Bounty (62 page)

T
he only thing
I could think of to shut this guy up was to kiss him, and I did it without thinking. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’ve been thinking about kissing him a lot in the last few minutes, but I was far from a decision on the subject until I decided I really wanted him to stop talking like a jackass.

I wasn’t actually sure what I was going to do once I got back here. The whole plan was so spur of the moment and unlike me, but that’s why I did it, wasn’t it? I’m tired of being like me. Where has that gotten me? Getting stepped on by the CEO of a billion-dollar company in a strange city where I have barely any friends or support. That’s what being nice and following rules has gotten me.

After Edward, I swore I was going to change some things and get as far away from that life as possible, but just coming to a biker bar for a few drinks with Jackie isn’t enough. I’ve been applying to the same jobs, going through the same routines, and it’s all going to just land me in the same place.

I need to do something different, but I can start by doing
someone
different.

And Bash is as different as they come. At least compared to the men I usually date.

Not that I plan on dating him, but that’s something different for me as well. I’ve never had a one-night stand before, something that Jackie has teased me about in the past.

Well, here I am Bash. Let’s do this.

His tongue catches me by surprise, but it only takes me a moment to recover and slide my hand down to the growing hardness in his pants. I can surprise him right back, and by the way he jumps as I touch him, I know I’ve succeeded. Bash might be a complete stranger, but he’s also another person who seems to think he knows exactly who I am and what I’m capable of doing. It’s infuriating, and in a way, that turns me on—just like his scent, a heady combination of musk, weed, and leather that should probably repel me, except it doesn’t.

Well here I am, surprising us both with a wild side I never knew I had. And who better to test it out on than a hot biker who I’ll be happy to never have to see again after tonight. Until then, though, I want to see more of him. All of him.

I pull on his zipper until I’ve opened it enough to slip my hand inside. I’m being a lot more forward than I feel. I’m actually surprised that my hand isn’t shaking as violently as my heart is pounding in my chest. Before that trembling can start, though, I grab onto the closet thing I can to anchor me.

My God, this guy has a big cock.

I’m no virgin, and Edward was hardly my first, but what I’m holding in my hand now isn’t even in the same class as the rest of those guys, and I haven’t even seen it yet. But I now want to even more desperately.

For the first time tonight, I realize just how horny I am. It’s been weeks since I’ve had sex. Even before breaking up, Edward was barely around at a reasonable enough hour for us to fuck, and after catching him at the office, I have a better understanding of what was keeping him so busy. And as much as I’ve found Bash’s attitude annoying and crass, I have to admit that seeing the way he handled himself at the bar made me a little bit wet.

He drips raw power and confidence. Edward has the confidence thing down, but he’s a wimp physically. He’d prefer to pay someone to fight his battles than risk breaking a manicured nail. I told myself that I didn’t care about stuff like that, which I don’t. Or at least, I didn’t think I did. Yet seeing Bash knock those college kids around and then turn his back on them, knowing that they wouldn’t retaliate, and then how he just knocked the crap out of those other bikers… well, I’d be lying to say that it didn’t turn me on at all. It was only once he spoke to me that I realized he was just a complete meathead.

But with a cock like this, I’m willing to overlook his intellectual failings. For tonight, anyway.

“You just introducing yourself to that, or are you going to take it out and do something?” He’s pulled his mouth free of mine, which means he’s going to start talking again. But there are other ways to shut a man up.

Even as I’m unbuttoning his pants with both hands, having reluctantly removed the one from his cock, and rolling them down his hips, I can’t believe what I’m doing. This is so not me. This guy is a complete stranger, not to mention a dangerous biker, and I’m as eager to go down on him as a horny teenager on her first unchaperoned date. I’m hornier then I would ever admit to this guy. I have no idea what about him turns me on. Well, other than how absolutely sexy and masculine he is…

Bash’s cock is even more impressive to look at than it was to feel. It’s enormous, as I thought, and as hard as the steel motorcycle this guy likely rides. A bead of pre-cum wets the tip, proving that I’m not the only one here completely turned on right now.

