by Jordan Marie
“Have no idea. Thought he was sexy, but he seemed to be getting his jollies off messing with me, while his buddies laughed.”
Dani was silent, but I see her nod out of the corner of my eye. We go down the road about a mile or so before I notice the bikers are behind us. I can see stud in my rearview mirror, his shades covering his eyes. Damn he is sex on a stick.
“Don’t look now, but I think your play toy is following you,” Dani says, looking through her side mirror. I turn on the signal to cut down road 80, where the house we have rented is located. I can’t help but notice the bikers follow.
“Do you think we should be worried?” I ask, trying not to hyperventilate.
“Nah, it’s a long road, maybe they live on it, or maybe he just wants to tap your ass. Worse things could happen girl. Hell, it’s been forever since you got laid.”
She wasn’t wrong. I had been with two other guys. One was in high school. I was sixteen and gave my virginity to my boyfriend Marshall after prom. Both Marshall and the giving
away of my virginity were a mistake. The second was the last relationship I was in, with Tony, or as I affectionately referred to him, Tony the Tool. I sucked the big one at picking men.
We drive a little further along the road then turn up a dirt road on the right. It leads to the house we rented. We’d found it in an ad online and rented it just by the pictures. Apparently the pictures were old because the grass out front looks like it will go up past my knees.
Holy Splendor in the Grass, Batman!
“Shit,” Dani mutters, and I wholeheartedly agree.
I pull into the drive and park. We both get out, still in shock. I hear the sound of bikes, indicating they are following us in and somehow I’m not surprised, but I am still in shock over the house, so my attention is somewhat diverted. I am counting up the hours I’ll be stuck doing yard work and praying the house is in better shape than the outside, when tall, dark and studly parks his bike beside me.
“Nice place, Twinkie,” he says and at least this time the boys aren’t laughing.
I turn so I could face him. God, he is hot. Did I forget to mention that? Even if I didn’t, it sure as hell needs repeating.
“Listen, it’s cute how you cling to me and everything, but the first rule in Cherry Popping 101 is hit it and quit it. So really, we should say goodbye now.”
I hear Dani snort over the others laughing.
“You go barefoot in these weeds Mama and you’re liable to get snake bit.”
I roll my eyes. “I have shoes, plus last time I checked I was a big girl, so you don’t need to worry Daddy.” I open the car door, get out my flip flops and put them on my feet. I was giving him much more lip than I normally would. I wasn’t sure why, but I think it was because it felt like he and his men were laughing at me earlier. If you added that along with the fact he checked out Dani, who I could never compete with, while was standing right there…
“I’ve never liked that before,” he said resignedly, getting off his bike.
I take a step back now that he is standing beside me. I have to move away to try and get air or I would have swooned. It is a near miss, even then. “What’s that?” I ask, suddenly lost to the conversation. “Being called Daddy, but it might be hot as hell from you. Especially, if you scream it out while I’m spanking that ass of yours.”
Have you ever seen a goldfish jump out of its bowl and flap around? Its mouth opening and closing while trying desperately to breathe? I’m pretty sure that’s what I looked like. Then, he shocks me further by picking me up and walking me towards the house.
“Wait! What on earth are you doing?”
“Mama those things on your feet are cute as hell, but they aren’t going to protect you from snakes.” I hear Dani laughing and look over the guy’s shoulders to see her piggy back riding one of the other men. She’s having the time of her life, while I am confused, aroused and panicked. See? Totally different from Dani, damn it!
“Put me down! I’m too heavy,” I complain, feeling way out of my depth here. I have never been literally picked up by a man before, but especially by a man I don’t know. At my words, he shifts and turns me so I am hanging half over his back. His hand comes up and slaps me hard on the ass.
“Ow! What the hell was that for?”
“Quit talking about yourself like that. You sure as hell aren’t heavy,” he growls.
“I don’t even know you, you creep. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Spanking an ass I plan on tapping later,” he grumbles.
