Authors: Miss Merikan
“You got me. I’m a complete noob with bras.
And I know nothing about boobs either.” He nipped on her ear and pinched one of
her nipples, making her moan. “And I’m the worst at fucking pussy.” Hunter slid
one of his hands to her thigh, and then right up her dress. Everything was
happening too fast, and too slow, all at once.
Asty opened her thighs before even
thinking, but there was nothing to be done once it happened, so she just kissed
the side of Hunter’s neck, lapping at his Adam’s apple as his fingers climbed
the short distance between the hem of her dress and her pussy, which was now
only hidden by a thin piece of lacy underwear. Just thinking about him touching
her there made her whimper.
“Like, all this wetness. What do I even do
with that, huh?” He slid his fingers over her panties, pushing the fabric
slightly between her nether lips.
“Are you really asking me? I’ve had sex
once so far,” she whispered, gently biting on his skin and tightening her legs
around him. The air smelled of dust and motor oil, and some of the shadows
played tricks on her in the darkness, but she couldn’t think of any other place
she’d rather be.
“No, I think I’m good. What do you think?”
he asked as he started rubbing his thumb over her clit through the damp
panties, and all she could do was moan in response and clench her arms around
his shoulders.
Asty groaned and bit her lips, slowly
rocking her hips toward the touch. The rubbing sensation made her thighs shiver,
and she kissed Hunter’s shoulder before biting into it out of both lust and
frustration. “Just ... go for it ...”
She didn’t need to repeat her words. Hunter
pushed her dress up to her hips and pulled her panties down in one quick move.
He took out a condom and waved it at her with a question in his eyes, but he
was already unbuttoning his jeans, and she couldn’t wait to see his thick tool
again.
Asty shook her head frantically. She was
already pregnant, and it wasn’t as if she would suffer a serious illness if she
were to die anyway. She pulled on the sides of his open jeans and urged him
closer, unable to think of anything else than his cock spearing her body. “Come
on ...”
“You can’t wait?” Hunter groaned and
dropped the condom. “I’m gonna cream you, and you’ll go home to daddy, dripping
with my cum,” he whispered, and his words ignited arousal so visceral, Asty
didn’t even know she had it in her. He looked between her legs as he dragged
his cockhead between her slippery pussy lips. “You want that?”
She nodded with her lips dry and slid her
hand down his stomach, feeling how hard it was to the touch. But the moment she
reached the line of pubes, her fingers stopped and she just looked up at
Hunter, pleading for him to continue. This was already too much. She was baring
herself to the core, and it felt so much more intense than that night in the
church, even though they were in a shabby van, on top of a speaker.
Hunter yanked her forward so that her ass
was on the edge, and his rock hard cock pushed into her wet pussy with ease,
sliding inside of her body and making her gasp once her channel tightened
around his girth.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Hunter grunted and
his hands massaged her thighs. His fingers slid under the stay-up stockings and
pulled them lower, exposing more skin as his cock pushed even deeper,
penetrating her at a new angle.
Asty grabbed at his arms, heavy with need.
There she was, thinking her pussy would experience some relief once Hunter was in
her, but that didn’t happen at all. If anything, that thick cock pushing into
the depths of her was only fueling the burning fire inside her loins. “Move,”
she whispered and leaned back as her stomach protested the uncomfortable
position. The speaker was big enough to hold most of her back, but with her
head hanging slightly lower, the penetration felt somehow even more intense.
“Oh, I am, baby, I am.” Hunter grabbed her
thighs, and his stomach muscles moved in the most perfect way under the tats
when he started a fast rhythm of thrusts, pushing deep inside of her every
time.
She was shocked to feel the throbbing
pressure inside her only rise as he quickened his pace, hanging his powerful
body over hers. His hair moved back and forth over her chest, tickling her
nipples and drowning Asty in its delicious scent. Her body rocked with the thrusts,
and she didn’t even care about the hard wood and plastic digging into her flesh
and making it numb. She was good as long as his big hard cock kept moving in
and out. She loved the little rounded movements of Hunter’s hips that teased
her pussy in a whole new way, awakening nerve endings that still remained
forgotten. No toy could compare to a warm, breathing man holding her and
teasing her flesh while he looked into her eyes and at the body he declared was
so attractive to him.
There was a loud moan, and she didn’t
realize it was hers at first, but as pressure grew inside her, she couldn’t
bear the tension anymore and touched her exposed, slick clit, excited by the
rapid movements just below her hand.
