Chapter 10
Daisy
The place that Big John had taken me resembled what I’d thought an emergency shelter would look like. The tables in the restaurant had been stacked up and replaced with cots. On those cots were pillows, blankets, and personal items that had obviously been brought in by whoever had claimed the cot. The booths along the walls were occupied with mostly women and children, some were eating, and others were playing games. A small TV had been brought in and had been set on a corner booth, where two young boys were playing some kind of video game. No one gave off the appearance of being frightened or put out because of the circumstances.
Some cots had been set up in the bar area, too, but I had a feeling that, due to the atmosphere of the bar, those were meant for the men. At one point, Big John set the crock of stew down and announced that it was for anyone who was hungry. As I followed him I searched for Jasmine, but didn’t find her. Before I knew it, we were entering the clubhouse at the back, where the members were. Heads turned our way, chins came up in what I was beginning to realize was the universal code for “hello” for bikers, and there were signs of blatant appreciation in the eyes of the women present as they landed on Big John with open lust.
And familiarity.
I glanced away, pretending that I hadn’t noticed how they lusted over him, how he returned their smiles with flirtatious winks. Jealousy burned through me as if I’d swallowed acid, and I hated myself for it. I felt the urge to lash out, but knew that if I did that I’d only make a fool of myself. Big John wasn’t mine.
I didn’t know where we were going, but my curiosity was answered when we made our way upstairs and then Big John was unlocking and opening one of the doors. One quick glance revealed that the room was used for more than just a bedroom. I took in the huge bed in the center of the room, the dresser opposite it with a big TV on the wall above it. There was even a small table and chair next to the window, and a recliner in the corner. The closet door was open, and I assumed that there was a bathroom behind another closed door.
I realized that this was his personal room as he closed the door behind us.
“Oh, no,” I protested, spinning around to exit the room. “I’m not staying in your room.”
Big John slapped his hand against the wall next to my shoulders, preventing me from getting too far. “What are you afraid of?” His other hand came up, boxing me in on either side.
I raised my gaze reluctantly to his. “Nothing. I can sleep on one of the cots downstairs.”
He moved in closer. “I want you up here.”
“Are you saying that I’m not safe down there? With all your brothers and their families?”
He scowled. “I have plenty of single brothers walking around. I don’t want to worry about them making a move on you.”
I snorted. “Why?” He didn’t respond. “You’re something else, you know that?” I tried to push him away, but my hands against his chest did nothing. “What if the love of my life is down there, just waiting to discover me?” I joked, laughing in the face of his taut-jawed anger. He clearly didn’t like that thought. “Why should I matter to you?”
He exhaled a harsh breath. “I’m trying to protect you.”
“Fuck you,” I hissed, getting tired of hearing him say that, and I couldn’t believe I’d dropped the f-bomb. “News flash: I’m an adult, Big John. I don’t need your protection, and frankly I’m tired of hearing you use that as an excuse to get me to do what you want.” There, I’d called him on it, and he looked anything but pleased. Before I knew it he was flush against me and crushing me against the wall. I caught my breath. “What are you doing?”
“You’re right,” he growled down at me. “I pushed you away the night of the party to keep you away from me and the club while I dealt with club shit. But you’re here now.” He moved closer, his great wall of chest muscle flattening my breasts, his face so close his breath whispered across my parted mouth. “And you’re fucked.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that and opened my mouth to ask, but Big John took that second to crush his mouth down on mine. As soon as the firm smoothness of his mouth touched mine, I opened to him like a flower to a bee and I absorbed all of him. I was helpless to fight the sway of his potency, the heat and tantalizing flavor of his tongue as it attacked mine as if he were a hungry beast trying to get every last drop of me.
At first it was just our mouths touching, tasting, biting, and soothing. We couldn’t get enough. The sounds of our loss of control, the pleasure we were taking from each other, filled the room. And then it wasn’t enough. Big John’s hands began to move over me, roaming down the side of my neck, over my shoulders, down my arms. They traveled to the front of my body, shaping and squeezing my breasts through my sweater, losing more control as his hands explored the indentation of my waist, the flare of my hips, and then around to the softness of my bottom.
I moaned, arching my hips into his erection, as he squeezed the cheeks of my butt and drew me against his grinding cock. His deep groans were animalistic, like an animal claiming his mate in the most raw and primitive way, like a wild, savage creature. I was a fool for letting this go so far, but I wanted Big John. I wanted him so badly despite what instinct was warning me against. I reached up and lost my fingers in his hair, pulling and tugging in silent communication for him to give me more.
