Chapter 21 #2
Instead of saying thank you, I leaned forward and slid my mouth down his shaft.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned.
I moved my head back and forth slowly. It didn’t take long for him to grab and handful of my hair and move my head like he wanted.
“I can feel you smiling,” he grunted.
When he noticed my ass was completely exposed as I was kneeling over him from the side, he slapped my ass and squeezed my butt cheek, shaking it a few times.
I wanted to shout with glee when I felt his fingers slide between my legs. My pussy was throbbing. He pushed two fingers inside me, and I groaned around his dick.
He tightened his grip on my hair and picked up his pace. “Keep doing that. Fuck yes. I’m gonna come.”
I hummed and swallowed, sinking down as far as I could when I felt him start to come. He held my head in place while he exploded down my throat. When he finally released me, I pulled back quickly and gasped for air.
He didn’t give me a chance to recover. He shoved me to my back and ripped my panties from my body before he dove face first between my legs. I don’t know what he was doing down there, but I’d never felt anything like it. “If that’s your tongue, I want to make a copy. Holy shit, that feels good.”
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he slipped one finger inside my pussy and one in my ass. I nearly levitated off the bed before he even moved them. Once he did, I was screaming and coming all over his face.”
“Fuck,” I breathed. “I’m gonna need you to do that again, but I’m gonna need some water first.”
He chuckled and grabbed a bottle of water from his nightstand, handing it to me. As I leaned up on my elbows to take a sip, he ran his hard dick through wet my lips before slowly pushing inside.
“Fuck,” I breathed and fell to my back.
He rolled his hips slowly. “Drink the water. I’ll wait.”
I grabbed the bottle and took several large swallows before frantically tossing it to the side. “Done. Please move.”
He laughed. “You don’t like slow and gentle?”
“No.”
“Me either.”
“Good. Now, fuck me like you hate me.”
And that’s what we did for the remainder of my time at the clubhouse.
Fucked the hell out of each other when we weren’t eating or sleeping.
I knew I shouldn’t have done it, especially after I developed some kind of feelings for him.
I wasn’t sure what they were, but I didn’t want to examine them too closely and inadvertently cause them to grow.
When it was time for Birdie and I to go home, I ignored my feelings and prepared myself to never see him again. He had his life in Kahakai, and we had ours in Makani.
Coochie insisted on following us home in case there was flood damage, which turned into Sugar coming along too. And that led to Cookie joining us.
“Do we all have to leave at the same time?” I asked. “I have to be at work by four, and I want to take a shower in my own bathroom before I have to pretend to give a shit about what people want to eat or drink for the next ten hours.”
“Yes, but look. Everyone’s here. We can go.”
“Finally.” I stomped to my truck and climbed inside, happy to be behind the wheel again.
“Try to stay with the group,” Sugar said before he got on his bike. “Never mind. You take the lead. I don’t want you to take us all out in a moment of road rage.”
“I’m going to ignore that because I want to go home.”
“After you,” he said.
“Wait!” Birdie yelled. “You’re my ride.”
“Where’s your truck?”
“At home. Coochie drove your truck back to Makani to pick me up. You didn’t know?”
“No, but I didn’t ask, and they weren’t volunteering a lot of information at the time.”
“Do you want me to drive?” she offered.
I thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. I’ll try to squeeze in a nap.”
“I don’t mind. Let’s trade seats before the bikers start grumbling.”
Minutes later, we were on the way home, and I was fast asleep.
Thankfully, we didn’t find any signs that water had gotten inside the house. Outside was a different story. Water had obviously flowed through our property as there was a clear debris line and various items in the yard had been washed against the fence.
“Go shower and do what you need to do,” Sugar told me. “This is exactly why we came—to help with flood cleanup.”
I did, but I didn’t like it. I liked leaving them at my house and going to work even less.
“Hey, girl!” Everly called when I walked in. “Did you make it through the storm okay?”
That depends on who you ask and what your definition of okay is.
“Yeah, how about you?”
“My place was fine, but the apartments below mine flooded. I’ve never seen so much water.”
“Me either.” According to the powers that be, several weather-related records were broken.
“I almost didn’t open today. I could be wrong, but I think most people are too busy with storm repairs and cleanup to go out for a drink.”
She was right. We never had more than five customers at a time, which was making the time pass tortuously slow.
It was just after seven and we were down to two customers when Sugar and Cookie walked in. Everly tensed beside me.
I waved my hand obnoxiously. “Hey, Sugar, Cookie!”
“What are you doing?” Everly asked out of the corner of her mouth.
“I know them. That’s Sugar, and that’s Cookie.”
“When did you become friends with bikers?”
“A few days ago.”
“They’re dangerous,” she whispered.
“Eh, I think that’s subjective.”