HOT as F*CK

by Scott Hildreth

“I hope you’re ready for this,” he said.

  “I am,” I responded as I pushed my sweats to the floor.

  And I was.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  AVERY

  Yet another sexless shower with Axton, and I was frustrated beyond comprehension. My sheer attraction to him, his gorgeous looks, and the fact he was hung like an absolute motherfucker made seeing him naked, and not having sex, all too difficult. As I walked to his room wrapped in a towel, I wondered what color baggy sweats he was going to give me to wear.

  Standing beside the bed shirtless and dressed in pajama pants, Axton seemed out of place. All I had ever seen him wear were jeans, short of falling asleep with him the night before. And, on that night, he wore black sweats. They were close enough to the appearance of jeans it just seemed as if he were wearing black jeans. Standing in the well-lit room in plaid cotton pants was something new, and as much as I hated to admit it, I liked it. I liked it a lot.

  As I entered the room, he turned his upper body toward me. His face seemed to harbor a hint or embarrassment or guilt. Probably from all of the scars, I figured. As drawn as I was to his muscular body, I made a conscious effort to shift my gaze away from him and not stare. As I prepared to ask him what he wanted me to wear, he reached for the bed and lifted up a black cotton spaghetti-strap summer dress.

  “Put this on, I want to see you in it,” he said as he dangled the dress in front of him.

  Seriously? I don’t want to wear one of your former slut’s clothes.

  I scrunched my nose slightly. “Uhhm, where’d you get it?”

  “I bought it from the mall last week when I went to Wichita. I shoved the bag behind my Mexican blanket. Fucker flapped all the way here, I thought it was going to fly off, but it made the trip,” he said.

  You bought me a dress?

  Short of a gift from my father as a child, no man had ever bought me anything. I bit my quivering lower lip and held out my hand. As he tossed the dress over my outstretched arm, he smiled a genuine smile. As I admired his teeth, I silently wished he’d smile more. He didn’t have the teeth of what I would have expected a biker to have; they were quite straight and considerably whiter than mine. I lifted the dress and glanced at the tag.

  Von Maur, size 2, $125.00. Holy shit, Axton. You didn’t have to…

  “I was headed back from a meeting with a few other clubs and I stopped to see what they had. I thought you’d look cute in that little fucker. Hell, all you ever wear are shorts. Suppose you can’t wear it on the bike, so you just as well put it on now,” he said.

  I dropped the towel, and stood completely naked in front of him. I pulled the dress over my head, along my torso, and past my hips. It fit perfectly. After remembering he didn’t have a mirror in his room, I held my index finger in the air excitedly. “Hold please.”

  I ran to the bathroom and opened the door. Standing in the opening, I looked into the mirror. Not only did the dress fit perfectly, it appeared I had gained a few pounds in all the right places. I turned, pressed the dress to my stomach and gazed in the mirror. I bend down slightly and stared at my reflection. I looked marvelous; I was braless and it looked like I actually had cleavage. My butt looked cute. As I felt Axton’s presence behind me, I turned to face him. My mouth said the words thank you, but no sound escaped my lips. Overcome with joy, lust, a strong sense of self-worth, and an attraction to the man standing before me, I merely stood and stared.

  “You uhhm. You look beautiful, Avery,” he stammered.

  Unable to speak without blubbering, I raised my hands in the air, smiled, and repeated my silent thank you. I watched curiously as he reached over, slipped one arm behind my legs, another along my shoulders, and picked me up from my feet. My head began to spin. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me toward the room. As he lowered me to the bed, I realized I didn’t care what his next move was. The dress, my newfound curvaceous body, his expression of my beauty, and the progress we had made so far was enough for me to survive the entire summer.

  With my legs dangling over the edge slightly, he knelt on the floor at the end of the bed and raised his index finger to his lips. I lifted myself onto my elbows and watched as he pushed my thighs apart, raised the dress to my waist, and positioned his head between my thighs. Softly, his mouth kissed up the length of my thighs until I felt his tongue against my overly anxious pussy. My entire body shuddered as I felt his tongue against my clit.

