CHEAP SMUT: Four Erotic Romance Novels (Boxed Set) (13 page)

Now fucking her as if to prove a point, she was grunting each time my cock bottomed out inside of her. As she released the cheeks of her ass and gripped the backs of the two seats directly in front of us in her hands, I pounded myself into her like I was in some kind of grudge fucking contest.

“You smart mouthed little bitch,” I said. “You need to remember who’s fucking boss.”

I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged it toward me. The sound of my hips slapping up against her bare ass echoed over the sound of the quiet conversation the couple was having on the screen. A person in front of us turned around and immediately turned back toward the screen after seeing what was going on. Within a few seconds, several people turned around. The thought of them seeing us, even for a split-second, fueled me to continue to fuck her without mercy.

I felt my cock begin to swell and realized my breathing was not only labored, but quite loud. The theatre was filled with the sound of sex. My hips against Sam’s ass, her groaning from me pulling her hair, and her grunts with each in stroke were enough to make even the more focused moviegoers understand fully what we were doing in the rear of the theater. As I felt my scrotum begin to tingle, I realized I was on the verge of climax.

I released Sam’s hair and gripped her neck in my hand. As I squeezed her neck with my fingertips and pulled her body backward against mine, her pussy began to contract around the shaft of my throbbing cock. In perfect timing, I exploded into her wet pussy as she groaned in pleasure into the not so vacant theater.

I arched my back and bit my lip as I continued to enjoy what seemed to be a never ending orgasm.

“Oh dear God…” she moaned as her knees buckled.

I exhaled, opened my eyes, and gazed down into the theater. More than half of the people in the theater were focused on Sam and I.

After a few seconds of standing motionless and regaining my senses, I released her neck, slid my hand up to her cheek, and turned her head to the side. A very long passionate kiss and a solid heartfelt hug later, and I collapsed into the seat, exhausted from the excitement of our sexual escapade.

“Take off your boot and give me your sock,” Sam whispered over her shoulder.

I turned to the side and scrunched my brow. “What?”

“I’ve got about a quart of your cum trying to fall out of my pussy, Superman. I need something. Give me a sock to mop this up with,” she said.

I reached down, pulled up my jeans, and unlaced my shoes. After removing them both, I handed her my socks. The thought of having on only one didn’t seem to appealing.

She stared down into her hand and chuckled.

“You wear no-shows?” she said with a laugh.

“Huh?” I responded.

“No-shows. Little bootie socks. You
wear
these?” she asked.

“When I’m wearing shoes, yeah,” I nodded.

“I fucking love you,” she said as she reached between her legs.

“Love you too, Sam,” I said as I reached down and pulled on my shoes.

After what seemed to be a matter of minutes, the movie ended. Fully understanding it had been much longer than the few minutes it seemed to be, I realized I had watched the remaining portion of the movie in a daze, daydreaming about my future with Sam. She, on the other hand, sat quietly and enjoyed the romantic movie. As the credits rolled across the screen, I held my hand in front of her chest, and cautioned her from immediately standing.

“Let’s wait a minute,” I said.

“Right,” she agreed.

After several minutes, the theater emptied, short of the long row of people still seated in the front. Realizing for some reason they had no intention of leaving the theatre, I stood from my seat, held Sam’s hand, and began to walk toward the steps. As we walked down the steps, a few of the people turned around. As the theater was well-lighted now that the movie was over, I could clearly see the group was a combination of college aged couples, without a doubt out of school for the summer. As we passed the group and turned toward the aisle leading to the exit, the sound of a person clapping caused me to pause and turn around.

After a few claps, another joined. Within a few seconds, the entire group stood, faced us, and continued clapping. Half embarrassed, and half proud, I stood and stared blankly at the group and smiled.

Sam released my hand, situated one arm in front of her and the other behind, and performed a very well executed bow. After standing, she reached for my hand and glanced up at me.

“Neither one of us have a tremendous amount of sense, you know that, right?’ she said.

“Well aware,” I said as I turned toward the door.

And almost more than anything else, that was what I had always loved about Sam. Now, more than ever, I was able to be myself around her, which was something I hadn’t really done since she left. As we quietly walked toward the door hand-in-hand, I realized the person I was becoming was the person I had always been, but that I had no one to share being myself with.

