3. Match
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MATCH
The bike brings all the baddies.
And Alice is the baddest.
Her behind is something that should be taken seriously.
Very seriously.
At thirty-five years old, I’ve stumbled across many attractive women in my time, but none have topped Alice. She’s the perfect balance of innocent and daring. Both salty and sweet. Life is all about balance. Harmony.
And she is the epitome.
I curl my hand around her lower back and guide her into Brander’s house. “His place can sometimes be, now how do I put this? Overwhelming, to some.”
“Overwhelming?”
I guide her in through the door. Blonde hair falls thick over her shoulders. The wind really is nature’s best blowout. “Yeah. But don’t worry.”
Brander isn’t like most individuals. Fourteen years ago, seven years before I joined the Venom Vultures, he apparently rocked up to the clubhouse on initiation night with a Takeshi Saji knife. That was before he got his hands on a hot iron rod and started threatening any enemies that way.
Anyway. A Takeshi was the first weapon he was ever threatened with on the street. Homeless and just eighteen at the time, his defense abilities were little to none, so I don’t blame him for framing an impressive collection of the weapons in his sitting room after he managed to snatch the Takeshi from his attacker unscathed. It’s the moment he made it, I suppose. The moment he realized that the outlaw life was for him.
Alice looks at the neatly arranged knives atop the cabinet and says, “Oh?”
Something sinks inside of me. My place would’ve been better. Damn Lifesaver for suggesting Brander’s place. We’ve scared the girl away.
“Cool!” She continues on like it’s nothing.
Fucking hell. Lifesaver and I share a surprised glance.
Brander walks in with a bottle of whisky and four glasses. Glenlivet does that say?
Looks like we’re on the strong stuff tonight.
Alice makes herself comfortable on the couch, skirt gathered around her ankles. She eyes the various artworks framed on the wall. One is of Spring Mountain during sunset—a location we often ride through. Another is of a crushed can of diet Pepsi, but I’m unsure what significance that holds.
“Nice artwork.”
“Thanks.” Brander looks up from pouring.
“He painted them,” I say.
Her eyes widen. “Impressive.”
Brander passes her a glass of straight whisky. She winces after one sip, but goes straight back in for another.
My ears ring as if in memory of the ride. My hand on her breast. I shuffle in my seat and take a big gulp of whisky to sort myself out. Visions of her gorgeous, pert nipples hard under my touch is all I can see. She has a good pair of breasts, and I want nothing more than to come all over them.
I’ve always been a one-woman kind of man, so my mind was blown when I first started at the clubhouse and saw multiple men pleasuring the same woman. Carly was my first girlfriend, my only girlfriend, and we met back in Buffalo, New York—my hometown—when I used to serve coffee at the local coffee shop. She strolled in one day and that was it.
Until it hit me that long-term shit never works out.
My parents were childhood sweethearts. They were in love, totally. You could see it in their eyes from all the wedding photos and vacations. Inseparable, they were. And then on my seventh birthday, I was gifted the most unexpected present.
Surprise! We’re getting divorced.
They’ll get back together one day, I always told myself. Have to.
Nope. There was too much history and they could never see eye to eye. You could’ve called me a fucking pigeon back in Buffalo. Back and forth, up and down the same stretch of road, delivering new bits of information and tirelessly trying to make things right, even twenty-eight years later.
But it was pointless.
So I moved here for a new start. A new adventure. I told Carly the day before moving that things weren’t gonna work between us, and then I hopped on my Harley and never looked back.
Many women have asked me to claim them at the clubhouse. They scream my name when I fuck them, and suck my dick whenever I want them to, but nothing ever has me rushing to the tattoo parlor to brand my name on their ass cheeks. Life at Venom Vultures is simple.
Was.
Alice, I think, has complicated things.
And not just for me. I see how Lifesaver’s eyes linger.
How Brander’s flick away.
The woman’s a fucking oddity. Not just a simple fuck.
Alice sets down her glass. “Can I shower? Is that okay? I feel a little sweaty.”
“Of course,” says Brander. His eyes remain focused on the glass in his hands. “It’s the first left at the top of the stairs. Spare towels are in the cabinet as you walk in, bottom shelf. Take as many as you need.”
She takes off.
Damn, that ass moves so seamlessly.
When she’s out of the room, Lifesaver sits forward. “She’s only been with one man. I think it’s about time she’s shown a good time.”
“We’re not having sex with her.” Brander remains focused on his glass.
