CULVER: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (11 page)

“Can I ever see you again? Please? Just one more
time…tomorrow night? Please, just stay that long. Please, Boon,” I said,
pulling my straps back up. He groaned.

“Can’t you make this easy for me, Samantha? This is
already so hard…”

“Please. Meet me tomorrow. Here,” I said, a flash of
inspiration coming to me. I got up, grabbed the pad and pen from the
nightstand, scribbled an address. It was someplace I’d been many times, but
always alone. If this was going to be it, if Boon and I were going to be done,
if that was what he really wanted, I at least wanted this.

One more night with him. One more dance of flesh on
flesh. If it was going to end, I wanted it to end sweetly. I scribbled
9pm
under the address, and my name under
that. What, if anything, would he remember of this?

“I’ll be waiting, Boon. And then you can go. You can
go and forget me forever, I promise,” I said, the words bringing unbidden tears
to my eyes.
It’s a good thing I’m not in
love,
I thought,
or this would sure
hurt a lot more.

This is what I have to say to my past self, as she
stood in that room, looking down at Boon: you don’t know the first damn thing
about love, or hurt, or being hurt, or hurting. You still think this is lust.
You still think you can get away free and clear. You have more to learn than
you could ever imagine.

~
20
~

My parents were none too crazy about me going out the
next night, but what could they do? I was 18, had my own car, they couldn’t
exactly ground me. Of course, they thought I was going to meet the girls.
Meanwhile, I hadn’t heard anything from Boon, didn’t know if he would even show
up.

The roads I took turned from paved to gravel to dirt.
The address I’d given Boon was on a country road outside of the city, a place
where houses were few and far between. I wondered if Boon would have had any
trouble on his bike on the roads. As the house that marked the spot drew near,
my heart fluttered. I scanned the road for a glint of metal, a flash of light
reflected off a blinker.

I didn’t see anything on the side of the road, but as
I pulled off onto a patch of flat grass I thought I could see something ahead
of me. I got out and began walking around the house, towards what I thought I’d
seen. My heart sang. It was a motorcycle, leaning on its sidestand. I couldn’t
tell if it was Boon’s, but who else’s could it be? I continued walking along
the trail that led past the house and into the woods. The night was warm,
muggy, full of the sounds of cicadas and owls. I wore a simple white dress.

The forest gave way to a small, sandy shore that gave
way, in turn, to a large, clear lake. It wasn’t a popular spot, someplace that
the tourists and locals alike didn’t really know about. That’s what made it so
perfect to me: you could come out on a clear night, watch the water move and
the moon in the water, be alone, and think. As I came out onto the small beach,
I saw a silhouette against the water. Boon was standing in a tight shirt and
jeans, staring out onto the lake.

“You came,” I said, softly but loud enough for him to
hear. My heart jumped as he turned; I could see the slightest gleam of his
teeth as he smiled.

“The one thing my old man taught me growing up is that
if a pretty girl asks a favor, you do your best to make it happen,” he said,
his voice cool and solid. I moved towards him, feeling my skin prick against
the warm air. I felt almost as though I were gliding across the sand.

“Thank you. You know, you probably look at my life,
you see I have all these things, a home, a family, good grades, college…my life
must look pretty easy to you. It is,” I said, beginning the speech I’d been
rehearsing since the night before. As I moved closer to him, I could see his
eyes on me, feel my body responding. I felt like we were both the water, and we
were moving towards each other, ready to meet in a rushing wave.

“I don’t know what you’re life has been like. I know
it’s been a lot…rougher. But, you know, there’s something that’s been missing
from my perfect American girlhood,” I said, finally within a foot of him. In
the dim light reflected off the lake he only looked more handsome, more
mysterious, more of a delicious puzzle that I could never solve – but which
would also never bore me. My heart was racing. I wondered if he could hear it.

“I never went skinny-dipping,” I said finally. I heard
him chuckle, could just make out his face as his eyebrows rose.

“That…that’s it? That’s what’s missing?
Skinny-dipping? Oh, little sister…”

“No, please, don’t do that. Don’t patronize me,” I
said. I’d been ready for this reaction: I was ready for pretty much any
reaction he could possibly have had. Outside of the four whole hours of sleep
I’d gotten, I hadn’t stopped thinking about this moment. I reached out and
grabbed his hand, slipping his fingers between mine, relishing the feel of
every callous and line on his palm against my soft, smooth skin.

