Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1) (8 page)

It was good she spoke up, that told him she was willing to ask for what she needed. Communication always made fucking more satisfying and just easier all around, so her asking for this boded well for him.

She nodded and he moved, easing a knee to the mattress, shifting to a hip and gliding past her to put his back to the rear wall. Head in his hand, elbow propping him up, he grinned up at her. Where she sat, shoulders leaning against the sidewall, her ass was about where the pillows would go if they weren’t scrunched up into the corner. He wasn’t surprised by the restless movement he’d heard even before knocking on the door, she hadn’t been sleeping. There was a book tucked under the edge of the pillows, face down, uncaring if she broke the spine.

He glanced around. There were a dozen well-worn books on one of the shelves over the top of the bunk, held in place by two fabric-covered elastic straps. From where he was, he could read the titles on some of them.
Jesus, fuck
, he thought, trying hard not to laugh aloud. Motorcycle club books. Every one of them. He’d stumbled on a closet club fanatic. Probably religiously watched that fuckin’ show on TV, even now that it was over with. Hell, she probably watched the reruns, too. Got her ideas from a Hollywood version of the life, probably didn’t know a single founder’s name of the club that “advised” on the show, but she could tell you the statistics for the actors portraying bikers.

From the looks of the models on some of the book covers, she wasn’t above smut for her bedtime reading, so hopefully she wouldn’t be opposed to acting out some of her favorite scenes. Mentally he compared himself to the clean-shaven, mural-inked, and gym rat-fit bodies on display and had to fight laughter again. Full beard, mostly black tattoos with a little color when the ink called for it, a leanish frame with a hint of body fat to attest to his love of food and booze—about the only thing he had in common with the guys on those covers was he wasn’t wearing his cut right now, either. That was in Fred’s truck, wherever the fuck that was, stored so he wouldn’t have to deal with shit solo. Not that he was afraid of an ass beating if it came down to that, but this wasn’t his town, so protocol demanded he respect the dominant club in the area.

He patted the mattress next to her hip, smiling up at her, tugging a pillow over. “Come down here next to me, sweetness.” Reaching out, he stroked up her thigh, traveling from knee to near the “Y” that housed one of his favorite meals in the world. Sweet, clean, tasty pussy.
Been a long time. Too long.

The muscles of her leg flexed under his palm as she scooted down, responding to his suggestion without argument.
Compliant
, he mused
, not a bad thing, as long as she’s got the fire that hair promises, too
. A light auburn, with blonde undertones, he hoped it hinted at wild. “That’s it,” he encouraged her as she inchwormed her way to prone. “Come on down,” he called in a singsong. Turning to a hip, she faced him, propping her head like his.

“This is the kissing part,” he said, cupping a palm behind her head and tugging gently. She resisted for a moment, then her stiffness wilted and when she leaned in he got his first inkling of what was in store for him. Winter fresh, minty with the flavor of the gum she’d evidently been chewing, he breathed in her scent, lips working across hers. Nipping and plucking at her bottom lip, he gained the advantage when she gasped in a breath. Tracing across her lips, he dipped inside until the tip of her tongue touched his and he tasted her.
Addicting
. Head angling, he opened his mouth wider, forcing hers to reciprocate, giving him better access. He took that. Hell, he’d take every inch she gave him, every boon possible if it meant he got to taste her again. And again.
All night
, he reminded himself, loosening a grip that had tightened, fingers winding into her hair to hold her in place.

“I’m liking this kissing thing,” she whispered; telling him something he already knew, thumb to the tale-tell pulse beating like a tom-tom in her neck. “But, what do I call you,” she asked when his lips moved so he could kiss along her jaw, finding her skin just as delicious as her lips. “What’s your name?”

“Bell,” he said, thoughtless of lies. All attention was taken up by discovering each inch of skin covering her neck and shoulders, his nose pushing aside the collar of her shirt to gain access to the flesh underneath. “Call me anything, baby,” he muttered, using his grip on her neck and jaw to angle her head away, staring at the beauty in his hands for a moment. Giving and easy, she molded to his demands, arching her neck to create lines of magnificence like nothing he’d ever seen before. Pixie-featured, the sharp edge of her jaw exposed a vulnerability he hadn’t expected.