Before I can talk myself out of it, or let him change my mind by opening his mouth again, I lean forward and let him slide between my lips, sucking him into my mouth in a single swallow that draws a surprised gasp from the big man.

I knew I could get him to stop talking.

I wrap my fingers around his warm shaft and I let them move up and down in time with my mouth, getting him nice and wet so that I slide along him easily. His hands are stretched out behind him, holding onto a large, metal desk for support. When I use my other hand to cradle his balls and give them a little squeeze, he lets out another groan of satisfaction. I can’t help but smile.

Who has all the power now?

“Holy fuck, you can suck a cock, Blondie. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

I don’t love him calling me Blondie, but I know I haven’t given him another option. And I don’t intend to. This is a one-time deal, he doesn’t need to know my name. Besides, it’s even hotter this way. Not only have I never had a one-night stand before, I certainly have never sucked someone’s cock who didn’t even know my name.

“Jesus,” he says under his breath as I speed up a little bit. Even as turned on as I am, I’m starting to have second thoughts about going all the way with this guy. Maybe if I get him off like this he’ll be done, and then I can leave without actually backing down. No one can blame me if the asshole comes once and then tells me to piss off. I can see this guy doing that. Maybe it’s for the best.

“Stop, wait.” His hands swing around and grab onto my head, gently pushing me back and off of him. “I don’t want to waste this load in your mouth. Take your clothes off.”

Well, so much for that idea. “Wow, can you be sexier when you order me around?”

Bash puts a hand under my arm to help me up as he barks a quick laugh. “We’re both adults here, Blondie. Let’s not waste time. I’m not your boyfriend. You came back here for one reason, and we both know what it is. Even if I am surprised that you’re actually going to go through with it.”

I shrug. “I was just curious if you’ve ever heard of foreplay.”

The biker lifts an eyebrow as his dark eyes flit down to my waist and then back up at me. “Take off your pants. I’m willing to bet anything you want that you’re wet enough right now that you don’t need any extra foreplay.” His cock is jutting out in front of him, glistening from my saliva, and I can’t take my eyes off of it. He’s right. I would never win that bet, but his attitude is creeping back into the conversation and bringing my automatic defenses back up.

It isn’t until he steps forward that my eyes lift up to meet his. He’s so close now that the tip of his cock is brushing against the bottom of my shirt. He’s too arrogant, so I force myself to ignore it instead of grabbing it like my instincts and desires are pleading with me to do.

“Do women really like that jackass attitude?”

Bash slips his hand between my legs, pressing hard against the warmth that I know he can feel. I don’t stop him, but I continue to ignore it as we stare into each other’s eyes. My God, he has deep and dark eyes. They press back against me, probing almost as deeply as his fingers are trying to do. I’m not sure how much longer I can pretend that I don’t want to fuck this guy’s brains out.

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

“That’s despite your mouth, not because of it.”

“You’d be surprised what this mouth can do. Don’t be so quick to condemn it.” His other hand has joined his first, and now he’s undoing my pants.

“I thought you didn’t do foreplay.”

They’re open now, and one of his strong hands is pushing down past my panties and skimming through the shortly trimmed hairs beneath. “I didn’t say that. I just said you didn’t need any.” His fingers reach their goal, sliding across my clit and dipping beneath and between my folds. “Looks like I was right.”

My breath his heavy now, Bash’s brief touch causing me to adjust my stance slightly to give him better access. If I’m going to change my mind, this is my last chance.

Who am I kidding? I’m not strong enough to ignore the throbbing between my legs a second more, and he knows it. In one smooth motion, Bash lowers my pants to the floor and then pulls something from his own pants before stepping out of them. I see the familiar flash of a tin wrapper before he rips it open and discards it behind himself. He barely finishes rolling the condom along his cock before he’s spinning me around and pushing me forward. I brace myself against his desk in the same spot that his own hands were in only moments before.

