Outlaw Love (Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance) (Furious Sons MC Book 1) (3 page)

He grinned and lifted me from the sink. His hands grabbed my hips and he spun me around so that I was facing the mirror. I yanked my dress up around my hips and bent forward over the edge of the sink.

I stared at his face in the mirror. Our eyes met. The lust in his eyes matched my own feelings. I wagged my hips at him, inviting him to fuck me. Begging him.

He placed his hands on my hips and positioned himself behind me. I felt the fat head of his cock nestle against my dripping pussy.

He pulled my hips back and roughly buried himself inside me. I gasped at the sensation of being filled up completely. Slowly, my body accommodated to fit him. He pumped his cock inside me, each rough stroke making me cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He stuck his hand on the back of my head and then twisted his palm into a fist, grabbing a handful of my hair by the roots. The feeling was overwhelmingly sexy. He was totally dominating my body.

The cave woman part of me responded to being taken savagely by this powerful man. I pumped my hips back into him, forcing his cock into me as deep as it could go. My breasts bounced and throbbed with every movement.

“Harder,” I cried out. “Harder. Harder.”

He rammed himself into me, causing my whole body to shiver. I gripped the edges of the sink and pushed my hips back as hard as I could. We slammed against each other in perfect rhythm, the sound of our bodies colliding mixed with his grunting and my panting moans.

My pussy clenched deliciously, gripping his cock like a fist. Hot white electricity arced through my entire body. A wailing animal moan escaped my throat as I came harder than I’d ever come in my life.

I felt him tensing up as I came, the feeling of my tightening pussy must have pushed him over the edge, too. He grunted as he pumped his cum inside me. I could feel it dripping down my thigh.

I turned around and collapsed against his chest, panting. He pulled me into his arms and we held each other as we basked in the afterglow.

My legs shook with weakness, my pussy ached, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I felt dirty and used like a filthy little whore, and I absolutely loved it.

It turned out this was a side of myself I never knew existed. Despite that, I was thrilled to discover it. It was the best feeling in the world.

Jack lifted my chin so that I was looking at him. “That was amazing,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Cassandra. Cassie, if you prefer.”

“Well, Cassie,” he said. “I don’t know where you came from, but I don’t want to let you go just yet. Come back to the clubhouse with me.”

I bit my lip in indecision. This whole night had been a crazy blur. I hadn’t planned any of it, and I certainly hadn’t thought of anything beyond the moment.

I knew I should go home and deal with the cheating husband situation. That was a fight that had to happen. But then again, I had a beautiful man standing in front of me, asking me to go home with him. Asking me to go on an adventure. There was no way I could say no.

“Alright, Jack. Take me for a ride.”

Chapter 4

The rumble of the motorcycle’s engine thrummed between my legs like the world’s biggest vibrator.

I clung to Jack’s back with my face and breasts pressed against the giant Furious Sons MC patch sewn to his leather vest. Despite my best efforts, the rumbling in my pussy and my clit had me moaning like a cat in heat. Thankfully, the engine’s terrifying growl covered up the sounds of my pleasure.

I could feel the wetness soaking the motorcycle seat beneath me. Jack had torn my panties off when he fucked me in the bathroom of the seedy bar where we’d met so I didn’t even have that thin strip of fabric to act as a buffer.

I gripped Jack’s powerful chest tighter as my hips squirmed uncontrollably against a half ton of vibrating steel.

To be honest, the motorcycle wasn’t the only thing turning me on. The whole situation was something out of a sexy dream. I’d gone from one of the lowest points in my life to one of the highest.

Finding out my husband had cheated on me had crushed me, but knowing that he didn’t even want to fuck me anymore, even if I practically begged for it, that had hurt even worse.

Then Jack found me. We fucked like wild animals in the filthiest bathroom I had ever seen. It was quite a bit filthier once Jack and I were done with it.

Now he spirited me away into the darkness. He said he was taking me to his gang’s clubhouse. No, scratch that. It was a motorcycle club, not a gang. He had been very clear that they weren’t a gang.

Yeah, right.

No matter what they called themselves, I had seen a few of his other club members at the bar, and there was no doubt in my mind that they were a bunch of criminals.

I wasn’t the kind of girl who associated with criminal types, but that was in my former life. That was when I was just a bored housewife with a boring life.

Now, I didn’t know what I was. I didn’t know
who
I was. All I knew was that I was going on an adventure.

I had no idea where I would end up, and for the most part, I didn’t care. I mean, I didn’t want to die or anything, but I had the strong desire to get wild and do some crazy shit.

All my life I had played it safe. I was done with that now. Safe could kiss my ass. Danger was on the menu tonight.

It was that feeling of danger, mixed with the motorcycle’s energetic purr, that combined into a potent aphrodisiac. It had me gushing between my legs as we tore through the night. I tilted my hips to press my clit hard against the seat. I needed more. I needed all of it.

Electricity arced from my clit to every nerve ending in my body. My nipples were on fire. They scratched against Jack’s patch with a maddening sensation that turned the heat in my core from a fire to a raging inferno. My back arched and my pussy clenched deliciously.

I screamed my passion into the night as my orgasm rocked my entire body.

My arms clutched Jack’s chest in a death grip as I bucked and howled behind him. My skirt had ridden up my hips, baring my ass and pussy where anyone driving by could see.

