Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Repeat Lust
T hey wouldn’t even let Nelle drive into the parking lot. Three big bikers stood in front of her car, arms folded. Massive guys yet she wondered if she could just plow them down with her car. One of the guys named Virus told her to stay put. Nelle waited.
To her surprise, it didn’t take long before Slade appeared, pointing and bellowing orders. Demanding they let Nelle drive onto the lot. Relief hit her but in a very small dose. She wasn’t dumb by any means and knew taking off the way she did only meant trouble waited for her. But you had to look at it through Nelle’s eyes. The trouble of dealing with a pissed off outlaw or two was better than having bullets tear through her flesh and organs like the fate of her sisters.
Nelle parked and got out of the car slowly. Eyes moving all around. Slade wasted no time, walking right up to her, moving fast.
Oh, he’s pissed , Nelle thought to herself.
She leaned against her car. Slade threw a fist and punched the car, just above the window. Knuckles crashing into metal. Slade didn’t flinch at all. Nelle blinked fast.
“What are you here for now, sweetheart?” Slade asked. “More free drinks? A place to crash again? Seems when you come around, someone gets shot and killed.”
Nelle gasped and swung her left hand without thinking. She slapped Slade hard . The sound echoed. Her hand stung like fire. A red handprint appeared on Slade’s face.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Slade…”
“You want to get crazy with me, sweetheart?” Slade growled. “Fine by me!”
Slade grabbed Nelle’s hips and picked her right up off the ground. He threw her over his shoulder, turned and walked toward the clubhouse.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Nelle called out.
She then felt one of Slade’s hands smack her right ass cheek and grip. Hard.
“I’ll teach you to fucking slap me, sweetheart,” Slade growled even deeper.
Nobody tried to stop Slade. Nobody tried to aid Nelle either. She was in his grasp. His grip.
Yet at the same time, Nelle didn’t exactly try to kick and punch and get away either…
Slade was not in the mood for any more bullshit. Not with the club. Not with the police. Not with this fucking joke over jerking off to a doll video. And definitely not in the mood for any more bullshit from Nelle. A swift smack to her ass was just the start for what he wanted.
He fully expected Nelle to lose her mind when he grabbed her. She acted like a cornered kitten, frightened by the slightest movement, yet she stayed still now. That only turned Slade on even more. His cock twisting and thickening in his jeans. A bulge so obvious that even Maggie couldn’t help but see it as she watched Slade carrying Nelle over his shoulder past the bar.
She almost asked if Nelle was alive or not, but knew to keep her mouth shut. Maggie bit her bottom lip and found a damp towel to wipe down the bar. A knot in her throat, wondering if one of these outlaws would ever care for her.
Nothing was visible to Slade except the pathway to his room. Once inside his bedroom, he slammed the door and locked it. He then walked Nelle to the bed and tossed her like she was a bag of clothes, or money, or drugs…
Yeah, she’s a fucking drug, that’s for sure, Slade thought.
Without hesitation he opened his jeans.
“You want to be back in here, sweetheart?” Slade growled. “I’ll make you throw up like you did last time, except it’ll be from my cock stuffed down your throat. Now get over her and pay the admission fee.”
Nelle’s eyes were wide. Her face bright red too. She grabbed at the sheets on the bed, watching as Slade pulled his cock from his jeans. He just let it hang freely too. A massive, thick organ at that. Hearty veins showing. If this was Slade semi hard, then hard would be… intense…
“I didn’t mean to leave,” Nelle whispered. “I was scared.”
“And now you’re back.”
“Because I’m even more scared.”
Slade leaned forward a little and slipped his hand to the back of her neck. He lowered his mouth down toward hers. Craving the taste of her lips. Of her tongue. Wanting to feel her bite at his bottom lip just for fun.
Slade kissed Nelle aggressively. His mouth devouring hers, only for a moment. A quick kiss. Not for her. Just for him. His greedy mouth wanting her. Having her. And now he wanted to feel her greedy mouth on his cock. Slade stood back up straight, hand on the back of Nelle’s neck.
“What exactly do you need protection from, sweetheart?” Slade asked.
“Bad people,” Nelle said. “Really bad people.”
She reached with her right hand and touched Slade’s cock with her fingertips.
His rough skin, bubbly veins, his cock thickening and growing with her touch. She grabbed him. Squeezing the top of his shaft against the palm of her hand.
“You’re not worth a thing more than a deecee around here,” Slade said. “You understand that?”
