Stripped Raw

by Miss Merikan

  Candy bit back a smile and gave him a seductive look from underneath her long lashes. “Are you sure you’re ready for it?” She took a step back.

  Sam folded his arms across his chest. His breath was coming in sharp gasps as he scrutinized Candy from the tips of her shoes to her big blue eyes. God, those legs were so long ...

  “I’ve been ready even before we went into that mall.”

  Candy pulled the T-shirt out of her high-waisted skirt, and each new inch of skin on show had Sam’s dick throbbing. She revealed the pink plunge bra and put the T-shirt on the bike. The cups pushed her boobs closer, making them look bigger, yet half the bra was pure lace, so her nipples were on show. “Maybe the bra is enough?” she teased.

  Sam shook his head, even though what he really wanted was to bite her pink nipples through the fabric. His gaze fell to the patterns on her legs, straight to where the skirt ended.

  As Candy lifted the fabric and soft petticoats, his jaw went slack. She wasn’t wearing the panties Sam had bought her. Her naked pussy was trapped tight against the thin nylon of the tights.

  “Holy fuck,” muttered Sam, scratching the top of his head as he stared at her, completely transfixed. It was probably the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

  “I like how it feels against my skin,” she whispered, her voice almost lost in the roar of a car driving over the bridge above them. Sam couldn’t force himself to look up at her face, watching those pussy lips move slightly when she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

  He walked up to her and put his hand on her warm flesh, squeezing it through the nylon. It was warm all over, but the middle was burning. He gasped, looking into Candy’s eyes as his mind went empty.

  “Don’t turn me on here!” She grabbed his wrist and laughed, but there wasn’t much force to her pushing away his hand, and she still held her skirt up with the other hand.

  Sam groaned. “Bend over the bike.”

  “Why? You wanna see the back?” She giggled and turned around to show him her backside in a layer of nylon as thin as cobweb. When she leaned over the bike, it was a sight worthy of a calendar photo shoot. And Candy would be Miss-every-month with those slim legs elongated by the pink high heels. With the tights a nude color, the pink dots looked like tattoos on her skin, and Sam wanted to lick each one. As she bent over the black leather seat, her pussy came into view, squeezed between her thighs, the pinkness of her labia already peeking out.

  Sam put his hands on her buttocks and squeezed them gently as he fell to one knee, pulling close to have a taste of her scent. There was the musk he expected, along with a sweetness that had to be uniquely Candy. He shuddered, slowly pulling his tongue up her sex.

  The little whimper she let out was music to his ears as she stirred her hips in front of his face. For once, Sam loved the bright daylight for sex. He could get a full view and took a mental shot for his spank bank when she spread her thighs and her labia opened slightly under the nylon.

  “That’s right, Candy, I’m breathing in your pussy,” he whispered and stiffened his tongue, pushing it deeper between the folds along with the thin fabric. Her taste was just as he expected, and yet he already wanted more. He wanted her to trap him against her pussy with those lovely legs.

  Candy pushed against his lips excitedly, and it wasn’t just his lips making the fabric of her tights wet. Sam found endless amusement in how coy she’d be, only to then open up her legs for him. It made him feel like he had some magical key to that hot, pink pussy.

  “What the hell possessed you to leave out your panties, you naughty girl?” he whispered, pulling on her labia with his teeth. His hands slid up and down her legs, all the way to her ankles, as he pushed his face further against her pussy.

  She moaned, only arching her ass higher. “I love it how the nylon rubs against me. Sometimes, I just don’t wear panties and push my clit against the seam by just moving my thighs.” The image of Candy doing that on a public bus flooded Sam’s mind with lots of spank bank imagery. Such a horny girl. Just sitting there and rubbing herself with no one noticing what was going on under that fluffy skirt of hers. If Sam knew, he’d dive right in.

  He poured all of his lusty thoughts into sucking her off. She was so wet already he didn’t have to worry about tasting the fabric as he drank her. He was like a thirsty dog, lapping at her and digging his tongue deeper, pushing the nylon shallowly into her hole.

