Royal S.O.B. (A Bad Boy Romance) (30 page)

It was the most thrilling 15 minutes of my
life, clutching onto Blaze's chiseled chest as we raced through the back alleys
of Pleasant Hollow. I'd never ridden on a Harley before, but something told me
it was the *best* way to travel…

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We'd arrived at Blaze's mystery destination.
He parked, then slid off the hog and lifted me from my seat, setting me down
gently. He took me by the hand and we started walking towards what appeared to
be an abandoned warehouse.

I hadn't been to many nightclubs in my day, but I KNEW they didn't
look like this...

We approached the door, and Blaze banged on
it. A man even bigger and burlier than Blaze answered and gave me a hard
once-over.

"This your latest conquest, Blaze?"
grunted the man, who was also donning a leather jacket and gloves.

"Fuck off, Bo," warned Blaze.

He put his arm around my waist and led me
inside.

As soon as we were in, I realized I could
relax a bit. Looking around the large, crowded room, the place didn't appear to
be much different from the bar I worked at. There were tables and chairs
scattered across the area, with the one distinction being a square in the
middle, I assumed for dancing.

Blaze guided me over to one of the tables, a
real cozy spot near the corner. We'd been sitting for all of two seconds when a
slutty, busty, bleached-blonde woman approached us, apparently to take our
order.

"Your usual?" she asked, fast and
to-the-point.

Blaze must be a regular here
, I thought,
studying his face with awe and admiration.

"Yeah, uh-huh," he grunted, bobbing
his head in agreement.

"For the old lady?" she asked,
nodding her head in my direction.

"She'll have the same," affirmed
Blaze, not even giving me the option to respond.

No matter; I kind of LIKED having him take control.

When the drinks arrived, Blaze raised his
glass and said, "To traveling new roads together."

I clinked my glass against his and took a long
sip of what he'd ordered for us.
Whatever
it was, it wasn't going down easy.
I coughed and sputtered as the thick,
clear liquid burned my throat.

"What's a matter, baby. Can't you handle
it?" said Blaze, reaching over to stroke my thigh. All the way up and all
the way down he moved it, a little thrill shooting through me each time his
hand disappeared under the covering of my skirt.

"Of course I can. Just takes some getting
used to is all," I said, nearly out of breath from what he was doing to my
leg.

I gave it a moment's thought, then decided to
go for it.

"Actually, I can handle more than you
think," I purred, directing Blaze's hand further up my leg and onto my
pussy.

"Is that so?" he said knowingly as
he began to work my cunt with his strong, callused hand.

His large palm enveloped my entire snatch;
there wasn't a single part of my pussy left unattended. He was caressing my
vulva in a deep, circular motion, massaging both sets of pussy lips as he
rubbed into me raw. With each clockwise twist, I let out a soft moan, my heart
racing wondering if he was going to make me come. My excitement was shooting
into overdrive;
it wasn't just WHO was
working my pussy, but HOW and WHERE he was doing it!

"You better watch it. I'm sure to scream
if you make me come," I told Blaze, placing my hand on the table and
gripping to steady myself.

Ignoring my concern, Blaze took his other hand
and slid it under my skirt, feeling around for the hot, fleshy mound he'd
already worked into a quivering fit. He took a finger and slid it down the
length of my slit, then plowed into me without warning. Another finger quickly
joined it as he began to ram and slam his way around my box.
I had three fingers on my clit and two in my
pussy, and it felt fucking insane.

I was tensing up and dripping out, and my
ability to breathe easily had reached critical levels.

"Blaze, unless you want the whole bar to
hear me come, you gotta stop. NOW," I insisted, grabbing onto his shirt by
the shoulder.

Blaze covered my mouth with his, drawing me in
for our second hot, hard, passionate kiss. He continued to thrash my pussy as
he danced inside me with his tongue, stopping only when he heard me start to
scream through our kiss.
He'd brought me
right to the edge of orgasm and dangled me over it, but hadn't let me go.

I felt him slide his hands off and out of my
pussy, then watched as he took the fingers that'd been in it and sucked them
clean. It was strangely hot seeing him devour my juices, savoring every drop.

"Time to dance it off, baby," he
told me, leading me by the hand to the clearing in the bar. Gathering me into
his arms, Blaze rocked me gently as a slow country tune began to play.

I tilted my head and gazed up at him, this
sexy specimen who towered over me by at least a foot. I felt overwhelmed by the
size, strength and hardness of his exquisitely sculpted body -- I could feel
the power in his tight embrace. It was a far cry from the awkward fumbling I
could expect whenever I danced with Colby.

Blaze didn't utter a word, and yet I could
tell I was every bit a part of his thoughts, his world. He was swaying me in
almost perfect harmony with the beat.

The longer we danced, the harder he grew down
below. We were dancing so close, his cock was pressing into my pussy. I could
feel it struggling against me to get inside, to ravish me. Even through pants,
I could tell Blaze's member was bigger, longer and harder than I'd ever thought
possible.

