Wild Nights (Hell's Highway MC) (4 page)

Blaze followed me to the bed where he stood in front of me and unzipped his jeans. He loosened his pants enough to pull his dick out. I suppose it was probably weird to be fully naked in front of your friend, although I would’ve loved to see every square inch of Blaze’s incredible tatted up, muscled-covered body while he fucked the living daylights out of me. I settled for his thick prick instead.

Blaze took one hand and pressed me back to a laying position. He climbed over me and slapped my pussy with his dick, which tickled my clit with each slap. I so badly just wanted him to ram it inside me. The suspense was enormous and intolerable.

He pressed the head into my entrance but didn’t press it any further.

“You want this,” he said. “You’re gonna have to work for it.”

He slapped my pussy with his dick a few more times and teased the entrance again.

“Just fuck me,” I begged. “Just stick it in.”

“How bad do you want it?” he teased and taunted.

“So bad,” I whimpered. “Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. Just do it.”

He slid his thick cock inside my lush, wet pussy and a jolt of electricity shot through me. This was what I was talking about. It felt so good. I needed this.

Two hard pumps later and he pulled out.

“Why?” I whined. “This is torture.”

“I don’t think you want it bad enough,” Blaze teased. “What are you going to do to get it?”

Blaze looked over at AJ and they exchanged glances. I looked down to see AJ sitting with his dick fully exposed, pleasuring himself.

“Now, that’s not fair,” I objected, knowing fully what they were thinking. “This wasn’t part of the original agreement.”

“No one’s making you do anything you don’t want to do,” Blaze explained. “I’m just saying, if you want maybe you could show me how bad you want it.”

At this moment in time, I had two options. I could end the whole thing and kick them both out, or I could release my inner bad girl as I had done the night before and just go with the flow.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.      

    “I want you to do whatever you want to do,”
Blaze responded. Smart answer. “Remember, you’re in control here, not us.”

Not only was my body getting a good fucking from Blaze, but so was my mind. “Fine, AJ, I’ll suck you off.”

“Hell yeah,” AJ rejoiced. He stood up and walked over to the side of the bed with his pants now around his ankles. He climbed up next to me and positioned himself on his knees with his cock by my mouth.

“Blaze,” I said, spreading my legs as wide open as they would go.

Blaze repositioned himself and slapped my pussy with his cock again before quickly sliding it inside. A few hard thrusts and I knew this wasn’t a ploy.

I reached over and put my hand around the base of AJ’s dick. He wasn’t nearly as big as Blaze, not even close, but he was still decently sized and filled my mouth.

AJ moaned and sighed as I sucked and licked the hell out of his cock. It was a different kind of sensation having both oral and pussy stimulation at the same time. I quite liked it, but I wasn’t going to tell them that.

My eyes were closed while I sucked AJ off, and after a minute or two I felt someone’s hand squeezing my left tit. I could only hope it was Blaze’s, but I had a feeling it was AJ’s. At that moment, I really didn’t care. I felt AJ’s cock begin to pulse, and I knew his load was on its way. It shot forcefully into the back of my mouth, and I swallowed with one big gulp, trying not to taste it. I never was a swallower, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood.

“That was fucking awesome,” AJ said as he slowly pulled his cock from my mouth. “Oh, man.”

Blaze was still plowing away down below. He was focused and seemed to be in his own little world. His thrusts were rougher than the night before. It was a different kind of fuck. In all fairness, he did tell me he was going to fuck the shit out of me tonight. He was just keeping his word.

AJ returned to his chair by the balcony and continued to watch, pants off and stroking himself.

Blaze moved a hand down and began to massage my clit, bringing me even closer to the brink. I began to moan with each thrust. I didn’t want it to end.        

Blaze pulled out. “Turn around.”

I flipped over on the bed and positioned myself on all fours. Blaze placed both palms on my hips and pulled my ass closer to him. He inserted a couple fingers into my sopping wet cunt and shortly after I felt the warm, tender licks I had grown to enjoy so much.

“Mmm,” I moaned. “Lick that pussy.”

I felt like such a dirty girl, and I loved it. I never would’ve done anything remotely like this with my ex. And I was never going to see AJ or Blaze ever again in my life. This was perfect. There was something so freeing about sex with a hot stranger. I could be, do, and say whatever I wanted, and I didn’t care at all about what they thought.

