by Miss Merikan
It didn’t take him long to find the plastic bottle, and he sat back, pulling on Candy’s legs to roll her hips onto a folded bit of the comforter. She looked so completely relaxed with her thighs spread wide and a burn in her eyes that it affected him, too.
“Ready?” he whispered, pouring some of the gel into his palm to warm it up. He couldn’t see her anus well yet. It was hidden somewhere in the dusk between her buttocks, but just the perspective of touching her other hole made his skin break out in the good kind of goose bumps.
“Just be gentle.” Candy winked at him, and when she pushed her legs up for her calves to rest on his shoulders, it was Sam who groaned.
“I’d never hurt such a pretty hole,” he whispered, moving his finger around the puckered entrance, feeling up the deliciously smooth folds. The circles were coming ever closer to her anus, spreading the lube all over. Just above, her pussy was waiting for Sam’s attention in all its pink, well-glazed glory, and he gently petted the seam of her labia with his thumb.
“Go on…” she whispered, looking just as beautiful all undone, with wet hair and no make-up, as she did in her pretty dresses and curls. Maybe even better, because this way, she was all his. Naked, writhing in front of him, for pleasure only he could give her.
He pushed the tip of his thumb against her entrance and gently swirled it in, watching her flushed face, hypnotized. Candy’s lips parted into a little ‘oh’. Sam could get off on just watching her tight body folded up like that. He felt special that she let him in on her secrets as well. The way she had sex with him wasn’t like having a club slut tell him to ‘fuck her ass’. She trusted him, really wanted him, not just any guy from the club. And then there was the intimacy that came with spilling his heart out.
He pushed his thumb farther inside her, savoring how her smooth flesh clung to the digit. He slipped in the very tip of his index finger to tease the anus open and get full access to that delicious heat.
“How do you like it?”
“Feels good, baby,” Candy whispered, her eyes locked with his. She reached up to her chest, kneading her own breasts.
Sam leaned down and sank into the skin of her stomach, placing wide, open-mouthed kisses all around her navel. His hands explored her ass and pussy, gradually opening her up.
“Fill my pussy too,” she said, slowly rocking against his fingers.
He grinned at her, completely relaxed, and speared her with two fingers. He curled his digits so that they’d touch through the wall of flesh in between, and gently rocked his own crotch against the sheets. The touch felt rough, almost painful, but it did take the edge off.
“I wanna fuck your ass so bad.”
“Go on, Sam, use that vibrator and you’ll see some magic.” She let out short moans, gripping onto her nipples. After all, Sam was happy she didn’t do webcams. He’d be the only one to see all this.
He pulled out his fingers and wiped them on a handkerchief from a box by the toy container, before grabbing the anal vibrator. With his other hand still at Candy’s pussy, he slowly pushed the tip of the toy into her anus, watching the slick flesh swallow it inch by inch.
“Oh, wow …” Candy bit her lip and closed her eyes, sliding her hands down to Sam’s head. She was such a sweet mixture of innocent and horny, Sam could have licked her up and down.
He grinned and bit her at the hip, switching on the vibrating function. Candy’s hips stirred, and he pushed the toy all the way in while crooking his fingers inside her pussy and twisting them in an abrupt move.
“You feel so good, babe.”
“Oh, my God!” Candy yelped and gripped onto his shoulders so hard her nails would leave scratches. Her hips moved faster, and her body wouldn’t stop stirring, teased by the vibrator. Her breathless moans filled the room, going all the way to Sam’s cock.
He frowned, focusing on her body, to see what movement she liked. He twisted, thrust, pulled. Harder. Softer. Quicker. Slower. Candy was putty in his hands as he thrust the dildo deep inside her over and over again, making sure it would brush against his fingers through the flesh in between. With the flush bright red on her chest and face, she’d be coming soon.
Sam thrust three fingers into her pussy as well, rocking above her, and despite not having the plumbing he’d want, he felt completely immersed in fucking her. It didn’t feel like any less than what he could do with a cock. She pressed her ass against the toy, letting her head fall back, and when she screamed out in pleasure, a wetness sprinkled Sam’s hand and chest.