  Oh God, seriously? We went from zero to a hundred miles an hour instantly.

  The slight pressure from his finger penetrating me caused me to inhale sharply. I bit my lower lip and craned my neck to watch as he slowly began to finger me and lick my soaking wet pussy simultaneously. The rhythmic motions of both his tongue against my clit and his finger working in and out of my wetness became expected and quite a pleasure. Anticipating each pleasurable move, my breathing began to be as predictable as his tongue and finger.

  If you expect me to last any length of time, we’d better slow down.

  I felt myself reaching a climax of new proportion. After Axton, my vibrator would become useless, and every orgasm preceding this one would be nothing short of some faint memory which would eventually fade into nothingness. As he continued to lick and slurp against my clit and work his magic finger in and out, l lowered my head and bit my lip.

  I couldn’t watch any longer. His two day’s growth of bad-boy beard and the muscles in his arms combined with his love for sucking and licking my pussy proved to be all too much. I wanted this to last at least another sixty seconds before I exploded into another atmosphere. My ears began to ring, and I felt itchy all over.

  And.

  I.

  Screamed.

  “Holy fucking Jesus fuck!” I screamed.

  I felt as if I was going to die. The, I’m headed to heaven type of death, not the, Oh shit I’m going to die type. Knowing heaven had no place for a girl like me, I continued to scream as I opened and closed my eyes repeatedly. Visions of Axton came and went and he continued to flick his tongue against my now swollen clit. Combined with his finger’s ability to find whatever the fuck that spot is on the top of my pussy, he extracted another earth shattering orgasm.

  “Oh…” I bit against my lip.

  I opened my mouth and stared at the ceiling. “My…”

  I looked down at his face, still buried between my thighs, and blinked repeatedly, “Axton…”

  My entire body shook from another five-minute-long orgasm. Webster’s Dictionary should have a picture of the face I made through the course of having it under the definition for orgasmic bliss. As I came back down to earth, I realized although I meant to say Oh my God, and I actually flubbed it into Oh my Axton. It was, however, a perfect expression for how I felt. Right now, Axton, to me, was God. He was my beginning and my end. My savior, my salvation, my bad-boy, and my alpha male biker, he was my…

  Holy shit!

  As he pulled down his pajama pants, I almost passed out. His cock was rigid and massive. From taking two showers with him, I knew it was huge, but I had no idea it would grow into what was between his legs. As he stood there stroking it, I realized I had no idea he’d even stopped licking me. I must have slipped away to some other distant place for a moment. Maybe it was the fact that deep down inside I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything or anyone in my life.

  As his knee pressed into the comforter, and I felt his full weight being added to the bed, I wanted to ask about protection, diseases, and at least tell him I was precautious enough to have been taking birth control, just in case. As he climbed into place on top of me, I stared down past his massive chest, chiseled stomach, flaring biceps, and focused on his rigid cock. I opened my mouth and inhaled a short breath.

  “Fuck me,” escaped my lips.

  I should really have him wear a condom.

  “Fuck me,” I screamed.

  “Now. Just fuck me. Please?” I pleaded.

  His hand moved to his coc
k. I closed my eyes. Even though I was soaked, and my pussy was beyond willing, the pressure against my pussy was horrendous. His cock was huge and if pussies came in sizes, mine was without a doubt an X-Small. I bit my lip. I felt as if my hips became dislodged somehow. As soon as he finally penetrated me I opened my eyes in disbelief. The pain, although deep and dull, was pleasurable. As he slowly worked himself in and out, I began to feel more and more like this might actually work. I suppose, in a perfect world, a large cock and a small pussy are the perfect combination. The beginning, no doubt, is utter hell.