  “Sam …”

  He loved how she moaned his name like he was the only one who could get her off. In his ears, it almost sounded like ‘give me your dick, Sam’, or ‘stick your fingers in, Sam’. Candy’s pussy was hot and throbbing with arousal. Having her bent over the bike like this reminded him of all the porno pinups that hung around the garage for guys to ogle in a free moment. All they could do was jerk off to those pretty asses trapped forever in paper. But not him. He was getting a taste of a beautiful blonde sticking up her ass while bent over a bike. It made him feel like a superhero. Like a man other guys only dreamed of being.

  He didn’t have his erection rod on him, and it made him want to groan. She was perfectly positioned for a quick, hard fuck that she’d never forget, but Sam wasn’t without options to satisfy her horny cunt. He stretched the wet fabric over Candy’s hole and ripped it with a deeply satisfying crack. There it was, pink and ready.

  “My tights!” Candy whimpered. “You’re lucky you’re the one who bought them,” she complained, but only opened her legs wider, even giving Sam a glimpse of her dusky asshole. The way just her pussy stuck out from under the fabric made the sight even better than seeing her naked. It drew all of Sam’s focus to those wet, glistening lips. He held onto her thighs as he licked in between them, and he could feel her muscles tremble under his grip.

  His body was growing frantic, and he tried to increase the pressure on his cock as he pushed two fingers into Candy’s pussy, sucking her hard through the tights. The way she stirred and pushed back against him was everything he wanted to know. She was getting close to release, her pussy squeezing around his digits like a vise. He had fucked her before, but the close-up view he was getting now was hard to beat. It was him moaning when she pushed back on his fingers and stirred on them.

  “So good, Sam …” Candy panted as her cunt squeezed his fingers. The heat of her body was getting Sam feverish with lust, and he unzipped his pants, pushing his hand inside. It took him only a few strokes to shudder with his tongue tickling Candy’s clit and his fingers up her juicy hole.

  “Fuck ...”

  The teasing of his tongue was that push she needed, and she moaned loudly, still fucking herself on his fingers as her pussy started rhythmically clenching around his digits. Her body shivered, and Sam could feel the sweat on her thighs through the nylon. Candy’s hot pussy dripped with juices Sam was all too eager to lick up. His whole body had that pleasant after-orgasm buzz as he took his time enjoying his girl’s pussy lips in gentle laps. He nudged her labia open with his nose and licked her until she was clean. Only after zipping up his pants did he get to his feet, holding onto her hips for balance. That was just the wild ride he needed.

  Candy slowly pushed herself up and threw her hair back to look over her shoulder. She looked like a fucking biker slut goddess with her curly blonde hair, the pink bra, the eyeliner, heels, ass and pussy still on show. If only Sam had the fucking erection rod on him, he’d nail her again.

  “You want me to suck you, baby?” she whispered breathlessly.

  Sam’s mind blanked for a second. So he had the misfortune of being with a woman who actually asked if she could suck his dick. He did not expect that from sweet Candy. He could fuck her with a dildo, and she wouldn’t notice as long as the thing was good quality and warm, but his packer could definitely not pass the test upon close examination.

  “I already came, babe,” he whispered, brushing his hand against her back.

  Candy slowly turned around and sat her pussy straight on the leather of his bike. She pulle
d him close by his cut, and wrapped her legs around his hips like the sweetest of traps. Their lips met for a languid kiss. She must not mind her own taste, and that thought only aroused Sam more.

  “I’ll do it for you next time, Sam. You’re so amazing to me,” she said between one kiss and another.

  Sam forced himself to smile, but deep down, all his excitement was being pushed into the mud. He should have stuck to one-night stands, not get involved with a honey trap that could possibly lead to the end of his life as a Coffin Nail. He couldn’t let this continue without telling her the truth, which was exactly what he didn’t want to do. His heart was hammering in his chest at a rapid speed, and he took a deep breath to calm down.

  “Maybe even tonight, if you come over to my place and stay the night? We could buy wine, eat some cake, and celebrate.” Her bright smiles couldn’t soothe his nerves even though the way she stroked his chest through the T-shirt spoke of adoration.