He gasped, living through the spasms of her pussy as if it weren’t his fingers but cock inside. He squeezed his thighs, putting pressure around his cock as he fucked her fiercely through her orgasm, only slowing down once the tremble in her body subsided.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He’d never seen a girl squirt in real life before, and knowing that he’d gotten her there brought a proud grin to his face.
“Too much …” she panted. “Turn it off now.” Little trembles still went through her body in the most delicious ways. Sam didn’t even know where to look anymore. To her orgasmic face, trembling nipples, or down to her hot, pink pussy?
He switched off the vibrator and slowly withdrew it out of her hole, which immediately clenched, as if missing the touch. Sam exhaled and put the toy on the used handkerchief before lying at Candy’s side. He leaned down to kiss her breast, and the warmth of her skin almost burned his lips. His own cock was throbbing like crazy, and his mind was looking for ways of release, but he’d have to go out of bed and wash his fingers first, so he stayed.
“Oh … That was amazing …” Candy leaned into the hug, her fragrant body still smelling of arousal. In moments like these, he did wish he could just slide his cock in and leave his spunk in her tight body. “How do I touch you?” she whispered, and her hand slowly trailed down his body, exploring his stomach.
Sam’s whole body arched against her, his crotch twitching in excitement. It’d been so, so long since anyone had put a hand below his waist, he didn’t even know what to say. He grabbed her hand and pushed it where he wanted it, against his tiny cock. He rocked against it, capturing her lips in a deep, ravishing kiss. His mind was all burning need.
Candy smiled into the kiss, moving her hand in those undecided ways that were so typical of her that Sam figured she wasn’t afraid to touch him. If he’d had a big dick, she’d probably be just as shy about it. Her lips opened up for his tongue, just as her pussy did for his fingers. Candy hooked her leg over his hip to be closer, and feeling her soft, feminine fingers on his cock was so different to his own coarse touch that there was no mistaking those two.
He gasped, pulling her close with his free arm, completely immersed in the warm peach aroma of her skin and hair. Squeezing her hand, he showed her the rhythm he enjoyed, already shuddering, close to the edge.
“Candy ...”
Shown how to touch him, Candy’s strokes became more confident, and the kisses became passionate with her moves against him. Nothing mattered but their naked bodies touching freely. Sam pulled her soft breasts against his chest, bucking his hips rapidly, until it all became too much, and he came, groaning into her mouth as her fingers became even more fervent. He had to eventually stop her when the sensations became too much, and he pushed into the softness of her arms, breathing hard.
Perfect.
Candy wrapped her arms around him, tracing her fingernails over his back. “Was that good?” she whispered and kissed his ear.
Sam nodded and slid his arms tight around her. With his head on her breasts, he felt like something rushed him straight into heaven as he rode the sweet calm of afterglow.
“Stay the night?” Candy kissed the top of his head.
Sam smiled, finally stretching next to her, utterly satisfied. He couldn’t believe he‘d been so afraid of this. All his worries were melting down like snow in a desert. “Whatever you want, Candy.”
Chapter 14
The intense smell of fresh paint an
d wood wasn’t nearly strong enough to kill the smell of Candy’s amazing banana cream pie. In fact, there were a total of two pies, a pile of cookies, strawberry shortcake, and two kinds of cheesecakes on the table. And Candy urged everyone to stuff themselves. She made all the sweets as a thank you for everyone who helped with the renovation of her new store, but it was too much even for a group of bikers.
Still, despite Sam’s stomach tearing at the seams, he got himself yet another piece of cake as soon as he was done with the banana cream pie. The crust was perfect—buttery, with a good crunch to it—and the flavors were so perfectly balanced he supposed Candy was some kind of kitchen goddess, who came to earth in order to spread her wisdom.
“Those are too good,” said Viper, rolling his eyes back as he swallowed peanut butter cookies with a jelly and cream topping.