Gulp! I think this might be an oh-shit-moment, if ever there was one. What do you say to that? I mean I don’t even know him!
Jump him! Bad Nicole orders in my head.
She seems to be coming out to play more and more around this man, and I only met him thirty minutes ago! If that!
“There’s no way in hell!” I grow back, as he puts me down on the small cement square in front of the back door.
Liar! Bad Nicole chides.
I really need to find a way to slap that bitch.
“Oh yeah, there is Mama, and something else you should know.”
“I don’t want to know,” I grumble.
“Before I’m through you’re going to be begging me to spank you harder.”
My face jerks back like he had hit me. Seriously? Did he just say that to me? I would have argued, but he picks that moment to grab me by the back of the head and pull me to him. My hands come up between us, to try and pull away. He is too strong, or maybe I don’t really try. He slams his lips against mine, sliding his over them—possessively. I grind my teeth together refusing to open for him. His tongue teases along the inside of my bottom lip. It feels good. It feels divine, yet somehow I have the wherewithal to not open my mouth.
Because you’re stupid!
Bad Nicole should seriously go back into hibernation. Stud must have get impatient because I can feel his hand moving between us. It leaves a heated path through my shirt right along my stomach. His touch is gentle, but oh so commanding. I would be lying if I didn’t admit my resistance is melting. It so is, but in the end that doesn’t matter. His hand reaches up to my chest and he places that big, warm palm over my right breast. Moisture begins pooling in my panties and I can feel heat moving through my body and centering on all the pleasure receptors in my body. I am preparing to have them blown sky high when he twists my nipple between his fingers. The jolt of pain is so intense that it makes me gasp. It’s just the opening he wants. He pushes his tongue in my mouth, finding mine and teasing it, drawing it out to play with his. I am helpless to stop it. A woman would have to be dead not to respond to this man’s kiss. Our tongues dance and tangle. I can’t stop my moan that releases into his mouth. It’s a mere vibration, barely a whisper of a sound, but it gives him all the encouragement he needs. I know that by the way his thumb brushes over the erect nipple, soothing now, where he had inflicted pain on earlier. My arms circle around his neck as my body pushes in. I need to get closer to him.
I push my fingers into his hair, the texture abrasive and exactly as I imagined—only better. I’m trying to get his mouth closer, even though that is physically impossible. I want to devour him. The kiss turns up another notch—hell, another ten notches. His hands move down to my ass cupping it, kneading it and bringing me up his body. His hard cock pushes where I need it most. I’m not sure what would have happened next. I think I might have let him fuck me right there on the porch. I was that ready—that needy. I was more than willing to go there. Until the hoots and hollering from his friends start—crashing me back to reality. My body locks and I pull away, regretfully. I look into his warm dark chocolate eyes, and I have to catch my breath at the beauty.
His fingers bite into my ass. I realize then that I am I squeezing my thighs into the side of his, like a wanton hussy, but seriously that’s what he’s turned me into. I might as well own it. I push against his shoulders and release my legs so he can put me down.
Luckily, Bad Nicole is as speechless as I am.
Stud watches me and somehow his eyes get darker. Oh they looked good before, but now I melt, and from the sticky wetness between my legs I can honestly say I mean that literally. I tear my eyes away from him and look down at his feet. I feel heat enter my cheeks as the men with him keep ragging at us. He lowers me back onto the ground slowly, my heart pounding, beating hard and echoing in my ears.
I step back the minute my feet hit concrete. My fingers come up to my swollen lips, as the world begins to right itself. In the background I can hear the boys making comments. I’m sure it would embarrass me to death, but I can’t concentrate. I glance at him and then try to look away, but can’t seem to pull my gaze away from his face.
“You should come by the club tonight, Twinkie. Me and the boys are just right up the road. We could show you and your girl a real, good time.”
I blinked. My brain was addled. We? He didn’t mean that the way it sounded. Right?
“The club?” I ask confused, trying to focus my thoughts, but that is easier said than done.
