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“Your dick gets too much action. I don’t fuck someone doing other bitches and don’t ever think that you can tell me what I want. Until you start wearing my panties, I think I’m the best judge of who I want to fuck.”
Stud shrugged. “Fine. I won’t fuck any other women. I’ll let you have until we’re done eating to make up your mind that you want to fuck me.”
Sex Piston was almost speechless. Almost. “You’re saying that you won’t fuck anyone else while we’re fuck buddies?”
He shook his head. “I don’t need another fuck buddy. I can have as many of those as I want. I’m talking about something different, Sex Piston, and you know it. I like you, and I want to spend some time with you. I’ve been trying to do that for a while, but you keep running back and forth between Ace and any other asshole you can find to put up with your shit.”
Sex Piston stiffened in her chair. “I don’t fuck assholes.”
She could tell that he wasn’t going to argue with her.
Sliding his chair back from the table, he took their empty plates to the sink before turning back to her. Leaning back against the counter, he crossed his arms across his chest. “Sex Piston, we could have a good thing if you gave it a chance.”
Sex Piston stared back at Stud, confused as to what to do. Usually it was an easy decision. She had never really felt sexually attracted to any man, but she felt a spark of desire for him. She admitted to herself that seeing him race that bike had her body primed. In the few years he had been friends with her pops she hadn’t really paid that much attention to Stud. She had been with Ace and busy building her clientele as a hairdresser. She had always noticed one thing about him that was a big negative for her, though.
“I don’t think you can keep your dick in your pants any more than my pops or Ace could.”
“I don’t like being compared to other men, Sex Piston.” Stud didn’t take his eyes off her, which kept the desire coursing through her. It was beginning to scream at her to do him.
Steeling herself against her weak body, she managed to get her girly parts back under the control of her mind. She shrugged her shoulders. “You’ve been married twice, Stud. Your record with women speaks for itself.”
“I married Reese. She followed me around the circuit and I didn’t turn away what she was offering. When she got pregnant, I married her. We were married four years. I would still be married to her if she hadn’t decided to fuck around on me with another rider at the club. They’re together now and they care about each other. I wasn’t going to stand in their way.”
“I bet you didn’t. Pops used to laugh about how you got your nickname when he thought I wasn’t listening. You even managed to get another woman knocked up,” Sex Piston said sarcastically.
“You think I’m stupid enough to get caught that way twice, Sex Piston?”
Sex Piston tried to understand what he was telling her. Stud wasn’t a stupid man and it had surprised her he had been stupid enough to get two women pregnant.
He stared back at her, waiting for his subtle message to click.
“Star isn’t yours?” Sex Piston could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth. Star was a daddy’s girl if she had ever seen one,and she should know—she had lived in Diamond’s shadow with their father her whole life.
“This is just between us, Sex Piston, not your crew or anyone else’s business. Candi, Star’s mother, found out she was pregnant by Calder two days after he went into rehab. She was going to have an abortion without telling him. I told her if she married me, I would take care of the kid like it was mine. It would have killed him to find out what she was planning on doing. He’s my brother, and I wasn’t about to sit back and watch her destroy my niece. We got a divorce two days after she had Star.
“Are you going to tell him?”
“Maybe, if he ever straightens his ass out. If not, no.”
Sex Piston nodded her head in understanding. She had met Calder a couple of times. Stud’s brother had accompanied him a couple of times when he had visited her father. He was younger than Stud and the more wild of the two. Physically, they resembled each other, but that was where the comparisons ended. Her father had told her that Stud was constantly having to get his brother out of some trouble.
“Candi has moved on to another club and she doesn’t want to involve herself with Star. Every now and then she gets in the mood to play mommy for the weekend and I let her with supervision, but she doesn’t get in the mood often,” Stud said grimly.
Sex Piston had also met Candi. She was a bitch that floated between motorcycle clubs, going from biker to biker. She was faithless and only had time for those who could supply her constant need for sex and drugs.
Sex Piston swallowed hard at the thought of never getting to know Star. She was a beautiful, little girl. Stud had made the right decision by stepping in and shouldering his brother’s responsibilities.
Damn. She hated to admit she liked that he was responsible. He had not only accepted his brother’s child as his own, but when her own father had asked for his help, he had, despite there being no benefit to his own club. The Destructors were mainly a group of bikers that had fallen into a rut, which was dangerous without the strength to back it up.
He was right; she was attracted to him. As much as she wanted to deny it, it was there. Damn, she was going to be weak-minded long enough to find out if he deserved that nickname of his.
Sex Piston got up from the table, going to stand in front of Stud. “If you fuck around on me, I’ll walk away and not look back. After I kick your ass.”
Stud’s lips twitched. “Okay.”
“I mean it, Stud,” she warned.
“I know.”
Sex Piston’s arms circled his neck and then she did what she had been dying to do for weeks. She leaned in close, offering her mouth. When he lowered his own at her invitation, it was everything she could do to hold back the moan that rose at the pleasure that was better than she had imagined.
He took control of the kiss, showing her the benefits of giving in to him. His tongue surged into her mouth, exploring hers as if quenching a fire, as his hand went to her ass, pulling her closer. She felt his hardening cock against her flat stomach.