“Just indulge me,” I said in what I hoped was a husky
whisper. Suddenly, his hand was on my face, cupping my chin, and he was pulling
me towards him, and then our mouths met, wet and warm and oh-so-sexy. Our
tongues fell together and apart, his teasing, mine demanding. As a
newly-deflowered virgin, I didn’t know what kind of lover I was, or what role I
was supposed to be playing. All I knew was how my pussy tingled, how my nipples
hardened, how my flesh stood up like needles, how much I wanted him.

Boon’s hand left my face, his other hand pulled away
from mine, and he tore at my dress, trying to rip it off but eventually just
dragging it over my head. I held my arms up, willing. As soon as the dress hit
the sand, my hands were at his belt, pulling and tugging until it gave way. He
pulled his shirt up as I shimmied his pants to his ankles. On my way down, I
couldn’t help but notice how rock-hard he already was, his massive cock
standing at attention before my face. I looked up at him. His hand fell to my hair,
stroking it.

I leaned forward, licking the tip of his cock
tentatively, tasting salty pre-cum on the tip. The taste was almost addictive.
I wrapped my lips around the head, letting my tongue play over the soft flesh,
exploring the texture, relishing the taste. He groaned, inspiring me further,
and I put my hands on his thighs to brace myself.

Moving forward, I slipped another inch of his cock
into my mouth, playing with the sides of the head with my tongue while sucking
in. His grip on my head increased in pressure and I felt him pulling me
forward, more of his cock slipping into my eager throat. I ran my tongue along
the underside, still unsure of myself, still so new to sex and everything about
it.

I looked up, hoping to see if I was doing it right. He
had his head thrown back. Sensing my hesitation, he pulled my head even
further, forcing more of himself into me. Almost too much. I gagged, spit
flying from my mouth, and felt my teeth accidentally graze his flesh. I pulled
back immediately.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I said in a rush.

“I don’t fucking care,” he growled, the rough words
turning me on even more, and pushed on my head again. I took him quickly,
making sure to keep my teeth between my lips as I slid my mouth up and down on
his member. It was pulsing in my mouth, I could feel a vein running along the
underside, stroked it with my tongue, felt his thighs quivering.

I moved further and further, pushed along by his
powerful grip, until I had taken in all I could handle. I let go of one of his
thighs and grabbed what was left of his cock, stroking it slightly as I let him
fuck my mouth, his hips thrusting into my throat. I could barely breathe, was
almost crying, but it was so damn sexy, my body was on fire with need as he
held my head in place.

When he finally let go, I was almost propelled
backwards onto the sand. He looked down on me, that devilish grin that had so
charmed me on his face, and suddenly took off running to the water. I had to
laugh at that: I laughed even more at the holler he let out as the cold water
hit him.

“Fuck!”

I stood up, watching him wade into the water,
wondering how cold it really was. He turned when the water was about halfway up
to his chest, his eyes hovering over my perky breasts, alive with the tickling
from the warm night’s breeze.

I did my best to give him a saucy smile as I followed
him into the water; it was cold, but not as cold as he’d made it seem. With
each step, the water lapped at my taut flesh, igniting more arousal within me.

“Wait,” Boon called out. I stopped, waited, wondering
what he’d say.

“Pose for me,” he said, speaking just loud enough for
me to hear him, his voice low and demanding. I blushed in the moonlight,
thankful that he couldn’t see.
Pose? I’m
not a model…
even through the darkness, though, I could feel his eyes
moving hungrily over my young body. My B-cup breasts were jiggling as I
steadied myself on the soft floor of the lake. I saw Boon’s arm moving in the
water, realized he was stroking himself under the water. The thought of
parading myself for him as he watched suddenly seemed very, very appealing.

The water was right at my thighs, and I turned around,
showing him my perky, cream-white ass, bending over slightly and pushing it
out. I heard him groan in approval. Turning around, I cupped my breasts,
arching my back, watching him watch me and loving it.

I began to move forward again, stopping every few
steps to show off my body and pose like a model. Finally, the distance between
us was no more than a foot. He reached out, grabbing me and pulling me to him,
the water between us offering the slightest resistance.

