SEAN

 

I could understand why Lydia was worried about coming to a place like the Grindhouse. We kept things in order. Nobody was gonna start shit in our place. But it had its share of intimidating people. If you couldn’t enjoy a beer with some punk eyeballing you or your girl, you were better off drinking at home.

The Grindhouse wasn’t just my clubhouse. It was my home. Anybody who disrespected me was disrespecting the patch. We didn’t take any bullshit. And I wasn’t about to let anybody start shit with Lydia.

After picking her up from home, we headed to the Grindhouse to begin the festivities.

I didn’t have any special plans with her. From what I could tell, Lydia didn’t want anything special. That alone made her worth keeping…

The night had only just begun but Gina was already on the prowl. She was a hot little piece and every able-bodied cock in the building was ready to pounce on her. She knew she was in control though.

She moved around on the dance floor like an enchantress. She swayed her hips and moved her body to the rhythm of the music like it was made just for her.

“She’s a pro,” Lydia said.

“Definitely. She’s been around the block more than a few times.”

“Is that a turn-off for a biker?”

“Turn-off? Bikers are just looking to stick their dicks into something tight and wet. They couldn’t give a shit about a girl’s other intentions.”

“Gina was really excited about coming here tonight.”

“From the looks of things, she’s going to be coming later on tonight, too.”

“The girl just doesn’t stop.”

Lydia and I looked at one another. She smiled up at me and I couldn’t help the warm feeling I had in my chest.

The night was in full-swing. Patches from several different clubs had made it out to enjoy the evening. Friends and fans of the Black Reapers were all out to show their appreciation to the club by choosing the Grindhouse as the place to drink tonight. The music was thumping. The conversations grew louder as bikers at every table had pissing contests with each other.

Even though the Grindhouse was packed and rowdier than ever, I still felt like we were the only two people in the world. There was nowhere else I’d rather be.

We were at the side of the bar, sitting in a couple of chairs along the wall, and enjoying our drinks. The crowd seemed distant. I had my eyes locked on Lydia while she stared at her friend dancing a few meters away from us.

Her face slowly shifted toward me, that damn perfect smile on her lips.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked.

“What makes you think something’s on my mind?”

“Because you’re staring at me.”

“So? Maybe I’m just staring at you. What if I was just admiring how fucking gorgeous you are? That’s not a possibility.”

Her cheeks reddened, her smile growing wider.

“I suppose that’s a possibility,” she said with that grin of hers. “But I know it’s more than that.”

“How do you know?”

“I just… do.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “You’re smart. I guess that’s what I like so much about you.”

“Is that what you like most? I figured it was that I sucked your cock and let you come all over my face.”

“That’s always a plus. But that’s not the reason I want to be here with you tonight. Not the main reason, anyway.”

“So, what is the main reason? Tell me.”

She leaned in closer to me. She didn’t wear any perfume but the faint scent of her hair was enough to overpower the stench of alcohol and smoke that filled the bar. It was like smelling roses when you were surrounded by dumpsters.

“All right,” I said. “There is something I wanted to tell you.”

“Oh, yeah? What is it?”

“I figured I should be completely honest with you. We’re… We’re getting kinda serious. I’m glad you’re spending more time with me.”

“I enjoy being by your side, Sean. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

“I know. And I wouldn’t make you stay here if you didn’t want to be here. That’s why I want to tell you what’s going on.”

“What’s going on?”

She raised her eyebrows at me. She had such an innocent face. Maybe I’d spent too much time in Ivory, but she didn’t look like any of the other women in this town. It only made it easier to tell her.

“Garnet got the club a job,” I said.

“What kind of a job?”

“We transport product. Moving weight.”

“Product…”

Her face twisted in confusion. I tried to figure out a way to tell her in not so many words but she already knew.

“You mean drugs,” she said.

“Yeah, something like that.”

I didn’t have a problem with it but it was clear she did. A bit of uneasiness on her face, Lydia shifted her eyes away from me.

I had to do fucking anything to tell her it would be all right and there was nothing to worry about.

“We’re not dealers,” I said. “We don’t distribute ourselves. Not in Ivory, not anywhere else.”

“So, what are you doing exactly?”

“We transport. We take the shipment from down south then bring it up north to the big city. We’re just messengers. We don’t have anything to do with manufacturing. We don’t sell it to customers. We’re just mailmen, so to speak.”

“Right…”

“If we didn’t do it, they would find someone else to do it. There’s a lot going on in Ivory and the cops don’t have a clue about it.”

“They do, actually. I talked to a cop who came by the bakery earlier today. He told me they were monitoring club activity in Ivory.”

“We know about the surveillance. But the police force isn’t big enough to cover every club.”

She sighed a deep breath. Despite her reservations, it looked like she was giving me a chance.

“I just don’t want you to get caught,” she said. “I want you to be safe.”

“I’ll be safe. I know how to watch my back. The only time I ever spent in jail was when I lost control of my emotions. Look…”

I reached forward and put my hand on her cheek. I held her face softly in my palm as I looked into her eyes. I stared right at her, hoping to put her at ease.

“…Just a few jobs,” I said. “Then the club will be back in the black. I have to do this. I owe it to them.”

