7. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Sterling
Rutherford and I ride our motorcycles back to the MC clubhouse after another victory for the Hot Rollers. Our motorcycle club is so heavily intertwined with the roller derby team, some of the guys put together a celebration. The ladies are killing it this season. And with the pregnancy rate on the team, it may be their last.
I’m wracked with a horrible case of blue balls. Another bit of irony since I haven’t had sex in years, and blew my load inside of Mila just a few days ago. I’m taunted by the memory of her toned, naked body. The memory of her on Rutherford’s lap from my window. And by being in her presence in class and on the derby track.
Her schedule’s been jam-packed since I possibly got her pregnant, or so she says. We haven’t talked. Other than attempting to send her a message through my lecture the other day, I’ve laid low.
Tonight’s the night I’m not letting her avoid me anymore, which is why I made sure she got in a car with someone who was coming to the clubhouse to celebrate.
I have to know where we stand. If we were a one-time thing, she’ll have to say it to my face.
Giving Mila time to eat and hang out with friends, I finally tell Rutherford, “I’m going to get her. We can talk to her outside where the music isn’t so loud.”
He shoves the rest of his burger into his mouth and nods.
Casually circling the room, I wait for Mila to wrap up a conversation, then approach. “Come out back. Rutherford and I want to clear things up with you.”
Her eyes dart around the room. “Not here.”
Because I’m the nice guy, I’m frustrated but not mad. I can’t let her play me though. “Then pick a time and place.”
She fidgets, not a good sign. “I’ll have to check my schedule and get back to you.”
“This isn’t a game.”
“I know.”
Avery, the first of the Hot Rollers to have a baby, interrupts and Mila coos to the baby. Prophetic? I excuse myself and head back to Rutherford.
His gaze lands on Mila while he questions me. “Well?”
I sigh. “She doesn’t want to talk here.”
“So when?”
I shake my head, prepared for his disappointment.
“Hold on.” He walks away.
That was too easy. Relief washes through me that he’s trusting me to handle it. Then I see where he’s going—straight to Mila. He says something that causes the two women to pause their conversation. He leans to Mila’s ear and laughs as her eyes go wide.
Seconds later, she’s making a beeline for the back door, Rutherford’s hot on her heels, and Avery looks confused but moves on to a different friend.
Rushing outside with them, I’m floored. She’s happy. Did she react differently to him because they had a fledgling relationship whereas I was merely given a birthday celebration? I’m pretty sure she hasn’t spoken to him since my birthday either.
How fucked up would it be if I got her pregnant, and she only wants a relationship with Rutherford?
My mild-mannered nature can’t downplay how badly I hope I put a baby in her.
But I need to set this straight. I face her. “Why didn’t you come out when I asked?”
They laugh. It feels like an inside joke. It grates on me.
They start to talk at the same time, and then both stop and laugh again, leaving me just as clueless and irritated. Rutherford rubs a hand over his jaw then motions for her to continue.
“You didn’t say that I could either march my ass out the back door, or Daddy would throw me over his shoulder and spank my…”
Rutherford smirks. “You can say it.”
I’m too astounded, and curious to hear what else he said, to cut in.
Mila bites her lower lip then says, “Spank my juicy little peach in front of everyone.”
I bust out laughing. She’s laughing. Everything feels right. It overtakes my irritation. That’s the difference between Rutherford and me. His creative disregard for common decency gets shit done.
Mila adds lightheartedly, “Your lecture paid off. Given the risk that he would actually make good on his word, I chose talking over spanking… at least for now.”
Rutherford shrugs. “I might still spank you, just not in front of everyone.”
Mila’s eyes sparkle, her smile grows, and I’m getting one hell of a lesson in knowing when not to be the good guy.
“You don’t believe me?” Rutherford’s hand is reaching behind Mila and the sharp sound of a spanking rings through the air.
She squeals. Note to self: She doesn’t object. She’s fucking eating this up. Would she react the same if I did it?
She may already be pregnant, and we’ll have to figure out the relationship thing anyway. I’m ready to push the boundaries that I normally rely on for structure, but first I have to say my piece.
Edging between the two of them so I can be her focus, I take her hands. I savor the extra contact so I can feel her reaction to what I’m about to say. “Mila, I’m going to make this really clear.”
She cuts me off. “Wait. I’m sorry I avoided you, but it helped me see what I really wanted.”