“Get yourself off. I wanna feel your hot
pussy squeeze my dick,” Hunter rasped, and the rhythm of his cock pushing into
her was like a well-oiled piston, only gaining speed with every second. “Show
me your tongue.”
Asty gasped and obediently opened her
mouth, wiggling both sides of her split tongue as she started rapidly rubbing
her clit. Her feet curled, and heat shot all over her in the moments just
before climax. She grabbed one of her breasts with her free hand, and by the
time she came, her wrist hurt from the speed at which she was masturbating. The
stiff presence moving inside her only made the experience fuller when her pussy
started rhythmically clenching around Hunter’s dick. Her eyes had closed, but
now she looked up, eager to drink his pleasure as well.
“Can’t wait to feel that tongue on my
cock,” he murmured just before he came, with his cheeks visibly flushed even in
the darkness, and as he was leaving his hot cum inside of her, he lazily ground
his hips against her pussy. He still held her legs under the knees when he
leaned forward to kiss one of her tender nipples.
It was only then that Asty remembered she
was supposed to swallow his sperm for its masculine virility, but that could
wait. For now, she was more content than she expected. As she looked down at
Hunter’s flushed face between her breasts, there was a warmth awakening in her
chest that had nothing to do with the carnality of this act. She slowly combed
his hair with her fingers and swirled some of it around her hand. So maybe she
didn’t
need
sex, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want or enjoy it.
Hunter looked up at Asty, with his
softening cock still inside of her, and he scratched her breast with his
stubble. “I’d invite you to my place if I wasn’t living at the clubhouse.”
That reminded Asty that she just did
something she had always denied herself. She was never to fuck a biker, most
definitely not any of her dad’s men. And yet there she was, with a biker’s cum
slowly dripping out of her, and she had never felt better. Sure, this high
would soon end, but at this point, Asty couldn’t have been any happier with her
life.
She nodded. “My dad can’t know.”
Hunter kissed the side of her breast. “He
won’t.”
Asty looked out into the garden. The sun
was bright, and it seemed unusually warm for early December, so she opened the
window and enjoyed the brisk air streaming into her room. Last night, she
couldn’t fall asleep for a long time, as her mind raced with phantom sensations
in her lips, in her pussy, and on her whole body. As he promised, Hunter took
her home after the hot sex in the back of his van, and they later kissed in
front of her house, unable to part, as if his body were a magnet and attracted
the cool steel of her heart.
He’d been so sweet to her, and his presence
made her feel things she thought she’d never experience, all the cliché
fireworks she’d heard about and mocked. But that was exactly what Hunter
stirred in her. If his kisses were fireworks, then the sex was a solar
explosion. She couldn’t stop thinking about him even in the morning, after
waking up much too early. But as giddy as she was, there was a sour undertone
to each memory.
She was ashamed of herself.
These feelings were exactly what Mother
wanted to avoid by sending her two men on the night of the ritual. Now Asty
only wanted one of them, and she had convinced herself he was the father when
it was Ray who had come in her first. That made it more probable for him to be
the donor, unless his sperm was sluggish and Hunter’s unusually virile. Or at least
it seemed logical.
And the fact was that she couldn’t help but
resent the possibility of Ray being the one to have impregnated her. He wasn’t
bad looking and his body was strong, but he was such a despicable man. Even the
sex with him had been lousy. He had licked her pussy for a minute and then just
pushed in. It didn’t really hurt, as she had used some lube during the
preparations, but he was still an inconsiderate pig. Bell hadn’t always been
the gentleman Mom would have wanted him to be, but with the number of
hangarounds chasing him, Asty assumed he was at least civil toward the girls.
But if there was a chance Ray was the father, she couldn’t afford to ignore it
or the ritual could fall through, and all her sacrifices would have been in
vain. This wasn’t about what she wanted. She made her choice and was intent to
give her life in exchange for Bell’s. There was no way she’d forsake it all for
a crush. She needed to ingest Ray’s seed too.
Just as she sneered at the thought of
having to suck off that caveman, her phone beeped with a text message. Asty’s
head got lighter when she realized it was from Hunter.
“Hey, babe. Let’s get some breakfast.”
Asty bit her lip and curled her legs
underneath her body in the armchair. That was exactly what she had feared.
She’d read somewhere that men fell in love much easier than women, and with
Hunter already having declared just how attractive he found her, maybe he was
intent on getting even closer. Be official after a while? She did not want any
commitment. This would make things so much harder for her, and it wouldn’t be
fair to him either, but at the same time ... she did want to see him. And she
was
hungry. Maybe grabbing a bite together wasn’t such a bad idea?
