Vicious (MC Club Biker Urban Alpha Male Erotic Romance)

by Kasper, Billie

  “No. Not really. There’s this teacher at my school and he’s… He’s a real creep. He started touching me after school and I just got the hell out of there. I started running and I didn’t stop till I got to the woods.”

  Blade laughed. “So, you just bugged out. You really didn’t plan this running away thing, did you?”

  I shook my head.

  “Why not go to your parents’ house?”

  “They’d never believe me. They don’t pay any attention to me. They don’t give a shit unless I’m getting good grades or winning a trophy or something like that.”

  “It’s nice, having parents, though. I never really knew my folks.”

  Again, I fell silent.

  Why did he have to remind me of what a privileged life I had?

  Sure, maybe I wouldn’t get a recommendation from Mr. Wilson but what would be the worst thing that could happen there?

  Maybe I went to a state school around here instead of an Ivy out East.

  Who the hell cared?

  We came to a clearing. In the center stood a bonfire and around it were arrayed ten or eleven motorcycles.

  “Blade!” someone called out. Two or three bikers, big men, older and not as good looking as Blade, started over towards us, lazily. “Who the hell’s the kid?”

  “She’s cool,” Blade declared, putting a hand in front of me. “She’s just needing a place to stay tonight, is all. I caught her poking around in the woods.”

  “What the hell was she doing in the woods?”

  “She ran away from home. Someone tried to rape her.”

  The bikers fell silent. Their faces were stony and hard but gradually, they softened as they took me in.

  “She’s cool. She won’t talk. She just needs somewhere safe.”

  Finally, one of the bikers, the one in the middle, who wasn’t all that bad looking now that I got an eyeful of him, despite his beer belly and greying hair, smiled at me.

  “You hungry, kiddo?”

  My stomach growled suddenly. I realized that I hadn’t eaten since lunch.

  They brought me to the fire and sat me down, fixing me up a plate of chili. Blade passed me a can of beer. I took a sip and made a face. This was the first beer I had ever had.

  “You’re not really a beer girl, are you?” he said with a grin. I shrugged.

  “Nah, I drink beer all the time. My daddy just buys me the good stuff,” I said, trying to posture. The other bikers had been listening in and burst out laughing.

  “Way to go, Blade. Found yourself a little princess, didn’t you? She’s gonna’ be wanting craft beef and champagne and caviar…”

  Blade grinned and rolled his eyes. I liked these men. I liked their roughness and the way their roughness hid their kindness.

  They shared their food with me and told me about themselves: there was Roy, a former heavyweight boxer from Wisconsin who had lost an eye in a bar fight and couldn’t box anymore.

  Punk was from Mexico and didn’t speak much English, though I gathered from his garbled story that he was an illegal immigrant and had been on the run from immigration services for the last six years after he killed the foreman at a manufacturing plant when it turned out the bastard had been abusing some of the girls who worked there. Brinks, the big one who had offered me food, had been Blade’s commander in Afghanistan before joining up the Jokers.

  “It’s hard, you know, coming back. This country ain’t really set up for soldiers trying to be civilians.”

  I just nodded. After all, what could I say? I didn’t know anything about their lives—I had already shamed myself in front of Blade. I just listened and took in their stories. Finally, they started to drift off to bed and Blade led me to a tent. His tent.

  ~

  We crawled inside and as soon as he zipped up the flaps, he was on top of me.

  “Wait,” I gasped, melting into his roughness. He was stripping me. I could hear chuckles from outside the tent.

  “Blade’s teaching his princess a little thing or two about belonging to the Jokers…” someone muttered. My eyes widened at this. Belonging to the Jokers? The thought scared me but I’d be lying if I claimed that it didn’t turn me on a little bit.

  He stripped my cardigan and shirt off, leaving me clad in only my bra from the waist up. I tried to bat away his hands, breathing heavily.

  “This is moving too fast,” I tried to tell him but there was flash of live steel: he had a knife. He slid it under the clasp of my bra and off it came, revealing my full, teenaged tits. I gasped again, covering myself. He forced my hands away and pressed his mouth to mine. God, but I wanted him. I loved his roughness, loved the way he took me by force. I wanted him to break me, to rip me apart…

  Our tongues dueled and I found my hips pressing up involuntarily to meet his.

  My body was betraying me. I had gotten incredibly wet while sucking him off and now my juices were flowing once again. The smell of his body—leather and tobacco and whiskey—alone was enough to get me going, to make me spread my legs and press my panty covered crotch to his jeans.

  He pulled off my skirt, leaving me only in my underwear. Before I knew it, the knife was in my panties and with a single slice, they came off, leaving me totally naked.

  “I’m going to make you mine. Do you understand?” he growled, gripping me hard by the hair. I nodded numbly. My body ached for exactly that. He kissed his way down my neck, biting and nibbling at my hot flesh as he went. I was too scared, too overcome with feeling to move. I just allowed him to do whatever he wanted. He caught one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. I let out a gasp.