Stud lifted her up, packing her through the kitchen door and then through the living room.
Sex Piston’s thoughts flew; asking herself if this was what she really wanted to do. Stud, whether he wanted to admit it or not, was like her dad and Ace. He might have his shit together a litter better, but not by much. He still lived the biker life and, while it was a big part of hers, she had learned that it was hard to make a relationship work with so many women attracted to the power of the position Stud held.
He opened a door in the small hallway before going inside and turning on the light. Sex Piston managed to tear her lips away long enough to glance around the small room. There was a big bed covered in a comforter that was soft against her as he laid her down on it and then following her down to lie on top of her.
His hands went to the zipper between her breasts. The black leather parted as he slid the zipper down, exposing her braless, rose-tipped breasts and her flat stomach. His hand went directly to her pussy, which was covered by the small lace panties she wore.
Sex Piston parted her legs further, giving him access to the flesh that was begging for his touch. She gave a small moan when his fingers found her wet opening before sliding forwards, finding her clit. Taking the tender bud between two fingers, he separated the delicate folds until he could expose the sensitive nerves underneath. His thumb began stroking her until she lifted her hips, wanting a firmer touch.
“Woman, I’m going to give you what you want, but you’re not going to come before I can get my dick in you,” Stud moaned against her neck.
“Then you better hurry,” she threatened as his fingers went to the entrance of her pussy.
Sex Piston pressed against his chest until he fell backwards. Climbing off the bed, she peeled off her
tight jumpsuit and black panties, exposing her bare pussy and the tiny butterfly tattoos on her side. She then climbed back on the bed, making sure she gave an extra wiggle of her ass before lying back down.
“You’ve got sixty seconds before I take matters into my own hands,” Sex Piston teased, letting her hand fall to her pelvis, tracing imaginary circles on her skin as she waited on him.
“Damn it.” Stud jerked up to his knees on the bed, unsnapping his jeans and pulling out his dick.
Sex Piston stared at his cock, surprised he hadn’t laughed at her when she had insulted it earlier. “I’m sorry,” she said as she watched him put on a condom he had removed from his back pocket.
Stud paused, staring down at her in confusion.
“For insulting your dick. It just might be as big as your ego,” Sex Piston complimented.
Stud laughed as he lowered himself back down to her, his fingers brushing her wet heat as he fitted his cock against her opening. His hand then spread her thighs wider.
His mouth circled the tip of her nipple, drawing the rosy nub into his mouth as his hips plunged into her pussy. Her scream of pain had him jerking his head up as he saw a tear slide down her cheek. He didn’t understand what his brain was trying to tell him. It was only when her hands pushed at his chest and she started struggling to get out from under him that it dawned on him what her problem was.
“You’re a virgin?” Disbelief at what his dick and Sex Piston’s reaction was telling him held him immobile.
“No… Yes… You fucking bastard, let me up.” Sex Piston thrashed, trying to get away from the knifing pain between her thighs.
“Calm down,” Stud snapped. “I’m pissed at myself for not preparing you better, regardless of you being a virgin or not.” His hands framed her face before one went to her thick hair to hold her in place. Then, his lips came down on hers, gently teasing her lips apart.
His kiss soothed her hurt feelings as his chest lowered to hers, surrounding her with his warmth as he pressed her firmly down into the mattress. He was trying to keep her thrashing body still before she caused herself more pain. Stud’s hand went between their bodies, gliding over her clit, swirling the flesh until the desire returned hotter than before, before his cock slowly slid forward another inch.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Sex Piston felt the bite of pain she had experienced fade away at his ministrations. She felt his dick stretching her passage slowly as he glided deeper within her. “No, but you better not hurt me again,” she demanded, hitting his shoulder.
Stud groaned as his mouth traced her delicate jawline. His groan echoed throughout Sex Piston’s body as she felt him begin a gentle thrusting that enabled her to enjoy the feel of him inside her. Her breath hitched in her throat as he lifted her thigh to his hip and then moved slightly to his side.
She gave herself to him as she had never been able to do for anyone else. She felt his eyes on her as his cock slid in and out of her pussy. She could see the heat in his turbulent eyes before his mouth returned to the tip of her breast, gently laving it until it hardened into a tight nub.
“You’re the sexiest virgin I’ve ever seen.” Stud surged more forcefully inside her, increasing his speed as her hands moved to his shoulders, digging her nails unconsciously into his flesh.
His movements brought a tightening in her sheathe that had her tensing underneath him. As she came, his strokes shortened as his cock rubbed against her clit, intensifying her orgasm. He then thrust deeper within her, his muscled body shuddering as she felt his cock jerking its release. Her thighs hugged his hips tighter against her. It was the most erotic moment of her life as she lifted her hips, trying to catch that last spark of her own release.
Stud moved to her side before rising from the bed and going into the bathroom. Sex Piston waited until the door closed before she jumped from the bed. She used a discarded towel on the floor to wipe up the evidence or her lost virginity from between her legs before shimmying into her jumpsuit. She hurriedly zipped it up, ignoring the slight sting when she scratched her skin.
