by Dani Wyatt
“Fuck…” I mutter, but Troy hoots as he looks over my shoulder.
“So that’s how you persuaded her to let an ugly motherfucker like you inside her pants.” He’s chuckling, but falls silent when I turn towards him with a growl, and he takes a step back. “Let me get you those keys to the cabin.”
“What are you doing here?” The way Robin tips her hips to the side as she puts her hand there, looking all sassy, nearly makes my knees go out. Jesus Christ, that girl knows how to draw my attention to her juiciest bits, the way the pencil skirt shapes around those hips, over those thighs… “Hey, Rob, up here.”
I grin as I meet her eyes. “What can I say?”
“You could say sorry for going to my god-damned place of work and giving your number to my fudging uncle.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
“I told him I was a client. Your secret is safe.”
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter anymore. What do you even want from me? I have things to do.”
“No, you don’t.” I shake my head, unable to quit grinning when she narrows her eyes at me. “You won your case today, tomorrow is Veteran’s day, your office is closed. What do you have to do?”
Her face goes red, either rage or embarrassment, I can’t be sure. But one thing I can be sure of: there’s a wry smirk playing at the corner of her lips. “I do have a life of my own, you know. I need to get dinner for a start. A girl’s gotta eat.”
I shrug. “Come for a ride with me.”
“What? Were you even listening to me?”
“I was listening. Dinner can wait. I’ve got a spare helmet and leathers in just your size. Picked up some jeans and a top I think are your size. You can change quick, get on the back of my bike and come for a ride.”
She hesitates for just a moment longer than someone would if they were going to refuse, and my heart soars. “Where?” She asks. “I don’t have—”
“All evening. Yeah, I get it. You need to eat. But first, you’re going for a ride with me.”
“Well…” She pulls her lips to the side. “I haven’t actually ever been on a motorcycle before. I guess we could go for a spin around the block.”
“Perfect!” I turn and grab the bag behind my legs, then thrust it at her. “Put these on… Actually, I could come and help if you like—”
The grin lights up her face as she shakes her head. “Uh uh, mister. I’ll be fine getting changed on my own, thank you. Don’t want you getting any ideas.”
She slams the door in my face, leaving me standing there grinning like a teenager with a crush. “Too late for that,” I mutter as I head back to my bike.
“Um, Rob, I said a quick spin around the block. Where are we going?” Her voice is windswept and high pitched as she shouts into my ear. I can’t help the hard-on I’ve been wearing since she got on the back of the bike and put her arms around me, leaning close for safety.
“I thought we could head out of town, blast it down a quiet road somewhere. You said you’d never been on a bike before, so I wanted to give you the full experience.”
“Um, I still haven’t—” She lets out a little squeal as I punch the bike up another notch, and my cock grows another inch as I wonder if she’ll make that same sound the first time I get inside her.
“I know you haven’t eaten. Don’t worry about it. I have a plan.”
She makes another little squeal sound as we take a corner at speed, then when she regains her composure, she shouts into my ear. “A plan?”
I laugh. “Just trust me, Robin. You don’t like it, you can just say and I’ll take you right home. But you have to at least give me a chance.”
“You know this is technically kidnapping, right—Ohh my God…” She laughs as I take the turn onto the dirt road that leads out to the cabin, throwing up dust in our wake. “You’re going to get us both killed,” she says, but her voice is playful.
“Not a chance, angel. I’d never let anything happen to you.”
Ten minutes later, I stop the bike outside the cabin and kick down the stand as I climb off. I take her around the waist and help her off, then grin as I indicate the cabin.
“You coming?”
She shakes her head as she pulls off her helmet. “I don’t think I should. You could be planning to murder me or something. Quiet shack in the woods, away from anywhere…no can hear the screams.”
I laugh. “You don’t have to go inside. But there’s something I want to show you. Trust me.” I lead her around to the back of the cabin, to where I’ve set everything up.
After I left Troy and the others at the bar, I got a few things from the store, then came out here before I went to her place. There’s a blanket set out for the picnic, and the food is all inside in the fridge. But in a bucket of part-melted ice set beside the blanket is the most expensive bottle of wine they had.
Robin’s eyes go wide when she sees it all. “Ham—Rob, this is…wow.”
I nod, grinning. “You said you needed to eat, and we’re going to eat. I’ve got food inside. I didn’t know what you’d want right now, so there’s fruit, cheeses, cold meats, salad—”
“You busted all this out for me? Your friend with benefits? Remember our deal?”
“I remember.” I answer and leave off that I just leave off the part that I didn’t agree.
She shakes her head. “Look, this is amazing, but it’s fine, you don’t need to make any special effort. We were clear last night, what happened was just about sex. Friends with benefits, just without the friendship part.”
“I want more than that,” I say, my tone firm hate it every time she says that friends thing.
“I’m saying it’s fine. If you have other girls at the laundromat that’s your business. If you have a thousand girls a night, it’s all cool.” She shrugs one shoulder, but it’s clear from her face that it’s not all cool.
“You think I have other girls?”
