by Sam Crescent
When he knew she was close, he pulled his fingers from her core, and her eyes opened. With her gaze on him, he took each digit into his mouth and sucked her cream right off. “So delicious.”
“Why did you stop?” she asked.
“I want my cock inside you when you come.”
She glanced behind his back and he pinched her nipple, drawing her gaze. “Ouch.”
“Me. That’s who you have to look at. Just me.”
She nodded her head. The nipple he pinched was hard.
Over the white shirt, he took her bud into his mouth, sucking hard.
“Please.”
He eased back from her and released the zip of his jeans. Pulling out his erect cock without hurting himself took some patience, but he got it done. He moved Ava over him, and with her panties to one side, he ran the tip through her slit, coating the head of his cock in her arousal.
Gripping the cheek of her ass, he moved her until she was right over his length. As he stared into her eyes, he slowly got her to lower herself down until she began to take him, inch by inch.
Fuck!
He loved it when he wasn’t wearing a condom. Ava was so tight and her pussy was so wet. She was a woman designed for taking cock, and he relished it. Craved it. She moaned his name, and when there was enough of his length inside her, he grabbed both of her hips and tugged her down until he was balls deep inside her.
Her hands went to his shoulders and he smiled.
“Now that is a fucking party,” he said.
Ava went to look behind her, and he captured her face. “No, not what is happening there. What is happening between us.” He thrust up inside her and she cried out. “See. Fucking perfection.”
He went from her hips to the curves of her ass. Lifting her up, he began to rock her on his cock, getting her to take more of him.
The way she moaned his name was so fucking perfect.
“Show me your tits, Ava,” he said.
Her hands went to the front of her shirt and started to work the buttons open. The white lace bra he’d gotten her to wear made his cock pulse even deeper, which had her moaning for more.
“That’s right, babe. Now, slide the cups beneath your tits.”
She was such a good girl, doing as she was told. He moved one of his hands to the back of her neck, pulling her down to kiss her lips. She cupped his face as he slammed up inside her pussy.
Ava started to work on his cock, and he broke the kiss, lifting her up so that he could suck on one of her perfect nipples. Taking one into his mouth, he held her in place with his hands, keeping her still as he devoted a good amount of time to one tit, then moving onto the next. He pushed them both together and proceeded to bite each one, loving her gasps and the sounds she made.
His balls ached.
Smokey let go of her breasts, showing her a pace and rhythm that brought them both pleasure. Up and down, dancing on his dick as he worked himself inside her.
She moaned his name and he felt his own orgasm close.
He used all of his force, drawing her down on his length until with one final thrust, he closed his eyes and spilled every single drop of his cum within her. He didn’t have the energy to pull out, and the truth was, he didn’t want to. They were both clean, and pregnancy was a risk, but at that moment, he really didn’t give a fuck.
All he cared about was coming deeply. Marking her as his own in front of the entire club.
He was aware women looked at her with envy. How the guys were shocked. He rarely took a woman in front of anyone, especially not like this. Any of the club pussy were free game to his men.
Ava was off-limits.
No one could see anything. It was why he’d been careful in picking this spot and the clothes he’d purchased for her.
He wanted everything to be perfect, and when it came to Ava, she was turning into everything. His men still doubted her integrity, but he didn’t. He knew this woman. She was sweet, kind, and cared about everyone but herself. He’d even seen the way she’d been with the club. They weren’t giving her an easy time of it, but she wasn’t doing anything for herself.
Knowing everything he did about her in the short amount of time he’d actually known her, she’d found a family she’d been searching for in him and the club.
Ava wasn’t going to like this life.
In time, he was going to have to cut her loose. Each time he planned to, he’d look at her smiling face and the truth was, he didn’t want to. The club had to come first. It was the motto he lived by. It was why no one challenged his leadership. But that didn’t stop him from wanting Ava.
Many nights in her bed, he’d lain awake just watching her. It was messed up. He never shared a bed with a woman. In the past, before Ava, he’d kicked them right out as he had no interest in them being there.
Ava was different. She was the kind of woman he wanted.
He slid out of her pussy, returning the fabric of her panties over.
“My cum is going to be spilling out of your cunt, baby,” he said. He leaned in close and brushed his lips across hers. He eased his cock back inside his jeans. “Let’s dance.”
Ava had already put her shirt back to right.
Her face was bright red as he sipped his beer. She did the same and then he took her hand, leading her onto the dance floor.
He pulled her into his arms, and she rested her head against his chest. Smokey wrapped both arms around her, resting his face on the top of her head. Even with the heels she wore, she wasn’t as tall as him.
He held her still against him. Stroking his fingers in her hair, he kissed the top of her head.
Brothers were watching him as if he’d lost his mind. He didn’t give a flying fuck what any of them thought.
With Ava draped over him, he felt complete, and he didn’t know what that was all about. Women were to be used, not enjoyed like this. Ava had blown his world apart, and he loved it.
Ava lifted her head. “The woman on the pool table. Does she enjoy it?”