  He exhaled, fighting the tightness in his chest as he took hold of her wrists and pulled them away. “Can’t tonight. There’s club business to attend.”

  Candy sighed. “Oh … that’s such a shame. You’re gonna have to be spending time with Red Jack and Borg instead of me.” She pushed her tits closer together with her arms, pushing them up for Sam.

  He gave up and leaned down his head, laying his cheek on her fragrant breasts. The skin there was silky smooth and warm, just what he wanted to feel while falling asleep. But there would be none of it.

  “I know.”

  “You’ll call me when you’re free?”

  Sam nodded with grim thoughts like a black cloud in his brain. He was fucked.

  Chapter 11

  It had been two weeks since Candy quit her job. And two weeks since she’d last heard from Sam. She was as pissed off as she was upset. There she was, opening up her heart and legs for this guy, and after amazing sex, beating her boss up to defend her honor, and not complaining about being called her ‘boyfriend’, he vanished from the face of the earth? What the actual fuck?

  Not having the diner job, and not having the shop yet either, gave Candy more free time than she would have liked. She spent more time than usual testing out toys. Sometimes she’d be bored enough to try out five different toys in a day. She went running, she went to the beach, she learned to do ten new different hairstyles, and she window-shopped at vintage stores. At one point, she even considered getting a poodle, but that seemed irresponsible with her current situation. She also stepped up her game with the catering business, but without a car, she couldn’t take orders from people who weren’t able to pick up their cakes.

  Worst thing was that without the diner job, it didn’t look like she was going to make the full payment to Bastian, and even thinking about it was getting her nauseated.

  But mostly, she was waiting. Everything reminded her of Sam. They hadn’t known each other very long, but what they did share was so intense she couldn’t stop thinking about him. While testing out one of the vibrators, she started fantasizing about the coarse skin of his fingers and his thick dick slamming into her, but instead of orgasming, she started crying, so she gave the fucking toy a 1-star. Fuck that.

  She was watching television while drinking sweet tea when the phone rang. It was an unknown number.

  She picked it up with a gasp. “Hello?”

  “I’m calling from the garage. Your car’s ready to pick up,” said a voice she couldn’t recognize. Biggest disappointment of all—it wasn’t Sam. The bastard didn’t even have the decency to contact her about the car? What did she ever do to him?

  “Oh … yeah … Today? I’ll be over soon.”

  Now that Sam suddenly started shunning her, she was wondering about the size of the bill, too. But the car was a necessity, so she showered and dressed in her pineapple-print dress and yellow high heels to show Sam what he was missing—if he was even there. She managed to convince one of the neighbors to give her a ride, and fifteen minutes later, she stood at the gate of the large garage right next door to the Coffin Nails fortress.

  Her tiny green handbag was getting sweaty in her palms, so she took a deep breath and walked into the den of danger with as much confidence as she could muster. She made a deal with Borg about the shop, so she didn’t think there could be anything anyone could hold against her.

  There was a young couple talking to two ordinary-looking men in overalls, who could be Coffin Nails or just random employees, for what she knew. As she walked closer to the actual building, she wondered who she was supposed to talk to, at least until she spotted St. Nick on a bench by the garage. He had his arm around the shoulders of a pretty, young girl in a skimpy dress. Candy was pretty sure she’d seen her somewhere. At the party?

  “Hi,” she said with a wide smile. “You’re St. Nick, right? Borg’s friend?”

  St. Nick frowned, and with his white beard and thick eyebrows, Candy couldn’t help but re-imagine him as a strict kind of Santa. If it only weren’t for the woman clinging to his side. Candy truly didn’t see the attraction. St. Nick wasn’t the hot kind of older man. He looked like everyone’s grandpa with a beard.

  He shrugged. “He’s my prez. We’d be better friends if he heard out what members with a longer history in the club have to say.”

  The girl chuckled and kissed his cheek through the beard.

  St. Nick even sounded like granddad complaining that he wasn’t the one deciding what’s for dinner anymore. Only the tattoos that covered his arms and a few little ones on his cheek revealed a darker side of him that Candy wasn’t about to explore.