Sam smiled. There they were after a hard day’s work and eating sweets instead of beef. All Candy’s fault. The store wasn’t quite finished yet, but all the necessary supplies and furniture were already in the small bakery at the back, and the front of the store was painted and had a new floor. The store was now in the hands of some woman who’d do the fancier decorations Candy wanted, but it was supposed to only take two days, and then Candyland would be open. It wasn’t in the club’s interest for the place to really prosper, but Sam went behind Borg’s back and had some fliers printed out, so that there would be customers over for the opening night. He’d hate to see Candy disappointed.
“You ready for my last batch?” Candy yelled from the back, and moments later paraded out with a tray of chocolate cupcakes. “They have raspberry filling.” She put the delicious looking food on the table. Sam was sure Borg was ready to decline, but the prez reached for the cupcakes anyway.
“Okay … Maybe just one more,” he muttered.
“Why don’t you try one?” Sam asked her, munching on the boozy cheesecake.
“‘Cause I try a bit of everything as I’m making it. I’m stuffed already. Maybe you have to show me how to do weights at the gym.” Candy laughed and plopped into Sam’s lap with all her pink petticoats. She wore the candy cane necklace today, the one she had on when they met, and he couldn’t resist playing with it.
Red Jack scowled. “Oh, no, don’t do that. Muscles wouldn’t look well with the stuff you wear.”
Sam chuckled. “You don’t automatically get muscles if you work out, come on.”
“True,” admitted Glock with his mouth full of cupcake. “Diet’s super important. She’d have to eat lots of protein.”
Candy was so skittish she still wouldn’t meet Glock’s gaze, even though it’d been ages since the nail incident. At least she settled on pretending it never happened instead of avoiding their sergeant-at-arms.
“Exactly. I’d burn off fat first. But I doubt I could get as lean as my Sam.” Candy wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck and gave him a kiss.
Sam couldn’t be any happier. He and Candy were a good fit. They had fun together, and the sex was amazing. Oh, and she could bake. No one could argue with that.
“You two get a room!” Glock laughed and leaned over to punch Sam’s arm.
“Later,” said Sam, discreetly pushing his hand under Candy’s skirt, just to feel her skin above the stockings.
Her giggle was sweeter than the banana cream pie, but she got up when someone knocked at the front door to the store. “It’s my store, I can do what I want,” she said with a grin, even though it wasn’t technically her property.
Sam stared after her with a smile ghosting on his lips. He was done with the cheesecake. Time for a snickerdoodle cookie. He’d have to have a lot of veggies and water to neutralize all that sugar, but it was worth it.
“That’s going well,” said Borg with a shrug.
Glock frowned. “That girl, she really likes you, Samson.”
Sam looked up at him, unsure whether it was a dig at him for never having had a steady girlfriend, or mere curiosity.
Viper just watched Sam with his face stuffed full of cake. With the snake tattoos on his body, and his cheeks stuffed like a hamster’s, he reminded Sam of a cobra that just swallowed its prey whole.
But some commotion at the front of the store took everyone’s attention off Sam.
“No, don’t go in there,” Candy said loudly.
A male voice answered her sharply. “You playing boss, darlin’? Think about how that can end up for you.”
Sam exchanged glances with his brothers and rushed to the front of the store, barging through the door. He frowned at a tall man with tattoos all over his body.
“Is there a problem?”
Candy smiled and waved her hand at them, but Sam didn’t like the nervous way she did that. “No, no, this gentleman thought the store was opening today.”
“Doesn’t look like a gentleman to me,” Red Jack mumbled, peeking from behind the wall.
“Who is that, babe? Is he bothering you?” asked Sam, rushing to stand at her side. His eyes met the customer’s, who stepped back and raised his hand.
“The lady’s right. Must have had too much magic dust.”
“The store will be open in a few days. You can come back then,” Candy said, a bit deflated.
The man gave her a tight smile and walked out, slamming the door behind himself.
“Some people are just so rude, right?” She hugged Sam tight.
“Yeah, but no one fucks with the Coffin Nails!” yelled Red Jack, and Sam gave a half-hearted fist pump, putting his arm over Candy’s shoulders.
“We’ll fit you with better locks, just in case.”