“Don’t you? You were very sure of yourself breaking into that back room.”
I take a deep breath. “Fuck. Yeah, I get into that back room all the fucking time. To read my book in peace when there are too many other people around.”
“Sure.” She narrows her eyes, as if she can’t quite believe it, so I make a cross over my heart. “But… You said to forget about what had happened.”
I can’t help myself. I start to laugh as I realize what she thought. “Oh, fuck, you thought that was for you?” I shake my head. “Robin, that’s…I meant that for Luann. She’s a fucking blabbermouth at the best of times and I don’t like anyone knowing my business. I told her that so she wouldn’t go telling all the guys at the club what she saw. Not that it worked…”
“What?” Her face goes red. “The other bikers know what we…” I nod. “And they know that…” I nod again. “Oh no.” Her hand goes to her face to cover her eyes, but her shoulders are rocking up and down with laughter. “They probably think I’m—”
“I set them fucking straight. I won’t have anyone thinking you’re anything but mine.”
“You don’t have to protect my honor, Rob,” she says, meeting my eyes.
“Yes I do. I have to protect you from everything that might hurt you. You’re mine, even if aren’t quite up to speed yet.”
She draws closer, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth. “Such chivalry.” Her tone is sarcastic but there’s something more. “How can I repay you?”
“Dinner.”
“I’m not hungry anymore. Not for food, anyway.”
“Look Angel, don’t fucking tease. You get me started, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop.” I take a step back from her, but she just continues forward, getting inside my comfort zone and glancing down at the front of my jeans.
“Well, I don’t think you want to stop, judging by that thing.”
“That thing has a mind of its own.”
Chapter 9
Robin
There’s so many reasons I shouldn’t be
here right now.
So many reasons I shouldn’t be doing what I think we’re about to do.
But none of that seems to matter right now.
All I can seem to think about, is his cock.
The next few minutes are a blur.
Hammer scoops me up, pulling me up and literally throwing me over his shoulder on a grunt.
“We’re going to do this,” he grits out as he strides through the door of the cabin and into a small bedroom with a simple bed, fitted with all white linen which is an odd contrast to the rustic, minimal structure.
He flips me off his shoulder and down onto the bed. There’s fire in his eyes. This man who has been at moments so sweet, so kind, but what I’m looking at now is more beast than human. Something has changed and I should be scared but I’m wildly turned on.
“Listen,” he starts, stripping the black leather belt from his jeans. “You’re my old lady now. You get that?”
It’s hard to believe this is me. I’ve always been so conservative, controlled. I never drank until my twenty-first birthday. I’ve only had one parking ticket. I never skipped school. Got my undergrad and law degree in five years with an overall GPA of 3.92.
So, what I do next, I don’t know where it comes from. But it feels right, and I decide to live in the moment and go with my gut, throwing caution out the window.
“I get it,” I answer, shifting up onto my knees and pulling my tank top over my head, tossing it into Rob’s chest. I lower my head, letting my hair hang down in my face while I bring my hands to the center of my back and unclasp my bra.
On a flip, I arch, throw my hair back and let my breasts free, then sling shot my bra right into Hammer’s face.
“You like putting on a show,” he rumbles, dropping his hand to the front of his jeans and gripping the length pushing out on the fabric.
“For you,” I answer, flopping down on my back, my head hanging just off the edge of the bed, and I slip off my tom’s and then wiggle out of the jeans he bought me which fit perfectlys so I’m laying naked before him.
He looks bigger from this angle. I’ve never been this wanton woman before, but with Hammer, all my inhibitions melt away in those green eyes.
So many things that shouldn’t work between us, but they do, and I want to give myself to him. I want him to know right now, at least in this moment, he owns me.
I lick my lips, open my mouth, and run one of my hands down the center of my chest and over my belly, until I feel the wetness as I make small circles around my clit.
With my mouth open, the invitation is clear and I hear a growl rumble from his chest.
He strips down in a flurry of motions as I watch. His cock is even more impressive from this angle, and for a second fear clutches my chest wondering how the hell I’m ever going to fit that thing anywhere inside me.
Mouth included.
But the gauntlet has been thrown down and I’m not one to renege on an offer, so I’ll just do my best and hope I don’t disappoint.
“You sure?” He asks, maybe seeing the fear in my eyes, and I give him an upside down nod, my mouth still agape leaving little doubt I’m ready and waiting.
Knowing he’s hard, and that he’s hard because of me, is such a turn on, my finger moves faster on my sex and if he’s not careful, I may cum just from the anticipation.
“From now on.” He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “This is your cock to take care of. You’re my old lady, but this is your man’s cock so it’s a hell of a responsibility. He’s waited for you for a long fucking time and I’ve got some pent-up need with your name all over it, angel.”
I nod again, not breaking character, with my mouth open and fingers still moving on my clit, which his eyes latch onto and he steps forward.
“I can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
His dirty words only make me worship him more. I’ve heard the term cock worship before, but I never understood its meaning until now. I want to show him how he makes me feel. With my mouth.
