Sierra swaggered into the bar as if she owned the place, peeling her shades off in what she hoped was dramatic fashion. If she was going to look the part, she wanted to back it up with attitude.
They had ridden as far as the gas in the Harley would take them before stopping and filling the tank. While she and Colt may look badass in their black leather, that didn’t mean they weren’t hot in the desert heat, and an air-conditioned bar and something wet was just what they needed.
Had they left straight away from the motel this morning they wouldn’t be riding in the heat of day, but getting to play slip and slide in the shower with Colt this morning, then her shopping trip, was worth the delay. Especially the shower.
“Michelob on draft and a menu,” Colt said as they settled in a booth.
“Same,” Sierra said.
The skinny waitress nodded, popped her gum, and spun to fetch their order.
“Everyone is looking at you,” Colt said with a grin. Not that he blamed them. This was a well-known biker bar just north of Vegas, and it was full of bikers. Rogues, outlaws, inlaws and loners, they all mixed here and it was considered neutral ground. The place was large, a destination in its own right, and was always full of leather clad men and women, but there wasn’t a woman in the place that came close to having the impact Sierra did.
She looked around, struggling not to smile as her eyes swept the bar. People were beginning to turn back to their own drinks and conversations, but it was clear she’d caused a sensation when she’d entered, and she liked it…she liked it a lot.
The waitress sat the two beers and menus on the table. “I’ll check on y’all in a minute,” she drawled, her southern accent as thick as honey.
They picked up their menus, but Colt barely glanced at his before putting it down again. He’d been here many times in the past five years and knew the fare well. What he didn’t know, though, was what he’d been thinking when he’d invited Sierra to join the club. Well, actually, he did. He’d been thinking he wanted her in his bed for a while. That’s what was so confusing. Yes, Sierra was hot as the fucking desert, but he’d been bedding sexy women for years and never invited one to join the club. He should take her to Reno and leave her there. That would be what was best for her, but goddamnit, he wanted her. He wanted her not only because she was smoking hot, but also because she was different from so many of the women in the club. All of the ones he would even consider making his old lady were already paired up with another member. The rest, the free floating fucks as he thought of them, he didn’t have any use for other than as a place to stick his cock. They were stupid, always stoned, nasty pieces of work, or all three.
Take Monica. She certainly wasn’t stupid, and wasn’t always stoned, but she was one conniving bitch and he didn’t trust her as far as he could come on her. That was the big failure of the DVMC. Nobody trusted anyone else. He trusted his crew, and a few others, but even those who generally supported him were still caught up in the backstabbing and dirty dealing of the club.
He couldn’t blame them. They were trapped in the system and if they didn’t mix it up, they would get eaten alive. But Sierra? She wasn’t afraid of anyone or anything. She’d proven that several times already. He needed another person he could trust, someone who would rise above the sex, drugs and booze. She could show others there was a better way. All he had to do was—
“Since you’ve been here before, what’s good?” Sierra asked, interrupting his thoughts.
“I always get the Greasy Pig.”
Sierra looked the menu over. “Fried boneless pork chop sandwich?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” she said laying the menu aside. “You convinced me.”
“What can I get for y’all,” the waitress asked almost before the menu hit the table.
“Two Greasy Pigs, with chips,” Colt replied.
“Ranch for the chips?”
“None for me,” Colt said.
“Yes, please,” Sierra countered.
“Want a refill?” the girl asked with a nod at their half empty mugs.
“One more.”
“It’ll be right out,” the waitress replied as she picked up the menus and left with their order.
Sierra sipped her beer as she glanced around the bar again. She was having a hard time believing she was doing this. Less than a week ago she was stuck in a dead in job in a dead end town. Then Colt and the Death Valley Motorcycle Club had ridden in and stirred up trouble. With a gun to her head she’d been taken as a hostage and then given a choice. Walk twenty miles in the middle of the desert or return to the DVMC clubhouse to satisfy Colt’s carnal desires. She’d chosen the latter, and ended up making more money in one day than she did in a year by knocking over a grocery store. To top that, rather than walk away and starting anew with her good fortune, she was going back for more.
