by Meg Jackson
“Hello, gorgeous,” he whispered, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
“Hello, stranger,” I whispered back. “When’d they let you out?”
“Couple hours. Thank your dad for me. I got community service, parole. I gotta stay in this dumpy city for a few years, I guess. Don’t know what I’ll do with myself,” he said, leaning in close, his stubble tickling my cheek. I pulled away, wanting to see him from head to toe. When I did, he grew concerned. “How are you? Are you…okay?”
I could only nod and fight back more tears. Happy tears.
“I’m fantastic, now,” I said, choking on my words. “What about your…your dad…?”
Boon held out his hand and I took it. He led me back to my car, sitting me on the hood. I’d worn a short summer dress, and the metal under my legs felt warm.
“Let’s not talk about my dad right now,” he said, brushing my hair away from my face. I bit my lip, naughty thoughts already percolating in my mind.
“Well, what do you want to talk about, then?” I asked, aware of the slight teasing in my voice. When did I become such a little sex kitten? And why did I like it so much?
Because he makes you feel sexy, and brave, I thought, answering my own question. It was true. There, that night, I felt like Boon was a pillar of courage, and that every moment we were close to each other a little more of his courage spilled into me.
“Well, maybe we could finish that conversation we started all those days ago, in your room,” he said, leaning in and gingerly lowering the straps of my dress. I hadn’t worn a bra; it was hot, the middle of summer, and too many layers only made you hotter. I watched him roll my dress down, revealing my milky-white breasts, full and curving in the darkness.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” I said, breathlessly, as he began to kiss along my neck. I closed my eyes, savoring each delicate contact between his lips and my skin.
Boon’s tongue slipped down my neck towards my exposed breasts, drawing a shudder from my body. His hands were underneath my breasts, fondling me gently. I was pinned to the car under him, his crotch rubbing against my dripping slit, as his mouth found my perky, erect nipples and began to tease them, one at a time, rolling around and then flicking them, then sucking them in.
When his mouth left one nipple, his fingers would take its place, toying with the nubs with slight yanks and twitches. My heart was racing as he began to grind his hips into mine, the button of his jeans creating friction against my clit through my panties. I was starting to heat up, my mind drifting away as he pleasured my body. His hands dropped to my waist, pulling me closer to him, as he pulled his head from my breasts.
He was smiling at me, grinning, that same grin that had started it all.
Leaning forward again, his lips met mine just as his hand dropped to my pussy, slipping down my panties. My slit jumped as his hand brushed against it, feeling my slickness as he led first one finger, then another, to my swollen clit. Oh god, after everything, all the anxiety and tension, I needed this. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues still entwined, as he began to slowly rub my clit, using my wetness to lubricate.
His mouth moved to my neck again, flowering kisses along my jaw and towards my ears. His fingers tweaked at my clit, a jolt of electric pain suddenly shooting through me, only adding to the glorious feelings. He nibbled on my earlobe, his hot breath seeming to enter me through my ear and flow down to my chest. I felt warm all over, ready; his fingers were moving slowly, too slowly, and I lifted my hips, pressing towards him, needing more. He pulled his hand away then, much to my dismay, and used his strength to push my hips back down against the car.
“Patience is a virtue,” he whispered into my ear. I moaned and pouted; I didn’t want to be patient. It had already felt like far too long. But as his lips met mine again, and his hand came to my hair, I thought I could wait a little while longer. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, teasing me, the taste of him intoxicating. I let my hands fall to his waist and pulled him in, tugging at his shirt, trying to pull it up.
He broke from the kiss and let me pull the shirt all the way off. He stood before me in all his glory, his lean, toned, ripped body begging for my touch. His tattoos seemed to gleam in the moonlight as my hands came to his chest, tracing the two guns once more. I drew my eyes towards his; he was looking down at me curiously.
I leaned forward, kissing him right in the center of his chest, slowly drawing my lips downwards, trailing my tongue down the line between his abs. He was so strong, his torso like steel. My hands came to his belt and I found myself desperately trying to unbuckle it, my desire pounding in my head, my impatience returning in a big way. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted to feel it throbbing in my throat. He pushed my hands away roughly, and when I looked up at him with another pout he chuckled.
