“Why’s that?” she questioned without hesitation.
He leaned in, rolling to his side enough he was inches from her face. “Because I didn’t think you had what it takes to handle MC life.” He kept his eyes locked to hers, determined to push her to her limit.
“And now?” Rose quirked an eyebrow.
“Still don’t think you do.”
“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
Sandman narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, attacking her lips with his. He didn’t wait for her to comply, but instead shoved past her lips into her mouth with enough heat her body shook. She turned into him, latching one hand around his neck, and returning the same amount of enthusiasm as he gave. Rose was determined to erase their delicate image of her and show them she was serious. For the first time in her life, she did the un-responsible thing and loved it. The harder he pushed, the harder she retaliated until they were locked in a full fledged tongue fuck. Just as fast as it had begun, she ended it. Rose pulled away and stood, tossing a cocky smile over her shoulder. “Which way is the kitchen? I need another beer.” It took Sandman a minute to find his tongue, which was unheard of. No one threw him off guard, and yet this little vanilla female had him stunned at every corner.
“That way. Grab a bottle of Tequila and shot glasses while you’re up.” He pointed to the right, and she spotted the doorway behind two abnormally large men who were propped against it with their arms folded across their chests. She had half a notion to tell him to get it himself, but given she was technically a guest in their house or whatever this place was, seemed rude. So, she nodded and walked away, her head held high.
“I think you’ve met your match, bro.” Tonto laughed, enjoying Sandman’s look of shock. It took a lot to shake his friend, but the little brunette had managed to do it on more than one occasion.
He and Sandman had shared women regularly, both preferring it over flying solo, so Rose wasn’t an exception. “She amuses me. No one surprises me, ever…but that one shocks the shit out of me regularly. I can’t figure her out. Not that I need to. All I want is her pussy. After that, who gives a fuck. It’s all about the game…and I always win.” He took a long pull off his beer and belched. Usually he didn’t want to play chase and didn’t have to given all the tail that fell at his feet daily. It was fresh to mix it up a little. She had what the bitches and rats didn’t—dignity. Whether it was a good thing or bad, he hadn’t decided. He didn’t ever want an ol' lady, and she was probably hoping to become one if she were anything like her whore of a mother. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t take advantage of the situation and wear her in good before he set her aside. If her cunt was half as tight as he thought it was, she was worth a little effort. It would be nice to fuck a girl and actually feel the walls of her cunt squeezing around his dick instead of tossing a hot dog down a hallway. He was hung like a damn mule and half the girls he stuffed it in were so loose it took their ass being full of cock too to get any sensation out of it.
“Agreed. So, how long do you plan to toy with her before we can fuck her and get on with our night? I have a poker game planned. Ol’ Chief thinks he can win back what he lost last week. I guess his ol’ lady was pissed and demanded he get it back or she was gonna kick him to the couch for a month.”
“Not too long. My balls are barking. He fucked up if he pissed Raven off. That bitch scares me.”
“Me too. Her skills with a blade are what nightmares are made of. Remember the hang-around who tried to get forceful with her. The poor bastard has to sit to piss now.”
“Oooh shit, I forgot about that. Yeah, she is one hardcore bitch. I almost pity the old bastard.” Tonto spotted Rose walking back, balancing an arm full of beers, shot glasses, and a fifth of Tequila in her arms like a pro. The woman was one hell of a waitress. Before she got to the middle of the room, Jody spotted her and went in for the kill. Jody was as nasty as rats came. She had been Krista’s only friend, and he had been half tempted to kick her out on her ass when he had sent Krista packing. The only thing that had stopped him was she was a greedy whore and could take half his men if the night called for it. No one went to bed hard, ever. He might not ever fuck her, even with someone else's dick, but the guys appreciated her eagerness and talents.
