by Sam Crescent
She parked the car, climbed out, and walked toward the main door.
One of the guys she remembered from her shop sat at the bar, rubbing at his head.
“Hey,” she said. “I’m looking for Smokey. Do you know where I can find him?”
The guy looked up. “Oh, it’s you. He’s in his office.” He waved her off.
She followed his direction and without thinking about what was going to happen, she stepped into Smokey’s office.
Ava had expected him to already have a woman screwing him. He sat in his office, hunched over the table, reading.
When the door closed, he looked up. “Ava,” he said.
She held her hand out. After closing the door and locking it, she turned back toward him. “I need you to sit right there. You’re not going to do anything.” She dropped her bag to the floor. “I’m thirty years old. I got married at twenty. I knew Derek since I was eighteen. He was my one and only boyfriend. For a good portion of our marriage, I didn’t realize sex could be had without the light on, or that we could do it any other way than with me on my back.”
She began to remove her jacket. Her hands shook. “Of course, I found out you can do a lot more. I tried to spice things up with Derek. I did. I was bored. I hated sex. I hated the way he got on, did his thing, and then I was left with nothing. We didn’t even cuddle, let alone kiss.”
She got to her shirt and pulled it over her head. “However, when I tried to spice it up, he told me how ugly I was. How loathsome. That he loved me, but he didn’t find me attractive. He couldn’t stand my big tits, jelly legs, slobby stomach, and disgusting hips. He had a lot more inventive, colorful names for my body.” She stripped down until she stood before Smokey in her black lace lingerie.
It was beautiful. The model who’d worn it enhanced the colors, and she’d wanted it. Ordered it that night.
“I … I don’t know what I’m doing. The sex I’m accustomed to is for me to lie down and wait for it to be over. I don’t know what real arousal is unless I’m watching some kind of porn or reading a book.” Tears filled her eyes. “I don’t think I’ve experienced a real orgasm. I think I’ve enjoyed a release, but not an orgasm.”
She pressed her lips together, counted to ten as he still sat there, saying nothing. “I moved here to start over. To not have my ex dominate everything, but here I am, pushing you away because of that. I don’t know if I can be what you need. Not after what I saw last night. This is all I am. If you don’t find me attractive, tell me now.”
Smokey put his pen down and leaned back in his chair. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around.”
She clenched her hands into fists but did as he asked, turning for him to see every single part of her.
This is not embarrassing.
You’re the one who came here and stripped down naked.
She turned full circle and Smokey stood. He rounded his desk and leaned against it. “Take off your underwear.”
Ava flicked the catch at the back of her bra, letting her tits spring free. She dropped it to the floor and stepped out, so inelegantly out of her panties. This wasn’t a striptease.
Now she stood in front of Smokey completely naked.
This had to be the worst idea of her life. There was no way she could justify why she’d done this. Pushing some hair off her face, she waited.
“Your ex was an asshole.” Smokey moved from the desk and stood in front of her. He touched her waist, and she felt on fire from that contact alone. “You’re all woman, Ava, and he wasn’t a man.” He tugged her close. “But I am, and I know exactly what you need.”
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The information he’d gotten on Ava’s husband had given him enough details to know the man was a bastard. A fucking piece of scum of the highest order. What pieces of paper didn’t give him were actual accounts of what the asshole had done to Ava. The abuse she’d taken at her ex’s hands. It sickened him. No, it infuriated him. He wanted to kill the fucker, slowly and painfully. He was good at torturing. In the last few years, he’d become a master at it. Hearing men scream was something he relished.
He pushed all those thoughts aside because he didn’t want to be thinking about them while he had his woman so close to him.
Stroking her cheek, he pushed her hair back. The hold he had on her waist moved down to cup her generous ass. He let the cheek go and slapped it.
“Now do you want to know how a real man treats a woman?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He lifted her in his arms. She let out a squeal. Her arms circled his neck and he chuckled. He didn’t go far. After shoving all the papers he’d been working on to the floor, he dropped her butt down on his desk and spread her legs wide. He stepped between them. “I’m willing to offer you a deal, Ava,” he said.
“What?”
“I’ll show you how it is between a man and woman, and in return, you give yourself to me. Completely. You’re not allowed to be with anyone else. You’re all mine to do with as I please,” he said.
“You won’t hurt me?”
“I have no reason to hurt you, do I?”
She licked her lips and nodded. “I agree.”
He put his hand on her chest, pushing her down on the desk. “Hold on.”
She tried to grab the desk, and he sat down in his chair. He took her feet, placing them on his knees.
Touching her ankles, he traced up her calves, hearing her gasp. The fucker hadn’t even taken the time to touch Ava. She was deprived of so much, but he had no problem with that because he was going to make up for it.
He stroked up to her knee, then down again, taking his time before he went to her knee. This time, he used his mouth, kissing inside her knee and trailing his lips up toward her core.
Smokey slid his hands beneath her ass and dragged her back against him. He pressed his face against her pussy, sliding his tongue through her slit. Ava cried out, arching her back.
