by Carly White
I ran into Antony on the way out and he looked at me strangely. “Where are you going?”
I didn’t want to answer, my body slightly shook with adrenaline, but at the same time I was fighting back tears. Everything that I had wanted had been dashed in a few moments of another’s mistakes, changing the course of everything. I would never get another job in the industry after that happened. I would assuredly be blackballed.
Stopping me with a hand on my arm, I jerked it back. “What is wrong with you men around here? I just got fired, so can you please not be a dick too?”
He held my arm, but softer. “Can I give you a ride somewhere?”
I laughed harshly. “No.”
“Come on, you shouldn’t be driving like this.”
It was the tone of his voice that made me look up. “I’m fine Antony, really.”
“You’re not. I will take you home or beat his ass. Whichever you want.”
I thought about it a second too long. “No, he is not worth it Antony, just take me home please.”
Chapter 9: Denise
We didn’t say much on the way back to my house. He didn’t ask what happened, but I figured it had happened many times before. I invited him in and asked about his brother. Antony didn’t seem too happy about it. “Why are you asking about Mike?”
I shrugged. “Are you worried that you will lose?”
The look on his face was priceless and I turned to get glasses out of the cabinet. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t. Stupid isn’t cute on you. Your stepbrother let it slip. He really has the biggest ego I have ever seen.”
He looked uncomfortable and I smiled at him. “So what do you win? Money or…?”
“Just bragging rights, that’s all.”
“Have you done it before?”
Antony didn’t want to answer me and that was a slight disappointment. “A few times.”
“Is that what you guys do for fun?”
“It’s not like that, just a little competition.”
“And what about the girl, heartbroken?”
“You’re not a girl. I was thinking more along the lines that we could date, see where things go.”
The way he said it, I couldn’t help but smile. It was a damn good answer and it almost didn’t matter if he meant it or not. I wanted to believe it. “So what gets you the win, dating?”
He shook his head, his dark eyes boring into me. “No, something a little more physical is required.”
Antony put down his glass, walking around the short bar that stood between us. “I thought you wanted to date?”
The look in his eyes was not about movies and dinners. There was lust, surely mirrored in my own eyes as he got closer. My breath hitched as he took the small tumbler from my hands, setting it down with purpose. “I still like to win Denise.”
He leaned in for a kiss, pinning me to the side of the counter. I gasped as I felt the hard need that pushed into my stomach. Antony was just huge, his body dominating mine as much as his lips made me want to beg for more. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tried to pull him down to my level, but he instead just lifted me up. My legs followed my arms as I clung to him.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
My eyes were closed and the last thing I wanted to do was give directions. Antony started to move and the action brought my core sliding against the hardness underneath me. I started to bounce on him and he groaned as his lips searched mine out. The bulge underneath me was getting larger and I moved faster, feeling the cockhead seeking me out through his jeans.
Then I was sailing a short distance to the soft mattress awaiting me. I bounced once and my eyes opened with a cry on my lips. Antony had pulled his shirt off and my fingers itched to touch the soft curls on his chest again. But he didn’t stop at his shirt, the pants and boxers coming off next, quickly my eyes were trained on the silken shaft in front of me. I started to get up to touch him, hold him in my hand, but he was moving beside me on the bed. His cock was closer and I opened my mouth as he pushed it in quickly.
I took in as much as I could. I felt him at the back of my throat and his hands moved to my hair, tugging my head up to push deeper. I gagged and he growled at me, slowly pumping between my lips. I tried to breathe through my nose, but it was hard to time with his movement. A salty mix filled my senses and I started to suck with each pull out. Groaning, he pulled away and slapped my cheeks with his hard length. My tongue came out to lick the underside, while his hand pulled my shirt down with a rip, my tit falling into his warm palm as his fingers teased my nipples.
“Antony, please!”
He stuffed my mouth full of his cock and I was silenced from begging for something that I wasn’t even sure about. I knew that I wanted his touch, but what I really needed the most was for him deep inside of me where I throbbed the most. Pulling away again, I gasped in short bursts of air and felt him tugging on my pants. They made it about to my knees, before he bent down, biting my round ass cheek before sliding behind me as he pushed me to my side.
Antony’s arm wrapped around my neck to pull me in for a kiss, while his free hand went between my legs. He fingers played again, teasing and then sliding into my wetness. He groaned in my ear. “Are you ready?”
Ready for what, I didn’t know, but if he kept touching me like that, I was going to explode. Shaking my head, I jerked when I felt his cockhead pressing into me. Like my mouth, it felt like it was not going to be possible to stretch to accommodate such a wide girth. His lips covered up my worries with his mouth and his hand still rubbed on my clit as he pressed in deeper.
I squeezed him hard as I started to come. The combined pleasure was too much and the shaking and extra fluid sent him into overdrive. Pulling out he slammed back in over and over again. The stark contrast was hard to take. Moving his hand and mouth away, he lifted my leg up high, enabling himself to drive deeper.