“It’s fine. And if you’re pregnant, I’ll take care of you and the baby.”
Her fingers tighten. “Thanks.”
“Dude, nice gesture, but you’re killin’ the mood.” Rutherford can be such an ass.
I go for more. “Can we pick up where we left off?”
Her brow furrows. Rutherford clears his throat then says, “That’s not very clear. Tell her what you want.”
Fucking hell. I back Mila to the brick wall of the clubhouse and move my hand to her hip. “I’ll take care of you even if you’re not pregnant. Let me make up for finishing before you did.”
“Better.” Mr. Peanut Gallery draws out the word.
“I want to make you come.” As irritated as I am with Rutherford, he’s helping me push my boundaries.
Her eyes fall shut for a moment before she says, “I need that.”
She needs me to make her come? Is life always this easy for Rutherford?
Wrapping my arms around her, I don’t ever want to let her go. We fit so perfectly. Her hands explore my body and I do the same to her. While my blue balls are threatening too much pressure, this moment can’t be rushed. I don’t want to nut in my pants either.
Slipping my fingers into the waistband of her sweats, I shove them down. Rutherford helps her out of them while I shuck my pants off.
“Oh, you mean…” She pauses.
I almost fall into my old habits, but I catch myself. “I want you to come on my cock.”
“No condom?” she asks shyly.
“My commitment to take care of you stands.” The bold words are foreign on my tongue.
She seems to ponder it for about a second—just long enough for me to add, “Is it a risk you’re willing to take… again?”
She nods, and that’s all I need. I reach down, gripping under her ass, and lift. Her legs wrap around my waist, my cock is prodding at her entrance, and her lips crash onto mine.
Rolling my hips, I press my tip into her curls, part her slick lips, and enter her hot, tight pussy. I have to catch my breath. No wonder I lost it so fast the other night.
A small gasp and flinch, followed by a wiggle, prompts me to keep going. Sliding in another inch, I give her time to get used to me.
“Fuck, Mila, how can you feel so good?” I’m channeling every ounce of resistance to make sure she comes first, while my primal instincts beg me to let go and fill her with my seed again and again until I’m sure she’s pregnant.
“I do? I’ve never had sex before.” Her voice is heavy with passion.
“Never, not even with…” In my shock, the statement falls from my lips, but I don’t finish it. I refuse to give my son space while Mila’s on my cock.
Mila shakes her head and opens her mouth, but I cut her off.
“You don’t have to explain.”
“The other night… the possible pregnancy…” Rutherford is confused, and very close as his body presses into our sides.
Fuck! I didn’t want to spell it out. “Just the tip, man. Now give us space.”
He gets an evil grin. “What do you say, Mila, can Daddy be a part of your first time?”
Tucking a finger under her chin, he angles her face to his and she welcomes him with a kiss that’s seductive enough I have to close my eyes or I’ll unload.
He pulls his lips from hers, barely angles his head toward me, and says, “Start pumping that cock unless you want me to give her the orgasm you promised.”
Rutherford’s presence makes my cock even harder and breaks my hesitation, unleashing my true desire… to fuck Mila.
“That’s it, Sterling. No more rules,” Rutherford says, his voice low and seductive. “Make her feel good.”
Mila’s fingers dig into my shoulders as I thrust deeper inside her, my movements becoming more urgent. Her pussy walls tighten around me as I pin her body between mine and the wall.
I groan, my voice strained with pleasure. “Why did I wait so long?”
Rutherford chuckles, the sound dark and full of promise. “You like riding dick, Little One?”
“Mhhh.” Her body trembles.
“If you’re a good girl, I’ll teach you anything you wanna know about cocks. You want that?”
Mila whimpers and nods.
“Come for me, Mila,” I say, my voice a low growl.
Her breaths become labored. Her walls tighten around me even further. Her tit lifts as Rutherford’s hand claims it from underneath. He’s touching me as much as he’s touching her.
Fire burns my skin in the path of his hand. He lowers his head between us, ripping her shirt with his teeth.
My balls are heavy as they pull up tight, ready to release. Their bodies move in sync with mine.
A moment of hesitation creeps in. I’m not used to sharing… my son’s ex who he wants back… my student… She’s so much younger. Guilt twinges inside of me at how many ways this is wrong.
Sanity and respect for the rules have exited my consciousness.
Mila’s eyes meet mine—pure pleasure. She’s lost in the moment. She wants to be with both of us. She let go of her inhibitions.