Nelle teetered on what felt like two lives. She knew the second her lips wrapped around Slade’s cock, that was it. She was part of this dangerous biker world. Probably forever too. Or at least until they got sick of her. Or they’d just pass her around, fucking her, leaving her feeling empty and broken…
A sudden rush of emotion hit her and Nelle couldn’t believe what was happening. Her eyes filled with tears. So fast that she didn’t have a chance to control herself. The tears escaped her eyes just as fast as they appeared inside them. Running down her cheeks.
She quickly tried to hide her face. She turned her hand around and pulled at Slade’s cock. Her lips touched the huge head of his cock and she opened her mouth. A sad whimper escaped Nelle’s mouth. She felt her chin quiver.
Slade growled and tightened his grip against her neck. Then he pulled her mouth away from his cock. He stared down at her. Tears running down her face. It shouldn’t have mattered to him.
What the fuck did he care that some deecee was in trouble and needed a warm bed…? This was the outlaw world. Fuck your feelings. Fuck your laws. Fuck what you think is right or wrong. Fuck what society says.
Slade moved his hand around to Nelle’s cheek and swiped away a tear. Nelle opened her hand, releasing her hold on Slade’s cock. She jumped back on the bed and turned, rolling off the bed, running toward the bathroom. Leaving Slade standing there, cock hard and throbbing, the head of his cock glistening from Nelle’s mouth.
He reached down and flicked his thumb against the head of his cock. It felt good. But not the same as Nelle’s mouth.
“No,” Slade growled.
Nelle would not get away that easily again.
Slade all but kicked the bathroom door down.
Nelle let out a scream and spun around from the bathroom sink, tears running down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Slade,” she said. “This isn’t like me. I didn’t mean for this. It just hits me in waves. The thought of being part of all this, hidden, scared and trapped…”
“Why the fuck did you come back here then?”
“For you, Slade. To tell you everything. To make sure I don’t end up like my sisters. But I can’t be passed around from biker to biker. I’m not that…”
“You’re fucking insane is what you are, sweetheart,” Slade said. “Been driving me insane since you puked on my boots and floor. And then this fucking bathroom.” Slade felt his heart smacking like a sledgehammer to a brick wall. “This fucking bathroom!"
A rage hit him like no other. He lunged at Nelle and she jumped up onto the sink. She let out a scream but it was quickly cut off when Slade’s mouth met hers. His hands grabbed her hips and he pulled her against his body, making fucking sure she felt his hard cock that had been forcefully tucked into his jeans.
Slade pulled Nelle off the sink and turned. Instead of going into the bedroom to continue this bout of sexual frustration, he decided to make things right. Right here. He knew the past could never be changed… but sometimes opportunity had a way of striking twice…
Slade put Nelle on her feet and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, then ripped it up over her head. Before the shirt had a chance to touch the floor, he unhooked her bra and tore that from her chest.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he growled as he cupped her perfect tits.
Sculpted for his hands, they fit perfect. Tight, button-like nipples waiting for the stroke from his thumbs. At the same time. Watching them tighten just a little more.
“Fuck!” Slade yelled. “I’ve been waiting too damn long to get my hands on these tits.”
Nelle felt herself in a state of shock. She’d never had a man approach her like this. Grab her. Pick her up. Slap her ass. Open his jeans and take out his huge cock. Chase her into the bathroom and rip her shirt and bra off and fondle her breasts…
Slade moved his hands down to Nelle’s pants.
“Now I’m going to do what I should have done before,” Slade said.
He pulled Nelle against him and literally swept her off her feet. He then placed her right there on the bathroom floor. His hands grabbed at the sides of her pants. Panties too.
“I’ve wanted to taste this cunt from the second I met you, sweetheart,” Slade growled.
Nelle lifted her hips as her face turned bright red.
So. Fucking. Aggressive.
Those three words bounced around in her head as Slade finished stripping her fully naked. The hottest part (yet) was that Slade remained fully dressed. Boots. Jeans. Black T-shirt. The leather cut on top of the T-shirt. The SOFRAW logo. The skulls. The patches.
And then the smell of Slade… Leather and whiskey and musk and everything man-meets-outlaw.
“Oh, fuck,” Nelle managed to whimper.
Slade lowered his mouth down between Nelle’s legs. He paused for a split second to take a deep breath. To finally inhale that sweet smell in person. He thought about when he watched that video, listening to Nelle’s voice. Then holding her panties against his nose as he stroked his cock. Not to mention what happened after that with Darrow opening the door… and then the box on the bar…
Slade growled again. Louder. Meaner. Hungrier . His eyes looked up at Nelle’s. His tongue rolled forward. The tip of his tongue licked her slit. Carefully. Slowly. From her sweet opening up to her warm clit. Nelle’s hips shivered. Slade curled his lip.
That would be as slow as Slade would give to Nelle.