CHEAP SMUT: Four Erotic Romance Novels (Boxed Set) (12 page)

“Been a bit for me, too,” Otis said as he opened his door.

I paused and glanced at him over the top of the car. “Last movie you saw?”

“Fight Club,” he said with a nod.

“Fight Club? Like
Fight Club
with Brad Pitt and Edward Norton?” I asked.

Fight Club was the last movie I had seen with Otis, in the fall of 1999, immediately before we split up. Immediately after that, I moved away. It was late October of 1999, right before my favorite holiday, Halloween.

Otis shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head to the side. “First rule of Fight Club is…”

“First rule of Fight Club is, you do not talk about fight club,” I said as I walked around the edge of the car.

“Second rule of Fight Club is…” he said as he stepped toward me and reached for my hand.

“Second rule of Fight Club is, you do not talk about fight club,” I said flatly.

He stopped walking and turned to face me. “Third rule of Fight Club is…”

I gazed at him and grinned. For me, this was easy. I’d seen the movie on Netflix and owned the DVD. Watching the movie reminded me of him, and I had watched it no less than fifty times.

“Third rule of Fight Club is, if someone yells stop, goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over,” I responded.

“I love you, Sam,” he said as he leaned forward and began to kiss me.

As we stood in the middle of the parking lot kissing, I couldn’t help but admit that I loved him too. It was almost as if when we split in 1999, progress for both of us had stopped completely. Our lives continued, and the world’s clock ticked at the same pace, but neither of us made any progress toward building a new life or moving on. Now, fourteen years later, we were both ready to make up for what we had missed out on for so many years.

As our lips parted, I stood and stared at him admiringly. Although he had gone through changes in his life, he was still very much the same person I fell in love with as a young girl and continued to love until this day. A little older, more than likely a lot wiser, and now in an outlaw motorcycle gang, he was still the same playful, loving, protective person he had always been. 

And in considering all of the good he offered me, I decided to cast what little bad he had embraced aside. For me to be critical of him for something he so wholeheartedly believed in would be selfish.

And I had no intention of being selfish.

Not again.

It was time for me to become grateful.

As we walked toward the coffee shop, hand-in-hand, I glanced back toward the Camaro. After all these years he still had it. He had kept it for whatever reason, but ultimately, he had kept it. To me that was all that mattered.

And for that, I was grateful.

OTIS

There was never a doubt in my mind that I had the ability to love. I loved the MC. I loved the passion the men shared, my MC Brothers, and the concept of the club entirely. I loved the brothers I held close to my heart - Axton, Toad, and Biscuit - and without a doubt I loved Avery and Sydney.

The love I felt for my parents was indescribable.

Loving a woman - truly loving a woman who I believed to be my other half - was different. 

Much different.

Sam wasn’t
in
my world, she
was
my world. I would do anything for her, everything to protect her, and whatever I was required to do to preserve what we had together. As soon as I had her in my arms again, I realized the depth of my love for her.

Although I knew all along that I loved her, I don’t think I realized exactly what loving someone completely meant. I was no longer a selfish boy, I had developed into a selfless man, and loving Sam was proving to be something I was not only capable of, but obsessed with. Sam provided me with an entirely new list of reasons to want to live life to the best of my ability.

Loving her didn’t keep me from pushing her to her limits. In fact, pushing her was always something she loved about me, and I hoped it would never change.

“You sure as fuck better,” I growled.

“Seriously, Otis. There’s like…” She turned her head and glanced around the theater. “Like twenty people in here.”

“Look at me, Sam.
Look at me
,” I said sternly.

“Okay Otis, I’m looking at you,” she whispered.

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” I asked.

After a few seconds of studying me, she shrugged her shoulders. “No.”

“Okay. Now, do me a favor.
For me.
Stick your finger inside your shorts and feel that little pussy of yours. Tell me if it’s wet, Sam,” I said flatly.

After glancing around the theater nervously, she lowered her hand between her legs. I gazed toward her lap and watched as she slid her finger beneath the fabric of her shorts. After a few seconds, she sighed, raised her finger in the air, and wiped it on the seat beside her.

“Soaked,” she said.

“Now, let’s agree on something,” I whispered.

“Let’s hear it,” she said.

“Well, without a doubt, there are times when a guy wants to fuck, and his cock isn’t very cooperative. He might want to go at it, but his junk is limp. And, there are times when a woman spends half an hour kissing a guy, thinks he’s pretty hot, and decides she wants to fuck him. The problem is that her pussy isn’t wet yet. Now can we agree these types of things happen, and these situations actually exist?” I asked as I glanced down the rows of seats.