Jamming her feet into her boots, she then took off running to the bedroom door and was out in the hallway in no time. Reaching the front door, she flung it open when a hand slammed the door immediately shut and an arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her from her feet.
“I didn’t think anything could send you running,” Stud said mockingly.
Sex Piston thought about denying it, but being caught in the act prevented her from doing so. Instead, she tried to bluff it out.
“Fuck off.”
“Now, is that any way to treat the man who you gave your virginity to?” Stud whispered against her neck.
“Would you rather I kick you in the nuts, which is what I’m going to do if you don’t let me go?” Her booted feet kicked back against his bare shins.
Stud ignored the pain as he walked to the couch, sitting down with her on his lap. His hand went to her thighs, holding her in place, as his thumb smoothed over the scratch between her breasts.
“Talk,” he ordered.
Sex Piston stubbornly kept her mouth shut.
“Sex Piston, one thing I know about you is that you have no problems speaking your mind, so I am sure you can manage to tell me how, with a body and name like yours, you managed to stay a virgin.”
Sparks flew from her eyes at his words as laughter filled the air at her attitude. Understanding dawned in his eyes.
“You did exactly opposite what everyone expected of you, didn’t you? Poor Ace.” His laughter earned him a punch upside his head. He managed to grab her fist before she aimed for a second shot at his nose.
Frustrated at her inability to successfully hurt him, she let him have it with her words instead. “Fucking asshole. How was I still a virgin when we spent the night together? I may have been drunk, but you weren’t. You lied to me.”
“I did lie,” he confessed with a boyish charm she didn’t know he was capable of.
“No shit. Why?” Glaring at him, she unsuccessfully tried to punch him again.
“You’re going to get mad.”
“I’m already mad. I passed mad when you hurt me.”
“I’m sorry.” This time his thumb rubbed against her high cheekbone. He regretted being so rough with her, not knowing she was a virgin.
“So why did you lie?” Sex Piston refused to be charmed by the obviously experienced Stud.
“Several of the brothers want to get to know the women in your crew better—” he began to explain.
“You mean they want to fuck them,” she corrected him.
“Yeah, well, that too, but those bitches won’t make a move without your okay, so I figured that if you thought that we had fucked, you’d loosen your hold of them. You couldn’t tell them no when you thought you had fucked me. You know, kind of like lead by example kind of thing.”
Sex Piston just stared at him for his lame ass reasoning. She could tell that he was expecting another punch for his answer, but she didn’t try to hit him. She was too hurt. She sucked in her breath, lowering her lashes so that he couldn’t see the truth of her feelings.
“Well, it worked, didn’t it? You should be happy with yourself. You and your buddies got what you wanted. Now, let me up. I’m going home.” Sex Piston tried to get off his lap again.
“You’re going to stay the night here then I’ll take you home in the morning,” Stud stated.
Sex Piston’s lips tightened at the man who she had mistakenly gone to bed with. Her temper let fly and she went nuts before he could react. Her hands went to his throat, gripping it tightly as her thumb pressed down on his windpipe. “Motherfucker, you used me being drunk so that you could manipulate me into doing what you wanted so that your lame ass brothers could get laid. Then you expect me to stay and let you fuck me over again? I wouldn’t have fucked you tonight if I hadn’t thought I already had. Why would I waste myself on you?”
Stud’s hands came to her wrists, jerking her
hands away before turning and lying her down on the couch and then raising her struggling hands over her head.
“There she is. The bitch couldn’t resist coming out, could she, Sex Piston? I know it was a shitty thing to do, but I didn’t do it for my brothers. I did it for myself. I didn’t pour that Tequila down your throat, but I took fucking advantage of it. You’ve been keeping me at a distance for months, both as the president of the Destructors and as a man. You knew I was attracted to you, yet you weren’t about to let me close. So, hell yes, I took advantage when I had the opportunity. I’d do it again.” The charming womanizer was gone. In his place was a man determined to get what he wanted, despite the methods he had to use.
Sex Piston stopped struggling, reluctantly listening to his words. He was right; she had noticed his interest and ignored it, not wanting to get involved in another relationship that would lead nowhere.
She opened her mouth to let him have it again, but he forestalled her by taking her mouth in a storm of sensation that had her body rethinking about fucking him again.
His hand slid the zipper of her jumpsuit down to find the tip of her breast. He stroked the tip with his thumb while his mouth left hers to take it in his mouth.
Her hips arched as the ache of need returned. Her pussy clenched, wanting to be filled again. Sex Piston began to wonder that if sex the first time with him was so freaking good, just how good it would be the second time. Her body began to get even more excited at the thought of doing him again, despite him being a jerk. The son of a bitch knew how to fuck.
“We cool?”
Sex Piston refused to answer him.
His hand slid under the leather of her outfit, finding her pussy and plunging a finger inside her with no warning.
Damn. She felt herself weakening as he stroked her, the tender flesh stirring her passion higher, into a need that had her convincing herself that she could maintain a casual sexual relationship with him while she still searched for the man she wanted in her life.
“We cool?” he asked again, inserting another finger.
“Yeah,” she lied, her body loosening, becoming more pliant under him.