Stone Cold: An MC Erotic Romance

by Kristin Fletcher

  His hand returned to rubbing her ass cheek for a moment; petting her, soothing her, like she was a frightened animal -- which she was at that point, and she was grateful for his soothing. No matter what he did or how he pushed her, Victoria had an unwavering belief that Chad cared about her, that to Chad she was important. It was this certainty, more than anything else, which drove her to satisfy his desires.

  After a few moments of spreading and fucking her anus with his finger he pulled it out. Then she felt what could only be his cock, pushing and spreading her anus open.

  She instantly clenched up, but caught herself and focused on relaxing, on letting him inside.

  Like his finger, his cock was slick with the liquid from the plastic bottle, but it felt like his cock was never going to stop stretching her open. A moan escaped her tight throat, and her hips moved, turned, and rotated, trying to allow him inside.

  He pressed inside of her a little harder and she lifted her head with a gasp of surprise when she felt herself stretched by a sudden push from his hips.

  "There, the head is in, Vicky. You're doing just fine. Just stay like that for a moment." He told her, his voice still soothing, and his hand returning to pet her ass again.

  She did what he told her to do. The sensation continued to be uncomfortable. It wasn't like her pussy at all. Her pussy loved to be stretched open by that monster of his, the feeling sent thrills through her body, but her ass wasn't sending thrills anywhere.

  Still, she mused, it didn't really hurt, so she felt there was no harm in letting him continue to do it to her. She had heard that men enjoyed this, that it was erotic and exciting. So, she reasoned, if it didn’t really hurt her, and it turned him on, she could do this for him.

  "Now, I want you to rock your hips back, and push my cock into your ass a little more each time you do. Don't rush. We got all night. Don't hurt yourself either. Just push back a little, rock a little forward and then push back a little more," he told her.

  "Alright," she said, grateful that he wasn't going to shove it into her like he did with her pussy sometimes. Sometimes it hurt when he took her suddenly like that. But he was being careful with her, and it gave her a feeling of safety and eased her trust.

  Calmer now, she began rocking up against the pressure of his cock trying to spread her open. She went slow, like he told her to do, and after a few times of pushing back with her hips she felt his cock going further up her ass, while stretching her open.

  A couple of times she pushed too hard and felt a stretching pain which twisted her body, making her clutch at the bed cover, while biting back a cry. Mostly, however, it was just a growing discomfort, which increased, as she continued to push more of him up her ass.

  "You're doing just fine, Vic, just fine," he said in his soothing deep voice. "Now, reach between your legs and rub your clit while you are doing this."

  Tentatively she did as she was told. She found her clit much more excited than she expected, because thus far there was nothing about this that was turning her on. But her clit seemed to be very excited about his cock going up her ass.

  Once she began rubbing her clit, some kind of connection between her excited nub and her ass hit her like a shock of electricity. Her first thought was that she should slow down a little, but her clit wasn't having any of that, and its demand for stimulation was a compulsion too strong for her to win against.

  At her clit’s demand, she rubbed herself harder and faster. The stretching ache and discomfort in her ass was suddenly erotic and stimulating. The change galvanized her, and took her breath. She heard herself moan as her hips pushed back, shoving more of him inside of her than she was planning. Far from fearing the stretching of her ass, her body yearned for the sensation, humping and turning her hips with increasing boldness.

  Instead of just rocking back and forth now, her hips were rotating and grinding back on his cock. She tried to slow down, remembering Chad’s warning about hurting herself, but she couldn't now. Her ass wanted that thing all the way inside, and her clit demanded even greater stimulation. "Oh god Chad, I can't stop. Shit! Please don't hurt me!" she begged.

  Chad rubbed her ass with both hands, and soothed her, "You are doing just fine Vicky. Just fine."

  "Oh shit!" she pleaded as her hips bucked and shoved a sizable length of cock into her ass with a single thrust. "Fuck!"

  Suddenly Chad slapped her right cheek hard. The sound filled the room. She yelped and her hips twisted shoving him even deeper inside. She braced herself against the pain. The pain didn't come but her clit went wild, and she knew she was going to orgasm if she kept this up much longer. "Chad! Oh no! Oh please. I think I'm going to come! Shit!” she cried out, her voice on the edge of panic, as the unknown rose up in front of her.

  He slapped her ass again and this time her hips bucked hard, and she felt her ass cheeks smack back against Chad's hips. His cock was all the way inside!

  With one hand tearing at the bed and her other rubbing her clit so hard it scared her, she began fucking back and forth on his cock, building up intensity.

  In only a few moments she found she couldn't fuck him fast enough. The need to feel his cock pounding into her just kept increasing, "Shit! Chad! Fuck me! Please! Fuck my ass! I need it!" she screamed, while she bucked and slammed herself back against him.

  Chad's hands grabbed her hips with amazing strength and then he started pounding into her. In moments her clit was ready to burst. From her ass being fucked, there came a new and very different kind of arousal, some new kind of climax she had never experienced before, but despite her naiveté and her innocence, it was still rising to consume her in new and vicious ways.