“Bell?” This question came with a giggle and he listened closely, liking this as much as he’d liked the tone earlier when she’d only been amused. “Like Tinker Bell? Is that like a…stage name?”

He froze, remembering she believed him a truck stop whore, someone who fucked men for money. Playing bear or cub based on the client’s need. Someone who found the novelty of a chick behind the wheel worth what amounted to a freebie in trade. Forcing himself to movement, he resumed kissing and caressing her, trailing his fingers down her throat to her chest, dragging the fabric of her tee against her skin as he moved. “Just Bell,” he said, mouth moving along her neck. “My last name,” he told her honestly, something few people knew. “What do you want me to call you?”

“Penny,” she said, breathless as he cupped a breast, fingertips working along the edges of her bra before abandoning it to move farther south. She scooted towards him, slipping halfway to her back, trailing her fingers up his belly to the curve of his hip. Leather tail of his belt in hand, she worked at the buckle for a minute, chin lifting to press her lips to his when he paused to concentrate on the soft, delicate brushes of her hand against his rock hard cock.

“Penny.” He tried out the name, liking how it fit in his mouth. Locating the hem of her shirt and pulling it up, he watched as she arched her back, titties begging for his mouth. Finding a pleasant surprise underneath, he brought the fabric over her head and tossed it to the carpeting. “Mmmm, my shiny Penny.” Fingers dipping into the cups of her bra, he pulled them down, framing her freckle-dusted breasts beautifully with the dark copper-colored material.

Lips and fingers paid homage, tracing and teasing as he focused on her responses, finding her surprise at the pleasure gratifying.
Yeah, she’s been pegging two-pump chumps.
His lips curved into a smile as he fed her titty into his mouth, feasting on her. Lace and pebbled nipples giving beautifully different textures to play with, he moved from soft skin to tight tip and back again, switching sides in order to leave no inch neglected.

Curled up against him as she was, he experienced every breath, every quiver, the sounds torn from her throat surrounding him. Back arched, she wordlessly offered herself and he took…everything. Tangling his leg with hers, he pinned her to the mattress, rocking his cock against her hip. Her hands had stilled, but his belt dangled free from her forgotten attempts at undressing him. Sweeping one hand up her side, he plumped and cupped the breast not currently in his mouth, drawing her deep when her fingers tentatively ran through his hair.

Cautious of her fair skin, he tried not to rub his beard against her too roughly, but found the scent and taste of her alluring and couldn’t stop himself from nuzzling softly. “Oh,” she cried and he pulled back, unsure of her reaction, but knew what she wanted when her fingers tightened in his hair. Letting her direct his mouth back to her titties, he nuzzled again, scraping his chin across her nipple, indulging her with a brief tease from his rough beard. Soothing the smooth skin with his tongue, he repeated the motion, reading into her stillness that she wasn’t just enjoying this, but that it was new and novel to her.
Bearded for her pleasure. Something to experience fully.
He hoped she’d be interested, his mouth watering at the thought.

Shifting down in the bunk, he snuggled his cheek against her stomach, eying his next destination.
Button fly jeans, no belt, no shoes. Got this one handled.
He grinned. Hand behind her knee, he gave a squeeze and tugged the leg farthest away from him out and up, spreading her thighs slightly. He didn’t intend to go fast, no need to strip her yet. Time to play, see how hot and bothered he could make her. Fingertips only, he made small circles on the back of her calf, not moving up or down, just touching, spiraling slowly, creating a sensory feedback for her. At the same time, he nuzzled into her bare belly, gently rubbing against her as he laid a line of open-mouthed kisses along the edge of her bra. Lifting his mouth, he broke away before calling her name softly, “Penny, can you do me a favor?”

“Mmmm?” A humming question her only response. He nuzzled her again, tickling along her ribcage to a chorus of sighs before lifting his head and sucking a breast into his mouth. Flattening his palm on her leg, he squeezed and massaged her calf, anchoring her in two places. Lifting up, he blew a fast stream of air across her wet nipple, watching the entirety of her breast break out in goose bumps.

“Penny?” Just her name this time, repeated a little louder. “Penny?”

“Mmmm? Yeah, Bell?” At least he got his name from her this time, she might be listening after all.

