by Nikki Pink
Now I knew no one would fuck with me, no one could fuck with me, not ever again. And not just because I was with Jase, but because I had changed myself — I simply wouldn’t take it now. I’d give back twice what anyone dished to me and they’d rue the day they fucked with me.
My fingers were digging into Jase’s thighs when we finally pulled into the compound. It was silent and empty. We were the only ones there. I hopped off the bike and pulled off the helmet I’d been wearing.
He clambered off and I grabbed him by the hand. Hands held tight together we headed to the main door. It wasn’t locked — it never was. There was almost always someone there, and if there wasn’t? Who the hell would break into the clubhouse of an outlaw biker gang? No one who valued remaining in one piece, that’s for sure.
We headed inside, not speaking. I’m sure his mind was just as turbulent as mine, if not more so. He’d had a lot more shit to deal with than I had. But then again, maybe he was more used to it than me.
The main room seemed smaller than I remembered.
“Beer?” he asked.
I looked up at him. “In a minute.”
He looked down at me and I saw him biting his lip. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then with a slight shake of his head he reached down and grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder.
I gasped as I soared up to his shoulder, helpless. Take me. He walked me over to where he wanted me and put me down next to the pool table.
“Take off your clothes.”
I looked up into his eyes, my body shivering slightly. Yes Jase. I reached down and pulled off my shoes. I lifted my t-shirt over my head. I bit my lip out of nervousness as I reached behind me and undid the strap of my bra.
His eyes ran over my body and drank me up. It was cool in there and my nipples were hard as I watched him watch me. My hands went to my jeans and in a moment I was working them down my legs, followed by my panties.
Finally I stood there naked before him, my hands by my side as he shook his head softly. “Goddamn girl.”
I raised my eyebrows slightly at him.
“Turn around.”
I did as I was told, and placed my hands on the pool table. I gasped as he placed a hand between my thighs and ran it up my inner leg to where I was hot and slick before it disappeared. I let out a moan. I shivered and spread my legs a little wider and moved my feet a little further back.
I heard his jeans drop to the floor and I shook in excitement. A hand wrapped around my throat, gently squeezing as I felt his other hand manipulating himself. I felt him between my legs, and ever so slowly he slid inexorably deep inside me.
His other hand reached wrapped around my body and he squeezed a breast hard as he began to thrust himself inside me. Ahead of me was a large, dirty mirror and I met his eyes in the reflection. I could see him leaning over me, his hair hanging down around my shoulders, one arm around my throat and the other fondling and grabbing at my breasts sending electric shocks shooting through my body with every squeeze or tease of a nipple.
After the afternoon I’d had I needed this, I needed to be taken, to be used, to be filled, to be loved, to be dominated. He pumped his hips as he thrust into me again and again, occasionally squeezing at my throat sending blood rushing to my head.
I rocked my hips back into him, matching his rhythm perfectly. I stared at us in the mirror, watching my breasts shake as he drove into me harder and harder.
Moans escaped between my lips as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. Fuck it. I let my moans get louder. No one else is here.
I let myself get carried away in the moment, carried by emotion and yearning, physical craving and release. My moans got louder and he joined me in filling the empty clubhouse with noise.
“Oh yeah baby,” he said. I didn’t, couldn’t, form words, only animalistic sounds of pleasure.
“Take it. Take it all.” I’ll take it any time.
Faster he pounded into me. “You like that, huh?” I do, I do. I groaned in confirmation and let out a squeal.
“You like getting it from the big, bad, killer?” I moaned agreement. I’m a killer too now.
I reached around behind me and grabbed at his ass as he thrust harder into me, and squeezed my breasts hard. We were both close to release when we heard it. The sounds of motorcycle engines outside. They were coming back.
It only drove us on. I dug my nails into his muscular behind as he held me tightly and seemed to try and force me through the pool table. As the engines got louder so did my screams.
With a final cry of, “Oh fuck!” I felt Jase’s last few rapid thrusts into me as he brought me over the edge. He squeezed my throat and breasts and I swung my head up to the ceiling and let out a scream of release, half choked by the grip of his hand.