She took her time writing and deleting an
answer, but in the end, she sent him, “
Okay. Where?”
“I’m waiting outside. I’ll take you to
this nice cafe whenever you’re ready. But it better be fast, ‘cause I’m
starving. Unless you let me eat your pussy before breakfast?”
Asty stared at the phone as heat streamed
to her face, chest, and pussy. Did she want that? She bet Hunter was better at
it than Ray, as he was better at pretty much everything else, but she couldn’t
encourage him too much.
At least she was already dressed and wore
makeup, so she just picked up her favorite coffin-shaped bag and rushed
downstairs, pushed by an invisible force. She opened the front door and gasped
when she saw him on the trail leading from the street.
He seemed even more handsome in the
sunlight, with his long hair a bit wild, probably after the bike ride, and his
leather jacket open to show off a
Burzum
T-shirt.
As she approached, he raised his eyebrows
and sighed theatrically. “Is that a ‘no’ to my question?”
Asty stopped in her tracks, suddenly unsure
about her earlier decision. “I thought you wanted actual nutrition first,” she
said in the end and locked the door. She didn’t want to seem too eager.
“I bet you’d be very nutritious.” Hunter
pulled her in for a surprise kiss and placed his hand on her waist. “These lips
will have to do for now.”
Asty bit back a whimper and melted into his
chest. “Be careful. What if someone tells Dad?”
“There’s no one around,” Hunter said, but pulled
away in the end, and passed her a helmet.
“There are too many people who live for the
gossip around here,” Asty said and popped the helmet on her head. She already
missed his touch, but she would have it once they mounted his bike, a black
beast with a sculpted goat skull at the front.
“Hold on tight,” Hunter said once he put on
his helmet and pushed back the kickstand.
Asty leaned forward and slid her arms
around his waist without even a shadow of reluctance. This was safe touch. No
one would even blink watching a girl hug a guy while he drove her on his
motorcycle. No one had to know she sniffed the leather of his pleasantly worn
jacket and the hair he tied back for the ride. Just being close to him made her
hyperaware of every sense she could possibly
feel
him with.
He never drove so fast that she’d get
uncomfortable, but the adrenaline rush was still there, as the speed he reached
was incomparable to that of her scooter. Her thighs rested against his, and
spreading her legs so close to him only reminded her of last night, when she
gave into his touch so completely.
She was so focused on the contact she
didn’t even notice where he was taking her, tuned in to the sound of her heart.
He slowed down eventually and stopped in a quiet, narrow street with tall
buildings built side by side. There was just a bit of snow, and the way it
clung to the naked trees planted on both sides, it looked as if they were an
element of the Christmas decorations. Garlands of lights hung between
old-fashioned streetlights, formed into shapes of bells and reindeer. The whole
setup looked so classy.
They parked in front of a cafe called
Espresso, and it looked nothing like Bell and Dad’s favorite dives. She was
actually surprised Hunter brought her here, and she wasn’t sure whether he
really liked the place or wanted to impress her. The front was black, with the
name written in an elegant white font, alongside the words artisan bakery and café.
Inside, she could see dark wood and industrial-looking chairs of black metal
and abstract pictures hanging on the walls.
“Have you been here before?” she asked,
getting off the bike.
Hunter nodded once he dismounted as well
and took both their helmets. “I used to come here years ago, and now I can
afford it again, so I indulge in artisan croissants and African coffees. Don’t
judge me.” He snorted, and before she could protest, he grabbed her hand. Once
he did, she wasn’t sure how to pull away without making it awkward, so she was
stuck in limbo between keeping things casual with Hunter and acting like a
couple.
The bell rang when they went in, and a
young man smiled at them from behind the counter. There were columns in the
middle of the large space, dividing tables from the bar area where Hunter was
taking her. Delicious-looking cakes on glass stands made her mouth water, and
she could see a covered counter with fresh-looking salads and sandwiches right
next to them, but Asty’s eyes were drawn to the blackboards hanging behind the
young man’s back. The specials, coffees, and teas all sounded amazing, but she
decided to treat herself and ordered red velvet crêpes with a cream cheese
filling and a coffee Hunter recommended. She’d never been on a date, so she
decided to go with his suggestion.
Hunter insisted he would pay when she tried
to open her wallet, and that made the whole breakfast even more of a date. How
was she supposed to navigate this? She wasn’t looking for a relationship. Soon
enough her pregnancy would start to show anyway, and he wouldn’t want to have
anything to do with her.
Once they sat in a cozy booth by the
window, she knew she needed to act fast and explain the only type of
relationship they could have. But how would she call it? Friends with benefits?