If her posture was anything to go off, things might get entertaining and fast. Jody had one hand planted on her hip that she deliberately cocked outwards enough her pants rode even lower, allowing the crack of her ass to peek out the top. She had a finger shoved in Rose’s face with the other hand and her mouth was flapping a hundred miles a minute. Rose just stood there casually, her lack of amusement evident. When the rat stopped for air, she turned and walked off. Jody obviously didn’t agree to her being so easily dismissed and stepped back in front of her, fueled even more. This time Rose casually sat her armload down neatly on a nearby table and turned slowly, landing a left hook right in Jody’s mouth. Jody crumbled to the floor, bleeding and squealing like a stuck pig while Rose gathered the drinks and walked back over to where they sat.
“Here ya go. I grabbed the Patrón. A few of the hang-arounds had broken the seal but I figure the President should have the good shit and leave the cheap stuff for them.”
“How do you know they were hang-arounds, Rose?” Tonto immediately went on defense, wondering who had explained to her the rankings and why the hell she needed to know. All MCs were established on the same rank system, but most civilians didn’t know or need to know. In most cases, it was better that way if ever there was a fight or something happened and the cops got involved, the less who knew was higher on the totem pole the better.
She looked up with a puzzled look. “They didn’t have a cut on. This is a club party, so the chances of outsiders other than women being invited are slim, which could only mean they are hang-arounds.” Her eyes squinted together in a ‘duh’ expression. Whether Rose was playing them or not, she definitely understood some of the MC life. Tonto shot a glance at Sandman who dismissed it with a shrug. It took him a little while to agree with his reaction, but once he gave it some thought it did make sense. The girl had probably woken up to every biker on the west coast stumbling out of her mother’s bed. She had probably picked up on a lot of their ways over the years.
“Sexy and brains. You could teach a few things to the bitches around here.” Tonto filled the shot glasses, handing her and Sandman both one before taking one for himself.
Rose glanced over at Jody who still sat whining about her mouth to a group of Prospects who were no doubt convincing her that they could take her mind off the pain. When she turned back her eyes locked with his. “Yeah, maybe some. You can’t fix stupid though.”
Sandman laughed, flipping up the amber liquid and gulping it effortlessly. Tonto shook his head with a snicker and followed, reaching to pour himself another before she had even taken hers to her lips.
Rose never was one for hard liquor but given the fact she had witnessed a porn show that would make most professional porn stars blush and had socked a bitch in the mouth within the first twenty minutes after arriving, a little liquid medication was in order. She had assumed tonight would be rough, but nothing could have prepared her for this. Yet—here she sat. Instead of running for the damn door as fast as she could, she waited to see what else would happen. Working the fights had nothing on an MC party. So, she did what any woman would do. She held her breath and tossed back the liquid fire, swallowing rapidly to keep it down before she chugged her beer enough that when she unplugged her nose and took a breath, the fumes were tolerable. She had learned the nifty little trick of shutting off her nose while working at the local nursing home. The entire place smelled of stale urine and feces that it had her puking so much her first day of work the head nurse had sent her home and instructed she either learn to shut it off or find another job. She learned to shut her nose off, which made working there a hell of a lot easier until one night she witnessed a patient being mistreated and reported it. She was fired the next morning.
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Rose reached for the bottle but Sandman stopped her. “One’s enough. You stick with beer.” His voice came out harsher than he meant, but he didn’t think about it enough to clarify. If she was one of those females who needed sensitivity and lovey-dovey shit, she wasn’t worth his cock. He wasn’t and never would be a good guy, and didn’t pretend to be. What you saw is what you got, take it or leave it. There were plenty who would drop their panties and bend over for him if she didn't.
“I’m sorry? If me drinking your alcohol is a problem, you might remember to share that little bit of information when you invite someone. I could have stopped by the damn liquor store on the way.”
Sandman almost spit beer everywhere. Her attitude was another thing to chalk up to the Rose’s list of shocking attributes. “If you haven’t noticed, money isn’t exactly a problem. I just want you to remember screaming out my name when I fuck that sweet ass of yours tonight.” This time, he shocked her. She recovered quicker than he expected.
“Who is to say you can make me scream at all, Sandman? Drunk or sober.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, unconsciously licking her bottom lip. Her flirting didn't go unnoticed. Given the fact they both had to readjust their position and grab their crotch, she had more game than she thought. It had been so long since she had been with a guy, and even then, it was a stretch calling them men.
