by L. Grubb
He makes speedy work on undoing his pants, pushing them and his boxers to his ankles. He grips my waist and hoists me up. Instinctively, I wrap my bare legs around his trim waist. Finally releasing my mouth for a quick intake of air, I say, “Fuck me, Cobra. I want you to fuck me into next week.” I move my head to bite his lope and lick away the sting.
“FUCK!” he roars before slamming me onto his thick manhood and pushing me into the wall, hard.
I scream out as his dick bumps my cervix.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. So fucking good,” he growls out, pulling out and thrusting back in. Again, my back smashes into the wall behind me. Fucking hell! He goes harder, faster, and I can feel my orgasm building, the intense pleasure making my toes curl and digging my heels into his firm ass.
Thrust after thrust, he pushes all the right buttons, and I come spectacularly, gushing all over our joined groins. My walls clamp around his shaft in a vise-like grip. I see stars behind my closed lids, exploding balls of light from the gratifying release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m coming, baby!” he bellows, following suit, shooting his seed deep inside my pulsing pussy.
My legs are like jelly from being clamped so tight around him. Safe in his strong hold, he carries me to the four poster bed and deposits me gently down before pulling out, I whimper at the loss of him. Combined juices gush out and dribbles down my thighs, coating me and making me sticky.
“That’s fucking hot,” he says, staring between my glistening thighs.
Suddenly, the look of lust turns into blind panic.
“Shit. I never forget to use a condom. Fuck!” he growls, raking his hands through his hair.
“I’m on the pill, Cobra,” I tell him. “And I’m safe. I’ve only been with two other men before and that was back in college.” I plaster a lazy smile on my face when his body finally relaxes.
“I’m clean too. I’ve never had sex without a condom. This is the first time.” His panic ridden eyes turn to smoldering lust. Oh boy, I guess it’s time for round two.
Chapter 13
Cobra
I open my eyes to the sun streaming through the window. Motherfuck, I forgot to shut the damn blinds. My head’s pounding, feeling like a jackhammer beating me continuously against the sides of head. I throw an arm across my face, shielding my eyes from the intense sunlight. I groan and curse under my breath.
“Morning,” a sleepy voice murmurs into my chest.
“Morning, beautiful,” I say.
She leans up on her elbow to peer down on me. “Head hurting?” I can hear the humor in her voice.
“Like you wouldn’t believe, princess.” My mouth is as dry as Gandy’s flip flop. Fucking gross.
“Serves you right,” she chuckles lightly.
“Yeah, laugh it up, darlin.’ I’ll remember this when you get hammered and wake with a sore head.” I smile at her and peek under my arm at her just fucked hair and her golden eyes twinkling with mischief, mouth curved up in a sly smirk. Uh oh, what’s she planning?
“What you up to?” I cock my right elbow at her.
“Nothing.” She’s a terrible liar. “Only, I have the urge to shove your shaft in my mouth. I have the sudden desire to feel it hitting the back of my throat.”
Fuck. Me. Sideaways. I don’t think my dick’s been so hard before, I feel like shooting my load everywhere like some horny teenager. I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath to control myself.
“I’m not stopping you and your filthy mouth.” Where her sudden bravado to talk so dirty came from, I have no clue, but I fucking love it.
I put my arms behind my head in a relaxed pose, showing her she has the control to do whatever the fuck she wants.
A featherlike touch trails down my pecks to abs, her mouth following suit. I smile in appreciation.
Her small hand reaches it’s destination and takes a firm grip, pumping my dick in slow, agonizing strokes.
A hiss escapes between my teeth and a low growl reverberates through my chest. Just as I’m about to say ‘fuck it’ and take control, her warm, wet mouth wraps around my head, her tongue licking the slit, torturing me slowly. Fuck, I just want to grab her raven colored hair and thrust right in, but I restrain myself. Barely. I grit my teeth and let the pleasure override my body.
