Wild Side

by Cynthia Ayman

  He moves my hand up and down, slowly, and let me tell you something, ladies. He doesn’t have a small penis. Nope. That thing is long. I’m not sure about the girth, but it seems like we’re not talking about a pencil dick either.

  Something deep inside me clenches with need. I want that. I tighten my fingers around him, rub his length through the thick fabric of his jeans, and I swear he groans. I shift closer to him, my body almost calling for him in a carnal way I never felt before.

  I’m so lost in the moment that I don’t hear the echo of several engines piercing through the night. Apa does, though, and he stops me as I fumble with his zipper. I whine, because I’m a girl and I just want to have fun with the hard cock that he is selfishly keeping hidden underneath his clothes. He pats my thigh once again then starts the bike, turns around and heads back toward town. We pass a curve and ride past half a dozen bikers who all lift a hand in acknowledgment. It’s too dark to be sure, but I spy a vest that seems to be similar to Apa’s. I should probably worry about where he’s taking me now, because a small part of my brain is still working and thinking that his clubhouse is not a smart idea. It’s one thing to be alone with him, it’s a whole other one to find myself in a house full of men I’ve never met before. But right now, half of my body is focused on the way he feels against me. The other half wonders if he’s going to feel even better once we’re both naked. I grip his belt with one hand and let the other one slip south. He tenses, but I literally can’t help myself. He’s hard, and knowing I did that to him, just by sitting behind him, brings my confidence level to an all-time high.

  My breasts are tightly pressed against his back and, even though I know I should have more restraint, I rub against him, my nipples tightening with the need to be touched. The helmet on my head is the only thing keeping me from sinking my teeth in his neck because I now apparently have vampire tendencies. It’s a surprise to me, because I was always team Jacob, but I guess tonight is all about discovering my inner self.

  Apa’s neck is strong, thick with muscles that tense as he controls the bike. It looks like a very nice, very lick-able neck from my point of view, and I want to bury my face there, want to know what he tastes like.

  He manages to get us back to the motel without crashing - no thanks to me because I can’t pay attention to anything apart from him. There is a small pause as he stops the bike, and I can sense his breathing is as ragged as mine. I massage his crotch, not caring if anyone can see me. I went on a ride for less than an hour and, somehow, it turned me into an exhibitionist. A very, very libidinous exhibitionist, to be specific. The man is talented, I have to give him that.

  “Abby,” he says quietly.

  “Yes?” My voice is distracted but then again, I’m focusing on my groping. The bulge has grown, and it seems even harder now. I want to play with it.

  “Either I leave you now or I walk into your room with you. Your choice. But, fair warning, if I pass that door, I expect to have you naked on the bed sooner rather than later.”

  The way my hips roll is an answer in itself.

  “Up,” he orders, moving my hand away. I follow his command, but it’s a struggle to move and my legs are shaking. He steadies me once he dismounts the bike and then takes care of the helmet for me.

  I can’t believe it. I’m about to have a one-night stand.

  My hands are shaking as I search through my purse, and it takes two tries before I manage to open the door. I drop my purse on the floor and look at him hesitantly. He is leaning against the door, his eyes roaming over my body, his thumb stroking his lower lip as if he’s trying to make up his mind about how exactly he wants to have me. I’m not picky myself, so whatever he comes up with, I’m pretty sure I’ll be game.

  “You have condoms?” I ask while I still can. I have a feeling it’s going to be hard to be rational in a few minutes.

  He nods. “I always suit up. Club rule number one, don’t worry.”

  The air around us is thick - or at least it seems like it. It’s dark inside, and the only light comes from the bathroom, which I forgot to switch off when I left.

  “You’re still OK with that?” he asks again, his head pointing towards the bed.

  “Yes.”

  It’s like he was waiting for that final confirmation because the word is still on my tongue when he pulls me to him. And then he kisses me.

  His hand slips around my neck and buries itself in my hair as he angles my head. My mouth opens automatically and his tongue dives right in.