“Yeah, I agree,” she whispered.

I turned my head to the side and focused on her beautiful face as I continued. “Okay. Good. Now,
conversely
, if a man’s cock is rigid as a piece of steel, or a woman’s pussy is dripping down her leg, would you not agree that she or he is ready not only from a mental state of being, but physically as well?”

“I suppose so,” she said.

“Damn, we agreed on something. Good. Okay, now, let me ask you one more thing. Do you love me,” I asked as I reached for my belt buckle.

Even though the theater was quite dark and the movie hadn’t started yet, it wasn’t difficult to see her wrinkled brow or detect her huge attitude.

“You know I do,” she hissed in a half-whisper.

“Okay. Well, if you love me, and your pussy is currently a wet little dripping mess, why would you deprive not only me - but your willing and wanting self - of a little cock?” I asked as I unbuttoned my jeans.

She glanced downward, studying my hand as I unbuttoned my jeans. As I pulled my cock free of my pants, she nodded her head toward it and glanced upward.

“
That’s
why. In your hand. Look at it, Otis. I’m not depriving myself of a
little cock
. Your cock needs a fucking zip code. It’s huge. Now, let me ask
you
something,” she said as she alternated glances between my cock and my face.

“Okay?” I said as I began to stroke my cock.

“You’ve taken a shit before, right,” she asked.

I rolled my eyes and glanced up at the ceiling before answering.

“Yes,” I said.

“Okay. Now you’re a pretty big dude, so I’m going to guess you take a pretty big shit. Let’s just agree on that, okay?” she said as she nodded her head.

“Alright,” I said, feeling somewhat frustrated with her line of thinking.

“Okay. Now if you’ve taken pretty big shits over the years, I’m going to guess your asshole is about as receptive to having something stuffed in it as my pussy is. Probably a pretty good match. Your ass and my twat. Now ask yourself
this
. Do you think I could shove that fucker in you and have you not squeal so loud you’d wake the dead?
Do you
?” she asked.

I shook my head and chuckled. I had no idea where she was headed with the shit-talk, but she made a good point. Sam never had a problem challenging me if she disagreed, and I respected her for it. My
job
, in my opinion, was to make sure she felt the way she
believed
she felt.

I continued to stroke my cock as I stared at her.

“Guess not,” I said flatly.

“Huh. Point made,” she said as she turned to face the screen.

As the lights began to dim, and the sound system began to emit Dolby THX bouncing ball bullshit around the room, I stroked my cock and tilted my head in her direction.

“One more question,” I said as I leaned toward her.

“Shoot,” she whispered.

I leaned my head onto her shoulder and glanced up into her eyes.

“When you’re watching a movie, do you ever turn around and watch the people
behind
you?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No, I watch the movie.”

“Who’s behind us?” I asked.

“Nobody, Otis. We’re in the back row,” she whispered.

“So the only people who can see us are in front, right?” 

“Yeah,” she responded.

“And we just agreed they’re not going to turn around, right?” I asked as I lifted my head from her shoulder.

“Forget it, Otis,” she said.

I released my cock from my grip and reached for her hair. After lifting the blonde strands over her left ear and carefully draping them behind it, I admired her beautiful face. After a few seconds of admiration, I leaned toward her and bit the bottom of her ear between my teeth. With her earlobe in my teeth, I growled into her ear.

“You sexy little bitch,” I breathed against her ear.

I reached over with my left hand and grabbed her boob. As I began to squeeze it in my hand, she started to moan quietly. While she wiggled in her seat and groaned, I inhaled an audible breath through my clenched teeth and exhaled slowly into her ear.

“Reach over here and grab my fucking cock, Sam,” I said.

Without speaking, her hand fumbled in my lap until she found my rigid cock. As she began to slowly stroke it, I bit into her earlobe with slightly more force and exhaled into her ear again. Immediately, her shoulder jerked and she tilted her head to the side, pressing against the side of my face.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she whispered.

“And you’re pissing me off. Since when do you not listen to me? This time I’m not asking, I’m
telling
. Get your sexy little cock sucking mouth down there in front of me and suck my cock, Sam,” I said as I released her and pointed to the floor.

Without releasing my cock from her grasp, she lowered herself to the floor and leaned forward. Wedged between the front of my seat and the seat in front of me, she glanced up and grinned.

“I’m so wet,” she said as she began to stroke my swollen shaft.

