Sex Piston (Biker Bitches) (6 page)

He was right
; she was attracted to him. As much as she wanted to deny it, it was there. Damn, she was going to be weak-minded long enough to find out if he deserved that nickname of his.

Sex Piston got up from the table
, going to stand in front of Stud. “If you fuck around on me, I’ll walk away and not look back. After I kick your ass.”

Stud’s lips twitched. “Okay.”

“I mean it, Stud,” she warned.

“I know.”

Sex Piston’s arms circled his neck and then she did what she had been dying to do for weeks. She leaned in close, offering her mouth. When he lowered his own at her invitation, it was everything she could do to hold back the moan that rose at the pleasure that was better than she had imagined.

He took control of the kiss
, showing her the benefits of giving in to him. His tongue surged into her mouth, exploring hers as if quenching a fire, as his hand went to her ass, pulling her closer. She felt his hardening cock against her flat stomach.

Stud lifted her up
, packing her through the kitchen door and then through the living room.

Sex Piston
’s thoughts flew; asking herself if this was what she really wanted to do. Stud, whether he wanted to admit it or not, was like her dad and Ace. He might have his shit together a litter better, but not by much. He still lived the biker life and, while it was a big part of hers, she had learned that it was hard to make a relationship work with so many women attracted to the power of the position Stud held.

He opened a door in the small hallway
before going inside and turning on the light. Sex Piston managed to tear her lips away long enough to glance around the small room. There was a big bed covered in a comforter that was soft against her as he laid her down on it and then following her down to lie on top of her.

His hands went to the zipper between her breasts
. The black leather parted as he slid the zipper down, exposing her braless, rose-tipped breasts and her flat stomach. His hand went directly to her pussy, which was covered by the small lace panties she wore.

Sex Piston parted her legs further
, giving him access to the flesh that was begging for his touch. She gave a small moan when his fingers found her wet opening before sliding forwards, finding her clit. Taking the tender bud between two fingers, he separated the delicate folds until he could expose the sensitive nerves underneath. His thumb began stroking her until she lifted her hips, wanting a firmer touch.

“Woman
, I’m going to give you what you want, but you’re not going to come before I can get my dick in you,” Stud moaned against her neck.

“Then you better hurry
,” she threatened as his fingers went to the entrance of her pussy.

Sex Piston pressed against his chest until he fell backwards. Climbing off the bed
, she peeled off her tight jumpsuit and black panties, exposing her bare pussy and the tiny butterfly tattoos on her side. She then climbed back on the bed, making sure she gave an extra wiggle of her ass before lying back down.

“You’ve got sixty seconds before I take matters in
to my own hands,” Sex Piston teased, letting her hand fall to her pelvis, tracing imaginary circles on her skin as she waited on him.

“Damn it.” Stud jerked up to his knees on the bed
, unsnapping his jeans and pulling out his dick.

Sex Piston stared at his cock
, surprised he hadn’t laughed at her when she had insulted it earlier. “I’m sorry,” she said as she watched him put on a condom he had removed from his back pocket.

Stud paused
, staring down at her in confusion.

“For insulting your dick. It just might be as big as your ego
,” Sex Piston complimented.

Stud laughed
as he lowered himself back down to her, his fingers brushing her wet heat as he fitted his cock against her opening. His hand then spread her thighs wider.

His
mouth circled the tip of her nipple, drawing the rosy nub into his mouth as his hips plunged into her pussy. Her scream of pain had him jerking his head up as he saw a tear slide down her cheek. He didn’t understand what his brain was trying to tell him. It was only when her hands pushed at his chest and she started struggling to get out from under him that it dawned on him what her problem was.

“You’re a virgin?” Disbelief at what his dick and Sex Piston’s reaction was telling him held him immobile.

“No… Yes… You fucking bastard, let me up.” Sex Piston thrashed, trying to get away from the knifing pain between her thighs.

“Calm down,” Stud snapped. “I’m pissed at myself for not preparing you better
, regardless of you being a virgin or not.” His hands framed her face before one went to her thick hair to hold her in place. Then, his lips came down on hers, gently teasing her lips apart.

His kiss soothed her hurt feelings as his chest lowered to hers
, surrounding her with his warmth as he pressed her firmly down into the mattress. He was trying to keep her thrashing body still before she caused herself more pain. Stud’s hand went between their bodies, gliding over her clit, swirling the flesh until the desire returned hotter than before, before his cock slowly slid forward another inch.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Sex Piston felt the bite of pain she had experienced fade away at his ministrations. She felt his dick stretching her passage slowly as he glided deeper within her. “No, but you better not hurt me again,” she demanded, hitting his shoulder.

Stud groaned
as his mouth traced her delicate jawline. His groan echoed throughout Sex Piston’s body as she felt him begin a gentle thrusting that enabled her to enjoy the feel of him inside her. Her breath hitched in her throat as he lifted her thigh to his hip and then moved slightly to his side.

She
gave herself to him as she had never been able to do for anyone else. She felt his eyes on her as his cock slid in and out of her pussy. She could see the heat in his turbulent eyes before his mouth returned to the tip of her breast, gently laving it until it hardened into a tight nub.

“You’re the sexiest virgin I’ve ever seen.” Stud surged more forcefully inside her
, increasing his speed as her hands moved to his shoulders, digging her nails unconsciously into his flesh.

