Road Hawks (MC Romance) (2 page)

“Mind, body and soul,” he said in a whisper as he lowered his head to kiss her.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in his longing embrace. He was everything she had expected him to be. Strong and gentle at the same time. She could already feel herself getting wet for him, longing for him to claim her. She gasped suddenly when he picked her up in his arms in one sweep and walked her to the bed.

He laid her down gently and looked at her as he got on the bed with her. He hovered over her before he lowered his head to kiss her neck, making her moan out her pleasure. He pinned her hands to the bed as he ran his tongue up one side of her neck and then gently kissed her chin.

She parted her lips in anticipation of a kiss, but he ignored her and went on to kiss the other side of her neck. He pulled away and looked down at her before he once again began trailing kisses down her chest, getting dangerously close to her nipple.

By this time, she could not pretend to be in control of her body anymore. She was trying hard to get her hands free but he was too strong for her. She was exactly where he wanted her and there was no way he was going to let her go. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard, making her shudder under him.

He released one of her hands to cup a feel of her other breast. Her moans were like a sweet song in his ear, especially when he held her nipple in between his teeth, making her wonder whether he was going to inflict pain or just teasing her. When he finally let her nipple out of his mouth, she moaned softly as he traced his lips across to her other nipple where he sucked at her hard before he moved down to her navel.

When he got to her waist, he used his knees and spread her legs. He raised his head and looked at her face as he tested her wetness with one long finger. He smiled when he saw her biting her lower lip.

He wanted to sink himself into her so much, but given the experience that he had with women, he knew he had to go slow. He moved his finger in and out of her, each stroke making her arch her back in an attempt to get him to go deeper. He smiled and pulled his finger out. She looked at him as he brought the finger to her lips. She took it inside her mouth and sucked on it gently before he pulled it out of her.

“Like the way you taste?” he asked.

“I love the way I taste,” Alexa said, smiling.

Trace looked at her and then pulled her lower on the bed before he buried his head between her legs. She moaned when she felt his lips engulf her already swollen clit, making her squirm on the bed. He sucked gently on her as she moaned and writhed under him. With his hands under her knees, she could not move very much. All she could do was lie there as he sucked at her clit and plunged his tongue deep inside her already wet pussy.

By this time, she could not hold herself back. The more he sucked and lapped at her cunt, the more she felt her orgasm building up inside her. She let out a loud moan as he went on thrusting his tongue into her over and over, until she felt herself exploding wildly into his mouth. She gasped and moaned as she shook under him, her orgasm sweeping over her body.

He pulled away from her and released her knees. There was a smile on his lips as he climbed off the bed and took off his boots. He then unbuckled his belt and took off his pants.

Alexa raised her head and looked at his now naked body. She could not help but feel a thrill when she saw how well hung he was. He got on top of her and kissed her as she felt the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. He was just about to guide it into her when she suddenly wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped him over so that she was on top of him. She looked down at him and smiled.

“Not just yet,” she said as she lowered her head and kissed him. She then pulled away and looked down at him with a sly smile. “My turn,” she purred before she lowered her head to his chest.

She caressed him slowly before she went ahead to trace kisses down his chest, just as he had done to her. She let her hand go lower to his crotch, where her fingertips brushed against his hardness. He brought his hand up and held her head as she kept going, kissing him lower and lower until she got to his cock. She raised her head and swept her hair to one side of her neck, then moved to kiss the tip, making his cock twitch. She smiled and ran her tongue around the sensitive glans, tasting his salty precome, until she heard his soft, low moan. She raised her head and looked at him before she took him inside her mouth, making him moan again.

The way she was sucking him made it clear that this was nothing new to her. Even though he knew that he was quite larger than most, he never once heard her make uncomfortable sounds. He had never had anyone take his cock as deep as she was, and she had amazing gag reflex too. She sucked him long and hard before she finally let him out of her mouth.

At that moment, Trace could envision her face as he stretched her out, as he filled her like no man had ever done. He looked at her as she straddled him and guided his cock to her opening. He held the small of her back as he pressed his cock into her dripping pussy, making her gasp loudly. He looked at her and pushed more of his cock into her, feeling her every fold. He rolled them over again and began moving himself in and out of her as he looked down into her eyes.

He moved in long, slow strokes, getting her pussy used to his length, but then she suddenly wrapped her legs around his waist like she had before, pulling him in deeper. She moaned as she felt him going deeper and harder into her, over and over again. Soon his strokes became long and hard, like a battering ram looking to tear down an iron door. She could hear the soft thuds as he slammed against her. By this time, her moans had been reduced to short breaths being knocked out of her. She felt another orgasm building up inside her, and she knew he could feel it too, because her pussy was at that moment in violent spasms against his invading cock.

“Hold it,” he commanded as he moved in and out of her harder and faster, something she didn’t think was possible at that moment. She shook and trembled under him as he went on fucking her relentlessly, making her body beg for a release that he was denying her.

“Please,” she begged.

