HOT as F*CK

by Scott Hildreth

  He turned his head and gazed up into my eyes. After lifting his hands in the air, he reached for me as he spread his fingers wide. Naturally, I reached for his hands and interlocked my fingers in his.

  “I will. And you’re going with me when I do. We’ll ride up there as soon as I can stand the pain,” he responded. “Okay?”

  I nodded my head. “Okay.”

  The thought of meeting his parents was terrifying and exciting both. I realized part of why he may want me to accompany him was for comfort and probably to keep his parents from being too harsh regarding his extended absence. No matter what his reasoning was, it excited me to meet them, and to make another step in the direction of being in a permanent relationship with him. As he pulled me down on top of him, I realized just how much I enjoyed simply being in his company.

  “I uhhm. I really like you,” I said as I landed against his chest.

  I really like you?

  Seriously, Sydney?

  Did you just say that? Out loud?

  I sounded like a complete juvenile. For a grown woman to tell a grown man she really liked him was probably one of the most meaningless and utterly ridiculous statements that could have been conjured up. Before I could give any explanation for my childish behavior, he wrapped his arms around me, pressed his cheek against mine, and rested his mouth against my ear.

  “I passed that stage a long fucking time ago,” he whispered into my ear.

  I exhaled and relaxed into his arms. Exhausted from spending the day in the sun, and completely relaxed by the comfort he provided me, I quickly fell into a state of bliss as he continued to breathe into my ear and hold me against him.

  I closed my eyes and thought of where I’d came from, what I had accomplished, and just where I may be going. I wondered if he might be doing the same, and if so, what he felt the future may hold for us.

  And slowly, I fell asleep in the arms of the man I was deeply in love with, but obviously too afraid to tell.

  Chapter Seventy-One

  SYDNEY

  I pulled my mouth from his cock, licked the tip, and continued to stroke it with my right hand. I reached down with my left hand and slid my middle finger along my pussy and held it in the air for him to see. Although I needed no confirmation, my glistening finger provided it. I was completely soaked. As my heart began to race even more, I shifted my gaze from my finger up and into his eyes.

  “You make me so wet. Just stand there. Don’t move,” I said as I stood from my knees.

  He stood with his back to the wall, and gripped his rigid cock in his hand.

  “You might have to bend your knees a little, but I’ll do all the work,” I said eagerly as I bent over in front of him and rested my hands on my thighs.

  As I attempted to back up into the tip of his cock, his hands gripped my hips and guided me in for a perfect landing. Although I knew the thirty minutes of kissing, a half-assed blowjob, and my wandering mind had me beyond ready from a lubrication standpoint, the size of his massive cock and the fact my pussy was absolutely tiny left me wondering just what complications we might encounter from a physical standpoint. No matter what they may be, I was willing to try and work through them. I eagerly reached between my legs and guided the tip of his cock against my dripping pussy lips. As the tip began to penetrate me, I opened my mouth and groaned.

  “Oh God. Take…it…slow,” I gasped.

  Without responding, he slowly slid his cock from inside me. What little relief I felt was immediately followed by disappointment. I wanted it back inside me. Before I had a chance to release my lower lip and speak, he slowly began to slide it in. I bit into my lip a little more and rolled my eyes back so far it hurt.

  Although every woman who enjoys sex wishes for her man to be well endowed, we all have our limits. Although no one in their right mind wants a man with a dick the size of a Vienna sausage, one the size of a baseball bat is even more useless. The best, I suppose, would be to have a man with the largest possible cock that would eventually fit, and slowly work it into place.

  Cambio’s cock was the size of my wrist, and without a doubt, had a few inches that would never see any action inside of me, regardless of our efforts. As I rocked back and forth on my heels, slowly working my ass closer and closer to his hips, he began to moan. I continued to bite my lip, breathe through my nose, and refused to forfeit the fight.

  “Holy fuck you’re tight,” he groaned.