There’s something wickedly special about the three of us that frees me. Every thought I’ve held back floods through my mind.
I feel like I’ll die if I can’t get further inside of her.
Repositioning my hand behind her, I find her hair and wrap my fist in it. A slight tug yanks her head back. “Take my cum, Sweet Fuckbaby.”
She cries out through her smile, and I feel relief that the unexpected name didn’t freak her out.
Edging Rutherford out of the way, my mouth lands on Mila’s exposed neck.
Her scent—a mix of wildflowers and raw femininity, the salty perspiration I kiss off her neck, and the pounding of her pulse against my tongue, drive me to kiss her harder, fuck her harder… love her harder.
Love… I can’t deny it. I don’t want to deny it. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it at any cost.
One more perfectly timed roll of my hips and she falls apart. Tension stills her momentarily while I continue thrusting, unloading stream after stream of my seed into her womb.
I release her hair when her body falls limp, but I have a few more pumps of cum. It’s overkill. The warmth of our mixed releases spills out of her onto my balls and thighs. The sloppy, wet sounds accompanying each thrust remind me…
She’s mine.
Rutherford whispers, “That’s so fucking hot.”
Whichever part of the moment he’s referring to doesn’t matter—the scent of sex, the sound of our bodies, or the sight of her wrapped around me.
His hand rests on my shoulder. I lift my head. He shoots me a smile before leaning in to kiss Mila. Her head falls back against the wall. She’s surrendering to him. His masculine scent intertwines with hers.
Trailing kisses to her ear, he pauses to say, “It’s hard for Daddy to wait his turn after seeing how good you are at riding cock, but we need to clean you up and let you rest.”
Mila’s eyes flutter open. Her sated smile grows mischievous. She licks her lips. “Daddy talks a big talk, but so far…” She pauses, shifting her gaze to me. “Hasn’t done anything.”
Fuck. I’ve never been the wild one compared to Rutherford.
He accepts the challenge and wastes no time shedding his clothes. Under the mix of moonlight and the garish fluorescent light on the corner of the building, his thick, muscular body stands as a stark contrast to Mila’s thin frame.
A shred of my common decency comes back, reminding me I’ve had her twice to his none. Clutching her body against mine, I lift her, and pull my cock out. The cool evening air hitting my shaft isn’t even enough to kill the high I’m on.
Rutherford carefully grips Mila’s waist and takes her from me. She swings her arms to his shoulders. Her legs wrap around his waist as naturally as they wrapped around mine.
The swollen red tip of his cock is trapped between them. Not that I was looking. No. I watched her tit press into him and just happened to notice his shaft.
Yeah, that’s it… a peripheral vision sort of thing. The milky-white bead of pre-cum catches on her belly, connecting the two of them.
It’s surreal watching two people like this.
Another pang of guilt leaves me uneasy. She’s… No. Nothing matters but this exact moment.
Reaching between them, my pinky finger grazes his cock and cum before cupping Mila’s breast.
A huff gets my attention. Their foreheads rest together as they watch me. What have I done?
“I think Daddy liked that,” Mila says.
He lifts Mila, and says, “Stroke it.”
“I… uh… don’t…”
“You have to do what Daddy says,” Mila clarifies.
Welcome to a whole new set of rules.
Taking a deep breath, for the first time ever, I wrap my fingers around a cock that isn’t my own. It twitches. I stroke.
I’m ruined.
“Help me stuff it inside of your Sweet Fuckbaby.”
An odd sensation overtakes me. Jealousy that he used my nickname? Nervousness about where this relationship is headed? I solve the problem by lining his slick head to her sopping wet pussy, while making sure to coat my hand. He’s going to fuck her while she’s full of my cum. Hell, yeah.
They don’t need my guidance any further.
But that crazy confidence their presence instills in me hasn’t gone anywhere.
I lift my hand to my mouth and lick one finger. “Sweet Fuckbaby, you make me crazy.”
She gasps. I take credit until her eyes roll back and I realize Rutherford penetrated her.
“Suck on this while you get used to him.” I move my hand to her mouth, offering my thumb. Her tongue reaches out, draws me in, and her warm lips close around me.
Rutherford licks the backside of my hand. Christ, my cock is rock-hard again. Wrapping my other hand around my shaft, I follow their rhythm while we get off in our own twisted little way.