Ride Me Away (5 page)

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and called a cab. I was too exhausted to walk all the way there tonight. With some fresh clothes on, I met the taxi down at the main entrance to be taken to Club X.

It was the exact same scene as it was last time I was there: the same men drinking and laughing at the table by the door and Ryan looking bored at the bar.

He noticed me immediately and stood up with a big, eager smile on his face.

“Hey! Kim!” he bellowed as I walked toward the bar. “Glad to see you around here again.”

“Yeah, how does this place even make money?”

“I have no idea. It’s always like this. It has been ever since I started working here.”

“I guess those guys must drink a lot, then.”

“They do,” he said with a small laugh.

“So, when’s your shift over?” I asked. “I need another ride home.”

I leaned over the counter and bit my lower lip, making it extra clear what I meant.

“Uh… I can probably get out of here in ten minutes.”

“Good. Hand me a beer, will you? This place needs someone to pay the bills.”

Ryan popped the top off of another Stella and handed it to me before disappearing into the back.

It struck me as odd that this bar could continue to operate like this for so many years. The cop in me began questioning how legitimate this business actually was. I decided to make it a little side project while I was here. Maybe I could get a nice bonus out of it.

Ryan came back out about three minutes later.

“Let’s go.”

The second my apartment door shut behind us, he grabbed my body on either side, his thumbs pressing up against the bottom of my breasts as he threw me up against the wall. His lips were not far behind, kissing me with incredible passion as his hands found their way overtop my tits.

Whoa.

I was caught off guard. It took me a couple seconds to realize what was happening. He wanted me so badly, and this time he was showing it. I began kissing him back with the same intent as he pushed his body closer against mine. His cock was already rock hard as he rubbed against me.

With one hand slipping between our bodies, I reached for him. I took his massive hard-on into my hand and began stroking it overtop his pants.

The fire in his lips threatened to consume mine as he began thrusting his cock through my hand, pushing me harder against the wall. His groans of passion infiltrated my mouth with tiny vibrations across my lips.

He ran his hands down my side to my ass before lifting me up. I let go of his cock and wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs cinched tight around his waist as he carried me further into my apartment.

Lifting me up higher, Ryan put my breasts up against his lips and began nibbling at my nipples through my shirt. I let out a moan of pleasure. It had been a long time since a man had wanted me so badly.

I lifted my shirt out of his way and removed my bra, leaving a trail of clothes from the door to my bedroom.

He threw me down on the bed and lowered himself down on top of me, pushing his knee up against my cunt through my pants. I felt the juices soaking up into my panties as he rubbed against me.

I ran my hands up and down his back underneath his shirt, clawing at him as he nibbled on my neck. The sensations were mind numbing as I moaned for him.

With his shirt nearly off, he pulled away for a second to remove it completely before he came back down for another taste of my lips. He was crazy tonight, totally desperate for my pussy, and it was becoming just as desperate for him.

I reached down to undo his pants before he kicked them off. My hand slid down under the waistband of his underwear to find his cock soaking wet with pre-cum, just for me. With me stroking the length of his shaft, his knee ground harder against my cunt.

Ryan reached down and undid my pants next. He pulled them off and threw his underwear to the side too. With us now completely naked, he climbed back on top of me and drove his cock deep into my snatch.

His lips crashed back down against mine as he laid on top of me, his hips demonstrating the same desire as his mouth. Our groans became an impassioned chorus as he reached around behind my head and lifted it up tighter to his mouth.

He grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me back down to the bed before his lips moved down to my neck. I couldn’t believe the passion he was expressing tonight. I hadn’t felt this needed in years.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, giving him a better angle to push deeper. My hips began gyrating in rhythm with his, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

He pulled back from my lips for a moment to get a good look at me, and me of him. His eyes were glazed over and he was not the same man who’d just drove me home.

I reached down to my clit again, and the moment I touched it, I could feel the urge to cum already mounting. As I moaned with pleasure at the sound of our hips colliding, my legs tensed up. They tried to lock him in close, but it was no use. He was too strong, and his powerful movements continued to drive deep.

He pulled away from me, leaving my pussy gaping as he grabbed onto my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed. In one smooth motion, he flipped me onto my stomach and let my legs drop down beside the bed.

The pressure of his throbbing desire found its way back to my needy hole. He was crouched behind me, fucking me harder than he had done before. His groans were almost too much for me to handle. I couldn’t wait for him to cum.

His hips began to buck wildly, and I could tell he was close. I moaned louder for him, showing my appreciation of how he was treating me. A few seconds later, he pulled out, shooting stream after stream of his warmth all over my back. It was good to feel that again. I had missed it.

Ryan wasn’t done, though. He crouched down, and I felt his tongue dipping into my juices as he licked my aching slit up and down. It performed little circles around my clit, slowly getting smaller and smaller until he began flicking it side to side.

I wouldn’t be able to take much more of this. As soon as his hands grabbed onto my wet ass, that was all I could take. The pulses released, sending streams of tingles and pleasurable convulsions through my body and down my legs as I spasmed and moaned.

