CULVER: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (23 page)

“Yeh, I could have guessed that. Don’t tell me,
now, that you’re gonna go back to that asshole. I don’t care what his sorry ass
says to you, you don’t do it. You have some pride.” I could only sniffle. It
was just too much to take in. Cash grabbed my chin and pulled my face up to
meet his eyes. “Tell me you won’t go back.”

“I won’t,” I said, surprising myself by the
strength in my voice. Cash’s hands were rough against my skin. It felt good, to
be held that way. I looked into his eyes and I don’t know what happened. It was
like something deep inside of me woke up, hungry.

I grabbed Cash’s huge, muscular body and threw
myself into his arms; leaning up, nearly falling off the stool, I kissed him.
His breath was hot and tasted like whiskey; for a moment he didn’t respond but
then I felt him kiss me back and my heart raced. I felt his hands on my hips
and he squeezed tightly; the slight embrace was enough to make me moan. Then he
pulled back abruptly.

“Well, now, teacup, that was nice, but this is not
the time or the place for that kinda behavior. You don’t have your head on
right,” he said, shaking his head. I looked around the bar and realized
everyone was staring at us. I bit my lip and dropped my head, more embarrassed
than ever.

The bartender planted a cup of warm tea in front of
me. I grabbed it, wanting to do something with my hands to distract myself from
the shock and shame that was rolling through me as I thought of all those
dirty, lecherous faces watching me. I sipped slowly and was surprised by the
subtle taste of whiskey.
Here goes
nothing, hopefully I’ll wake up and won’t remember any of this,
I thought,
and drank deeply.

Cash had his half-smile on again, and was reaching
for a napkin. He wrote something down on it, quickly, and passed it to me. He
leaned in very close to my ear and whispered, “if you ever have your mind right
and wanna see me again, though, you go ahead.”

I looked at the napkin. It was his phone number. I
blushed again and pushed it away. There was no way that I would ever want to
see any of these people again. I was just drunk, that was all. And confused.
Because of Brian.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” I said,
trembling. Cash’s grin never left.

“Suit yourself, teacup,” he said. Outside, I heard
a car approaching. “That’ll be you. Here’s enough to get you home.” Cash pulled
out a gigantic wad of bills and handed me one. Looking at it, I saw it was a
hundred.

“Oh, no, really,” I started to protest.

“It’s a long ride, teacup. And don’t worry, there’s
always more where that came from. Right boys?” He said, turning to the rest of
the bar, who were still watching us. Cheers came from all around. I hopped off
the stool.

“Thank you, for everything, and I’m, I’m real
sorry,” I said again, backing towards the door. Conversation resumed as though
nothing had happened, and I dashed out the door and into the cab.

~
2
~

That night, I had the strangest dream. I was in the
desert, but it was cool, with a breeze blowing and clouds shielding the worst
of the sun. I was lying on the warm sand, burying my feet and hands in the fine
particles and letting it run through my fingers. I felt safe and warm. I was
wearing a short dress, almost like a nightie, and I didn’t have any panties or
a bra on, but I didn’t mind. It felt good being exposed. Then, I felt fingers
creeping up my legs.

I remember looking down and seeing Cash between my
legs, half buried in the sand, his rough hands moving up my calves and then
past my knees. He was looking at my exposed pussy and I thought it felt wrong
but I liked it. As his hands passed my knees and began slowly making their way
up my thighs, my breathing grew rapid and I could feel my heart beating hard in
my chest. I said something, but I don’t remember what it was. Cash’s lips were
chapped from the desert sun and sand.

I remember watching his hands creep ever closer,
his fingers just barely brushing my thighs, making my skin rise in goose bumps
and shake with pleasure. Finally, his fingers found my pussy and began tracing
my slit; at the same time, it seemed, his whole body moved forward so that his
face was hovering right above my pussy. I could feel his hot breath on my clit
and I remember wiggling my toes in the sand, feeling so good and wanting more.

