Hell on Heelz (Asphalt Gods' MC) (14 page)

He touched his temple and grimaced. “Still sore.”

Even making a face he was hot. I looked back to the water. “This is a peaceful place.”

“No one knows about it, the club I mean.”

“That’s good.” My shoulders relaxed even more knowing there wouldn’t be any trouble coming.

“You need another beer?”

Picking up the bottle, I saw I’d finished the whole thing already. “Sure.”

He went inside through the sliding glass doors to get two more beers. Coming back out, he handed me one. Our hands touched briefly but our eyes met again and stuck. His gaze was intense. He wanted me just as much as I did him. I inhaled, waiting, wondering which one of us would make the first move.

His mouth formed a playful smile before he said, “We could go for a swim.”

The water seemed pretty clear, but I didn’t like the idea of what could be living in it. Besides, I didn’t have a suit. I said as much, and he suggested I look in the top drawer of the biggest dresser in the bedroom for one. I started to refuse and to remind him that bathing suits weren’t one size fit all or something, but Mud took off his shirt and slipped off his shoes. With his shirt off, he was even more irresistible.

Oh, to hell with it, I was here to live
.

Any other time I’d have stripped down too. Who needed a suit? However, what was happening here felt different than a romp at the Roost. After all, he’d proposed me putting on a bathing suit instead of me skinny dipping like any man at the club would’ve recommended right off. I let him lead me to the bedroom where he found a multicolored striped bikini. It was pretty dated like it was from the seventies, but I didn’t ask because I noticed the framed photo of a woman on the dresser.

Mud saw me looking. “That’s my mom. It was her suit. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind. So, the Gods’ don’t know about this place?”

“It was my parent’s cabin.”

Mud stepped in close and put his arms around me like we’ve known each other for ages. “Tonight were just people.” He picked up and nervously, twirled a strand of my hair. “I’m taking a few days off, from the club, and I don’t want to think about it. You want to forget with me?”

Looking up to his face, I was so honest it hurt. “You don’t know how good that sounds.” My trembling fingers traced the delicate patterns of tattoos on his bare chest. As I was wondering about the designs, what they meant to him, my eyes focusing on the realistic heart over his own with four arrows through it, his warm mouth found my ear.

He sucked on my lobe before whispering, “Name’s Nathan tonight.”

I giggled a bit before I told him, “I’m Edie.”

Bringing my hand to his lips, he laid a gentle kiss to it. “No, tonight you’re mine.”

I huffed before I caught myself and stopped rolling my eyes. I’d been about to tell him off, tell him I’d never belong to anyone, but I told myself he was just flirting and tonight I wasn’t Rage, bitch extraordinaire, Road Captain of the Heelz, I was Edie Pearl. “We’ll see about that,” I said instead as I smiled at his cheesy line.

On that note, he left me to change. I put on the bottoms, noticing they didn’t cover as much as Edie would normally like and the top was even worse. I might as well have been wearing pasties. However, it wasn’t like I planned to wear the suit long. It’s not like I could hold out all night. After all, Edie might not get another chance. Then I thought about how silly all this was, this date. It wasn’t like Mud and I could have a relationship or something, him being with a rival club and all. All the same, I decided to live in this moment and join Mud, or rather Nathan for a swim.

As soon as I went through the double doors and stepped foot on the deck, Mud swooped me up like I was a blushing bride and ran to the edge of the water with me. He was going to throw me in.

“Oh, hell no!” I yelled as I felt my heart thud.

Mud stopped on a dime. “You can swim, right?”

“Yass,” I exhaled, that was beside the point, but with that he did it—he tossed me out. I could scarcely believe it as I found myself up in the air. I hadn’t even planned on getting my hair wet. Then gravity found me and sent my ass cannonballing. At least the water was warm enough. My feet touched the slimy mud at the bottom of the pond as I blew out through my nose.  As I propelled to the surface something hit my leg—only a log, I told myself.

I came up wiping my eyes, trying not to sputter. Thankfully, my feet didn’t touch the icky ground anymore. Floating with my head above the water, I watched
Nathan
lose his jeans and his underwear. Holy hell, what a glorious site. Already, he was a heaping helping of man with his rolling, rippling muscles, splattering of tattoos and beard. His cock was the cherry on the man-cocktail. And it wasn’t a bit flaccid. He was ready to go. And he was going to jump in. Hold on, wait a minute, he stopped to let down his honey hair. It draped down to his biceps. And on him, long hair wasn’t feminine at all.

Mud dove in like they do on the Olympics. I turned and swam all the way to the far end as he came after me. He shot up through the water beside me, and I splashed him as a last line of defense, laughing the whole time. The onslaught of water didn’t stop him from snatching me up again and spinning me around like a top. Feeling exhilarated and free of worry, I hooped aloud. When Mud stopped spinning, we were face to face. My arms and legs clung to him, my hands on his massive biceps and my thighs wrapped around his middle. Placing his arm around my back, he hunkered down in the water and paddled us over to the shallow end of the pond.