  He kisses me hard, deep, his tongue stroking mine and when his other hand squeezes my ass to press me against him, I moan low in my throat. His erection digs into my stomach, and suddenly it’s all I can think about. I want it. Inside me. I want it hard and deep, exactly the way he is kissing me right now.

  I’m pushing at his vest and he helps me, lifting his arms so I can free him of his T-shirt next. Even though it’s dark, I can see that the tattoo on his right arm curls over his shoulder. It seems intricate, and I wish I had time to focus on his ink, but my vagina has other plans. Apa walks me backward until I feel the edge of the bed against the back of my knees, and that contact with the mattress obliterates everything else in my mind. My hands are all over his abs, my lips trailing his jaw while he’s making quick work of the buttons of my jeans. When he leans back and deprives me of contact, I whine. He chuckles and shakes his head before grabbing my shirt, and the next thing I know, it’s flying across the room.

  I’m thankful I’m wearing a somewhat decent bra. It’s pale blue with a little bit of lace and, even if it doesn’t match my panties, at least it’s not ugly. Apa lowers a cup to free my nipple and then his mouth is on it.

  I close my eyes at the first stroke of his tongue around the tight bud. He suckles on it, his hand massaging the flesh while I dig my fingers into his hair. It’s shorter on the sides but with a healthy length on top of his skull. His warm mouth over my sensitive flesh is making me shiver, and when he lets go, the cold of the room causes goosebumps to erupt on my skin. He laves on my other breast, his tongue swirling, licking, and making me almost delirious with lust.

  I’ve never reacted that way to a man. Not so fast. It’s like my blood is running faster in my veins, like my skin is on the brink of erupting into flames. I don’t even notice when he opens my bra - single-handedly, of course. Then he is pushing me onto the bed, and I bounce a little on the soft mattress. His eyes are on my breasts as they jiggle with the movement. They’re on the large size and natural, so of course they jiggle. I reach out to cover them out of instinct, but he stops me.

  “Don’t you dare.”

  His voice is growly, deep, with a sharp warning undertone that makes me look at him in surprise. There is a heat in his eyes, something darker that I didn’t see before. It’s not just lust or desire, it’s deeper than that. Almost as if the wolf stripped out of his sheep clothes.

  I guess I was onto something when I was surprised by his manners and meek temperament. There is much more to this man than he had let me see at first. Weirdly enough, it doesn’t scare me. I don’t know why, but I feel safe with him. Every instinct in me screams that this darkness I can see in his eyes will never be used against me. I might be stupid, or delirious with lust, or both. All I know is that I, somehow, trust him.

  I slowly let my hands fall back to my sides and watch as he takes care of the rest of my clothes. I lift my hips to help him, and then I’m naked. I don’t know how he got rid of my shoes without me even noticing, but he did.

  The man is skilled for sure.

  I welcome his weight on me, his warmth surrounding me as our lips connect once more. I flatten my hands on his back, let my nails scratch his spine slowly until I feel his muscles play underneath my fingertips. I bend my knee, bring it to his hip and rub the sole of my foot against his jeans-covered thigh. His hips press into me and I shift so he has enough room to settle between my legs. The hard ridge of his pants is digging right where I want it, and I wantonly rock
against him. He presses back, giving me the friction I need, and the first sparks of pleasure already start in my clit. I don’t care that I’m naked, or that I haven’t waxed the bush in a while. I don’t care about my cellulite and the stretchmarks on my hips. All I care about is the orgasm that Apa seems to promise me. And it’s not like he seems to care about my flaws anyway.

  It’s new to me. To have my brain switch off that way. But I like it. I like it a lot. It’s like the animal, female part of myself is taking over, in tune with her instincts.

  Apa’s mouth leaves mine to trail down my neck and I arch my back, his rough stubble absolutely delicious on my heated skin.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers before nibbling on my ear. “I can’t wait to sink my dick in you.”