“Yeah babe, me and the boys are the Savage MC. Our clubhouse is up the road about fifteen miles. Just take a left by the old barn and follow the road till it veers left...not that hard to find. We’re always looking for new Twinkies. You and your girl would fit right in. I’ll even make sure you enjoy it personally,” he adds twirling my hair around his finger.
“I... you....” I stop. I had been looking forward to this man blowing my mind, but I just didn’t think it would be like this. Damn him for telling me this! It makes me feel raw inside and it hurts. I can feel embarrassment flooding through me. I hadn’t been exposed to that kind of thing, but I do read romance novels. I loved reading Motorcycle Club erotica even. What girl didn’t? In my books, I had heard club women referred to as muffler bunnies, mattress monkeys, sweet butts, candy, club toys, and a million other things. They all rounded down to one word. Whore! I had never heard the word “Twinkies” used before, but I imagine it is one in the same.
“We could make all your hot little wicked fantasies come true baby...every last fucking one, no matter how filthy,” he leans down and whispers in my ear.
I pull away from him—like his touch burns, and damn it all to hell it does!
After three steps back, I look around to see his men in the background behind my car all smiling, leering and joking. I see Dani get away from the guy who had given her a ride. She walks behind me and Stud with a strange look on her face. She takes the key we had been mailed, opens the door and stands there waiting.
“What makes you think we’re looking to be Twinkies?” I ask evenly. I was proud of myself because you can’t hear the hurt in my voice.
“C’mon babe, no one lights up in a man’s arms as quick as you do unless she’s hot for it. No shame babe. You want to piss off your rich ass parents? You won’t be the first. Just so happens, this time I happen to like the idea of helping you make that goal.”
He sounds so cocky and looks so sure of himself. How could I have forgotten my earlier thoughts? Player...total player.
“Sorry to disappoint you Stud, but it hasn’t been my life’s dream to be a Savage chew toy. Also, I ceased to care what my parents thought of me a couple of years ago, when I pissed them off for the last time. You should run home now, I’m sure you have...Twinkies was it? Twinkies there to take care of all your wicked little fantasies!”
With that I turn around. I thought it was a good line. I am proud of myself. I can tell by Dani’s smile she was too. But, he won’t let it pass. He grabs my hand to pull me back around.
“You can’t deny what you were offering Mama. A man can only go by what you put out there.”
I take a deep breath. I pull my hand so he gets the message to let me go. He does, but he gives me a look that makes it plain he isn’t about to leave until we have this, whatever this is, out.
“First of all, if I remember correctly you started calling me Twinkie before I offered you jack shit. In fact, I don’t believe I have yet to offer you anything. So, please stop wasting my time and yours.”
He stands there silently looking at me like a thundercloud.
“Run along,” I say making a movement with my hand like I am scurrying away a dog. Heck, he is most assuredly a dog.
“Babe, that kiss you sure as hell offered fuck of a lot. And, you were definitely sending out those vibes earlier.”
“Oh my God! I was flirting! Women do that when they think someone standing before them is hot!” He grins, and I swear at that moment I want to slap the shit out of him. How can someone you just met make you feel such a range of emotions?
“And besides that,” I continue, before I gave in to the urge to kill him, “it was just a damn kiss.” I hold up my hand when he starts to argue with me. “It was a fucking kiss, nothing else! I
don’t even know your name for God sake!” I turn to the door when his voice stops me.
“Dragon.”
“What?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.
“My name is Dragon.”
“I seriously doubt that, but in either case it doesn’t matter as I won’t be using it.”
“Learn it, Mama. Trust me, you will be fucking screaming it out soon.”
I ignore him. I mean really, what can you say after that...especially when my body wants to agree with him. I make it inside the kitchen and slam the door. I lean against it and look at Dani. We stare at each other a minute and then Dani grins.
“So, that was interesting,” she deadpans. I look at her like she had just grown three heads. We hear the bikes start up outside and then slowly we both start laughing, as I sink to the floor on my ass.