She begged and moaned for more as he flicked his tongue across her clit. Back and forth, working her pussy until she shook beneath his hold.
He let go of her ass and took the lips of her pussy in his hands, spreading her wide with one hand, and with the other, he pressed a single finger inside. She was so tight but soaking wet.
In and out, he worked a single digit, then added a second.
She thrust her pelvis up, trying to get him to take more.
He pumped inside her, wanting it to be his cock, but for now, he was going to show her the kind of pleasure that could be had with just his fingers and mouth.
Smokey took her clit into his mouth, sucking on the bud, driving her wild as he finger-fucked her pussy. Her cunt tightened around his fingers, and he turned, pressing against her G-spot, stroking her there, setting a fire that had her wild.
This time, he didn’t stop.
There was so much for Ava to learn, and he was more than happy to be the one to teach her. She’d already given herself to him. He wasn’t going to back out. What he did plan was for Ava to enjoy the pleasure of his cock, repeatedly, multiple times a day.
She came on his tongue. Her release coated his fingers as he worked her pussy. She shook, and she was so wet some of her orgasm spilled onto his desk.
When it seemed she couldn’t take it anymore, she lifted up on his desk and cupped his face, kissing him.
He eased his fingers from her pussy, placing them on her thigh as he stood up. Breaking the kiss, he tilted her head back and pressed his fingers to her mouth. “Open.”
She did so and he slid them into her mouth.
“Taste yourself. You’ve got the most delicious pussy I’ve ever eaten.”
She sucked her cream off his fingers, and he gripped a fistful of her hair, keeping her head at the right angle to kiss her hard. He gave her a kiss she deserved. One that told her she was a fucking sexy piece of ass that deserved to be fucked, to be taken.
She gripped his hips, tugging him close.
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sp; “We have an oral contract, Ava. There’s no backing down. You’re a businesswoman. You know the terms.”
“We didn’t iron out the terms.”
He chuckled. “You, me, sex. It’s an open-ended topic. Nothing is off-limits. The only thing I can’t do is hurt you.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “And I have no intention of doing so.”
“That was … wow,” she said. “You really find me attractive?”
Smokey pressed a thumb to the frown between her brows. “You really need to stop questioning everything I do.” He kissed her lips again. Putting his hands on her thighs, he gave them a squeeze.
“I just … I guess after ten years of being told you don’t measure up, you start to believe it.”
“Now you need to understand he’s the one that didn’t measure up. Not you. Him.”
“I get it. I do.”
He didn’t believe her.
“Don’t look at me like that. I do understand. I knew he was just using me.” She glanced at him. “You know why.”
“Your parents’ inheritance.”
“Wow, you really do have a good PI, don’t you?”
“The very best.”
She smiled. “I had a good lawyer. He saw right through Derek’s games.”
He stroked across her thighs. “Are you still hung up on your ex?”
“No. I wasn’t sad about the divorce. Angry mostly. I’ve wasted so much time.”
“And that asshole was your first?” he asked.
She nodded.
“And he only ever had you on your back, fucking you in the dark.”
She winced. “Do we have to describe the exact details?”
“I only want to know so I can make up for lost time.”
“I certainly wasn’t splayed across a desk completely naked. This is new. He also never brought me to orgasm. Can we please not talk about this? It’s really embarrassing.”
Smokey stood, pressing his face close to hers. “Babe, you saw one of our parties, and that shit was tame. You’ve got a lot to get used to.”
“That was tame?” she asked, pointing behind her.
“You’re adorable.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Anything but that. Kids are adorable. So are puppies.”
“And I can add you to the list of what I find adorable, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find you sexy, hot, and fuckable.” He grabbed her hair, tilting her head back and slamming his lips down on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his, and fuck, he wanted inside her tight little cunt so badly.
A knock at the door interrupted him.
He broke the kiss to yell across the room. “What?”
“We’re needed out at the shack,” Hunter said. “Ugly Beast said it’s urgent.”
“Ugly Beast?” Ava asked.
Smokey shrugged. “You’d understand it if you got to know him. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“I met Raven today,” she said. “She was with a brunette.”
“Sweet woman?” Smokey asked.
She nodded.
“That’s Ugly Beast’s woman. Raven’s club. We’ll protect her, but Abriana is property, just like you.”
“I’m not anyone’s property.”
“You’re mine.” He kissed her. “Sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got business to tend to.”
“No problem.”
She moved off his desk, and when she looked back, she gasped. Her juices had smeared right on the desk. “Holy crap, I’m so sorry.”
Bent over his desk, she reached down to grab some tissues that had fallen. Smokey stood back so he could admire the curves of her ass. He’d be spreading them wide and fucking her puckered anus very soon. His cock was so fucking hard. He hadn’t given himself the pleasure today, but soon, he’d be inside her pussy.
Ava wiped his desk and quickly rushed toward her clothing.
“Before you go, I know the ground rules we set out was nothing was off-limits,” he said.
“Have you changed your mind?”