His movements brought a tightening in her sheathe that had her tensing underneath him
. As she came, his strokes shortened as his cock rubbed against her clit, intensifying her orgasm. He then thrust deeper within her, his muscled body shuddering as she felt his cock jerking its release. Her thighs hugged his hips tighter against her. It was the most erotic moment of her life as she lifted her hips, trying to catch that last spark of her own release.

Stud moved to her side
before rising from the bed and going into the bathroom. Sex Piston waited until the door closed before she jumped from the bed. She used a discarded towel on the floor to wipe up the evidence or her lost virginity from between her legs before shimmying into her jumpsuit. She hurriedly zipped it up, ignoring the slight sting when she scratched her skin.

Jamming her feet into her boots
, she then took off running to the bedroom door and was out in the hallway in no time. Reaching the front door, she flung it open when a hand slammed the door immediately shut and an arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her from her feet.

“I didn’t think anything could send you running
,” Stud said mockingly.

Sex Piston thought about denying it
, but being caught in the act prevented her from doing so. Instead, she tried to bluff it out.

“Fuck off.”

“Now, is that any way to treat the man who you gave your virginity to?” Stud whispered against her neck.

“Would you rather I kick you in the nuts, which is what I’m going to do if you don’t let me go
?” Her booted feet kicked back against his bare shins.

Stud
ignored the pain as he walked to the couch, sitting down with her on his lap. His hand went to her thighs, holding her in place, as his thumb smoothed over the scratch between her breasts.

“Talk
,” he ordered.

Sex Piston stubbornly kept her mouth shut.

“Sex Piston, one thing I know about you is that you have no problems speaking your mind, so I am sure you can manage to tell me how, with a body and name like yours, you managed to stay a virgin.”

Sparks flew
from her eyes at his words as laughter filled the air at her attitude. Understanding dawned in his eyes.

“You did exactly opposite what everyone expected of you
, didn’t you? Poor Ace.” His laughter earned him a punch upside his head. He managed to grab her fist before she aimed for a second shot at his nose.

Frustrated at her
inability to successfully hurt him, she let him have it with her words instead. “Fucking asshole. How was I still a virgin when we spent the night together? I may have been drunk, but you weren’t. You lied to me.”

“I
did lie,” he confessed with a boyish charm she didn’t know he was capable of.

“No shit. Why?” Glaring at him
, she unsuccessfully tried to punch him again.

“You’re going to get mad.”

“I’m already mad. I passed mad when you hurt me.”

“I’m sorry.” This time his thumb rubbed against her high cheekbone.
He regretted being so rough with her, not knowing she was a virgin.

“So why did you lie?” Sex Piston refused to be charme
d by the obviously experienced Stud.

“Several of the brothers want to get to know the women in your crew bette
r—
” he began to explain.

“You mean they want to fuck them
,” she corrected him.

“Yeah, well
, that too, but those bitches won’t make a move without your okay, so I figured that if you thought that we had fucked, you’d loosen your hold of them. You couldn’t tell them
no
when you thought you had fucked me. You know, kind of like lead by example kind of thing.”

Sex Piston just stared at him for his lame ass reasoning. She could tell that he was expecting another punch for his answer
, but she didn’t try to hit him. She was too hurt. She sucked in her breath, lowering her lashes so that he couldn’t see the truth of her feelings.

“Well
, it worked, didn’t it? You should be happy with yourself. You and your buddies got what you wanted. Now, let me up. I’m going home.” Sex Piston tried to get off his lap again.

“You’re going to stay the night here then I’ll take you home in the morning
,” Stud stated.

Sex Piston
’s lips tightened at the man who she had mistakenly gone to bed with. Her temper let fly and she went nuts before he could react. Her hands went to his throat, gripping it tightly as her thumb pressed down on his windpipe. “Motherfucker, you used me being drunk so that you could manipulate me into doing what you wanted so that your lame ass brothers could get laid. Then you expect me to stay and let you fuck me over again? I wouldn’t have fucked you tonight if I hadn’t thought I already had. Why would I waste myself on you?”

Stud’s hands came to her wrists
, jerking her hands away before turning and lying her down on the couch and then raising her struggling hands over her head.

“There she is
. The bitch couldn’t resist coming out, could she, Sex Piston? I know it was a shitty thing to do, but I didn’t do it for my brothers. I did it for myself. I didn’t pour that Tequila down your throat, but I took fucking advantage of it. You’ve been keeping me at a distance for months, both as the president of the Destructors and as a man. You knew I was attracted to you, yet you weren’t about to let me close. So, hell yes, I took advantage when I had the opportunity. I’d do it again.” The charming womanizer was gone. In his place was a man determined to get what he wanted, despite the methods he had to use.

Sex Piston stopped struggling
, reluctantly listening to his words. He was right; she had noticed his interest and ignored it, not wanting to get involved in another relationship that would lead nowhere.

She opened her mouth to let him have it again
, but he forestalled her by taking her mouth in a storm of sensation that had her body rethinking about fucking him again.

H
is hand slid the zipper of her jumpsuit down to find the tip of her breast. He stroked the tip with his thumb while his mouth left hers to take it in his mouth.

Her hips arched as the ache of need returned. Her pussy
clenched, wanting to be filled again. Sex Piston began to wonder that if sex the first time with him was so freaking good, just how good it would be the second time. Her body began to get even more excited at the thought of doing him again, despite him being a jerk. The son of a bitch knew how to fuck.

“We cool?”

Sex Piston refused to answer him.

H
is hand slid under the leather of her outfit, finding her pussy and plunging a finger inside her with no warning.