Smokey didn’t bother pretending he didn’t know what she was talking about. “She wouldn’t be there if she didn’t. The women here want to fuck as many men as possible. It’s what they want. In the morning, you’ll hear them bragging about how many patches they took.”
She nibbled on her lip. “I only want yours.”
He smiled. “Babe, I’ll kill any man that comes near you. That’s a fucking promise.”
She rested her head back on his shoulder and he kissed the top of her head. Glancing across the club, he caught sight of Ugly Beast, who raised his beer glass in his direction. He nodded but didn’t say or do anything else.
They stayed for several dances, a couple more beers, and a round of pool. He’d laughed when she’d wriggled her nose at the thought of playing on the same table people had fucked on. The club knew the rules. They could fuck anywhere, but clean it all up after. He didn’t need to have dirty cum drops on his table. Finally, after several hours of partying, and her meeting a couple of the guys from different chapters, he took her to his bedroom in the clubhouse.
He slept on the main floor right in the back. Whenever there was a problem, he wanted to be the first on the scene.
Within seconds, he had her clothes off and bent over the desk. He spread her ass and stared down at her tight little asshole.
Cupping her pussy, he felt his cum inside her, and it only served to arouse him more. As he gripped his cock, he didn’t see a need to put on a condom after filling her pussy for a second time. He held her hips within his grasp and slid in long and deep. They both cried out at the out-of-this-world pleasure.
Her tight cunt fluttered around his dick, and once he was as deep as he could go, he closed his eyes, relishing the pleasure for a few short seconds.
Then, he began to move, watching her take all of him. He spread her asshole and teased between the globes of her ass, working her anus. She let out a gasp, but he wasn’t done with her.
He pressed against
her asshole. She wasn’t wet enough, and leaning over, he released a trail of saliva across her anus, coating his fingers in it and pushing his finger into her asshole. She tensed up, and to help distract her, he pounded inside her, hearing her startled gasp. So pretty.
“Let me inside, babe,” he said.
He worked his finger into her ass, then used a second one to stretch her out.
“If you’ve watched porn, then you’ve had to have watched a good anal scene. They’re fucking incredible.” He groaned and started to work more of his fingers into her asshole, going deep and hard, stretching her. “One day soon, this asshole is going to be mine, Ava. I’m going to enjoy fucking it and making it so. You want that, don’t you? You want to belong to me in every single way imaginable?”
“Yes!”
“Good.”
He was so close to orgasm. He removed his fingers from her asshole, grabbed her hips, and pounded inside her, wanting to fill her so completely. Fucking her harder with every passing second. This time, as his orgasm built, he reached between her legs and stroked her clit, getting her off at the same time as he did. He didn’t pull out. He slammed in deep, flooding her cunt with more of his cum.
Chapter Eight
“I’m not talking sex with you,” Ava said, giggling into the cell phone.
“Why the hell not?”
“I’m in the bank, and you’re going to have to wait until I’m not.”
“So that means you want to talk dirty to me.”
She rolled her eyes. Smokey had been gone one day, and she missed him. What she did love was how he continued to keep calling her. It was almost as if he couldn’t seem to help himself, which she loved.
People were going about their daily lives as if there was nothing happening around them. Something was, something huge. She was falling in love. There was no other word for it. She’d tried to stop it each time she realized the signs, but he made her feel so alive.
Smokey had gotten into her heart, and what was more, she didn’t care because she loved the feelings he evoked inside her. They were … magical.
Of course, she wouldn’t dream of telling him exactly how she felt. She had no doubt he would pull away as fast as lightning. He didn’t love her. The club tolerated her. She didn’t for a second believe it was a good position to put Smokey in. So, she ignored the need in her heart and just decided to live her life, enjoying the moments they were together.
“Ava?” Smokey asked.
She didn’t even realize she hadn’t responded to him.
“Yes, I want to, but the bank has to come first right now. Call me in about ten minutes?” she asked.
“Got it. Take care, babe.”
“You too.” She hadn’t figured out a term of endearment for him just yet.
One day, she would, but for now, he was just Smokey. She still didn’t know his real name. Not that it mattered.
When it was her turn at the bank, she handed over the check and requested some of the funds from her business account. She tapped her fingers on the counter, waiting.
The lines today were so long.
She waited, and finally, with a brown envelope, the woman returned. Ava thanked the woman and turned back toward the line. She tried to work her bag open, but with how hot it was in the bank and all the gazes on her, she held the envelope within her grasp and quickly rushed outside.
Ava tried to open her bag and wasn’t looking where she was going, bumping into a hard wall of a chest.
She dropped her envelope and winced as it fell to the ground. Then she decided she’d bring in a batch of cupcakes to the woman who had the forethought to seal the damn thing. She should have stayed inside the bank.
“Oops, my bad,” the hard, masculine voice said.
Ava went to pick up her money, but the man got there first. She looked at him, seeing the business suit on the large, muscular man.
“I should have looked where I was going.” She rubbed at her temple. Between the sudden heat and Smokey’s phone call, she was all flustered.
