KNOCKED UP BY THE BAD BOY

by Nicole Fox

  “Come on, Wheeler. Cum for me.”

  “Fuck, that shit is so hot. You want me to cum in you?”

  I whined and nodded.

  “Please, please, please—”

  He drove into me harder and faster, eventually pressing me almost painfully against the tree to snap flush into my pussy, flooding it with cum. I had never been cum in before, in honesty. The heat of his seed was divine and I moaned, rocking back to milk him for all he was worth. What delighted me was the fact that he wasn’t getting soft inside me.

  “Fucking hell, that’s hot. So fucking hot.” He gripped my hips and kept rocking himself inside me, cursing up a storm. He rolled his hips, smooth and hard, and made me grip the tree as I let him use my pussy for his pleasure. My cum mixed with his, leaking out of my aching, swollen pussy while he enjoyed how tight I was getting. I was so sensitive; I felt on the cusp of another orgasm.

  “God, don’t stop!”

  I’d never had a man that could go again a second time after cumming like that. It had me whining like a little bitch and just. God, it was amazing, and I didn’t know what to do with myself!

  It was only made more intense when he slipped his hand around and started flicking my clit along with the roughness of his cock inside me. I was done for when he did that, shuddering out a moan and buckling again as another orgasm overtook me and wracking through my whole entire body.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck!”

  Wheeler didn’t stop, and I lost track of the time it took for him to cum again, just that while he was fucking through my second orgasm, it felt better than anything I had ever experienced in my entire life—and that was the truth.

  He pressed flush to me again when he finally came to his second orgasm, and he pressed to me, mouthing at my tattooed shoulder as he emptied into my pussy. There was such a mess there—I would need a shower at some point, but that was far from my mind then. There was just the ache in my thighs and inside me and the pleasing warmth that was settled in my womb.

  Wheeler laughed.

  “What are you laughing for?” I asked, too weak to look behind me to see for myself.

  “It’s stopped raining. Seems we ended up outlasting the bad weather.”

  I looked up and sure enough, the rain was long gone. I chuckled.

  “Seems we have.” I nudged him with my ass, since we were still back there. “We should get back on the road before someone gets us for indecent exposure.”

  “And public fornication.”

  I chuckled.

  Wheeler pulled out of me, keeping a hold on me to make sure I wouldn’t fall before I managed to pull myself standing upright. He was already tucking himself back into his jeans and zipping up. As I slid my panties back up, I noted the slickness between my thighs … the pooled cum against my panties …

  Wheeler was already walking back over to his bike, but I bit my lip.

  Shit.

  That was twice now, wasn’t it?

  I made a mental to pick up condoms at some point if fucking Wheeler was going to become a regular thing. I was never so irresponsible but … goddamn there was something about Wheeler and this whole situation that was making me throw caution to the wind. Like an idiot.

  It was just two times. You’ll be fine. Just don’t do it again …

  “Hey, Ember, you coming or is this your stop?” Wheeler teased.

  “Oh, shut up, asshole.”

  I bounded over, albeit a bit shakily. I hopped on the back of his bike and wrapped myself around him. Admittedly, the thought of our irresponsible behavior left me as quickly as we zoomed off onto the road again. What could I say …

  I was finding myself impossibly drawn to him, and that was making me make bad choices.

  Chapter Ten

  Wheeler

  Ember was driving me insane. I had just cum in her. Twice. And if the rain hadn’t stopped, I probably would have fucked her again. This little trip to San Diego was beginning to have a few more perks than I’d initially thought it would have. With that, though, I could feel the line between business and pleasure blurring steadily with … something more. Something I wasn’t going to think about right now.

  Because of our detour, we wouldn’t make it to the San Diego chapter before nightfall. With the lookout for Ember, I didn’t want to push our luck being in pubic too late when she had already been noticed by a day drunk.

  I wheeled us into a motel parking lot. It was a shady kind of deal, but it meant that the owner was likely used to shady people and used to not talking when they weren’t supposed to.

  “Wait here. I’ll get our room and everything set up.”

  She nodded.

  “No problem. Don’t take too long though. I’m freezing,” she said with a laugh.

  I chuckled. Right … should probably do something about that.

  I walked into the motel and went up to the front counter.

  “Hey, I need a room for the night.”

  “You want a suite, double beds …?” The person behind the counter didn’t even look up from his magazine, but I didn’t really care about personable people or manners.

  “Just whatever single bed room is available. I don’t really care.”

