Royal S.O.B. (A Bad Boy Romance)

by Kaitlyn Kevette

  "I think this was my best night in tips yet," remarked Lana as she happily rifled through her stack of bills.

  "You don't suppose it had anything to do with that new thong of yours?" I teased.

  "Nope," replied Lana.

  "I'm just a damn good waitress!"

  We both laughed, then each took a sip from our drinks. Lana could see the door from her side of the booth, but I couldn't.

  "Well well," she called out, glancing over my head.

  "Here comes trouble."

  I looked over my shoulder and saw Blaze, so big and domineering in the doorway, he almost didn't fit. This time he was wearing a black form-fitting tank under his leather jacket and a silver cross chain necklace.

  He looked even sexier than I'd remembered.

  Lana and I both studied his every move as he strolled over and let himself into our booth.

  "Hi babe," he grunted, throwing an arm around me.

  Lana's eyes were practically bugging out of her head. It was clear she didn't approve.

  "Hi Blaze," I said cheerfully.

  "How was your day today?"

  "Same ol', same ol'... Nothin' worth gettin' into," he grunted.

  Blaze was looking directly and only at me. It was as if Lana weren't even there.

  "You ready to hit it?" he asked, his greedy eyes scanning my body from top to bottom.

  "What?!" exclaimed Lana, very much in shock.

  "You're not going to leave with this guy, are you, Harley??"

  "Bitch, it don't concern you," snarled Blaze, yanking me close, as if I were his property.

  I'd had my doubts up until that point, sure, but I wasn't going to give Lana the satisfaction of thinking she knew best. Who did she think she was, some kind of guru when it came to sorting out the good guys from the bad? She was probably just jealous that someone burnin' hot like Blaze was giving me attention and not her.

  "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself," I insisted as I moved to get up.

  "Ready," I said to Blaze, locking my arm into his.

  Lana stared at us, mouth agape, the entire way to the door.

  "See ya, Lana. If Colby calls you, tell him I got caught up in somethin', okay?"

  "Yeah, somethin' stupid," she replied, muttering under her breath.

  But Blaze and I were already out the door.

  "Which car is yours?" I asked once we'd gotten out in the lot.

  Blaze emitted a quick "heh" and shook his head, as if I were born yesterday.

  "Baby, I ain't got no car."

  He directed me to the back of the lot, the place reserved for motorcycles. He walked towards the one on the end -- a big, black, monster of a thing. He stuck a key in the ignition and started the bike up, the loud rumble of its motor echoing through the night.

  "Here, let me show you," said Blaze as he twirled me around and scooped me into his arms.

  Slowly, carefully, he lowered me onto the back of his bike.

  "Ever have somethin' this powerful between your legs, honey?" he asked, reaching to give me his helmet.

  "No, I... I can't say I have," I replied, my entire lower half paralyzed with pleasure from the vibrations of his hog.

  It wasn't the only thing I wanted between my legs...

  Throwing a leg over the side of the bike, Blaze got in front of me and turned a hand to rev the engine.

  "Hang on, baby," he told me, taking my hands and wrapping them around his strong, wide chest.

  Blaze bucked the bike back, then turned on a dime and took off. The tires could be heard squealing in the parking lot as we left the bar fast and far behind.

  "Where are we headed?!" I shouted, needing to raise my voice over the wind whipping through my hair.

  "Someplace that don't take just nobody," he yelled over his shoulder, the speed of the bike picking up even more.

  It was the most thrilling 15 minutes of my life, clutching onto Blaze's chiseled chest as we raced through the back alleys of Pleasant Hollow. I'd never ridden on a Harley before, but something told me it was the *best* way to travel…

  ***************

  We'd arrived at Blaze's mystery destination. He parked, then slid off the hog and lifted me from my seat, setting me down gently. He took me by the hand and we started walking towards what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.

  I hadn't been to many nightclubs in my day, but I KNEW they didn't look like this...

  We approached the door, and Blaze banged on it. A man even bigger and burlier than Blaze answered and gave me a hard once-over.

  "This your latest conquest, Blaze?" grunted the man, who was also donning a leather jacket and gloves.

  "Fuck off, Bo," warned Blaze.

  He put his arm around my waist and led me inside.

  As soon as we were in, I realized I could relax a bit. Looking around the large, crowded room, the place didn't appear to be much different from the bar I worked at. There were tables and chairs scattered across the area, with the one distinction being a square in the middle, I assumed for dancing.

  Blaze guided me over to one of the tables, a real cozy spot near the corner. We'd been sitting for all of two seconds when a slutty, busty, bleached-blonde woman approached us, apparently to take our order.

  "Your usual?" she asked, fast and to-the-point.

  Blaze must be a regular here, I thought, studying his face with awe and admiration.

  "Yeah, uh-huh," he grunted, bobbing his head in agreement.

