CULVER: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (6 page)

My breathing became quick and shallow as Boon began to pump in and out of
me, his huge cock driving deep inside me. I could feel every inch of him in my
tender, virgin pussy, felt him lighting up my nerves like fireworks. I held
tighter to his biceps, watched his chest move above mine, bit my lip and moaned
as he began to speed up. My hips began to rise and fall to meet his strokes,
wanting to feel him even more.

I felt my face flush with heat, my nails dig into his strong arms, my
heart beating fast as the wave rose inside me again. It was different this
time, my muscles clenched tighter and tighter as he dove into me hitting
someplace sweet, someplace that drew my eyes into the back of my head. I
croaked in pleasure, not caring how I looked or sounded, my legs crossing over
his lower back to allow him to enter deeper. He began to slam into me harder, I
could hear his balls smacking against me as his hips thrust against mine. He
would grind into me with each stroke, giving me seconds of precious
satisfaction before drawing out again.

My ears started to ring. He was fucking me faster now, harder, I could
feel the sweat dripping from him, hear his labored breathing, smell his musk.
The wave inside me rose, rose, rose as I felt, simultaneously, something
blooming inside me. My pussy was soaked, my muscles felt like they were about
to snap, he was fucking me so hard that I was bouncing up and down on the
mattress, clinging to him for dear life as he pistoned into me.

And in a split second, in a flash, I felt the wave breaking once more,
sweet release trickling through my body, Boon grabbing me close as he slammed
into me a final time, his cock driven straight to what felt like the very end
of my pussy.

I felt warm, hot liquid gushing into me, massaging my pussy as it milked
his cock, nerves still like fireworks as he held my shuddering, virgin body. My
pussy squeezed and clenched around his cock, wanting him to stay inside
forever, wanting this feeling forever, wanting him forever.

Boon shuddered once more, the last of his cum bursting into me, sending
me into a final, teeth-grinding throe of ecstasy. I moaned as he collapsed on
top of me, both our bodies thick with sweat, both panting and flush with the
glow of sex.

I felt…new. I felt alive, awake, but sleepy, contented. I felt like I
could have laid there forever, or at least all night. When I looked at the
clock, though, I knew that I had to go: Becky and Alicia would probably still
be sleeping, but if I wasn’t there in the morning…

“Holy shit,” Boon said, finally, turning to me. I smiled nervously; I
could feel his cum leaking out of me, relished it.

“Yeah,” I said back. “Thank you.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, thank me.”

I got up, searching the floor for my shorts and panties. When I stood up,
I could feel more of Boon’s cum dripping out, and looking down saw where it had
mingled with the blood from my freshly de-virginized pussy.

“You have to go?” Boon said, leaning on his elbows. I was surprised at
the disappointment in his voice; I figured a guy like him was used to ushering
women out of the room afterwards. He just didn’t look very…cuddly.

“My friends will miss me,” I said, cocking my head, trying to figure out
his angle.

“I wish you’d stay,” was all he said as he lowered himself back down. I
have to admit, that did make me feel really good to hear. “How long are you
here for?”

“Til Monday,” I said, pulling on my shorts and reaching for my top.

“Can I see you again?”

I stopped in the middle of the pulling the shirt on.
Can he? See me again? Does he actually want to, or is he just being
nice? I shouldn’t…

He sensed my hesitation and leaned upwards again, eyes beseeching.

“Or would that ruin the ‘stranger’ aspect of your goal?” He seemed
genuine, but I didn’t know. Well, I mean, I knew that I wanted to see him
again: I could feel myself growing sadder and sadder about leaving each second
that past between us.

“I just don’t know…” I finally muttered, pulling my shirt on all the way.
I turned away, trying to think.
I want to
see him again, I do, but I can’t, I shouldn’t, I can’t get any more attached
than I already am…

“You can take time. Think about it. I’ll be here,” he finally said from
behind me. I looked back at him over my shoulder. His blue eyes were
beseeching, calm, comforting. His hair was messed and tousled, his smile shy
and lopsided. I felt my chest turning to rubber.
Fuck,
I thought.

Fuck, indeed.

~
11
~

I
tried to be quiet getting back into the hotel room, but it wouldn’t have
mattered. I walked in the door on my tiptoes, turning to make sure that it
didn’t make a sound when it closed. When I turned back around, the room
suddenly lit up. Alicia and Becky were both awake, both sitting on the couch,
both looking at me with eyebrows raised.