Fuck buddies? So crude.
But Hunter spoke before she could. “How did
a hottie like you even stay a virgin for so long?”
Asty grabbed the fork and started poking it
against the table. Wow, that escalated quickly. It wasn’t that she didn’t want
sex. She did, but all the guys who had ever been interested in her made her
uncomfortable on one level or another. “It just ... worked out that way,” she
finally offered, hoping her food would be here soon, and they could then easily
shift the topic to how good it was.
“I bet you had a religious following of emo
boys in high school.” Hunter laughed and bit into his Parma ham ciabatta
sandwich with Italian olives.
Asty squeezed her hands on the sleeves of
her oversized sweater and bit her lips. “Yeah, but they were all immature
brats. Why would I want to fuck any of them?” The men she crushed on were
always older and treated her like a silly girl, and on top of that, no one
wanted to date a biker’s only daughter when there were plenty of hot girls
around anyway. At some point, Asty stopped trying.
“Good point. Though if you’ve waited so
long, you should have waited for
me
.” Hunter wiggled his eyebrows and
grinned once he swallowed.
Asty frowned. He was there, why didn’t he
just do her first? “It’s not like you didn’t have your chance.”
“I was still a prospect. I had to let Ray …”
Hunter groaned. “I fucking hated prospecting.” He looked away with his mouth
full.
Asty stretched in her chair, watching him.
“Is that how it works? This is the first time I’ve heard of that.”
Hunter mulled over the question for a
while. “Patches get their choice of girl first. Most of the time, it’s just an
unspoken rule, but things can get ugly if it’s not respected.”
“That’s shitty. Shouldn’t it be the girl
choosing who she wants to fuck if there’s more than one candidate?” Asty asked,
resting her chin on her hand. She nodded at the waitress, who placed the rest
of their order in front of them. Asty had to admit her cinnamon-flavored coffee
smelled delicious.
Hunter looked back at her and shook his
head. “Not really, no. If a prospect goes against the wishes of a patch, he’s
in for a shitload of trouble. Trust me, I know.”
Asty scowled and tasted her sweet,
delicious beverage. “What did you do, and what happened?”
“Can’t say, babe. It’s club business.”
Hunter sighed and had some coffee. “What I can tell you though, is how I lost
my
virginity. You up for that?”
For a moment, she wanted to be cheeky and
ask him whether someone told him whom to fuck, but eventually decided that
would be too much and nodded. “I bet it won’t be crazier than mine.”
“It would be hard to top your story. I was
visiting my uncle, and by visiting, I mean I was sick of my folks and decided to
take a break away from them. I was fifteen, so I’ve never been to a bar, but my
uncle took me to the Hogs’ clubhouse, and my mind was blown. Some of the girls
there walked around topless—crazy stuff for a teenage guy. My mom would call
the whole party the fifth circle of hell or some shit like that.” Hunter
snorted and moved close enough for their thighs to touch. “There was this
woman, tattooed from the neck down, pierced nipples, the whole shebang, and
when my uncle saw I was drooling a bit, he introduced me to her, and we spent
the whole night fucking like rabbits on steroids. Never wanted to go back home
since.”
Asty squeezed her thighs, imagining a young
Hunter fucking
her
all night long. “Did you already have hair this long
back then?” she asked and cut a piece of her crêpe.
“Shoulder length. My mother hated it but
finally okayed it when I told her I wanted to have hair like Jesus.” Hunter
burst out laughing. “What about your folks? I bet you had it fun growing up.
Satanic dad, witch mom, pet goat …”
“And a brother who died after being a shot
in the head,” she muttered and stuffed the crêpe into her mouth, suddenly
choking up. She’d do anything for Bell. He’d be back at the club, where he
belonged. Dad would have a grandson to take his mind off a dead daughter, and
soon enough, they’d bond and forget about all the grief that came before.
Hunter put his arm over her shoulder. “Oh,
I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t know. I’m guessing he was a Nail?” No humor was left
in his voice.
Asty nodded, leaning into his touch. It
provided such comfort to let go and savor Hunter’s warmth. “Yes. Bell was
great. The best brother I could have. Everything went to shit after he died. My
mom got ill, and I think it was because she missed him so much,” she uttered,
staring at the lovely meal she suddenly didn’t want.
“What was he like?” Hunter stroked her
shoulder, but it didn’t feel like he was taking advantage of her vulnerability.
He was different from the other bikers she knew in many ways and even spoke a
bit more proper than Ray. Maybe it was because of his birth family?