“Can you take the tie out of my hair?” Dipping his mouth to her, he rolled her nipple between his lips, tonguing it against the roof of his mouth. His stiffened fingers scraped blunt nails up the back of her calf, skimming the fabric and she jerked, pulling away, spreading herself wider for him. “Baby? Can you do that for me?”

She wiggled, pulling the arm trapped underneath him out, making him lift up to assist. Both hands on his head now, he felt gentle tugs as her careful fingers worked the leather cuff free. He saw the system of eyelets and hooks arc past, falling to the floor. Reflexively, showing she either had long hair not long ago or knew someone intimately who wore their hair long, she thrust her fingers into the locks falling around his face, massaging and scratching lightly at his scalp until he groaned.

He nuzzled into her appreciatively then set about doing what he intended when he asked her the favor. Fingertips to her leg, drawing small circles again while he indulged both breasts with kisses, licks, and tiny nips, then moved his mouth back to her belly, dragging his hair across her titties. Trailing his hair back and forth, he moved his mouth from side to side, tonguing and mouthing her skin as he scooted down further in the bunk.

Nails dragging, hand sliding, he fondled his way up her leg, exploring new territory there, too. Each inch pulled a different noise from her and he worked to separate the actions that carried the most response, repeating those, pushing the sensation for her. Above her knee was a soft gasp, tender and sweet to hear. Halfway up her thigh earned him a shuddering rush of air, deeper and more than a gasp, but just as soft. Fingertip tracing the seam of her jeans, thumb rubbing firmly at the muscles underneath gave him an idea to set aside for now, but he promised himself he would circle back to it.
Oh, yeah, this is fun
.

Determined to meet in the middle, he shifted on the mattress again, bringing his mouth that much closer to the prize. Bellybutton next, tempting tiny divot in the center of so much quivering flesh called for a dip and a nip, beard dragging back and forth as he traced the circumference with the tip of his nose. Her belly was jerking with each breath, hipbones holding her jeans up, a dark inviting separation between fabric and skin that grew and shrank with each gasp.

Mouth to that strip of skin, tongue trailing and dipping underneath, teeth to the button fly flap. Pulling and tugging, growling playfully, he brought her laughter to the surface again. That same refreshing rise and fall of sweetness filling the cab for a moment before cutting off abruptly when the button slipped through the hole. Palm to her other thigh, he pushed high and rubbed, the side of his hand at the edge of gloryland, heat from her pussy radiating out from her.
Gonna be so fuckin’ hot and tight
. Relishing the idea, he moved his body over her leg, hemming her in and settling between her knees, elbows to the bed.

Hands on both her thighs now, he toyed and fondled, covering her still-clothed mound with his mouth, giving her the heat of his outgoing breath until she squirmed. He rewarded himself with a sipping inhalation that carried the scent of her arousal.
Fuck, yeah
. So rich and thick he could already taste her, already imagine how the folds of flesh would feel under his tongue. Tipping his head, he ensured his hair covered her belly, hiding his face as he rocked back and forth.

Mouth working her jeans, teeth biting at the seams where they joined together to cover her intimate areas, hands moving and gripping, pulling and lifting, hair teasingly light across her belly—it wasn’t long before her vocalizations were louder. Not yet loud, but, at least more than a barely-there inrush of air. Her “oooooh,” and “mmmhm,” and a shaky “aaaahh” were music to his ears and he again worked to push her up the slope. Easing a hand underneath her body, he threaded his way across her ass and up to the bare skin of her back. Hot and smooth. Silk under his touch.

Splaying his fingers wide, he pressed firmly, letting her feel the power and strength of his hold. At the same time, he trailed delicate fingertips up her side, across the fabric that still framed and accentuated her breasts, finding and teasing the hardened nipple. The hand underneath pressing, lifting, reminding her she had a man in her bed, the other hand carefully plucking at sensitive flesh, skillfully pleasing. Leaning forward, he opened wide, taking as much of her into his mouth as he could, rigid tongue pressing against that hot pussy just out of reach, lips locking so he could suck and bite through the fabric. His efforts were proven worth it when she stiffened and shuddered, the low moan flooding the air around him just as bewitching as her laughter. “Bell!”
Fuck, yeah, I gave that to you, baby
.