by Grey, Sadie
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Sorry,” I said. “I need to go to the ladies’ room.”
I staggered away on unsteady legs and pushed past the wooden swinging door to the restroom. Three sinks lined one wall. Only one of them was not completely filthy. I turned it on and splashed some water on my face.
Away from the music and the lights and away from Jack, I felt better. More like myself. More in control. I looked at myself in the mirror.
I saw two versions of me in the mirror. One who was scared and played it safe. The other who was daring and wild and wouldn’t take shit from her stupid cheating husband.
That’s the woman that I wanted to be.
The door whooshed open and Jack’s huge figure filled the door frame. I looked up at him, surprised at the interruption and feeling vulnerable. He stared at me for a moment, letting the door close behind him. Without saying a word, he walked over to me and planted a kiss on my mouth.
Chapter 3
I felt myself tighten up in fear, not expecting such a forward and intimate move by the man I’d just met. But his lips were firm and hot, and I felt myself melting into him. The passion I felt on the dance floor rose up in me, taking over my senses and my reason.
His hands found my breasts, massaging them with his strong, sure fingers. He teased my hardened nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pinching them. The pain was unexpected and exquisite. No one had ever pinched my nipples before.
I had been missing out.
I ran my hands down his rock solid chest and abs until I found the hardening length of his shaft. I stroked him through his tight jeans. He grunted. Blood rushed to his cock with every stroke. It grew like a living thing in my hand.
His hand slithered underneath my dress. He traced the line of my sex through the thin silk fabric of my thong. I hissed in pleasure at the feel of that thick finger playing with my silky folds. My thong was already damp with my arousal.
He pulled his wet finger up in front of my face. With a sultry smile, I wrapped my lips around his finger and sucked it as if it were his cock. I could taste myself, and it drove me crazy.
My hands fumbled with his zipper as he found my pussy again. He yanked my underwear aside and slid a finger inside me. I ground my hips into his hand, desperate for him. I found myself panting and moaning.
I slipped his cock from his jeans and wrapped it in both of my hands. The heat from his erection was like a furnace. I stroked him up and down, timing my caresses with the rhythm of his fingers inside my dripping pussy.
It had all happened so fast. I got carried away in the moment, and now I was stroking this stranger’s cock in the bathroom of a bar. The wildest sex I’d ever had with Terry was nothing compared to what was happening now.
Fuck you, Terry.
The sheer insanity of it added to the excitement. I felt myself slipping closer to the edge.
He pressed his palm into my clit as he fingered me. That tiny bit of pressure was enough to make me moan and gyrate my hips into him, desperate for more. I was so close. I could feel the pressure building inside me, aching to erupt.
He gripped my hair by the roots and yanked my head back. “I want to see your gorgeous face while I make you come.”
Something about his words and the feeling of his strong hands overpowering me sent me spinning over the delicious edge.
Fireworks exploded in my brain. My pussy clenched around his finger, and I gushed against his hand. I pushed my face into his shoulder to muffle my cries of pleasure. He wrapped his arms around me and held me while my orgasm shuddered through my body.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he groaned. “Now wrap those pretty lips of yours around my cock.”
I dropped to my knees in front of him and took his cock into my mouth. He groaned and put his hands on my head, guiding my tempo. I swirled my tongue around the ridges of his head and tasted the saltiness of his precum.
He pushed my head further down onto him until the thick head of his cock was pushing against my throat.
I found myself gagging but I desperately wanted to take the full length of him. I relaxed my throat and took him all the way in. My eyes were watering and saliva dripped from my lips, but the grunts of pleasure coming from him were worth it.
He pumped his hips against my face, fucking my throat. I sucked on him, determined to give him the pleasure he had given me. His passion was savage and untamed, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
I felt him twitch inside me. His whole body tensed up and he shot hot loads of cum into my throat.
I pulled away from him. He slid from my mouth and the last few loads of cum splattered on my face.
Normally, I was disgusted by that sort of thing. I would never have let my husband come on my face. But somehow being in the filthy bathroom of a dive bar, getting face fucked by a strange biker, and having him come on my face just felt right. It made me feel like a dirty little whore, and that was exactly the way I wanted to feel at that moment.
I locked eyes with him and wiped his warm, dripping cum from my face. While he watched, I licked his fluids from my fingers. The sight of that seemed to turn him on even more. He yanked me to my feet and planted my ass on the edge of the sink. He dropped to his knees between my legs and looked up at me with a grin.
“It’s your turn,” he said.
He flipped my dress up over my stomach. For a brief moment, he stared at my pussy, drinking in the sight of my sex. Then he tore away my thong from my hips. He wadded them up and shoved them into my mouth like a gag.
