Making the Cut (21 page)

AXTON

For as long as I grace the earth and am able, I will be an outlaw. Being in an Outlaw Motorcycle Club wasn’t only where I belonged, it was who I was. This one thing, regardless of any other changes in my life, would never change.

Allowing Avery to enter my world caused me to feel a sense of accomplishment in my life I had never felt. She allowed me to exhale and believe, at least in her presence, I was not only an outlaw, but an outlaw
and
human. Having never felt like much other than a criminal, keeping her by my side would certainly prove effective in making me feel better about myself, and making me a more effective president. In some way or another, everyone in my life would benefit from what Avery provided me. 

“You know I’ll always be an outlaw,” I said without looking up.

“Uh huh. I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she responded.

I glanced up from my bowl of noodles, “I could end up in prison for some bullshit charge, and you may never see me again.”

“They allow visitors,” she grinned.

“The club always comes first, Avery. Always,” I explained.

“As they should,” she said as she stirred her chopsticks through her soup.

“You realize there isn’t really a law or a commandment I haven’t broken. Think about that,” I said as I laid my chopsticks across the bowl and pushed it toward the center of the table.

She looked up from her bowl and raised her eyebrows, “Seriously? I’ll be caught up with you in no time. You’re not going to scare me away.”

“Well, I’m just making sure you know who I am for sure,” I shrugged.

“Well, it’s a little late for starting to introduce yourself, but yeah, I know who you are,” she said as dropped the chopsticks into her bowl.

“Guess that’s all I’ve got for now. You got anything?” I asked.

After a short hesitation, she raised her hand to her mouth and tapped her index finger to her lips, “Yep. One thing.”

“Well?” I sighed.

“Can I like say whatever, and you won’t get mad?” she asked.

I nodded my head, “Sure.”

“Okay. Well, I think I’ve been doing a good job of being respectful and stuff. You know, keeping my smart-ass mouth shut and not saying shit. Like don’t speak unless you’re spoken to,” she paused and leaned into the center of the table.

“I never told you
that
, but yeah, I’ll agree. You’ve been pretty good,” I nodded.

She pressed her elbows into the table and rested her chin in her hands, “Well, I figured it out on my own, you know, from reading and stuff. So, anyway. What I was wondering is this. When it’s you and me, just us, can I like speak a little more freely? Not be disrespectful, but like say what I want without you getting mad?”

She sat up and leaned into her chair as she waited on my response.

I raised my hands in the air slightly and shrugged, “Sure. But from you or anyone for that fucking matter, I won’t be disrespected.”

“And I won’t disrespect you. Agreed,” she said as she extended her hand to the middle of the table.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I leaned over and shook her hand, “Agreed.”

“Okay. Well, I have always dreamt of having a guy like you. I know I don’t
have
you, but you know what I mean. A bad-boy, an alpha male, a biker; all of those things are my perfect dream. So, I get you, and then we finally have sex. Now don’t get me wrong, I loved the sex. I
loved
it. But, I uhhm. I was kinda wondering if we could like go all crazy once in a while. You know, like pull my hair and shit. Have some of that wild shit like people always tell stories about and stuff. What do you think about that?” she said without so much as taking a breath.

Avery always spoke a hundred miles an hour whenever she chose to speak. Hearing her say all of what she just said as fast as she said it made me take a moment to digest it all. As I watched her face change from a look of confidence to worry, I sighed.

I leaned forward, pinched my chin between my thumb and forefinger, and nodded my head, “You like it rough?” 

She shrugged, “I don’t know. I like
thinking
about it. But not just rough. You know, rough and adventurous.”

I raised one eyebrow, “You want me to fuck you harder than I did?”

She shrugged again, “Oh God. I don’t know. Maybe after we bone for a while. Your cock’s huge and I’ve got a little hoo-hah.”

I shook my head, “Don’t ever call it that again. A fucking hoo-hah? You can add that to the list of shit not to say. It’s a pussy.”

She leaned into the table and whispered, “I have a tiny pussy.”

“That you do,” I agreed.