She watched Colt a moment as he sipped his beer. What she was doing made no sense! Part of it was the allure of easy money, but she would be kidding herself if she said the thought of sharing Colt’s bed every night wasn’t a factor.
The plates with the steaming sandwiches and chips hitting the table pulled her from her thoughts. “Let me know if you need anything,” the waitress said as she sat the two beers on the table.
“We should go,” Colt said. They had spent several hours in the bar, shooting pool and sipping beer. Sierra sucked at pool, but she nearly beat him anyway a couple of times because he couldn’t focus as she leaned over the table. He noticed that most of the bar seemed mesmerized by her, as well, and it wasn’t for her skills with a cue.
He’d given her some lessons, stepping in close behind her and pressing in tight to her ass. She was so bad he couldn’t tell if she was affected by the feel of him, but his game sure as hell was.
“After this game, okay?” she said with a smile that made him feel sweaty. “Help me with this shot?” She didn’t care if she sunk the shot or not, but she did want to feel him pressing against her ass again as he wrapped his arms around her to guided her stroke.
He stepped around the table and bent over her, placing his hands on hers. As she pressed back into him, he nearly groaned desire.
She smiled as she felt him push back into her and she glanced up to his face. He was looking at her, not the shot, so she flattened herself more to the table, allowing her breasts to flatten and press up in the blouse. “You’re not watching what you are doing,” she whispered as he drew her cue back.
He glanced away and with a sharp motion, struck the cue ball. It was as sloppy shot, but the six ball dropped into the pocket. They took their time straightening, Colt keeping her ass tucked tightly into his crotch. “It’s all in the stroke,” he murmured into her ear as he pressed into her ass a little harder.
“You’ll have to show me your stroke when we get back to the clubhouse,” she replied as she moved to line up another shot, once again lying on the table, offering her ass up for him to see.
He smiled as she scratched the shot. She may suck at pool, but that wasn’t a skill set he cared about at the moment.
He braked hard as the side road flashed past in the light of the headlamp, then looped the bike around in the middle of the road and pointed it down a dirt track.
“Where are we going?”
“We have to make a stop.”
“Why?”
Why, indeed? They had only been on the road for another hour, but he hadn’t been able to get the vision of Sierra stretched across the table and her purring promise of pleasure when they arrived back at the clubhouse out of his mind. He’d been nursing a throbbing hard-on for the entire hour and he couldn’t stand it anymore. “There’s something I need to do.”
“What?”
“You’ll see.”
They rode about ten minutes down the dusty track before he stopped the bike and shut the engine off, the headlight going dark and leaving them in moonlight.
“What now?” she asked as she stepped off the bike.
He carefully leaned the bike onto the stand, making sure it wouldn’t sink into the sandy soil and fall over. “Now,” he said as he grabbed her and pulled her forcefully to him, “I’m going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before.”
His kiss was breath taking in its intensity, far more so than any kiss she’d ever experienced. There was no stopping what was about to happen and they began to strip, throwing their leathers to the ground. They tumbled to the earth, still hot from the scorching desert sun, but she didn’t care. There was no tenderness, only need, and they grasped and tugged at each other as they were devoured by their desires.
He didn’t understand what was happening to him as they wrestled and squirmed on their leathers. He was always in charge, always in control, however he felt anything but in control with Sierra. He wanted her so badly that he didn’t care about anything other than feeling her surrounding him, kissing her, fucking her for hours without end. Her kiss was torrid, lighting a fire in him unlike any he’d experienced before. With a gasp he pulled back and began to kiss down her body, tasting the salt from her sweat.
“No,” she growled, pulling him forcefully upwards. She needed him inside of her, and right fucking now! She’d been sitting in her own dampness for the last hour and she wanted to waste no time before feeling him inside of her again. “I want you to fuck me, and fuck me hard,” she breathed as her lips closed over his again. She was burning with desire, knowing they were going to be fucking hard and loud in the desolate landscape. She could easily imagine them as the last man and woman on earth, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, that excited her even more.