I collapsed forward on to the pool table and lay there panting. My body was slick with sweat and I ached from his rough treatment. I knew I’d be bruised the next day.
He withdrew himself from me and I heard him pull up his pants. I realized the engine sounds had stopped and I heard voices coming from outside.
With a final groan I pulled myself to my feet and began to pull on my clothes. I was sitting on the pool table pulling on my shoes when the guys came in.
Jase handed me a beer.
“Here. Are you okay?”
I smiled at him. “Better than okay.”
“I’m sorry, but…”
“You’ve gotta have a meeting, right?”
He nodded.
I took a sip from the beer. “Call me a taxi?”
Epilogue
Nicole
Jase looked at me, smiling.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing. Just you look good, is all.”
He was standing over me, naked. I ran my eyes over his tattooed and muscular body. I wanted to touch him, stroke him, scratch him and bite him and kiss him.
“You too.”
He grinned down at me. “I’ve got something for you.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “What?”
“Hold on.”
I sat up in his bed, and pulled my knees up against my breasts. I was damp with sweat and my body ached all over. A glorious aching that paid testament to the exercise we’d been giving each other that weekend.
It was two weeks since the unpleasant events around the Doctor. Things seemed to have settled down. Although I wasn’t privy to most of the details, I knew Jase was firmly in charge of the club now. And there seemed to be money coming in. A lot of money.
He came back from the other side of the trailer with a package wrapped in brown paper, tied up with twine.
“Here.”
I gave him a curious look, and stood up from the bed. The sun passing through the window glinted on our bodies as he passed me the gift. I almost dropped it at first, it was much heavier than I thought, but it was pliable.
I placed it onto the bed and bent over to pull the string undone. As I gave it a yank I was interrupted by a thwack. A flush of heat spread across my bottom.
“Hey!” He’d slapped me on the ass when I bent over the package.
“Sorry, Sweetness” You don’t sound sorry, mister.
I smiled to myself as I finished undoing the package. When I removed the paper a broad grin spread across my face.
“Wow!”
“You like them?”
I nodded as I laid out the black leathers on the bed. It was my very own set of riding leathers. “I love them.”
“Nicole?”
I turned to face him, and without conscious thought I found my hand running up his thigh. “Yes?”
A hand ran down my back and cupped my behind.
“Will you be my ol’ lady?”
I grinned and ran my hand further up his thigh, taking him in my hand where I could feel him swell between my fingers. I nodded my head. “I will. I will be your old lady.”
I squeezed him gently in my hand, and he bent his head down as I reached up, raising mysel
f on my bare feet as we kissed under the gaze of the late afternoon desert sun.
THE END
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Also By Nikki Pink
If you enjoyed the Sons of Mayhem serial you may also enjoy some of her previous work as an erotica writer. Her complete collection of more than 20 stories is now available as ONE book.
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Please note, these stories can contain taboo subjects and are only suitable for readers 18 years or older.
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All of the stories below are included:
Army Boys Series
Army Boys 1 and 2 Bundle – Japanese Virgin’s Rough First Time
Army Boys 3 – My Body Your Party
Interracial - Black Woman White Man
Standalone:
Breeding Lucinda
Breeding the Black Barely Legal Babysitter
Breeding the Black Barely Legal Babysitter 2
Breeding the Barely Legal Black Babysitter 3
Caught in Class
Interracial - Other
Gangnam Style Billionaire (Asian Man White Woman)
The Good Professor: Virgin on an A (White Man Asian Woman)
Romantic
You Never Forget Your First
Rough
Catching the Virgin Babysitter
Violating Christina
Gay
Alpha Frat
Mr. Jones and the Boy Next Door
Swim Boys - First Time Gay Experience
When Straight Guys Go Gay Two Stories
Taboo!
Single Stories:
Beast Daddy
My Brother Wants Me
My Brother Doesn't Want To
Breaking Taboos With My Big Brother
Taken by My Brother
Snaphappy
About the Author
Nikki Pink left home and is currently a professor of English at a small university in Asia. She enjoys cooking, running through rice fields and talking to her genius cat.
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