Chapter 7
Chapter seven
Ironside
Nearly a full minute passed before the post-orgasm haze in Lena’s eyes finally cleared.
The taste of her sweet pussy still lingered on my tongue, making my mouth water.
She was a divine sight to behold, spread out on the table like it was some holy altar, heavy breasts and thick thighs laid bare, ready to be worshipped.
Gripping my shoulder for stability, Lena slid off the table with shaky legs. Then she sank down to her knees between my thighs, reaching for my belt.
She was one hell of a sight like this, too, with a greedy hunger in her gaze and her nimble fingers unzipping my fly. Her ponytail had slipped off to one side, strawberry blonde locks coming loose and spilling over her bare shoulders. Her skin was colored with that delicious rosy pink blush.
Gently, I caught her wrists with a firm grip.
“Hold on, petal. Take a second to catch your breath.”
Lena’s gaze flicked up to my face, hesitating.
“What? Why?”
“Because you just ran a gauntlet of emotions in record time. On the verge of tears with frustration. Then you came on my tongue. Twice. And now, you’re pawing at my cock.”
Her eyes shuttered and she pulled back, drawing into herself.
“Oh.”
“Don’t do that.” I cupped her chin, tilting her head up to look at me. “Don’t hide from me, remember?”
The tips of her ears turned red and her nose wrinkled as she tried to hide a bashful smile. She rubbed her hands up and down my thighs, regaining her confidence.
“It’s just…this is the part I know I can do. Blow jobs, hand jobs. I mean, I haven’t exactly had a lot of practice, but it makes up for…everything else.”
I frowned.
“Lena, you don’t have to make up for anything.”
She lowered her lashes, shielding her expression. Chewing the inside of her cheek, she continued to stroke my thighs, but her demeanor had changed, now attempting to soothe herself instead of turning me on.
“You know I’m old, right?” I said.
She blinked up at me, confused.
“You’re not that old.”
“Yeah, well, as soon as I turned fifty, the viagra flyers started showing up in my mailbox. Pretty soon, I won’t be able to get it up. And then what? Would you walk out that door because my dick doesn’t work anymore?”
Lena took a breath to speak, then closed her mouth again as she recognized the point I was making. She nuzzled into my touch like a kitten.
“I still want to feel you,” she whispered. “Taste you.” Her voice went quiet and low, barely audible, her cheeks pink. “Suck you off.”
I arched an eyebrow, pleased that my little flower had a dirty streak hidden in there somewhere and it was beginning to show.
Leaning back in my chair, I spread my legs wide as an open invitation. Lena bit her lower lip with excitement and finished opening my fly. I lifted my hips, letting her tug my jeans down to mid-thigh.
Her eyes flickered with interest when her gaze settled on my cock, hard as steel and resting against my stomach. I wasn’t huge by any stretch of the imagination—a decent seven inches—but the girth required plenty of foreplay beforehand. And the curved tip never failed to kiss the G-spot every time.
Lena dipped her head, delivering a slow, teasing lick to the crown of my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, long and drawn out, deep in my chest.
Her eyes sparkled as she swirled her tongue along my slit. The breath punched out of me and I thrust my hips up, needing more.
The little minx giggled, delighted at the effect she had on me.
I plunged my fingers into her hair as she licked and sucked my cock like a lollipop. Using her tongue to tease me.
She deftly slipped one hand under my balls, giving them a squeeze. A shudder rippled down my spine, muscles tightened, thrusting up into her grip.
Lena was usually so shy and sweet and proper. But with the right encouragement, she came right out of her shell and this sexy side of her was unfurling like butterfly wings, jewel-bright and shining.
Wrapping both fists around my cock, she pumped and twisted up and down my length. Driving me higher and higher. A little smile of satisfaction played across her lips as she watched me squirm in my seat, breathless.
“Fuck, petal, don’t stop—don’t stop—” I groaned.
Lena closed her lips around the head of my cock with enough suction to make my vision go white. Hot, molten pleasure coursed through my veins. I dug my heels into the floor, pushing up into the wet heat of her mouth.
She swallowed me down, flattening her tongue to the length of my cock. My muscles tensed, balls tightening, as I wavered on the edge of my impending orgasm. The scent of her perfume filled my lungs and her silky soft hair brushed my thighs.