“Thank you.” Candy gave Sam a kiss before pulling away. “I’m gonna go do some more shopping, and I’ll leave you to supervise the cakes. You boys be good.” She winked at them and went to the wooden counter to get her bag.
“What, now?” Sam frowned and followed her. “Shouldn’t you stay and celebrate?”
“Just some ingredients, Sam. I’ll be back in no time.” Candy put on a pair of pink-rimmed sunglasses and stroked his shoulder.
He exhaled and patted her ass goodbye. “Okay, go. I’ll eat myself silly waiting for you.”
“Good. You’ll have a lot of energy.” Candy sent him a kiss in the air, and it was followed by wolf-whistles from Sam’s brothers.
Sam stretched and closed the door behind her before returning to the table. “Seems we have to finish all this on our own,” he said, taking another piece of cheesecake.
“I’m so fucking stuffed already. Don’t think I’m gonna eat cake for the rest of the year,” muttered Viper, hitting himself on the chest with his fist.
“I could take some for Monster.” Red Jack chuckled. “The poor fucker’s getting bored of Thai food. Or he’s just bored of my basement.”
Sam noticed Glock’s brows lowering, so he patted his back and sat down. “Which ones will it be for him?
Glock sighed. “He’s more into ‘healthy’ snacks. I suppose I’d go with peanut butter cookies.”
They sat down by the table, and Red Jack packed some of the sweets in a paper bag. “He’s doing fine. He’s just bored.”
“I’ll bring you something to pass on tomorrow. We can’t have him going crazy in that basement,” said Glock with a grim face.
“While we’re at it. Red, get us some beer. It’s your turn,” said Borg, leaning back in the chair.
Red Jack scowled, but slowly rose to his feet and moved toward the door without hurry. “We need a new prospect,” he muttered.
Sam pretended to be mighty interested in another cake, and things by the table got a bit quiet until they heard the bell at the front of the store ring with Red Jack closing the door.
Borg looked up at them. “We need to find a way to move the drugs. They’re all in fucking storage right now. Not making any money for us, and we’ll soon have to buy more, so the cartel doesn’t know we’re in the shit.”
Viper chewed on his lip. “Let’s not beat around the bushes.”
Glock stuf
fed his mouth with a cupcake, deeming himself unable to speak, and Borg scratched his head. “We’ve been talking, and there’s something that could work.”
Sam exhaled, listening carefully. Being included into those conversations when Red Jack, or anyone else was left in the dark made him feel proud of how far he’d come. He wanted to show everyone he was worth the trust.
“Yeah?”
“How about we get Candygirl to stuff the drugs inside those pretty cakes of hers?” said Borg, looking into Sam’s eyes.
Glock and Viper silently nodded. They must have been in on this.
Sam looked to his lap and crossed his arms on his chest. One of his legs started tapping the floor without his conscious thought, so he stopped it. “She was supposed to just store them here. That’s a bigger risk.”
Glock leaned over the table. “She can go back to making regular pies when the heat on us cools off.”
Sam harrumphed and looked at Borg across the table. Suddenly, the pies between them seemed to smell bitter. “She won’t be happy,” he said, but deep down he knew it was he, who was worried.
“Well, she’s got you to keep her happy, right?” Viper laughed and got himself a cupcake, as if all of this were a joke to him.
“What if she’s busted? She’s not part of the club.”
Glock nodded. “But she knows too much, and she’s too involved anyway. We need to keep the girl on a tight leash, so she knows that if we go down, she goes down with us. And I do not see her surviving prison, so she better bring her A-game.”
Sam shook his head, anger simmering in his stomach in sharp waves at that last comment. “She’s gonna say ‘no’.”
Borg spread his arms. “Convince her. I’m sure you can.”
Sam chewed on his lip, trying to keep his breath under control. It was a fucking test of loyalty, and he hated every second of it.
“She’s gonna get paid for it, too,” Viper added as if that were any help. Money wasn’t the point here. The point was Sam’s sweet girlfriend involved in drugs.
But when he looked at Borg again, he knew he didn’t want to disappoint him. “Fine, I’ll do my best.”