by April Lust
“I’m more than okay with it,” she finally answered him as soon as breath returned to her lungs. She rubbed soothingly down his back before surprising him by slapping him on the ass, hard enough that it probably left a red mark in her wake. She squeezed his thick muscular flesh with both hands, urging him closer, deeper into her body. “I fucking need it, baby.”
“Yeah?” Pax said, outright torturing her with the teasing at this point. “Is that right? You need my fucking cock to survive, isn’t that right, baby?” He bit down on her chin, sucking lightly before letting go and moving down to the hollow of her throat, biting at the skin before licking around in hot circles that urged Jessica to start rotating her hips against his.
“I fucking need it. Goddammit, give it to me now,” she said, thrusting her hips up against him so that her cunt brushed up against his stomach. He must have felt how wet she was because he laughed in disbelief and shook his head, smiling broadly before he leaned down again to kiss her deeply.
“Yeah, I’ll give it to you, baby,” Pax said hotly against her ear before he shifted his weight on top of her, reaching down to grab his cock and line it up against her hole. Before he pushed in, Jessica became suddenly aware that there wasn’t a condom separating them again. She had enough time to stop him, to insist that he wear one if he was going to fuck her, but she realized, in an oddly peaceful way, that she didn’t want him to. She wanted to feel his bare cock inside of her again. She wanted to feel him shatter and come apart.
Pax shoved inside, sticking half of his cock deep into her cunt on the first go. Jessica cried out loudly and dug her nails hard into his lower back, dragging up and down as she attempted to become accustomed to the thick heaviness inside of her, pressing up against her walls. “Ugh, yes, spread me open,” she said, squeezing her thigh muscles around Pax’s legs. “Do it to me, baby.”
He pulled out a little, keeping the head of his dick lodged inside of Jessica’s cunt, before shoving back in, going deeper than before. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” Pax whispered, growling and bending his head down to bite at her neck, making Jessica feel like she was his prey, rightfully belonging to him, open for anything he had in mind.
Jessica laughed joyously and moved her head to give him more space to work with on her neck, rubbing furiously at his back and roaming down to his ass to feel the hard muscles under his skin. She knew just by touching him that he could totally wreck her if he wanted to. He could absolutely destroy her pussy, and she wouldn’t even be mad about it. But still, he was holding back, going slower than she would have expected, getting her used to the feeling of his huge cock inside of her.
Pax repeated the thrusts a few more times, shoving in and out until most of his cock was inside of Jessica’s small hole and relatively comfortable. Her walls were thrumming with some kind of energy, all of her spots humming with pleasure inside of her as he moved back and forth, back and forth, creating delicious friction that had her throwing her head back and sighing happily. Even if she didn’t come today, she’d be content with this, having him rub up inside of her with so much skill.
Jessica encouraged Pax to kiss her again, as deep as he could while still maintaining the momentum of his hips, pushing in and out of her with more and more speed every few thrusts or so. The warmth inside of her was so wonderful, so comforting. Jessica felt a little bit like she was being rocked to sleep, except there was no way she was going to pass out anytime soon, not with Pax beginning to grunt and moan a little before her, his eyes sliding shut a few seconds before he spoke again.
“You let me fuck you raw, huh? That’s the type of girl you are?” Pax grunted into Jessica’s ear, his teeth coming out to scrape against the sensitive spot right behind her ear, causing her to shiver and hold on to him more tightly.
“Yes,” she whispered to answer his question. “Yes, that’s the kind of girl I am. Is it bad?”
“No,” Pax said firmly, kissing her softly before pulling off to bite at her neck in between the rest of his words. “You’re such a good girl. My good girl.”
Before Jessica could come up with an answer, Pax began fucking her furiously, shoving his whole length into her, slamming their hips together harshly as he fucked as deep as he could go at this angle, crashing into her special spot over and over and over again until she was wailing, wrapping herself around Pax so tightly that she didn’t even notice at first when he flipped them over so that she was on top.
“Ugh, fuck,” she said as Pax’s cock slipped in a little deeper, hitting her back walls. “Fuck, that’s fucking good, unnngh.” She experimentally moved her hips a little bit, rocking back and forth to make Pax’s dick brush up against new spots inside of her, sensitive areas she’d never noticed before.
“Yeah, that’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl,” Pax grunted, dragging his hands up from her hips to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them firmly before he reached up and wrapped his hands around her shoulders. “Tell me how much you fucking like it.”
“I like it so, oh, so much,” Jessica groaned, rolling her hips in long, drawn-out circles, clenching around his thick cock as hard as she could. “Fuck, so much!”
“Tell me how much you fucking love it,” Pax said, jerking his hips upward to maximize the deep penetration, meeting Jessica’s thrusts with equal force.
“I love it! I love it so fucking much, goddammit!” Jessica cried out, rocking down harder onto Pax’s cock. “You’re so big, ugh! So fucking…”
“Can you take it? Can you take all of it, huh?” Pax asked, grabbing onto Jessica’s hips to move her up and down more quickly.
“Yes!” Jessica shouted in response. “Yes, I can fucking take it! Ugh! Oh, yes! Yes, fuck me, yes!”
