“We don’t have time for that,” she said. “We have to go, remember? What about your friends?”
I laughed. “I’m sure they’re fine,” I growled. My cock chafed against my jeans and Ella sighed. “Please?” I looked at her. “Don’t you think I’m owed a little treat for being cooped up in the back of your rig?”
Ella frowned at me. “That wasn’t my fault,” she said hotly, in a way that made me want to spank her for her impertinence. “I had nothing to do with you in that box. Your asshole friends are the ones who did that!”
“They had to,” I said simply. Ella blinked at me. For a moment, I forgot that she barely knew what was going on. She only knew my name. I hadn’t told her anything about the MC and I hadn’t been planning on it. Besides, I had more important things on my mind. More palatable things. Like Ella’s naked body, spread eagled and hungry for me. I shuddered as another grip of arousal hit me.
Ella changed her pose. She stretched, exposing a strip of white flesh at her belly. I practically drooled thinking of how her perfect little breasts would look without that shirt on. I imagined they’d have light brown nipples that would stand perkily to attention after being tweaked or sucked. I longed to make Ella squirm with pleasure and delight, to make her beg for things she didn’t even know that she wanted.
“What do you want me to do?” Her demeanor changed to a sulky, catlike one. Walking towards me, I saw her rolling her hips and swinging them from side to side. My mouth went dry. Ella was gorgeous when she was mad, but she was even hotter when she was actually trying to please me. She got down on her hands and knees, crawling towards me with a sultry look on her face. “What can I do for you, Mickey? I want to welcome you home.”
“You don’t even know what I’m doing here,” I protested. But before I could say anything else, Ella had crawled over and was unzipping my jeans, pulling them down my hips. My cock sprang free and she stared at it with wonder.
“You’re so hot,” Ella purred, sticking out her little pink tongue. She looked up at me with her eyebrows raised, as if asking for approval.
“Oh, my god, yes,” I moaned. “Please. Please suck my cock.”
Ella pouted. “I don’t know,” she said in a soft little voice. “It’s so big. I don’t know that it will fit inside my mouth.”
Pleasure and agony shot through my body. She had pressed her arms together to give herself cleavage, and I caught myself staring down her shirt. When she caught me looking, she reached her hands up and rubbed at her nipples through the cotton.
“Mmmm, Mickey,” she moaned as she rubbed herself. “This feels so good, mmm, I wish it were you touching me!”
When I reached down to caress her, she batted my hands away and glared at me. “Hey,” I said. “I want to touch you.”
Ella shook her head from side to side. She locked eyes with me and slowly started pulling her tank top up, inch by inch. I was drooling and when she pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side, I practically groaned. Topless, Ella was so hot. She had pert, tight little tits capped with gorgeous dark brown nipples that were already hard. She cupped her tits with her hands and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. When she knew that I was unable to look away, she closed her eyes and moaned, tilting her head back and opening her lips. I thought I was going to explode as she slipped her hands down her taut little belly and into the front of her jeans. Ella groaned softly and thrust her hips forward to meet her touch.
Stepping forward, I rubbed the head of my swollen cock against her face. “Enough with the teasing,” I grunted. “Pleasure me, Ella. Pleasure me in the way only you can.”
She looked up at me with that same delicious pout on her soft lips. “Yes, sir,” she said. Ella took her hands off her body and crawled towards me. She reclined back on her knees and wrapped a soft hand around the base of my stiff erection. I gasped—her touch felt so good, I was sure that I was going to explode.
“Does that feel good?” Ella asked in a soft voice. My reply came out as a strangled moan and grunt. She crawled even closer and stuck out the tip of her pink tongue, bobbing her head up and down so it rubbed against the head of my cock. Her tongue was soft, warm, and wet, and feeling it was like being stroked by heaven. I let out a strangled cry as Ella began to gently circle her tongue around the head of my cock. She bobbed her head up and down and finally opened her mouth, taking the first few inches of my erection. I could tell that her jaw was straining but she didn’t complain at all, she only slid closer to suck even more of me. Pleasure was exploding in my body and I closed my eyes, steadying myself on Ella’s warm, brown head. Her hair was soft and I tangled my fingers in it, knowing they would come away smelling like strawberries. She sucked at my erection and then began licking against the underside of my cock. It felt amazingly, incredibly good, and I groaned loudly as I began to thrust my hips towards her face.
