Turning Point: BBW Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance (7 page)

“I’m nobody.”

Two fingers inside her now, sliding in and out of her while his thumb brushed her clit. It felt so good, and she wanted him to carry on until she came.

“I don’t believe a nobody could make me feel the way you do.”

Her hand slid down to encase his cock. “Why don’t you take your clothes off?”

He laughed, “As if I could resist.”

For a moment, he pulled away from her. She stood and watched him quickly strip his clothes off, an urgency spurring him on. It was the first time she had seen him completely naked. What a sight it was. He was so well muscled, with tattoos covering his bronze skin.

All down his arms and over the top of his chest, a mixture of fantasy and art trailed, with the Dread Cult’s badge taking pride of place. It marked him in the same way he had marked her, linking them in a subtle way. She had never considered tattoos sexy, but on him, they were. They enhanced his already perfect physique, making him beautiful.

She sighed, and went to him, hands outstretched while she traced the lines of colour that decorated his smooth flesh. Then she kissed him, working her way over his chest, and then her tongue curled over his nipples, at the same time her hand slid down and she stroked his long cock.

“Honey, your hands are so good. But why not use your mouth?”

Faith froze. “I...I don’t know how.”

“Sure you do. Get on your knees and suck me.”

“I’ve never done it before.”

“Come on, you’ve got me for the night, you can drop the act.”

She stepped back away from him. “Really. I don’t know who you think I am, but I have been honest with you. I have only slept with one man before you.”

“Ahh. And he’s the one that put you up to this?” He came towards her again, his finger tracing the tattoo. “I bet he's pissed I branded you. But then if he valued you so much he shouldn’t have sent you to do his dirty work.”

Faith was suddenly tired of this whole thing. As much as she wanted him, she couldn’t go through with it if he thought she was that dishonest. “He doesn’t value me, in the same way you don’t, or anyone else on this planet.”

She turned and began gathering up her clothes. “This was a mistake. I am sorry about last night. I honestly did not know it was such a big deal.” She pulled her panties back on, not bothering with her bra, only slipping her top over her head so she could get out of there quicker.

“Hey, slow down.” He came towards her and tried to hold her in his strong arms, but she pushed him away.

“It’s best if I leave. This is not what I intended. I’m not the right woman for you.”

“Who says?”

“Come on, you’re all badass, and fit, and I’m all doormat and...Well, we’re not the same.”

“Stay with me tonight. Tell me about the real you. I won’t take this any further, Faith. But I want to know the truth. I want you in my life, more than you know. But I expect loyalty, and that’s something you’re very good at. The question is, will you give that loyalty to me. I promise you I won’t abuse it.”

She stopped dressing, and looked at him squarely. Her heart wrenched in two. The decision was clear, she either chose Snake and abandoned her brother, or she chose to carry on being used by Stan and Rob. There really was no decision to make. She went to him, and whispered, “Make love to me, and then I’ll tell you everything.”

He was risking a great deal for Faith. If he found out who was responsible for last night he would be expected to deal with them, severely. However, the stronger emotion pulling at him and conquering his judgement was the need to protect her. So he would promise her anything to find out what was going on, because the only way he could help her was if he knew what he was up against.

Although he would eventually find out anyway, you could find out anything if you know the right people to ask, or threaten, he would prefer to hear it from Faith. Because that would mean she trusted him, something she didn’t do yet. But she wanted to. He could see it in her face; she longed to know who she could put her trust in.

As she came to him, and placed herself in his arms, he wanted to tell her everything would be all right, that he would protect her, if she would let him. For Snake, trust was a large part of his life; it was how a motorcycle club worked. They trusted the other members implicitly. After all, to be accepted into the club they had had to earn it. Then, they had to maintain the values set out by him, honesty to all members was the utmost rule.

However, if she told him, and he kept it to himself, as he’d promised, in some small way he would be being disloyal to his brothers. Keeping a truth from them was as good as lying, in his eyes.