  “Oh, god, Blade, yes…” I murmured, pressing his face into my breast. He bit me hard and I yelped at the sudden pain. That only made me want more, however.

  I gripped his hair hard and thrust my chest out, as if daring him to bite me again. And he did. Again and again. Soon, my breasts were covered in bites and bruises as I moaned, half in pleasure, half in pain. I never realized how much I loved this kind of roughness…

  “You like that, huh?” Blade asked with a grin, his eyes sparkling with infernal mischief. I blushed. “You act like a good little virgin but deep down, you’re a naughty little slut…”

  “Guilty as charged,” I breathed, trying to pull his mouth back to my breast. But instead, Blade sat up and pulled me over his lap, rolling me over so that my ass stuck straight up in the air. I yelped.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Showing you who’s in charge,” he said. I could see him grinning like a kid in a candy store over my shoulder as my voluptuous bare ass wiggled enticingly before him.

  “I thought that was already obvious…” I mumbled as he raised his hand and brought it down hard. I yelped and my hips bucked. This was the first time I had been spanked since I was a little kid, unless you count the fooling around girls do in the locker room in middle school. I felt my ass burning with a hand shaped welt formed on my right ass cheek.

  “Clearly, your daddy never spanked you enough as a kid, so I’ve got to do it now…” Blade growled, slapping my ass again and again.

  I knew all the other members of the motorcycle club could hear my punishment, my humiliation. I knew that they could hear me yelping, crying and whimpering as Blade spanked my poor little virgin ass.

  I imagined them even stroking their own thick cocks as they listened to the lurid slaps of flesh on flesh, imagining my ass growing redder and redder, as if becoming riper and riper…

  Suddenly, Blade spread my ass open wide and I gasped, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

  I was totally exposed to him: he could see my pink little pussy, gushing juices for him, as well as my puckered asshole and the light tuft of hair over my cunt.

  I tried to wiggle away from him but he held me tight, sliding his fingers along my inner thighs and getting closer and closer to my wetness.

  “Oh, god, Blade…” I moaned, the teasing driving me crazy. I supposed this must be revenge for all the teasing
I put him through while sucking his dick… Every time his fingers would get close to my pussy, they’d glide away, sliding back down my thighs before beginning their ascent once more only moments later.

  Finally, though, he glided his fingers over my tight sex, tracing the outlines of my pussy lips, wetting his fingers before diving into me. I gasped and shuddered in his arms as he pressed his fingers into me, two at first and then three, digging in deep and stroking my inner walls. Meanwhile, his thumb began to caress my clit, flicking it back and forth and making me bray like a mule in heat.

  “Please, Blade…” I moaned, not really sure what I was begging him for but knowing damned well that I needed it—whatever it was.

  “Please what?” he asked, determined to make me say it, determined to make me admit what I, a good little school girl, wanted from this rough biker who had taken me by force.

  “Please… Make me cum,” I moaned finally. He just grinned, triumphant, and flicked my clit faster and faster, his finger barely touching me but driving me crazy nonetheless.

  And then, as if on cue, I was cumming. I gasped as my body seemed to explode in his hands, pleasure coursing through my veins and making me whimper and squirm under his touch.

  This was easily the most powerful orgasm of my life and why shouldn’t it be? After all, this was the first time someone else was making me cum…

  “Blade!” I squealed, gripping my breasts, flicking my own nipples and teasing them, as if giving some respite to the pleasurable ache left over from his bites and nibbles. “Blade, I’m cumming!”

  As if that hadn’t been apparent all ready—my pussy spasmed and my hips bounced in his lap. I gritted my teeth and whimpered, my bucking legs finally starting to relax as my orgasm subsided. I was still panting, however, still strangely drained from the pleasure that had just exploded through my body.

  But Blade wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. He got on top of me from behind, spreading my legs open wide. I gasped as I felt his cock pressing against my wet, still throbbing pussy.

  “Wait,” I said weakly but he either didn’t care or didn’t notice.

  He plunged his cock into me, taking me hard from behind. In that moment, I was no longer a virgin. I gasped as a jolt of pain shot through my body before subsiding into pleasure. Gripping my hips hard and grunting, he pressed his cock all the way in, up to the hilt, burying it in my young, formerly virgin body.

  “Well, if you don’t just have the tightest goddamned cunt in the world,” he grunted as he slid his length out before driving it back into my wet depths. I groaned as I pressed my hips back, taking him into my pussy, loving the way he pounded me—so much like an animal, driving his cock single-mindedly into my aching hole. He was fucking me raw but I didn’t even care. I wanted him to pound me, to rip me apart and make me his.

  “Harder! Harder!” I moaned, squeezing my tits and moaning like a whore as he pumped deeper and deeper into me.

  I whimpered and shuddered as he dug his thickness into my tightness, our bodies melding as one while he rode me. He was riding me as if I were a bike, I realized, making my body obey him just like a motorcycle would.