She removes her hand from my shaft and begins massaging my balls, rolling them around in her hand. I moan shamelessly. Losing control, I grab her hair and start fucking her face. “Fuck, yes!” Her gagging sounds are hot as fuck. I don’t relent and fuck her mouth with authority and passion.
“I’m gonna come, baby.” She sucks harder. Fuuuuuucking heaven! “ALEXIS!” I call out as I spill my hot come straight down the back on her throat, she swallows and my eyes flutter closed at the feeling. Amazing. This girl is just fucking mind blowing. I pull out of her delectable mouth, and she licks me clean before wiping an arm across her mouth.
“Hmmm, salty.” She winks. Getting up from the bed, she sways her hips toward the bathroom, giving me a sultry look over her left shoulder. “I wish I had a camera. Your expression is priceless.” She laughs, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.
She’s going to be the end of me.
Alexis
I lean my back against the cool bathroom door and breath out a shuddering breath. That was unmistakably the most hottest damn thing I have ever done. I’ve always been the shy type when it comes to sex, a prude some would say, unadventurous the college boys would have said. I don’t know where the bout of confidence came from, but I am so glad it did. I walk on wobbly legs to the shower and turn it on to as hot as it would go. As I wait for the water to heat up, I glance at my reflection in the mirror; just fucked hair, sparkling eyes, flushed cheeks and a bright smile. I must look horrifying to others, but to me, I look happier then I have done in a long time.
Stepping into the hot shower, I moan in gratification for the steaming water crashing down on my aching muscles. I roll my head from side to side, feelings my muscles relaxing. That’s better. I lather some shower cream onto my hand, the essence rising through the steam. Mmm….Smells just like Cobra. I begin a slow rub of my upper body, washing with care around my nipples, they harden under my gentle touch. Rubbing across my abdomen and down my sides, over my mound and between my thighs where an ache begins to build.
“You know, I could help you with that, princess.”
I jump and hold onto the rail on to the wall to stop from landing on my ass. “Jesus, Cobra, you scared the ever loving shit out of me.” I pant at him, a hand clutched to my chest from the fright.
“Sorry, babe. But I couldn’t stand here and not say anything. That shit was hot.” He crosses his arms over his chest and spreads his legs slightly, looking all dominant and dangerous. As naked as the day he was born.
“You said you would come and help? So why are you still standing there with a shit eating grin on your smug as fuck face, and come help me the hell out.” I smirk at him and flutter my lashes a couple of times. It does the trick.
Cobra climbs in behind me pushing my front against the cold tiled walls. I let out a shriek as my breasts come into contact with the coldness. His arm is across my shoulder blades, holding me firmly in place.
“Don’t move, sweetheart,” he whispers in a husky, sensual voice, licking a trail down from my ear to the back of neck. I moan as pleasure reverberates through my body, tingling my nerve endings. Goose bumps rise along my skin with his silky touch.
BANG. “Cobra, man, we have to head out!” BANG.
“Fuck it. Sorry, babe,” he says in a strained voice. He moves away quickly and has a quick wash, stepping out shower and racing to dry himself. He drops the towel before heading into the bedroom to get dressed.
“Like what you see, darlin’?”
I have to chuckle. He knows me too well already. “Maybe,” I call back, stifling my giggling behind my hand. I turn back to my shower and wash my hair. Feels so darn good.
B
efore I know it, my shower’s over, the water starting to run cold. I turn it off and hop out, grabbing a fluffy, blue towel off the shelf by the sink. Drying myself in the steamy bathroom, I realize I have more clean clothes here, but bypass those in search of something of Cobra’s. I go into the bedroom and open the closet, grabbing one of Cobra’s shirts from a hanger. I pull it over my head and it ripples down my body, landing just above my knees. He has to have sweats somewhere, the guy has to work out, right? I hunt through his dresser drawers on a mission before I head out to find Lauren. Ah ha! Bingo. Gray sweats with a drawstring. Perfecto. I drag my legs through them and pull them up, tugging the little strings to tighten them. They’re a little on the baggy side, but who am I to complain? I towel dry my hair and shove it up in a messy bun.