“God, I knew that pretty mouth of yours would feel so good, sweetheart,” I rasped.
Lena glanced up at me, eyes sparkling. She pulled off with a filthy slurping pop, smudging her peony-pink lipstick. Spitting into her palm, she twisted her wrist over the head of my cock until my body bowed off my chair.
“Christ, I’m so fucking close, petal—”
I broke off, gritting my teeth with a guttural groan.
She smiled sweetly at me the whole time, eyes bright as she watched me fall apart.
I came hard, spilling over her fingers in a fountain.
She squeezed my balls, draining every last drop out of me until I sagged into the chair with a grunt of exhaustion.
Lena gave a pleased hum, grabbing a roll of paper towels from a nearby shelf and wiping her hands clean. I looped an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a deep, languid kiss.
With her panties on the floor in a puddle of fabric, and her dress hanging open, it was a far cry from her usual modesty. I loved seeing her so comfortable around me, feeling no urge to cover up.
“You were amazing.” I took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, earning that blushing smile I was quickly becoming addicted to. “Are you okay? Any lingering pain?”
Lena shook her head, leaning more fully into me.
“None at all.”
“Good.” I tugged her down into my lap, with her back against my chest. My overly sensitive cock twitched, trapped by the plump curve of her ass. “Let’s get started on that lunch I promised you, yeah?”
Removing the cooler’s lid, I unloaded the food and spread it out before us.
“Maple bacon sandwiches, with honey butter bread. Pasta salad with fresh pesto. It’s been marinating for a week, so the flavors should really knock you over by now. And blueberry cobbler, hopefully still warm from the oven.”
Lena leaned forward, inhaling a deep breath.
“It smells incredible.”
I handed her a fork, offering up the container of pasta salad. She took a bite and closed her eyes with a moan.
“Oh, Reuben,” she sighed.
My chest puffed up with pride. After so many years steeped in club life, I got used to hearing everyone call me by my road name.
My legal name belonged to my Irish Catholic school days, back when I was regarded as a little troublesome sinner who needed the wickedness beaten out of him until he repented.
But when Lena said my name—especially when she was half-naked—it sounded like music to my ears.
“I could marry that pasta salad,” she declared wistfully, taking another bite.
“Oh, well, I can’t have competition like that around here, so it’s going straight into the trash—”
“Don’t you dare,” Lena said, laughing, as she rescued the container from me.
I watched as she deposited food on her plate, licking her fork clean.
She took a hearty bite of her sandwich, smearing sauce on the corner of her mouth.
When I wiped it away with my thumb, she flicked a glance at me.
I curved my hand around the back of her neck, feeling that familiar knot of aching warmth in my chest.
“I want you to meet my club,” I said.
Lena’s eyebrows shot up. She put her sandwich down, grabbing a napkin to clean up.
“That’s…fast, don’t you think?”
I shrugged, idly stroking her thigh. Peeling her dress aside, I kissed her shoulder, breathing in the salt of her skin and the sweetness of her perfume.
“It might be fast, but it feels right,” I replied. “There’s a charity ride next weekend. We’re raising funds for families in need. It’s like one big summer picnic with plenty of food, games, music. A lot of my brothers bring their girlfriends and wives.”
Lena nodded as she listened, fiddling with her fork. She tore off a strip of bacon from her sandwich and nibbled it thoughtfully.
“Is that what I am to you?” she asked.
“What?”
“A girlfriend.”
Silence filled the room. Only a few days ago, when I met Lena, I thought one date would lead to nothing more than hooking up for a good time.
But here she was, barely clothed as she perched on my lap, eating the food I made for her. I didn’t do this shit with a one night stand.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “Would a pretty little flower like you want to get serious with an old guy like me?”
Lena rolled her eyes and jabbed her elbow lightly into my ribs.
“Stop saying you’re old.”
“I’m going gray, honey,” I said in a dry voice.
She threaded her fingers through my hair, gazing at me. My cock jumped with renewed interest.
“Silver,” she declared. “It looks like you’re going silver to me. And silver is sexy. Mature. Commanding,” she added, flushing that glorious shade of red again.