  Oh, yes, please. The whipped cream isn’t even needed anymore. I want him inside, but my body can’t seem to get the message and keeps on rocking against him. My clit, especially, won’t get the message that if I can let him go for a little while, he can get naked and give me something even more satisfying. When he tries to move, I circle his hips with my thighs to keep him right where he is. I whimper because the heat between my legs is starting to get to the really good stage, if you know what I mean.

  Apa chuckles again and shakes his head. “You deserve better than dry-humping, doll.”

  He forces me to let go and I won’t lie: the way his hands grip my thighs and push them down is almost enough to make me climax. He stands up, his eyes still on me as he slowly reaches for his belt. I lick my lips when he unbuckles it, but he stops before getting to the good part to retrieve his wallet from his back pocket. He throws a few condoms beside me, and I almost squeal when I see the three little packets.

  The man is skilled and ambitious.

  Me likey.

  He kicks off his boots, lowers his pants, and I’m left with my mouth hanging open.

  His cock is big. No surprise, I massaged the crap out of the thing so it’s not like I went into this blind. It’s long and large, but that’s not what makes me pause.

  No.

  It’s the piercing on the tip.

  I lusted after a hot guy with tattoos in a bar, only to be served with a sexy biker and now, ladies and gentlemen, he is raising the stakes with a fucking genital piercing.

  The only thing that stops me from screaming Bingo is that my great-grandmother would probably roll over in her grave if she knew what kind of kinky version I am mentally playing right now.

  “It’s an apadravya,” he says with a little smirk as his hand circles the shaft and gives it a few slow pumps.

  Apadravya. Truth be told, I don’t care what it’s named. I care that I’ve read so many things about a pierced dick, and I’m about to find out if they’re true or not.

  But then… then something clicks in my head, and I can’t help the loud snort that escapes me. “Apadravya. Apa. You’re named after your dick.”

  “I told you if you asked around, people would know who you’re talking about,” he says with a cocky wink before pressing a knee on the bed, right between my legs.

  “It doesn’t hurt?” I ask as my finger strokes the metal bar that passes vertically through the head.

  “Nah. It pinches a little during good sex, but I like it that way.”

  “Only during good sex?”

  “Yeah. You know, the kind where you end up with scratches and bruises and sore muscles?”

  I don’t really know, to be honest. I mean, I’ve had good sex before. I even had two orgasms in a row once. But what he is talking about seems to be on a whole different level.

  “Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs with a knowing smile. “You’re about to find out.”

  He kneels between my legs then pushes down on my thighs again, opening me wide. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. Especially not when he fists his cock and brings it to my folds. His hard length glides against my flesh until his piercing butts against my clit. I moan. Loud.

  This feels amazing, like a tiny electric shock, only the electric part is made of pure pleasure.

  He glances up at me and licks his lips just as he starts a rubbing motion on my heated flesh. Oh God. He’s going to make me come. I’m so turned on, I feel it building already, every smooth brush of his dick making me climb the wave.

  “That’s it. Get all nice and wet for my cock,” he encourages me. I love dirty talk. I didn’t know how much I loved it until I found myself with a biker between my legs but boy, do I love it. “You’re gonna need it, too. I’m going to pound your pussy so hard you’ll still feel me tomorrow.”

  My hips are unable to stay still. Even if I tried, there is no way my body would listen to me right now. Not when I find myself dripping wet, not when I’m hearing the glide of his cock against me, not when the heat is taking over my chest, and definitely not when he focuses on my clit, making sure his piercing bumps against it repeatedly. Watching him, so focused on his task as he presses his erection against me with a strong, assured hand, the way his eyes are fixed on where we’re intimately touching… I don’t have the words to explain what it does to me. It turns me on like crazy, my hips bucking almost desperately. I want him to slip lower and fill me, but I also don’t want him to deprive me of that exhilarating contact. His breathing deepens as he shifts on his knees, pushing them higher on the bed to keep my thighs open for him, and I can sense his own arousal is hiking up just by doing this. All I can now think about is if things are this good when we’re basically just grinding, how on earth am I gonna be able to survive when we get to the good part?

