Sweet Perdition (10 page)

She nodded, distracted by the new subject for the moment. Not that he wanted her to be terrified, but getting stuck talking about the hellion thing? Classic no win situation.

“The Raptors are bastards. I’m talking serious, hardcore outlaw bikers. Drugs. Prostitution. We found out they’ve been running a sex trafficking ring.”

“Oh my God.” Her eyes rounded.

So much for calming her down.
Shit
. “But don’t worry. We aren’t like them and we’re gonna put a stop it. We don’t tolerate making your living off of chicks. The brothers and I shut this thing down.”

“How can you guys handle something so dangerous? Shouldn’t you call the FBI or something?

They’d never been one to settle problems with the law, preferring to handle it on their own. Only pussies went to the cops to solve their problems. “No cops. They only interfere and fuck everything up. Did you see the club motto? Think on your sins?”

“Yes,” she said, but Pinky didn’t seem convinced.

“We got chapters all over the west and after this drug shit went down, the club really changed. We decided to do right by people. Facilitate a little karma and help assholes see the error of their ways.”

“What does that mean exactly?”

He shrugged. He’d said as much as he could. Sharing too much more with her would be against the club code. “We believe in schooling dickheads who deserve some special attention.” She frowned. “Like a deadbeat who won’t pay his child support, or some cocksucker who beats on his wife.” He ran a hand through his hair. “We are in bed with some dangerous people. No way to stop that. But we aren’t the bad guys. More vigilantes than outlaws, darlin’.”

She was silent, obviously she had a lot to wrap her brain around.

He gathered her up close against his side and she felt damn good next to him.“You don’t need to worry about all this shit, Pinky. It ain’t your problem and I’ll make damn sure it never comes knockin’ at your door. You and I? We’re only having a bit of fun and club business has nothing to do with you.”

Pinky expelled a breath. “It’s a lot to think about.”

He could practically hear the gears whirring in her head as she pondered everything he’d told her, but he wanted to speak to her body now. Anymore chit chat and he’d have to jerk himself off tonight. Wouldn’t that be a fucking crime? He hoped she’d forget all about it when he touched her.

“Tell you what? I’ve had enough talk tonight. What do you say we nix the deep conversations and try to have a bit of fun? I’ve been trying to be cool tonight, but my cock ached for you for hours.” He lowered his voice, made it husky. “I want you.”

She glanced up at him and the atmosphere changed. Instead of fear in her eyes, he saw desire. Her mouth parted, pupils dilated.
Good.
She wanted him too. “I need you.”

“Thank God.” He motioned for her to stand up and then had her straddle his body. She’d been overwhelmed tonight. He could give her some control, well, the illusion of control anyway.

“What? Here?” she whispered. “On the couch?”

“Let me guess. You are used to bedrooms, huh? That's where your college boy fucked you? All missionary and proper in a bed.” He grinned as she inclined her head. “Oh, Pinky, you are begging to be corrupted.” He pulled her closer, wanted her to feel him straining through his jeans. He’d been half hard the entire night and being near her made dick to roar to life.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “Damn. Feels like I haven’t been inside you for years!” he groaned.

“I need it, too,” she whispered in his ear, before she kissed him, slow and teasingly. She braced a knee on either side of his legs and settled into a slow rubbing motion that drove him fucking insane. She moved her hips in a leisurely pace that had him arching off his seat and wishing to God, he’d had enough sense to remove their clothing before she sat down on him.

“Kiss me, Pinky,” he moaned against her mouth and she tasted him, again and again. Her tongue stroked his.

When he couldn’t bear it anymore, he had her sit up, unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out.
This woman is going to be the death of me.

“Fuck it. No more foreplay. I gotta get in.” Then, he pushed her skirt up, tucking the edge of it into the waistband of her panties Then, he grabbed a pocket knife from his jeans and yanked the crotch of her underwear to the side.

She inhaled sharply, fingernails sinking into his shoulders.

“Easy, Pinky.” He sliced the lace to ribbons, freeing her pussy, and then tossed the knife aside. “Sorry about your panties, baby.” Not that sorry. If he had his way, she’d spend her days naked and on her back, with a wet pussy he could fuck anytime he chose.

The thought made him harder.

He grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket, because he’d been fucking prepared this time. Like a man needed to go on a fucking scavenger hunt when all of the blood in his body headed due south.

He rolled it down over his erection and then settled his thick cock head at her entrance, loving the sleek feel of her cunt.
So damn fucking hot.
Then, he charged into her and then grabbed her ass, encouraging her to ride him fast. He leaned back against the sofa, giving her room to move, and he thrust up into her, matching the rhythm.

Fuck.
He loved the visual, watching her perched above him, big tits bouncing, and shapely hips working his cock. Hypnotized watching his cock disappear into all her pinkness. Her clit peeked out from between the folds and he rubbed it with his thumb, bringing her to the breaking point. It didn’t take long. She screamed as she came and he finished soon after.

***

Twenty minutes later, they lay naked in Ryker’s bed.

She felt a hell of a lot better. The tension had seeped out of her body. She’d been on edge all day, wanting to feel him inside her and then she’d been scared by all the club stuff he and Shepherd had dropped on her. Now, she felt kind of mellow, all due to the amazing stress-relieving nature of intensely pleasurable sex.

He reached into his nightstand drawer and dropped a package in her lap which had been wrapped in newspaper.