  She screamed as her head came off the bed, tossing her hair into the air, her eyes wide, as though witnessing this new and threatening orgasm striding toward her with malicious intent, "Oh fuck! I can't stop!" she howled from deep in her lungs, her words low and guttural.

  Chad grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up and back. Her body came off the bed, as his other arm reached around her, grappling her, taking a firm hold of her breast, and then squeezing it harshly. She cried out, expecting pain, but the abuse of her breasts only mixed into the storm that powered her rising climax, feeding it, lifting it to another level.

  In a state close to panic, Victoria quaked and fucked back on his thrusts, feeling her climax rising into something which truly appeared too big for her to handle. In panic, she tried to think of an escape, but there was nothing. She couldn’t stop her hand from rubbing her clit or her hips from pounding her ass back against Chad’s fucking cock! Her body was under a compulsion to fuck herself, and this monster of a climax was the only way to stop her lust.

  Her ass climaxed first, with such amazing force her whole body felt the rush of the orgasmic agony. Then her clit climaxed -- sharp and wild, adding a lightning storm to the full-body climax from her ass, which continued to roll her over. She fought like a wild animal inside Chad’s grasp, trying to escape the consuming orgasms, but Chad was too strong. Her voice was hoarse with begging pleas for mercy, but Chad continued to pound into her ass, which fanned the orgasm into wave after wave of release and swelling agony.

  Inside this storm she felt Chad climax. His fast, merciless pounding faltered and then he was jolting inside of her. He let go of her breast and her hair, grabbing her with both hands on her shoulders and drove his orgasm inside with unyielding strength.

  Her ass was wild for him though. He couldn't take her too hard any longer. Whatever he did, her ass wanted more.

  When he let go of her she fell to the mattress, bouncing off the bed, her body writhing with confusion and fulfillment. While she clawed and gasped at the bedspread, his cock came out of her ass and the sudden emptiness caused her to fuck at the air behind her, seeking anything to fill her again.

  Chad lay down on the bed beside her, watching as her body seethed and settled down. Her mind reeled from the experience, filled with so many unknowns and new sensations there were no
thoughts or names to begin with, so a strange silence settled into place. Her legs hurt from tensing up so much they were cramped, her calf muscles were knotted, and her toes clenched so hard she didn't think they would ever relax again.

  Sliding forward she stretched out across the mattress, twisting and clawing weakly as she did.

  For a long time she just laid still, while aftershocks rippled across her abs.

  Chad began rubbing her ass again with his large hands, and she loved the feeling of his deep penetrating contact pressing into the muscles of her cheeks. His petting and soothing instilled in her a feeling of being deeply cared for, and she trusted his husbandry.

  "Holy shit!" she breathed, once her heaving chest would let her.

  "You have a really sweet ass baby. Really sweet," Chad told her, but his voice was hoarse and filled with exhaustion now. The sound of him being so spent, and so fulfilled, swelled her with pride and warmth.

  "Just for you, Chad," she promised him. "I'll never let anyone else do that to me. Only you."

  Thinking back on that night, while riding through Juarez Mexico, hugging against Chad’s broad back, a tremble of desire passed through her ass.

  Chad took her in the ass again a few nights later and the climaxes he brought her to were just as untamed and devouring as the first time she experienced sex with her ass.

  She smiled and wiggled a little on the seat of the bike. Perhaps she still had enough energy to do something for him when they arrived at the house, she decided.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Cesario Ramos' hacienda was basically a well-landscaped military compound. Chad pulled the V-rod up to the front gate and waited as a middle-aged Mexican walked up, looking him and Victoria over, while carrying an automatic weapon across his shoulder for the world to see. His partner hung back a little, inside the doorway of the little shack that served as a guard shelter.

  Watching, Chad could tell that neither of them had any professional training. The man approaching them was walking directly into the other man's line of fire, and the other man wasn't doing anything about it. This didn't give Chad much comfort.

  An armature with an Uzi was sometimes twice as dangerous. Armatures spooked too easy, and sometimes shot you even though you were a friendly. Chad watched the man's eyes as he looked them over, and then came back to look Victoria over a lingering second time. In Spanish he said, "My name is Chad, I should be expected."

  The guard nodded, "Si, you are expected Mr. Chad. Pull up to the house and the doorman will show you inside."

  "Thank you," Chad nodded.

  The man nearest the guard shelter reached inside, pulled a switch, and the large metal gate rolled back. Chad waited, and then idled the large bike through the gate and up the path. He spotted two other roaming guards near the path, and two more in the parking area moving among the vehicles as he pulled up next to a set of three other Harley's and parked.

  He recognized Mike's bike right away, and then placed the other two as Jeff's Shovelhead, and Tom's Lowrider. "Gang's all here," he murmured, and wondered a little more uneasily why he was summoned.