  "For the old lady?" she asked, nodding her head in my direction.

  "She'll have the same," affirmed Blaze, not even giving me the option to respond.

  No matter; I kind of LIKED having him take control.

  When the drinks arrived, Blaze raised his glass and said, "To traveling new roads together."

  I clinked my glass against his and took a long sip of what he'd ordered for us. Whatever it was, it wasn't going down easy. I coughed and sputtered as the thick, clear liquid burned my throat.

  "What's a matter, baby. Can't you handle it?" said Blaze, reaching over to stroke my thigh. All the way up and all the way down he moved it, a little thrill shooting through me each time his hand disappeared under the covering of my skirt.

  "Of course I can. Just takes some getting used to is all," I said, nearly out of breath from what he was doing to my leg.

  I gave it a moment's thought, then decided to go for it.

  "Actually, I can handle more than you think," I purred, directing Blaze's hand further up my leg and onto my pussy.

  "Is that so?" he said knowingly as he began to work my cunt with his strong, callused hand.

  His large palm enveloped my entire snatch; there wasn't a single part of my pussy left unattended. He was caressing my vulva in a deep, circular motion, massaging both sets of pussy lips as he rubbed into me raw. With each clockwise twist, I let out a soft moan, my heart racing wondering if he was going to make me come. My excitement was shooting into overdrive; it wasn't just WHO was working my pussy, but HOW and WHERE he was doing it!

  "You better watch it. I'm sure to scream if you make me come," I told Blaze, placing my hand on the table and gripping to steady myself.

  Ignoring my concern, Blaze took his other hand and slid it under my skirt, feeling around for the hot, fleshy mound he'd already worked into a quivering fit. He took a finger and slid it down the length of my slit, then plowed into me without warning. Another finger quickly joined it as he began to ram and slam his way around my box. I had three fingers on my clit and two in my pussy, and it felt fucking insane.

  I was tensing up and dripping out, and my ability to breathe easily had reached critical levels.

  "Blaze, unless you want the whole bar to hear me come, you gotta stop. NOW," I insisted, grabbing onto his shirt by the shoulder.

  Blaze covered my mouth with his, drawing me in for our second hot, hard, passionate kiss. He continued to thrash my pussy as he danced inside me with his tongue, stopping only when he heard me start to scream through
our kiss. He'd brought me right to the edge of orgasm and dangled me over it, but hadn't let me go.

  I felt him slide his hands off and out of my pussy, then watched as he took the fingers that'd been in it and sucked them clean. It was strangely hot seeing him devour my juices, savoring every drop.

  "Time to dance it off, baby," he told me, leading me by the hand to the clearing in the bar. Gathering me into his arms, Blaze rocked me gently as a slow country tune began to play.

  I tilted my head and gazed up at him, this sexy specimen who towered over me by at least a foot. I felt overwhelmed by the size, strength and hardness of his exquisitely sculpted body -- I could feel the power in his tight embrace. It was a far cry from the awkward fumbling I could expect whenever I danced with Colby.

  Blaze didn't utter a word, and yet I could tell I was every bit a part of his thoughts, his world. He was swaying me in almost perfect harmony with the beat.

  The longer we danced, the harder he grew down below. We were dancing so close, his cock was pressing into my pussy. I could feel it struggling against me to get inside, to ravish me. Even through pants, I could tell Blaze's member was bigger, longer and harder than I'd ever thought possible.

  "You got a girlfriend, Blaze?" I found myself asking, lost in the dream that was unfolding all around me.

  "I wouldn't call them girlfriends," he answered, hands moving to stroke and grab at my ass.

  Wait -- girlfriends? Plural? And what exactly did he call someone he was seeing, if not his "girlfriend"?

  "They're more like... property," admitted Blaze.

  I stopped dead in my tracks, no longer allowing myself to be moved by the beat upon hearing this news.

  "Not to worry, honey. I take care of my property," Blaze assured me.

  Blaze pulled me back, taking my head and resting it on his chest. I couldn't help but melt over the surprisingly tender way he was treating me.

  Ohmigosh, I thought to myself. This guy really wants me.

  ME.

  He tilted my chin up and kissed me again, his tongue entering my mouth more gently this time. His kiss was hot, wet, and loving. I felt his hand reach for my breast, my nipples instantly hard from his touch.

  "Blaze, no. Not where everyone can see us," I whispered breathlessly.

  "Come on, then. I have someplace else I want to show you," he said, leading me outside and back onto his hog.

  We drove for a little bit, to a part of town I didn't recognize. We stopped at what appeared to be a rundown motel, one that had been converted into condos.

  "What is this place?" I asked, hopping off of our ride.

  "My apartment, baby, my digs. Be more comfortable here," he grunted.

  "I thought you said you were just passing through?" I said.

  "Sure ask a lotta questions. Questions can get you into trouble, baby," he growled.