His fingers went to the hem of my sweater and inched their way beneath, bringing it up my thighs, my hips, my belly, and over my heaving breasts. I had on a red, lacy bra, my breasts swelling over the cups, and he paused to take a look.
A long look.
I watched, spellbound, as his expression grew taut with arousal.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Big John rasped, before taking my breasts into his large hands. He massaged them for a brief while, and then he flicked the front clasp opened with surprising ease, releasing the heavy flesh into his open palms. The callused roughness of his warm skin felt good against my skin, stimulating me into a quivering mess. He groaned low, leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth.
I shivered, whimpering with pleasure. Wetness escaped my pussy, I could feel it wetting my thong. “Yes!” I begged him, arching further into his mouth. My hands clenched into his hair, holding him to me firmly. I lay my head back against the wall, mouth open, hips thrusting.
“Say my name,” he demanded, talking around a nipple.
“Big John!” I would have done whatever he wanted if it meant that he would keep his mouth on my breasts.
Grunting, he moved his open mouth back and forth, loving both breasts and nipples equally. He pulled the sweater up and I raised my arms as he took it off me and tossed it to the side. Then his hands dropped to my waist. Our eyes clashed, and I knew that the intensity I saw burning in his matched what he saw reflected in mine. “I want you naked. Now.” The passion in his tone frightened me. My hands fell to where his were at the top of my leggings, but he shook his head and moved my hands aside. “No.”
I stood silently against the wall while Big John kissed his way down my body. My hands fell onto his wide shoulders, moans and whimpers flowing between my lips as I quivered wildly with anticipation. First, he unzipped and removed my boots. Then he pulled my leggings down my body, leaving on the red thong beneath. When I was naked except for the thong, he put his mouth on me and began nibbling, licking, kissing his way back up my legs toward my dripping pussy.
When his nose was level with my pussy he sucked in a deep breath. “Fuck. I need a taste.” He nudged the thin covering aside and the next thing I felt was his tongue licking between my folds.
“Oh!” I gasped, as pleasure consumed me in an instant. My hips shot forward as my clit screamed for more contact. “Big John!”
“A taste of heaven, baby.” His tongue lapped my clit and labia, the rough texture of it adding more pleasure than I thought possible. His hands clenched into my butt cheeks, massaging them and pulling me firmer against his mouth. “I’m going to fucking devour you,” Big John groused, licking and sucking on my plump mounds. “Taste so fucking good.” His tongue speared past my pussy, going in deep.
I cried out with pleasant surprise, clenching my nails into his leather padded shoulders. “I want you naked, too, Big John,” I complained. I wanted to see his body, see the tattoos that I knew covered his skin, see the muscular build my hands had already discovered.
“In time, baby.” Without warning he picked me up and tossed me onto his bed. I barely had enough time to scoot myself up the bed before he fell between my legs. His powerful hands gripped my thighs, and then he was pushing my legs further apart, making room for his wide shoulders. Within seconds he was back to lapping at my pussy, and I sank onto the bed in bliss.
“Oh. God.” The scruff on his face scraped my inner thighs. His tongue licked and nipped my pussy lips and clit, while his fingers invaded my body. First one, and as I arched high with vocal pleasure he added two more. As my orgasm grew, so did a scream, and I jammed my fist into my mouth to drown it out.
Everything inside me gathered in my core, only to release in a tremendous gush of wet rapture so intense that I thought I might black out. White stars danced behind my closed eyes when I lost my breath. I arched high against Big John’s mouth and fingers, silently demanding more, willing my orgasm to go on and on, convulsing out of control.
I’d barely come down to earth when I opened my eyes to see Big John jackknife up, remove his cut and the tee beneath, his eyes never leaving mine, his breath harsh and choppy. His hands made quick work at undoing his pants, and then he kicked off his boots and removed them. My eyes rounded when I realized that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. It didn’t matter, though, because every square inch of the magnificent body he’d exposed to me took my breath away.
He was built like a freaking God! What I’d only suspected before came to light as he peeled away layer after layer of clothing to reveal hard, defined muscles covered in bad-ass tattoos of skulls, motorcycles, the Phantom Riders MC logo right across his chest, and plenty of tribal ink. Big John was a walking masterpiece of panty-melting hulk.