So her lips on his gave him conflicting feelings. Feelings he had no choice but to set aside when her hand curled around his cock, and moved in that magical way she had mastered very quickly. And she wondered why he struggled to believe she was so innocent and inexperienced.

His thoughts cut off then; she knelt before him, and tentatively took him in her mouth. “Ahhh,” he gasped, as she sucked, a little too energetically. Oh, he was going to explode soon if she kept that up. So he put his hands on either side of her head, and guided her.

At first, he slid in and out of her mouth, looking down and watching her lips stretched around him in an O. She caught the rhythm, and began to move of her own accord. Up and down, curling her tongue around him and experimenting with licking and sucking alternately.

She looked up at him, for reassurance, and he wanted to smile, but he couldn’t, he was too intent on what she was doing to him. Pulling back she took just the head of his cock in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the tip, before taking him fully again. He clenched his fists, trying to hang on, but she made it impossible. He was about to warn her he was coming, but it took him by surprise, his seed pulsing out of him into her mouth.

It was then he figured this truly was her first time, or she was a good actress, because she nearly gagged. His cock fell from her mouth, but he was in the throes of a tremendous orgasm, and he spurted his seed out, most of it spilling on to her fabulous breasts. For a moment she looked horrified, she had no idea what to do. Funny, because many women liked him to come all over them, maybe it was an acquired taste.

She got up quickly, looking quite pale and headed for the only other door leading off the room, the bathroom. As the door closed firmly behind her, he guessed he’d got his answer; she really had never done that before.

For the second time that day, Faith thought she was going to be sick. Trying hard to get herself under control, she ran the cold tap and tied to wash her mouth out. Nothing had prepared her for the moment when Snake had come. It had been a shock, and her reflexes had kicked in, very sexy. Acting like it was poison, now that was a cool move.

“Faith, you OK?”

She buried her head in her hands, unable to answer him.

“Can I come in?” The door opened before she had time to answer. “Hey, come on. What’s the matter?”

“I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t help it.” She was so close to tears.

He laughed. “You’re not the first woman to do that, you won’t be the last.” He came and knelt before her, pulling her hands gently away from her face. “Come to bed with me Faith.”

Looking into his face, she felt the first tug of something more than just lust, an ache that only he could ease. Again, she told herself to get out of this, because the deeper her feelings grew the harder she would fall when he tired of her and sent her away.

However, it was pointless to kid herself she could walk away now, she wanted him, and needed to find out what it was like to be made love to by this man. She lifted her fingers to trace along his cheek, and down over his chest. He was still naked and she noted the hardening of his cock as she touched his skin. She smiled, and he lifted her hand and kissed her fingers, sucking on them, making her body tingle deep inside.

She craved him, to feel him inside her, to experience him taking her slowly. When he pulled her up to her feet, she followed him willingly. Eager to please him she held his hand tightly as he led her back to the bedroom, tumbling down onto the bed next to her.

He turned on his side and kissed her, trailing his lips down her neck and then over her breasts. She shifted to face him, and his hands cupped her breasts before he sucked her taut nipple into his mouth. Lifting her leg, she placed it over his thigh, allowing his fingers to enter her wet sex. Her body tensed as he pushed deep inside her, her fingers stroked his back, and her mouth kissed his neck.

Arching her back, she pushed forward onto him, wanting more of him inside her. What she really longed for was his thick cock, to feel joined with him, as he plundered her heated depths. Snake wanted to tease her more first. His thumb grazed her clit, the position of her legs making it easy for him to stroke her there.

She murmured in his ear, incoherent words of pleasure as he took her close to a shuddering climax. Her body took on the rhythm of their lovemaking; she closed her eyes and imagined he was inside her as she rose to new heights.

“It’s no good, I need to be inside you,” he said, suddenly stopping and grabbing a condom. He slid it on, telling her, “I really want to ride you without this thing on.”

“I’m sorry.”