Tonto leaned in on her other side, unable to sit observing. “I say. It will be both our names you are panting…and begging for more.” Sandman leaned in on her other side and trapped her between them.
“We are going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked, Rose. When we are done, your sweet little cunt is gonna to be raw.”
Rose felt her panties soak through. She should be appalled at the way they talked to her, giving nothing but vulgar roughness but it didn’t. It had her pussy clenching and the spark of desire tingling in her womb. With the party in full swing, it didn’t help matters that everywhere she looked—she saw sex. Hot, raunchy, unrestrained sex. Group sex. Crazy sex. Hell, across the room straight in front of them was two chicks kissing with their clothes off. The blonde had two of her fingers in the redhead and finger fucking her deep, working her over good while she took a dick from behind. When the blonde brought the redhead to orgasm, she came, followed by the guy. Instead of them calling it a night, another took his place and a third—Brent—the one who had brought her there, yanked the redhead away and impaled her on his cock while yet another biker dropped his fly and buried himself in her ass. Rose was so turned on by the show she didn’t notice her own skirt being raised until Tonto had slid her damp panties to the side and worked his long digits knuckle deep in her. Before she could protest, Sandman took her mouth, kissing the last bit of her reserves away. For something so wrong and taboo, it felt so damn good. She tried to look around and make sure no one saw, but the few who were watching seemed to be enjoying it as much as she was. When she spotted them fisting their bare cocks, she lost it. Whatever deep darkness she had buried inside of her was unleashed, giving herself over to the two and she came. Hard. Her cunt milked his fingers, clenching in desperation for more. She wanted them.
Sandman pulled away from her mouth with a grunt and stood, yanking her to her feet so fast Tonto didn’t have a chance to pull his fingers out and a flood of her juices gushed down her thigh when Sandman grabbed her by the hand and tugged her across the room toward a hallway. She looked over her shoulder for Tonto, half afraid he had lost interest, which was definitely not the case. Tonto was right behind her, his eyes narrowed and lethal. Neither of them spoke as they led her around two separate corners and to the end of yet another hall before entering a huge bedroom. When Sandman flipped on the light, she gasped. A huge stone fireplace took up an entire wall along one side, not to be outdone by a bed bigger than any king size she had ever seen. Its huge four-poster frame reached to the ceiling dominating the space almost as much as the two rough and tough bikers who were now stripping their shirts off. Holy Jesus. Rose’s mouth went dry. Both Sandman and Tonto were chiseled with muscle upon muscle. Their shoulders alone were so broad she was surprised either fit through the doorway without turning sideways. She didn’t know where to look. She feasted on them in a visual overload trying to take it all in without missing something. Sandman moved closer and kicked his shoes off, slowing his pace to give her a show. A scar ran across his chest, encased in tattoos that ran up one arm and across, connecting to the other arm. No words could describe the bulging abs that ran down in that sexy ‘V’ to the top of his jeans. When he unhooked them and let them fall at his feet, she almost fainted. The biggest dick she had ever seen sprung free, bobbing above his belly button. The girth alone made her sex ache. Of course he isn’t wearing underwear. Men like these don’t hide under useless undergarments. How the hell is that going to fit? It was intimidating. Kinky. Naughty. Whether it would rip her in half or not, she wanted every colossal inch.
“You like that, baby? I bet you’ve never had a huge dick in you before have you?” Sandman stepped toward her slowly, keeping his eyes locked to hers. She couldn’t find her voice, only managing to shake her head no. Tonto closed in from her other side, slowly unzipping his fly with each step. Her eyes tore away from Sandman, seeing Tonto in all of his bronzed beauty for the first time. Like Sandman, he had tattoos covering most of his torso, spreading up his arms and shoulders. Something sparkly caught her eye and she stepped forward to investigate without realizing she had moved. Her hand traced over Tonto’s pecks, flicking at the two silver rings that pierced his nipples. “That’s hot,” she said, barely loud enough for him to hear. He grabbed her hand and pushed it lower down his stomach until her hand was wrapped around his dick. She felt her head swoon the moment it made contact with the soft velvety surface. It was damn near the same size as Sandman’s, if not longer. Maybe she was a glutton for punishment, and might need a wheel chair to roll out of there later, but all of her inner dark fantasies bubbled to the surface at once.