  I’d always day dreamed about being with a bad-boy and having them do with me as they wished; tossing me around from room to room and maneuvering me through no less than half a dozen various sexual positions. Possibly held upside down while being eaten out, or being bent over the hand rail at a football game and being fucked from behind while the crowd cheered us on.

  Having Axton on top of me exceeded any expectation whatsoever of crazy bad-boy sex. His weight against me, his chest pressed to mine, and his warm breath against my neck was far more of a turn-on than anything I had or would expect to ever experience. As his hands pressed into my shoulders, he worked his massive swollen manhood in and out of my wet, tight pussy. The flesh on flesh friction, combined with being completely filled with cock proved to be all too much, and I felt myself begin to return to my heavenly orgasmic place.

  I felt the dress being lifted over my head. Momentarily, I opened my eyes and attempted to focus.

  “I want to feel your skin on mine,” he said.

  I nodded my head and opened my mouth to say something in acknowledgement, but nothing happened. I was lost in his slow, methodical thrusts. As I felt his cock begin to swell, I bit my lip and prepared for my orgasmic explosion. Slowly, he pulled himself from inside me.

  I opened my eyes in disbelief.

  As he stroked his cock and pointed it at my stomach, I stared in disbelief. Although I’d love to see him jack-off and cover me in his cum, I opened my mouth. This time words actually spilled from my lips.

  “Inside me. I’m on the pill. God, please. Inside me!” I barked.

  As I felt his cock against my wet mound, I sighed. Within a few seconds, I was back to where I was, tingling from head-to-toe, preparing to be launched into space. As I once again felt him begin to swell, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. His cock continued to thrust in and out of me like a man possessed was behind it.

  As I heard him release a groan which would wake the dead, I joined in with my own scream of pleasure. Together, as we both reached climax, the sound of our voices was enough to cause any sane person within a mile to call the police. I shifted my gaze to meet his. His back arched, his hands held high above his head, and his fists clenched, he looked like a tattooed Greek God. As he unclenched his fists and ran his fingers through his short curly hair, he looked down and smiled.

  A new smile.

  One with white teeth gleaming, and the sides of his mouth curled up to depict what could only be described as…

  Progress.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  AXTON

  For as long as I graced the earth and I was able, I knew I would be an outlaw. Being in an Outlaw Motorcycle Club wasn’t only where I belonged, it was who I was. This one thing, regardless of any other changes in my life, would never change.

  Allowing Avery to enter my world caused me to feel a sense of accomplishment in my life I had never felt. She allowed me to exhale and believe, at least in her presence, I was not only an outlaw, but an outlaw and human. Having never felt like much other than a criminal, keeping her by my side would certainly prove effective in making me feel better about myself, and making me a more effective president. In some way or another, everyone in my life would benefit from what Avery provided me.

  “You know I’ll always be an outlaw,” I said without looking up.

  “Uh huh. I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she responded.

  I glanced up from my bowl of noodles, “I could end up in prison for some bullshit charge, and you may never see me again.”

  “They allow visitors,” she said.

  “The club always comes first, Avery. Always,” I explained.

  “As they should,” she said as she stirred her chopsticks through her soup.

  “You realize there isn’t really a law or a commandment I haven’t broken. Think about that,” I said as I laid my chopsticks across the bowl and pushed it toward the center of the table.

  She looked up from her bowl and raised her eyebrows. “Seriously? I’ll be caught up with you in no time. You’re not going to scare me away.”

  “Well, I’m just making sure you know who I am for sure,” I said.

  “Well, it’s a little late for starting to introduce yourself, but yeah, I know who you are,” she said as dropped the chopsticks into her bowl.

  “Guess that’s all I’ve got for now. You got anything?” I asked.

  After a short hesitation, she raised her hand to her mouth and tapped her index finger to her lips. “Yep. One thing.”

  “Well?” I sighed.

  “Can I like say whatever, and you won’t get mad?” she asked.

  I nodded .y head, “Sure.”

