Taming Blaze

by Sabrina Paige

  sensation, but wanted him inside me. I needed more, even as he stroked the most sensitive spot inside me. His thumb swirled around my nipple, circling it, sending shivers up my spine.

  “Oh, God.” I choked out the words. “I want you. Please.”

  “Not yet.” He stroked me inside with his finger, then slid his other hand to my clit, his finger pressing against it as he brought me to the verge.

  “No, I want to come with you,” I protested weakly, even though I was starting to not care. I could feel myself, swollen around him, and I wanted to come.

  “You will,” he whispered. “But come for me now.” He stroked me faster, and hearing him tell me to come triggered my climax. When I came down, I turned to look at him, his features etched with desire. I kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately.

  “Come on,” he said, pulling me up.

  “Wait, don’t you want to?” I asked.

  “Not here.” He stepped out of the tub, water rolling down his body where it started to pool on the floor, and dried himself with a towel. “Wait a second,” he said as he finished. I was content to stay right there watching him; he was beautiful in his nakedness.

  “Come here.” He helped me out of the tub, and I shivered as the cool air hit my body. I stood still, almost in a trance, as Blaze patted my body with the fluffy towel, making his way from my shoulders down to my feet, like he had all the time in the world. He lingered, the softness of the fabric dragging over my skin. It was strange how he made drying me with a towel such an erotic experience.

  Setting the towel aside, he knelt at my feet and began kissing me, making his way up my body from my ankles to my calves, then to my thighs, lingering, brushing against my bikini area. I could hear him inhale deeply, his face near my pussy, and the sound made me want him more.

  Blaze grabbed my butt cheeks in his hands, pulling me toward his face, covering me with kisses. I groaned weakly, my clit still throbbing from the orgasm I’d just had. He looked at me, eyes big, expression filled with lust, and then pulled back from me.

  He grabbed my ass cheeks, carrying me to the bed and throwing me on my back, kissing down the length of my body. He enveloped my breast with his mouth, his tongue circling around my areola. I arched my back, pushing toward him, wanting him to take all of me.

  “Condom?” he whispered.

  “In the pocket of my jeans. Over there.” I nodded toward the balled up clothes on the floor, and he jumped up, rolling the condom on quickly, barely breaking his stride as he returned to where he’d been on top of me. Where he belonged. I pushed the thought out of my head. Where he belonged for right now, Dani. This was a one night stand with a biker, nothing more.

  Blaze kissed me gently, his hand caressing my breast as his tongue darted inside my mouth, and then he was inside me, filling me up like he had before. I arched my hips toward him, rising to meet him as he thrust, and we found a slow rhythm, moving together as one. He looked at me and I turned away from him, the intimacy of the eye contact too much for a one night stand.

  “Dani,” he whispered. I moaned at the sound of him saying my name. I couldn't think of anything except him. I wanted him, all of him, his hardness as he pulled in and out of me, his hand on my breasts, his fingers in my hair, pulling, yanking it up from the roots. I felt that feeling rush through my body, surging through me, the buildup that signaled my climax was near.

  Blaze leaned down, taking my nipple in his mouth, and I knew I was done for as soon as he put his mouth on me. He thrust inside me, his rhythm faster as he sucked my breast, and I groaned, pulling his hair.

  “Yes, please, yes.”

  He fucked me, harder, and I felt his teeth graze my nipple, sending me closer to the edge.

  “Dani,” he moaned.

  “Fuck me,” I ordered. I could feel my pussy throbbing around him, begging for his release inside me. Begging for all of him.

  Blaze groaned loudly, thrusting inside me like an animal. There was no gentleness anymore, no politeness, no treating me with kid gloves because of what had just happened with Billy. We fucked each other like we had on the car, not caring about anything except our own pleasure. I felt myself rising higher and higher, riding the wave of my orgasm until I crashed hard, falling over the edge. I heard myself scream as it worked its way through my entire body.