  Jeff was the club's Master at Arms. A tough man and the most dependable in a firefight Chad had ever come across. Tom was the Vice President of the Club -- equally as tough as Jeff and completely ruthless in violent situations. Tom was closer to being a thug than just about anyone else in the club, except for his level of patience. The man could wait-out a glacier in January. Once the violence began, however, Tom was the most likely candidate to come out of the storm alive.

  Victoria hopped off the back seat, and walked a little awkwardly for a bit, before her legs would straighten all the way and her ass re-established its place in the grand scheme of things. She giggled a little at her posture and stiffness.

  Chad got off after her and stretched his body, trying to limber up as much as possible, and as quickly as possible. The hairs on the back of his neck were bottle-brushed. Something very wrong was going on here. He could feel it like greasy air on his skin.

  The front door was opened by an elderly Mexican who came down the short stairway with a spring in his step. Walking up to Chad he said, "Welcome. Please, let me show you to your room."

  Chad checked his watch; it was well after midnight, "Thank you. You are very kind." After pulling up his saddlebags, he followed the doorman toward the house.

  "It is nothing," the elderly doorman told him with a smile. "Your companions, they are already retired for the night, but I could bring you some cheese and meat to your room if you would like. Perhaps some wine?"

  Chad nodded, following the man through the wide double doors, Victoria in tow, "That would be very generous. We have come a long way."

  "I will see to it shortly," the man assured him.

  "Would you happen to have some bottled water as well?" Chad asked.

  "Si, I do, and I will bring some, chilled," he nodded.

  The doorman led them to a bedroom on the bottom floor of the three-story home. Chad estimated from what he saw outside, that the house had at least ten bedrooms, perhaps more depending on the areas he couldn't see. When they came in through the foyer they crossed a spacious livingroom furnished with antique pieces of wood and leather.

  The bedroom was small and filled almost completely by the large bed it contained, but it did have its own attached room with a shower.

  Victoria turned around in the room and then was about to say something when he put a finger on her lips and shook his head slowly. His eyes held hers, "No talking. This is very serious, Victoria," he whispered. "I think we might have walked into something which could be very dangerous. So while we are here, don't speak unless it is absolutely necessary," he whispered.

  She came very close, her eyes wide, and whispered in his ear, "Chad, you are scaring me."

  He looked her in the eyes, trying to impress on her just how serious this was, "Well, I'm already scared down to my shorts, so be scared quicker and catch up."

  Her eyes widened, but she only nodded her head.

  "Take a shower. I'll wait for our food." He told her and then, close to her ear, he asked, "Do you speak Spanish?"

  She nodded in reply.

  "Don't let them know that. You're just a dumb blond biker bitch while you are here, alright?"

  She nodded, and he could see her processing this, then she turned and went into the small bathroom. Without closing the door she stripped off her jeans and took off her leather vest. Once naked, she leaned in and started the shower, waiting for it to heat up.

  Chad sat on the edge of the large bed, watching her. He shouldn't have brought her. She would have been upset, even angry if he forced her to stay home, but she would have gotten over it.

  Why was he summoned? What was going on here that Mike thought he was the best person to call out for?

  Chad thought about his skills, going through the ones Mike and the club tended to make use of. He was ex-special forces, and did two tours in Afghanistan. But there were plenty of tough, violent men in the club and Mike had two of the toughest already with him. He spoke Spanish, the Mexican lingo, like a native, but so did others, including Tom and Jeff. What Mike called him for most often was for planning operations. Chad had an insightful mind and strategy came easy for him. Also, his instincts were good.

  Right now, those instincts were telling him he had brought Victoria into the middle of something serious. He saw it in the way the street guards acted, and the way the guards out by the vehicles were paying a lot of attention to the bikes. He heard it in the slight quaver of the old doorman's voice. That old man had probably seen more action in his life than Chad had. Anything that could put a quaver into his voice was something to be wary of.

  Victoria was in the shower, soaping up her breasts and watching him. Normally this scene would have been very relaxing. He would have loved to forget the world for a while and just watch her bath herself. But the hairs on his neck told him to keep sharp.

  The doorman knocked on the door an
d announced himself. Chad answered, and the door opened slowly. Chad stood and accepted the tray of cut meats and cheese, and the bottle of wine with two bottles of cold water. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

  "Please have us woken for breakfast," Chad asked him.

  "It will be my pleasure. Your companions, they wish for breakfast as well," he said and gave Chad a slight smile. "Sleep well, please."

  After he was gone, Chad set the tray and bottles in the middle of the bed, and then sat on the edge again. There was no sense worrying at this point. Whatever was going to happen wasn't going to show itself until after breakfast.

  Victoria dried off and came out of the wash room. She walked up and wrapped her arms around his head, pressing him into her midriff. Victoria had good instincts too, and knew just how to take care of him.

  He cursed himself again for bringing her down here. He knew better, but let her pouting lips fuck with his logic. He rubbed her ass absently with his hands, and then looked up to her eyes, "Eat something while I shower, then we'll go to sleep."