Sinner (MC Club Biker Urban Alpha Male Erotic Romance) (5 page)

He reached for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and lit up, even though the sign on our room’s wall clearly prohibited smoking.

“That was amazing,” I whispered, cuddling close to him. I nuzzled my face into the crook of him arm as he took long, slow drags on his cigarette. “You weren’t really going to shoot me?”

“I thought about it,” Dario said casually. I gave him a look of horror and he chuckled softly. “No, no, I wasn’t. I’m kidding. Chill out.”

He handed the cigarette to me and I took a long drag took. It had been years since I’d had a cigarette and I coughed, choking on the hot smoke gagging my throat.

“It’s an acquired taste, sister,” Dario said with a soft laugh.

We kissed again and he let the smoke from his mouth drift into mine.

It was then that we heard something outside. Dario’s left eyebrow drifted up and we both looked at the door. We heard voices outside.

“It’s probably nothing,” Dario muttered. “But still…” He clicked the lights off and the motel room was plunged into darkness.

Then, we heard someone tinkering with the door.

“Shit,” grunted Dario. “The gun. Where did you put the gun?”

“Fuck, I don’t remember…” I whispered back, panicking. “On the floor somewhere. I don’t remember.”

“We gotta’ find it.”

I rolled off the bed and started looking around frantically in the dark, my fingers scraping through the cheap carpet as I hunted for the pistol.

Suddenly, the door burst open. There was a second of stillness as the light from the parking lot outside spilled into the room. Dario immediately rolled off the bed, landing beside me.

And it was good that he did, because moments later, gunfire filled the room.

“Shit!” Dario yelled. “Marina, the gun!”

Finally, I found it. My fingers closed around the hard metal stock. I picked it up, savoring its weight in my hand. It somehow felt… Natural. Without thinking, I leveled the barrel of the gun directly at the door to the motel.

There was a pause in the gunfire—the intruders must have stopped to reload. I unleashed hell, squeezing the trigger over and over again, not really aiming at anything but just trying to spray as much gunfire at our attackers as possible. I squeezed my eyes shut, said a silent prayer, and the gun jerked in my hands.

When I opened my eyes, our attackers lay in a bloody heap in the doorway. Dario clicked on the lights once more and a grisly scene greeted our eyes. I let out a strangled cry and looked away.

“That was some good shooting, sister,” Dario muttered, leaping over the bed and grabbing his pants. They were on in a second and before he even bothered to tighten his belt, he was combing through the bodies, picking guns, knives, and ammo off the corpses. “I knew I liked you.”

“I… I just killed someone.”

“Three someones, actually. Including the assholes who shot me last week so, thanks for that.”

My trembling hands dropped the gun. Dario came over, picked it up, and stuck it back in my hands.

“Get dressed,” he ordered. “We have to be gone about thirty seconds ago, sister. They’ll have called the cops by now and we have to be on the road.”

I nodded, totally numb. I pulled on my clothes, stored the gun in my day bag, and pulled my shoes on while Dario dug through a bag brought by the other bikers.

“Here we go,” he mumbled. “This is what I’m talking about.”

It was a can of red spray paint. He stood on the bed and sprayed the words “THE DAMNED” on the wall of our room.

“So they know who did it. The Damned will rise again, starting here, starting now,” he declared. Shivers went down my spine. Even though Dario’s pants were still unbuckled, he looked like a real leader in that moment, as though he were a general addressing his troops.

We high-tailed it out of the motel and into the parking lot. The three bikes that had belonged to the dead men sat, still warm, parked next to Dario’s.

“I wish we could steal one of these for you,” he said, tossing me my helmet. “But you’ll have to learn to ride first before you can steal a bike.”

“Learn to ride?” I asked, my eyes wide. Dario laughed.

“Yeah, of course. You’re one of us now. You’re not a liability anymore because you killed the only suckers who saw us together. You’re stone cold, sister, and they’re going to want you in the club.”

My chest seemed to fill with delight. I had butterflies in my stomach. This felt so right. This felt like a place I could belong. A place with Dario. A place where we could be free together.

“That’s right, honey,” Dario said, climbing atop his bike and revving it to life. He looked back at me, a grin peaking out from under his helmet. “Whether you like it or not, you’re one of the Damned now.”

With that, I climbed onto his bike with him. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, my hands right where he had been wounded not too long ago. With sirens in the distance, we took off, charging down the street and onto the highway, into our shared future.