“Well, we’ll see. I think you’ll be satisfied with what you get from me. We’ve had sex one time. Well, one and a half if you want to include the shower sex after the bed. But you didn’t last long.”

She widened her eyes and gasped, “It was hot as fuck, humid, and you’d already fucked me senseless. What did you expect?”

“Hell, if it was up to me, we’d still be fucking,” I said as I stood.

I pulled my wallet from my pocket and threw thirty bucks on the table. As I glanced across the table, she stood from her seat and stretched. 

“You might want to do the splits a couple times before we saddle up. Where we’re headed it might come in handy,” I said as I walked past her and toward the door.

“Where are we headed?” she asked excitedly as she ran to my side.

I pulled the door open and held it for her to pass through, “You’ll find out soon enough. But if we get caught, I can tell you this, we’ll both probably go to jail.”

Standing in the open doorway, her eyes widened. I grinned and walked past her, knowing our perceptions of events would never quite match. Satisfying her, however, was strangely on my list of priorities.

As I stepped over the bike and lowered myself into the seat, I glanced toward the entrance. Still standing at the door with her mouth open, she stared back at me.

“Saddle up, we’ve got some fucking to do,” I hollered.

As she slowly walked toward the bike, I figured she was attempting to dream up all of the possibilities of what might be next. She was without a doubt an intelligent girl, but she would never figure out what I had planned.

Not in a million years.

AVERY

Be careful what you wish for. I’ve heard it. I’ve preached it. I had a sinking suspicion just to prove a point Axton would attempt to make me regret ever telling him I wanted rough and adventurous sex. Axton wasn’t much of a practical joker or a prankster of any sort. He was all business. As I was wondering exactly what I signed on for, he pulled his bike along a side street in Winfield and parked it alongside the curb.

“Well, get off,” he insisted after he parked.

He turned the ignition to
lock
, and put the keys in his front pocket, “You hear me?”

“I’m getting off,” I said as I stepped off the bike and looked around.

“Follow me,” he said as he began walking down the sidewalk.

“You kind of like
really
stand out. You’re fucking huge, covered in tattoos, and you’re wearing a 1%er cut. Someone’s going to call the cops,” I sighed as I attempted to catch up with his long stride.

He continued to walk silently.

“I fit in. I’m a cute college girl wearing roll-hem jean shorts and a
Pink
tee. Hey, slow down,” I said between breaths as I tried to catch up with him.

“You’re a college
graduate
who talks too fucking much. Be quiet,” he said flatly.

As we turned a corner and began walking down another residential side street, I stopped and stared. A police cruiser was parked in the street two houses down from where we were.

“Cops,” I said as I pointed toward the car.

“No shit,” he sighed as he continued walking.

As we walked up to the car, it became apparent what he had planned. At least
where
he planned to fuck me was clear.

“Watch for the cop, I’m going to look for a spare key,” he whispered as he lowered himself to the ground.

I scanned the street in both directions, “You’re going to steal a fucking cop car?”

“No, I’m not going to
steal
the motherfucker. Now be fucking quiet. They always keep a key in one of those magnetic key holders on the frame of the car, just in case they get locked out. Just stand there and look pretty,” he said as he slid under the car.

As I listened to him groan and grunt, his feet moved along the outside of the car, indicating where he was looking for the key. Honestly, I had no desire to have sex in a cop car. It would be exciting I suppose, but we would definitely go to jail if we were caught. I’m sure in a small town like Winfield it would be written up in the local newspaper as well. My professors would certainly have a long laugh at my expense.

Please, don’t find it.

I looked up and down the block for pedestrians, neighbors, and of course, the cop. It was nine o’clock at night in the summer, and it had only been dark for fifteen minutes. No one was in bed yet; everyone was up and watching television or cleaning up the mess from dinner. As I attempted to look innocent, he said the three words I had hoped he wouldn’t.

“I found it!” he whispered.

As he slid out from under the car, I inhaled a shallow breath and sighed heavily.

“When I open the door, the interior light is going to come on. If I don’t start the car, it’ll stay on for ninety seconds or so; and I don’t intend to start it. So, during that time, you little smart-ass, you’re going to suck my cock. That way you’ll be hidden. When the light goes out, we’ll figure it out from there,” he said as he held the key in front of him.