  “Oh, okay … so … I’m here to pick up my car. Sam was working on it. Have you seen him anywhere?”

  St. Nick sighed and let go of his woman. “Lola, show that lost girl the way.”

  “Sure, Nicky,” she tweeted before getting to her feet and nodding toward the inside of the garage. She had to pull down her dress, because when she stood, it became apparent that the garment rolled up to reveal her ass.

  It made Candy feel good about choosing a knee-length dress. She even wore her hair in a tall beehive decorated with a green flower to look nice and classy. She wasn’t someone to be ignored.

  “Thanks. Your name’s Lola, right?” Candy asked, following her into the innards of the garage, each room dirtier and smelling of sweat and motor oil. There were several cars being worked on at once, but she couldn’t see hers anywhere. She and Lola headed toward a sequence of windows to what looked like a waiting room with a sofa and coffee machine, and another one with blinds, which could possibly be an office.

  Lola told her to wait and walked through a door, which had to lead to the other rooms. Candy tried hard to ignore the office. Sam could be there, and if Lola told him Candy was here, he’d surely look out through those blinds. She needed to stay pretty and classy, even though she was tempted to flash a bit of stocking.

  She stood straight, all attentive. If Sam were here, she’d freaking track him down and give him a smack. No, classy. She’d tell him exactly what she thought about his lack of contact. What was he thinking? That she would be the one to contact him first? He was the one who’d said he’d call, and she had her dignity.

  She wanted to speak when the door opened again, but it wasn’t Sam walking alongside Lola. It was the guy they called Monster, the reptile-eyed young man who had held a gun to her face. Candy froze, clutching her bag and trying to disappear. But it was hard to pretend he wasn’t there. He seemed to be her age, but there was something about him that gave her the chills, and being called like a serial killer wasn’t helping.

  He dismissed Lola with a gesture and held up Candy’s car keys. “It’s in the back,” he said, moving along the wall without waiting for her. What was up with him? Was he an actual psycho?

  Candy bit her lip but followed him with her guts twisting up. Seeing Monster only reminded her of how Sam had saved her. How intense he was afterward. “Do you know what was up with it?” She tried to make conversation, watching t
he patch on the back of his cut, with the grim picture that was the emblem of the Coffin Nails. The vest read ‘Prospect’ at the front, so he was still a kind of ... apprentice to the club.

  Monster looked back, his blond ponytail swishing like a whip. “No. It was Samson who repaired it. He said no bill.” With that, he pushed open a steel door, and Candy had to squint to protect her eyes from the sun.

  Was that all she was getting? A free car repair? She was so fucking angry she could punch Sam.

  “He said nothing else?” Candy asked, surprised how weak her voice sounded.

  Monster walked her all the way to her car and tapped its roof. “He doesn’t talk to me.”

  “Why?” she asked straight up. There was no point trying to be cute or flirty with this guy. His mind seemed to be on another plane of existence.

  Monster chuckled, but the laugh sounded insincere. He tossed the keys at her, and she hardly caught them at the cost of dropping her purse.

  “Ask him,” said Monster before walking off.

  Candy groaned and picked up her purse. She hoped the fucker prospects for a damn long time. This was not the end of it. She needed to talk to some females, because the guys here were not talking.

  She drove out of the garage with a squeal of tires, surprised at how smoothly the old junk ran. She took a deep breath and headed for Gina’s wedding parlor. She would bump into Sam by fake-accident if it killed her.

  The store was situated in a freestanding building in a retail park nearby, so Candy easily found a parking spot and rushed toward the entrance, which was framed by faceless mannequins in evening dresses and bridal wear. She slowed down when she spotted a bike, but she soon realized it wasn’t Sam’s. Maybe Borg was visiting his girlfriend?

  The store was quite large, with a display of mannequins modeling this season’s couture at one of the walls, and never-ending racks of all kinds of white. There was a group of young women sitting on a sofa in the far corner chatting excitedly next to a velvet curtain.