“You don’t have to explain it to me. I know how important the club is to you.”

“You’re important to me. Lydia, I’d do anything for you. If something isn’t right, I’ll make it right.”

Her throat shifted with a swallow. A soft nod and a smile on her lips put my heart at ease. Just a look from her was enough to make me forget about anything that could have been bothering me.

“Let’s not worry about that right now,” she said. “Is there somewhere we can go? Somewhere we can have some privacy?”

“I can take you back to my apartment—”

“No,” she said.

She leaned in close to me. She bit my ear softly and whispered.

“I can’t wait. I fucking want you now.”

The warm breath on my ear was enough to get my dick hard right then and there.

When she pulled away from me, the tenderness in her eyes was replaced with a lust that made my heart fucking pound in my chest. I clenched my jaw and nodded to her.

“Let’s go,” I said.

I took her hand and led her out of the bar and toward the backrooms. There were storage rooms where we kept all of the supplies for the bar.

As the music thumped through the walls, we headed toward a room that was all the way at the end of a long hallway. The sound of Lydia giggling behind me replaced the music in the distance.

“This way.”

I let Lydia head into the room first and flipped the switch for the light. It was a small storage room. A few racks with bottles of liquor on it were the only thing that kept us company.

I slammed the door shut.

Then I fucking pounced.

My mouth found her lips. I shoved my tongue forward and tasted her. She groaned as I worked my tongue down her neck. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin.

She writhed in my grasp. So I grabbed her wrists and pinned her up against the wall. She was helpless in my grip as I ravaged her with my tongue.

Her neck. Her cheeks. Her lips. I kissed her anywhere and everywhere. My desire to fuck her had me hard as a rock but I was going to consume her.

I pulled her shirt up over her head. It fell to the side, revealing her breasts in their top to me.

“I love your tits, babe…”

“Oh, yeah? Show me how much you love ’em.”

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. It fell down to the floor and showed me all of her. Perfect, milky tits with swollen pink nipples at the tips. There was just enough light in the storage room for me to see what I wanted.

My mouth watering, I lowered my face down and took her nipple into my mouth. I squeezed my lips around the pink flesh and sucked on it. I could have sucked her tits for hours. The way she was groaning, I knew she wanted it just as bad as I did.

I kept her pinned up against the wall, ravaging her tits with my mouth. The taste of her soft skin filled my gut with a hunger that only made me want even more.

“Suck on my tits,” she groaned. “Shit, that feels so good.”

“I want you to feel good,” I said between licks.

I took turns between her breasts. Her nipples were so swollen, they fit perfectly between my lips. She was trembling on the spot. Knees buckling. Body shivering. I knew she was dripping onto her panties. My hard cock was just dying to be inside of her.

Lydia had other plans.

A sudden show of force, she freed herself from my grip and pushed me forward. She kept a hand on my chest and stared right into my eyes. Seeing her standing topless in front of me with that look in her eyes…

Fucking hell.

It took every ounce of strength not to bend her over right then and there.

“You like my tits, huh?” she said with a smirk.

“Yeah, I do.”

“You sure you do?”

“Oh, I fucking do, babe.”

“Yeah…”

She reached down and grabbed my crotch. She didn’t have to search very far. I was hard. I was throbbing. And it was all hers.

“Yeah, I bet you love my fucking tits,” she whispered.

Her breath on the side of my face sent a surge through my body and toward my cock. She dug her hand into my jeans and found out just how hard I was for herself. Her other hand undid my belt and zipped my fly down. She lowered my jeans just enough to free my cock.

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Show me how hard you are.”

She spit in her hand and started pumping my dick. The lubrication on my shaft made it easier for her to jerk me. She gave me a few strokes before falling to her knees.

Looking up at me, Lydia stared at me with a lust in her eyes that would have made any man explode.

“Show me how much you love my tits,” she said.

She cupped her breasts and wrapped them around my cock. She worked herself up and down, massaging my dick with her tits.

Holy shit.

The feeling of soft skin on my dick was fucking incredible. I fell back and grabbed the shelf behind me to brace myself as she continued to wrap her tits around my cock. The look in her eyes only made it that much more satisfying.

“You like it when I do this?” she said. “You like how it feels when you’ve got your cock between my tits?”

“Your cock,” I grunted. “It’s your cock. Do what you want with it.”

“I think I will.”

She freed me from her breasts. It was only a second before her mouth replaced them. The warm and wet feeling of her mouth engulfed me.

“Fuck!”

I grunted as my body jerked. She bobbed her head back and forth slowly, taking every inch of me down into her throat. Her tongue massaged the underside of my shaft and licked the thick veins throbbing with life.

I reached down and ran my hand through her hair. Gorgeous brown locks entangled between my fingers, I started to move my hips in rhythm with her head.

Cock throbbing. Balls tightening. I held my breath and strained to hold back from how good she was sucking. My body had a mind of its own as I started to pump my shaft down into her throat.

Hearing her gag was music to my ears. Fluids spilling out of her mouth coated my shaft until I could no longer take it.

I reached my hands down and grabbed her by the shoulders, picking her up from the ground in one swift motion.