  I might have a tight pussy, but unless he was fucking a Hippopotamus, his cock would completely fill any pussy he attempted to shove it into. As I finally found a rhythm that seemed to work, I felt myself relax slightly. Things were beginning to come together. I released my lower lip, continued to buck my hips back and forth, and spoke my mind.

  “Your…cock’s…huge,” I said between my choppy breaths.

  “It feels like…I’m being fist-fucked…by a midget,” I groaned.

  “Okay, I didn’t need to hear that,” he said.

  “Just…take it…slow,” he said.

  I sighed. “I’m good now.”

  As I continued to work my hips back forth, his cock began to slide in and out without much discomfort. In fact, it felt incredible. After about the third full stroke, I relaxed with him fully inside of me and had an orgasm beyond compare. By anyone’s account, I had lasted roughly as long full of his throbbing shaft as he did when I sucked his cock. For that reason, and that reason alone, I felt no need to advertise what I had done. After relishing in the feeling of having a much needed orgasm and regaining my sexual composure, I began to rock back and forth on my heels. Although this method seemed much less sensual, and a little more boring, it suited me; at least for now.

  After a few quiet moments of slowly rocking back and forth, I felt proud I had lasted for a length of time without having another orgasm. With my mind fixed in the feeling, and my body becoming accustomed to the feeling, his cock, and the entire sexual situation, I felt as if I might last long enough to make him reach climax. Still bent over and teetering on the balls of my feet, I opened my eyes and exhaled.

  A hand slapped against my thigh, slid upward, and gripped my hip.

  A hand gripped my other hip.

  Oh shit…

  He slowly pulled me backward, until my ass pressed against his hips.

  “Fuck this shit, I’m done dicking around,” he said.

  “Okay…” I squeaked.

  Sorry, I thought I was doing pretty good.

  He forced himself in and out of me, but not without using some caution. I bit my lip again. The momentum of his thrusts increased with each stroke. I braced my hands firmly against my knees as my eyes bulged and my lower lip became my own personal chew toy. His cock began to hit spots inside of me I had no idea even existed.

  Good spots.

  My legs began to shake. My knees felt like rubber. One of his hands began to fondle my right boob. His fingers found their way to my nipple. Twisting it in between his forefinger and thumb, a tingling sensation shot between my nipple and hyper sensitive clit. I felt his cock began to swell inside me.

  Oh dear God, that feels unbelievable.

  As his swollen cock continued to slide in and out of my sopping wet pussy, the sound of our flesh on flesh began to resonate through the room. To me, there was nothing sexier sounding than skin slapping skin. I felt my pussy begin to contract into an orgasm. As he must have sensed my point of climactic bliss, he held his cock in place as I exploded into a thousand little pieces of what the fuck just happened.

  My body shaking and my pussy convulsing, the orgasm lasted for an eternity. His cock somehow swelled a little more. Shocked that I could actually feel it, my eyes widened and I began to shake. My hands slipped from my knees and onto the floor.

  As I felt his cock pulse inside of me, filling me with his warm cum, one last surge of climactic heaven filled my soul.

  “Oh my God, that….was…incredible,” I said as I attempted to stand on shaky legs.

  “That was
far more than incredible. Holy shit,” he gasped.

  “What?” I grinned.

  “Nothing…” he said.

  I did my best to turn and look over my shoulder. His face was covered with a smile. A smile I had yet to see. A smile that not only covered his face, but one that exuded even from his eyes. He raised his hands to his face and pressed his palms into his cheeks.

  “No, what?” I asked.

  His breathing still slightly labored, he exhaled a breath. Along with it came his thoughts. “I just really like you.”

  I shifted my gaze to the floor and stared down at the carpet as I felt his cock begin to become flaccid inside of me.

  “I passed that stage a long fucking time ago…” I said flatly.

  As I chuckled to myself for my quick witted nature in quoting what he had said earlier, I realized I had truly reached the point of no return.

  I reached between my legs with my right hand as I pulled myself away from him. As I cupped my hand against my pussy, holding the proof of his satisfaction inside of me, I turned to face the man I loved. With still shaking legs, I looked up and smiled.