  Finally, Blaze arched up, thrusting into me to the hilt. “Oh God, yes, Dani,” he yelled, collapsing on top of me when he came. I could feel our hearts against each other, his sweat clinging to me, the sex smell in the room intoxicating. Time seemed to stand still, and then he looked at me with those blue eyes, and brought his lips to mine. I felt his cock soften inside me, but he didn’t move.

  “That was great,” I whispered, still in a haze from my orgasm.

  “Shit,” he said. “That was incredible.” He kissed my cheek before lifting himself up and pulling out of me, walking to the bathroom before joining me back in bed. “Here,” he said softly, handing me a warm hand towel to clean myself up, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

  “What?” he asked, slipping under the down comforter. “Ooh, this is so soft.”

  I laughed, louder now. “You’re such a sweet little biker,” I said.

  Blaze chuckled. “Hey, I don’t get nice shit like this often,” he said. “I can enjoy it.” He pulled the comforter up over his chest and sunk back into the pillows. “I’m secure in my masculinity.”

  “Yes, clearly.”

  “Get over here.” Blaze pulled the covers back and drew me toward him, and I snuggled up against him, wondering how the hell I'd ended up here after last night. He pressed up against me, his body right next to mine from his toes all the way to his head, like he didn’t want to let go of any part of me. I relaxed into him. It had been a dizzying, overwhelming twenty-four hours, and I drifted off to sleep, barely aware of the jazz music still playing in the background as the darkness enveloped me.

  I opened my eyes and stretched. Damn. I felt better rested than I had in years. That was some sex. Dani. The bed was empty. Standing up, I walked into the bathroom to take a leak.

  “Hey Dani,” I called. “That’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time. You get all the credit for that, sweetheart.” Her, and the bed. That was the best mattress I’d slept on in my life.

  There was no response. “Dani?”

  I walked out of the room naked, and saw the note on the table. “Shit.”

  Had to run. You were dead to the world, so I didn’t want to wake you.

  Thanks for everything.

  ~ Dani

  P.S. I already checked out. Sorry I snotted on you.

  She signed it with a heart. Goddamn it. I felt a little disappointed she was gone, and that surprised me. I turned the paper over in my hand. No phone number, nothing. I didn’t even know her last name. Shit. Dani was different than the kind of girls I hooked up with- she was tough, but still sweet, not used up and hard like the girls who hung around the clubhouse. The best of them seemed trashy in comparison.

  After I watched her turn into this place last night, I’d ridden on for a good fifteen miles, kicking myself for letting her go. I couldn’t believe I had just screwed a girl like that on the side of the road, or hell, that a girl like that had let me screw her on the hood of her car. I couldn’t shake her, and I got hard just thinking about what I wanted to do to her. So I thought, fuck the clubhouse, they can wait. Then I turned around.

  I had expected more of the same from her as that afternoon- a good lay from a college girl with nice tits and a pretty face. I was as shocked as she was by what had happened. I wasn’t exactly the romantic type, but when I saw the bruises around her neck, I just felt so...pissed off. I couldn’t believe some guy had done that to her. I couldn’t help myself, then. I just wanted to put my arms around her, even when she started crying. Especially when she started crying. That wasn't like me at all.

  Damn it. I hadn't figured she would leave before me. Girls weren’t usually the on
es that left; I was the one who always did the leaving. It felt weird to be on the other side of things, in an empty room by myself. I pulled on my clothes, half-considering sitting in that bathtub again. The dirty biker taking a bubble bath. Dani thought it was funny, and it was. I chuckled, thinking about the look on her face. Hey, it was kind of cool to take a bath in this big room with a girl like that. It wasn't like I’d ever get the chance to do it again; I wasn’t made for this kind of fancy shit anyway.

  I checked my watch as I headed out the door. It was two in the afternoon. I needed to get a move on. Mad Dog would go ballistic if I didn’t show up tonight. Then again, if I told him I was late because I was banging a rich girl on the hood of her convertible, he’d probably laugh.