“Yeah, that’s my girl. That’s my dirty fucking bitch,” Pax said, tightening his grip around her hips before reaching around to slap at her ass, encouraging her to go faster and harder.
Jessica slapped her hands down on Pax’s chest, squeezing his pecs before using his body to brace herself as she began to bounce down as hard as she could, squeezing her muscles around him as much as possible. “Yeah, I’m your dirty fucking bitch,” she said, her words dissolving into a string of incoherent moans. “Unnngh, fuuuck, ugnnh.”
Pax shook her up and down more rapidly, making the whole world into a blur. Jessica shut her eyes and focused only on the thickness inside of her, the way her body yielded to his, the way every single inch of her cunt was singing in joy as he fucked into her roughly.
“I’m going to fucking come,” Pax warned beneath her, slapping the side of her body to get her to keep up the hard, rough pace she’d set with her hips. “I’m going to come right in your tight, wet little cunt.”
“Do it!” Jessica cried out, rocking her hips back and forth harder, using one hand to reach down and play with her own clit while his cock shoved up more and more forcefully inside of her. “Do it to me, please, ugh, mark me, mark me, baby, do it!”
Pax slammed her hips down harder than ever, leaving big red marks with his fingers as he clutched onto her, lifting her and slamming her down over and over and over again, until Jessica’s cunt contracted of its own volition, her clit throbbing with sensation, heat pouring out of all of her cells until—
His cock thrusted deep into her—one, two, three more times before going still as the head of his dick pulsed, come shooting out of his cock, hitting her inner walls. Jessica cried out at the sudden heat inside of her, rolling her hips around in circles as her orgasm thundered over her head, her entire body stiffening for one long intense moment before she collapsed on Pax’s chest.
Pax’s cock wetly slipped out of her, nestling against her inner thigh while Jessica shifted her weight on top of Pax, breathing hard into his neck. “Jesus fucking Christ,” she whispered, more to herself than to anyone else. Her whole body was humming with the leftover energy of their fuck session, her fingers and toes trembling even as she held onto Pax.
After a few long moments of pure, unbroken sile
nce, Pax’s hand came up to bury itself in Jessica’s hair, rubbing her scalp soothingly while his other hand massaged her already utterly relaxed back, smoothing over whatever tension might be hiding still in her body.
“Thank you,” she murmured into his neck, kissing the spot where she felt his pulse the strongest. “That was amazing.”
For a long moment, she thought that she wasn’t going to get an answer out of Pax. Maybe he’d even fallen asleep already and just had the superpower of being able to keep rubbing his partner’s hair and back in his sleep. But no, finally he whispered lowly, “You were.”
She didn’t quite know what he meant at first. She was what? Good, bad, just okay, just sort of there? But then it hit her. Amazing. He was saying that she was amazing.
For a beautiful, painfully brief moment, Jessica believed it. She felt so strong, with the reminder of his cock seeping out in between her legs. She felt good and whole. Hell, she even felt a little bit pure, like nothing bad had ever happened to her.
But then out of the darkness emerged Gary’s face, looking down at her with disgust before laughing at her for ever thinking she was strong.
As she felt Pax slip off into sleep underneath her, she made a promise to herself. She wasn’t going to let Gary be right. She wasn’t going to let him win. Not this time.
Chapter Fifteen
Pax
Pax switched his shifts around so that he was always at the bar when Jessica was, so that Gary couldn’t come by and make her feel uncomfortable without having to deal with the consequences. About a week went by with no incidents. Just regular drunks getting too inebriated, here and there, but most of the time it was a peaceful job, if a bit boring.
Unfortunately, it got a lot more interesting a week later.
Pax was standing by the door, checking IDs and making sure nobody was already too drunk to go in and give the Gorge their business, when a guy that he recognized from pictures around Jessica’s apartment appeared. Gary. Pax straightened up in the doorway, stretching up to his full height and squaring his shoulders like he used to do when he was preparing himself to walk into battle.
There were three or four Nightwalkers behind Gary. At least, Pax assumed that was who they were, looking all menacing in tight leather jackets as they approached the Gorge. But Pax wasn’t worried. They were all pretty shrimpy-looking, except Gary. If things turned ugly, Pax could handle it, especially if the other bouncer waiting inside got involved.
Gary finally walked up to the door, holding his ID out for Pax to talk. “Hey, there, haven’t seen you around town. You new here?”
“Yep,” Pax said tersely, not even pretending to check the ID held out in front him. “Listen, guys, I’m afraid we’re at capacity tonight. You should head out, find somewhere else to drink.”
Something flickered over Gary’s face, some mixture of surprise and anger that went away as quickly as it appeared. “Aw, that’s a shame,” Gary said, shrugging sheepishly in the vague direction of his friends. “Well, what do you say we just wait outside here for people to come out? I got to imagine some drunk bitches will stumble out of here soon enough, am I right?”
“It’s bar policy,” Pax said, shaking his head, “to let women in ahead of men. Good for business. You understand.”
Gary clicked his teeth a little impatiently, his eyebrow furrowing up even as he tried to keep the rest of his face calm and placid. “Well, look, I know you must get this a lot, but how much will it take to let me into the club? $10? $20? $50? Come on, name it. I really want to enjoy the atmosphere, you know.”