  He released his cheeks, placed his hands against my face, and bent at his waist. After a long, sensual, much needed kiss, our lips parted. He gazed into my eyes and blinked. He pulled my face to his, kissing me again passionately. My head began to spin and my mind reeled as the tension inside of me built. Again, our lips parted.

  He gazed into my eyes for a long moment.

  “What?’ I breathed.

  He pulled my face to his and again kissed me passionately. Lost in the kiss, I began to feel as if I had been lifted from my feet and was floating in the space before him. I had never been kissed the way he kissed me. I had never felt the feelings I was feeling. This, to me, was completely and utterly new. As our lips parted, I fought for my next breath. I gazed into his eyes.

  He narrowed his gaze as his mouth curled into a smile. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Sydney.”

  Falling in love?

  I passed that stage a long fucking time ago.

  Chapter Seventy-Two

  TOAD

  “I can’t let you go back without me. You know, I had an idea of what I wanted to happen this weekend, but I had no clue where your mind was for sure. I told you I wanted to take you on a date, and I told you how I felt the last time you were here, but I didn’t know how you felt about everything,” I paused and rolled my shoulders.

  I raised my eyebrows. “I can barely feel it.”

  She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “The pain’s going to kill you, it’s a ten-hour ride.”

  “Listen, I’ve been in a lot of pain before. I can handle it,” I assured her.

  She shrugged her shoulders and widened her eyes. “What’s Otis going to say?”

  I walked past her and gripped the door handle in my hand. After turning around and grinning, I opened the door to the bedroom and stuck my head out of the opening. Otis sat on the love seat watching television.

  “Hey O, I was thinking about riding home with you. Having Sydney follow us in the chase vehicle,” I shouted over the sound of the television.

  He glanced over his shoulder, turned back toward the television, and responded. “Have to buy some jeans, I’m not rolling with ya if you’re wearing those sweats.”

  “So you’re alright with me riding?” I asked as I opened the door a little further.

  Sydney stuck her head under my armpit and into the opening.

  “What about his shoulder, Otis? Yesterday it was killing him, today he wants to ride home,” she hollered.

  Otis glanced over his shoulder, turned to the television, glanced over his shoulder again, and glanced at the T.V. He pointed the remote at the television and turned it off. After standing and turning to face us, he raised his right hand to his chin and gazed up at the ceiling.

  “Well, let’s see…What’s happened since yesterday? Let me see…” He released his chin and cocked his head slightly to the side.

  “You two have been fucking in there like a couple of rabbits. My guess is he likes fucking you, and doesn’t want to stop. Be kind of tough to fuck you if he’s here and you’re there. He’s a big boy, Syd. And I’ll give you a little advice…” He paused, smiled, and lowered his hands to his waist. “Don’t get between a Sinner and his desire to ride, you’ll never make it if you do…”

  He shifted his gaze toward me. “You wanting to ride that sled of yours, Toad?”

  I nodded my head sharply. “Planning on riding it home, O.”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, there you have it, Syd. Man said he’s gonna ride that sled home.”

  Sydney pulled her head from beneath my armpit and stepped back into the bedroom.

  “Good lookin’ out, O,” I said.

  Otis smiled, pointed the remote toward the television, and sat back down on the love seat. I pulled the door closed and turned to face Sydney, wondering what she’d have to say now. I didn’t have to wait long for her response.

  “Well, looks like we need to get you some jeans,” she said.

  “Well, let me lace up my boots, and we’ll run and get some,” I said as I looked around the room for my boots.

  “Never been much for riding in a cage; well, unless I had to. I’m sure not looking to have anyone see me riding my bike in sweats, either. Guess we’ll take your car?” I asked as I pulled my boots on.

  “Sure. You’ll be styling with those grey sweats and those boots,” she said.

  I looked down at the contrast of the light grey sweats A-Train bought me against my boots. I looked like an idiot. At least in Austin no one knew me, and I could make it to the store, buy a pair of jeans, and get home without someone seeing me. Wearing sweats, not riding my bike, riding in a cage, and being with a woman buying clothes were all things that were completely different than what I was accustomed to. Strangely, I was comfortable doing it with Sydney. After scanning the room for my cut, and realizing it was in the shop, I exhaled a sigh of almost relief. If a local Sinner saw another Sinner dressed like I was, and wearing a cut, photos would be all over the website.