He poses a good point. Sleeping with her might complicate things, and life in the Venom Vultures has always been easy for me. Straightforward and uncomplicated. The last time I fell for a woman, I escaped to the other side of the country. I can’t leave—Venom Vultures is my home. Besides, the last thing Alice deserves is another abandonment.
But to her, this is probably all simple…
A rebound, nothing more.
I furl my lip.
“What do you think, Match?” Lifesaver asks me.
“Brander is right?—”
“GUYS?”
We all glare at one another before speaking. “YEAH?”
Footsteps bang down the stairs. Two seconds later?—
“I can’t get this stupid dress off. Can one of you please help?”
It’s halfway down her chest, her cleavage spilling out the top. Fuck’s sake. Just what I need. My cock twitches. Her breasts are so firm. Swollen too. I wager her nipples are a blushed pink like her lips, and her p?—
“I’m not naked underneath, don’t worry.”
I am, slightly.
“Although…this dress,” she says, eyes glowing in the soft light, “doesn’t require a bra.”
I shoot to my feet and locate the zipper. Then I pause. Now what?
Lifesaver folds his arms over his chest. Brander just sits there.
“Um.” I swallow thick and try to forget about my already rock-hard cock. This isn’t normal. To be this hard for a woman before she’s even had time to undress. This isn’t like me.
This woman isn’t a club whore.
This woman is Alice, and something about her stops the world from spinning. I can’t figure out what it is yet, but I will. In time.
If I can control myself to move slow enough.
If we all can.
She sticks out her ass and shakes it against my bulge.
Then she’s twirling around, blonde hair like a halo around her head…
And palming my cock through my leather pants.
“Gotcha!” She bites her lip and anticipates my response, her eyes eager. She’s not intoxicated, although I suppose the fifty-year-old distilled whisky has probably worked its way through her system a little.
Lifesaver rises from his seat. “Sweetheart, you’re not in the right headspace. Perhaps Brander can pour you a hot tea and we can get you into bed.”
She rolls her eyes. Tuts. “You guys were supposed to be taking me for the ride of my life.”
“Was that not exhilarating enough for you?”
“It was great.” She fiddles with her lip. “But I want to feel alive. To know what an orgasm feels like.”
“You’ve never had an orgasm?!” Shock unsteadies me for a moment. I place my hand on the couch arm for balance. What the fuck? I search her eyes, slightly concerned for her well-being.
She’s telling the truth. Lifesaver’s better at plucking the truth from people’s eyeballs, but even I can see in her eyes that she’s not lying. They’re peeled wide open, begging, sort of.
Brander enters the conversation. “We just don’t want you to wake up in the morning and regret things, darling.”
“I’m not drunk, I promise. All I want is to experience one night with you all.”
One night.
Damn.
My eyes catch the other two. Are they thinking what I’m thinking?
We can make her orgasm without fucking her.
It is her night, after all, and if it’ll ease her broken heart for just a moment, perhaps pleasuring her isn’t such a bad idea. It’s duty. She’s a beautiful woman who deserves to know how it feels to climax.
Tonight is all about her.
So I yank down the zipper, and the dress falls to the floor.
“Turn around, sweetness.”
My cock hurts like it’s never hurt before.
Pink, just as I guessed. Her nipples are hard. Just the sight of them has me edging.
I take one breast into my mouth and tweak her other nipple with my hand.
A moan ripples out of her.
“Fuck,” Lifesaver sighs under his breath. The sound of a zipper follows, of him releasing his cock to pump it through his fingers. “Jesus.”
I move to the other breast and flutter my tongue over her other nipple. She squirms. Loses her balance almost, until Brander swoops in behind to catch her.
“Let’s get you up to bed, darling.”
“The couch,” she says. “I want you all on the couch with me.”
Brander moves her onto the couch next to Lifesaver, and immediately I get withdrawals from her breasts. I need them back in my mouth. Those beautiful pert nipples are the cure to all of my problems.
And I only really have one—my aching balls.
Laid out on the couch, Alice reaches over to grab Lifesaver’s cock.
“No.” He bats her away. “This night is all about you, sweetheart.”
“Please? Let me help you,” she moans.
Lifesaver tenses his jaw. I feel his pain. When a beautiful woman begs, uses her manners even, to help jerk you off…well, I finally understand Eve’s reasoning in Genesis for giving into temptation and eating forbidden fruit. Alice, all wanton and pretty with her blushed cheeks and swollen, round breasts, makes it so tempting to spread her legs and take her right here on the couch.