No one had ever eaten me out from behind before. It was weird at first, but I quickly got used to it.

The tongue abandoned me after a bit, and I braced myself for Blaze’s big cock again. I was ready for it. I had been on the edge all night and was ready to be pushed past the brink. I could only imagine the intense orgasm awaiting me if Blaze would ever get down to business and get back to fucking me.

I took a deep breath as I felt the warmth of Blaze’s body behind me and felt the bed shift a bit as he steadied himself into position. His cock began to slide into my wet slit, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Let’s do this.”

He said nothing. His fucks started slow and gentle and progressively picked up in pace and vigor. It didn’t feel as deep as it did the night before, but I was too turned on to really concentrate on why that could be. After all, this was only the second time I’d ever bedded this guy.

Everything below me grew suddenly hot and the intense build up was on its way. I was almost there. “Oh, oh, oh. Fuck me. Fuck meeee.”

By this point he was pretty much hate-fucking me now, and I loved every minute of it. It still wasn’t that deep, and he didn’t feel as big. Maybe he was losing his hard on? It was probably weird having sex in front of your friend, right?

“Aah!” I screamed as my pussy tightened and released around his cock while waves of pleasure shot through my body. I had no control. My body was just doing its thing.

“Oh, god!” he called out, but it didn’t sound like Blaze behind me.

“AJ!” I pulled myself away from him and flipped around as fast as I could. I grabbed the duvet off the bed and half covered myself. Waves of my orgasm still rippling through my pussy.

AJ pulled his pants up from down around his ankles and buckled the buckle as fast as he could. He looked over towards Blaze who was hiding a half-smile behind his eyes. He seemed proud that he had just pulled that off.

“What the fuck, Blaze?” I yelled. “That’s so fucked up. So fucked up.”

“That was fucking hot,” Blaze said directly to AJ, ignoring me.

“That’s some Grade A shit right there,” AJ said, motioning to my pussy. “Best shit I’ve ever had. You were right. That’s a tight ass pussy.”

They were talking about me as if I wasn’t even there.

I climbed off the bed and gathered my clothes from all over the floor. I was such a moron for trusting them. I had to admit, it was pretty hot being taken like that. Oddly, I didn’t feel violated. They were both perfect strangers, so did it really matter whose dick was prodding me five minutes ago? At least I came. That’s all I wanted anyway. That and to be desired. Can’t beat two men pining over getting a piece of me. I rather enjoyed being their trophy for the evening. I could imagine them running back to their other friends and bragging about what a hot lay I was.

Blaze walked over towards me as I was dressing.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” he asked. He cupped my head in his hands and inched closer to my face. He leaned down and gave me a tender kiss.

“I don’t know what to think,” I replied. I didn’t want him to know that I was really indifferent about the entire thing.

“I take care of people, Molly. That’s what I do,” he tried to justify it. “I took care of you last night. I took care of my brother, AJ, tonight. I think everyone’s feeling pretty damn satisfied right now.”

“I know I am,” AJ called from across the room. He walked towards the door and propped it open. “Thanks, sexy.” He took one last look at me and walked out of the room with a pep in his step.

“How did he know we were here?” I asked Blaze the moment AJ was gone.

 “He probably followed us. I don’t know,” he replied.

“Bullshit. You’re lying.”

“I texted him and told him.”   

“Nope, not buying it. I would’ve noticed if you were on your phone.”

“Does it really matter?”

“You had it planned all along, didn’t you?” I took a step back and put my hands on my hips. “This is why he showed up last night. You were going to do something to me, weren’t you?”

“
To
you? Never.
With
you? Only if you wanted.” He replied.

“That’s fucked up.”

“Molly, loosen up a bit, okay? You’re making it sound way worse than it is. We all had fun. No one got hurt. I’m pretty sure I gave you a night you’ll never forget in a million years.” Blaze was so arrogant. Hot, devilishly sexy, but arrogant.

“I need my phone back. You took it earlier,” I said, trying to wrap this whole thing up.