“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t watching where I was going either.” He moved to the side and she turned, frowning.
“I’m really sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind when a pretty lady bumps into me.”
This made her laugh. “Okay.” She held her hand out. “Can I have my envelope?”
“Do you want to go out with me?”
This caused her to look up at him. “Er, I’m sorry. I’m seeing someone. No, thank you.” She internally winced. No one had ever randomly asked her out on a date.
He waved his hand in the air. “It’s fine.”
She forced a smile, finding this entire scene uncomfortable. “Can I have my envelope, please?”
“Sure, sure.” He held it out to her, and as she reached out to take it, he gave her a tug so she was close and she fell against him. His lips next to her ear. “You’re so beautiful. Any guy who has you, make sure he tells you that.”
She pulled away from him quickly, finding him so strange. He let go of the envelope, and she put it in her bag.
“Well, thank you for your … compliments. I’m so sorry for running into you.”
“Don’t worry about it, Ava.” He winked at her.
She frowned as he turned on his heel and walked off.
How did he know her name? He must have been a regular man around town or something. She had to get used to people knowing her name without having the first clue who they were.
After crossing the street, she made her way into the diner where Raven sat waiting for her. The other woman was drinking a coffee as she arrived. She nodded to the waitress that she’d have the same.
“I’ve just had the most bizarre meeting outside the bank,” she said.
“Oh, please, the bank is boring. Has Smokey been in touch?”
At the mention of Smokey’s name, she forgot all about the strange encounter and smiled. “Yes. He just called.”
“Any word?”
Ava rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t talk to me about club stuff. You know that. He only talks about … other stuff.”
“The dirty kind of stuff.” Raven winked at her.
“You’re not making this any easier.”
“What? You’re the one fucking the boss. This should get me perks being your friend.”
Ava tensed up. “Oh, is that the only reason you wanted to have a coffee?”
Raven cursed. “I didn’t mean it like that. It was a joke. I happen to like you, which is pretty big news. I don’t like a whole lot of people. Ignore what I said. I’m used to the whores who stick around at the club begging for attention. You know how fucked up that can be.” Raven sighed. “They hate your guts.”
“What did I do?”
“You got Smokey’s attention. It makes you enemy number one in their book.”
Ava thanked the waitress for the coffee and looked at Raven. “Did he sleep with a lot of the women?”
“Don’t go there,” Raven said.
“Sorry.”
Raven reached out, touching her hand. “I’m the kind of woman who says what went on before you guys met, it doesn’t count. It’s what happens during and after. Smokey hasn’t looked at another woman since you came on the scene. You really need to stop worrying. Smokey’s not going anywhere.”
“I’m not worried. It’s not like that.” Was it, though? She wasn’t sure.
The other women were nice to her. She’d accepted long ago that she seemed to be the kind of person no one particularly liked. No one had a bad word to say about her, but she didn’t mesh with others. It wasn’t without a lack of trying either. People simply didn’t like her.
She sipped at her coffee.
“I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch before.”
Ava waved her hand in the air. “It’s fine.”
“You really need to stop doing that,” Raven said.
“What?”
“Acting like you’re not hurt when
you clearly are. Don’t hide your feelings, and don’t make others think they can get away with hurting you. I’m sorry for being a bitch.”
“I’m fine. Really.”
“I’m starting to think I need to approach you with my bitch radar.”
Ava burst out laughing.
“Are we going to get something to eat, or what?”
“Why are you here and not with the guys?” Ava asked.
“They need someone to handle the fort. That’s me. I’m the chick who makes sure all the prospects and bitches stay in line.” Raven shrugged.
“How did you become a member?”
Raven put down her menu. “Why do you want to know?”
Ava pulled back. “I was just curious.”
“Is this about Smokey again?”
She chuckled. “When is it not about Smokey?”
“Babe, listen, the club life, you don’t have what it takes.” Raven licked her lips. “I’ll level with you, okay. Shit gets mean at the club. It gets hard. I’ve got scars on my body from the hits I’ve taken. We’re not a fairytale. It’s hardcore. Don’t get me wrong, there are harder MCs out there. Smokey, though, he knows his shit and he keeps us all safe.” Raven sat back. “The way he looks at you. He doesn’t want you anywhere near the fucking club. He likes that you’re … you.”
“How did you manage to make that sound like an insult?” She tilted her head to the side and laughed.
“I’m downright fucking talented.” Raven winked. “Now, let’s eat. I’m starving and these curves will not feed themselves. Believe me.”
****
“Why the fuck would I want to align myself with you guys again?” Smokey asked, staring across the table at Sebastian Drago.
He didn’t want to have this meeting.
Ryan was currently under the mafia’s protection, and that pissed Smokey off. The lying piece of shit had been in the mafia and the Twisted Bastards MC’s pocket. Big Dick had discovered the fucker’s location. He hadn’t gone for extraction because Smokey had told him not to. He wasn’t going to risk anyone else’s life for Ryan.
Heads were going to roll when he was through.
Sebastian sighed, and his gaze wandered to Ugly Beast.