by Sam Crescent
It was her first real look at him. His body was twice the size of hers but without a trace of fat visible. She doubted he even had a blob of cellulite.
“I’m not ready,” she said, holding up her hands when he came closer.
“I’m not going to fuck you like this. We can do a lot more than fuck. Besides, your first time is not going to be on my fucking dining room table.” He came over, settling between her thighs.
What could they possibly do?
He teased the tip of his cock through her slit. She gazed down to see the thick rod of his shaft laid between her pussy lips. Her cream coated the length making it slippery.
“This is insane. What are you doing?” she asked.
Lash smirked. “I’ve made you come twice. I think it’s my time.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m getting off, baby. I need release, and I’m not finding any other woman to give me what I want. It’s only you.”
He shut her up with his mouth. She felt him get harder through the slit of her pussy. During his kiss, Lash started to move against her. With each thrust of his hips Lash bumped her clit, making her cry out.
When her mouth opened, Lash slammed his tongue deep inside.
There was nothing for her to do other than stroke him with her own. They made love on top of his dining room table without him once entering her. Angel got closer to orgasm with each caress of her clit.
His dick was thick and large. She didn’t know if he’d be able to fit inside her and was pleased they weren’t going to try tonight. He started to pant, and his tongue thrust into her, harder and faster than ever before.
“Come for me, Angel. I want to feel you come again.”
She gave him what he wanted. There was no stopping the way she felt. The pent up of emotion was too much. She reached climax within a matter of moments. Seconds later Lash thrust against her one final time, and then she felt the spurts of his seed as they landed on her stomach.
He let out a male growl and shuddered.
Angel stared up at him, unsure what to do. He looked in pain. She touched him arm trying to gain his attention. His eyes opened, and she was caught in their intense blue stare.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“I should be asking you that question.”
She frowned at him.
“You’ve never had a guy spunk on you, baby. This is a lot of firsts with you. How are you handling it?” he asked.
First, she hated the word spunk. It was crass and one of the worst things she’d ever heard. Many of the guys at the club shouted it or spoke about it. Other than that, she’d loved everything he’d done to her body. Licking her lips, she stared up at him wishing there was something she could say. Complaining about his use of the word spunk was petty. She wouldn’t bring it up. Lash was harder and rougher by choice. She needed to accept that about him.
“I’m handling everything fine.” She nodded her head. Her insides were all tied in knots. She didn’t know how to handle what was happening. Twenty-four hours ago she hadn’t been touched by anyone, and now she was being wet humped on a dining room table. Angel couldn’t think what to call it. She knew it wasn’t dry humping and feeling how wet she was, it was the only way she could describe it. They’d wet humped on the table, and now her stomach was covered with his semen.
Totally strange turn of events considering she didn’t think Lash knew she existed. She’d been wrong.
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Only with great restraint did Lash pull away from her body. How he managed to hump her pussy without fucking it was beyond him. Staring down at her stomach he saw the droplets of his seed coating her skin. A primal part of him wanted to rub the sticky seed into her skin. He wanted to mark her body and skin so every man knew who she belonged to.
He moved away long enough to grab a towel. When she made to move off the table, Lash stopped her with a hand to her stomach.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to admire my pussy.” Lash reached down, grabbing his cigarettes and a lighter. Grabbing the seat he’d pushed to the floor, he righted it and took a seat.
She was shaking as he turned to fully look at her body. He lit up a cigarette, inhaled the nicotine before breathing it out. Lash knew he needed to quit. There was no way he’d make Angel kiss him with smoker’s breath. He needed the smoke after the restraint he’d just shown.
“Smoking will kill you, you know?” she said.
Lash laughed. “I know, baby. After the orgasm you’ve just given me, I need a little reprieve.”
He heard her giggle, and the sound was delightful to him.
“How old are you?” she asked, catching him by surprise.
“What?”
“I don’t even know how old you are. Is that bad?”
Taking another deep draw on his cigarette Lash returned his gaze to her creamy pussy. Her clit was still swollen, and her lips were soaking wet from her cream. He’d wiped most of the semen away, but he wished it covered her pussy.
He looked forward to her getting a wax down there. Lash would be able to lick, suck, and nibble on her lips, clit and pussy all day long.
“It’s bad for anyone else. You don’t know a lot about me. I’m twenty-nine, baby.” He flicked ash in the ash tray and continued to stare at her cunt.
His cock thickened from the sight alone.
With his free hand, he started to pump the flesh.
“Do you know how old I am?” Angel asked. Her voice was small.
He chanced a glance in her direction to see her staring up at the ceiling.
“I know how old you are.” He waited a few minutes to see if she’d ask. “You’re nineteen years old, and your favourite colour is blue.”
Lash hated the fact he knew so much about her. His knowledge of her made him feel like a stalker.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she said.
He laughed, finished his cigarette and removed the ashtray from view. Lash moved to the sink, washed his hands and walked to her side.
“What don’t you believe?” Helping her off the table, Lash waited for her to elaborate.
“You must think I’m completely weird.”