  “Okay. Well, I think I’ve been doing a good job of being respectful and stuff. You know, keeping my smart-ass mouth shut and not saying shit. Like don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.” She paused and leaned into the center of the table.

  “I never told you that, but yeah, I’ll agree. You’ve been pretty good,” I said.

  She pressed her elbows into the table and rested her chin in her hands. “Well, I figured it out on my own, you know, from reading and stuff. So, anyway. What I was wondering is this. When it’s you and me, just us, can I like speak a little more freely? Not be disrespectful, but like say what I want without you getting mad?”

  She sat up and leaned into her chair as she waited on my response.

  I raised my hands in the air slightly and shrugged. “Sure. But from you or anyone for that fucking matter, I won’t be disrespected.”

  “And I won’t disrespect you. Agreed,” she said as she extended her hand to the middle of the table.

  I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I leaned over and shook her hand. “Agreed.”

  “Okay. Well, I have always dreamt of having a guy like you. I know I don’t have you, but you know what I mean. A bad-boy, an alpha male, a biker; all of those things are my perfect dream. So, I get you, and then we finally have sex. Now don’t get me wrong, I loved the sex. I loved it. But, I uhhm. I was kinda wondering if we could like go all crazy once in a while. You know, like pull my hair and shit. Have some of that wild shit like people always tell stories about and stuff. What do you think about that?” she said without so much as taking a breath.

  Avery always spoke a hundred miles an hour whenever she chose to speak. Hearing her say all of what she just said as fast as she said it made me take a moment to digest it all. As I watched her face change from a look of confidence to worry, I sighed.

  I leaned forward, pinched my chin between my thumb and forefinger, and nodded my head. “You like it rough?”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. I like thinking about it. But not just rough. You know, rough and adventurous.”

  I raised one eyebrow. “You want me to fuck you harder than I did?”

  She shrugged again. “Oh God. I don’t know. Maybe after we bone for a while. Your cock’s huge and I’ve got a little hoo-hah.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t ever call it that again. A fucking hoo-hah? You can add that to the list of shit not to say. It’s a pussy.”

  She leaned into the table and whispered. “I have a tiny pussy.”

  “That you do,” I agreed.

  “Well, we’ll see. I think you’ll be satisfied with what you get from me. We’ve had sex one time. Well, one and a half if you want to include the shower sex after the bed. But you didn’t last long.”

/>   She widened her eyes and gasped. “It was hot as fuck, humid, and you’d already fucked me senseless. What did you expect?”

  “Hell, if it was up to me, we’d still be fucking,” I said as I stood.

  I pulled my wallet from my pocket and threw thirty bucks on the table. As I glanced across the table, she stood from her seat and stretched.

  “You might want to do the splits a couple times before we saddle up. Where we’re headed it might come in handy,” I said as I walked past her and toward the door.

  “Where are we headed?” she asked excitedly as she ran to my side.

  I pulled the door open and held it for her to pass through. “You’ll find out soon enough. But if we get caught, I can tell you this, we’ll both probably go to jail.”

  Standing in the open doorway, her eyes widened. I grinned and walked past her, knowing our perceptions of events would never quite match. Satisfying her, however, was strangely on my list of priorities.

  As I stepped over the bike and lowered myself into the seat, I glanced toward the entrance. Still standing at the door with her mouth open, she stared back at me.

  “Saddle up, we’ve got some fucking to do,” I hollered.

  As she slowly walked toward the bike, I figured she was attempting to dream up all of the possibilities of what might be next. She was without a doubt an intelligent girl, but she would never figure out what I had planned.

  Not in a million years.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  AVERY

  Be careful what you wish for. I’ve heard it. I’ve preached it. I had a sinking suspicion just to prove a point Axton would attempt to make me regret ever telling him I wanted rough and adventurous sex. Axton wasn’t much of a practical joker or a prankster of any sort. He was all business. As I was wondering exactly what I signed on for, he pulled his bike along a side street in Winfield and parked it alongside the curb.