“All right, all right,” he said, and unfastened his belt himself. I made quick work of the button, letting his pants fall around his ankles. His massive cock stood at attention before me; I never ceased to be amazed by the sheer size of it.
The head was swollen and purple as I let my hand trace the length of it, my fingernails just slightly raking along the tender flesh. He shuddered under my touch. It turned me on even more to feel him get turned on, and I leaned forward, planting my lips on the soft head. He moaned slightly as I let my tongue dance around it, flicking over the tip and then circling the rim. I sucked in, simultaneously moving my head further down his cock, taking it in inch by inch.
My lips felt like they might actually crack, but I didn’t care. I could taste his briny pre-cum as it leaked out, and swallowed it eagerly. I had to go slower than I really wanted to; I needed to coat his cock with my saliva in order to get it to ease down my throat.
I used one hand to spread my spit down the shaft; soon, I could feel the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, my eyes starting to water, my body reacting to the sensation of suffocation. I breathed raggedly through my nose and pressed further, feeling a strangely satisfying pop as his cock pressed even further down my throat.
I tried to swallow but couldn’t; my throat only managed to further massage his cock. But I couldn’t take any more; with a loud gasp, I fell backwards, catching my breath. In a second, I was back, my tongue dancing up and down the shaft as I started to bob eagerly up and down on his cock, loving the little groans he was making as my throat enveloped his dick.
I deep-throated him again, feeling him pulse inside me, moving my head only just enough to breathe as his hips began to grind against my face. His hands fell to each side of my face, holding me in place. My body thrilled, pussy dripping, from the powerful way he was fucking my mouth, with no regard to my poor, aching throat. I could barely breathe, my stomach flipping over and over again as he pushed into my throat, activating my gag reflex.
My tongue was darting somewhat frantically around the base of his cock, my nerves on fire, my muscles acting of their own accord. Suddenly, he pulled out, trailing saliva from my lips. I looked up at him; his grip on my head increased and he pushed me back against the hood of the car.
“I need to feel you,” he growled into my ear, leaning forward, the heat baking off his body in waves. I undulated beneath him, my slit wet, my back arching, hips desperately rising. His hands fell to my dress, pulling it upwards, then grabbed my panties and ripped them off in a single motion. He threw them off into the distance; somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew I wasn’t getting them back. Someone would find them the next day and know that a dirty little girl had been up there. The idea only turned me on more; I could feel his cock pressed against my slit.
I was lying at an angle, my hips lower than my shoulders, the slope of the car’s hood making me slide downwards, gravity pressing me onto Boon’s massive erection. I moaned as I felt the head push through my still-tight lips, then cried out as I felt his cock plunge into me, ripping through my pussy, dancing lights appearing before my eyes as my body accepted his hugeness with pleasure.
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d my waist and pulled me upwards slightly, lifting my hips from the hood. He slowly began to pump in and out of me, drawing all my blood immediately to my face as I let myself get carried away on the waves of ecstasy that came from each thrust. His cock was hitting deep inside me, sweet, tender spots that dazzled my senses. The night air was warm and fragrant, the stars above us a dizzying circle.
I groaned and let him fuck me hard, his desperation for my body as arousing as the things his fantastic cock was doing to my pussy. There were wet sounds as my slit sucked him in on each stroke, enveloping him in my warmth, begging for more each time he withdrew. I could feel the walls of my pussy contracting around him, my arms lying limp but tense above my head.
Suddenly, I felt myself lifted up by the lower back, and found myself sitting upright on the hood. My legs parted wider and I wrapped them around Boon’s back, pulling him towards me. I reached out and grabbed his neck; our eyes met in the moonlight, both wide with desire, and I felt him slow down. He grabbed me closer and held his cock deep inside me, making slow grinding motions with his hips.