2
Dragon
My boys and I pull into the club and I don’t talk. They’re still laughing their asses off, and hell, I would be too if it had happened to Crusher or one of the other men.
I stomp into the club, go to the bar and looking over at the prospect, I bark out “Jack!” He nods, puts a glass in front of me and pours it in. “Leave the bottle.”
He does as he’s told, and goes back to wiping the glasses and stocking the shelves behind the bar.
Crusher, my VP and best friend, saddles up on the stool beside me. He doesn’t talk but, I know he is dying to say something.
Crusher and I have been through some tough shit. He has always had my back and though I trust all of my brothers—two are closer to me than any of the others. Dancer and Crusher. I can’t depend on Dancer right now, but Crusher is someone special to me. We’ve forged a bond in blood and it will stand till the world stops.
“She’s a hot little piece,” Crusher says, as the prospect puts a glass down in front of him. He grabs my bottle and pours himself a drink. Bastard!
I grunt, finishing off my drink and pouring another one. My mind keeps flashing back to that kiss. That damn, fucking kiss and how it felt to have my hands full of that thick ass. I’m still hard thinking about her. I have screwed the pooch with the way I handled things. I wasn’t about to let go until I got my taste though, that was just fact.
She’s unlike anything I have ever thought of nailing to be honest. I mean she is sexy as fuck, but I never went for the rich bitches. Hell, I never go for any kind really. I nailed the pussy at the club and let it go. My life was too fucked up to think about attaching myself to one woman, and I sure as hell ain’t the type to date. I’m thirty-six years old, have never been on a fucking date, never imagined going on one, and I never will. In my life, you are lucky to be alive and survive, that’s the way it has always been and appears to be how life is made for me.
Nicole’s fucking shoes probably cost more than my bike. Not that it really bothers me. The club makes sure we all have a good fucking life as far as money goes, but I’m not into that high-brow shit and the last thing I need is a woman who is. In fact, it’d be best if I forget the bitch exists. Except, when I saw her standing at the gas station barefoot, with that luscious r
ound ass barely contained in her cut-off jeans, and those damned tits looking so juicy, I needed to get closer and that hasn’t changed.
When she started driving towards the club? I couldn’t help myself. I had to check her out further. The last thing I expected was the sucker-punch that kiss had delivered. I can still taste her on my lips and fuck me, I want a deeper taste.
“You gonna push it?” I know what Crusher is asking. What I don’t know, is how to answer.
“Fuck if I know,” I answer, honestly.
“Let me know if you don’t,” he says evenly. I look up at him. “Hey man. She’s damned fine.”
“She’s got trouble written all over her.” I’m not feeling his interest at-fucking-all.
“Yeah, but what a trip! Some things are worth the trouble man. She caught on fire for you. I’d like to see how deep that fire runs.”
I want to slam my fist in his head. How fucked up is that? Fuck yeah, she caught on fire. I was the lucky bastard who got to feel it. I was damned glad he hadn’t or I might have been forced to kill him.
“Hey Dragon, you looking for some company?” Tash asks, coming up behind me and hanging on my back.
Tash is a club whore and I have used her a few times. She’s clean and knows how to ride a man’s cock, which is about the only requirement of club Twinkies. She’s not much to look at in the face and her body is too damned boney to suit me, but she is tight when you get inside and that feels good.
I smile thinking about Nicole. The little spitfire doesn’t like the idea of being club pussy and I like the sass she shows. She’d be unlike any other woman I’ve dealt with.
“Nah, Tash why don’t you see to my brother here. I got things on my mind girl.” I watch as Crusher’s eyebrow shoots up and a smirk comes across his face. He knows what the fuck I am doing. I wanted him to tire himself out so he will quit thinking about Nicole. He laughs and the sound grates on my nerves.
Tash walks over and slams her lips down on Crusher’s. Crusher takes the kiss and moves his hand up under the barely-there, mini dress Tash has on, pushing it up so her naked ass is hanging out. Easy access is a must for club whores, most of our men don’t like waiting for it.