Lifting me to sit on the bank, Mud stared at me again but this time his blue globes burned with a need, animalistic intent. They fell to my lips. It’d been a long time since I let a man kiss me. I mean really kiss me, full on the lips. Part of me wanted to run to my bike and let my misery lead me far away. But my bike was long gone.

I gulped as a feeling fluttered through me. It was unmistakable, I wanted to be kissed, longed for it. Breathlessly, I waited.
Nathan's
wet scruffy beard nuzzled my cheek before I tasted his soft mouth on mine. My arms went around his middle, as I gave in. As his silky tongue parted my lips, his hands went to my wet hair. He steadied my head so he could give me the kiss of a lifetime. With impatient force, rough but tender all at once, Mud devoured my lips, my tongue. Shivers coursed through me as my heart sped in my chest.

Good lord, I wasn’t expecting that.

His hands fell to my hips, and I jerked as his thumbs went into the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

Good gravy, things just got serious.

He broke our kiss as he came as close to me as he could get. His eyes fell to my hands as I reached beneath the water to stroke his erection. I took the long, hard shaft in my hands.
Nathan
glanced up, and I could feel my bottom lip squeeze between my teeth.

Oh, he was as hard as a rock, and I could barely wrap my hand around his cock.

His nostrils flared before he proceeded to untie my top. I lifted my arms so he could pull it entirely away. Exposed to the breeze, I felt my nipples harden even more. He glanced down, cupping my breasts as if he was saying hello to them. Then he was peering down farther. I looked down to my bottoms too, the final barrier between us. As I was admiring the contrast of our skin against each other, his wet calloused hands rolled over me, moving over my breasts, caressing my stomach ever so lightly until finally tracing over the edge of my bottoms. Breathing heavily, I felt myself shudder with anticipation. His hand went between my thighs, his fingers petting me through the thin wet fabric. I moaned softly at his touch. Our eyes met again, his seeking permission and mine saying,
take me
.

Nathan
captured my lips, kissing me again. His tongue plunged once, before he whispered against my lips, “Wrap your legs around me.” I did and his hands slid under me, lifting me off the bank and out of the water completely as if I weighed nothing. My heart pounded in expectation as he carried me around the pond, through the double doors of the cabin to the bedroom and carefully laid me down on his bed. Mud was over me, his skin still slick, dripping around me. I could feel my hair was getting the duvet wet. Darker in the bedroom, the cool air amplified the warmth of his breath on my face, the humid sensation of his wet skin against mine. I threw my head back as he ground his cock against my bikini bottoms. I lifted my pelvis to make more contact with him. He halfway gasped, rocking himself against me. My stomach twisted. I felt so empty and wanted to be filled up.

Hastily, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of the thin straps but slowly pulled the wet bottoms down my legs. My legs shook as he gently kissed my upper thigh. My hand weaved into his long damp hair. His mouth inched closer to my hot, waiting center.

Opening my legs, I felt his warm breath before his tongue traced over my clit, gingerly, then with more gusto. His strokes turned into a glorious beating rhythm, and I didn’t even mind the beard rubbing against me. The gentle scratching only amplified my pleasure. He took his time, arousing me but stopped short of giving me complete satisfaction.

Nathan leaned over me again, smiling as I blushed. His kisses landed this time on my neck. My eyelids heavy and breathing labored, I reached below, searching. My hand explored his rippled abs and down further into his soft hair. I took his cock in my hands, stroking it, eagerly.

Before I knew it, Mud covered me completely. He gripped my hips on either side. The head of his cock butted against my clit while he found the other right spot. I spread my legs out. He split my lips with a few strokes, before he plunged into me gruffly. Tears came to my eyes as I felt the gush, a satisfying warmth as he heaved inside. Our bodies surged together. He filled me but stilled inside for a moment.

Wordlessly, he got my attention. Our eyes on each other’s faces, we began. I bucked my hips to meet his potent strokes. We clung to one another, slick with sweat, our bodies radiating so much heat. With my arms wrapped around him, I dug my fingers into his back. He howled but didn’t slow down his delicious thrusts.

Remembering his new ink, I hung onto his shoulders until his elbows dropped and he smashed into me, my breasts against him. I welcomed the feeling of being flattened as he used all his weight this time, his blows slower yet so powerful. Soon I was overwhelmed, no longer able to hold back and moaned with the increased intensity of each penetration. He was stamping out an uncontrollable fire. Our bodies’ vibrations traveled deep into my soul as if we weren’t fucking at all but making love. As that fact hit me, Muds eyes said as much. My heart didn’t argue as my body gave into the gravity of it that sucked me into an abyss of the rarest pleasure. He captured my lips, falling with me.

It was still early in the evening when Mud and I came out of our sex fog. As we untangled, I realized I had no regrets. And I was Edie, not Rage, because she never had any to begin with.

Mud found me a robe and led me to the kitchen. As promised, he made us a couple of venison steaks, a can of beans and laid out the Doritos too. Paired with a cold beer, I couldn’t have asked for more, especially since I hadn’t really eaten for days. Not to mention the fact, I always liked to eat after sex like some folks smoked.