  I made it to the clubhouse around six, and it was full, bikes lined up outside. The light from my Crossbones glinted off all the chrome, and it made me smile. I was glad to be back. Obviously the party had started without me. I pushed through drunken partygoers, breathing in the smell of smoke and sweat and booze and sex. Smells like home, I thought. But the thought of sex made me think of Dani, of her smell and her taste. I had to focus on the room to get her out of my head.

  Well, there was a shitload of stuff to distract me here. It looked like the party had gotten started a while ago. Two guys I didn’t know were in a corner with one of the mamas, Missy, who wasn’t that much to look at but had a mouth like a vacuum cleaner. She was sucking one of them, her hand wrapped around the other’s meat, and then she switched. It didn’t look like she’d be at it too much longer, judging by their reactions.

  “Blaze.” Axe clapped his hand on my shoulder. Axe was the sergeant of arms for the club and the closest thing to a brother I had. He was loyal, through and through, an ex-Marine scout sniper who had come over to the dark side.

  “Hey, brother,” I said. “Are these Guillermo’s guys?”

  “Yeah, man. They’re a bunch of rowdy motherfuckers.” He shook his head.

  “Did Guillermo show up?” I didn’t expect him to show. We were entertaining his men tonight, trying to grease the wheels for an upcoming job Mad Dog was setting up with him.

  “Nah, they said he’s holed up in his house. Doesn’t party with the help,” Axe said. “I guess he’s paranoid about security too.”

  “Did Mad Dog get the meet set up with Guillermo, or do we still have to roll out the red carpet for them?”

  “I don’t think so,” Axe said. “But you know the Prez. Keeps it real close to the chest until it’s final. Besides, these guys aren’t too bad. Brought some Russian pussy with them.” He stopped, pulling on a bottle, liquor running onto his beard. “Not like you need it. Itchy said they left you up north, knee deep in twat.”

  “Must have been some magic fucking pussy that kept you up there that long.” Greasy held out his hand, laughing, and I took it.

  “Fuck you, man,” I said. I’d actually forgotten about her. What the fuck was her name? Jessie or something? I was bad with names.

  “I heard the words magic pussy.” Dirty Joe walked up, dragging some chick with him, arm wrapped around her shoulders. She stumbled into him, barely able to walk straight, pressing her tits up against his chest and hanging onto his belly for support. Dirty Joe had more than enough belly for her to hang on to. “This girl here’s got that magic pussy too, don’t you?” He reached up her skirt, groping her, and she laughed.

  “That’s right, daddy,” she slurred. “Now get your face down there.”

  “Sorry, boys,” Dirty Joe said, pulling her away. “Duty calls.”

  I laughed. “ Is Mad Dog around here? Need to talk to him.”

  Axe nodded toward the back. “Think he might be getting his knob polished by one of Guillermo’s girls, but who knows.”

  I walked toward the back room and knocked on the door. “Prez!”

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Blaze!” Mad Dog yelled from behind the door. “Where have you been?”

  I pushed open the door, then yanked my head back out when I saw them. “Shit, Mad Dog. Come on- warn me or something!” Mad Dog was buried balls deep in some chick who was bent over, her hands on the sofa.

  I heard her whine. “Come on, daddy, do it,” and then something in Russian.

  Out in the main room, someone yelled and a glass shattered. I turned around to see Tiny standing up from the floor, wobbling, holding his hand against his head. Axe was yelling at someone. It was just a fight.

  The door in front of me opened, and a girl walked out, mascara smeared around her eyes, pulling a leopard print dress down around her ass, the kind of dress you’d see on a corner hooker. She looked up at me. “Like what you see, daddy?” She reeked of booze and cigarettes, and my stomach lurched.

  “Christ, Mad Dog, is she even eighteen?” I asked.

  She wobbled on her huge heels. “Just had my birthday!”

  “Get out of here,” I said. “Shit.”