Ella worked her mouth harder, moving up and down until I thought I was going to die. I could tell I was going to fill her mouth with a massive load, but it felt so incredible that I wanted her to keep going until she couldn’t last any longer. Ella moaned with my cock in her mouth, sending vibrations and lust through my body. I opened my eyes and looked down—she was fingering herself with her free hand, her legs spread wide. Seeing her get herself off was incredibly hot, and before I knew it, I was thrusting in time to the rhythm of her mouth. The tension was building and building in my lower body, and I knew that I was going to come hard.
With a strangled cry, I tapped Ella on the head. She grunted and kept going, until I felt my cock explode with spasm after spasm inside her little pink mouth. She sucked every drop of cum from my cock, massaging the base with her hand to make sure that she got it all. When she’d licked me clean, she leaned back, still lazily rubbing herself with her free hand.
“You taste good,” she said, closing her eyes and moaning as her own arousal was starting to get particularly intense. A sweet, musky odor wafted up towards me and I inhaled deeply, knowing it was the scent of her pussy. Ella’s fragrance was both young and sweet, and I longed to taste her. I got to my hands and knees and pushed her over until she was laying on her back. Her fingers worked tirelessly at her clit and I could see the juices spilling out of her sweet little tight hole. She groaned and stroked herself with increasing speed. With a grin on my face, I gently slapped her labia. Ella shrieked but then moaned loudly, and I could tell how much it had really pleased her. I gently spanked her pussy over and over, until she pulled her hand away to allow me greater access. I saw her clit, pink and swollen, and knew that I had to taste her. Burying my face between her legs, I sucked at her juices and rubbed my tongue over her erect clit. The response was immediate: Ella’s body tensed, every muscle stood on edge. She arched her back and pushed her pussy against my face until all I could smell was her. She was so wet that my nose slid against her skin, probing and searching until it rubbed against her clit. Gently, I slipped my tongue inside of her and lapped at her pussy. Ella moaned and grunted. The muscled walls of her pussy closed around my tongue and despite the fact that I’d just had a massive orgasm, I felt a jolt of arousal in my cock. I slipped a finger inside of Ella and began to stroke her, returning my mouth’s focus to her clit. Soon, she was grunting and grinding her face against me, coating me with her juices. She bucked her hips and screeched just as I felt the muscles in her pussy tense. Before I knew it, she was coming hard, all over my face. I kept licking and sucking until the muscle contractions had subsided and she was pushing me away, shrieking and yelping that it was too sensitive, that I was going to make her piss herself.
“That was amazing,” Ella said in a dreamy voice. She licked her lips and giggled at me. I gazed in awe at the sensual, brunette goddess spread out on the floor beside me like a delicious piece of cake. My cock was already starting to get hard again and I wiped my face clean of Ella’s juices. She stared at me with a playful expression on her face, but the longer our gazes locked, the more serious she became. Gently, she reached out he
r arms to me and I lay down beside her and pulled her close. Ella’s soft skin felt like velvet as she wrapped herself around me. Slowly, I rolled onto my back and kept her on top of me. My cock grew stiffer and stiffer. Ella straddled me, grinding her soaked pussy against my hardening erection. She grinned at me in a lazy, sensual way and I felt a jolt of desire in my loins. Arching my hips, I angled the head of my cock up and towards her pussy. Ella braced herself, sliding down on top of me. She felt like one mass of smooth, slick muscle, and she was tighter than anyone I’d ever been with. I practically came just from the sensation of pushing into her, making her mine.
“I’m yours,” Ella whispered. She locked eyes with me and rolled her hips, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Take me, Mickey.”