I chuckled and kissed the curve of her neck. She gasped, squirming in my lap.
“Commanding, hmm? I’ll have to keep that in mind for future reference.”
Lena gestured at me with her fork.
“Not so fast. Don’t go jumping to any conclusions. I need to try your blueberry cobbler first.”
I waited while she carved out a bite, closing her lips around the fork. She covered her mouth with one hand and moaned.
“Is that a yes?” I prompted.
She nodded enthusiastically.
“I’ll be your girlfriend. I’ll be your wife. Hell, I’ll have all your babies as long as you keep me fed like this.”
I laughed, sliding my arms around her waist. I liked the sound of that.
The day of the charity ride dawned bright, sunny, and blazing hot. The clubhouse buzzed with activity. People spilled out into the parking lot and across the lawn, filling picnic tables and chairs. Multiple barbecues were loaded with sizzling cuts of meat, burgers, and hot dogs.
“Your girlfriend is late,” Jenny said, juggling two plates for her kids.
“She’ll be here.”
My gaze strayed to the main road again, but I saw no sign of Lena’s car. Did she change her mind? Did she chicken out? Maybe we had moved too fast…
Jenny made a skeptical noise.
“I bet you just made her up, so I’d stop pestering you about getting on dating apps.”
I scooped two hot dogs off the grill and deposited one on each of Jenny’s plates.
“If I did, you would sniff out my lie in a heartbeat.”
Jenny arched an eyebrow with amusement. Then Hades came up behind her, settling his hands on her hips as he nuzzled into her neck. She swatted at him.
“Hands off. You’re still in the doghouse.”
He let his arms drop with a groan.
“Jenny, come on. I said I was sorry.”
She sniffed indignantly and marched off, calling for her kids to come get their food. Hades scrubbed the back of his neck, watching her go.
“Did you get her flowers?” I asked.
“Three days ago,” Hades replied, nodding. “And her favorite chocolates. The expensive ones.”
I gave a sympathetic hum, flipping the burgers. Then I closed the barbecue’s lid.
“The only thing left to do is grovel. And do it properly. No half-assing it. Jenny is a smart woman. She knows when you’re not being sincere about it.”
Hades started to speak, but I didn’t hear a word he said when I spotted Lena in the distance. Since the parking lot was crowded, she must have had to park somewhere else and now she was making her way here on foot.
She held a large floppy straw hat in place to shield her from the sun. The pale lilac sundress she wore draped like silk over her curves, swirling just above her knees in the breeze.
I shoved my spatula into Hades’s chest.
“Keep an eye on the meat so it doesn’t burn.”
“But—”
Ignoring his protest, I headed straight for Lena, striding across the parking lot to meet her. She saw me coming and her face lit up with a tentative smile.
“Hey, I was wondering where you were,” I said.
She slid her arms around my shoulders with a quick kiss. I could feel a slight tremble shiver through her.
“I couldn’t figure out what to wear to a biker charity ride,” Lena replied. “And now it looks like I’m overdressed.”
I shook my head, guiding her arm through my elbow. She was here and this was really happening.
“You’re perfect, petal. They will love you.”
Lena cast a grateful glance at me and rested her cheek on my shoulder for a brief moment, hugging my arm.
“This is a first for me, you know.”
“A biker charity ride? I figured as much. You don’t strike me as the type to venture into those circles very often.”
“Well, that’s true,” Lena said with a laugh. “I meant…bringing me home to meet the family. Introducing me to friends. I’ve never made it that far with dating anyone before.”
Ah, so that explained why she was nervous.
I took her hand and kissed her knuckles, breathing in her faint rosy perfume. Before I could reply, a piercing whistle split the air. Psycho pointed at us.
“Look! Ironside really does have a girlfriend!”
Jenny scrambled out of her chair, shielding her eyes from the sun. Trooper and Brass craned their necks to get a better look. Pretty Boy lifted his arm, waving us over.
“I’m afraid there’s no easing you into this, petal,” I said. “You’re gonna get swamped by these maniacs.”
Lena tilted her face up to gaze at me, gripping my arm a little tighter.
“I have my favorite biker already, so I’m sure I’ll be just fine.”
My heart swelled in my chest and we waded into the party together.