“God damn, baby. If I had known this was waiting for me, I’d have dragged you out of that courthouse the first day I laid eyes on you.”
I couldn’t respond if I wanted to, because he brings the swollen knob head to my lips and stuffs it inside my mouth.
I’ve never done this before, but I saw it in a video once when I was in college and my room mates used to drink cheap beer and watch porn, laughing at how ridiculous and unreal it was.
As soon as I taste him, wetness runs out of me and my fingers work my clit faster and faster.
My jaw is stretched to its limit as Hammer’s cock drives over my tongue, pushing on my tonsils and then retreating. Over and over, deeper and deeper, as spit seeps from the corners of my lips and drips into my eyes.
The texture is unlike anything I expected, so hard and so smooth. His balls hang onto the bridge of my nose, covering my eyes as he thrusts in and out, holding the sides of my head.
“You are my perfect little fuck doll, aren’t you?” He asks, but an answer is impossible.
His fingers twist in my hair and I realize everything narrows down to this. His cock in my mouth. I can’t see, I can barely breathe, and it’s all so erotic my orgasm builds until I’m on the edge.
“That’s it. Work that clit. I want you to cum with my cock in your mouth, little girl.”
His movements quicken. He’s released my head and his hands grip my tits hard and squeeze.
He’s fucking me without remorse, and I gasp as I reach up and grab his ass, trying to find some control, but there is none.
I’m at his mercy. The mercy of his cock down my throat. And as we become a frenzy of movement, sucking, spit, grunts and cursing, my mind starts to spin.
I never imagined I would want this.
He’s using me. Using my mouth, driving as deep as he likes and pinching my nipples until I yelp around his girth.
“You realize this is the last cock you will ever have in your mouth, angel. All your holes belong to me now, so get used to it. It won’t always be easy.”
His balls tighten, I feel them move on the flesh of my face and his cock grows inside my throat. The head is as hard as a baseball and probably as big by now, and when I hear his groan, the base of his cock pulses and I taste the first spray of his release over my tongue.
“That’s the taste of pleasing your man, angel. Never forget…” He grunts out before a string of swear words fill my ears.
His hand replaces mine between my legs and he shoves a finger in deep, driving me in a second to my own climax as I gulp down his salty gift and feel the pinch on my clit and my nipple at the same time, making stars dance in my eyes as my body starts to feel like it no longer belongs to me.
Because it doesn’t.
I’m covered in spit and cum, barely able to remember my own name, when Hammer scoops me up and flips me around. My ass is nearly dangling off the edge of the bed and he shoves my knees wide.
“Open that pretty pussy for me. You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you? You want this cock deep inside. You’re so wet, so ready.”
“Yes.” I manage through uneven breaths. My climax is still vibrating through me, but it’s not enough. I don’t know if it will ever be enough with him. “I’m ready.”
“Of course you are,” he grunts, and I moan, moving my hips as much as I can, trying to connect with the head of his cock which has not yielded one bit of its hardness from his own climax.
I’m shameless, close to begging, when he leans down, bending at the waist, and I feel his hot breath on my sex.
“Hold your knees. Spread wide. I want to see it all, up close, before I fuck you into tomorrow.”
“God,” I whimper as he bites into my inner thigh, a jolt of pain blinding me, then suddenly his mouth is on my clit. His tongue is doing those magical things it does, and I’m chanting his name and grinding myself against him.
The familiar ache is growing, the need taking over, but he pulls his mouth f
rom me and I bite back my disappointed groan.
“Not yet.” He stands. I’m panting, nearly sobbing, when he raises a hand and brings it down in a wet smack between my open legs. “This pussy waits for instruction. You be sure to ask before you cum, you understand?”
I don’t, but I nod anyway. How am I going to ask first? I’m practically an orgasm machine with him. I’ll be asking every five seconds. But even so, the fact that he’s telling me I need his approval to cum only makes me closer to cumming.
The irony is dizzying, but I have bigger worries.
How is he going to fit that beast inside of me?
I’m trembling as he centers himself between my spread legs. I want him filling me so bad I don’t care how much it hurts.
My insides tighten, release, tighten again, willing him to be inside me. It’s like a primal hunger that has exploded all around me.
His hands grip my hips and I try to take a deep breath, but before I can it’s driven from my lungs as Hammer rams every inch of himself down to his balls and it sends me into orbit again.
“You didn’t ask,” he seethes. “Now I have to punish you.”
I don’t care. All I know is I need this. His overwhelming thickness gives me what I’ve needed, probably since he took that first picture of me at the courthouse.
Why did I push him away for so long?
I could have been enjoying this, instead of questioning, wondering, over thinking…
He pummels me like a rag doll, banging my cervix until I’m nearly sobbing, but I don’t want it to stop.
I never want it to stop.
In fact, my focus becomes his pleasure. It brings me a joy I didn’t understand before now. The look of need and lust on his face. The near pain I see in his eyes.
Oh God, please, this is what I’ve needed. How did I live without this? It’s like air. Water. Food. It’s all the things that keep us alive, only more precious. More necessary.