Heading out to the main room, I hear Lauren before I can see her. What the hell? I round the corner from the hallway, and see her pointing her finger into Champ’s chest.
“Lauren?” I say before approaching her very angry form.
“What?” she replies, leveling me with an evil glare.
What the fuck have I done? “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, this bastard is a heartless son of a bitch.” Her red face starts going purple so I walk over to drag her away from a shocked looking Champ. “I’m not finished with you yet, mister!” she shouts as I pull her away. I take her out into the yard where it’s quiet.
“What the actual fuck, Lauren? You do not speak to these kind of men like that. Are you insane?” I knock on her head.
“I don’t give a flying horses ass who he is or what he is. He’s a pain in my ass and a cold hearted dick.” She hangs her head and takes some controlling breaths before looking me in the eye.
“He slept with a club whore last night while I was comforting you. I’m not his Old Lady, but still. If you’re fucking someone you’re keeping safe…It’s just logical.”
“I’m sorry Lauren, if it wasn’t for me, he wouldn’t have done that.”
“No, don’t you blame yourself. It’s him and his horny dumbass ways. I made a mistake, I can live with that.” She shrugs her shoulder nonchalantly.
“Just cool off for a bit. Try and keep the peace, we’re going to be here for God knows how long, and we don’t want tension in the air when this is their place, not ours,” I try to say soothingly.
“When do you think we can go?” she asks, holding her head in her hands.
“I don’t know, sweety. I’ll ask Cobra when they get back from…well, wherever they have gone.” I give a slight smile. “Hey, know what will cheer us up? A game of pool. What do you say”
“Sure, not like there’s much else to do around here.” She gets up from the bench we had perched ourselves on and starts making our way back inside. We bypass Champ, who’s looking rather somber, if I must say so myself, and head to the back room where we were last night.
Cobra
All I wanted to do this morning was to take Alexis in the shower from behind, show her who’s really wearing the trousers in this relationship, but being pulled away from her for club business has irritated the fuck out of me. We ride down some back streets toward a warehouse we know on the outside of town where, apparently, some Hell Riders’ are keeping girls to sell for slavery. Disgusting. Fucking assholes. Makes me sick to think that people get away with taking girls to sell, that’s not how you treat a woman. Our plan is to get them the fuck out of there before they get hurt, if they aren’t already hurt that is.
As we come up to the edge of the a dense, forest-like area, we look out for the little dirt road that Chip told us about. How he got this information is beyond me. We park our bikes off to the side of the ride, under the cover of thick oak trees, so they won’t be spotted. We jump off, remove out helmets and get situated into a crouched circle to hatch a plan. There is thirteen of us, a few prospects included, hopefully that will work in our favor.
“Okay, boys. We trek quietly down this road for about a mile, we’ll see a large, tin warehouse at the end where the girls are being kept. We make sure all doors are covered and bust in together on the count of three on my radio. Make sure you have your radios down low because, for fuck sake, we don’t want to blow our cover before we even have a chance at getting in there. We go in guns blazing. No one but the girls survive. Hear me?” Prez whispers, looking into each of our eyes ‘til we give a tight nod.
“Good. Let’s go.” He stands, and we follow suit, making our way quietly down the edge of the dirt road. The cover of the trees make the road dark, even in the morning light, which works to our advantage. The Prez is using a small flashlight to light the way while we keep a hand on the back of the ones in front. We go slow and precise, not making a sound.
Finally, we see the tiny warehouse come into view. It’s not too big like Chip told us. Medium height, made of tin, no windows and a steel door at the front with a man standing guard, AK-47 in hand.
“I’ll rush the one in front, slit his throat before he can make a sound. Flipper, I want you to walk around the perimeter to the left and see if there are side doors. Chip, I want you going around the other side. If there are no side doors, make your way to the back. Kill anyone you see. Understand?” Prez whispers.
“Yes, Prez,” they quietly say back.