Shaking his head, Lash bent down to pick up some bags. “I don’t think you’re weird. Don’t put any clothes on and follow me.”
He headed up the stairs. Going straight for the main bedroom he opened the door and deposited the bags on the bed. “This is our room.” Moving toward a closet Lash opened the door. His clothes were on one side of the walk-in-wardrobe. “Put your new shit here. The stuff you’ve got at the club is being burned. I don’t want to see you in anything but what I paid for.”
Leaving her to start on her clothes, Lash collected the other bags, put them on the bed then moved toward the bathroom. He quickly brushed his teeth and then walked back to the bedroom.
Angel was sorting through the bags, her body gloriously naked to his gaze.
“You follow instructions well.”
“I’ve not got any other choice.”
He frowned when he heard the wobble in her voice.
“Excuse me?”
She glanced up at him. “I’ve heard several rumours that we either do as you say or you get angry and hurt people.”
Hands fisted at his side, Lash stared at her and knew it wasn’t her fault for listening to the rumours. “I would never hurt you, Angel. You’ve got a choice here. I’m not going to force you to be with me.”
She dropped her head, and he couldn’t stand the thought of her thinking of him any differently.
Going to her, he dropped to his knees beside her and took her chin in his hands. He forced her to look at him. He stared into her green eyes and knew he’d do everything in his power to make her happy.
“I would never try anything with you that you wouldn’t enjoy. I’m a lot of things, Angel, but I’m not a molester or a rapist.”
“I know that.” She pulled out of his touch and stoo
d. He followed her into the wardrobe as she placed the next item on the rail. “I know you’re not like that.”
He stopped her from moving by blocking her path. “Look at me.”
She tilted her head back to stare at him.
“Tell me you wanted me to do those things to you.”
Lash needed for her to say the words. “Please don’t make me say it.”
“I’ve never taken a woman against her will. I don’t intend to start now. You tell me you wanted it, or I swear to God, I will send you back to the club and I’ll never touch you again.”
It would kill him to do that, but he’d make sure Tiny protected her.
“Yes.”
Her voice was so silent that he didn’t hear her clearly.
“What?”
“Yes, I liked everything you did to me. It was nice. More than nice, and I don’t think you’d make me do something I wouldn’t enjoy.”
Her cheeks were bright red, but he believed her words. For now, her word would do. She was a virgin. He planned to rectify that, but for now he was happy with what they were doing to each other.
“Finish putting your shit away. I’ll expect to see everything on you at some point. I’m going to get some chicken in the oven for dinner. When you’re done we’ll shower together.”
He dropped a kiss to her lips before leaving the bedroom. Heading down to the kitchen, he pulled the chicken from the fridge and started arranging it in a meat tray. He drizzled olive oil over and sprinkled salt and pepper before slipping it inside the oven.
While he was looking for all the salad ingredients his cell phone started to ring. He opened it without looking at the display of who was calling.
“Hello,” he said, grabbing lettuce and tomatoes out of the fridge.
“It’s Zero. Tiny’s in a meeting at the moment, and he wanted me to give you an update.”
Glancing toward the doorway, Lash made sure it was clear before continuing with the call.
“I’m free. Go on.”
He closed the fridge, leaned over the counter and listened to what Zero had to say.
“Contact just confirmed David Marston is working for the Lions. He’s gaining information to feed the rival group. Not only that, we’ve been given the heads-up on a new takeover assignment. Lions are planning on hitting us on our next ride.”
Lash listened and cursed.
“Fuck, this is not going to go well. What’s Tiny saying about it?”
“He’s pissed. Hitting us on our turf and trying to take our town away, he’s reaching out to the sheriff. He wants the town to know about what’s going on,” Zero said. “For them to be on alert in case something goes wrong.”
“I hate those fucking pigs.”
“You know what this means though, right?”
“Yeah, it means Angel’s father has just become the most wanted guy to become dead.” Lash shook his head, dropping it into his hands. “Between you and me, I was hoping this wasn’t the case.”
“We don’t always get what we want, Lash. You know that otherwise your parents would be alive, and so would Tiny’s woman. Shit happens.”
Angel cleared her throat letting him know she was there. She stood naked but covered herself by the wall. Her head peeked around the corner, and she smiled at him. The smile went to his heart and straight down to his groin. She looked so fucking charming and sexy. He was ready to lose it again.
“I’ve got to go. Is there anything else?” he asked, not moving from his spot.
“Yeah, Tiny wants to throw off the scent of us knowing about what’s going to happen. There’s a party this Friday. A proper party, bring your girl, and be ready for some serious horny shit.”
Zero hung up.
“Is everything okay?” Angel asked.
“Come here.”
He would never talk to Angel about club business. Her father was involved, and he intended to keep her out of the loop as much as possible. She padded toward him, and when she was close enough, he pulled her against his side.
“Friday there’s going to be a party. A real party. I’m going to want you by my side. We’ve got a few days to get you ready for it.”
“You’re scaring me with the real party talk. I thought you guys had real parties.”
Lash chuckled. “Baby, they were tame shit in comparison to what usually happens at those parties.”