He’d never seen anyone get changed so fucking fast. Rubbing at his chin, he brought his focus back to her. “No. Look, I know how women get when it comes to sex. This is plain and simple fucking, Ava. I’m not going to marry you. I’m never going to be the guy who will remember an anniversary or a birthday. I don’t do shit like that. I’m all about the club. This place, my boys, Raven, they’re what comes first. This between us is fun. You’re not club.”
“Okay.”
“I’m not going to change my mind.”
“Smokey, I get that a lot of women mix feelings in with sex. I’ve just gotten out of a ten-year bad relationship. Believe me, I’m going to be using you for your body and what you can do for me. Not the other way around. I don’t want love. I don’t want commitment. I’m happy with just sex. It’s all I want.” She was dressed, and Smokey didn’t like how easy this was for her.
This was the kind of arrangement he wanted. What he actually needed, and yet, knowing Ava didn’t want anything from him but sex bothered him. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. No commitments.”
“You can’t have any other man.”
She nodded and clicked her tongue. “All right. The same goes for you. I don’t want any sloppy seconds.” She pulled in the corner of her lip, let it go with a smile. “I guess I’ll see you around, Smokey. You know where to find me.”
He watched her turn on her heel and leave the office.
Seconds later, Hunter turned up.
“Wow, she left with a smile on her face,” Hunter said.
“Shut the fuck up. What could possibly be going wrong at the shack?” he asked. The shack was a large warehouse where their porn gig was set up. Men and women worked for them. Occasionally, the boys would step in to have some fun, but for the most part, it was people they employed.
“A couple of girls arguing about their paycheck. They’re holding up Bill, and a couple of the girls have had no choice but to go home early,” Hunter said.
“For fuck’s sake, save me from drama queens. Anyone would think they’re actual celebrities.” He rolled up his sleeves and took off out of his office.
“Do you want to talk about the new piece of ass?” Hunter asked, following behind him.
“No.”
“Don’t you think with the mafia breathing down our neck and the Twisted Bastards meeting that you should be taking it easy? The bitch could be a spy.”
Smokey grabbed Hunter’s jacket. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You think it hasn’t happened before? Women working for different clubs? It happens all the time.”
“Ava’s not a damn spy.”
“She could be.”
“Hunter, enough. I know what the fuck I’m doing.” He glared at his VP as he climbed on his bike.
Ava wasn’t a threat. He was sure of it.
Chapter Four
Ava glanced over at the bubbling sauce. The peppers, onions, and tomatoes along with several herbs, and a lot of garlic, smelled so amazing. She grabbed a spoon, dipped it into the sauce, and had a quick taste. Closing her eyes, she smiled. Perfect.
She reduced the sauce to a simmer before salting the pasta water. Next, she didn’t care it was an entire packet of spaghetti, it was what she wanted. Ever since she’d gotten home, all she’d been thinking about was that kiss. Not just the kiss, but also the way his lips had felt on hers. The touch, the texture. The very thought of it aroused her even more. She wanted more of his kisses, more of his touches.
In fact, she just wanted more.
In all her adult years, she’d never felt this way about anyone. Not even her ex.
“It’s not love.”
She’d meant every single word she’d said. This wasn’t about love, and she didn’t care for it to be either. All she wanted was sex. Lots and lots of sex. Her pussy throbbed at the memory of his face between her thighs. She’d read about it, seen it, but never experienced it. The or
gasms she’d produced at her own hands were mediocre at best.
“Get your head in the game.” She tried to shake off the memory and just focus on the pasta, but each second, she recalled Smokey’s face and the way he touched her. It meant something to her. It was crazy. She didn’t consider it love. It wasn’t that, but it was something.
“Focus, Ava. Just focus.” There was no way she was going to behave like a schoolgirl in front of him.
Smiling, she checked the pasta. It was almost cooked.
She quickly prepared the sink so she could drain it. After turning off the sauce, she checked her pasta again, perfectly cooked. She reserved some water and drained the pasta, returning it to the pot.
Ava was adding the sauce and sprinkling in some cheese when her doorbell rang. She paused with a frown.
Leaving her pasta and sauce, she went to the front door, forgetting to check who it was before she opened the door.
Smokey stood on the doorstep.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hi, yourself.” He stepped forward, banding an arm around her waist and pulling her close. His lips brushed across hers.
“Your business ended early?”
He winked at her. “I got it done as quickly as I could because I knew I was coming here.” He kissed her again. “Something smells really good.”
“That’s dinner.”
“Care to share?” he asked. “I’m starving. I haven’t had anything to eat.”
“Sure. I’ve got plenty.” She didn’t like to make small portions, so more often than not, it ended up in the freezer or as leftovers, which was another reason she rarely used meat in her food.
Smokey let her go and closed her front door. She returned to the kitchen and finished preparing their food. She served two generous portions for them. There was a place setting for her. She gave it to Smokey, sitting opposite him, and grabbed herself a knife and fork.
Pushing some hair off her face, she sat down. “Enjoy.”
“Can I ask you a question?” Smokey asked, looking almost hesitant.