Sam caused me to act without inhibition or concern. Anxious to see just who it was that resided beneath my exterior shell, I released her hand, turned to face her, and pressed her against the wall.

I kissed her passionately, as my hands fumbled along her body, exploring every inch of her as we continued to kiss. Eventually, I raised my hands and cleared her hair away from her face and our lips parted. As I stared into her beautiful brown eyes, incapable of speaking exactly what I was thinking, one of the couples of college kids walked past.

“Get a room,” he laughed over his shoulder as he walked through the door.

“We don’t fuck in rooms!” Sam shouted back.

I shook my head and grinned. “Do you think there’s something wrong with us?”

“No,” she snapped back. “It’s everyone else who’s losing out. Fucking prudes.”

As we walked toward the door, Sam reaching into her purse, pulled out my wadded socks, and tossed them into the trash can. 

“I want to see Axton,” she said as we walked down the hallway.

I nodded my head. “I was thinking the same thing. And there’s a few others I want you to meet. A few of the girls. Axton’s Ol’ Lady and Toad’s Ol’ Lady.”

“Am I your Ol’ Lady, Otis? Is that what I am?” she asked.

“You God damned sure are,” I responded.

As strange as it seemed to say, and as much as she may not understand the sincerity and seriousness of the label, Sam was none other than Otis’ Ol’ Lady.

And now it was time I made her part of my family.

SAM

Accepting a woman as a friend was something I never did without tremendous resistance. Their competitive nature, catty attitudes, and unstable emotions made me reluctant to invite one into my life as a true friend. Over the years I had developed several friendships with women, but oddly enough, I never really considered them to be
true
friends. Opening up and being
me
around them never happened, and it seemed the person I often chose to be in their presence was a small portion of who I really was.

An abbreviated version.

Something seemed different about the two girls in front of me.

Much different.

“No, I work at an attorney’s office as a para.
Her
brother’s Jack, you met him at the bar the other day, he’s the one who’s all buff and covered in prison tats. I’m the one who wrote the appeal and got him a new trial. I’m Axton’s Ol’ Lady, she’s Toad’s, you got us mixed up,” the girl with the darker hair said in one breathless sentence.

She talked a hundred miles an hour, and was difficult to follow, but she had a great outgoing personality.

“Sydney? Syd?” I said as I pointed toward the more reserved blonde.

She raised her hand in the air and nodded her head. “That’s me. I’m Jack’s sister.”

“And I’m Avery. She’s Syd, and I’m Avery. Just remember, Sydney,
shitty haircut
. Avery,
awesome bitch
. It’s easy that way,” Avery said.

Sydney glanced in Avery’s direction and rolled her eyes.

“Shitty hair’s right, but you’re far from an awesome, bitch,” she laughed.

Avery shrugged her shoulders as she puckered her lips and kissed the air.

I nodded my head and grinned. “Hair. Awesome. Got it.”

“And you’re engaged? To Toad? The cute Italian guy?” I asked as I turned toward Sydney.

“Yep. That’s me?” she smiled as she reached for her glass of tea.

“Okay, well. Let’s get to know each other. Where’d you guys meet?” I asked.

“You’ll love this,” Avery blurted.

“You really want to know?” Sydney asked.

“Sure,” I responded. “Why not?”

She shook her head and pushed her glass of tea to the center of the table.

“Well…” She inhaled a deep breath, held it for a moment, and exhaled.

“It was at a bank robbery. I guess it’s kind of common knowledge now, so I’ll tell you the real story. I was homeless at the time, and I had used this guy the night before for a shower, and no I didn’t fuck him.” She paused as she raised her eyebrows comically.

“You were
homeless
?” I asked, shocked at the statement.

She nodded her head. “Homeless, jobless, penniless, yep. All of the above.”

“Oh. Wow,” I responded as I reached for my drink.

The thought of such a gorgeous woman who also seemed to be so well put together being homeless was almost unbelievable to me. As I attempted to wrap my mind around the complications of being homeless, she continued to tell her story.