“Not yet,” he grunted as he fucked her. Each stroke was harder and deeper than the last, something that was making Alexa doubt her ability to hold back. She did not know what he would do if she just let go. He could have been her very own Christian Grey for all she cared, but at that moment she did not want to find out. She folded her hand for as long as she could before he finally gave her the go-ahead to release. She screamed out loud as she felt her walls quaking in the wake of her orgasm, threatening to force his cock out of her. He did not take long before he felt himself climax, filling her up with his come with every thrust. It was a long minute before he finally let out a cry and collapsed on top of her, panting. Their bodies were damp, entwined in their post-coital passion. She moaned softly as she felt his now limp cock slipping out of her.

“Do you always do that to women you just met?” she asked still panting.

“No, just the ones that really get to me,” Trace said. She  rolled over her side and looked at him.

“And how often does that happen?” she asked.

“Not as often as you think,” he said. She smiled and got off the bed. There was a stickiness in between her legs that she wanted to get rid of. She walked to the bathroom and started the water. She did not notice that he followed close behind her until she turned around. “Not one to cuddle,” he said looking at her.

“Not really,” Alexa said as she stepped under the running water for the second time that evening. He took a step forward and joined her, standing so close that she could feel his semi-hard manhood caressing her wet skin. Once again, he pulled her close by snaking an arm around her and looked into her eyes.

“I thought you had dinner plans,” he said in a low voice. She looked at him through the streams and shrugged.

“I did,” she said, her eyes on his.

He lowered his hands to her waist and then dropped them further down to cup her well-rounded ass. Looking into his eyes, she knew what he wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Holding her steady, he leaned her against the cold shower wall and guided his cock inside her.

She was surprised that he was already hard again, fully engorged and deep inside her once more. She held on for dear life as Trace once again began pummeling her, hard and long strokes, not caring about the imminent danger that was the wet floor underneath him. All that mattered at that moment was what he was feeling: his cock engulfed in one of the tightest, sweetest pussies he had ever had.

Alexa moaned as Trace quickly became like a piston driving towards an unseen force. She tried hard not cry out as he went on ramming his weight against her, making her breasts bounce up and down, until she finally let go as she reached her climax. She held on to him as he pulled himself out of her. She unwrapped her legs and leaned against the wall as she got on her feet. She could see that even he was as spent and drained as she was. He pulled her to him and kissed her lightly before he turned her around, making her lean against his masculine body.

“Come back to Oakland with me,” he said in a low voice.

“And then what? I’ll be your old lady?” she asked smiling.

“Yes, if you want to be,” he said running his hand up and down her belly.

“I have a life too, in Staling,” she said as he caressed her slowly. “I can’t just up and leave whenever I want, you know.” He took her in his arms as she leaned against his shoulder. “I have to go lie down,” she said after some time. He released her and watched her wet body walking back to the room. She took a towel and dried herself off before she walked to where she had dropped her bath robe earlier on. She put it on and then picked up his black leather jacket from the floor. She was surprised when she saw the insignia on the sleeve.

“You are not only a hawk…you’re
the
hawk,” she said as he walked out of the bathroom.

“What do you mean?” Trace asked.

“You’re the president of the Road Hawks,” she said. Trace smiled and walked towards her.

“Would it be so bad if I was?” he asked. She smiled back and shook her head.

“Not at all,” she said as she put the jacket on the bed as a piece of paper under the door caught her eye. She quickly made her way to the door and opened it after she had picked up the piece of paper.

“Why do you ride?” he asked.

“I just like it, that’s all.”

“No club affiliations?” She shook her head and shrugged.

“I just love bikes,” she said as she read the paper.

Alexa,

I came by to drop off the pot roast but it sounded like you were a bit occupied.

Bon apetit.

Rob.

Alexa grinned and picked up the covered plate before she walked back into the room.

“Your dinner plans?” Trace asked, wrapping a towel around his waist. She smiled and nodded as she walked to the table.

“There is more than enough. Would you like some pot roast?” she asked as she uncovered the plate.

“After the last hour, why the hell not?” Trace said, walking towards her. She took a bite and then gave him the fork so he could have one.  “That is really good,” he said.

“Yeah Rob’s wife never disappoints,” Alexa agreed as she took another bite. After the two ate, they retired to bed and he held her close. She hated the way she had come to feel so comfortable around him. That never happened. It was always the other way round, men bending to her will. As she closed her eyes with her head rested on his chest, she was not so sure that she should have made a rest stop.

***

Alexa did not know how long she had been asleep before she woke up. When she raised her head she realized that she was alone in bed and that Trace was gone. She rose from the bed and sat on the edge, and that was when she saw it…a number scribbled on her thigh in what looked like eye pencil. Normally, she would have been furious that a stranger had gone through her backpack, but she found herself smiling. She was still not sure how she felt about Trace. She was not used to having men dictate what she was supposed to do. Trace had told her that women gave themselves to him willingly, and she could only imagine that after they did, they would never comfortably be with any other man.