He flipped her onto her back and positioned himself between her thighs, sliding forward to push against her slick entrance. “One day I’ll put our child in your belly.”

Faith was shocked, and was about to ask him if he meant those words truthfully, but then he plunged deep inside her. The way he moved, their bodies joined as one, meant in no time at all she couldn’t even remember her own name. All she knew was that he was very big, and impaled her very deeply.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathed, pushing into her.

His lips met hers and he kissed her tenderly, his thrusts becoming less forceful. Cupping her face with one hand, he stroked her cheek, sliding his tongue into her mouth, making her feel closer to him than she had ever felt to anyone before. She moved against him, pressing her body close to his, moulding her soft curves to his hard muscled body.

He stilled inside her, lying motionless, her sex gripping him, tightening around him like a snug sheath. For an endless time they lay like this, lips pressed together, as though nothing else in the world mattered.

There was no need for words; there was simply the two of them here together in this moment. Faith felt as though their relationship had been hit by a reset button. All that had passed no longer mattered, other than her sudden acceptance that she did belong to him. She did not need a tattoo to remind her of that, it was now ingrained in her very soul.

Snake moved again, slowly at first, and then his momentum grew, pushing her back towards that shuddering peak of pleasure. His hips pushed forward, pressing her against the bed, allowing him to penetrate her deeper with each stroke. When Faith thought he could press no deeper, he grasped her knee and lifted her leg, each lunge almost painfully filling her sex.

His orgasm grew, his hips circling to stretch her, she clung to him, her nails scratching his back as he drove her over the edge, her body tensing and then relaxing as she came. He nipped at her shoulder in the grip of his climax, an animal seeking release, thrusting into her until she ached inside.

Slumping down by the side of her, he lay still, his breathing ragged and hard. His hands stroking her skin, keeping up the intimate contact between them, even though sex was over. She wrapped her arms around him, wanting to feel near to him, trying to put together the jigsaw of their relationship, difficult when her thoughts were so confused.

“You know this goes against everything I stand for.”

His words stirred her from a peaceful place, where she was dreaming living together with Snake, and the promise of children. She wanted to ask him what he had meant, but was scared of his answer.

“What, being here with me?”

“No, the way I feel about you, the things you make me want to do. Things I never thought were for me.” He spoke quietly, and right there in that moment he could have been anyone. An accountant, a shopkeeper, not the rough and ready biker she had assumed he was.

“What sort of things?”

“A house, settling down. Kids even.”

“Aren’t those things you want?”

“Never have up till now. My mom wasn’t the maternal type. I swore I would never have kids unless I could guarantee them a better childhood than I had.”

“Same here, I suppose. But you’ve had so many women. I’m nothing special.”

He turned to look at her, his hand on her cheek, his face fierce. “You’re wrong. The way you stayed true to whoever put you up to what you did last night. The strength you found to take what I did to you in front of my brothers.”

“It wasn’t so hard, not when I wanted you so badly.”

“So I would ask you the same thing, why someone like me?”

“Other than the obvious?” She reached between them and stroke his cock, which hardened in her hand.

“If you keep doing that, you had sure better be ready to take the consequences.”

“Oh, I am.” She kissed him, but then pulled back. “I want to trust you.” The words slipped out, raw and needy, and she felt stupid. Covering up her raw emotion she finished lightly with, “Anyway, don’t I belong to you now?”

He glanced down at the tattoo, still a little inflamed, and said, “You most certainly do, Faith. You most certainly do.”

He kissed her breasts, his tongue curling around her nipple, and then his mouth covered it, sucking it in hard. His hands cupped them, his palms chaffing the sensitive skin while his mouth took each hardened bud in turn and tortured them until they were sore.

She writhed against him, her hand trying to keep a steady rhythm, pumping his cock until he was incredibly hard. The first of his precome appeared, and he pressed himself forward, groaning with need.

“I want you to ride me Faith, I want you to sit on my cock, so I can watch you come around me.”