Chapter 14
Clyde
My head is as hot and throbbing as the dick in my mouth. I’m so hard I’ll need to open my pants soon, but I don’t want to take my hands off Road. The way he smells down here should be distilled and sold as aphrodisiac. I push his T-shirt up so I can see his stomach muscles move. He’s inked, he’s hairy, he’s rigid to the touch and I can’t get enough.
I push away any negative thoughts about what I’m doing, because it feels so fucking good to suck him in, taste the saltiness of skin, and the heat of his arousal. On one hand, I’m serving him, giving him pleasure, but only an idiot wouldn’t see that I’m in charge of him now. The most sensitive part of his body is inside me. It gives me such a thrill I lower my head, testing how much of him I can take.
As it turns out, not much, and as his cock hits my gag reflex, my eyes water as I struggle not to embarrass myself by coughing like a maniac. One of his hands tightens on the cushion, and his body hardens under my touch, but he remains motionless, stroking my hair when I withdraw to even out my breathing.
“Fuck… this… your mouth feels so fucking good around my dick,” Road whispers. “Look at me.”
Before I can think about bucking against the request, I just do it. I let my gaze trail up his powerful body, over the stiff nipples poking at his T-shirt, over this stubbly throat, over the mouth which maybe I shouldn’t be denying, and settle on his dark brown eyes .
I must look obscene with half his dick in my mouth, lips stretched over the substantial girth. But he stares at me like I’m God’s gift to him. Eyelids lowered, mouth a little open, breathing hard through that crooked nose I find so hot. I swear some pre-cum drizzled onto my tongue when our eyes met, and I swallow, trembling as the saltiness of his essence rolls down my throat.
Road takes a deep breath, eyes trained on mine when I tighten my lips and once again lower my head, sucking his shaft in. I’ve imagined doing this with a faceless male body so many times, but now that it’s happening, I drink up each and every gasp coming from Road, every touch he’s rewarding me with. He knows who I am. He could use this moment to humiliate me, but when I once again choke, he instead takes my hand and leads it to his cock.
“You look so damn fine,” he tells me when I tighten my fingers and pull them up the thick tool, until they meet my lips.
Sparks of excitement erupt on my shoulders and then all the way down my back. I do think I’m quite hot, but hearing it from another man, the guy I’m pleasuring, the guy I want to desire me? My chest feels so full.
I make a little groan to express that. Sucking him harder feels easier than words with a man like Road, a man I shouldn’t be with in the first place. I roll my tongue over the underside of his dick, exploring every inch. When it jerks inside my mouth, I tremble with arousal.
That’s it. I need my cock out, so I fumble with one hand, because I don’t want to let go of Road’s thick tool.
He gasps, and the hand that so far rested on the sofa climbs my arm, heating it with its touch. “Fuck. Yes. Take your dick out. I want you to jerk off while you suck on me like it’s a lollipop.”
The feral part of me wants to argue with him, but what’s the point? It’s already my favorite dick that’s not mine. I struggle with the belt buckle, so I do end up taking my hand off him. I’ve never pushed my jeans down faster. It’s both a relief and a thrill, because I don’t miss the way his gaze travels over my shoulder for a glimpse of my ass.
And I did all that still sucking on his cockhead, because I don’t want to stop. I can taste how horny he is for me and that makes me painfully hard. As soon as I wrap my hand around my own dick, I’m about to put the other on his, but I’m too greedy for all of him. I slide my fingers to his balls as I lower my head again, taking him as far as my gag reflex allows.
He mumbles my name, not Blue Eyes, the nickname he’s given me, but my actual name, and my balls tighten when I hear it in his gravelly voice. Road is my enemy, but I also can’t deny that he’s a real stud, and that I want him to have me. I want him to leave my hideout obsessed with me, and as I hollow my cheeks, rubbing my tongue against his smooth cockhead, I stroke myself faster.
I’m probably not the best head he’s ever had, but I’m gonna make up for that with enthusiasm. But also? Fuck it. This is for me. Because I love to feel his dick in my mouth. I love the taste of his pre-cum, even though it’s kinda bitter, and I love that he looks at me as if I’m a juicy steak, and he—a man who’s hungered for days.
I reluctantly let go of his balls just to get my hand back on his cock. It pulses in my grip as I jerk him at the same furious pace I stroke myself at. My face is on fire, shivers go down my spine every time he strokes my hair, and his moans are my new addiction. I sense he’s struggling not to pump his hips at my face in the little jerks he makes, and I appreciate that. I doubt my throat is ready to get rubbed raw when I’m only getting to grips with my gag reflex. But Road being a gentleman in bed? When I leave the shed, there’ll be pigs flying instead of birds.
