Lucky: The Irish MC (15 page)

Ella

I’d spent the last few days on pins and needles. Mickey hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted, and when I’d texted him, he hadn’t responded. I’d been feeling so nervous and almost hating myself. After all, was this how it was going to end? With a night of amazing sex in a shitty motel and then I’d never hear from him again?

Ugh. I was mad at Mickey for ignoring me and even more mad at myself for caring. I had no business dogging after him the way I had; it was unseemly. More than unseemly, it was something that really couldn’t have an endgame. What was I going to do? Drop out of medical school and become some biker chick?

I snorted drily. There was no way The Irish would ever accept me as one of their own. I had a feeling that even if I waltzed in their clubhouse wearing leather chaps and a biker jacket, they’d still know I was an imposter. I had no business hanging out with people like that. Mickey was just proof of something I already knew: we came from entirely different worlds, and there was no way to reconcile our differences.

When he finally got in touch me with, I was ashamed to say that my heart started pounding in my chest like a rocket. I couldn’t believe that he wanted me to come over. I was so flustered that all I could do in response was send a winky face—at least he would think I was being funny. Or flirtatious? I didn’t know; talking to men had never been my strong point.

I got dressed in a tank top and jeans and met him outside. I didn’t have anything nicer, but I still wanted to make sure I looked good for Mickey. When he pulled up on his bike, I felt my groin give a start of arousal. He pulled off his helmet and the breeze ruffled his blond hair. My mouth went dry as Mickey climbed off his bike and extended a hand towards me.

“We can take my rig,” I said. “I actually have to get it tuned up tomorrow anyway. Get ready to get back on the road after my anatomy class is over.”

“Whatever you say, boss lady,” Mickey said with a lazy grin. I rolled my eyes and climbed in behind the wheel. I didn’t normally drive my rig when I wasn’t on a run, but I wanted to have it checked out before putting it in storage for a couple of months. It was still hard to believe that at some point, I was going to have to leave Dos Palmos again.
You mean leave Mickey,
I thought to myself.
And we all know you don’t want to do that
.

Mickey fiddled with the radio the whole time. He finally settled on a loud country song and began to sing along with the radio, turning it up and rolling down the window. He let the breeze blow through his hair and I got the feeling he enjoyed riding as a passenger. Not that I could blame him; there was only so much time I could spend on a bike myself.

When we got to the clubhouse, I felt nervous again. I parked the rig close to the building and hopped out, giving an exaggerated yawn and stretch as I did so.

“You wanna go inside?” Mickey raised his eyebrows. “Get a drink? Say hi to the guys?” He looked at me with a roguish grin and I felt my insides melting into a horny puddle.

I shook my head. Mickey grabbed my hand and led me around the back of the clubhouse. I wasn’t expecting to see anything there, but there was a little trailer with a lock on the door.

“We hang out here sometimes,” Mickey said with a sly grin. Suddenly, I knew what he meant. I frowned.

“You mean you bring girls here,” I pointed out.

“Just you,” he promised. “Come on.”

Mickey tugged me inside and flipped the lights on. “My guys are gonna keep an eye out for anything that goes down while we’re in here,” he said. “Don’t be afraid. I promise you’ll be well taken care of while you’re here.”

I nodded. I was scared, but if I was telling the truth, it was actually kind of exciting. Not because I thought anything bad was really going to happen, but Mickey had a way of assuring me with his masculinity. I felt safe when I was with him, even if the most dangerous thing that could happen was a snake slithering by on the ground. Without waiting for me to step further inside, Mickey reached down and scooped me up. He slung his arm under my knees and carried me across the threshold of the trailer. Inside, there was a couch and a table with some snacks.

“They thought we might get hungry,” Mickey explained. He popped a beer open and poured half of it down his throat. Then he set the can down with a clink and wiped the mouth with the back of his hand. With a boyish grin, he looked at me. “Sorry,” he said. “I was thirsty.”

I giggled nervously. Mickey gently pushed me to the side and got to work pulling the pillows off of the couch. Just as I thought he was about to throw me down on the ground, he reached down and tugged the couch into a pullout bed. There were already sheets on it and he set the pillows back with a satisfied grin.

“So I hear you missed me,” I said softly. I blushed. Was I flirting? Was this what it felt like to flirt? As Mickey grinned at me and stepped closer, I felt my heart start to thud against my chest. His lips were instantly on mine. He tasted like musk and beer. I closed my eyes as Mickey’s tongue wormed its way into my mouth. He was deliciously warm like always, and as he wrapped his arms around me and carried me to bed, I felt a low moan escape my lips.

“I want you,” I said softly into his ear. Mickey pulled away and stared into my eyes. His navy orbs were the most beautiful that I’d ever seen, and I loved the way he looked at me. “I want you to go down on me,” I said softly. “Please, Mickey. Please.”