“Where
have you been, young lady?” Becky said, her voice mockingly grown-up.

“Oh,
hey guys, I uh….” I said, stammering, mind racing.

“Do
you know what time it is?”

“Do
you know how
long
we’ve been up
waiting for you?”

“How
could you be so irresponsible?”

“We’re
so disappointed in you.”

“How
big is his cock?” That last statement came from Alicia and the moment she
blurted it out we all lost it, laughing and screaming.

“Oh
my GOD, Samantha, you didn’t REALLY, did you?” Alicia finally said, tears
streaming down her face.

“Tell
us EVERY detail, right now,” Becky added. “And you better not be too sore for
hiking tomorrow!”

I
rushed to join them on the couch; we covered ourselves in blankets and I told
them everything, from the text to the two mind-blowing orgasms. Once I got
through the dirty details, we talked about how I felt, whether or not I should
see him again. Becky thought I should leave it as it was, not try and see him
again. Alicia thought I should spent the rest of the trip in bed with him. We
fell asleep in the early morning, all bundled up together on the couch.

The next day, we hiked in the baking heat, taking lots of pictures and
admiring the stunning desert views. The whole hike, though, I was fighting with
myself about Boon. I should see him, I shouldn’t, I should, I shouldn’t. I must
have been visibly distracted, because both Alicia and Becky picked up on it.

“You’re thinking about him a lot,” Becky said when we stopped for a
snack.

“Well, yeah, I mean, I did lose my V-card to him. I just don’t know
whether or not I should see him again…”

“You shouldn’t. You had your fun. If you end it now, you won’t get hurt
anymore. It’ll be a great story, a fun thing to remember, but you won’t end up
hurting. If you see him again, you’ll just get even more invested,” Becky said,
speaking truthfully and wisely. I knew she was right. It was also really
irritating how right she was. Because I wanted to see Boon; even though I knew
it was the wrong decision, the wrong thing to want, I couldn’t avoid the
desire.

“Listen,” Alicia broke in, “I think you should see him again. Just, like,
totally go crazy and have a million orgasms. But Becky’s right, too. I mean, if
it were me, I’d see him again. But you’re a little more…I don’t know, serious,
Sammy. You could get your heart into real trouble playing with his kind of
fire.”

I nodded, listening to them both and thinking about how right they were.
And yet…

That night, we went out to dinner and had celebratory drinks. The next
two days were more of the same thing we’d been doing: lounging, drinking,
dancing, having fun. I tried to push Boon out of my mind anytime he entered,
but I couldn’t help but look for him everywhere. In restaurants, at bars, in
clubs, in stores, on the street. I always had my eyes out for his tall, ripped
body, his tattoo-covered arms, his long blonde hair….

I didn’t see him. And I didn’t text him. And I didn’t get any texts from
him. It hurt, a little, but I knew that seeing him again would only make it
hurt more. On the last night of our trip, Alicia, Becky, and I bought a bunch
of helium balloons. Then, we each wrote our secrets, hopes, and regrets onto
slips of paper and tied them to the strings. We went out to the pool and
released them, watching the balloons fly into the night sky.

We didn’t share what we’d written. I’m glad we didn’t. Because I’d only written
one thing on all my pieces of paper.

Boon, Boon, Boon.

~
12
~

On the morning we were set to leave, the hotel room was a total mess of
clothes, shoes, conditioner, and all the frivolous souvenirs we’d picked up. We
were all rushing around like chickens trying to fit everything into our
suitcases and into the car. Around 10am, there was a knock on the door. We
didn’t have to check out for another half hour, so we had no idea who it could
be.

Flustered and irritated, I threw the door open.

“Yes?” I asked shortly before even looking to see who it was.

Boon stood with a grin on his face, his handsome, handsome face. My hands
dropped to my sides, my mouth popped open in surprise.

“Tag, you’re it,” he said. I laughed. Becky and Alicia both came behind
me to see who it was; as soon as they saw, they exchanged a look and laughed.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Mr. Stud,” Alicia said, always the
embarrassing one. I shushed her and asked if they would give us some privacy.