Please
, I
said, in a dream-voice, and just as I woke up I remember feeling Cash’s fingers
entering my pussy, and his tongue reaching out and licking at my clit. I woke
with a start and immediately blushed, even though I was all alone in my room. I
discovered that my hand was buried between my legs, and I could feel my own
wetness on my fingers. No matter how much I wanted to just roll over and forget
the dream and go on with my day, I couldn’t help but linger for a moment
longer, rubbing myself against my hand, feeling the way my body responded to
the stimulation and the friction of my fingers against my clit.

I moaned softly into my pillow as I gyrated against
my hand; I rolled over onto my stomach and lifted myself slightly onto my
knees, giving me more access to my clit and pussy. I’d never masturbated
before, but I knew what felt good so I kept doing it, rolling my fingers around
my clit while thrusting my hips against my hand.

I tried to continue the dream I’d been having,
imagining Cash’s lips against my pussy, his tongue taking the place of my
fingers, and found myself thrusting harder and harder, rubbing faster. A
throbbing pressure began to build in my pussy and I groaned into my pillow as I
continued to finger myself.

“Sara! Come down for breakfast! You’re going to be
late!” I heard Mom’s voice calling from down the stairs. At the sound of my
name my heart stopped and I froze. What would my mom and dad think if they saw
me like this, and knew what I was thinking about? What if they found out I was
getting off on the idea of some low-life criminal licking my young, virgin
pussy? I was utterly ashamed and almost felt like crying.

I jumped out of bed and hurriedly threw on some
clothes, then ran out to the hallway to go downstairs. I paused and turned into
the bathroom instead. I washed my hands in hot, soapy water; I still thought I
could smell my own pussy juices on my fingers. I splashed some cold water on my
face, hoping it could wash away any sign of guilt. Looking at myself in the
mirror, I only hoped that Mom and Dad wouldn’t notice anything different about
me. I certainly felt different.

I was ashamed, it’s true, but I also felt sexy, and
my pussy was aching. I wasn’t sure, at the time, what an orgasm felt like, but
after the way I felt playing with myself that morning, I knew that it had to
feel amazing. I wanted to feel that. I wanted to come; my body wanted it. And I
knew, deep down, that it wasn’t just an orgasm I wanted. I wanted Cash.

He was old, and dirty, and probably a major
criminal; but I wanted him. He was strong, and he made me feel safe, and his
eyes on mine had felt so…dangerous. I wanted to feel his eyes on mine again,
his lips against mine, his eyes on every inch of my body, and his hands…

“Sara!” my mother called again from the bottom of
the stairs, making me jump. I realized I had been standing at the sink with the
water running for at least a minute, thinking about Cash and the things I
wanted him to do to me. Blushing again, I turned off the taps, took a few deep
breaths, and headed downstairs.

“Well, there she is!” Dad said, looking over his
newspaper with a smile. “Oversleep? Or just daydreaming? About Briiiii-aaaan?”
Dad loved teasing me about having a boyfriend. The truth was, he really liked
Brian and thought he was a good guy. High school football hero and straight A
student, he was exactly the type of guy you wanted to bring home to your
parents. I felt a rush of anger remembering what he had done to me the night
before. But I couldn’t exactly tell Mom and Dad the story.
 

“What’s wrong with you this morning, you’re so
quiet,” Mom said, pouring me some coffee and setting a bowl of cereal in front of
me.

“Nothing,” I said quickly, doing my best to smile
back naturally. It didn’t seem to quite work, because Mom gave me a weird look.

“Well, whatever, honey, just make sure you get to
class on time,” Mom said, turning back to the dishes. I felt like I was wearing
a shirt that said “slut” in big letters, the way my parents were just going
about their normal morning while I was upstairs fingering myself and dreaming
of some stranger’s tongue dancing around my clit.