Mickey licked his lips. Without any warning, he tossed me back on the sofa bed and crawled after me. His hands were tugging my jeans down before I knew what was happening. Mickey tossed my pants over his head and leaned down. He nuzzled the crotch of my panties and closed his eyes, breathing in my scent. It didn’t even occur to me to be embarrassed; all I could think about was how much I wanted his tongue on my clit. With practiced, strong hands, Mickey tore my panties in half. I grinned wryly to myself. If this kept up, I was going to be out of underwear in a week.

Mickey shoved my legs apart with his rough hands. He nuzzled at my labia and slowly licked a wet trail from my mound to the entrance of my pussy. I shivered and yelped as Mickey slid a finger inside. I was already soaked and his ministrations made me feel amazing. Pleasure sparked in my lower belly and radiated outwards as Mickey began to suck and lick until I was squealing. It felt so good, like being rubbed with a damp washcloth. Mickey’s scruff tugged at the sensitive skin of my pussy and I cried out with pleasure as he slipped another finger inside and began to wriggle it around. As he sucked on my clit, I buried my hands in his air. I was aware of my hips moving and grinding against his face; even when I tried to stay still, the urge for pleasure overtook me. Mickey sucked at my clit so hard that my eyes rolled back in my head. I gasped and seized as an orgasm came over me like wildfire. I wasn’t even aware of it happening, but I was suddenly filled with so much pleasure that I couldn’t take it. It wasn’t like coming from sex—it was almost better because Mickey was doing all the work when I was just lying there. My body was bucking and shaking on the bed and I cried Mickey’s name loudly as he relentlessly pleasured me.

When I was done, I had to push him away because my clit was so sensitive. Mickey stood up and stretched. I crawled to the end of the bed, feeling oddly naked because I was still wearing my shirt. Mickey licked his lips and grinned. He stepped closer to the bed and I saw that he was rock hard through his pants.

“I want you,” I said softly.

Mickey raised his eyebrows at me. “You feel like begging again?”

I licked my lips and blushed. “I want to give you pleasure,” I said softly.

Mickey chuckled. “Whatever do you mean?” He looked down at me with his eyebrows still raised. “You’ll have to be a little more specific than that.”

I blushed even harder. My whole face was burning but Mickey’s gaze was red-hot and I couldn’t look away. “I want to suck you,” I said quietly.

Mickey unfastened his jeans and stepped closer. I tugged them down off his hips and his cock sprang free. Before he could even make one more saucy comment, I took him in my mouth. He was so wide that he strained my jaw almost instantly, but I loved the sensation of his soft, delicate skin in my mouth. Mickey moaned and pushed his hips close to my face as I gently began to suck on the head. He groaned when I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and began to pump up and down. I knew that he had to have been so hot already—he was pulsing and shaking after only a couple of seconds.

Mickey let out an indistinguishable, anguished cry and I closed my eyes and sucked more enthusiastically. As I felt his body begin to jerk and pulse with the force of his orgasm, I slipped as much of his cock in my mouth as I could handle. Mickey dug his hands into my hair and thrust against my face. When I tasted his hot, salty, cum, I licked my lips with relish. He was absolutely delicious.

And for now, he was mine.

Mickey

I woke up, startled and dazed. It was dark outside and moonlight was streaming through the windows of the trailer. My cock was already hard and I peeled back the sheet to look at Ella’s amazing body. She was asleep and one of her arms was twitching. I let my eyes linger on her pert little breasts until I felt my cock start to throb with desire.
 

I wanted her again. I knew it had to be close to midnight, but I didn’t care. Softly, I leaned over and nuzzled Ella’s neck. She murmured something and then drifted back off to sleep. Frustrated, I bit her softly.

Ella’s eyes flew open. “What?” she demanded in a sleepy voice, rubbing her eyes with her hands. “What is it?”

“I want you,” I said with a toothy grin. Ella’s frustrated look turned to one of lust. She blinked at me and swallowed hard. Putting a finger to my lips, I gestured for her to get out of bed and follow me over to the door. Ella frowned.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was soft and I could tell she was nervous. Grinning wickedly, I reached down for the length of bungee cord that was stowed safely inside of the trailer. Ella’s eyes widened but she didn’t protest when I grabbed her wrists and bound them together. There wasn’t a lot of furniture in the room, but I hooked her over the coat rack. Ella was so petite that she had to stand on her tiptoes in order to maintain balance, and I watched as her breasts were thrust out into the air. The skin was pebbled with goose bumps and her nipples stiffened as I leaned down and took one of the creamy brown peaks into my mouth. Ella moaned softly. I continued to suck and lick at her nipples while slowly reaching around her body. When her eyes were closed, I gave her a little spank.