He pulled it out of his back jeans pocket and handed it to me. The time read 9:52pm. It had only been about an hour since this entire thing unfolded. I needed to contact the girls before they really did contact the police. I had a few missed calls from Tess already.

“You need to go,” I pointed towards the door.

“What if I don’t want to?” Blaze cracked an evil grin.

I decided right then and there that he was a mind fucker. He didn’t care about the physical aspect of this at all. He liked to play mind games. As far as I could tell, he was skilled and experienced. He was probably used to getting whatever he wanted because of his dashing good looks and confidence, but I was drawing the line. The fun and games and throwing caution to the wind like an idiot was officially over.

“This was…interesting,” I stated. “But it’s over. It’s done. I fly home in the morning. I’m over this.”

“Ouch. Just like that, huh?” Blaze said, scratching his head and scrunching his forehead. “I give you the best, most intense sexual experiences you’ve ever had and you just want to get rid of me and pretend nothing ever happened?”

“I’ll always have the memories,” I said with a sarcastic tone. “Please.”

I pointed towards the door.

He took a couple steps, then turned back towards me to add, “We could make this a regular thing. You could fly to Tulsa every so often and we could have some really amazing sex.”

In my drunken, post-orgasmic state, the offer was tempting. I didn’t have anyone like him back home. “I don’t even know your last name.”

“That’s what makes this so hot,” Blaze said, stepping back towards me. He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. He leaned down and kissed my neck.

“I really need to get to bed, Blaze.” I pulled back.

He immediately let go of me, turned around, grabbed the door and left. Just like that, he was gone.

I hurried towards the door and fastened the chain lock. I peered through the peephole and watched as he walked down the hall and got onto the elevator. He was gone. Forever.

I flipped on all the lights in the hotel room and took comfort in knowing the door was locked and no one was getting in. I flipped on the TV for a little background noise and spread out on the second, untouched, hotel bed. My pussy was sore, stretched, and tired.

I reached for my phone and dialed Tess.

“Hey, it’s me,” I said.

“What the fucking fuck, Molly,” Tess began. “I’m so fucking pissed at you right now. You don’t even know.”

“I know, I know,” I said. “I didn’t call to get yelled at. Just wanted to let you know I’m in my hotel room.”

Raquel grabbed Tess’ phone and got on the line. “Molly, I think you know how I feel so I’m not going to get into it with you. We’ll see you in the morning in the lobby. We need to leave for the airport by 7. We’re not waiting, so don’t be late.”       

“Got it.” I hung up.

Less than 24 hours later, I was back at home in my townhouse in St Louis. It felt good to be home and in a familiar place. I missed my bed, that’s for sure.

I stretched out on my sofa in my nightie and covered my legs with a fuzzy throw blanket. I channel surfed for a bit before dozing off. To say I was exhausted was an understatement.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

I popped up, startled. My heart was pounding through my silk nightgown. I didn’t know anyone who would knock on my door like that.     

I tiptoed to the front door and peeked through the peephole. Standing before my door was an outline all too familiar to me, and parked in my driveway was an old pickup truck.

“How the fuck?” I whispered out loud.   

Terrified he would see me, I tiptoed back to the living room and clicked off the lamp. I switched the TV off and grabbed my cell phone off the coffee table to use as a makeshift flashlight. I didn’t want him knowing I was home.

My townhouse was pitch black except for the light glowing off the screen of my phone, as I peeked out the front window. He was standing on my front steps with his hands on his hips, waiting, thinking, something. I didn’t know what he was up to, how he figured out my last name or that I lived in St Louis and not Seattle like I’d originally told him.

He was either crazy about me or crazy. Maybe a little of both. I glanced around the room as I tried to figure out what I’d use as makeshift weapons if it ever came to that. The best I could think of were grabbing a couple candle sticks or thick, metal lamp base. I could grab knives from my kitchen, but they were admittedly cheap and probably wouldn’t suffice if I needed them.

I peeked out the living room window again and he was gone. I ran to the back of the townhouse and looked through the blinds in the kitchen. I could hear the rustling of the leaves on the ground outside, and I knew he was out there still. My heart nearly stopped as I saw him standing on his toes, trying to peek inside the windows. Luckily all my shades were drawn and he couldn’t see inside, but it was still freaky.