Chapter 21

Heart

She’s had an induction into our club, seen the way that we live. As I watched her taking in the club whores doing what they’re here for, I tried to analyse her reaction. Shock, for certain. Disgust? Nah, it was more like intrigue. Too embarrassed to look for too long in any one direction, but no particular judgement that I could see.

We walk in silence up to the suite, and then pause awkwardly in the short hallway between the two rooms. She seems hesitant to go into hers.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Her tongue licks her lips, making my cock come to life. “Your life is free, isn’t it, Heart? The freedom of the open road which I can understand. And the freedom to take what you want.”

“If you’re talking about the sweet butts, we don’t take, they give. Ain’t no woman forced here, darlin’.”

She considers that for a moment, then, fuck me, she grins. “What got me is how it’s all so open.”

“Not everyone fucks in the clubroom.” Though I admit I’ve done it in the long distant past. Before Crystal. “There are back rooms where people can go if they want privacy. But yeah, you could say most of the brothers aren’t shy.”

She shivers, and I notice she’s pressing her legs hard together, and through the material of her t-shirt I can see her nipples are hard. Christ, she’s turned on. The idea that the sights she’s just seen had made her horny make me grin, and my cock swells. Putting one crutch under my arm, I reach out and curl my hand around her neck. “Did you like being a voyeur, sweetheart? Did you like what you saw? Did all that testosterone get to you?”

Then it slams into me that watching my brothers was one thing, wanting to be the woman servicing them was another. “You ain’t gonna be fuckin’ my brothers. Wouldn’t look good if you went with anyone else. You’re my ol’ lady, and if you want to fuck anyone, it’s gonna be me.”

Her eyes flick to mine, allowing me to see her pupils are dilated. My possessive grip tightens.

Fuck! I can’t do this. My cock says I can.

We stand like that for what seems like ages. A blind man could feel the tension in the air. Both of us horny as fuck, and neither of us prepared to do anything about it. I want to send her away and take care of myself in the shower for the first time in months, while thinking of Crystal, using my memory to exorcise thoughts of this living, breathing, sexy woman in front of me from my brain.

Her tongue licks her lips again, and her hand comes out and touches my chest. I can feel the warmth like a burn to my skin. “I don’t do relationships, Heart. But I do use men to get my rocks off. Perhaps not as indiscriminately as the whores, but I’m little better than them.”

“You fuck without any involvement.” If that really is the case, she doesn’t know how she’s tempting me.

“I can’t afford to get attached.”

Because everyone leaves her. Like I will, this pairing has an end date.

The way she’s looking at me, she’s just issued an invitation. I need to be sure. “You wanna fuck?”

Again her eyes shoot to mine and there’s a slight hesitation as if she fears rejection, then she says quietly, “If you do.”

Notwithstanding the sweet butts, it’s about the coldest arrangement that I’ve ever been offered, nothing more than getting my rocks off with a whore. No emotion, no ties, no strings. A way to relieve a mutual physical need.

My desire to remain celibate has flown out of the window. My fears I’d never get it up for a woman again disappeared. Because of her. She’s got something that entices me. My cock’s now so hard it’s needing some kind of relief. And being a man, I’d prefer it not to be by my own hand.

Feeling a madness about me, reaching past her, I open the door to my room. “Comin’ in?”

A moment of indecision, and then a decisive quick up and down dip of her head. “This doesn’t mean anything, Heart.”

“Nothin’ at all,” I confirm, putting my hand to the small of her back and gently pushing her inside.

How do I do this? If it had been uncomfortable between us out in the hallway, it’s doubled as soon as we’re faced with my big double bed. The item of furniture I last used with Crystal. I stare at it for a moment, trying to see the ghost of my wife there. But the churning in my balls pulls my mind in a different direction.

I was married for four years, and for all that time faithful to my wife. I knew what she liked, what she wanted, how to touch her and where. Crystal had been a good woman, but not particularly imaginative during sex. But she’d satisfied me enough that I never wanted another.

Now I’ve a different woman who’s gonna be with me tonight. The thought excites and arouses me more than I would have thought.

She’s standing, unmoving, as if waiting for instruction. And I have no fucking idea where to start. For years it was to come home to a warm body already naked.

Resting my crutches against the wall, I balance carefully on my healing legs, running both hands up and down her arms, feeling her tremble beneath my fingertips. “You’re gonna have to help me here, sweetheart.”

“Your legs?”

“Yeah.” I can’t put my weight on my knees, so there’s only one way this can go. “You’re gonna have to be on top.”

“I can do that,” she whispers, her voice low and husky.