  “Guess I’m ready,” I said.

  “You’re going to be okay in a cage?” she asked with a sarcastic tone.

  “I’ll be fine,” I said.

  “Going out for jeans,” I said as we walked out into the living room.

  Otis sat with his eyes glued to the television. As we walked past, I took a second glance toward the T.V. The unmistakable face of Bruce Jenner stared back at me as he stood in the garage arguing with his wife. I shook my head in disbelief. Otis was watching the Kardashian Marathon.

  “Is he watching Keeping up with the Kardashians?” Sydney asked as we walked by.

  “He sure as fuck is,” Otis responded over his shoulder.

  I glanced down at my sweats and eventually focused on my boots. I turned toward Sydney, shrugged my shoulders, and grinned; two of the most solid Sinners to ever don the cut, one watching the Kardashians, and one wearing sweats and riding in a cage.

  If the real world ever knew…

  Chapter Seventy-Three

  TOAD

  Leaving Austin proved to be far more difficult than I ever imagined. The hospitality of the people I had met, the honest unfiltered opinions of Ripp, and walking away from a fellow 2/7 Marine made riding home an emotional journey. The pain in my shoulder throughout the entire trip settled into a dull thud after the first hundred miles, and surprisingly never got much worse. Pain, according to Marines, was the weakness leaving my body. With each hundred miles traveled, I felt stronger. When we finally reached Wichita, I felt relieved, relaxed, and as if I had made a journey not only back home, but to an entirely different place and stage in my life.

  A stage I was eager to enter.

  Now headed to an emergency call of the Executive Committee, I felt a little nervous about my return, what happened to me, and seeing the Committee. As I rounded the corner of the street toward the clu
bhouse, it was apparent not only was this a meeting of the Committee, but the entire chapter.

  And it looked like I was the last one to show up.

  Oh fuck.

  I glanced down at my watch as I turned into the parking lot. The 5:50 p.m. time confirmed I should be ten minutes early. I nervously parked my bike and stepped into the empty garage. The fact the shop was vacant, and everyone was already in the meeting room strengthened my suspicion I had either misunderstood the time of the meeting, or something was wrong with my watch. After walking through the empty shop and opening the door to the room, I was greeted by the entire chapter cheering and clapping their hands.

  “Alright fellas, make a path and make it wide. Let the man in the God damned room without bumping that left shoulder,” Axton growled.

  “Settle the fuck down fellas,” Axton said as he raised his hands into the air. “Good to have you back, Toad.”

  Filled with a strange awkward feeling, I wiped the sweat from my brow and wrapped my arms around Axton, hugged him, and slapped my hand against his back. As I pulled away, I reached out and shook his hand firmly.

  Axton turned toward the cabinet, opened the door, and pulled what I suspected was my cut from the shelf. As he carefully placed it on the table in front of him, he positioned it perfectly with the edge of the table, and when satisfied, held his hands in the air again.

  “Alright fellas, this time I mean it,” he shouted. “I need silence.”

  The entire crowd fell immediately silent. Still somewhat nervous, and uncertain of the need for a welcoming committee such as what he had assembled, I stood a few feet from Axton and nodded at the fellas as I scanned the group.

  “This is something I’ve never had to do, and to be quite fucking honest, I hoped I’d never have to do. There’s no President of a club who ever wishes for this day to come,” Axton began.

  The tone on his voice and the expressed emotion made his state of emotion very apparent. Axton was upset. Slowly, my mind began to work through all of the possibilities. The fact Axton had kept my cut, and his emotional condition could only mean one thing. He was removing me from the Executive Committee and possibly from the club due to his belief of my physical condition. After swallowing heavily, I attempted unsuccessfully to speak. During another attempt to swallow the lump in my throat, Axton continued to speak.