Pushing against his hips didn’t stop the constant torrent of thrusts and as my orgasm peaked, long after it had begun, I was desperate for a moment. He was not going to give me one, pushing me over as he went to his knees in front of me. Antony closed my legs and pinned me with a strong grip on my hips, while he slid back inside of my tight sheath. Unable to stop him, I closed my eyes and pulled my legs closer to my chest. It granted him deeper and as he started to speed up, I came again. Clamping down on his, it slowed him slightly but made each stroke more devastating as it slid along my tight walls.
“Yes, Antony I am coming! Don’t stop!”
His tempo increased and so did his grip. I looked back at him and our eye’s met as he lost himself as well. I felt the first shot deep inside of me and then he pulled out. There was relief and loss as his hard rod left me. I wanted him back and I grabbed his length, pulling him back in. We both gasped as he pushed back in so easily. My eyes closed and I curled up a little more.
“Are you sure you want more?”
Squeezing him with an answer, he pressed deeper and took my breath away. “I love the way that sounds.”
“As much as winning your bet?”
He pulled out to push in quickly. “What bet?”
THE END
Hooked
A Motorcycle Club Romance
By: Carly White
Chapter 1: Laney
My legs were burning, but I had another two miles to go. I hated training and was glad it was only once a year. I was sick of running, but as it was the last day for the week and I knew that if I just got through the next few minutes, it would be okay, if my body didn’t shut down before that.
Looking at the chalked line on the ground in front of me, I started to feel that resolve of energy. It looked so close, but yet so far away. I could hear the sounds of the footsteps of people behind me, but I tried to focus on my own sounds of my shoes hitting pavement. Focusing on my breathing and then trying to find the last bit of energy I had to finish the relay.
My legs and arms were starting to get heavy, the finish line further aw
ay when I looked back at it. I closed my eyes for just a second and breathed out. Looking down, I tried to block out all of the sounds around me and just listen to my body. I didn’t care if I was first or third, I just wanted to make it.
Then it was over and it took me a minute to slow down. My legs were so used to pumping that they continued to and it physically hurt to finally slow my pace to a walk. I kept walking so that my muscles didn’t bunch up. It was a lesson I had learned the hard way the first time I had run the grueling course. Other runner sped by me in their own fight to change pace.
When I could finally go to a slow walk, I moved back towards the barracks with a small towel in my hand. I wiped sweat from the back of my neck and my face before I made my way to the showers. I still wasn’t sure who won or where I even placed. I had been too worried about making it to the finish line, wishing I hadn’t smoked those few cigarettes at the bar last night. Better yet, wishing I hadn’t let Cassandra drag me anywhere , knowing I shouldn’t anymore. She never cheered me up, no matter how many times she claimed that it was the reason we went out, every time ended with a killer headache.
As I soaped up and washed my hair, I thought about Tony. He was my first real love and my first real heartbreak. It had been a couple of months since we had split up and I missed him. I didn’t know what happened. I just knew that all of a sudden he was gone. I figured it was another woman, but in truth I had no idea. So I was stuck in this sort of limbo, keeping me from moving on and my friends trying to get me back in the metaphorical saddle.
I got back in my training sweats and went out to the mess hall for lunch. The place with swamped with people, but it wasn’t hard to spot Cass’ platinum blonde hair in the mass. She waved me over and let me cut in front of her in the line.
“Great, tater tot casserole again. I don’t even want to guess what it is in it.”
Cass crinkled up her nose. She was waif thin and always on a diet. By the end of the line, she had an apple and a bottled water on her plate. I of course had to eat the vegetable glob mixture because nothing else looked any better. “So how did you do?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I was in the front, but I didn’t really pay attention. I thought I was going to die. It’s my own fault for letting you talk me into going drinking last night. I got a side stitch that was too much. How did you do?”
“I made it Laney. That is all I can say.”
“It wasn’t that bad, but I am glad we get to go back to work come Monday. I hate these little training weeks.”
“All part of the job. You can’t tell me you didn’t have fun last night.”
Picking at the greasy mess in front of me, I was noncommittal. It had been a pretty good night, but the place was some dark hole in the wall that she had read in a paper somewhere that claimed it was the place to be in Houston. It didn’t seem like more than a dirty bar, but I had given her the benefit of the doubt. In the end, it was exactly as it appeared and the patrons were exactly what could have been expected. To top it off, she had also brought a friend that she was determined to hook me up with.
“Yes, I was doing okay until Ethan just happened to show up. You are literally the worse liar, so I hope you never do anything wrong.”
She tried to look innocent, but as the fourth or fifth guy that we had happened to bump into in the last month, I had long since found her game. I knew that she was trying to help me, but it was driving me crazy.
“I thought you would really like Ethan.”
“I know, but he was not my type.”
“Well what is your type? I always hear what isn’t your type, but I have yet to hear what is.”
It was a simple question, but there were so many answers. After each breakup, I had found another thing I didn’t like, another type that wasn’t for me, but I was still looking for what fit. After Tony, I didn’t want to think about a type, I just wanted to take a break, but Cassandra was determined to make me move on.
“I am not quite sure yet, but I know that it wasn’t Ethan. He was way too hands on for me.”