Pax offered a tight, apologetic smile that must have looked as insincere as it felt. “No, sorry, no can do. Why don’t you try to come back another night, maybe? We’re awfully busy around here, though. Maybe another bar is more your speed.”
Gary maintained eye contact with Pax, his eyes narrowing a little as they stared into each other’s pupils. Out of the corner of Pax’s eye, he could tell that Gary’s hands had balled up into fists, and he felt his body go tense as he anticipated the first blow.
But the next second, Gary seemed to relax, all of the air seeping out of his body like a popped balloon. “Well, hey, actually I’m not really here for the nightlife, to be honest with you. I’d like to talk to the owner, you know, about business opportunities. I’m always looking to partner up with ambitious young entrepreneurs. Why don’t you go on and get him, huh? Just let him know it’s Gary, the guy he spoke with last week.” He smiled broadly, almost looking like an animal about to pounce on its competition.
Pax considered his options for a long moment, staring at Gary before lifting his gaze up to look at the vaguely menacing-looking meatheads that he had lined up behind him, obviously ready for a rumble. Pax had no doubt that if he turned into the building to go get Tom, one of these slimy motherfuckers would be tempted to hit him in the back of his head when he wasn’t looking. Pax just had an intuition about this sort of thing, an ability to see the impulses and thoughts of other people, whether he wanted to or not.
“You can wait outside,” Pax finally said, pointing to the other side of the building. “There, so you don’t get in the way of other people on their way out.”
Gary looked like he was going to resist for a second, opening his mouth to retort to Pax, but then finally he just nodded and gestured for the other Nightwalkers to follow him. Pax supposed that Gary must have calculated his odds, or at the very least decided that the costs of fighting Pax weren’t worth it at this moment in time. As soon as Gary and his pathetic crew went over to the other side of the building, away from the door, Pax reached into his pocket for his phone, quickly texting Tom about the situation.
Within two minutes, Tom came out, looking up at Pax worriedly before gesturing for Gary and the Nightwalkers to head in his direction, a few yards away from the front door of the bar. Pax stepped forward, just in case things got dicey and Tom needed any help.
“What can I do for you tonight, guys?” Tom said, blowing into his fists to warm up his hands, which were otherwise unprotected against the cold outside air.
“Well, I was wondering if you gave any thought to what we discussed last time,” Gary said, rocking back on his heels like he was utterly comfortable, as relaxed as could be talking down to Tom.
“I haven’t,” Tom said, shaking his head and blowing out his breath. He looked as calm as could be expected, really, under the circumstances, but Pax could tell that he was on edge. “I haven’t had to think about it anymore because my answer is the same. It’s not going to change. I don’t need a business partner right now. Sorry.”
“Hmm,” Gary said, clicking his tongue. “That’s really unfortunate.”
“Uh…” Tom said, appearing to lose his composure a little bit at Gary’s strange response.
“It’s just such a shame, Tom,” Gary said, shaking his head as if he felt genuine disappointment. “It’s just so unfortunate because I really thought this place had potential, you know? I really thought it could be something.”
Tom said nothing, staying still as Gary began to pace a little back and forth in front of him.
“See, it’s in a great location. That’s the best part about it. You really snapped up a treasure here, Tommy Boy. It’d be such a shame if something were to happen, you know, to such a fine establishment.”
Tom turned to look back at Pax for a moment, his eyes narrowing with realization, like he only now recognized what a scumbag Gary was, what a threat he posed to the Gorge. “And what are you suggesting is going to happen to the Gorge?” Tom asked, clearly fighting to keep his voice steady as he spoke.
Gary shrugged, smiling a little crookedly as he stared at Tom. “There’s an awful lot of MCs in the tristate area, you know. Lot of competing forces at play here, Tom. You wouldn’t want to get into the crossfire. Believe me.”
“I’m not getting into any crossfire,” Tom said, shaking his head, straightening his shoulders up as he attempted to stand up to Gary. “The Gorge is neutra
l, and it’s going to stay that way, okay? That means it’s an MC-free zone. No clubs are welcome to come here. Including the Nightwalkers.”
“Mm, I see,” Gary said, smirking meanly as he nodded his head, narrowing his eyes at Tom until they were just slits on his face. “You’re an idiot. See, I didn’t know that before. Now that I’m aware of it, I can change tactics. Thank you for helping me see the light, Tom.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tom said, but his voice came out a bit higher and squeakier than he probably intended.
“This town is protected by the Nightwalkers. Has been for decades. We’ve poured our blood, sweat, and tears into the soil here, and that makes this place our home. No other MCs are going to cross into this town, and you’re definitely not smart enough to keep it from happening on your own. If we can’t protect this place, we’ll burn it to the ground. With or without you standing outside with us.” Gary shrugged again, a superficially friendly expression crossing his face as he walked a bit closer to Tom, until barely a foot separated their bodies. “You just think about it a little more, huh? Maybe a week? Maybe two? Think it over. Really consider if you want to keep this place or not. Then let me know. You’ll know where to find me.”