“Um, I don’t know if you know, Sammy, but we gotta be out of here in,
like, thirty minutes. There’s no privacy at check-out time,” Becky said,
rolling her eyes.

“Shut up, buzzkill. Don’t worry, Samantha, I’ll finish packing for you.
Go out on the balcony or something,” Alicia said, totally redeeming herself. I
smiled at her and opened the door wider to let Boon in. We walked through the
pillow-strewn living room to the balcony, and I gave my friends one last look
before stepping out to join him in the heat.

“Wow, so…uh. Wait, how did you find me?” I asked, questioning his
presence for the first time.

“I have my ways,” he said back, moving closer to me. I felt my heart
speed up as he closed the gap between us. I wanted him to touch me. I didn’t
want him to touch me. I didn’t know what I wanted.

“Okay, creepy,” I said playfully, allowing him to encircle me in his
strong arms and pull me in for a kiss. His mouth on mine felt so right. Like it
belonged there for all eternity. When he pulled away, my head was spinning.

“I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye,” he said, eyes locked
onto mine.

“I’m…I’m glad,” I said, telling the truth but also scared of what I was
saying.

“Samantha, you probably won’t believe me, but you’re…you’re so different.
From the girls I’ve known. I….I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.
You…you make me feel like a cicada,” he said, his voice sounding strange.

“A cicada?” I asked, my eyebrows raised at the odd simile. He chuckled.

“Not very romantic, I know. But here’s the thing about cicadas; they live
for, like, thirty years sleeping under the ground. For thirty years they just
sleep in the dirt. And then, suddenly, one summer, they wake up, and they make
all that noise, just for one summer,” he said. “You’re my summer. You woke me
up.”

I blushed; no one had ever spoken to me so sweetly, so genuinely. It was
still a weird simile, but it made me giddy.

“So I couldn’t let you leave,” he said, moving towards me. Just as he
grabbed my waist, we heard banging on the door to the balcony. It was Alicia.
She was motioning towards the door, where all our luggage was sitting. She
waved, signaling to me that they were leaving, going to the lobby. I turned
back to Boon, smiled.

“But…I mean…this is it. I…I’m going home now,” I said, sure that I sounded
like the biggest loser.

“I know. I know, but I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye,”
Boon said, pulling me to him and planting another earth-shaking kiss on my
lips. I felt my pussy getting wet immediately as his tongue probed mine, our
mouths meeting in bliss. My hands flew to his strong chest, and I pressed
against him, remembering the feeling of his cock in me. I broke away,
breathless. His eyes on mine were sweet but…carnal. Glancing down, I saw his
hardness through his pants. I looked back up at him quickly.

“I wish we had more time,” I said, biting my lip, trying to suffocate the
burgeoning desire between my legs.

“There’s always time,” Boon growled back, suddenly grabbing my wrist and
pulling him behind him. He led me through the hotel room and out to the
hallway. I was in a short dress, and the sudden chill of the air conditioning
made my nipples stand out and caused goosebumps to emerge all over my body. It
didn’t help that Boon’s grip on my wrist was demanding, merciless.

He dragged me to the elevator and pushed the down button. We were on a
very high floor, and it always took forever for the elevator to get to us. Boon
pushed me against the wall, grabbing my thighs and lifting me towards him, his
mouth hungry, his hands forceful. I felt my heartbeat rising, my slit growing
wet under his touch. He was dominating me, and I loved it. I wanted to be taken
right there, right in the hallway, where anyone could see. We heard the pinging
of the elevator arriving and Boon broke away, but maintained his grip on me.

The elevator arrived, doors sliding open. Boon pushed me ahead of him and
slammed me into the wall, the metal bar at my bottom; just within reach of my
hands.
 
I use it to brace myself as
he slid his hands up my thighs; feverishly searching for my hips. The motion of
the elevator lurching up sent a slight butterfly through my stomach, increasing
the intensity of the moment.
 

“Should we push the stop button?’ my words came out in haste as my leg
stretched to reach the button; his hand grazed my wet pussy under my dress.

“No, don’t,” his breath heated, his voice murky with desire and
excitement.
 
Boon stroked my thigh
lightly and then slid his finger inside me, drawing a gasp from my throat. I
couldn’t believe I was doing this: fooling around in an elevator with a guy I’d
just met a few days ago, no regard given to the fact that it could stop at any
moment.

