacket looked like some of the other guys’ jackets, but it was missing the insignia. Still, he was clearly with them.

  Blaze must be in their motorcycle gang, I thought. It was oddly arousing.

  I took a sip from my glass and gave him a once over. He was wearing tight, slim cut dark denim jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt and a black, leather motorcycle jacket. His dark hair was messy and tousled. He could’ve used a haircut, but as a hairstylist I tend to think that about everyone I meet. He could definitely pull off the mussed hair look though. I saw a hint of a tattoo peeking out from his v-neck top and another on the back of his neck.

  Blaze tossed back the remainder of his drink, and I noticed another tattoo of some sort on his wrist. The rest of him was so covered up, I couldn’t help but wonder what else was under those layers of clothing.

  “Wanna get out of here?” he propositioned me.

  It seemed all too easy, and it was what I came there for, so I smiled, stood up, and motioned towards the door. Blaze flashed a two second, cockeyed smile and followed me outside. The moment we got outside, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards
him. He pinned me against the brick exterior of the outside of the bar, towering over me, and started kissing my neck. He smelled like leather and a citrus, woodsy cologne. He worked his way to my ear and nibbled it a little before whispering, “I can’t wait to have you.”

  I could feel the burn of pleasure stirring in my panties and knew that we had to get somewhere private and fast.

  “I’m staying across the street,” I whispered. It was all happening so fast, but those were the best kind of hook ups in my opinion. I hated wasting time on bullshit and games.

  By the time we made it to my room and closed the door behind us, I lifted my top over my head revealing my supple girls just waiting to burst out of my black push-up bra. Blaze looked me up and down and unzipped his pants. He lunged at me like a hungry animal attacking their prey in the wild.

  “Wait,” I said.

  “What?” He said, pulling my bra straps off my shoulders. He wasn’t stopping.

  “Maybe this is a bad idea,” I objected. “I’ve never done this before. Fucked a stranger.”

  Blaze continued to unhook my bra as he said, “Sex with you could never be wrong.”

  “I don’t even know your last name,” I objected.

  “That’s what makes this so hot,” he said, reaching around to the back of my bra.

  Within seconds my bra was unhooked and flung across the room. He began unbuttoning my pants. He wanted me. For the first time in months, a man wanted me and wasn’t afraid to go for it. He wasn’t playing any games. I couldn’t help but secretly love the attention. It made me feel hot. Something my ex never did for me.

  “Release your inner bad girl tonight, baby,” he said as he kissed my neck. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

  Just as I was beginning to open up to the idea of just letting go, Blaze pulled back. He didn’t take his eyes off my body for one second as he lifted his shirt up and over his head. He was now fully naked and calculating his next move as he ushered us closer to the bed.

  Naked Blaze was nothing but a glorious mess of tattoos, scars, and pulsing, shifting muscles. He was definitely a stretch from my usual type which only made this even hotter.

  I decided to officially throw caution to the wind and unzipped my pants. I was going for the gold. He slid them down and gently pushed me back on the bed. He laid on top of me and kissed my lips, playfully tugging and biting and licking. I felt his cock on top of my pussy and it was all the tease I needed to get even wetter than I was before.

  He worked his way from my mouth down to my neck and stopping at my breasts. He sucked one nipple as his hand fondled the opposite breast. As the warmth of his hot breath left my breasts, the chill of the cool motel room air conditioning sent shivers through my body, which only intensified the experience.

  He kissed his way down my belly and used his hands to spread my knees.

  “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I said to him as I noticed where he was headed. My ex never liked to do that, and I got used to not having it.

  “Oh, yes I do,” he replied as his head lowered into my lady kingdom.

  Within seconds, his tongue was furiously and steadily swirling around my clit and pussy lips. It was the most amazing feeling I’d ever felt in my entire life. He licked it up and down, slow and fast, in and out, for what felt like forever.

  “Ah!” I shrieked. It just came out. I quickly covered my mouth with my hands in case any other shrills or shrieks decided to come out. These motel room walls were paper thin and my room was smack dab in the middle of Tess and Raquel’s rooms.