“
What’s this?” she asked, smiling.

“
It’s a present for you. I had to run a couple of errands today for Duke’s party at the shops in town, I saw it in a store window and it made me think of you.” He raised a wicked brow at her, his lips curving. “Well, it’s really more of a present for me. What can I say? I’ve been a good boy.”

Yeah, I seriously doubt that
.

She pulled out a skirt which would barely cover her butt. He’d also purchased a tight red shirt and she wondered if the low neckline might expose her nipples. She could feel a blush climbing her neck as she pictured wearing this get up.

He laughed at her reaction. “Don’t worry, Pinky. You’ll only wear those for me.” His eyes darkened as though he imagined her wearing the outfit. “Well, you’ll wear it for a few minutes before I rip them both off you.”

She shuddered at the image. God, just the thought of him lifting her short skirt and plunging his cock inside her… maybe she’d rushed to judgment on those hellion outfits. They certainly cut down on the wait time.

“
Come on, there’s more.”

The last gift had been enclosed in a red silk bag and she opened it to find a silver butt plug with a pink costume jewel at the end. She stared at it. Speechless. She might not be the most sexually adventurous girl, but she’d heard of butt plugs. She’d never seen one up close.

“
I wanted you to have a pink one,” he explained as he plucked it from her limp hand. “Suits that nickname of yours.” He smirked at her. As she watched,
he anointed the end with lube. “Roll over for me, we’ll try it.”

Her mouth fell open. “I don’t think so.”

“
Don’t be shy, Pinky. I promise it won’t hurt.” He leered at her. “Well, it might smart a bit, but in a very,
very
good way.”

She bit her lip, hesitating.

“
Give it a try. If you don’t like, I’ll stop. Okay?”

She thought about how he’d touched her the other night, stroking her ass with his fingers. So far, he’d given her nothing but pleasure. Shouldn’t she at least try this? See how it felt? She finally nodded. “Okay.” At his direction, she turned over on her stomach, craning her neck to watch.

He knelt between her legs, plug in hand and placed more lube on her hole, even pushing a finger in and easing the way. He held it there a moment, letting her adjust to the intrusion. “Damn,” he groaned. “So fucking tight.”

She squealed as he removed his finger and put the chilly tip of the steel plug in.

“
Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“
No, but it’s cold.”

“
Ah, it will warm up fast enough.” He pushed a bit further, slowly inching it inside her body, stopping every second or two until she finally got accustomed to it. He pressed it all of the way in then and it just felt a little strange, like she had suddenly become very full.

“
How’s that?” he asked.

She relaxed a little. She’d feared it would hurt, but while not exactly pleasurable, it didn’t
bother
her at all. She considered it for a moment. “Pretty good.”

“
Just you wait. It’ll feel even better in a minute.” He stroked her bottom. “You are going to wear the plug for me, Pinky, a little bit every day to stretch yourself out for me.”

“
Yes,” she agreed, but she whispered the words and then she realized he had
told
her, he hadn’t asked her. That was kinda hot.

“
Good girl,” he murmured. He spooned her, hauling her against his chest and enfolding her in his arms from behind. Somehow, despite his dangerous reputation, she felt safe in his embrace.

She liked him, really liked him. A small part of herself actually thought she might be happy with Ryker, in some sort of long term situation. But what about the club? His outlaw ways? She shook her head, unwilling to go there again right now. She had to learn to live in the now a bit more. Stop worrying so much about the future and enjoy the moment.

He kissed the back of her neck, the special place that turned her to jelly. “Think about my cock in your tight ass, instead of that damn lucky plug. Making you mine,” he said hoarsely. He slid a hand between their bodies and slipped a finger over the end of the plug, edged it a bit deeper.

And she shuddered.

Anal was so taboo and weirdly sexy because of its forbidden nature. She could imagine his cock sliding into her, instead of the plug. Nothing she could do but give in as he thrust into her from behind. Again and again.

She turned slightly, watching as he grabbed another condom from his discarded jeans and quickly put it on. With a groan, he eased his cock between her legs, not into her pussy, scarcely abrading the lips, letting it glide against the wetness between her thighs.

“
Oh!” she moaned, moving her hips with him.

He teased her, sliding in and out, between the lips of her sex, but not quite touching her clit, merely letting the head barely graze it now and then. It drove her mad.

“
Ryker!” she moaned.

“
Yeah, Pinky?”

She reached between her legs, trying to guide him, but he pulled back. “I need you inside me again!”

“
Be happy to oblige,” he muttered. With a growl, he finally thrust his cock inside her.

Oh God.

She could feel the plug inside her as well as his thick cock and dual sensation nearly made her pass out. So intense that her eyes snapped shut and she clutched at his arm, fingers digging in. She felt stretched wide open, completely sexual and more than a bit helpless. He thrust into her then, rapid fire. She reached between her legs once more and manipulated her clit as they rocked together. The tension built until she couldn’t stand anymore. She howled as she came and he came along with her, pumping into her, leaving her shuddering and limp on the bed.

Afterwards, he pulled his cock from her body as well as the plug. Then, he cleaned them both up with a washcloth, threw the condom away, and spooned her once more. Felt so good, wrapped in his arms. She supposed she should get up. Ask him to take her home. But he seemed in no hurry for her to leave.

And she didn’t want to.