My body lunged forward onto his hand of its own accord, wanting to feel
more of him inside my wet slit; my hand fell to his waist, finding the button to
his jeans. I undid his pants quickly, knowing at any minute the door could
open, leaving us exposed.
 

I felt his cock protruding from his waist band as he responded to my
touch by pushing me even further against the wall, his finger curling inside
me, hitting sweetness that I’d never imagined before. I moaned again as his
lips dropped to my neck, lighting my skin on fire with kisses.
 

Boon reached up and took my shoulder, holding me tight, bearing down on
me. He eased himself between my open, willing thighs. I drew my legs around his
waist, opening more for him, welcoming him.
 
I felt the head of his cock against my
pussy and felt my slit aching to be filled again. He pressed into me with a
groan, his huge member stretching me and making my body cry out for more. Rich,
hot ripples of passion rocked my muscles, my blood turning fevered as it
delivered pleasure to every inch of me.
  

Boon held himself inside me for a long moment, our hearts seeming to beat
in one desperate melody, then began to thrust into me over and over, reaching
deep inside me with his long shaft. My body cantered with his as he plunged in,
his cock thickening with power; my fingers traced the tattoos along his strong,
ripped forearms and I threw my head back, closing my eyes and reveling at the
way my pussy rippled along his cock.

Boon’s hand lifted up to my hair, pulling my head even further back as I
the heat increased between my legs. The slight, tingling pain of Boon’s grip on
my hair only added to my pleasure, my crazed desire. My eyes darted to the
light bar above the door: three more floors. My body was matching Boon’s
thrusts now, my hips pumping against his, taking him deep.
 

He pushed in and arched his back; my body ground down on him, my muscles
feeling like they were about to snap from tension. It felt like he was
searching for something inside me, and his grip on me increased as he pushed
into me, until finally I felt the head of his cock hit a spot inside me,
somewhere hidden, that lit up my whole world like a jackpot on a slot machine.
My pussy pulsed in response, my movements becoming quick and desperate as he
thrust into the spot again and again, flames rushing to my face, unable to hold
back anymore.
 

“Oh, God, fuck, Boon, I’m commingg…” I cried out as I felt my juices
release on his cock, my body cooling in an instant as wave after wave of
pleasure immersed me in heaven. My pussy clenched around his hard cock, as
though embracing it, thanking it, and I moaned as I felt the first hot spurt of
his cum inside me, my body straining towards him, each burst massaging my
still-buzzing pussy. My thighs clenched around his waist, hard, and I held him
to me until every last drop of his cum was covering my once-virgin pussy.

Ding.

In an instant, we had separated and were standing, panting and flushed,
side-by-side as the elevator doors opened. I patted my dress down, smoothing it
out, and felt Boon’s cum dripping down my thighs. My face flushed with sex, I
tried to steady my breathing; swallowing hard to moisten my dry throat.

I spotted Becky and Alicia lounging on one of the couches in the lobby
and made a bee-line towards them. Their eyebrows rose at the same exact time,
expressions of surprise plastered on their face. I guess it was pretty obvious
that the elevator ride had been…eventful. I stopped for a moment, looking
around to see if Boon was following me. He wasn’t. He was standing next to the
elevator, watching me with a strangely sad look on his face.

It was like looking at him through a screen of people: one moment we had
a clear line of sight, the next moment a bellboy pushing a luggage cart would
make him disappear. And then, all at once, he didn’t reappear. My heart missed
a beat as I looked for him, but he was gone. One moment he’d been right there
and then, no more. As though he’d been swallowed up by the hotel. I felt his
cum leaking out of me slowly as my heart took a nose-dive.

So that’s it. That’s the end
of my grand Vegas adventure. I lose my virginity, start to fall in love, and
then it’s over. Wham-bam,
I thought, staring at the place Boon had just been. Tears
pricked at my eyes but I wiped them away before turning back to Alicia and
Becky, who immediately noticed my distress and jumped to encircle me in a hug.
I felt myself wanting to sob, but held back, fortified by the strength of my
friends.

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened,” Becky said.
Becky the walking bumper sticker,
I
thought to myself with a smile. It was so cliché, so corny, and so Becky. I
felt love for both my friends welling up inside me and knew that it would be
okay. As long as we three had each other, no boy could break my heart forever.

Not even Boon.