“You’re so big…” Rose mumbled, lost in her own desire.
“Mmm. I bet you want to taste it, don’t you? Suck me, Rose,” Tonto commanded, the firmness in his voice sending her straight to her knees willingly. Normally she was more of a take charge kind of gal in the bedroom, but there was just something about these two that had her wanting to submit everything to them. This was no strings attached sex. She knew that…and yet, as the assholes they were, she sensed something more underneath. Their words were tough, but their touch was tender. Caring. Loving almost. Tonto softly brushed her hair back and held it out of the way, giving her full access to his waiting dick. If her mouth felt half as good as he imagined, he was going to have to fight to hold back and not blow down her throat.
Rose flicked her tongue along the bulb, attentively tracing the sensitive ring of nerves around it before swallowing him down her throat in one thrust. It surprised him, drawing a gasp from his chest that fueled her to work him good. “Fuck!” His head lulled back, enjoying every minute of it.
“She’s sucking you good, bro. Hell, Red doesn’t swallow a cock that good,” Sandman said, giving his dick a few good pumps as he watched.
She didn’t seem experienced, and yet her mouth licked and sucked in ways that most porn stars were incapable of. She held a natural talent—a quality that was rare. Slow and sensual, she bobbed up and down his length, taking more of him each time until he felt her tongue flatten and her throat stretch. Even though he felt her gag slightly she pressed on, speeding her movements. His dick dripped with saliva, running down his balls and he fought the urge to face fuck her and shoot his load down her throat. She pulled him out some to gain a tempo, using her hand to compensate for the lost warmth around the base of his dick. With her other hand, she rolled his balls around, reaching under to press along the thin strip that led to his ass, giving pressure on the tiny gland, closest equivalent to a woman clit that guys have. Tonto's balls loaded up and knew he needed to make her stop before he blew but he
couldn’t. It felt too damn good. Sandman must have sensed his control slipping, because he moved up to her and poked her cheek with the head of his dick. “Give me some of that, baby,” he coaxed. Tonto pulled her off him by her hair, giving just enough sting her cunt dripped with excitement. She turned and gave Sandman the same treatment, keeping one hand pumping up and down Tonto’s shaft.
“Son of a bitch that’s good,” Sandman gasped.
“Fuck yeah. Suck that cock good. Juice it up nice and wet,” Tonto encouraged, finding just as much pleasure in watching as he did receiving. Every so often she would pull back and switch, bouncing back and forth between the two. At one point they scooted side by side, allowing her to lick them both at the same time and force the tips of both cocks in her mouth.
“Enough.” Sandman pulled back, making his dick ‘pop’ out of her mouth. He couldn’t help but smile. “You look fucking hot like this, Rose. Your lips swollen, your eyes heavy. I bet that little pussy is good and ready, isn’t it?” She stood, so lost in the moment she ignored the sharp tingles in her legs as the blood raced back in them.
“Why don’t you check for yourself?” she taunted, tugging her shirt up over her head. The thin lace of her bra did little to conceal her hard buds that played peek-a-boo. This time, she gave them a show. Little by little she disrobed, keeping her movements slow. When she unhooked her bra, both of her hands came up to cup her tits, rubbing over her tingling sensitized nipples. Tonto bent down and sucked one in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. She groaned.
“If she likes that, I bet she’ll like this even more.” Sandman did the same to the other side, nipping just a tad harder than Tonto.
Rose couldn’t take it. She wanted them now. “Please!” she begged, reaching for their cocks, only to have her hand shoved away.
“Get on the bed. Now!” Sandman roared. Rose didn’t argue. She crawled up into the middle of the bed and waited, realizing for the first time she had no idea how the hell it was going to work. Would they take turns? Surely they wouldn’t do her ass, right? She had had anal sex before, but it wasn’t ever anything but painful for her. The idea seemed hot, especially with these two, but she didn’t want to risk loosing the pleasure they promised on something she was unsure of. Tonight was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and all be damned if she didn’t get something out of it for once.
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