A passing car honked at us as we sped by, and I felt a shivering thrill pulse through me just thinking about a random stranger seeing my pussy. If I had known how exciting exhibitionism could be, I would have tried it years ago.

We rode to the outskirts of Las Vegas and beyond.

Dusty, rolling desert surrounded us and I felt a momentary pang of fear. I didn’t think Jack was going to hurt me, but if he wanted to, out here would be the safest place for him to do it.

I pushed those dark thoughts out of my mind and nestled in closer to his back. I would just have to trust fate.

Eventually, we came to a walled up patch of land just outside of the city. A concrete block fence surrounded the perimeter. Over the fence, I saw a building that looked like a warehouse. A wrought iron gate guarded the entrance, but it was wide open, allowing us to enter.

Inside, a dozen squat, square buildings and trailers were crowded around a big warehouse-looking building in the center.

Motorcycles in every shape and size were parked around the warehouse. Jack veered away from the big building and headed straight for a beat up looking trailer that looked older than I was. The motorcycle engine shuddered to a halt, and I felt an ache of loss.

“We’re here,” Jack said and climbed off the bike.

Chapter 5

I looked around, blinking the dust from my eyes. From the main warehouse building, I could hear music and laughter. It sounded like there was a party going on.

“Where’s here?” I asked.

“This is it. This is the Furious Sons’ clubhouse.”

“Clubhouse. You make it sound like a place for children.”

He frowned. “Oh, yeah, then what should we call it instead?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. A hideout. A lair. Maybe a safe house.”

He shook his head and grinned. “I’ll be sure to take that up with the president at the next meeting. Come on. I’ll give you the tour.”

He yanked the trailer door open and it slammed against the metal siding with a thunderous rattle. When he walked up the steps, the whole trailer shook, that’s how flimsy it was. It looked like it could fall apart at any minute. Yet, for some reason, I knew there was nowhere I would rather be at that exact moment.

I walked into the dark trailer. Jack was just a shadowy figure in the gloom. Warm orange light ignited around us. We were standing in a small living room. The place was a mess. Clothes lay scattered in piles around the room. Beer bottles and cans littered every flat surface.

I raised an eyebrow and grinned at him. “I guess you weren’t expecting company?”

He laughed. “Yeah, if I knew you were coming, I would have called the concierge for maid service. Is this a problem?”

He stared at me with burning blue eyes. I felt like they could see into my soul.

I smiled seductively at him with half-lidded eyes and stalked over to him. He started to say something but I placed a finger to his lips. With my other hand, I flipped the light switch off, plunging us into darkness.

I reached out blindly. My hands found his leather vest.

“You look sexy as hell in this vest,” I said.

“It’s called a cut,” he said firmly.

“Fine, you look sexy as hell in your cut,” I said, laughing.

I slid my fingers under his cut and caressed his firm, manly chest. His muscles felt like steel. I worked my hands slowly down his torso until I found the waistband of his jeans.

I sank to my knees in the dark and ran my hands over his bulge. With a twist of my fingers, I unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper. I pressed my face against his length, our skin separated only by the thin cotton fabric of his boxers. I exhaled hot breath onto him, and I felt his cock twitching against my cheek.

I kissed his shaft through his boxers, teasing him with my lips and tongue. Blood rushed to his member. His erection lengthened and broke free through the hole in his underwear. I lapped at it with my tongue. It burned feverishly with the heat of his arousal.

I could still taste the remnants of our wild fuck session in the bathroom of the bar. The smell of him and the taste of him lit a fire in my core. My belly clenched exquisitely, and I took his thick head fully between my lips.

My tongue traced the tip of his cock. Jack grunted in the darkness. His hands gripped my shoulders tightly, to the point where it almost hurt.

“Don’t be such a tease,” he growled. “Suck that dick like you mean it.”

His hands found my head and pushed me down onto the length of his erection.

His cock slammed into my throat, causing me to gag. My whole body tensed up and my eyes began to water. He pumped his hips against my face, stroking his cock in and out of my mouth and using my face like his little fuck toy.

I had tried to be sweet and sensual, but Jack obviously didn’t go for that kind of thing. He was a strong, powerful biker. A man of action who was used to being in control.

If I wanted to please him, I couldn’t think about this as making love. This was fucking. I couldn’t approach sex the way I used to with my husband. My husband was a bitch. Jack wanted to dominate me like a real man, and that’s exactly what my life had been missing for so long. A real man.

I took him as deep inside my throat as I physically could.

He let out a low moan. “Fuck yeah, Cassie. Just like that. Take my fucking cock.”

His coarse words drove me wild. I bobbed my head up and down on him, letting him violate my throat. It was the most wild and violent blow job I’d ever given, and it was turning me on something fierce. My nipples were hard and sensitive and my pussy was dripping with lust.

Jack pulled his cock from my mouth. I hunched forward, panting desperately to catch my breath. His hard, slick cock slapped against my face, leaving a stinging line of wetness on my skin.

“You like that hard fucking cock, baby?” he asked.

I groaned.

“Yeah, I love your fucking cock,” I responded, remembering from our bathroom fuck session that he liked it when I talked dirty.

“You want this hard fucking cock inside you?”