“Okay, so I went into the bank with this guy while he was taking me back to my car, thinking he’s going to deposit money or make a withdrawal or whatever, and the fucker pulls out a gun and starts robbing the bank. No shit. I’m standing there confused, scared, and wondering how long of a prison sentence I’m going to get when they catch
us,
and this guy who I’d watched walk into the bank in front of us leans over and says
stand by the door, I don’t want you to get hurt
.” She paused and raised her eyebrows.

Okay, this is exciting stuff.

“Toad?” I asked.

She nodded her head. “And he asks me if I want a way out of this deal. Of course I say yes. So anyway, the numbskull I’m with walks up to Cambio - that’s his real name by the way - and he asks him for his deposit bag. Toad shrugs his shoulder and acts like he’s scared, and the guy points the gun right at his face.”

She paused and pointed her finger at my face.

“Holy crap,” I said as I drained my drink.

“Not really. Cambio pulled some Marine judo shit and snatches the gun from the guy’s hand, kicks him in the chest, and knocks him on the floor in like one half a second. The dumb fucker’s on his back on the floor now, and Cambio’s got the gun in
his
face.” She shook her head and grinned.

“Wow. That’s kind of sexy. So what did the cops say when they got there?” I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know really, I left right after that.”

I shook my head and stared blankly, causing her to explain further.

“While he had the gun on the robber, he turned to me and said
go tell the big fucker outside that the devil looks after his own and tell him to take you to Biscuit’s house
. Hell, I was scared to death and I took off running. I had no idea who these guys were, but it just seemed right at the time. Being around bikers my entire life, I figured they were good solid dudes, so I ran into the parking lot like I was leaving a burning building, and ran up to Otis and said
devil looks after his own
,” she said as she reached for her tea.

I widened my eyes and swallowed heavily. “Oh dear God. The guy in the lot was Otis?
My
Otis?”

“The one and only, yes ma’am. He didn’t ask any questions, just grinned and fired up his bike. The only thing I remember is him saying
you better hold on
right before he gunned it and shot out of the lot,” she said as she lowered her glass to the table again.

“Devil looks after his own?” I said as I shook my head. “Huh?”

I turned toward Avery and gazed past her as I tried to think of being a part of a bank robbery in the first place.

Avery nodded and tilted her head to the side playfully. “Club motto.”

“I see,” I said.

“So, the cops showed up, the news interviewed Cambio, and the rest is history,” she said.

“Wow,” I said as I lifted my glass and stared into it.

Empty.

Avery turned toward the bar, raised her hand, and waved at the waitress.

“Went a lot better than the next time a guy pulled a gun on Toad, that’s for sure. Now
that
was scary,” Avery said as she turned around.

I widened my eyes and glanced at Sydney. “There was another time?”

“Guy in Texas,” she said as she took a drink of tea.

“Shot him in the chest. Collapsed lung, coma, damned near died,” she said flatly.

What the fuck have I got myself into?

“Let’s hear it,” I said as I picked up my glass again.

“Get her another, make it a double,” Avery said as the waitress walked to her side.

“It
was
a double,” I said with a laugh.

Avery raised her eyebrows. “Triple?”

“Hell, why not,” I said as I turned toward Sydney.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and began talking as if it was just another day.

“Okay, they all rode down to Texas, Biscuit, Cambio, Slice, and Otis. They had a meeting down there. When the meeting ended, a guy walked out of the building who Cambio recognized as one of his former Marine friends he hadn’t seen for years. He’d actually lived his entire life, post war, thinking this guy was dead. After a little reunion in the parking lot of sorts, a car pulled up alongside the group, and the driver pulled out a gun, threatening Cambio’s Marine friend. And, Cambio being Cambio, he jumped in front of the barrel just before the guy pulled the trigger, saving the life of his friend. He took the bullet in the chest. It collapsed his lung and broke his collarbone, but he’s fine now. Well, pretty much anyway.”

“Oh dear God. When did all this happen?” I asked as the waitress handed me my drink.

“Uhhm. Let’s see. The bank robbery was about four months or so ago. Give or take. The Texas deal, maybe two months ago,” she said.

“All of that, in the last four months?” I gasped as I raised my glass to my lips and drank half the drink in one gulp.

She nodded her head. “Yep.”