When I checked my phone that morning, I had ten
missed calls from Brian, and about 15 “I’m sorry” texts. I deleted them all
without reading them. I was so done with Brian. I went to class, as usual, did
my homework, as usual, and came home and had dinner, as usual. What wasn’t
usual was the way I couldn’t focus on anything for more than a few minutes at a
time. Inevitably, I would feel my attention drifting back to Cash.

After a week, nothing had changed. I didn’t have
dreams every night, but often enough to drive me crazy. Finally, my will just
broke. I realized what I needed to do, and decided to do it quickly, before I
could change my mind and try to just endure the torture.

~
3
~

On the Saturday after first going to the biker bar,
I woke up determined. Jumping out of bed, I immediately got dressed and headed
out. I knew there was nothing in my wardrobe that would make me fit in, and I
didn’t even think I could ever fit in no matter what I was wearing, but I
decided that if I was going to do this, I needed to go whole hog.

I drove through town, rejecting all the cute little
boutiques and name-brand stores that were my usual haunts. Instead, I pulled up
next to a store called “Wyld Thing” that had leather jackets and chaps
displayed in the window. In the store, I ignored the snickers and comments from
the burly men behind the counter.

“Going to a costume party, sweetheart?” one called
out to me as I browsed through a rack of leather vests. I shot him a dirty look
and kept searching; I pulled a few off the rack and turned to the men behind
the counter.

“Got a changing room?” I asked, trying to sound
tough. The men just grinned.

“Not here, honey. But we don’t mind if you wanna
change right here, do we?” one of the men said, nudging the one next to him. I
felt my skin crawl at the thought of these jerks enjoying the sight of my young
body.

“Well, what’s your return policy?” I demanded,
trying my best to hide my disgust.

“Well, you can return anytime you want, but those
don’t come back here, sweetie.” I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t pick anything
without trying it on and didn’t want to have to pay for three vests if I only
needed one, but realized I didn’t have any options. Throwing them down on the
counter, I crossed my arms and looked into the distance as one of the men
started ringing me up.

“So, really, sweetheart, you going to a party? Or
you just wanna treat your boyfriend?”

“None of your business,” I snarled. I hated being
hit on by these gross men; sure, I was into Cash, but that didn’t mean that
every big bulky biker could turn me on. As I paid and strutted out of the
store, I heard more laughter and whistles follow me. I sped home as fast as I
could, feeling a mix of indignation and embarrassment. They were right. What
was I doing? I wasn’t that sort of girl. Not at all.

Once I got home, I raced upstairs and immediately
ripped my top and bra off. I knew I had to act fast before doubt got the better
of me. Once I tried the first vest on, there was no need to try on any of the
others. It zipped up the front and gave my already-generous bust an extra boost
of cleavage. I grabbed a denim skirt and a pair of open-toed pumps and called
it done.

I didn’t wear a bra or panties, knowing that I
would be in agony deciding which to wear. After applying a bit of makeup, I
decided I was good to go and ran downstairs, praying that my Mom and Dad
wouldn’t be hanging out somewhere they could see me. Once safely in my car, I
plugged the address I had gotten online into my GPS and drove off.

A half hour later, I was once again parked outside
of Della’s, this time solo. I was breathing heavily, nearly panicking. I’d
never done anything even remotely like this, and I wasn’t sure what to expect,
or if I was having some sort of mental breakdown. I finally turned the engine
off and stepped outside, adjusting my clothes as I did. Taking another deep
breath, I walked quickly onto the porch, threw the door open, and strode to the
bar.

I could see the stunned looks on the men’s faces as
I approached the bar. I wasn’t sure if they recognized me or just weren’t
expecting someone like me to come in.
 
I immediately felt embarrassed by my entire. I could tell by the smirks
and chuckles that I was trying way too hard. Standing at the bar and waiting to
catch on of the bartenders’ attention, I felt naked. Finally, the dark-haired
bartender approached me with a smile on her face.

“Well, don’t we know you from somewhere, little
girl? You sure do look familiar. What can I get you?” She asked.