She steps out of my reach and moves to the middle of the room. After only a second’s vacillation, she unbuttons her pants and kicks off her shoes, and then she’s pushing them down, and her bottom half is almost naked.

I’m leaning lazily against the door, taking a sharp breath as I see a firm heart-shaped ass covered only in flimsy lacy material. Underneath the straight-laced cop is a woman who invests in expensive underwear. I grin.

“Turn around,” I instruct. “Take off your top.”

She shakes her head. “I can’t do that, Heart. I’m…scarred.”

I remember she’d been in an accident, and I feel a wave of sadness for her. “I’m scarred too, darlin’. Not afraid for you to see that.”

“I don’t mind, Heart.”

“Why would you think I do?” I ease out of my cut and place it neatly on a chair, then gingerly push away from the door and go to the bed, having to sit to take the weight off my legs. Leaning forward, I take off my shoes, then lean back to undo my pants.

“Let me help.”

Without waiting for permission, she comes and takes hold of my waistband. I lift my ass so she can slide them off. As I told her, my legs are covered in scars from the operations I’ve had, and from stab wounds. And if she could see under the skin, she’d find metal holding my bones together.

“Touch here.” I take her hand and let her feel the almost invisible lump. “That’s from my first op.” She doesn’t grimace or react as she touches the rod.

In one move I’ve dispensed with my t-shirt, and now the wounds on my upper body come into view. The ones courtesy of the Demon Sons healed, but still raised and red. My body a memorial to pain. My skin puckered, my tattoos distorted.

But she’s not cataloguing my injuries, her eyes seem fixed to that part of me that’s now tenting my boxers, making them seem alive as it twitches under its cover. Grinning slyly, I instruct her. “Take them off.”

Again, I lift myself up to help her, and now I’m naked and her gaze is transfixed to my cock. And fuck me, she’s leaning forwards, flicking out her tongue to lick the pre-cum off. I haven’t felt anything like this in fucking years. Crystal wasn’t fond of giving me a blow job, but I didn’t miss it as much as Viper. But fuck me, as she wraps those lips around my length, trying to take as much of me inside as she can, I can’t remember a time it ever felt so good. She looks like she’s enjoying it.

I collapse back on the bed and give into sensations I never thought I’d experience again.

It feels so good as she hollows her cheeks and sucks me in until I’m touching the back of her throat, then pulling back, then taking me in again. When she swallows around me I’ve come close to shooting my load. “Sweetheart, stop. Com’ere.” As she continues to mouth fuck me, I take hold of her hair and gently pull her away.

Her eyes are glassy, her mouth swollen, and her cheeks flushed with desire. “Didn’t you like it?”

“Fuckin’ fantastic, darlin’. Too fuckin’ good. But I need to get you off first.” Inching myself up the bed until I’m lying straight, I pat the pillow under my head. “Come here, darlin’. Straddle my face.”

She wavers, uncertain. And then whispers in that sexy voice, “I’ve never done that before.”

“Give it a try.”

Slowly she grins, and then puts one leg over me, followed by the other. The material of the shirt I’ve yet to make her discard flopping down over my face. I push it away. As my hands start raising it, she stills, and her palms stop my progress. “Don’t, Heart, please.”

“You’ve seen mine, only fair I see yours.”

I give her a moment, then when she doesn’t protest further, I take off her top. As it catches on her head she helps me, then covers her chest for a second before coming to a decision and throwing it away. Then she makes short work of her bra, and I hear her indrawn breath. But my eyes don’t focus on the scars beneath, fixing instead on the beautiful globes above. Pink-tinted nipples that cry out for my attention.

As my fingers lock onto those peaks, her head goes back and she gasps. When I pinch harder I doubt she knows what she’s doing as her body drops, and she starts grinding herself against my chest, leaving a trail of wetness behind.

I can smell her from here. I need a taste as much as a man needs water in the desert. “Move up, darlin’. Sit on my face.”

Still unsure, she moves slowly. But then she’s above me at last, and what a fucking beautiful sight. She’s got short pubic hair, perfectly matching her hair, a natural blond. A landing strip points the way to her labia, and as she stretches her legs wide, it opens for me like a flower, her arousal glistening like the dew of early morning.

The perfume makes my nostrils flare, and her little exclamation as I pull her down and slide my tongue around her clit goes straight to my cock.

“Heart!”

It’s been ten months since I tasted a woman, and I’ve forgotten how it stimulates my taste buds, sending sensations straight to my cock. Her flavour’s different to Crystal’s, a little more salty, but intoxicating in its own way. As my tongue toys with her, her moisture’s increasing, and I lap it up, like a man dying of thirst. My eyes watch her. She throws her head back again, her features contorting as she chases the peak I’m trying to get her to.