“What’s wrong?” she said with a grin, spit dripping down her chin. “You don’t wanna fuck my mouth?”

Her eyes were watering. The makeup on her eyes was running. But she still looked like the goddess she was.

“I don’t wanna fuck your mouth,” I said. “But I wanna fuck something.”

I reached down and undid her tight jeans. The black thong was the last barrier from getting to the smooth mound it hid. When everything fell down to her ankles, I saw the pink waiting for me. Glistening with fluid, I knew she was fucking ready for me.

“What are you waiting for?” she said.

She kicked her jeans to the side and they hit the wall with a thud. Her thong hung over one of her ankles. Naked in nothing but a pair of heels, Lydia looked like an angel. An angel who was here just for me.

I gripped my shaft and pumped it a few times. She backed up against the wall, legs spread slightly as she waited for me.

“Fuck me, Sean… Come here and fuck me…”

I walked toward her with the anticipation of an animal that hadn’t eaten in weeks. My tip near her slit, I felt the wetness coating my head. I put my face down and stared into her eyes as she started to give.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me.”

I shoved my cock into her with one smooth motion. I fucking impaled her pussy. I was into her so deep, I lifted her up from the ground and made her stand on her tiptoes.

I gripped her wrists and held her arms up over her head, pinning her up against the wall again. The rest of my body rammed into her. The sloppy sound of my body slapping against her wet pussy echoed through the small storage room.

“Oh, fuck…”

She whimpered in ecstasy, a combination of agony and pleasure. The music we made was like a chorus from Heaven.

I grunted hard with every thrust. I couldn’t say anything else. I couldn’t do anything else either. All I could do was focus on pounding her against the wall.

So I did.

I hammered my cock into her like I was trying to break the fucking wall. She continued to writhe against me. Stifled moans caught in her throat told me she was close.

I looked into her eyes. They were flickering, stuck between a dream and reality. It looked like she was on the verge of losing consciousness.

That was what I wanted. That was what I needed. I was gonna fuck her so hard that all she could think about was how fucking good it was.

I drove my cock up and into her, lifting her up from the ground with every hard thrust. She eventually conceded. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around the small of my back.

I had her right where I wanted her. Her hands above her head. Her legs wrapped around me. Her tits bouncing up and down. She was an enchantress doing everything she needed to pull every drop of cum out of me.

“I can’t take it,” she sighed. “Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me come. You’re gonna make me…”

Hearing her cry only pushed me even harder. I slammed my cock into her. I was sweating furiously. My muscles were aching. I didn’t care. I wanted to push my goddess over the edge.

“Oh… Sean…”

She cried out as her body started to convulse. She writhed against me, whimpering and shuddering as the orgasm consumed her body. I held my hands against her and pinned her against the wall. Feeling her small body tremble underneath me pushed me closer to my own end.

Fuck!

I couldn’t take it much longer. I was falling over the edge and nothing could stop me.

I pumped my cock into her as hard as I could until I finally found my release.

A deep, guttural groan escaped my lips as I started to spill out.

I pulled out as quickly as I could and wrapped my fist around my shaft. She stood back onto her feet and braced herself against the wall.

I started pumping my cock and exploded onto her belly. I continued to grunt as thick pulses of cum sprayed on her milky white skin. The sight of my seed on her made both of us sigh with pleasure.

I painted her until every single drop was out of me. After I finished, I let my cock flop down between my legs.

Half-naked and sweating, I stared at the woman standing naked in front of me. She was glowing with sweat. My seed on her skin, it dripped down her navel and trailed all the way down the soft flesh of her thighs. She reached down with an index finger and tasted it.

“Mmm,” she said with a grin. “Sweet.”

I smirked back at her and leaned forward with a kiss.

Suddenly, the door to the storage room opened up.

“Oh, shit!” Lydia cried out.

Michelle stumbled into the room, her eyes wide. Lydia covered herself up the best she could with her hands but Michelle could see everything.

“Come on, Brash,” she said. “Get a room!”

“Hey,” I said. “It was her idea.”

“Me?” Lydia exclaimed.

“Yeah, you. You’re the one who said you couldn’t wait.”

“Listen,” Michelle said, her hands in the air. “I don’t care whose idea it was. I just need to get some fucking liquor, okay?”

Michelle grabbed a bottle of alcohol off the shelf then started walking out of the storage room. Just before she left, she turned and looked at Lydia.

“Nice body,” she said with a wink.

Lydia’s face reddened immediately. Michelle left without saying another word. I laughed uncontrollably at the gorgeous woman standing in front of me. Even though Michelle was gone, Lydia still had her hands up over her breasts, covering herself.

“I don’t see what’s so funny about that,” she said.

“Come on. Michelle doesn’t give a shit. So she saw you naked.”

“Naked with your cum all over me. She probably thinks I’m some big slut.”

“Nobody thinks you’re a big slut. If you knew the things Michelle has done for Garnet… Trust me, she’s in no position to judge.”

“Still,” Lydia sighed. “I think we should get out of here.”

I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. The red on her cheeks started to go away. I couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Anything you want,” I whispered. “Anything at all.”