I cried out in protest, but the sound was drowned out by my panties. I breathed in the scent of my pussy and I tasted myself in my mouth. To my surprise, I liked it. I left the panties in my mouth while he ate my pussy.
He ran his tongue up my wet slit then swirled it around my hard clit. I moaned against my makeshift gag and arched my back.
He sucked at my lips and at my clit roughly, almost like a wild animal. I gyrated my hips into his face, urging him on. Then he sucked on my clit like he was sucking on a ripe peach.
I couldn’t fucking stand it. Pleasure ripped through me. My body writhed beneath his expert mouth. My hands gripped my breasts and kneaded them roughly. My orgasm coiled up tightly inside me like a snake about to strike. I teetered on the brink.
Then pleasure burst inside me like a broken dam. The panties stuffed in my mouth barely muffled the sound of my scream. He lapped at my gushing orgasm as I writhed in sweet agony. Every tiny touch of his tongue caused me to tense up, my body too sensitive. I pushed his face away.
I collapsed back against the sink. The hard metal faucet poked uncomfortably into my back but I didn’t care. I spat my panties out of my mouth and struggled to catch my breath.
He stood over me, watching me with glimmering eyes. I reached up and grabbed him by his leather vest, pulling him down so I could kiss him. The multiple orgasms he had given me had kindled my lust instead of extinguishing it. I needed more. I needed him.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, I need you.”
“You want my cock?” he asked.
I nodded.
He pulled away from me. “Say it,” he said. “Say you want my cock.”
“Please,” I whimpered. “I want your cock. I need your cock. Please. Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.”
He grinned and lifted me from the sink. His hands grabbed my hips and he spun me around so that I was facing the mirror. I yanked my dress up around my hips and bent forward over the edge of the sink.
I stared at his face in the mirror. Our eyes met. The lust in his eyes matched my own feelings. I wagged my hips at him, inviting him to fuck me. Begging him.
He placed his hands on my hips and positioned himself behind me. I felt the fat head of his cock nestle against my dripping pussy.
He pulled my hips back and roughly buried himself inside me. I gasped at the sensation of being filled up completely. Slowly, my body accommodated to fit him. He
pumped his cock inside me, each rough stroke making me cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
He stuck his hand on the back of my head and then twisted his palm into a fist, grabbing a handful of my hair by the roots. The feeling was overwhelmingly sexy. He was totally dominating my body.
The cave woman part of me responded to being taken savagely by this powerful man. I pumped my hips back into him, forcing his cock into me as deep as it could go. My breasts bounced and throbbed with every movement.
“Harder,” I cried out. “Harder. Harder.”
He rammed himself into me, causing my whole body to shiver. I gripped the edges of the sink and pushed my hips back as hard as I could. We slammed against each other in perfect rhythm, the sound of our bodies colliding mixed with his grunting and my panting moans.
My pussy clenched deliciously, gripping his cock like a fist. Hot white electricity arced through my entire body. A wailing animal moan escaped my throat as I came harder than I’d ever come in my life.
I felt him tensing up as I came, the feeling of my tightening pussy must have pushed him over the edge, too. He grunted as he pumped his cum inside me. I could feel it dripping down my thigh.
I turned around and collapsed against his chest, panting. He pulled me into his arms and we held each other as we basked in the afterglow.
My legs shook with weakness, my pussy ached, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I felt dirty and used like a filthy little whore, and I absolutely loved it.
It turned out this was a side of myself I never knew existed. Despite that, I was thrilled to discover it. It was the best feeling in the world.
Jack lifted my chin so that I was looking at him. “That was amazing,” he said. “What’s your name?”
“My name is Cassandra. Cassie, if you prefer.”
“Well, Cassie,” he said. “I don’t know where you came from, but I don’t want to let you go just yet. Come back to the clubhouse with me.”
I bit my lip in indecision. This whole night had been a crazy blur. I hadn’t planned any of it, and I certainly hadn’t thought of anything beyond the moment.
I knew I should go home and deal with the cheating husband situation. That was a fight that had to happen. But then again, I had a beautiful man standing in front of me, asking me to go home with him. Asking me to go on an adventure. There was no way I could say no.
“Alright, Jack. Take me for a ride.”
Chapter 4
The rumble of the motorcycle’s engine thrummed between my legs like the world’s biggest vibrator.
I clung to Jack’s back with my face and breasts pressed against the giant Furious Sons MC patch sewn to his leather vest. Despite my best efforts, the rumbling in my pussy and my clit had me moaning like a cat in heat. Thankfully, the engine’s terrifying growl covered up the sounds of my pleasure.
I could feel the wetness soaking the motorcycle seat beneath me. Jack had torn my panties off when he fucked me in the bathroom of the seedy bar where we’d met so I didn’t even have that thin strip of fabric to act as a buffer.