I was used to the temperature now, found it
comforting, like a warm bath, and could even feel the heat baking off Boon’s
body as he brought me in, kissing me softly on the lips, light as could be. He
leaned down, kissing along my jaw line, nibbling lightly at my earlobe, my
neck. My breasts pressed against his chest, my nipples hard and excited,
tingles of pleasure racing through me.

 
“I want to
feel you inside me,” I whispered, trying to act confident. It was true, but
saying the words felt so wrong, so dirty, that it made me shiver. My mouth
found his flesh, my lips hungry, my tongue tracing the tattoos on his chest and
shoulders. I nibbled slightly, savoring the masculine taste of him as I ran my
hands down his muscled arms.
 

Boon’s arm brushed against my erect nipple as he ran
his hand across my shoulder and down my arm, down to my belly, his eyes
following the trail of his hand as though his touch was lighting my body up in
the darkness. Every sense in my skin heightened, sparking under his fingertips;
he was an artist with his touch and I realized I’d always surrender to it,
every time.

Dropping his hands to the back of my thighs, Boon
raised me out of the water, holding me close, my clit against his stomach; his
mouth hovered over one of my nipples, the heat of his breath sending a shiver
down my torso and stoking the fire between my legs. I moaned as he took my
nipple between his teeth, teasing it with a little nibble.

His lips surrounded my nipple, one of his hands rising
to cup my breast; he was holding me in the water with one arm, my legs wrapped
around his torso. I could feel my body moving of its own accord, my hips
thrusting slightly as my clit rubbed against his abs, his attention to my
breasts making me crazier each second.

Boon took first one nipple and then the other into his
mouth; I could feel my juices flowing, painting his torso, my arousal stirring
like a wild animal woken up. Boon walked forward slightly, moving us closer to
the shore, bringing the water level just below his waist line, exposing his
huge cock as it broke clear of the water, still erect.

His grip on me faltered slightly and I slid down,
relishing the feeling against my clit and then, when I felt it, the way his
dick pressed against my slit. That wild animal we’d woken up was hungry,
starving, desperate, crying out for satisfaction as the slightest pressure from
his cock against my pussy made me moan.

Suddenly, Boon released me; at first, I faltered, but
then caught myself by allowing my body to float on the water. His hands grabbed
my hips, pulling me back towards me, lifting me slightly so that his cock
aligned with my opening. I arched my back, my hips pushing into him, and my
legs wrapped around his waist. Our eyes met, the moonlight shining off them,
the heat between us palpable, as he slowly began to enter me.

“Touch yourself,” he growled, still maintaining eye
contact. My hand floated to my clit as he pressed, slowly, slowly, so slowly,
into me, opening my pussy, tearing it in half with his girth. I’d never
masturbated before, but my passion guided me, and I circled my engorged clit,
letting the feeling soak into my bones, mingling with the pure pleasure of his
entering me.
 

I pushed harder against his dick, my legs tightening
around him, feeling the water around me gently guide my body.
 
The small, almost imperceptible waves in
the water tickled my thighs, caressed my flesh, and I moaned as my fingers
slipped over my clit.

Boon shuddered as he finally entered me fully, his
dick firm and round, extending deep into my hot slit. My body tensed, my
muscles clenching around his shaft, welcoming him, wanting him, wanting more of
him. He was impossibly strong, basically supporting my whole weight against
him. I was leaning back slightly, the water just kissing my ass, tickling the
flesh under my pussy as it stretched and pulsed around his cock.
 

Suddenly, Boon lifted me fully out of the water,
driving his cock even deeper into me, pulling a cry from my throat, hitting a
small, warm, tender spot deep inside me. I felt like all the blood in my body
rushed to my face, then back to my pussy; Boon began to walk forward, staying
inside me, each stride pulsing his cock inside my slit.

“Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh god,” I moaned with each step,
feeling the head of his cock piercing me as he walked towards the shore. He was
so strong, too strong, my hands flew to his arms, my legs still wrapped around
his waist, my mind erased in pure ecstasy until he finally laid me down on the
sand at the edge of the water. He pulled away, then, and I protested, not
wanting to lose the steadily building pressure inside me.