Ella jolted and cried out. She almost lost her balance and I watched in satisfaction as she squealed and cried out. I grinned when she gave me a confused look.

“Did you like that?” I asked softly.

Ella blushed and my cock twitched. The memory of my erection in her tiny pink mouth was too sexy for words, and I wanted her again. Immediately.

“Yes,” she said softly.

The corners of my lips curved up in a smile. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ella said softly. I grinned. She’d read my mind; she’d known exactly what I wanted her to say. I’d never asked a girl to call me Daddy but with Ella, it was such an incredible turn-on. Just the sultry little sound of her voice was enough to make me rock hard.

“Good girl,” I said softly. Ella kept her big, fearful eyes trained on my body as I leaned in and gave her delicious ass another smack. Her skin was soft and smooth and my hand left a red print on one cheek. I groaned as I imagined what she would taste like right now; she had to be so wet that the juice was running down her thighs. Eagerly, I pushed her legs apart and stepped close. Ella shifted her body and tried to wrap her legs around my waist. She wasn’t successful but the effort was adorable. I watched as her face pinked in frustration as she tried to lift her body up using only her abs. When she couldn’t get situated, she looked at me with a pout on her gorgeous face.

I spanked her again, harder this time. When I slipped my fingers between her legs, I felt how wet she was. I grinned as I slipped my fingers inside her pussy and wiggled them around. She was so tight that I felt like they were going to be sucked off my hand. Deciding to change my tactic, I walked around Ella and took a firm hold of her hips. Ella grunted and stuck her ass out. Encouraged, I gave her another smack before spreading her cheeks slipping the head of my cock inside of her pussy.

“Mickey!” Ella squeaked and I felt a wave of lust crash over my body. “Mickey, take me! Please!”

I could hear the lust in her voice and I grinned, sliding all the way inside of her. Being inside Ella was like being wrapped in warm, wet velvet. I closed my eyes and stayed still for a moment before beginning to thrust harder than ever before. The coat rack creaked and swayed as I fucked Ella with all of the enthusiasm I could muster. Her sweet body absorbed the shock of my thrusts and by the loud cries of her voice, I knew she was having a good time. Ella’s arousal dripped out of her and down my body. I shivered as I inhaled deeply: the air smelled like sex. Musky, horny, animalistic sex. It sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine and I arched my back, burying my cock inside of Ella’s warm cave. She felt so good that I cried out and dug my fingers into her flesh. It felt like coming home, like being with a woman who was my equal in every way imaginable. My body craved hers and cried out for her whenever we weren’t together, and every time I thrust inside of her, it was like coming home.

“Ella, baby,” I cried out loudly, tangling my fingers in her soft brown hair. Ella’s body tensed and she began to rub her hips and ass against my crotch. Feeling the soft cheeks of her butt against my skin was almost more than I could take, but I kept thrusting blindly, as hard as I could. Ella shrieked and wriggled but her juices were coating my cock and I knew she was enjoying this immensely. As she shifted against me, I wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close. I could feel Ella’s heart skipping beats. It felt like a rabbit, or some small creature that was terrified. Her skin was coated with a fine sheen of sweat and I lowered my head to the back of her neck and inhaled deeply. There was something so sexy about the blend of strawberries and her delicate feminine musk—it drove me absolutely insane. My cock twitched and pleasure infused my body as I ramped up the speed of my thrusts.

Ella cried out and I felt her whole body tense. When I was sure she was close to coming, I wrapped my arms around her body and held her tightly against mine.  I slipped a hand down between her legs and gently rubbed at her soaked clit with my thumb. It was so erect that it felt like a little button, and the harder I pushed it, the louder Ella screamed with pleasure. She moaned my name over and over again until I felt myself building up to an amazing high. With my free hand, I fondled her breasts. Ella began to come.; I felt the walls of her pussy clenching my cock over and over again. She screeched and cried and I could feel that her whole body was damp with sweat. As I started to slide out of her sodden pussy, Ella cried out and it sent me over the edge. I gushed cum all over the cheeks of her ass and grunted loudly with the force of my own orgasm.

I felt completely drained but amazing.

“That was incredible,” Ella said in a dreamy voice as I untied her wrists. She rubbed her hands to get the circulation flowing again.

From outside the window, I heard a noise. Frowning, I pulled back the curtains and looked out at the parking lot. There were unfamiliar headlights bouncing over the clubhouse and I felt a stab of fear pierce my heart.

“Mickey? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Shhh. Be quiet!”

I watched with growing horror as the car parked next to the clubhouse and two unfamiliar guys got out. They were both carrying AK-47s.

Shit. This was going to be bad.