  My mind was going a million miles an hour. I'd never been alone in a guy's place before -- Colby always made sure someone else was around when we hung out. I felt timid and uneasy; I knew if I walked through that door, Blaze and I would very likely do more than just "talk".

  "You comin', baby?" asked Blaze, his voice low and alluring.

  This is what's supposed to happen, I told myself.

  If the guy had a good time, he takes the girl back to his place.

  I couldn't ask Blaze to take me home now -- I'd come off sounding like such a child. And who was I kidding... scary as it was, I didn't want him to take me home. Not after how he'd held me. Not after how we'd kissed.

  I bit down on my lower lip and nodded, my hand melding with Blaze's as we crossed the stretch of asphalt that was between us and total privacy. We went up some stairs and turned two corners, arriving at a door labeled "2F".

  I watched as Blaze fiddled with the lock using a small tool from his pocket. Was he breaking in?

  No, no... he probably just forgot his key, I assured myself.

  Blaze put his shoulder against the door and gave it a good shove. It busted open in one push, making much more noise than it would have had it been opened normally. I hesitated for just a moment in the doorframe before following Blaze inside.

  The place was sparsely furnished; it had the basics of a fleabag motel, and that's it. There was a round table and chair with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses; a CRT-style TV and a big old bed.

  Blaze shrugged off his leather jacket and threw it onto the back of the chair. He went to pour us both a drink and said, "How you like my place, baby? Is it good enough for you?"

  I quickly nodded a few times and said nothing, having learned my lesson about speaking up. Blaze was standing to my left, taking measured sips of his whiskey as I did the same. When I'd finished, he took my glass and set it back down on the table.

  He looked into my eyes and smiled slyly; then, without uttering a word, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. One of his big, strong arms was holding onto the back of my thighs, the other was cupped around my ass.

  "Blaze! Wha-- what are you doing?!" I cried as he effortlessly carried me in the direction of the bed.

  Shit. I could see where this was going!

  "No! Blaze, no! Put me down... I don't want to sleep with--"

  "Sure baby," he answered.

  "Whatever you say."

  He laid me down gently, onto my back and in the middle of the bed. I tried to get up, but Blaze straddled my hips and stopped me, holding me down with his powerful chest and arms. I stared up at him, nervous yet turned on. My heart was pounding, and my head was spinning.

  Blaze leaned in to brush his lips over mine. As they met, he pressed into me deeper, his tongue needy and insistent. I uttered a small "mmmmm" as he kissed me slowly and deeply; I was completely at the mercy of his lustful exploration.

  No, I shouldn't be enjoying this, I thought.

  What about Colby -- how would he ever be able to forgive me if he knew?

  I tried once again to push Blaze away, but it was no use. His size and his strength -- his sheer manliness -- were just too much for me. And, secretly, I knew I didn't WANT him to get off. Not when he was making me feel so good. Not when he was making me feel like THIS.

  Blaze's hot damp tongue was circling and swirling and stroking around mine, faster and harder with each sensual pass. I found my mouth opening wider, accepting it, not only returning his advances, but actively seeking them out.

  Blaze was no longer pinning me down. I reached up and clasped my hands around the back of his thick, broad neck, pulling him even tighter.

  "Mmmmmmm," I moaned, still kissing him deeply.

  Blaze broke our kiss and smiled down at me, absolutely melting me with his smoldering eyes. He was gazing steadily at me as he pulled his black beater over his head, revealing a toned and bulging body. He kicked off his boots behind him, then went to remove his belt.

  After he had his pants off, he moved in and started undoing me. My eyes were transfixed by his massive bulge -- I had them glued to the front of his boxers.

  Silently, with one hand, Blaze began unbuttoning the confines of my blouse, his gaze never wavering from mine. Starting with the fourth one and working his way down, he slowly opened me up, revealing the silky, lightly tanned skin I was so used to keeping hidden.

  His thick thumbs fumbled when he got to the cuffs around my wrists.

  "Why don't you help me with those, baby," he suggested, hands moving to start on my skirt.

  I instinctively reached to undo them, then hesitated. I knew if I did as he'd asked -- If I assisted in taking off my clothes -- I'd be sending a message loud and clear that I wanted him. Pretty soon my bra would be off, then my panties, and there'd be no turning back then.

  I tried to think of Colby... I really did.

  I thought about how everything in his life had to be done "the right way" -- how he wouldn't allow us to have sex, let alone be properly engaged. It was an endeavor that only served to justify how badly I needed a real man.

  I turned my head to one side, ey
es glazed with lust, and looked at Blaze. His powerful presence, his ripped muscles, his dangerous allure -- they were all just too enticing to resist. I smiled faintly at this older, more experienced bad boy and slowly started to unbutton my left cuff, then my right. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding, but I hardly minded.