Chapter 6
The evening didn’t unfold as I’d expected. Daria warning me away from her daughter dashed the few plans I had and completely threw me off. Just when Effie and I were getting back on track, the damn woman popped up again. As Effie’s mother and my boss, I’d never openly disrespect her. But she was a bimbo, plain and simple, who put herself and her readers at risk to indulge in a fantasy.
How in the world do you write about fucking bikers for a living, and be shocked when they expect you to pitch pussy?
Women who came to the club were either ol’ ladies, club girls who fucked everything in sight, or on the hunt for a biker to rock their world. Those three basic categories were not hard to grasp. Yet, the MC author seemed clueless that she fit the mold for the third category.
And I almost blew my cover, thanks to fucking Desmond, the prick.
Shaking my head, I finished taking a leak, shaking my cock off before I tucked him back in my jeans. Effie had run to the little girl’s room, and I’d seized the opportunity to relieve my expanded bladder. Once I washed and dried my hands, I walked out. I’d instructed Effie to head straight to Striker’s table if she finished before me. She’d listened, sitting pretty, a vision despite her evident discomfort. Only Striker sat with her, and though he wasn’t as bad as some of my club brothers, he was a dirty dog unsuited for the company of someone like Effie.
Strolling over, I held my hand out to her. “A few more songs, then we’ll head out.”
At the relief sweeping over her face, I side-eyed the fuck out of Striker. He just shrugged and grinned. Instead of pushing the issue, I grasped her hand and tugged her back to the dance floor. Smile by Florida Georgia Line was playing, and we quickly found a rhythm, swaying to the beat together.
“What was Striker telling you?”
“Nothing,” she replied, a complete load of bullshit.
Her dismissive tone and evasive answer only fueled my curiosity. Chances were a less-than-subtle pass by Striker disgusted Effie. If I got confirmation of my theory, it’d do nothing but piss me off. He outranked me, so beating his ass for disrespecting my girl simply wasn’t an option.
Wait.
My girl?
Where the fuck did that come from?
Effie would just be a fling. Nothing permanent or serious. I liked her more than I should’ve, but the reality of my world dictated a night of fucking would be the extent of our relationship.
Maybe, two nights. We lived almost nine hours apart in our regular lives. No fucking way would I travel six hundred goddamn miles just for pussy when I had more than enough available at the clubhouse every day.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Effie’s sweet voice seeped into my brooding.
“My thoughts are worth more than a penny, babe,” I replied. Her giggle delighted me.
Smile faded into Fancy Like by Walker Hayes. We adjusted our groove to match the new song. We didn’t say much as we danced, just basking in each other’s company.
“Slice?” Effie whispered when the song ended.
A pretty flush colored her cheeks. Fuck me, but she was a beauty.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” My husky voice betrayed my desire.
“Are you going to kiss me again?”
Big Boy sprang to life at her breathy question. Our kiss outside rocked my fucking world. I’d merely meant Striker to see her in my arms, so my claim would be clear and no bullshit would arise. I hadn’t expected the depth of her passion or the feeling it stirred inside me. “Do you want me to?”
She was silent for some seconds. Then, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. For a moment, her boldness shocked me. Not sure why. This was Effie. She took life by the handlebars and went after what she wanted. She nipped my lower lip and I groaned, wrapping my arms around her waist. My brothers’ catcalls and hoots broke us apart. The attention turned Effie’s brashness into bashfulness. Her cheeks were thoroughly pink.
I caressed her lower lip, swollen from our kiss. “Let’s ride out, babe.”
She nodded, clutching my hand as I led her out of the clubhouse. The chilly night air greeted us, but didn’t cool my blood.
“Where are we going?”
“The hotel,” I answered, helping her onto my bike.
Disappointment swept over her features. “Oh.”
My hands lingered on her waist. I was painfully hard, and Effie was a grown woman. If she wanted to fuck me, who was I to throw a wrench in her plans?
“You misunderstand me. You won’t be going to your room when we get there. You’re coming to mine.”
It was almost comical how her face lit up, all because the big bad biker would finally give her a taste of what she’d been chasing. I couldn’t hold in my chuckle. Leaning down, I brushed my lips over hers, then hopped on my bike and started it up. Typically, I enjoyed nothing more than riding my motorcycle, but tonight, I couldn’t get to our destination soon enough.