“Me and Cobra will head in the front first, everyone else rush in behind us. Look for the girls. We’ll take care of the men.”
We crouch down in the dirt while the Prez moves stealthily and with precision toward the guy at the front door. Once the dude has turned away and walking in the opposite direction of where Prez is coming from, Prez lunges and plunges a knife into his throat before he has a chance to make a noise to alert any others. Prez catches him before he slams to the floor and drags him backwards into the trees to hide him.
With a quick movement of his hand, we all move, heading to our designated areas. I approach the Prez. “Didn’t know you still had that in you, old man.” I chuckle.
“Watch it, son,” he says this, but I can see the slight curve of his lips. We stand either side of the steel door, giving the others a chance to get into position.
“Ready. No side doors, just a back one,” we hear over the radio. Prez nods to me.
“Three…Two….One…GO!”
I kick the door with so much force it comes off it’s hinges, falling with a bang to the floor. I’m guessing rusty hinges, considering it’s a steel door. I can hear the screams of the girls around the room.
“What the..” a guy just to my right says, I punch him in the nose, and he stumbles back. Pointing my gun between his eyes, I say in a menacing tone, “Say bye, motherfucker!” BANG. The shot rings clear in my ears, and the bastard falls with a hard thud on his back, blood pooling around his head in crimson sheets.
I quickly assess the room; not much, crates are packed neatly in the corner to my right, dusty floor and a moldy smelling air floats around the room. A few guys come out of a room to the side, I shoot, no need to aim to know I’m going to hit them. This is fun. It’s what I live for. I see our guys moving toward the sounds of the girls’ high pitched screaming in front of us at the back of the room, and we head to our left, coming up to a door that’s slightly ajar. I nudge it open with my foot and peer in, gun pointed in front of me.
“Hello, boys,” a deep voice sneers from behind a large polished desk.
“Rumble.” I leer at him from the doorway, gun pointing at his balding head.
“What brings you here so early in the morning?” He looks between me and the Prez, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Rescuing the girls from the clutches of your club, why else?” I say. I keep my hands steady while Prez stands in a fight pose.
“They’re my girls. They won’t be going anywhere because you won’t be getting out alive. My guys will see to that.”
“I think you’ll find most of your guys will have bullets in their heads by the time we’re done with you, some of them already have.”
Sayin
g that, we hear a gun firing. Rumble’s face turns beet red in anger as he glances between us and the door. He stands abruptly, chair crashing to the floor behind him.
“I will have to kill you myself.” He goes to draw a weapon from the desk draw, but before he has the butt of the gun in hand, I fire two rapid shots. Both landing at their mark.
Rumble’s head smashes to the table as his body goes down.
“At least one of their higher-ups have been eliminated.” Prez chuckles. “Stupid dumb shit that he was.”
He spits over the body and walks calmly out the door. I follow and notice the girls running through the warehouse and out the main door.
“All the men that were here are dead, Prez,” Flipper states with a smug smile upon his face.
“Good work. Now burn the place to the ground, leave no evidence. You hear?” Prez makes his way to the doorway and heads outside, me and Flipper following close behind.
“How are the girls getting out of here?” I ask.
“I’ve already texted Champ to bring the minivan down here. He should be here any minute now.”
After saying this, we hear the chugging of the van coming down the dirt road, getting louder and louder.
“I guess he’s here.” I laugh.
I walk over to our men who are looking after the girls. They were crying and huddled together, shaking in the morning chill.
“Are you girls okay?” I ask them in a soothing voice.
“We will be. Are we safe with you?” one of the girl pipes up, head held high in fake confidence, asks.
“If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be alive. We would never intentionally hurt a woman. Scouts honor,” I say, hand on my heart.
“Okay,” she says, arms around her middle either to fight off the chill or to protect herself. Either way, it pains me to see her so vulnerable.
“Men! Can we give these girls our shirts, it’s freezing out here and they’re naked,” I shout to the guys. Everyone jumps in, swiftly taking off their shirts and wrapping them around the seven girls we rescued.