We’d talked very candidly all through our meal, stealing glances at one another as we told our stories. Before long, I found out he’d been an orphan. He’d been doing the Gods’ bidding since he was fourteen. I told him about growing up being the rope in a tug of war between two families and how my husband had left me for someone with a much smaller backside.

“I was really hoping you were bi-sexual,” he joked.

I threw my napkin at him.

Mud said he guessed he was a white mutt, one that tans pretty well. “Heard my Granddad was Sicilian maybe. I don’t know much else about my family, where they come from. My parents died when I was twelve, no grandparents living, no aunts or uncles who’d take me. I was in and out of foster homes a while.”

“I told him about my kids, since I’d already mentioned having them, about them growing up, not identifying with any race, really, and not truly seeing color themselves. That I’d liked it that way.

His memory seemed to jog as he nodded.

“They’re twins,” I added, trying not to think too hard on them. If I did, I’d break down and be a mess.

“That’s nice,” he said but looked away like he wasn’t the least bit interested.

My mind settled on the fact I was much older than him as we cleared the table, but Mud only wanted dessert.

He’d slithered his hand in my robe to caress my backside.  “Let me get this straight. A man left this?”

I laughed, thinking how I felt no love for Neil anymore. “He sure did.” I towed the robe straight and began wiping his table.

Mud was behind me and took the opportunity to bend me over the sturdy wood. Normally this kind of manhandling would have set me off, but I was intrigued. Lifting up the robe this time, Mud crooned, “Edie, any man that would give up this ass can’t be a real man. Did he leave you for Sugar?”

“No, he left me for a stick figure,” I said, pulling down the robe again.

Mud had other ideas, running his finger down the crack of my ass to my drenching core. He fondled me, too skillfully, awakening my desire for him again. He flipped me over and had me spread out naked on the table like a Thanksgiving turkey, my legs up and together at the ankles. He began stuffing me and tugging at my breasts as if I were a big piece of meat. I didn’t mind. As much as I appreciated our passionate session on the bed, I reveled in this lustful, raunchy one. Before long he was sitting in a kitchen chair as I teased him with a lap dance—then I was impaling myself onto him, riding him like he was a bucking bronco.

Somehow we made it to the couch, at least the back of it. Mud slung me over it. My breast swung heavily down as he spread my knees. He began fingering me in this position and then he grabbed my ass hard. He slapped it, and I looked back at him, daring him to do it again.

Holding onto my shoulders, he entered me from behind, grunting as I reared back to meet him. We were wild, fucking all over the room, against walls, holding on to the coffee table, down to the floor, like animals trying to scratch an insatiable itch. 

On all fours on the floor, still inside me, Mud spied his bag from the hardware store and a mischievous grin overtook his face.

“Remember when I told you the cuffs might come in handy.”

“Yes,” I managed, dying to play whatever he was getting at.

Giving up control, I let him cuff my hands together, but then he pulled out a long ass chain.

“What on Gods’ green earth are you doing with that?”

“Don’t you trust me?” Mud, Nathan, whoever, he bit his bottom lip as his expression turned to silky sexuality, delicious and innocent enough.

However, in the back of my mind, I thought, you’re my enemy. “I don’t trust anyone these days.”

“Understood, but I’m asking you to trust me to give you the best orgasm of your life.”

Mama always said to recognize when you had been given a gracious plenty, I had but I craved another helping.

Without me even saying yes, he threw the chain up in the air, slinging it over the wooden rafters. Directing me to raise my arms, he attached the cuffs with me in them to the chain.

I swallowed, uncertainty spreading on my face.

“Don’t worry,” he said but fashioned a handkerchief and started to blindfold me.

“Hold up.” I didn’t know if I could give up this much control.

Putting a finger to my lips, he continued with the blindfold, making it clear he was in charge.

My arms stretched overhead, shackled, I felt there was only darkness and Mud’s touch. Taking his time, he oiled me up, teasing every part of me. It was a sexual massage.

He made me feel tiny, lifting me up onto his shoulders and licking my pussy, giving me yet another orgasm. When he set me down, my legs wobbled under me. I didn’t know if I could take much more. I wasn’t as young as him.

Still blindfolded, I felt his mouth hot on my neck again. He was such a kisser, a big turn on. An even bigger turn on, his desire for me. I felt his erection slap against me. Clutching my ass cheeks, Mud lifted me, lined me up and let me slide, smack back onto his shaft hard. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he gyrated into my suspended pussy. The weight of me made his cock hit something deep or just in the right spot. When I came, I almost passed out.

I woke on the couch, on top of Mud’s warm chest. When I raised up, I felt so weak. Sex with him had been a workout. He drew me back into his arms, and strangely, I enjoyed being wrapped in a man’s arms again. I let myself drift off to sleep. When I woke for the second time, feeling more rested than I had in a year, it was morning. I climbed off him slowly as not to wake him, so I could go take a shower.