As we rode in the elevator to my floor, Effie texted her mother some bullshit about meeting up with a friend who’d left Corpus to attend college in Austin. In reality, she was following me to my room for dick. When the elevator door opened to my floor, I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her down the hall to my room. Her giggle at my eagerness brought a smile to my face.
Inside the room, I kicked the door shut and flipped on a light, then settled my hands on her waist. I took a moment to admire her beauty, my gaze flickering across her face. Filled with lust and excitement, her hazel eyes locked with mine. Her dark curls framed her heart-shaped face, and her lips— God, those fucking lips —were parted ever so slightly. Her tongue darted out to wet them and my stomach tightened.
“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart,” I murmured, thumbing her bottom lip.
“I can say the same about you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “But we’re not here to compliment each other, so—”
I didn’t let her finish her cheeky comment. Her gasp was lost as our lips met, my hands exploring the lithe curves of her body. A thrill shot through me. The warmth of her lips was intoxicating, and the taste was divine, like a sweet summer berry. She melted into me. Her fingers dug into the fabric of my shirt as she pressed closer, the softness of her body a stark contrast to the hard lines of my muscles. Her intoxicating perfume, a mix of vanilla and something musky, filled my nostrils. Our mutual need was a raging inferno, consuming and intoxicating. My tongue slid against hers and her moan vibrated through me.
“Slice,” she breathed against my lips, her voice shaking with need. “Please…”
“Please what?” I whispered, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.
My blood burned at what I saw in those hazel depths.
Desire that rivaled mine. Trust I didn’t deserve. And submission she was eager to offer.
“You know what I want,” she said.
I swallowed at her boldness. A second ticked by before I found my voice.
“Strip for me,” I ordered, stepping away to give her space to carry out my command.
A playful smile touched Effie’s lips as she raised an eyebrow. “You want me to do a striptease?”
“I sure do, babe.” My dick jerked at the thought of her beautiful skin bared to me. “I want to see every inch of you.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded. “As you wish.”
She grabbed the hem of her black cotton T-shirt, pulling it over her head and revealing a black lacy bra that created mouthwatering cleavage. My gaze glued to her heaving tits, my cock threatening to explode in my jeans if he didn’t get some relief. She allowed me a moment to admire her before she reached for the button of her jeans. Her fingers trembled slightly and a flush spread down her chest as she slowly slid the denim down her legs. Her eyes held mine. She revealed a matching thong. I groaned. Her jeans pooled around her ankles.
A fierce blush stained her cheeks. She stood before me, completely vulnerable, completely mine for the night.
“You like what you see?” she asked, a teasing lilt masking the uncertainty on her face.
“I love what I see.” I clasped her waist. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.”
She clicked her tongue and I paused. My brows furrowed at her slumping shoulders.
“Shit,” she mumbled, wobbling back. Away from me. What the fuck? “My shoes.”
My gaze dropped to her combat boots. Fuck me. Earlier, I’d ordered her to ditch the heels. More practical for riding, but harder to come off, and impossible for her to just step out of her skinny jeans with them on.
“Turn your back,” she said, reaching down to unlace the boots.
Smirking in amusement, I stayed in place.
She scowled. “Now.”
“As you wish, Your Highness,” I teased and turned to give her the privacy she wanted. I didn’t point out I intended to not only see and feel every inch of her, but taste, too.
Fabric rustled. To prevent further delay, I stripped myself, unconcerned about a striptease or looking sexy. My clothes were piled on the floor within a minute. Big Boy slapped my navel as he sprang free, the tip an angry red, a testament to how much I wanted the little minx behind me. Silence urged me to turn. Effie’s boots and jeans lay on top of her discarded shirt.
Her gaze flew to my cock. “Oh,” she squeaked.
Daria exposing Effie’s virginity came back to me. Perhaps, her shock stemmed from me truly being her first, though I couldn’t imagine Effie announcing to her mom that she’d fucked. Maybe, I was simply her biggest. Thankfully, she was candid in her flustered state, giving me the answer I sought.