  The man sighed and closed his magazine—after marking its place where he was reading—and started typing on an incredibly old computer.

  “I got room one-thirteen open.”

  “That’s fine.”

  He got me a keycard and a pamphlet.

  “Enjoy your stay,” he said blandly.

  “I’m sure I will. Oh—is there somewhere in here I can wash clothes or something?”

  “Down the hall to the left. You have to bring your own detergent though.”

  “Right. Okay, thanks.”

  I took the keycard and the pamphlet that I wouldn’t need and headed outside, waving Ember over.

  “Come on.”

  She hopped off the bike and came over to me. I led her inside, past the man at the reception desk before he could get a good look at her, just out of precaution. I opened up one-thirteen. It was a standard, rinky dink little motel room, but it had a bed, and that would do for now.

  “He said that there was a place we could wash our clothes,” I told her. “So I figure you hop in the shower and I’ll take your things down, wash them. You get out, get dressed, and then you can take my stuff.”

  “How domestic.”

  I stuck my tongue out at her.

  “Sound like a good idea or not? I’ll order pizza or something when we’re done. I’m fucking hungry as shit, yanno.”

  She laughed.

  “Sounds like a good idea.”

  She started to get undressed. It felt natural at this point, even after only a few days of being in each other’s presence. Then again … We’d fucked twice now. So there was that.

  I took her clothes and kissed her on the nose.

  “I’ll be back with these.”

  I think she tried to hide the blush that flamed across her face, but she couldn’t hide it from me. I chuckled and went out, getting her clothes done while she was bathing.

  The washing machine and the dryer system that the hotel had was shit, but it would do. It didn’t take nearly as long as they did back home, but I could only assume that was to keep people from taking up a bunch of time getting clothes washed. Not like this motel was busy enough for that.

  Ember’s clothes took a whopping thirty minutes to get through. I brought them back to the room clean and dry. She was sitting on the bed with her towel wrapped around her, legs crossed.

  “Took you long enough,” she teased. I tossed her clothes to the bed.

  “Hush. You just got out of the shower; you’re still sopping wet. You weren’t waiting that long.”

  She stuck her tongue out at me and dropped her towel.

  “I’m going to make you wait extra-long,” she said. “For your clothes now. An hour. Maybe even two. And you’re not even going to be able to come after me because you won’t be in
any clothes. You’ll just have your towel and maybe the shred of dignity that that towel will bring.”

  “You’re so mean. You know that, don’t you?”

  She grinned.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  She went to finish putting her clothes on, but I was snatched them from her. Before she could properly protest, I nudged her back on the bed.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, giving me a raised brow. I only grinned at her and scooted onto the bed with her, between her legs.

  “You’re being awfully mean to me, so I think I’m gonna punish you.”

  She snorted.

  “Is that what you think you’re gonna do?” She rolled her eyes at me and went to scoot away, but I got her by the thighs before she could get herself away. I spread her wide open, seeing those pretty petals of pussy in front of my face.

  “It’s definitely what I know I’m gonna do, Ember. What are you gonna do? Stop me?”

  She bit her lip, watching me. But she didn’t tell me no, either.

  I smirked at her and leaned in, breathing in her scent. She smelled so good, I couldn’t help but drag my tongue out over her slit. She arched against me, but I held her down. I was the one in control after all.

  “Ah, ah. You keep still and let me do what I want.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “If you insist.”

  I delved into her pussy with my tongue, lapping up at the juices that were beginning to pool between her lips. She moaned.

  “Oh, Wheeler, fuck.”

  I chuckled against her folds and fucked her on my tongue. In and out, in and out, slurping and suckling, too. I held her hips so I could have her the way I wanted her, and the wetter she got, the more she mewled and tried to buck up against me. When I had her riled, I moved up, taking her clit in my lips.

  Her thighs trembled hard and she cried out.

  “Fuck, fuck—!”

  Wet pooled out from between her pussy lips. She had cum—good. But that didn’t mean I was going to stop and when she realized that, her whines got higher.

  “Wheeler, it’s so much.”

  “You can handle it.”

  She whined again and I kept my mouth on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and letting my tongue work over it hard. She tasted divine and her clit felt good in my mouth, like it had been made to be sucked between my lips to taste.

  I growled. I fucking loved doing this to women, especially thick women like Ember with flesh to dig my nails into and pussies lush and sweet.

  I tongue-fucked another orgasm out of Ember, and then another, and on the fourth she had her hands in my hair tugging and pulling.

  “Too much, too much—”

  I flicked my tongue over her pussy one more time before I looked up at her.