“You were looking hot, that’s why. I told you what happens when you set the goods out.”
Sighing, I pushed the plate aside and looked back at her. “I looked like a slut and he pawed me half the night. It wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”
“So where would you like to go?”
Anywhere but there, I thought to myself. “How about the Red Room? It is supposed to be nice. I haven’t had a chance to get over there yet, but I hear good things.”
“Sounds good. Are you driving or am I?”
“How about we get a cab and then we can both drink?”
She laughed, “And you say that I am the bad influence.”
“Just promise no more pop-ins.”
“I swear, you are on your own. Ethan was my plan E, so I give up. Your picky ass can find your own man.”
Chapter 2: Grady
“Grady. What are you doing tonight?”
I shrugged, not really sure. Freddy wanted to go into the city and see if we could scare up some tail, but I was just as happy with Jesse. I didn’t have to buy her a few drinks to spread her legs. She was easy and most of the time, and it was nights likes these, when I wasn’t looking for a challenge.
“I was thinking of staying here. Every time we all go the city, someone winds up in jail. I don’t feel like being the one tonight.”
Freddy shook his head. “It’s not like that. I am not even bringing my jacket. No Black Angel business, just going out for a few drinks.”
I didn’t believe him. Someone always got in a fight, then a brawl and then cops. He had been on me about getting out of the biker’s bar that was like a second home to us. I liked the familiarity, but he wanted something new. After breaking up with his girlfriend, I figured he just needed a little strange to right him.
Giving the blonde next to me a pat on the ass, I sent her away with my eyes. She was not happy to be told to go, but she wouldn’t say anything about it. Jesse knew her place and she was always there when I needed something. The rest of the time, I stuck with mainly one night stands. She was the only one I went back to on occasion. As the waitress at Angel’s Death bar, she was just too convenient to pass up and pass around when I was done.
“Fine Grady. I have my own plans for the night. You two go find you a couple of stuck up bitches from the city if that is what you need.”
Grady chuckled. “See you done pissed Jesse off.”
“So what? Stick something in her mouth and I am sure she will be sucking on it soon enough. I don’t know how you can keep going back to that chick. She is tired and worn out.”
“They are all tired and worn out. At least Jesse knows to be gone by morning.”
Freddy nodded and then looked out at the same sea of people that were there every night. “Come on. I just got to get out of her. If I see Zoie again tonight I am going to lose it.”
I looked over to where he was just looking and saw that his girlfriend or ex, I could never keep up, was moving on with a stranger to the bar. I didn’t know the man, but I knew if I didn’t get my friend out of there, there were going to be cops in the bar. “Come on man, she is just trying to make you jealous. I’ve told you before, if you ignore them, you will never get rid of them. It doesn’t make sense, but that is how women are.”
He looked dubious and I could see the fire in his dark eyes. He had to get over her or something, but the man was embarrassing himself one way or another every time he saw her lately. I grabbed his arm and jerked him out of the bar stool. Nothing good was going to come of staying there, so I was more or less forced to go out with him.
It took us about an hour to get to the city and Freddy was already half lit on a fifth of bourbon that he had swiped from the bar. I was driving, but was feeling no pain by the time we got there either. It was just as Jesse had said, a bunch of stuck up girls that weren’t going to give Freddy the time of day. He was a bit rough around the edges and biker girls were abou
t the only ones that could handle him.
Sighing to myself, we ordered a couple while looking out into the sea of moving bodies. Freddy was already eying a redhead and I had to stop myself from calling him on it. The girl looked about as close to the ex that he was supposed to be forgetting as possible. The two of them made no sense at all and I had to let it go. I was really just there to keep him out of jail. I knew that.
“Why don’t you wait a few minutes before you pick one? There are a lot of girls here Freddy. You don’t have to go immediately to the redhead.”
Freddy nodded, but I could see where his eyes were looking. “There is just something about them Grady. You will know when you try one.”
“I have, I wasn’t that impressed.”
Freddy wasn’t hearing me. He downed the drink and started towards the tall, thin girl that’s face was framed in fiery red curls. She was cute by any stretch of the imagination, but she was not my type. I liked a bit more ass and curves, something more to grab onto. I ordered a couple more, leaving one sitting for when he was turned down. Even without his jacket, both of our arms were covered in tattoos and Freddy especially just looked rough. There was no mistaking us for gentlemen.
“Can I get a couple of shots of tequila and a couple of beers please?”
I looked to the voice and stopped. The blonde met my gaze and smiled at me for a minute. I could see her interest sparked in her blue eyes, but then she looked at my arms and the smile faded. “Let me get that for you.”
I laid some money down, but she pushed it back. “I got it, thanks though.”
She turned back away from me and my eyes studied the bottom profile that was so close. I itched to rub her round ass, but the interest seemed to be gone on her side as soon as she saw my tattoos. “You can’t turn down a drink.”
Turning back around, she smiled and took my money off the bar. “Fine, but you aren’t my type and I didn’t want to lead you on. Since you insist though, me and my friend thank you.”