“You’re mine,” I growled back.
Ella closed her eyes and tilted her head back, moaning in pleasure. She let her small hands stray to her sides and caressed and pinched her own nipples. I could feel her pussy clenching with every thrust and I groaned softly, grabbing onto her hips and digging my fingers into the tender flesh. Ella rolled her hips and grunted. I could see a faint sheen of perspiration covering her skin and I knew that she had to be getting close to orgasm. A pink flush broke out over her chest and face and I shuddered with lust. She was so fucking sexy, I couldn’t take it. Everything about her was perfect. It was like fucking a virgin who already knew how to screw; for some reason, I had the feeling that I was rocking her world in a way that she’d never felt before.
Ella called my name softly, then louder. She leaned down over my chest and ground her clit against my pubic bone, burying her face in my neck and breathing hotly on my skin. I cried out as she ground down more forcefully, rubbing my cock in a way that almost sent me over the edge. My lower belly was coiled tight with desire and tension, and I knew that soon, I’d be exploding all over her. Ella grunted and paused for a brief second. She bit into my neck and I cried out and dug my fingers hard into her ass. Then, she ground against me in a fierce, unstoppable way. I felt myself explode and gush rope after rope of cum inside of her. Ella’s face was bright red and her eyes were squished tightly closed. She groaned and moaned and threw her head back. Finally. I felt powerful spasms in her pussy tighten around my cock. She came hard, yelling and leaking tears out of her eyes. Our bodies were soaked in sweat by the time she was able to climb off me and flop down next to me, clearly exhausted.
“You’re amazing,” Ella said softly as she nestled her head on my chest. “You’re so incredible. I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.”
“Me neither,” I said truthfully, nuzzling her hair and closing my eyes. Finally. Finally it felt like I was really, truly home.
“Mickey? Hello?” Ella reached out and smacked me on the arm. I colored quickly, unaware that I’d drifted off in fantasyland for so long. She glared at me. “I said let’s go,” she said, sounding annoyed. “I can’t stay here any longer, and I’m not leaving you alone.”
“Fine,” I said, climbing up into the passenger side of her rig. Inside, her rig smelled like her: sweet musk and strawberries. I almost got hard again thinking of her laying in the little bed in the back of the cab, rubbing her clit until she cried out with pleasure.
“Can I call the police?” Ella asked me in a plain voice. She powered on the rig and shifted into gear, doing a slow turn around the yard. It was dark; the moon was high overhead, and I could see boulders casting weird, ghostly shadows. “You got a little angry when I tried that earlier,” she said, and I saw that she was fighting to keep a smile off her lips.
Not so tough and bitchy, are you? I thought with satisfaction. Instead I smirked at her. “No, honey,” I said with a slow grin. “You can’t call the cops. You should know if you’re from around here that they’re all corrupt.”
Ella snorted. “That’s not true,” she said under her breath. “I’ve been in Dos Palmos all of my life. I would have heard about that, for sure.”
I grinned and shook my head. For some reason, exposing corruption always gave me a little rush. It felt good, and even though I knew I shouldn’t be talking to Ella about it, I couldn’t help it.
“Then you haven’t been paying attention, honey,” I told her. Ella didn’t turn her head. She downshifted as we coasted down the hill outside of the freight yard. I rolled the window down and let the ocean breeze wash over my face. Dos Palmos was home, no doubt about it. I still could have used a good fuck, but god, it felt so good to be home.
Ella didn’t reply. I guessed that maybe she didn’t like being called ignorant, even if that’s what she was. It wasn’t my fault that she was too busy to pay attention to the rabid corruption in her home town. With a jolt of unease, I realized that probably meant she also knew nothing about The Irish. I wondered how she’d take finding out that her new “friend” was in a motorcycle club.
“Listen, I know you don’t want to hear this, but two of the most powerful cops in Dos Palmos are gunning for me,” I told Ella with a straight face. “I can’t tell you why, but just know that it would be bad for everyone if I’m seen here now.”