She’s all I can hear, touch, taste, smell, and see. My mind, my brain, totally focused on her. I try circling her clit, then pressing harder, then sweeping my tongue in her channel again. Recording every nuance, every change, every sound of encouragement, learning this body so new to me.

And then I feel her muscles tense, her legs moving closer, becoming a vice around my head. Her movements are erratic, she’s all but smothering me as she approaches her release.

And then she’s there, and my name comes out of her mouth as a wail. I grin into her pussy as I lick slowly, helping to bring her down.

Then I see her face looking down at me with an expression almost like surprise. “Fuck, Heart. No wonder bikers have a reputation.”

Helping her lift herself up, I grin. “Like that?”

She huffs a laugh. “Just a bit.”

“A bit? Then I’ll have to try harder. Move down me, darlin’. I told you you’d have to do all the work.”

“I think you just proved yourself wrong.” A deep throaty chuckle that makes my cock jump. Then she’s sliding down my body, her hands tracing the scars on my chest. But she doesn’t linger or take her time.

Soon her knees are either side of my hips, hovering over my dick, her teeth biting her lips in concentration as she positions me beneath what my tongue has already told me is a very tight pussy.

I recover my wits. “Condom.”

“I can’t get pregnant. And I’m clean, Heart. I was tested as part of my medical, and haven’t been with anyone since I left South Carolina.”

“I’m clean,” I manage to stammer out. My cock, growing even harder, seems to think her being on the pill or whatever is exciting. Raising my head, I reach out my arms and place my hands either side of her hips, applying slight downward pressure. She positions me right, and starts to lower herself.

The head of my dick disappears, and the whole thing seems to thicken as I take in the sight. Fuck, I can’t wait. Gripping her tighter, using the strength I’ve built up in my arm muscles from using those darn crutches, I take charge, pulling her body down hard.

She’s tight, but wet, and I slide in easily.

“Heart!” She cries out as her face twists with shock.

“You okay?” It’s hard for me to form words.

“Just a bit more than I’m used to.” She’s struggling to breathe.

I give her a second to adjust, while feeling a blast of typical male pride. And then she starts moving, easing herself up and down on my cock.

I’m already primed by her blowing me, aroused to fever pitch by her taste in my mouth. Her speed is too slow, too torturous, keeping me hanging.

My fingernails leave marks in her skin as I struggle to hold back. I lift her up a little, then tug her down, thrusting up at the same time. I quicken the pace, and she’s right with me. Her eyes open and fix on mine.

After the months of abstinence, I’m not going to last long. “Get yourself off, darlin’. Play with that pretty clit.”

Her hand snakes round and starts rubbing, her rhythm keeping time with my up and down strokes. An unfamiliar tingling starts in my spine, and my balls grow heavy, the delicious reactions of my body that I’d almost forgotten.

“Are you close?” I gasp, but I needn’t have asked. Her muscles contract, squeezing my cock.

As the first cry comes out of her mouth, I wouldn’t be able to stop even if I wanted to. Ten month’s worth of cum shoots up my dick, and keeps coming and coming, in the longest orgasm I’ve ever had.

We take a moment without speaking, both our chests heaving as we take air into our lungs. When the flush on her skin begins to lighten, she lifts herself up, my release flooding from her pussy and soaking my pubic hair.

“Had a lot stored up there,” she observes cheekily. Her hand comes up to cup my face for a second, then she moves off the bed and goes into the bathroom to clean herself up. I hear the toilet flush while I lie here, totally drained with no energy to move.

And then she returns, carrying a washcloth she’s found, and fuck me if she’s not cleaning me up.

“Hey, that should be my job,” I tell her with a smile.

“You can return the favour next time.”

And we both freeze.

When Drummer told me I had to take her as my old lady, getting fucked was the very last thing on my mind. I’ve no fucking idea what came over me, and how the hell we ended up having sex. And from the bewildered expression on her face, neither does she.

“Marc,” I begin, but she shakes her head to stop me.

“It’s alright Heart, I understand.” She nods as though to impress that she really does get it. Then quickly finding her clothes, only stops to put on the top which covers her scars, then carries the rest out of the door. She closes it behind her, then after a second she opens it again.

She glances at me, gives a half smile followed by a wink, then disappears into her room.

She’s remembered my instruction to leave both doors open.

I listen to the sounds of her getting ready for bed, and then the lights go out. I turn my own bedside lamp off, and am enveloped in darkness.

I should be lying awake, I should be wallowing in misery, regretting what I’ve allowed to happen, worrying about the ramifications and the effect that my betrayal will have on me.

But instead, my body so weary, I go straight to sleep.