I grinned and glanced around the theater. In front of us, three rows down, were two people on one side, and two people on the far other side. In the lower portion of the theater, and entire row was filled with a group of fifteen or so people, and another couple sat to our immediate left, two rows down. All told, roughly twenty people were in attendance. As the movie began to play, I felt her mouth encompass my cock.

I glanced down and sighed at the sight of her head moving up and down in my lap. Although I’m sure not
all
women enjoy having a cock stuffed into their throat forcefully, Sam was no stranger to the tip of my dick pummeling her mouth like a woodpecker pounding away at a tree trunk. After a quick inventory of the theater again, I lowered my hands onto the back of her head and slowly raised my ass from the seat. As the cowboy on the screen pulled an old man from a burning car, I began to fuck Sam’s face like I was trying to put out a fire deep within her throat.

The sound of her sloppy slobbering and gagging was pretty evident where we were seated, but the sound effects and dialogue from the movie masked the sounds of our sexual adventure from everyone else’s ears – especially those seated in the in the front of the theater. I knew it would take no more than a minute of my cock in her mouth to drive her insane, and after holding her head tightly in my lap for a few eye-watering seconds, I released her head and leaned forward.

As she pulled her head from my lap she gasped for breath.

“Holy shit, Otis,” she said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Take off your shorts and turn around,” I said flatly.

She glanced over each of her shoulders as she raised herself into a crouched position. After a few seconds of struggling to get them off, she sighed and stood. Now standing beside me, she mumbled a few unintelligible expletives and yanked against the waist of her shorts, pulling them and her panties down to her thighs. A few expletives and a little more struggling later, and she was naked from the waist down.

I glanced around the theater.

Everyone remained focused on the movie as the cowboy walked to the door with a bouquet of flowers.

“Turn around and ride my cock, Sam,” I whispered.

“No shit, Sherlock,” she said though her teeth. “I thought I’d just stand here.”

She turned around, reached back and grabbed her ass with each hand, and as she attempted to spread her glistening pussy as wide as she could, lowered herself onto the tip of my cock. As I guided the tip into her pussy with one hand, I pressed my other into the small of her back. Although fucking in the hotel pool room was torturous, this time I slid with exceptional ease into her wet warm fold.

“Jesus,” she said as my cock bottomed out.

I reached forward with my right hand and covered her mouth. As I pulled the back of her head toward my chest, I sat up in my seat slightly, forcing her to arch her back. Now incapable of speaking, her back arched, and her hands still gripping her ass, she began to rock back and forth along the length of my swollen shaft.

Her soaking wet but still ever-so-tight pussy worked magic along my stiff dick. Each time she raised her ass or lowered herself onto my lap, I felt as if the tip of my cock was going to explode. Swollen to an all-time high girth and as hard as a diamond, it seemed the skin was hypersensitive to the perfect rhythm of her reverse cowgirl ride. As she bit into my hand, her speed increased and she seemed to become a little more daring. With muffled groans bellowing into my hand, she bounced up and down on my cock as she continued to stretch her ass cheeks apart with her fingers.

Watching her fuck me with such force was beyond any level of
exciting
I could recall from our past. Maybe I wanted it more. Quite possibly I wanted
her
more. Perhaps it was nothing more than being in love as a man instead of being in lust as a boy.

The inside of theater wasn’t bright by any means, but the movie provided enough illumination for me to watch my cock disappearing into her pussy. As I glanced up and made note of the cowboy and a blonde girl having a lakeside picnic, Sam groaned into the palm of my hand. To spice things up a little, and to force Sam to exercise a little self-control, I moved my hand from her mouth and twisted her hair in my hand.

I pulled her hair tightly, forcing her head to the side of mine. With her back now against my chest and her ear beside my lips, I turned my head to the side and pressed my mouth against her ear.

“Slow down, little girl. You’re going to get us thrown out of here,” I whispered.

She continued to bounce up and down on my cock like we were filming a porno movie and this was going to be the climactic ending. Her very audible breathing was animal-like and increasing in volume with each stroke.

“Lose…”

“Your sense…”

“Of adventure?” she asked.

I pressed my mouth firm against her ear and exhaled my response. “You little smart ass.”

I pulled her hair back and raised my butt from the seat. In perfect timing against the predictable rhythm of the movement of her ass, I forced myself into her as deep as I was able. Almost standing in my seat, I pressed the front of her thighs into the back of the seat in front of us, grabbed my belt, and pushed the waist of my jeans to mid-thigh.