“Fuck, your mouth was fucking made for this,” Road says, still watching me, still rubbing my skin, as if he can’t get enough of my touch. The wooden floor is hard under my knees, the scent of damp wood hangs in the air, but none of that matters now. Everything’s so perfect it’s easy to forget we shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be meeting in secret at all.
He was right though. He’s the only one I can do this with, because he’s in the same boat. Wondering too much about it is impossible with his cock twitching in my mouth. I’m hypnotized by the rhythm in which I bob my head on his cock while jerking off.
I take my hand off his meat to stroke the inside of his thigh instead. Fucking steel . I want him naked. Not right now, because I’m almost there , but when we’re done. At this point, any sense of shame has drifted away, consumed by desire. I’m not embarrassed that he sees me like this—on my knees, masturbating with his cock in my mouth as far as it can go.
No, I want him to watch me.
I paw at his thigh, elated, aroused, and barely lucid.
My orgasm comes like a smack in the face with electricity. Lightning seems to travel from my tonsils to my dick, and I moan as I rock my hips, spilling my cum all over the floor. His fingers tighten in my hair, making my scalp itch pleasantly, but then they’re on my shoulders, digging into flesh.
“Coming,” he rasps, and when I tighten my lips around his shaft, thirsty for my first taste of cum, it floods my mouth so fast some of it rolls down the shaft before I can swallow. It’s sticky, warm, and salty—I shouldn’t find it tasty, but knowing that I’m drinking down the contents of Road’s balls has me trembling as my climax is over, leaving behind exhaustion.
I pray, for his sake, that he doesn’t say anything stupid right now, or I might just kill him.
I spend a bit more time with Road’s cock in my mouth but once it’s soft, I drop it and stretch my body. For a while, we both catch our breaths. I even rest my cheek against his thigh, fantasizing about how good his dick tasted, and the sounds he made when he came. I rub some of the cum that’s dripped onto my hand into the coarse hair on his lower stomach.
This post-orgasmic glow feels like a decade of frustration dropped from my shoulders. I’m still a bit hazy when I get up and shamelessly straddle his lap without as much as adjusting my jeans. I wanna touch more of him. I take a deep breath and rest against Road, arms around his shoulders, cheek against his buzz cut. He doesn’t hesitate for a moment and throws his arms around me, resting.
“Liked that?” he eventually asks, pulling on my shoulder, so my head rests on the edge of his arm, letting him see my face.
I stroke the top of his head. “You have such a good dick,” I say, because it’s true. Not gonna be coy about it. “You?” I ask, hoping it doesn’t come off as needy. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked. Of course he liked it. He’s had his dick sucked by a member of the opposing MC. I frown at my own thoughts.
Road chuckles, grinning at me until I’m ready to defend my honor and punch him in the face once he, inevitably, says something offensive. But he nods and kisses my forehead. “Was it your first?”
I’m so stunned by this little expression of affection, I’m not sure what to do with myself. He has a nice smile. Not mean at all.
“Well… ye ah.” Though his question is making me wonder what his experiences are. What do I do though? Just chat to him about it like we’re buddies? I don’t want him to leave yet. “So… you could stay a bit. I could probably go again in a while. If you have time.”
The burn scar on Road’s face stretches when he sniggers at me. “No other plans yet. I could stay,” he says noncommittally, but let’s face it, why would he reject the offer of more sex, when he has nothing better to do? He’s already betraying his club by being here with me. Might as well go all-out.
I get off his lap, unashamed that my dick is sticking out. “It’s a hot day. Wanna undress?” I ask and make a show of taking off my T-shirt. I want to see all of him in the daylight.
Road bites his lip, watching me, but he’s already untying his shoes. “We could swim too. Assume there’s not a soul for miles?”
“It’s a dead zone around here, which is why I love it.” I take my own boots off and kick them to the side, impatient to see more of his skin. Just his presence, the smell of our sex in the air, puts me in a good mood. My jeans come off next, and I’m naked as God made me. Torn between waiting on him and teasing him, I end up turning around and walking out so he can get a good look.
When he whistles, I know he’s watching, so I stall in the doorway, leaning against it, letting him see my tattooed back, my firm thighs, and round ass. I’d do myself, so why wouldn’t he?
Creak of wood. Rustle of fabric.
He’s shedding his clothes too, but I’m excited by the idea of making him chase me, so I leave, stepping onto the sandy ground woven with grass and dry pine needles. The sun’s reaching me through the gaps in the leafy canopy above, but while I’ve skinny-dipped here before, it feels different this time. For once, I haven’t come alone, and anticipation’s coiling inside me like a hungry snake.
I stepped into that shack a different man than the one I walked out as. I can still taste Road and I smile to myself at the thought of sucking him again. I’m not ready to think about tomorrow, but this is good. Very good.