  “Oh my God,” I breath out, fisting the sheets in my hands when he suddenly slaps my clit with the head of his cock. The lightning of pleasure it creates borders on pain, because it’s just that intense. I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast and when it hits me, it’s a struggle to let out the moan that’s building in my throat. My teeth dig into my lower lip as a glide of heat takes over in my lower abdomen, my neck tensing and arching as a strangled wail finally manages to escape me.

  Yeah, it’s that good. My knees lift higher and I stay like that for a few seconds, my core throbbing as I savor the climax he just gave me.

  “Good girl.”

  I’m panting, unable to do anything but gaze at him with thankful eyes as he rips open a condom and puts it on.

  “I want to see that ass,” he says as he grabs my hips and flips me over, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. My toes are brushing the carpeted floor as he spreads me open. My thighs hurt a little, unused to this kind of stretching, and I absently think I need to hit the gym more.

  He palms my butt, one hand on each cheek as he squeezes. “I love your ass. It’s fucking gorgeous.” When he spanks me, the sound is loud in the room, but it doesn’t hurt. It burns and stings a little, but I can’t really linger on the sensation because I feel the head of his cock nudging my entrance. He slips inside me in one long thrust and I groan, hiding my face in the comforter.

  It burns. The stretch burns. He’s not hurting me, but it’s a small adjustment.

  When he is deep inside, he pauses with a growl. “Now, that’s a tight pussy.”

  “It’s been a while,” I whisper as I try to adjust to his girth. He doesn’t give me time, though. He’s already pulling out, only leaving the tip inside, then he slams back in. I squeal as the force of his thrust makes me slide up on the bed.

  “You’ll get used to it,” he groans as he starts pumping. His hands grip my hips, tight, keeping me in place. There is a little bit of discomfort at first, but he’s right too. I’m getting used to it. The burning fades away, only leaving the insanely satisfying fullness. I can feel the hard tip of his piercing, and it’s rubbing all the right places. My G-spot is practically weeping.

  He’s rough with me, much rougher than I’m used to, especially in this position. He’s holding me so tightly I can’t do much except submit to him. It’s a struggle to absorb his thrusts because they’re pushing me on the bed, my feet leaving the f
loor every time he bottoms out. I’ve never been fucked that way. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to go back to what I’m used to, though. Because this? Feeling spread open, held down while he’s working me hard, forcing me into an orgasm that I know will make me lose my mind? It’s going to be engraved in my memory.

  He presses down on the small of my back, angling me, and it brings my clit in direct contact with the sheets. I grunt, I can’t help it because the heat I’m feeling right now is out of this world. My clit is hard and feels huge, and the double stimulation is more than I can take.

  “Apa,” I gasp. “I’m going to come again.”

  “That’s right. You’re dripping all over me.” He doesn’t slow down, thrusting just as hard, keeping a steady rhythm. “Feels good to have a pierced cock in your pussy, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes. Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” I pant, squeezing my eyes shut. Because it really does feel amazing. The extra stimulation brings a hint of something that could be described as discomfort, except it’s not. It enhances everything I feel, makes me even more aware of what he is doing between my legs.

  One of his hands leaves my hip and grabs my hair at the base of my neck. He pulls on it, and my head leaves the bed, my throat exposed. The pull on my scalp brings a tiny extra bit of pain and submission that sends my arousal to the next level. I’ve never really seen myself as a submissive before, but I can’t deny that with him it’s something I don’t mind. Hell, who am I kidding. It’s making me crave him even more because even though I don’t know him, I trust him for at least one thing. He is going to make me come hard.

  His next thrust hits me right where I need it and I come with a shout, my hips rocking back against him almost desperately as I clench down and throb. It feels fucking amazing, but my body is still craving more. I never orgasmed through penetration alone and I’ve really missed out on something. The tension releasing suddenly low in my belly spreads to my thighs and I swear I’m shaking but somehow, it doesn’t feel enough. The heat is still there as Apa keeps pounding into me, and I find myself trying to rock back against him. I think I can have another orgasm. I’m not sure I’ll survive it, but I can’t wait to find out.