“I’m…I’m looking for, uh, Cash?” I whispered.

“What’s that, darling?” She asked, leaning in,
winking at one of the men at the bar.

“Uh, Cash?” I repeated.

“You’re asking for some cash? Well, what you got to
make it worth it for us?” She laughed. She was speaking loudly and all the men
at the bar were staring at us now.

“No, no, I’m looking for a man,” I sputtered.

“Well, lots here to choose from, little girl,” she
said back. The bar roared with laughter. I felt my eyes well up.
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry,
I
thought to myself, desperately. I knew I’d made a mistake coming back, and I
knew I had to get out of there. Just as I turned to leave, a door in the back
of the bar opened.

“What’s going on out here, now?” a voice bellowed.
I looked and immediately my heart stopped as I saw Cash standing, arms crossed,
in front of what looked to be an office. He was wearing tight black jeans and a
black T-shirt. He saw me and smiled.

“Come here, girl,” he said. The bar hooted and
hollered, but his face turned cold as he looked out over the crowd and everyone
immediately piped down. I was amazed at the control he exerted over the group.

“I said, come here,” Cash repeated. Without even
thinking, I crossed the bar. He watched my every step; I could feel his eyes
wander over my exposed skin. I imagined, briefly, that it was his hands roaming
over my body instead of his eyes, and my heart raced. Just looking at him, I
felt desire stirring within me.

When I reached him, he stepped aside and extended
his hand, inviting me into the office. I stepped inside and he followed,
closing the door. Outside, I could hear the hooting and hollering break out
again. Cash brushed past me and took a seat behind a metal desk that was strewn
with papers, old beer cans, and ashtrays.

I looked around the office. There was a safe and a
filing cabinet, and boxes upon boxes of papers and envelopes against the wall.
My eye caught on a briefcase that was lying open on the ground. Inside must
have been about half a million dollars in twenties; it was absolutely stacked
with bills. Cash saw where I was staring, got up, and slammed the suitcase
shut.

“See something interesting, teacup?” He said,
suddenly no longer smiling or being kind. I recoiled as though I’d been hit.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I just….I came back because…I
wanted to say thank you,” I stammered. Cash stood there for a moment, his eyes
moving up and down my body. I felt naked again, and wished I had worn my
regular clothes, or at least a bra.

“And how do you propose to thank me?” He said. I
gazed at him, confused. What did he mean? Then I began to question myself
again. Why had I come back? Why had I worn this outfit? What was I planning on
doing? Cash sighed at my silence.

“Listen, go home, little girl. You think you want
this? You don’t. This is a rough life. You get dirty. You get messy. You don’t
follow the rules. You like to follow rules, don’t you?” He said. His eyes were
boring into mine. I was mesmerized, unable to speak. “So go home. Go home to
your mommy and daddy. Follow the rules.” He sat back down and grabbed one of
the papers that were on the desk and began studying it.

I was operating on automatic at that point. I
turned to leave, put my hand on the doorknob, and then suddenly something deep
inside me cried out:
no!
I spun
around and walked back up to the desk. Cash didn’t look up. Without thinking, I
began unzipping the leather vest. The sound attracted his attention and he
peered up at me.

I unzipped the entire way down and let the vest
hang loose as my breasts popped out of the front. The cold air of the small
office against my skin made me shiver, and I could feel my nipples harden into
two, pink buttons. Cash leaned back in his chair, staring at my exposed tits,
then moving his eyes to my face.

“Well, okay, teacup. Come say thanks,” he said,
pushing his chair out and unzipping his pants. I watched as he pulled his cock
out, and gasped when I saw it. It was bigger than Brian’s by a country mile; it
was as thick as the empty beer bottles on the table and extremely long.

“What? Not feeling so gracious anymore?” Cash said
with his half-smile. That half-smile was going to be the death of me. I moved
around the desk and kneeled in front of him. I took his dick in one hand and
began stroking it slowly, up and down. Cash leaned his head back and closed his
eyes.