  “Aw, you don’t want to play, daddy? I’ll show you a real good time.” Pushing her away, I joined Mad Dog in the room, watching him light up a cigar.

  “You want one?”

  “Christ, are those Russian chicks even legal?” I waved at the cigar. “Nah, I’m good.”

  “She says she’s eighteen,” Mad Dog said, putting his palms in the air. “Who am I to argue?”

  “Yeah, I'm sure she just had her birthday," I said. I wasn’t sure about getting into bed with Guillermo, and this kind of shit didn't make me feel any better about it. But the club had voted, and a vote was a vote.

  “What, you want me to ask for ID? She says she's eighteen, she's eighteen.” Mad Dog shrugged. He knew I didn’t like that kind of shit. I couldn’t help it. You grow up with a junkie mom and her shitty boyfriends, get the shit kicked out of you in the foster care system- it makes you real pissed when you see kids get taken advantage of. It was personal. If Guillermo was running women, kids, it wasn’t shit I wanted to be involved with.

  “How’d the run go?” He grinned, and I knew he wasn’t referring to the run. He was referring to the girl I’d supposedly been banging up at the clubhouse all day. Poor girl. Now every guy here was going to want a taste of that magic pussy.

  “Fine. Stayed behind for a bit.”

  “So I heard.”

  I shrugged. “Pussy, man.”

  “Well, while you were buried in twat, I was securing our future.” He leaned back against the desk, took a drag on the cigar, then looked at it like he was some kind of connoisseur. Mad Dog was about as far away from a connoisseur of anything as you could get- except maybe pussy. He was an ugly man, nose misshapen from being broken too many times to count, his face wrinkled, the texture and color of leather as a result of riding for years. Looking at him made me think I needed to stop partying so much, maybe get some sleep.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “I talked to Guillermo,” he said. “He wants to meet on Tuesday.”

  “Do you think it’s a good idea, going to his house? I heard the guy’s fucking crazy.”

  “You scared of some Mexican?”

  “Fuck you. He's not even Mexican. He's Panamanian. Do you know basic geography?” I asked. “We’re not going to have any protection. Are we sure this guy doesn’t have some kind of beef with us?”

  “We’re not going to go in without heat,” he said.

  “He’ll have more than we have,” I said. “And what, you don’t think he’s going to search us, take our weapons?”

  “He’s old school,” Mad Dog said. “He wants to meet at his place. If he wants to meet on the fucking moon, that’s where we’ll meet. You know what it would mean to the club. This guy is big time- warehouses all over the place, smuggling shit across the country. International even. He tells us he wants to get rid of the Furia MC, let us take over exclusive protection for him, and you don’t want to go to his house?”

  “Right.” I had my misgivings about getting into bed with Guillermo. This guy had a reputation for being crazy. Of course, that wouldn’t
bother Mad Dog one bit.

  “Hey,” Mad Dog said. “Don’t worry so much. We get in with him, we provide all of his muscle. It means way more cash flow than we've got now." Mad Dog was actually a decent businessman, with a good sense of how the world worked and how to work people over. He wanted the club to be bigger; I was content being small time. Bigger would always mean more problems, more heat on us. “So, Tuesday, we’re on,” he said.

  “Tuesday.”

  “Now, let’s go out there and show these Mexicans how we party.” Mad Dog clasped a hand around my shoulder. “Unless you’re too tired from all that pussy you got up north.”

  “Shit. He's Panamanian. And these guys are fucking Americans,” I said. “You need to get that straight before we meet with him.” I walked out with Mad Dog. The truth was, I was full of energy, just not the kind you needed to party in this place. I reached into the back pocket of my jeans, my hands feeling the paper, the note she’d left. I needed to get Dani's face out of my head.

  Axe grabbed me as I walked out, dragging me to the bar and sliding a shot glass in front of me. “This is what you need.” I swallowed the liquid, feeling it burn the back of my throat on the way down.