I gripped Jack’s powerful chest tighter as my hips squirmed uncontrollably against a half ton of vibrating steel.
To be honest, the motorcycle wasn’t the only thing turning me on. The whole situation was something out of a sexy dream. I’d gone from one of the lowest points in my life to one of the highest.
Finding out my husband had cheated on me had crushed me, but knowing that he didn’t even want to fuck me anymore, even if I practically begged for it, that had hurt even worse.
Then Jack found me. We fucked like wild animals in the filthiest bathroom I had ever seen. It was quite a bit filthier once Jack and I were done with it.
Now he spirited me away into the darkness. He said he was taking me to his gang’s clubhouse. No, scratch that. It was a motorcycle club, not a gang. He had been very clear that they weren’t a gang.
Yeah, right.
No matter what they called themselves, I had seen a few of his other club members at the bar, and there was no doubt in my mind that they were a bunch of criminals.
I wasn’t the kind of girl who associated with criminal types, but that was in my former life. That was when I was just a bored housewife with a boring life.
Now, I didn’t know what I was. I didn’t know who I was. All I knew was that I was going on an adventure.
I had no idea where I would end up, and for the most part, I didn’t care. I mean, I didn’t want to die or anything, but I had the strong desire to get wild and do some crazy shit.
All my life I had played it safe. I was done with that now. Safe could kiss my ass. Danger was on the menu tonight.
It was that feeling of danger, mixed with the motorcycle’s energetic purr, that combined into a potent aphrodisiac. It had me gushing between my legs as we tore through the night. I tilted my hips to press my clit hard against the seat. I needed more. I needed all of it.
Electricity arced from my clit to every nerve ending in my body. My nipples were on fire. They scratched against Jack’s patch with a maddening sensation that turned the heat in my core from a fire to a raging inferno. My back arched and my pussy clenched deliciously.
I screamed my passion into the night as my orgasm rocked my entire body.
My arms clutched Jack’s chest in a death grip as I bucked and howled behind him. My skirt had ridden up my hips, baring my ass and pussy where anyone driving by could see.
A passing car honked at us as we sped by, and I felt a shivering thrill pulse through me just thinking about a random stranger seeing my pussy. If I had known how exciting exhibitionism could be, I would have tried it years ago.
We rode to the outskirts of Las Vegas and beyond.
Dusty, rolling desert surrounded us and I felt a momentary pang of fear. I didn’t think Jack was going to hurt me, but if he wanted to, out here would be the safest place for him to do it.
I pushed those dark thoughts out of my mind and nestled in closer to his back. I would just have to trust fate.
Eventually, we came to a walled up patch of land just outside of the city. A concrete block fence surrounded the perimeter. Over the fence, I saw a building that looked like a warehouse. A wrought iron gate guarded the entrance, but it was wide open, allowing us to enter.
Inside, a dozen squat, square buildings and trailers were crowded around a big warehouse-looking building in the center.
Motorcycles in every shape and size were parked around the warehouse. Jack veered away from the big building and headed straight for a beat up looking trailer that looked older than I was. The motorcycle engine shuddered to a halt, and I felt an ache of loss.
“We’re here,” Jack said and climbed off the bike.
Chapter 5
I looked around, blinking the dust from my eyes. From the main warehouse building, I could hear music and laughter. It sounded like there was a party going on.
“Where’s here?” I asked.
“This is it. This is the Furious Sons’ clubhouse.”
“Clubhouse. You make it sound like a place for children.”
He frowned. “Oh, yeah, then what should we call it instead?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. A hideout. A lair. Maybe a safe house.”
He shook his head and grinned. “I’ll be sure to take that up with the president at the next meeting. Come on. I’ll give you the tour.”
He yanked the trailer door open and it slammed against the metal siding with a thunderous rattle. When he walked up the steps, the whole trailer shook, that’s how flimsy it was. It looked like it could fall apart at any minute. Yet, for some reason, I knew there was nowhere I would rather be at that exact moment.
I walked into the dark trailer. Jack was just a shadowy figure in the gloom. Warm orange light ignited around us. We were standing in a small living room. The place was a mess. Clothes lay scattered in piles around the room. Beer bottles and cans littered every flat surface.
I raised an eyebrow and grinn
ed at him. “I guess you weren’t expecting company?”
He laughed. “Yeah, if I knew you were coming, I would have called the concierge for maid service. Is this a problem?”
He stared at me with burning blue eyes. I felt like they could see into my soul.
I smiled seductively at him with half-lidded eyes and stalked over to him. He started to say something but I placed a finger to his lips. With my other hand, I flipped the light switch off, plunging us into darkness.
I reached out blindly. My hands found his leather vest.
“You look sexy as hell in this vest,” I said.