“Grab some blankets, I’ll cook outside,” I say, turning around to catch him mid-stride, and I immediately regret it, because I don’t want him disappearing from my sight .
Road somehow appears even taller when naked. The scars left by our shared ordeal are still very much visible on his body. Burns. Thick scars left by the surgeries that saved his life, but underneath it all, he’s still the same man to who I told my greatest secret, back when we both thought death was imminent. Just as proficient and deadly. I’m sure he must have lost some muscle during his recovery, but he’s now back to his usual. In fact, his biceps might be a bit thicker than before. His chest is a perfect pillow for my head, dusted with a dark lawn that also covers his forearms, stomach, and parts of his thighs.
A beautiful animal.
“You cook?” Road asks, emerging from the shed with a box containing blankets and pillows. Sadly, it’s so big, it covers his crotch.
“My dad taught me the basics, we often went camping with my brother,” I say, only seconds later realizing that the topic of my family shouldn’t be discussed with him.
Road chooses to remain silent and focuses on spreading two blankets on the sparse grass close to the charred remains of the campfire I made last time. I dash back to the shed and return with dry wood and a pan, trying to fight the nervous energy overcoming my body.
My throat is ever tighter, because now I’m wondering if he knows who killed my older brother, but before I can spiral, Road speaks. “I… never really learned.”
At least it takes my mind off the frustrating situation. His nakedness helps too. Not just because he’s so hot I wanna gnaw on his calf, but it feels so natural for both of us to be bare in nature.
I raise an eyebrow at him as I arrange the wood under the basic metal griddle and light it. “Why? It’s a basic life skill.” Knowing I’d want to eat, whether with him or on my own, I brought the cooler bag with bacon and a few other ingredients.
Road sits cross-legged, and I try to focus on starting the fire instead of studying every detail of his cock and balls.
“I lived with my folks until I was fourteen. Then, there was a time when I had no access to a kitchen, so I bought all my food ready. And then, I settled in a place that has a canteen feeding everyone for cheap. There was never any need for me to cook.”
I’m surprised by how little I really know about him, and how greedy I am for every scrap of information. “At least you didn’t say it’s a ‘woman’s job’ because you sure as fuck wouldn’t be getting any of this bacon then,” I say as I present a long strip of beautiful meat .
Road snorts, letting his head fall back, lazily facing the sun. “Everyone knows grilling is a man’s job.”
“But you can’t even grill,” I tease as I place the bacon in the griddle to the accompaniment of a beautiful sizzle. “What does that say about you?” I don’t give a shit, but this is… fun. I’m rarely so unguarded, even among men I consider brothers. Maybe because I can’t be my true self around them. Road embraces the part of me which would earn me a punch in the face in any other company.
“I know how to roast a sausage on a stick over fire. And how to fry an egg,” he says, unbothered, and glances at me with a grin. This is far from the first time I’m seeing another man naked, but I had this man’s cock inside my mouth. I swallowed his cum. Let him touch me. Is that why being with him like this feels different?
Once I see enough of the fat melted out of the bacon, I move beside him on the blanket with two eggs and a spatula. “Go on, show me.”
Road stalls, licking his lips. “I mean… I always get bits of the shells in.”
“Okay, I’ll help you.” I grab one of the metal mugs I have for coffee and crack the two eggs in there then pass it to him. “Shells dealt with.”
Road laughs. “You really want to see me fail, huh?”
I smirk. “You said you can fry an egg.”
“I can. Never said it’s gonna be the best you’ve had,” he tells me, then pours the contents of the cup into the hot fat and places it on the grille.
I can’t believe I’m fucking around like this with Roadkill. The guy stabbed me with the intent to kill, and now we’re frying an egg together?
I drift away a bit into my own thoughts when I notice lots of the whites slide over to the bacon side. “Push the egg away, or the bacon won’t be as crispy.”
When he moves, I’m certain he’s grabbing the wooden spoon, but then his fingers are in the pan, and he’s shoving the piece of bacon aside. He lets out a hiss and shakes his hand. “Goddamn it!”
“Road! That’s what the spatula’s for!” I grab the utensil to push the egg away, but when I see him nursing his hand, I give up and pull on his wrist. “Show me. You need cold water?”
I might be a bit oversensitive about burns after what I’ve been through in the warehouse, but… he was there too, and the proof is even on his face. He suffered just like I did, and the truth is, I set up that bomb .
He shrugs as I look at the spot on his knuckle where hot oil splashed on his skin. “I’m fine. It barely even hurts anymore.”
I sigh and kiss it, feeling tender about his desperate attempt at doing what I asked him to. Our eyes meet, and we sit like that for a moment, but I end up pulling away, not sure what to say.
“I’ll finish this,” I say and turn my attention to the eggs, while his gaze makes my nape burn hotter than the bacon.
I’m so out of my fucking depth.