On the Run

Another dingy, broken down motel in the outskirts of the city. Dario cracked the door open and led me in, his fingers all but trembling with desire. He wanted me. I could tell from the feel of his skin on mine…

How far had I fallen? Oh, god, how far…

I felt like one of Lucifer’s angels, fallen and cast out of heaven for sinning. What was that old line in Milton? Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven? Paradise lost but a paradise found in Dario’s muscular arms…

He slammed the door closed. Spun and drew me into his arms.

“I want you right now…” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. I blushed.

“Then you can have me,” I whispered, teasingly, coquettishly.

I wore a leather jacket now, the kind that Dario and his gang wore. Beneath that, a simple tight white t-shirt, no bra—my nipples stood out proudly as he tore it off, leaving me wearing just the jacket and nothing else. He gripped my pretty tits hard, touching them like no man had for years, fondling them roughly.

I loved this rough man-handling. Maybe it was something I would have grown out of, had I not spent so many of my youthful years in a convent, but now, it was delicious. It made me feel so wanted, so desired… I felt like a teenager all over again, his hands pawing at my flesh, twisting and teasing and tugging, delighting in the feel of my skin on his hands.

I sighed and whimpered, giving him my breasts, feeling like a sacrifice laid out before a pagan god, my pink little nipples ready to be defiled before the barbaric idol.

“On your knees,” he ordered. I obeyed without even batting an eye. I was excited to see what he had in store for me…

And I knew it was in his pants.

The Pagan Altar

I unbuckled his jeans with desperate, trembling fingers.

Even though it had only been a few hours since I had had him in my mouth, I ached to taste his cock once more. I could feel his hardness, his throbbing manhood, pressing out of his pants.

“I want you…” I murmured huskily, echoing his announcement from before.

“Then you can have me…” he replied teasingly. He ran his hand through my hair as I all but tore his thick cock out of his pants. It stood proudly, like a soldier saluting a general before marching courageously out onto the field of battle. I was knelt before him, inhaling his musky scent and letting my warm breath wash over his cock. He sighed, groaning and grunting in delight.

He gripped my hair hard and I gasped as he guided me onto his cock. He was going to use my mouth like his toy, fucking it, sliding it slowly along his cock, grunting as he used me. I loved this. I loved the feeling of being used, of being reduced to nothing but an object… Maybe it was before I had never felt it before, or maybe it was because there was a unique and profound pleasure in submitting to a powerful man, to an alpha male, feeling him dominate you and use you for his pleasure and in return, knowing he would take care of you… It was perverse but I could not deny that I felt it and that I felt it hard.

Dario drove his cock deeper and deeper down my throat, till it hit the back, before shifting and guiding it further.

My eyes widened as I struggled to deep throat him, and I found myself starting to gag… All the more so as he, while gripping my hair so tight and hard that I thought it might tear our, began to force my head back and forth along his cock, slurping and slobbering hungrily as I went. I felt so humiliated and dominated; it was delicious.

I teased and played with his balls as best I could while he reamed my throat, teasing them and massaging them as I gagged and gasped.

“That’s it, darling,” he growled, his desire and lust dripping from his words. “Suck my cock. Suck it hard. I’m training you to be my good little cocksucker.”

The filthy words sent a thrill down my spine. I never would have heard such filthy, such naughty words in my old life and in spite of myself, like a prudish Victorian, I found myself shivering and shuddering in delight at hearing them all over again. I moaned onto his cock, swirling my tongue obediently around the tip as it slipped out of my mouth before grunting onto it as he pounded it back down my throat.

I all but lost sense of time as space as he fucked my throat, destroying me and making me sore and achy. Finally, he groaned triumphantly and thrust his cock down more down my throat, his huge rod embedded deep in my mouth while his wiry pubic hair tickled my nose.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, that’s good!” Dario groaned as his cum poured out of his cock, stream after long stream of thick, delicious, salty cum. This was my new creed, I decided: making love to Dario, glorying in his body, feeling his pleasure wash over me and savoring his body’s reactions.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a pop and before he could say anything, I tackled him, knocking him down onto the bed.

I stripped off my worn jeans as fast as I could, kissing him and slobbering his own cum all over his lips, letting him grip at my cum-dribbled tits as I stripped. Now, I pressed my crotch against his face. Two could play at this game.

“Eat it,” I ordered. And, oh god, he obeyed. My pussy was sopping wet, as you might have imagined, and I felt his hot tongue wash over it, sliding over my slit. But then, he did a completely terrible thing: he stopped. Instead, he began to slurp and lick and tease my inner thighs and the creases between my thigh and my cunt.