I felt something settle into place inside me as a rush of warmth flowed through my veins; his cock had hit something beautiful, someplace strange but alive with ecstasy, and as he ground his hips against me, driving his cock ever deeper, I felt a wave swell inside me. His hand on my lower back pressed forward and I slid closer, my mouth opening in a silent cry as his cock drove even deeper, and upwards, sparking a chain reaction inside me.
It began in my toes as they snapped into curls, then danced up my legs, fiery lightning that left me flushed. It moved to my hips, my belly, my chest and arms, and finally to my face. I looked up at Boon, mouth open, eyes wide in disbelief at what he was making me feel. He grinned one more time and then lifted me in his arms, simultaneously thrusting his hips into me with renewed force, hitting me deeper than ever before. Bright red flashed in front of me, the pressure in my tummy became unbearable, and I felt myself breaking into seven million pieces.
“Fuck!” I cried out. “Fuck, Boon, oh God, oh fuck, I’m cooommmmming!”
I felt my body bucking and shaking as the wave broke, my climax taking control of me, tingling throughout my entire body like a thousand feathers falling from the sky. My heart seemed to seize, my hips rocking against Boon, my pussy milking his cock as it plunged deep inside me, deeper than it had ever been before.
I dug my fingernails into his back as he supported my full weight in his strong arms, letting my body go limp from pleasure as the orgasm slowly faded away. He slowly lowered me back down to the hood as I panted and moaned, my head rolling back on my neck. He slipped out of me, but I grabbed his waist, pulling him back. Just because I came doesn’t mean I was done with him.
“Don’t worry, I’m not through with you,” he whispered, leaning in close. His hands came to my waist once more and suddenly I felt myself turned over, like a doll, onto my stomach. My feet were splayed apart on the ground, my thighs still trembling. He pulled my dress up around my hips once more, his hands coming to rest on my plump ass.
I moaned as his cock entered me again; he pressed against me hard enough to force my body forward onto the hood. With two hands on my waist, holding me in place, he began to fuck me recklessly, wantonly, pistoning into my pussy like a stallion. I squirmed as his cock moved inside me, so quickly I thought it must look like a blur.
My pussy was still recovering from the climax, but I felt it springing back to life as Boon’s cock drove me into a frenzy, his quick, rapid thrusts exciting me in a whole new way. I leaned my head against the hood but felt a tug on my ponytail; I could have gotten whiplash from the way he pulled my head back. His hand stayed on my ponytail, my back arching, my legs shaking as he relentlessly drove his dick into me.
“Jesus Christ, Samantha,” I heard him grunt, then I cried out as he slammed into me viciously, his cock spilling burst after burst of hot cum into my still-throbbing cunt. I felt the cum massaging the walls of my pussy as it sucked it inwards, my body seemingly hungry for his warm seed. Finally, I felt his cock shudder once more.
Boon released my ponytail and leaned in, kissing the back of my neck, making me shiver. He pulled out slowly, letting his cock massage my pussy one more time before collapsing, spent, next to me on the hood of the car. We both giggled as we clumsily rolled onto our backs and scooched further up onto the hood.
The stars were everywhere. It seemed like there were always stars when I was with Boon. Maybe he makes them, I thought dreamily, dazedly, feeling as high as I had the night I’d first met him. His hand reached out, looking for mine, and I took it, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine. I wanted this. And now I could have it. No complications, no roadblocks. Just an open night sky and a boy and a girl and a car and all the world before us.
EPILOGUE
“Oh my God, Alicia, no, you can’t fucking just skip class to drink mimosas,” I said over the phone, a smile on my face. It was no use. She was going to do it anyway. And, really, she could.
Alicia had managed to surprise everyone – except, possibly, Becky and I – by being really, really, really good at college. She had never been studious in high school, but in the three years since then she’d shown herself to be the smartest girl in the room time after time. After an unsuccessful semester at the Missoula University of Technology, she’d transferred to the University of Montana and proceeded to blow Becky and I out of the water, grade-wise.