He entered her in a single vicious thrust, driving deep into her womanly core. Her quiet bark of pleasure followed by a sexy smile as he pressed in hard sent tingles through him.
“You better make me come. I want you to make me scream,” she cooed as he began to move, driving into her in long hard strokes.
He began to slam into her, driving into her as hard as he could, his excitement overtaking him. “This what you want?” he growled.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she breathed, the feel of him, his need for her, twisting her up and making her feel like she’d never felt before. “I want you to fuck me so fucking hard. Please…fuck…please fuck me!” She twisted her hands into his hair, leaning up to lick the sweat from his chest. He was a fucking god, his face twisted in arousal, his muscles rippling and bulging as he fucked her harder than she’d ever been fucked before.
He was completely out of control, his reserve stripped away by Sierra’s soft begging. He tumbled to the right, the hot hard ground stinging his back but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything other than pleasing this woman and making her scream in pleasure. Not the fake scream as he’d heard so many times, but a true cry of pleasure.
Sierra scrambled after him as he pulled out of her. No way! He’s not getting off that easy! she thought as he rolled to his back and beckoned for her. She turned and draped herself across him, swinging her leg over his face and settling. His arms surrounded her hips and tugged her down tight as his tongue began to dart and probe just as she took his manhood into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped the head in a warm, wet, embrace before she plunged down, almost gagging herself, but she didn’t care. They were in a war, a war of pleasure, no quarter asked or given, and she was determined to destroy him.
Sierra was a force of nature tonight, growling, snarling and slurping his cock as she pumped her hips against his face. He could feel his orgasm forming and he knew as excited as he was he wasn’t going to be able to hold out long. With a snarl he shoved her aside, peeling her off his cock before she made him come. They wrestled briefly in the dirt, rolling over once, then again as each tried to be in the dominate position before he overpowered her. With a snarl he shoved her head down and slammed into her from behind, driving in deep as his head flung back in pleasure, holding her until she stopped struggling.
“You ready to scream, you bitch?” he sneered softly into her ear as he leaned over her back, panting from desire and exertion.
She forced her head up and glanced over her shoulder, her eyes hard in challenge. “If you think you’re man enough.”
He smiled at her, relishing the thought of taming his woman. “I’ll fucking show you I’m man enough.”
She smiled back, enjoying the thought of breaking him, of fucking him until his beautiful cock hung limp and useless. “Bring it.”
She dug in as he exploded into motion, the sandy soil hot and hard against her hands and knees, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of his cock plunging into her furiously, the sweat running off her in little trickles, dripping from her face and body onto the parched earth.
He slowed in his furious driving thrusts, stalling his orgasm and trying to catch his breath in the still oppressive heat. He was dripping sweat, the water running off him in rivulets. Sierra glowed in the full moonlight, a puddle of her own sweat in the indention at the small of her back. He leaned over her and jacked her head back with his hand, roughly kissing her jaw and under her ear. He began to thrust hard and fast again, the slickness of her sweat-soaked body against his own as they fucked the most erotic thing he could imagine.
“Yes,” she grunted as he began to pound into her again. She’d already come once as he lapped at her pussy, but she could feel another release approaching, an orgasm of epic proportions. “That’s it,” she gasped, moving with him, his rough kisses telling of his own desire. “That’s it,” she repeated. “Fuck me, goddamnit, you fuck me like you mean it.” She crushed her eyes closed as her orgasm began to surround her, burning through her, making her feel weak. “Ah, fuck! I’m going to come again. You better make me fucking come you bastard. Make me come!”
His breath came in bellows like gasps, the heat sapping his endurance, but he could sense Sierra spooling up, her breathy gasps telling of her impending climax and he was determined to give her an orgasm she would never forget. “I want to hear you scream,” he snarled. He felt a shiver pass through her and she collapsed to her elbows, but he didn’t stop pounding into her, pressing her into the dirt with his hands, fucking her has hard as he’d ever fucked a woman.