"You got a girlfriend, Blaze?" I
found myself asking, lost in the dream that was unfolding all around me.

"I wouldn't call them girlfriends,"
he answered, hands moving to stroke and grab at my ass.

Wait -- girl
friends
? Plural? And what exactly did he call someone he was
seeing, if not his "girlfriend"?

"They're more like... property,"
admitted Blaze.

I stopped dead in my tracks, no longer
allowing myself to be moved by the beat upon hearing this news.

"Not to worry, honey. I take care of my
property," Blaze assured me.

Blaze pulled me back, taking my head and
resting it on his chest. I couldn't help but melt over the surprisingly tender
way he was treating me.

Ohmigosh
, I thought to myself.
This guy really wants me.

ME.

He tilted my chin up and kissed me again, his
tongue entering my mouth more gently this time. His kiss was hot, wet, and
loving. I felt his hand reach for my breast, my nipples instantly hard from his
touch.

"Blaze, no. Not where everyone can see
us," I whispered breathlessly.

"Come on, then. I have someplace else I
want to show you," he said, leading me outside and back onto his hog.

We drove for a little bit, to a part of town I
didn't recognize. We stopped at what appeared to be a rundown motel, one that
had been converted into condos.

"What is this place?" I asked,
hopping off of our ride.

"My apartment, baby, my digs. Be more
comfortable here," he grunted.

"I thought you said you were just passing
through?" I said.

"Sure ask a lotta questions.
Questions can get you into trouble, baby,
"
he growled.

My mind was going a million miles an hour. I'd
never been alone in a guy's place before -- Colby always made sure someone else
was around when we hung out. I felt timid and uneasy; I knew if I walked
through that door, Blaze and I would very likely do more than just
"talk".

"You comin', baby?" asked Blaze, his
voice low and alluring.

This is what's supposed to happen
, I told
myself.

If the guy had a good time, he takes the girl back to his place.

I couldn't ask Blaze to take me home now --
I'd come off sounding like such a child. And who was I kidding... scary as it
was, I didn't
want
him to take me
home. Not after how he'd held me. Not after how we'd kissed.

I bit down on my lower lip and nodded, my hand
melding with Blaze's as we crossed the stretch of asphalt that was between us
and total privacy. We went up some stairs and turned two corners, arriving at a
door labeled "2F".

I watched as Blaze fiddled with the lock using
a small tool from his pocket.
Was he
breaking in?

No, no... he probably just forgot his key
, I assured myself.

Blaze put his shoulder against the door and
gave it a good shove. It busted open in one push, making much more noise than
it would have had it been opened normally. I hesitated for just a moment in the
doorframe before following Blaze inside.

The place was sparsely furnished; it had the
basics of a fleabag motel, and that's it. There was a round table and chair
with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses; a CRT-style TV and a big old bed.

Blaze shrugged off his leather jacket and
threw it onto the back of the chair. He went to pour us both a drink and said,
"How you like my place, baby?
Is it
good enough for you?
"

I quickly nodded a few times and said nothing,
having learned my lesson about speaking up. Blaze was standing to my left,
taking measured sips of his whiskey as I did the same. When I'd finished, he
took my glass and set it back down on the table.

He looked into my eyes and smiled slyly; then,
without uttering a word, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. One of
his big, strong arms was holding onto the back of my thighs, the other was
cupped around my ass.

"Blaze! Wha-- what are you doing?!"
I cried as he effortlessly carried me in the direction of the bed.

Shit. I could see where this was going!

"No! Blaze, no!
Put me down...
I don't want to sleep with--"

"Sure baby," he answered.

"Whatever you say."

He laid me down gently, onto my back and in
the middle of the bed. I tried to get up, but Blaze straddled my hips and
stopped me, holding me down with his powerful chest and arms. I stared up at
him, nervous yet turned on. My heart was pounding, and my head was spinning.

Blaze leaned in to brush his lips over mine.
As they met, he pressed into me deeper, his tongue needy and insistent. I
uttered a small "mmmmm" as he kissed me slowly and deeply; I was
completely at the mercy of his lustful exploration.

No, I shouldn't be enjoying this
, I
thought.

What about Colby -- how would he ever be able to forgive me if he
knew?

I tried once again to push Blaze away, but it
was no use. His size and his strength -- his sheer manliness -- were just too
much for me.
And, secretly, I knew I
didn't WANT him to get off.
Not when he was making me feel so good. Not
when he was making me feel like THIS.

Blaze's hot damp tongue was circling and
swirling and stroking around mine, faster and harder with each sensual pass. I
found my mouth opening wider, accepting it, not only returning his advances,
but actively seeking them out.

Blaze was no longer pinning me down. I reached
up and clasped my hands around the back of his thick, broad neck, pulling him
even tighter.

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned, still kissing
him deeply.

Blaze broke our kiss and smiled down at me,
absolutely melting me with his smoldering eyes. He was gazing steadily at me as
he pulled his black beater over his head, revealing a toned and bulging body.
He kicked off his boots behind him, then went to remove his belt.