  “Hmm?”

  “Too … too much …”

  I grinned up at her and moved up her body. Being an asshole, I slid my fingers between her lips again and teased her, making her buck and clasp her thighs tight together.

  “Asshole.”

  “You like it.”

  “It’s tolerable.”

  I nuzzled my nose to hers and laughed.

  “I’ll take it.”

  She breathed out heavily, wiggled a little on her bed.

  “What about that was supposed to be punishment, by the way? That felt pretty good, if you ask me.”

  “Well it’s punishment because now you have to go wash my clothes on your wobbling post- orgasm legs.”

  Ember smacked me.

  “Okay, you’re definitely an asshole. Whatever. Get up and get off me so I can wash said clothes, you prick.”

  I laughed but started to get undressed as Ember got her clothes on. She took mine in hand and stuck her tongue out at me as she left to go wash mine.

  “Don’t drown in the shower,” she teased.

  “No promises.”

  Ember

  I took Wheeler’s clothes, reeling from the events of the day. It was … a fog of stress and sex and just …

  God, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

  My legs were like jelly when I walked down the hall. Between his cock and his tongue, I was having the best sexual experiences that I had ever had in my life. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but it was a thing. A thing that was making it hard to think clearly.

  Imagine what it would be like to just pick up, drive off on the back of Wheeler’s motorcycle, and forget about everything behind us?

  Something that wasn’t going to happen, for obvious reasons, but it was tempting! A girl could dream, right? That was the phrase, wasn’t it?

  I tried not to let myself dwell too hard on it while I had Wheeler’s clothes in the wash and then to dry. They truly didn’t take a long time to get through, which was convenient for me. I pulled them out and brought them back to Wheeler, who was lying there on the bed completely naked. I rolled my eyes and tossed his clothes to him.

  “You’re such a man,” I said.

  He laughed and started dressing.

  “You haven’t had a lot of problems with that yet.”

  In spite of myself, I smiled.

  “No … no, I haven’t, I suppose.”

  Wheeler gestured me over and I crawled in bed with him. It was a comfortable thing to do now. I guess that was what happened when you were in dire straits with a man, huh? I snuggled to his side and wrapped tightly around him. He smelled so clean, with the musk of a man. I smiled a little to myself.

  “You know, I haven’t cuddled with someone in forever.”

  His arm came around my shoulder.

  “Really? I would think you’d had a long line of men to cuddle and have you nice and fucked out.”

  “A long line wanting that, perhaps. I’m a picky girl.”

  “I’m flattered to hear that.”

  I was quiet for a moment before I looked up at Wheeler.

  “Hey,” I said.

  “Yeah?”

  “Seriously though … Um. Thank you. For all that you’re doing for me.”

  “I don’t think I’ve actually done anything at the moment.”

  “Well, you saved me, then you vouched for me. And on top of whatever you need to sort out with your club, you’re willing to keep me out of trouble. That’s a lot to do for someone who’s a glorified stranger, really.”

  “Well,” he said. “Maybe after all this you won’t be a stranger anymore and it won’t be so weird to you that someone’s doing something like this for you, eh? Also—you don’t have to keep thanking me, you know. We’ll eventually get this sorted, part ways. Whole nine years coming full circle kind of shit. Don’t sweat it.”

  I laughed. “Okay, okay. I get it. And—yeah. That would be nice.”

  Wheeler pressed a kiss to my head, and for the life of me, I didn’t know why, but it just made me feel good inside. Like that giddy feeling that you get when someone you like looks your way while you’ve been staring at them and daydreaming about them.

  But that was honestly really, really silly. I laughed at myself.

  God, Ember, you’re starting to sound way too smitten for your own good …

  I woke up before Wheeler again—I was beginning to realize that he was a late sleeper through and through and found that kind of cute, to be honest. It didn’t do the bad-boy biker persona much good, but it did … do Wheeler as a person some good.

  God, stop staring, weirdo.

  I shook my head and got up out of bed. The motel room, like most hotels and motels, had a cheap little instant coffee setup. I got some going. The scent of brewing coffee was what finally roused Wheeler from his sleeping. He groaned and rolled over in the bed, peeking at me.

  “You’re up?”

  “Obviously. Honestly, how late do you usually sleep when there’s not someone else around?”

  “In my defense,” he said, sitting up in the bed. “Most of the time I’m dealing with shit in the afternoon or evening. I
don’t have to be up and alert for this early morning garbage you seem to be hardwired for.”