I glanced up and down the block. The street lights illuminated the street rather well. As a girl, I had always felt the city’s streets were dark and scary at night. Now, standing beside the cop car thinking of sucking Axton’s cock, the street seemed to be illuminated all too well.

“Do they like
add
street lights on the blocks where the cops live? It’s like day time out here,” I complained. 

He pressed the button on the key and unlocked the door. As he glanced up toward the house, he nodded his head toward the car and gave me his command, “Get the fuck in.”

He pulled the door open and slid into the seat, “Come on.”

I rolled my eyes and slid in beside him. As he had guessed, the light stayed on long after he shut the door. I sat in the car with my heart beating through my chest, hoping I didn’t see a cop walk up and beat on the window. As I planned my escape route
just in case
, he unbuckled his belt.

“Get down so they don’t see you,” he whispered as he pulled out his cock.

“Jesus, Axton. You’re already hard as fuck. I thought you had problems with that?” I chuckled.

He was far from amused. The look on his face was one of sheer disappointment and anger. Although I’ve never really been one to actually
want
to suck a dude’s cock, I immediately planted my face into his lap and began to lick and suck his huge cock. On about the third slurp, the interior light went out. I slowly lifted my head from his lap.

“You’re nowhere near done,” he grunted as he gripped my head in his hands.

Reluctantly, I began to work my mouth up and down his cock. I was kind of starting to get into it, and it was turning me on no matter how much I disliked doing it. One advantage, I suppose, was that for the entire time, my eyes were closed and I didn’t think of where we were or what might happen if we were caught. After sucking and stroking it for some time, my jaw began to get sore. I lifted my mouth free of his massive rod, and began to stroke it as I opened my eyes.

He was sitting upright in the seat, looking down at me as if I were crazy.

“Take off your shorts,” he grunted as he tossed his hand toward my waist.

“Off off? Like Off?” I asked as I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and looked out the window.

“What other kind of
off
is there? Yes, fucking
off,
Avery. I’m going to fuck you, and it’ll be a real bitch if you leave those fuckers on,” he growled as he pulled his jeans down past his thighs.

I looked out the window and gazed up and down the block.

Nothing.

I turned and looked the other direction.

Nothing.

I leaned back into the seat, and stretched my legs out as far as I could. Half scared, and with my heart pounding, I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them to my ankles. After a second’s thought I decided to leave my shoes on, and pulled the shorts past my shoes. Not knowing where to put them, and considering there were all kinds of cop radios and shit everywhere, I tossed them onto the dash. After a quick survey of the front of the car, I reached into the floorboard, picked up my clutch, and placed it on the dash beside the shorts.

“Jesus jumped up Christ. You ready?” Axton sighed angrily.

I nodded my head eagerly although I was scared to death.

“Get up here and ride me,” he said as he began stroking his cock.

“Holy shit. Seriously?” I gasped as I looked down at the ten inches of throbbing flesh.

He raised his hands in the air and spoke crossly, “I swear, you went from
fuck me hard and be adventurous doing it
to a complete scared ass little fucker in a matter of hours, didn’t you? If you’re scared, go to fucking church.”

I climbed across the seat and lifted my leg over his thighs. After resting for a moment on his upper legs, I raised myself into the air and hovered over his cock, holding my ass over him with what little arm strength I had. Half in fear of his cock killing me in this particular position, and half in fear of the cops shooting us or arresting us, I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. As I felt it begin to penetrate me, I exhaled loudly and attempted help relieve myself with my quivering arms.

I leaned forward and looked between my legs. The street lights shining in through the window confirmed my suspicion. I had roughly a fourth of his cock in me. I felt like I was being impaled by a sword. I closed my eyes, raised myself up and lowered myself again. Slowly, I repeated the process. Each time, I took a little more of his cock inside of me. I bit my lip and lowered myself onto it again, taking a little more of the shaft inside me. It came as no surprise as I relaxed on the down stroke, I had a miniature orgasm. I raised myself and lowered myself again.