Collapsing into a panting mess, I regained my composure as the blood returned to my head. Ryan went to the bathroom and washed his hands before bringing back some toilet paper and cleaning me off. He may just have proven himself to me. I’d definitely be going back for more of this.

The two of us laid down on my bed, finally embracing in our exhaustion.

Then I thought of an idea. I knew it was a long shot, but I was desperate.

“Are you guys hiring at Club X?”

“That’s a weird thing to ask after that.”

“Maybe. But are you?”

“I don’t know. I’ll ask the boss, if you like.”

“Yeah, I need a job, and my search today didn’t look all that promising.”

I was starting to lose hope that any of the businesses I applied to would ever call me back. Ryan’s boss didn’t call me either, but maybe they were expecting me to go down there. After all, I didn’t think I had even given Ryan my number yet.

Tonight I’d have to go there and check in with Ryan’s boss. It had already been a week since I last saw Jag or Rodney, or any of the Satan’s Saviors, for that matter. I needed to have a job lined up before I got deeper into their club.

BANG BANG BANG BANG!

My ears perked as someone banged hard on the door to my apartment. It was almost like a cop knock. That wouldn’t be good to have to deal with them already. They were always a huge setback, as I never carried any proof of who I really was.

I let out a sigh and walked toward the door. Opening it, I was surprised to find Jag. His right arm was raised above his head, leaning against the door frame. He smiled as he saw me.

“Hey.”

“Hey… what are you doing here?” I asked.

“I’ve come to get you.”

He grabbed onto my hand and led me confidently out of my apartment. I grabbed the door handle behind me and swung the door shut, still surprised to see him. How did he even get up here?

We took the elevator down to the ground floor. I stood on one side and Jag on the other. His eyes never left mine the whole time. I definitely had him where I wanted him.

His bike was parked underneath the veranda over the entrance, right in the middle of the walkway. He tossed me the same helmet as last time and hopped on his bike first. I put it on and joined him on the leather seat, once again wrapping my arms tightly around his chest.

He took me back to the clubhouse, and just as we pulled up, about ten decal-bearing men walked out to greet us. They lined up between the wall and their row of bikes, five on each side of the door. I recognized all of them from the barbeque, but Rodney was the only one I knew the name of. Tadd was not with them.

Jag shut off the engine and removed his helmet. I stepped off the bike and did the same. He stood up and walked toward the entrance. I had no choice now but to follow. All eyes were on me.

Rodney was the first to follow in behind us. I could only assume that the rest came after him.

The inside of their clubhouse was gorgeous. The left wall was covered in framed pictures of various sizes with three round tables below and a couch off to the side. The pictures ranged from mug shots to lone men riding, to group shots. I read the slogan, cut out in metal above them:
to our fallen brothers.

The atmosphere was that of a small town bar. Everything was made of red oak. The lamps hanging down over the pool table were red. There was a bar lined with stools to the right.

“Kim, welcome!” Rodney spoke with authority.

I turned around to see the group of men circling around me. Rodney and Jag stood inside the circle, on opposite ends.

“We have a special surprise for you. But first, you must pass one little test. Do you accept?”

“What’s the test?” I asked cautiously.

“Kim, we need to have your trust. Do you or do you not accept our offer?”

I didn’t really understand what was going on, but it looked like I had little choice in the matter.

“I accept.”

“Good! Jag?” Rodney gracefully pointed through me at Jag before he backed into the circle.

I turned around. Jag was now only a foot away from me, still approaching closer. He wrapped one arm around my back and put the other on my hip as he dipped me, pressing his lips against mine. The scruff of his short beard rubbed against my face as he kissed me.

Hooting and hollering erupted all around us as the kiss seemed to last forever. Rational thought was quickly fading from me and soon I found myself kissing back, grabbing onto his cheeks.

When Jag finally brought me back up, he spun me around and slapped my ass so hard I could feel my pussy getting wet from the excitement.

“Go get your new bike, missy.”

The circle opened up, exposing the open door to me. I looked at a couple of the men who made way before excitedly walking outside.

In the lineup of bikes, the one next to Jag’s was now started. I turned around, still surprised. Jag was right behind me, motioning with his head for me to go to it.

I hopped on and grabbed the helmet from the handlebars. Jag hopped on his bike next to mine and the rest of the men followed suit.

“Let’s take these babies for a spin!”

All of the men started their bikes at the same time, issuing a deafening roar throughout the neighborhood.

Rodney was the first to roll back and pull out. Waiting for a signal from Jag, I soon followed suit. I had no idea what kind of rules these guys used. I felt like a lost puppy.

Jag and I were the last to pull out. They formed a long line of pairs following Rodney who was front and center. Jag occupied the last spot on the right and I followed without a partner. I guessed they still had their rules. It wasn’t going to be quite as easy as I had been hoping to get in.

The thrill was amazing, being a part of such a group. Everyone looked at us as we cruised by like a train. Kids had their hands and noses pressed against their car windows, completely awestruck.