  Blaze was really getting into it and had my legs spread so far they were starting to hurt, but I didn’t care.

  “I love your pussy,” he said, between licks. “I could stay down here for days.”

  Without warning, I began to feel some intense electric waves down below, signaling what I could only assume was an orgasm. I had only had one with my ex, and it was many years ago.

  “Oh, my, ahh…” I whispered. “I’m going to-“

  Just like that, Blaze stopped.

  “Why did you stop?!” I exclaimed.

  Blaze repositioned himself on his knees and began rubbing his cock. His eyes were on my pussy the entire time and his devilish grin reappeared.

  “I’ve been waiting all night to fuck you,” he said, as he rubbed. He took his other hand and slipped one finger into my sopping wet puss. “The minute I saw you at the bar, I knew I had to have you all to myself.”

  He removed his finger and crouched over me. I felt the head of his generously sized member pressing at the entrance of my pussy. My clit was still throbbing from the amazing oral session, but now I was aching for some real penetration.

  “Fuck me,” I said. Who was this girl? Where did those words come from?

  “Now, that’s what I like to hear,” he smiled. And with one hard thrust, he was inside me.

  I didn’t realize how big he was until he was inside me. As his cock filled up and pressed against my pussy walls, I felt waves of pain and ecstasy all at the same time. It hurt so good.

  “Ah, ah, mm,” I heard myself saying. “Mmmm…”

  “You like that? You like my cock inside you?

  “Yeah,” I replied. “Fuck me harder.”

  He began power thrusting and the pain and ecstasy feeling intensified with each push. I could feel a buildup coming down there, when all of a sudden he pulled out.

  “What are you doing? Why did you stop?” I couldn’t believe it.

  He grabbed my arms and pulled me up and guided me to my hands and knees. I felt the head of his cock at my pussy entrance again, which was now throbbing with anticipation, and again he entered it with one hard thrust. It was electrifying. Now he was thrusting even harder and going even deeper.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” I sighed.

  He hunched behind me and grabbed my breasts with his hands, squeezing hard.

  “You like that?” he said between breaths. “Feel good for you?”

  “Yes,” I squealed. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Keep fucking me.”

  “You needed this didn’t you? You need my cock.”

  “Yes, I needed it.”

  “Uptight little prisses like you need my cock,” he said, thrusting. “I knew you were begging for it the minute I saw you tonight.”

  “Shut up and fuck me,” I said. It was the alcohol talking. There. I figured it out.

  His hips banged against my ass as he filled me as deep as could go. His thrusts picked up in speed and he moved his fingers around to my clit and rubbed it with great vigor.

  The combination of clitoral stimulation and the internal craziness going on was all it took to push me over the edge.

  “OOH! Ahhhhhhhh!”

  Blaze grunted from behind me, and I could feel him exploding inside me as his member pulsed. He gave one final thrust and then fell over on top of me, pinning me under him on the bed.

  We were both drenched in sweat and heaving.

  “That was amazing,” I panted.

  Blaze leaned down and kissed me with an unexpected tenderness. I was shocked at his gesture as I was under the impression it was purely a getting-our-rocks-off, one-time situation.

  “I have to have that again,” he said. “You are so tight. I need to break you in.”

  “Oh, um,” I was at a loss for words. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  “I’m serious. I have to have you again before you leave town.”

  “Maybe,” I said, trying to be nice. “We’ll see.”

  The truth was, I was only looking for a one night stand. It was pretty amazing though.

  He sat up and moved to the foot of the bed and gathered his clothes off the floor. He slipped on his jeans and stood up to zip the fly. I brushed the hair out of my face and mustered a breathy, “Thanks for that.”

  He turned around and smiled. “My pleasure.”

  His back which was covered in even more tattoos, was quickly removed from sight as he pulled his t-shirt over h
is head.

  I redressed as fast as I could and grabbed his hand to lead him out of the motel room. His calloused hands wandered around my body, copping one last feel around my breasts before the night was to end.

  As we passed through the kitchenette and living area, I noticed two dark shadows outside the door.