Another orgasm.

I opened my eyes.

“Having fun?” Axton sighed.

“Uhhm. I forgot where we were. It feels weird. I keep having like mini orgasms. You’re fucking huge,” I shrugged.

“I know I’m huge. It’s
my
cock. I’ve had it for a while, so I’m well aware. You ought to try walking around with this motherfucker hanging between your legs for a lifetime. Now,” he paused and reached under my ass with both hands, “we’re going to
fuck
.”

He lifted me off of his cock and released me. As I literally fell down the entire length of his shaft, he raised me again. Again he lowered me down the shaft, then up, down, up. I began to breathe heavily. He moved his hands from my ass to my hips and began slamming me up and down his cock.

About thirty seconds into it and I was a literal wreck. I bit my lip and began to have what I knew would be another earth shattering orgasm. When I realized where we were, I began to look around nervously as I felt myself reaching climax. As if embarrassed to be seen having an orgasm, my muscles tensed. After seeing no one peering inside the car, I relaxed onto his cock.

As I exhaled a breath, Axton shook his head, lifted me off his cock, and tossed me to his side.  

“What?” I gasped.

“You nervous little motherfucker. You’re done driving this train. Get out,” he demanded.

“What?” I stammered.

“Out. It’s the opposite of in.
Get. Out
,” he growled.

Not knowing what I had done or what to do, I sat and stared, sad that I hadn’t satisfied him. He reached over me and pulled against the door handle, opening the door, and turning on the interior light. He pointed out toward the street.

“Get out and put your hands on the fucking trunk. I’ll fuck you in the street,” he grunted.

Nervous, but not willing to risk making him angry, I stepped out of the car naked from the waist down and walked nervously to the trunk. Right behind me, Axton shuffled his way to the rear of the car with his jeans around his ankles and his boots still on. As I glanced up and down the well-lit street, he pushed me against the trunk and kicked my legs apart.

“Long-legged little bitch. Get that little pussy down here where I can get to it,” he said under his breath.

I pressed my hands onto the surface of the trunk and closed my eyes. As I felt his hand against my butt, I flinched nervously. His still swollen cock now in his hand, he guided it into my wetness. I gasped at the angle of his cock inside of me; it was hitting spots that had never been hit. Never having felt anything like it, I spread my hands across the trunk and planted my face against the cold metal. After a few short, slow strokes, he grasped my hips and forced himself inside me completely.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Always,” I whimpered.

He began to forcefully fuck me with all his might. His hips slapping against my ass, and my thighs banging against the edge of the trunk, he continued to fuck me steadily and deeply. I opened my eyes and stared into the back of the car in shock as he continued to fill me with his ten inch swollen dick. His balls slapping against my clit with each stroke were enough to cause me to close my eyes and attempt to focus.

“Tight pussied little fucker,” he grunted.

Being fucked in the street of small town USA wasn’t necessarily what I had in mind when I said I wanted adventurous sex. Although it wasn’t as scary as I expected, having him pound me into the back of a cop car wasn’t anything that made me various shades of comfortable either. As he slid his stiff cock in and out of my soaking wet pussy, I opened my eyes and began to moan.

Whack!

His hand slapped my ass.

Holy fuck.

Initially startled, I was immediately turned on by his hand slapping me. As the stinging on my butt cheek heightened, he slapped me again.

Whack!

“My hair,” I gasped as I lifted my head and tossed my hair over my shoulders.

“Pull it.”

“Fuck yeah I will,” he breathed against my neck.

He gathered my hair in his hand and pulled it steadily. As my scalp began to sting, I arched my back and rose up onto my tip-toes.

Fuck yes, this is what I was talking about.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered.

The sound of his hips slapping my ass echoed up and down the block. Lost in the feeling of his cock filling me, I began to moan louder and louder. I arched my back and moaned in pleasure as his swollen balls banged against my clit. Knowing I was mere seconds from exploding, I opened my mouth and groaned.

“I’m…”

He pulled my hair with a little more force.

“I’m going…” I closed my eyes and focused.