The feeling of Cash’s huge dick in my hand turned
me on more than I had ever thought possible; I felt my pussy getting wet as I
stroked it from top to bottom, then tentatively licked it from the base to the
head. Once I started, it was like I couldn’t stop. I licked it again, and then
again, and then again, like a popsicle; it tasted dirty, but I liked it. I
liked the sight of this big, rough man’s throbbing cock in my tiny hand. The
fourth time I lingered near the head and licked around it in a circle, then
sucked the head into my mouth.

I heard Cash groan, and the sound made me even
wetter. I licked and sucked on just the head while stroking his cock over and
over again; then, I felt Cash’s hand on the back of my head, pushing down. I
panicked for a minute; there was simply no way I could fit this huge dick inside
my mouth! I slid a bit more of his cock into my mouth, then bobbed back up.
Cash increased the pressure on the back of my head and I slid further down his
dick; I was still jacking him off with one hand, and now my saliva was flowing
freely and I used my hand to lubricate the rest of his cock.

I tried to come back up for air but the hand on the
back of my head was just too strong, and I felt even more of Cash’s dick slide
into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged and struggled against
his grip; he released the pressure for a moment and I came up for air, but as
soon as I had taken one breath his hand was there again, pushing my head back
down on his cock.

This time when it hit my throat I didn’t gag, and I
was getting better at breathing through my nose. I bobbed my head slowly up and
down on his cock, licking the underside each time. Each time, I took a little
more in until I was taking a little over half his monster dick in my little
mouth. Cash grunted and grabbed my head with both hands, holding my head in
place.

“You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you,
teacup, oh fuck yeah,” he groaned. He began thrusting up into my throat,
driving his hard, throbbing cock into my throat. I was having trouble keeping
up, but the feeling of being mouth-fucked by this huge, strong biker was
driving me absolutely crazy. With my one free hand, I undid the button on my
denim skirt and plunged my hand into my panties. Finding my clit, I started
rubbing myself as I gagged on Cash’s huge cock.

“You like this, slut? You like sucking my cock? You
gonna rub your little pussy while you swallow my dick?” Cash growled down at
me, making me even hornier. Cash was thrusting harder and harder each time, and
pressing down on my head. Suddenly, he stood up, nearly throwing me onto my
back; from the new angle, more of his cock could slide down my throat and soon
nearly the whole thing was being pumped into my mouth.

I felt my eyes watering but tried to control my
breathing. I looked up at Cash; he was looking down at me, both his hands still
attached to the side of my head as he thrust into my mouth. I was rubbing my
clit furiously, relishing the taste and feel of Cash’s dick in my throat. Then,
I noticed that he was pumping faster and faster, and jerking my head back and
forth on his cock, fucking my mouth vigorously.

I took my hand away from the base of his cock and
grabbed his balls, massaging them in my hand; Cash thrust into me so hard I
thought my nose was going to break, and then I felt a warm, gushing liquid fill
my throat as he released his load into me. I swallowed desperately, afraid of
choking on the amount of cum he was pumping into me, and the contractions of my
throat milked his cock, causing him to moan.

The sound was like heaven to me, and my fingers on
my clit were flying desperately; I wanted so badly to finally find release. As
the last of Cage’s cum slid down my throat, he pulled his semi-hard cock out of
my mouth. He looked down at me and stroked my hair with both his hands.

“That was a fine thank you, teacup,” he said
gently. Then, he leaned down and lifted me up by my arms, which caused me to
stop fingering myself. I groaned in protest, tired of coming so close to what I
was sure was an orgasm.

“Don’t worry, teacup. I’m not done with you,” Cash
growled. Once I was on my feet he grabbed me by my hips and sat me down on the
paper-strewn desk. “No, I’m not done with you yet.” He positioned himself
between my knees, standing so close to me I could smell the faint, tart smell
of his body odor. It turned me on even more. I looked up at him.