But this isn’t about us.
This is about appreciating an angel for what she is.
And Lifesaver understands that too.
He shakes his head. “Lie down, sweetheart. Let us take care of you.”
I suck a nipple back into my mouth, moaning. She must feel the vibration, because she jerks, arches her back and moans.
Lifesaver rubs his dick with one hand, and with the other, smooths a finger over her other breast, flicking and pinching the nipple to pebble it so fucking hard that now all I want to do is come all over them.
“Kiss me, one of you. Please.”
Brander, Lifesaver, and I lock eyes. We don’t normally make eye contact in times like these with a naked woman present; it’s one of our rules, actually, to keep all attention on the girl.
But we have to in order to assess each other’s opinions. We can’t kiss. I never kiss the whores at the clubhouse, and I know Lifesaver and Brander also avoid doing so. We reserve kissing for somebody special. Somebody we desire to have more than a one-night stand with.
I know as well as the other two that kissing Alice will result in us all tossing and turning in our own respective beds every night, driving ourselves insane because we can’t stop thinking about her.
One kiss will turn things complicated, and the last thing any of us need is complicated. Maybe things could be different if she hadn’t just been broken up with tonight. If she’d been single for years and was searching for a deeper connection.
But we’re her rebound.
“No, sweetheart, sorry,” Lifesaver says, speaking on behalf of us all. He smooths his hand over both of her breasts, and I watch, mesmerized as they squish and contort under his grip. “Just lay back, okay?”
“Can you…?” She slides her slender hand down to the apex of her thighs and moans, rubbing her pussy through the material of her panties. They’re incredibly sexy—a black and pink polka dot pattern with lace frills. “I need these off.”
Brander, situated at her feet, tenses his jaw and slides his hand up between her legs. His face does something it very rarely does—melt. “Fuck, darling. You’re even wetter than before.”
That’s me full mast.
He peels back her underwear to expose the most perfect, pretty pink pussy my eyes have ever seen.
I can’t hold back anymore.
My cock has to be released.
I wrestle off my belt, pull down my pants and spring it out, pumping my hands up and down my burning dick.
Brander runs a single finger up and down her petals. Wetness oozes out of her, and I’m close to coming already, just at the sight of her horny and open for us.
“Fuck me,” she begs, brows parted in pleading. “Please. I need one of you inside of me. Lifesaver.” She flings her hand back to get his attention. “You first. I want you to fuck me hard.”
“We’re not fucking you tonight, darling,” Brander says.
“But I’m so horny.” Her breasts heave in time to her erratic breathing. “I’ve never felt this way before. I didn’t realize it could feel like this, and seeing all of you around me like this isn’t helping.”
“Then close your eyes,” I suggest.
Brander circles a finger over her clit, and she snaps her eyes shut involuntarily.
“Good girl,” I say, joining Brander between her legs. I widen them to give him more access, and then join in. “Look how nice and wet you are for us. You don’t have to tell us that you’re enjoying this. We can feel for ourselves.”
I start off by pushing one finger into her hole.
Her walls grip me instantly.
A moan leaves my mouth, and I grab my cock, feeling it twitch. “You’re so tight.”
Brander slips a finger in too alongside mine. He grunts. Fights off his pants, underwear, and releases his cock.
Alice pops her head up. “You’re all so big.” She sinks her two front teeth into her red, puffy lips and sighs. “I’ve never had anyone as big as you before.”
I curl my finger inside of her.
She moans.
Lifesaver springs off the couch and kneels by her torso so he can both admire her pussy and continue massaging her breasts. Her nipples squish under his touch.
“I feel…” The words die on her tongue, and her head crashes back into the pillow.
“How do you feel, darling?” I ask.
“Like…I’m…gonna….”
Brander dips his head between her thighs and presses his face against her pussy. He tongues her clit with very light, precise movements, circling the nub.
Her entire body trembles.
She arches her back and rubs herself up against Brander’s face.
Lifesaver reaches for her hand. “Good girl, sweetness. Come for us. It’s okay. We’ve got you.”
She screams, and her body starts to switch. Teeth anchored in her lip, blushed face screwed up, she climaxes, and continues riding Brander’s face until her breathing evens out.
Lying before us, naked , is a woman I don’t think any of us will be able to forget.
Where do we go from here?