Ella looked at me and I could see real fear in her face. “What are you going to do with me?” she asked softly. I could tell that she was realizing just how dangerous I was. Part of me wondered if she still felt attracted to me.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I promised. “Just drop me off at this bar, off Route 40. Can you do that? I’ll let you go if you do as I say.”
Ella twitched. “What else?” she asked in a soft voice.
“I won’t even touch you again if you don’t want me to,” I said, spreading my hands in a gesture of goodwill. “I promise. You’re gonna have to beg me for the slightest touch.” I winked at her and wiggled my fingers in the air. Compared to her dainty hands, they looked like pork sausages.
Ella sniffed. I could smell the fear coming off of her in waves—it was almost as strong as her arousal had been in my fantasies. She didn’t say anything, but I suddenly knew that she still wanted me. She was still scared; I was still an outlaw, but what girl didn’t want an outlaw?
I was starting to realize how different Ella was from other women. For one thing, she seemed to have no idea of how hot she really was. She was so gorgeous, and yet she acted like she thought she was ugly. I was mystified. Was it because male truckers preferred sleazy blondes with big fake tits? I didn’t get it. Even if they did prefer a type vastly different to Ella, there was no denying that she was a hot little number.
Was she gay? I cocked my head and looked at her. She didn’t look gay, and she definitely didn’t act gay. Hell, she was practically salivating over me when she first saw me step out of the crate. But women were strange birds. I wondered if being on the road for months at a time had ruined her. It wouldn’t have been the weirdest thing.
Ella gave a little sigh and pooched her lips out. I knew she wanted me, just as much as I wanted her. But why wasn’t she acting like it? Maybe she was attached. But she didn’t act like a girl with a boyfriend, and she definitely didn’t seem married. There was no jewelry, and I could tell that she’d never even thought about being someone’s wife. Then what the hell is her deal? I wondered as I stared at her profile in the darkness. She was obviously fairly young, she was gorgeous, she was sharp, and she was independent. It was a strange combination for someone who wasn’t aware of her own power. It was like she honestly never even considered that someone could call her attractive. I wondered if she’d had a bad relationship, maybe with someone abusive, maybe with someone who put her down all the time. I shook my head—no, that wasn’t it either. She didn’t seem abused, she was too confident for that. But still, it was the kind of confidence that comes from inner strength, not from knowing one’s own power.
Yep, she was strange all right. And goddamnit, I was going to figure out why. I had bigger fish to fry, but I couldn’t stay away from this chick. There was something about her that was positively addicting, and I was dying to figure her out.
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bsp; Chapter Seven
Ella
I looked at Mickey and felt a little hiccup of desire. When Mickey saw the look on my face, he winked at me and grinned. I felt the lust turn to irritation and I scowled at him. The big idiot! Who did he think he was, offering to keep his hands off me unless I begged him! I snorted. Like I’d beg him for anything. God. But just looking at him was enough to make some of the lust come back, and I had to shake my head and rid myself all impure thoughts relating to Mickey.
We were just cruising out of the freight yard as real darkness was falling. Soon, Dos Palmos would be blanketed in a haze of inky, black night that felt as real and soft as velvet. I loved the nighttime air, even if I didn’t spend much time in it while I was home. Sharing the darkness with someone felt intimate, almost in the way that sleeping with them would have. When I looked at Mickey, I could barely see his profile outlined in the darkness. He’d lit one of my cigarettes and was puffing away contentedly, the orange tip glowing in the cab. I shivered as I heard him crack his knuckles—the sound was brutal, much louder than the little clicks that I’d hear when I did the same thing.
I wasn’t sure why I was helping him. To be honest, I had no real reason to be doing that. Maybe it was because he was the first guy who’d really shown any kind of interest in me in a long time, or maybe just because he was so sexy. I hated myself for being weak like this, but I figured there was nothing wrong with a drink. It was just a drink or two, what could possibly happen?
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