“Don’t tell me what to do, you bitch! I’m coming, and don’t try to talk it out of me. Mimosas with my girls beats Russian Lit any day, baby,” she said on the other end of the phone. I turned to Becky, rolling my eyes.
We were sitting on the balcony of our apartment; we’d rented one together after freshman year. The three of us lived together in relative peace: some people said living with a best friend was a sure way to lose a best friend, but it had really only made us closer. Just then, I was talking to Alicia after her first class of the day. Becky and I both had the day off and were going to brunch. And now, it seemed, Alicia would be coming, too.
“Alright, alright, I know better than to try and get you to be responsible. Come to Bertrand’s at 1,” I said before hanging up.
“She’s skipping again?” Becky asked with a chuckle.
“I guess so. She’ll still get an A, I bet,” I said. Becky and I hadn’t done so poorly for ourselves at college, either. I was in my last year, graduating early. The benefit of knowing exactly what I wanted to do the moment I started classes was that I didn’t waste any time taking random classes, like Becky had. I was going to graduate in May with a degree in archeology. Becky was probably going to graduate never with a degree in nothing.
That’s an exaggeration; but, much like Alicia had surprised everyone by being a college star, Becky had surprised everyone by revealing her flighty side. At that time, she was majoring in biology, but before that she’d majored in computer science, sociology, philosophy, and math. She’d done well in all of it, but she just couldn’t seem to find what she really wanted to do. It was okay, though; we were 21, and had all the time in the world.
There was a thumping from inside, then the sound of footsteps. Looking back, I smiled as Boon ambled out onto the balcony. I reached out, stroking his bare chest, still unable to get over what a perfect specimen of manliness he was.
“Hey, sailor, sleep okay?”
He yawned and grinned down at me.
“Perfect,” he said. “How could I not, after last night?”
“Ugh, please, let’s not, guys. I had to listen to you last night, I don’t want to hear a play-by-play the morning after,” Becky said, feigning disgust. We all laughed. It was a subject of some contention in the apartment: whenever Boon stayed over, no one seemed to get much sleep. I preferred staying at his place, where he didn’t have any roommates and thicker walls, for just that reason.
“Come to brunch, baby?” I asked, looking back up at Boon. He shook his head.
“I got that thing d
own in Hamilton, remember?”
“Oh, the little girl with the uncle? God, it makes me sick. I don’t know how you deal with that all the time…”
“It’s better than what I used to deal with,” Boon said. “And this time at least I’m the good guy.”
“You sure are,” I said, grabbing his arm and dragging him down for a kiss.
“Dinner, though?” Boon asked, breaking away. I nodded. “I’m gonna shower and jet, okay?”
“Good luck today,” I called after him as he disappeared into the apartment.
“What’s in Hamilton?” Becky asked.
“This little girl was living with her shithead uncle and he was beating her. She’s in court today so the club is going to sit in the audience or whatever for her,” I said.
Yeah, Boon is still in a club. A new one, one he founded, actually. But it’s a very different sort of club. The Bleeding Deacons are getting pretty famous around the West these days, and inspiring copycat groups.
See, Boon figured that the one thing that bikers are pretty universally known for (being big and scary) didn’t need to be such a bad thing. He’d been working at a garage, fixing bikes, and a customer told him about a nephew who’d been abused by his father, and how scared the kid was. That’s where Boon got the idea.
Now, the Bleeding Deacons visit children who are dealing with abuse cases and protect them. There’s always a Bleeding Deacon parked outside whatever kid’s house, making sure the abuser doesn’t come back. They give the kids little leather jackets and go to their court cases to show their support. They escort them around, if the guardians are okay with it. The kids are usually scared at first, but once they realize the big, scary men are there to protect them…well, you just have to see the way they smile.
Dad would tip Boon off to child abuse cases open in the area and the Bleeding Deacons would pay them a visit, and then the rest is history. Boon’s apartment was absolutely littered with hand-drawn thank you notes, doodles and scribbles, and stuffed animals gifted to him by the kids he protected. It all just made me that more convinced that Boon would make a great father…when we were ready.