I glanced at Avery.

She grinned and shrugged her shoulders.

I turned toward Sydney and stared for a long moment.

“So the homeless thing, what happened there?” I asked.

“Oh, right after the robbery Cambio gave me a house to live in. It was one of his rental houses. And he gave me a job at his barbeque restaurant as a waitress, which I love by the way. Then, we got engaged, I moved in to his house, and now we live together,” she responded.

“Wow,” I said as I drank my remaining vodka cranberry.

“And you and Axton? How’d that come about if you don’t mind me asking?” I asked.

“Don’t mind at all. We met at the bar I was working at. I was still in school, a senior. I hit on him, and hit on him, trying to get him to like me, but it didn’t work. We were just hanging out every now and again, but no sex or anything. You know, just me riding on his bike and stuff. One night a few months later, we were at a party at the clubhouse, and some doofus started hitting on me. Axton just lost it. He beat the guy half to death, tossed him in the street, and told me to get on his bike. I got on, and the rest is history,” she blurted.

I glanced at Sydney, stared blankly for a moment, and turned to face Avery.

“Beat the guy half to death?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was pretty bad,” she said.

“Couple of shootings and a beating in the course of a few months?” I asked as I reached for my glass.

The two girls turned to face each other and started laughing. As they each turned to face me, they nodded their heads at the same time.

“Yeah, that’s about it,” Sydney said. “I wouldn’t trade or change Cambio for the world.”

“Me neither,” Avery said. “Axton’s as good as gold.”

As I stared at my glass, wishing it was a quintuple, the waitress passed. As she noticed me gazing into the empty glass, she pointed at me and raised her eyebrows. I nodded my head as I raised my glass in the air. She raised her hand and extended two fingers. I shook my head. She raised three. I nodded. She turned toward the bar and walked away.

“That’s a good waitress,” I said as I turned toward the girls.

“Kat?” Avery said. “She’s the best.”

“You know her?” I asked.

She nodded her head. “She went to school with me and played volleyball. She’s a year younger than me. She graduates this year.”

I nodded my head.

“She’s fucking Biscuit,” she chuckled.

“Big guy with the beard?” I nodded.

“That’s Biscuit,” she said.

As the waitress placed the drink on the table, Avery stared down at it and laughed.

“You’re going to be a mess here pretty quick, Sam. That’s what, eight shots in half an hour?” she asked.

She was right for the most part, but I was already a little more than half drunk. Generally speaking, my limit was one drink, knowing if I had two, I’d be drunk. Having had a double, and a triple, and now having another triple, it would stand to reason with a matter of minutes I’d need someone to take me home in a shopping cart. I felt an almost necessity to tell some kind of a story to compete with what they had shared, but I had very little to offer. I glanced down at the drink, shifted my gaze to meet Avery’s, and shrugged my shoulders as my mouth curled into a smile.

“Hell, I walked here. I’ve only got to stumble about two hundred feet to get
home.
It’s been a long day. Otis and I went to a movie and he fucked me half senseless in the theatre, which was fabulous by the way. Now I’m just unwinding and trying desperately to be social. I normally hate girls because they’re so competitive and catty, but you two are fun,” I said as I reached for my drink.

“You had sex in the theater? Which one, that ratty one on east Kellogg?” Avery laughed.

I shook my head. “No, the Warren Theater. The really nice one right up the street here.”

“You fucked in the Warren?” she gasped.

“Sure did,” I said as I took a sip of my drink.

“Holy shit,” Avery gasped.

“Like fucked?
Fucked around
, or fucked?” she asked as she leaned into the table.

I took another short sip of my drink and grinned. “Well, I got down on my knees in front of him while the movie was starting and sucked his cock first. Then I got up and rode him reverse cowgirl until I came all over his cock. It was awesome. Oh, and we got a standing ovation on the way out. No joke, the entire front row stood up and clapped as we left.”

Avery raised her hand in the air and turned her palm to face me. I raised my hand in the air and slapped it against hers. As she shook her head from side-to-side, Sydney raised her hand. I slapped mine against hers and nodded my head.

“To the Sinners,” Sydney said as she raised her glass of tea. “Never a dull moment.”