“You’re, umm, super big. Like, pornstar big,” she babbled, her body a pretty pink. “Not that I thought you were small, but the other guys I slept with were much smaller. Not that I’ve been with a lot of guys, only two, but—”
“Effie,” I interrupted, not interested in hearing about her past exploits.
“Sorry.”
I had no right to be jealous of those other motherfuckers, but dammit if I wasn’t. However, I felt some relief that her mother had been wrong. Effie’s experience made things easier because I didn’t have to teach her everything.
We were veering wildly off track. My impatience to feel her wrapped around my cock grew to desperation.
She cleared her throat and fidgeted. “I’m fucking things up, aren’t I?”
“You aren’t, sweetheart,” I reassured her gruffly, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her closer. Touching her any place else might spook her.
Hmmm, what had she done with those other yahoos?
“I really care about you, Slice,” she said softly, her sweet words touching me. “And that’s making me nervous.”
I brushed my lips over hers. “Just calm down and let me take care of you.”
“M’kay,” she murmured, allowing me to guide her to the bed.
She sat on the edge and scooted back, resting against the pillows. Her sun-kissed skin contrasted against the white sheets and her hair cascaded around her shoulders. She was a vision. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting an ethereal glow over her. My cock twitched, a bead of precum escaping.
I joined her on the bed and stretched out behind her. Skimming my lips over her sweet-smelling skin, I moved my hands to her bra and unhooked it with practiced ease. I tossed it aside, leaving her perfect tits bare. My thumb brushed over one of her nipples. She gasped at that small touch. I urged her into the crook of my arms. Her perfect tits bared to my hungry gaze made my mouth water.
Not giving her a chance to dwell on her unclothed body, I brushed my thumb over one of her nipples and her back arched.
“So sensitive,” I murmured, trailing my lips down her neck. “I’m going to savor every part of you, Effie.”
To prove my point, I wrapped my lips around one of her taut nipples, suckling the pink bud, encouraged by her moans. I swirled my tongue around her tit, while my finger teased the other, rolling and pinching the nipple gently. When I switched my mouth to lavish her other breast with the same attention, I slid my hand to her thong, brushing against the damp fabric covering her slit.
“Sopping for me already,” I growled, dark with need. “How long have you been thinking about my cock in you, baby?”
“Every night,” she admitted, barely above a whisper. Short, shallow gasps escaped her.
I smirked and tore away the scrap of material covering her pussy. She was so fucking wet. A grunt of approval, a deep sound of satisfaction, escaped me. I teased her clit with slow, deliberate circles, and a low hum vibrated in her throat, a sound both pleasing and anticipatory. I slid two fingers inside her slick passage. With a gasp, she moved her hips against my hand, and her fingers tightened on my shoulders.
“You like that?” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her sternum.
“Yes,” she breathed, her body trembling. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t plan on it.”
I curled my fingers upwards, seeking the special spot that’d make her see stars. The tension in her body, the clenching of her cunt, and the quiet expletive she uttered confirmed that I had located it.
“Oh my gosh,” she whimpered, grinding against my hand. “I need…I want…fuck!”
At the addition of my third finger, she lost her train of thought, but fingering alone wasn’t enough for her greedy pussy.
“Tell me what you want, Effie,” I demanded.
“You,” she breathed. “I want you.”
My ego and dick swelled in unison. I trailed kisses down her stomach and withdrew my fingers. When I reached her lower belly, Effie’s legs parted willingly. I settled between them, admiring the pink, swollen lips of her pussy, the wetness seeping out evidence of her desire. I blew gently, teasing her tender flesh. She shivered and I chuckled. My head spun at her feminine scent, so sweet and delicate. Leaning forward, I softly kissed her inner thigh. My stubble brushed against her sensitive skin as I worked my way upward. At the apex of her thighs, I plunged my tongue into her core.
“Fuck!” she gasped, thrashing against my face, her fists clenching the sheets.
The heady flavor of her slick heat hit my taste buds. Groaning, I gripped her hips to settle her and savor her sweet nectar. I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips, exposing her even more to my lapping tongue and allowing me to explore every crevice of her pussy. I switched focus to her clit, swirling the tip of my tongue around it before sucking it between my lips.