  I moaned and let out a shriek in pleasure as his cock pressed against the walls of my pussy. He was stretching me apart in the most painfully delicious and agonizing way possible.

  “You’re just fucking insatiable, Sarah,” he growled in my ear, catching my ear lobe with his teeth and biting it hard—hard enough to draw blood. I gasped and threw my head back, arching my body and feeling his cock slide inside of me, shuddering and moaning as he pounded me.

  He even slid a finger into my asshole from behind, eliciting the most pathetic of moans from my lips.

  “No,” I whimpered. “I’ve never had anything back there before…”

  My pathetic, slutty young moans only got louder and louder as he worked his cock into my pussy, over and over. I must have already drained his dick completely of cum because it didn’t seem like he was going to explode inside of me any time soon.

  To my amazement, I was getting closer and closer to another orgasm. I felt my body start to shudder, each thrust, each agonizing skewering bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

  His finger inside of me seemed to be scratching an itch I didn’t even know I had. I whined and shuddered before finally cumming, my pussy spasming around his cock and my asshole clenching and unclenching at his finger.

  “Blade, fuck!” I moaned, writhing beneath him. “I’m… I’m cumming! You’re making me cum!”

  He just laughed in triumph, driving his cock into me harder and faster. I began to cry: the feelings were so intense, the pleasure so insane.

  My spasming pussy was penetrated over and over again, in spite of the almost painful pleasure erupting from it.

  Finally, he seemed to have reached his limit. I felt him grip me hard by the hips and drive into my pussy one last time before gasping and delivering his hot load. I shrieked all over again as I felt him cum inside of me: stream after stream of hot, sticky cum flooded my pussy.

  He wasn’t even wearing a condom! I was briefly terrified but then, I pushed those thoughts out of my head. Who cared if I got pregnant?

  I felt as if I belonged to Blade now and I didn’t give a damn what he did with me, so long as he enjoyed my body, so long as he continued to dominate me just like this…

  Sliding out of my throbbing, aching pussy, Blade finally allowed me to relax. My body all but collapsed and I sighed, staring up at the ceiling of the tent.

  Every inch of my body seemed to speak to the intensity of the sex. My very being groaned inwardly at how strong and hard the fucking had been. But, as I soon learned, it was not over yet…

  He reached over and grabbed me by the hair. I shrieked in delight, savoring his roughness.

  “Suck,” he ordered, pressing my soft lips to his hot, cum covered cock. I was only too eager to devour his cock once more and I took his hot, sloppy, flaccid member in my mouth, gobbling him down hungrily. I felt him grow in my mouth, getting bigger and bigger, growing harder and harder…

  And soon, he was at his full length again. I gasped, realizing that he had grown huge once again inside of my mouth, practically inside of my throat. I pulled off his dick and gave the tip a great, big, slobbery kiss.

  I saw something dark flash in Blade’s eyes.

  “Come with me,” he ordered, starting to stand up.

  “Wait, let me get my clothes on,” I replied, started to grab for my shirt.

  I assumed he wanted to go have sex outside—something I was not opposed to, considering how hot and humid the tent had become.

  The smell of sex and body fluids hung thick in the air. He shook his head, however.

  “No. No clothes for you.”

  “What? No, Blade, I—“

  But he grabbed me hard by the hair. I squealed and followed him as he dragged me out of the tent to the dying bonfire. A few of the Jokers were still up and they watched me in rapt silence, gazing on my nude, well-fucked body.

  Tears fell from my eyes as Blade led me to a motorcycle: a huge, vicious looking machine, almost like an animal made of steel. He forced me over it, my pussy pressed against the seat and my ass in the air, pointing toward the rear of the machine.

  In a moment, before I knew what was happening, Blade produced a pair of handcuffs and lashed my wrists to the handles of the bike.

  “Blade!” I screamed. “What are you doing?”

  “Just getting you ready to go for a ride,” he growled, straddling the bike from behind. He spread my ass cheeks and spat onto my tight hole. I gasped, whimpering and wiggling my butt.

  “What are you doing?!” I demanded to know once more. But still, he said nothing—merely spat onto my ass again and plunged his fingers into my tight hole. I whimpered, taking his two fingers and shuddering as he spread me open wide with them.

  “I’ve never had anything back there…” I whined. “Not there… Please…”

  “Please what?”
he demanded, grabbing me hard by the chin and forcing my head back to look at him.

  He could see the fear in my eyes and I knew that just made him want me more. My curvy ass beckoned him, wiggling in spite of my fear, my asshole clenching and unclenching around his fingers.

  “Please don’t fuck me in the ass,” I whimpered. He continued, in spite of my protests, to finger my back hole.

  “Your mouth says no but your body says yes,” he informed me. And he was right. Even though I was afraid, I wanted him to slide his thickness inside my ass, to rip me apart from behind. I wanted to cross this last bridge with him, to submit fully to him and become his.