“Oh, god…” I murmured in delight, whimpering and shuddering. The skin was so sensitive, so hot and needy, but at the same time, because he had just shown me what laid in store for my aroused and wet pussy, the anticipation could only build. I had always thought that anticipation, no matter how incredible the sensation, the actual sensation—the anticipation would always be better, more powerful, more arousing, and it was proportional to the actual sensation.

So, to know what his tongue could do to my pussy… That made the anticipation of it later on all the more powerful. I could barely stand it and I felt tears coming to my eyes as my thighs and ass shuddering, trying as hard as I could to grind my wet, sopping cunt into his face, trying to force him to lick me, even though that was the last thing I wanted in the end, because the anticipation would then disappear…

Before I knew it, I was cumming. This orgasm was not as powerful as other ones Dario had given me but I knew more were in store. It washed over me and lit my cells on fire and only made my wet little pussy all the more swollen and sloppy.

“Oh, fuck me…” I moaned, gripping my tits, feeling the sore areas where Dario had groped and brutalized them. Finally, his tongue lit upon my slit again, washing up and down, up and down, sliding over my twat like a windshield wiper, slurping up my sour juices eagerly and greedily, before his lips fastened themselves around my clit and then… Oh god…

“Fuck…” I all but screamed, throwing my head back and thrashing as he alternated between suckling on my little clitty and lashing it with his tongue with steady up and down strokes and even—and it was this that finally, finally managed to push me over that steep edge of pleasure—biting it, sinking the sharp edge of his canines into my swollen little node of pleasure.

“Fuck!” I screamed, screamed for real now, crashing into orgasm as I rolled off him, my legs unable to maintain my balance as I came. I shook and convulsed, moaning and gripping the bed, gripping Dario, gripping anything I could get my desperate fingers on as I traversed the dangerous and stormy road of climax.

In the meanwhile, Dario pounced on me. My pussy was gaping and wet, so ready for him to slam his hard length into me… And it was not disappointed. I gasped as he forced himself inside of me, up to the hilt with one powerful stroke.

“Dario! Dario!” I groaned, thrusting my hips forward and driving my clit harder and harder into his torso, groaning and moaning, squealing with delight as Dario held me tight, his cock pistoning in and out of my hungry pussy.

“Harder! Harder! Faster!” I moaned pathetically, all but drooling and crying as he fucked my sensitive, still almost-orgasming hole. I felt his lips wash over mine, and we kissed hard, my hips rocking into his as our bodies united, as he took me hard, reaming my pussy.

“Fuck… Fuck… I’m getting close…” Dario moaned, gripping me hard by the hair and then by my ass, all as I squealed.

“Cum with me,” I whimpered. “I love you. Cum with me.”

Dario looked me in the eye, grunting and growling amidst our passion.

“I love you too.”

We shared one last hot, soul-searing kiss as I felt my body start to cum. I screamed into the kiss, shuddering and thrashing beneath Dario as my third orgasm in less than an hour washed over me, lighting every single cell of my body on fire. I couldn’t stand it. I dug my finger nails into fingers shoulders, into his ass, gripping his shapely cheeks, pulling him deeper into me as my pussy spasmed around his thrusting, pistoning rod. God, but it was good. I wanted more and more and I wanted to feel him cumming…

“Oh, fuck…” he moaned, his cock spasming inside of me. I felt it, finally: he cock pumping, the streams of cum spilling out of the tip of his throbbing, swollen tool and filling me up. I moaned, holding him close and spreading my legs, wrapping them tight around his waist as his seed filled me, pouring deep into my womb. Again, as before, I fantasized about what might happen from this union… Would it result in a baby? It was too terrifying to imagine, and yet I couldn’t help but think about it, a deep pit growing in my stomach which was equal parts excitement, happiness, and trepidation…

Finally, Dario finished up. With a loud, satisfied sigh and pop, he slid his thickness out of me. I felt his seed dribbling out of my hole, dribbling down my trembling thighs. God, but it was good.

“That was…” I began, in between desperate pants and gasps for air.

“Amazing,” Dario finished for me.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” I asked, still somehow a little embarrassed, a little self-conscious about myself, about my sexuality. Next to Dario, next to this virile biker, it must have seemed all the more modest and… cute, maybe?

“Who cares?” Dario said with a shrug. “Damned if I do.”

“You don’t really care much what anything thinks of you, do you?” I said, a hint of teasing in my voice. I grinned as he glanced back at me, his chest heaving along with my own heaving breasts.

“Sure I do. There’s one person whose opinion I value.”

“Who’s that?” I asked, fully expecting someone in his gang or maybe a childhood mentor.

“You, silly.”

I blushed and pulled him close for one last kiss.