“Oh god, yes!” she cried, her slim fingers twisting in my hair, her moans filling the room.
I kept my gaze trained on her face, admiring her blissful expression and heaving tits. Her eyes were closed as she writhed against my mouth, seeking more friction. She trembled and her body tensed. I knew she would soon come.
“I’m close… so close,” she panted, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.“Don’t stop, Slice, please!”
Well, who was I to deny such an impassioned plea?
Plunging two fingers into her wetness, I thrusted them in rhythm with my tongue. Effie’s toned thighs clamped around my head, trapping me against her heat. With a final cry, she came hard, her juices flooding my mouth as her body trembled. I moaned at the burst of flavor, and I continued to lap at her, helping her ride out her orgasm until she went limp.
On the verge of coming before I sank into her pussy, I couldn’t wait another moment. While she was still catching her breath, I pushed her knees to her chest and plunged inside of her. Our voices joined in a single cry, my sudden intensity of emotion making my chest ache and threatening to overwhelm me.
“Fuck, Slice.”
Ignoring the sting of her nails digging into my shoulders, I held her legs in place and filled her to the brim. When I bottomed out, I took a moment to adjust to the bone deep pleasure of finally having her in my arms. Soft and vulnerable around me, she gave herself freely, not hiding or holding back. I almost came then and there. I was no one pump chump, but Effie challenged my near-perfect record.
Tenderly, I scrubbed strands of damp hair off her flushed face and brushed my lips over hers.
“You feel so good,” I groaned. Gripping her hips, I began moving slowly. “So fucking tight.”
Controlling my burning desire allowed me to set a steady pace. Each deliberate thrust was designed to drive her wild. Her moans mingled with mine. Her pussy clenched around me and my eyes almost fucking crossed. My cock dragged along her walls and she responded to each small movement, our bodies attuned.
Short, shallow breaths escaped her. Pleasure glazed her eyes. Her nails repeatedly raked over my back, the slight sting fueling my increasingly frenzied thrusts. Her head lolled to the side. Gripping her chin, I forced her to keep her gaze trained on me.
“Look at me,” I commanded, low and rough. “I want to see those beautiful eyes when I make you come again.”
She nodded, whimpering a tiny, “Okay.” The sound of her sweet voice tightened my balls.
Her eyes sparkled with lust. As she adjusted to the pace I set, she moved with me. Our bodies synced in a primal flow. She fit against me oh so nicely, and if I was more of a sap, I might say she had been designed just for me.
“God, Effie,” I breathed, picking up the pace and pushing harder, deeper, into her.
The occupant in the room next door probably cursed my entire fucking lineage, but I couldn’t care less. As tension built inside me, my entire world narrowed down to the delicious friction of our bodies.
“More!” Her single word spurred me into a frenzy.
Reveling in the way she surrounded me, I couldn’t deny her demand even if I’d wanted to. I released my hold on her legs to grip her hips. My fingers dug into her flesh. She wrapped her legs around my waist, desperately trying to keep up with my vigorous speed. Skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by our mutual cries of ecstasy. Fire coursed through my veins and down my spine.
“I’m going to come again!” she cried, her hold on me tightening.
“Come for me, Effie,” I ordered, my voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you come around me. Let go, baby.”
With one last whimper, she complied; the tension in her body released as she screamed in ecstasy, a sound that vibrated through her very being. Her slick, hot walls clamped down on my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fuck!” I roared, lost in sensation.
A last thrust and I exploded, coming hard and spilling inside her. My vision whited out for a moment and my body shook. When my orgasm subsided, I stilled and collapsed against her.
Catching my breath, I flipped our positions and wrapped my arms around her. She rested her head against my chest, the scent of sex and her filling my nostrils. It was a combination I could become addicted to. I could wake up to the comforting warmth of her skin pressed against mine and fall asleep to it every night.
“That was incredible,” she murmured, hoarse. Her fingers traced mindless patterns on my pec, the light touch sending electricity down my spine. “The best I ever had.”
I chuckled, my chest puffing out in pride. “Same.”
She hummed in response; my simple statement seemed to have pleased her. A comfortable silence settled between us, the lingering warmth of our lovema— nope, we weren’t in love—of our fucking , leaving us both sated and deeply satisfied.