My breath catches as he slides his huge dick into me from behind. I’m so wet and ready that there’s barely an ounce of resistance or friction as he starts to put it in, but by the time I feel his hips touch the back of my ass, we’re both groaning.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he says. His breath is hot against my back and followed by a scrape of stubble as he kisses my skin.

I’m sure a retired hooker would feel tight against this guy’s cock. I’ve never felt so filled, and all I want him to do is fuck me hard with this thing. After a few strokes to get his bearings, he doesn’t disappoint.

His hips are like a jackhammer, and I do my best not to think about how many women he’s fucked in here for practice. It’s none of my business and none of my concern. He’s right, we both know why I came back here. I came to get fucked. Hard. And that’s what’s happening. And it feelings fucking amazing.

Bash surprises me by sliding a hand down along my thigh and between my legs, wetting a finger with my pussy and then bringing it back up along my clit. I would have never expected him to care whether I got off or not, and the truth is, with his cock, I might not even have needed the extra stimulation. But I’m not going to say no to it, either.

Within minutes a familiar shudder rolls through my body, causing me to tense up as he continues to pound me. I let out a muffled scream, pushing my mouth down onto my arm so that the whole bar out there doesn’t hear me. Bash doesn’t stop slamming his cock into me, but he does move his hand away from my pussy and slide it up under my shirt.

My bra doesn’t last a second to his probing fingers as he flips it up and grabs onto my breast, capturing a swollen nipple between his fingers and drawing another moan out from between my lips.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good.”

I don’t even have any breath to respond. Another orgasm is threatening to overcome me, and trying to squeak out how good and big his cock is just seems like a distraction right now. My pussy is so sensitive now each thrust is causing the tension in me to rise to an almost overwhelming level. I’m holding back, trying to wait until the last possible second to come again.

As soon as I feel Bash stiffen up and groan, I let myself go as well. I scream against my arm again, and this time I’m worried that despite my efforts, the bar might have heard me. Hell, without my arm in the way, I’d have to worry that my parents in Canada might have heard me.

Bash’s cock is pulsing inside of me, unloading into the protective rubber as I feel the weight of him leaning down on top of me. His hand is still holding my breast, but he’s not squeezing it anymore, thank God. I don’t think I could take any more.

I almost let out a whimper when he finally pulls back off and out of me. That was a cock and a fuck I’m not likely to forget for a long time.

“Shit, that was good,” Bash says from behind me. I can hear him pulling up his pants, and then the sound of him collapsing down onto the black leather sofa that takes up the entire one side of his office.

I wonder how many girls he’s fucked on that. None of my business.

“You have an amazing ass.”

I just lay against the desk, still catching my breath as tendrils of excitement tickle my extremities. I turn my head to look at him. He’s sitting on his couch, chest moving as deeply as mine, staring at my bare flesh. I should pull my pants up, but I’m not even sure I can move yet.

“You’re welcome to stay for another round. Just give me a few minutes.”

As tempting as that is, I don’t think my pussy can take another go with that monster he calls a cock. Besides, now that the itch that brought me in here has been scratched, I’m starting to wonder what the hell I was thinking coming here at all.

This isn’t me. I mean, I can see now what attracts Jackie to men like this. The raw masculinity. The power. The sex. I get it. I wanted to change, but this is too much. This guy is a motorcycle thug. Who knows what he might have done when I got back here? It’s one thing to want to live an exciting life, but another to just be stupid.

I’m not ready for shit like this. I have a job interview on Monday, and it’s time to get back to real life.

“As tempting as that is, I’m going to have to pass.” I push myself off of the desk and bend down to step back into my pants. I only hope I don’t have to walk out of here bowlegged. At the very least, I have a story to tell Jackie that she’ll never believe. I almost wish I could tell Edward about it, too. Just to see the look on his face.

“Probably a good idea,” he agrees. I search his face for a hint of what he means by that, but his dark eyes give nothing away. His mouth is turned up at the corners ever so slightly, but I have no idea if that’s his way of smiling or if it’s because he’s trying to piss me off again.

At any rate, it’s time I get out of here before he ruins the memory of great sex by running his mouth again.