She hung in the balance, her eyes squinted tight as her face rested on her hands. She hadn’t been able to support his weight any longer and had dropped to her elbows, his hands pressed her down and forcing her breasts into the dirt. His roar as he pounded into her, the splash of his wetness inside of her, the excitement of fucking in the open under the desert moon was her undoing.
“Oh… fuck!” she cried, loving that she could give voice to how she felt without fear of attracting attention. It was just her and Colt alone in the middle of the desert. “I’m fucking coming so fucking hard!” she cried again as the main force of her orgasm rolled over her like a tidal way. And still he fucked her, roaring again into the night, flinging his head this way and that, the sweat flying from his hair landing on her like raindrops, and still he fucked her.
He was ablaze in orgasmic fire, every muscle clinched tight as his climax shredded him like no other. Never had he ever come so hard. With a final cry of completion, pain, pleasure and desire, he shoved her hard away, falling back onto his heels, unable to continue but unwilling to stop.
She fell to her side, gasping and panting as she shivered through the most intense orgasm of her life. I knew I was wound up…but Jesus Christ! She opened her eyes and could see Colt slowing rising to his knees and reaching for her. He was panting like a bull and dripping sweat, covered in smears of thin mud, so she must have given as good as she got. She was half on, half off their leathers so she rolled over as he settled beside her.
“I made you scream…bitch,” he said softly, a glimmer of a smile on his lips before he touched her lips gently with his own.
“I wasn’t the only one screaming…asshole,” she reminded him as he pulled back.
He snorted out a laugh. “No. I guess you weren’t.”
“In fact, I don’t think I was as loud, or long, as you.”
He chuckled again. “No. I don’t think you were either. Fuck, I have never come like that in my life. I hope you’re on the pill.”
She twittered out a laugh. “I am, and me neither,” she said as she snuggled in. It was still hot as hell, but she wanted to feel his closeness, and it wasn’t like she could get any sweatier. “I don’t have anything to worry about do I?”
“No. I have always been careful. Until now anyway.”
She smiled in the darkness. She wasn’t sure why, because it sure as hell wasn’t smart, but having him get so worked up that he forgot to put on a condom pleased her. And truth be told, she’d forgotten, too, thinking only of having him inside of her.
They were quiet for a time, kissing and touching softly. He knew he hadn’t been entirely honest with her about what her life was going to be like back at the clubhouse. For a while she would be protected by his influence, but eventually he was going to have to make her his old lady, and all that entailed, or she was going to have to go into the general population barracks. Once that happened, she was going to be fair game for every swinging dick in the place. She was going to have to fuck and fight, just like everyone else, and he hoped she was up for it. But that was for another day. For a while, at least, she would be safe so long as she kept her head down.
Sierra could sense Colt slipping into the aloofness that he always seemed to have after they had sex. She didn’t understand it, but she guessed it must have something to do with the club because he hadn’t been like that this morning. But that was before she’d decided to check out joining the DVMC. She knew he didn’t like how the club was run, and she could certainly understand how having to fuck on demand, not for pleasure, but to prove yourself, would take all the fun out of it. She kissed him softly on the lips again. Of course, he’d risen to the challenge tonight, and I can’t imagine any woman being able to continue after a fucking like that.
She shivered, the desert bleeding off its heat into the night. “I’m cold,” she said as she snuggled in closer. The ground was still nice and warm, as was Colt, but it wasn’t enough to stave off the nights chill.
“Yeah…we need to go anyway. We still have over an hour’s ride ahead of us.”
She nodded and sighed as he began to disentangle himself from her. She knew they needed to go, but she didn’t want to give up the closeness she felt at the moment. She struggled to her feet and picked up her clothes, flapping her leathers to shake out the dirt. “We’re a mess.”
“It was worth it, though, wasn’t it?” he asked as he leaned in for a kiss. As she took his lips, breathing deep, he couldn’t believe it when he felt his cock twitch in anticipation. He thought he was surely done for at least a couple of hours.
“Oh yeah,” she purred and then giggled as she gave his rapidly hardening cock a stroke. “Later. Get dressed. I’m freezing.”