“I don’t know if I want to know.”
“You’re with me. You’ll stay by my side, and I’ll be the one who claims you. No one else.” He kissed the top of her head wondering when he should tell her about her father.
Chapter Six
“So I heard about the party this Friday. It’s going to be awesome,” Tate said over the phone.
Angel sat on the sofa inside Lash’s house. Tomorrow was Friday, and she was getting more nervous with every passing day. Lash wouldn’t let her stay at the club, and whenever they visited the place she stayed firmly by his side. When she went into town, she had to call in a Prospect to go with her. Lash would rather leave her at his home while he dealt with business. Her only consolation was the fact Tate knew his number. The other woman had been phoning her daily.
“I know about the party. How did you find out?” Angel asked.
“In my usual sneaky ways. I heard Dad talking to Steven about it. I’ve got that killer red dress to try out, and I intend to use it.”
Rolling her eyes, Angel glanced at the clock. Lash would be arriving in twenty minutes. He always called her to let her know when she should expect him. She cooked dinner and spent extra time cleaning his home. Angel liked to keep busy, and staying in his home when she wasn’t earning a wage didn’t sit well with her. Until her father settled his debts she was still part of down-payment to the club.
With how quickly Lash had taken her away from the club he could just as easily take her back.
She didn’t want to get accustomed to a lifestyle she may not be able to keep up with.
“They’ll flip when you turn up. You’re the little biker princess, Tate.”
“I’m a woman, and I intend to be treated like one.”
Angel moved from the sofa into the kitchen to see how the stew was coming along.
“Don’t you think you’re acting a little drastic? I mean, it could blow up in your face if you’re not careful.”
Tate let out a sigh. “Can I be real honest with you?”
“Of course, we’re friends.”
“I fell really hard for Murphy when he was a Skull. I mean, I had this sick as fuck crush on him, and I’d do anything to gain his attention. It wasn’t about who he was or what he could do. He was the first guy to show any interest in me. Everyone’s terrified of my Dad, and that just plain sucks.” Angel heard the sadness over the phone. “Then I found out he was a disloyal bastard and changed sides. He’s been part of the Lions for a few years. Seeing him brings back all the shit I felt for him.”
Angel listened as Tate bawled her eyes out over the phone. “I feel like a pathetic person. Do you think I’m pathetic?”
“No,” Angel said, meaning it. “You allowed yourself to reach out to someone else, and they didn’t want you. I don’t think you’re pathetic. If anything, I imagine you’ll be more cautious.”
“Murphy didn’t even say goodbye. I mean, what could I have meant to him if I didn’t even register in his shit little mind?”
Angel had noticed her friend got more vocal in her curse words when she was hurt.
“He’s a complete dick for not treating you right, Tate.”
Tate chuckled. “Hearing you say dick is kind of strange.”
Rolling her eyes, Angel pulled the lid off the casserole and gave it a stir.
“From what I’ve been told I need to prepare myself for tomorrow. I don’t think I’ll ever be prepared.”
“Have you ever seen a porn film?” Tate asked.
“No.”
“Seriously? You’ve never seen people fucking or anything?”
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bsp; “I’ve seen a couple of the members going at it but nothing explicit.”
Silence fell over the line. “Wow, okay this is going to be a real eye-opener for you. The club has its own set of rules. Whatever goes down there sort of stays down there.”
“Okay, please just tell me what’s going on so I stop worrying. The way you and Lash talk I’m starting to think sacrifices, mass murder, and all kinds of things go on at these functions.”
“Fucking, sharing, all kinds of nasty sex goes down. The members share the sweet-butts, and they don’t always do it behind closed doors. All kinds of sex you can think of, anal, oral, and normal. Use your imagination, and it’s happening.”
“Wait, if you’ve never been to one then how do you know what happens?” Angel asked. Her hands were shaking, partly in fear and partly in excitement. What had happened to her? Lash had awakened something inside her, and now she couldn’t shut it down. She felt controlled by it and not in a great way.
“Murphy told me. He was part of the party scenes. I complained about not going, and he told me straight everything that happened. He even showed me a video he’d taken on his cell phone of a woman being fucked in the ass, pussy, and mouth.”
“I’m not ready for this,” Angel said. “Lash and I haven’t even done anything. I’ve never done anything with anyone else. I don’t know what to do.”
Panic clawed at her. She was so scared of everything that might happen she didn’t even hear him come home. Lash took the phone out of her hand and placed it against his ear.
“I’m telling your father about this, Tate. My woman is petrified, and you’re the one to blame.” He listened for a few seconds and then shook his head. “No, I’ll handle Angel.” He pressed a button on the phone then placed it on the counter. “Tate shouldn’t have been telling you anything of what’s going on.”
“You’re taking me there tomorrow night. Don’t you think I have a right to be prepared?” she asked. He moved her away from the stove and picked her up onto the counter. Even with her sat on the kitchen counter he was taller than her. It wasn’t fair. He could distract her so easily and take away the concerns even though she was petrified of what might or might not happen.