He was a big, bad-ass hulk with a hulking big cock. It was so big that it curled right up to his lower abdomen. The wide slit in the mushroom-shaped head glistened with pearly pre-cum. As I watched, Big John curled his hand around his bobbing cock and gave it a few rough tugs, causing a drop of cum to leave a track beneath his bellybutton. I was so turned-on by the man’s appearance that I had a mini orgasm.
A crooked grin spread across his mouth. The bastard. Nothing got past him. He didn’t waste any time in dropping back down onto the bed and covering my body. I felt his monster cock right at my opening, throbbing against my swollen pussy. “Hell, I’d like to fuck you raw.”
I knew what he was saying, and I was stupid for wishing the same thing. I wanted to feel him without anything between us, wondered what it would feel like to have him shoot his seed inside me. The image made me grow hotter, but the reality was that this might be our one and only time together, and I couldn’t take the chance. I couldn’t trust Big John. I might just be another notch on his bedpost that he could brag to his brothers about.
I felt him move between our bodies, realizing that he was slipping on a condom. Anticipation at the thought of what it would feel like for him to slide into me made me twist and gyrate beneath his heavy weight. I reached up and nipped at his chin. He jerked back in surprise, but there was humor in his eyes. “Fuck me,” I encouraged softly.
He grunted and grabbed his cock, running the tip up and down my slit before settling it at the entrance to my pussy. He slammed his mouth down onto mine at the same time he slammed his hips forward, penetrating my body with one forceful plunge that vibrated through my whole being. The stretch and burn of his entry lasted only until he began to move. As our tongues meshed and danced around each other, I raised my hips to meet his thrusts, which were slow at first, then picked up speed.
“You’re tight as fuck, baby,” he grunted. “Just like I knew you would be.”
I dug my nails down Big John’s back, feeling him stiffen slightly as he continued to fuck me. “Are you complaining?” I teased, out of breath. I sucked in my breath when he pulled away.
“Fuck, no,” he breathed heavily against the side of my neck, turning his face and putting his lips against my skin.
I felt him kiss and suck me there, too involved in what we were doing to worry about any lingering proof of what we’d done. He was skewering me in the most delicious way, expertly stroking that elusive erroneous zone located just past my entrance in my upper wall. Another orgasm blossomed in my core.
My hands roamed down Big John’s body, feeling the muscles flex in his back, reveling in the feel of his rock-hard buttocks as the cheeks loosened and tightened with his thrusts. His strokes were so powerful that every time he entered me the force pushed me further up the bed. Little grunts passed through my lips, louder, harsher grunts escaped his.
“Big John!” I cried out. I was going to come.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my belly, and pulled me up on my knees before I could crash. In the next instant his cock was slipping into me from behind, the angle making him feel even bigger and longer. My pussy walls swelled and squeezed around his cock as he pumped his way to my soul. My orgasm was on the fast track, and it surged up and over the peak of no return. As I convulsed, Big John’s hands cupped my swaying breasts and tweaked my nipples.
“I’m coming!” I cried out, slamming my butt against his loins. The hair that had escaped my braid clung to me in wet strands, and sweat dripped off the tip of my nose. “Oh, God! Oh, God!” I chanted, feeling my body pulse strongly around his cock.
“Aaaaggghhhh!” Big John grunted loudly, holding himself still inside my body. Even through the condom I could feel the explosive violence of his release, could feel every jerk of his cock as he filled the condom with his seed. “Oh, shit!” His hot breath bathed my shoulder.
The hands at my hips held me in place, which was a good thing, because his big body was shuddering so hard that he could have easily severed our intimate connection. As orgasmic bliss claimed us, and gradually our body’s movements slowed down, our breathing calmed. Big John seemed content to remain inside my body, even when his cock was spent. I found that I enjoyed his weight on me. I liked his heavy muscles crushed against my softer body. His warmth cloaked my back where he’d collapsed against me.
He moved. We both moaned. Big John kneeled up, pulling his deflated cock out. Once he moved off the bed, I was able to turn on my back and collapse against the cool sheets. Silently, I watched him remove the full condom and disappear into the bathroom with it. Then I heard the toilet flush and the water running. I didn’t realize that he was getting a shower until I heard the glass door close.
Wow. He wasn’t one to cuddle after sex, or for conversation. Paul hadn’t been, either, but at least there was one big difference between them. Where Paul could not have cared less about seeing to my needs once he’d come, Big John had been a considerate lover, seeing to mine first. I wondered if he were as considerate with his other women. I pushed that thought from my head, reminding myself that I wasn’t one of his women.
I wasn’t his anything.