Smoked Out (Devil Dogs MC) (3 page)

“It’s well-done. Is my hand cold?” She heard him step back.

“Uh-uh,” she said. She pulled her skirt back up and turned to look at him, blushing a little.

“How about the other one?” He asked.

She smiled, recovering herself a little. “No way.”

“You tease, come on. All right, look, I’ll show you one that I haven’t shown very many people at all.”

He pulled his shirt off, grinning like crazy.

“Where is it?” she said.

He shook his head. “I don’t have one. I was bluffing, so you’d show me yours.” He laughed and she did too, shaking her head. “But I did always want to get two ‘M’s’ here.” He pointed to his belly button. One on either side, so when I look down, it says,
WOW
.”

For a moment, she froze. “I can’t see it,” she said. She lowered herself to her knees and touched the skin with her fingertips. He shuddered but didn’t make a sound. She traced around his belly button, spelling out an “
M
” on either side. Then, she ran her finger across his skin for a couple more inches, downward.

She sat there—on her knees—sensing him almost tremble with desire. The power felt amazing. She rose back to her feet and didn’t look up until she’d reached back down for her beer and took a swig. When she met his eyes, he was grinning at her.

“How about yours?” he asked.

She nodded and set her now-empty beer back down. When she rose back to her full height, she looked into his eyes and stepped to him. He opened his mouth, and his tongue began to explore her mouth as soon as their bodies met.

She pushed him back against the wall. He put his arms around her, reached down and grasped her behind and pulled her into him, so they were even closer. She felt a bulge growing in his crotch and pushed against him, slamming him against the side of the building. She shifted position and kissed him again, her tongue now entering his mouth and wrestling with his. She pulled away, and he grabbed for her as she stepped back.

He was breathing heavily, and she could feel herself panting. She wanted to look around and see if anyone was watching. As if sensing it, he shook his head. “Don’t look. Just look at me. Nothing else exists but me and you.”

They locked eyes, and then she ran her finger down the center of his chest. His hair was thin and soft, a lighter blonde than on his head. She traced a line down to his belly button. He brought her finger to his lips and kissed it. She pulled it away.

She pulled her blouse off over her head and dropped it to the ground beside her. He jerked forward, but she held up one finger. She bit her lip and started to sway to the music they could just make out from inside. It was some kind of blues song she couldn’t name. He moved with her. She slid her skirt down and stepped out of it, leaving her flats on. She writhed and reached to take her bra off.

“I have a secret,” she said.

“Oh yeah?” His voice was full of lust.

She nodded and undid her bra but held it on to cover her. “The first time I met you, I thought you were hot. You walked into my office, and I thought, ‘Damn.’”

He didn’t smile this time. “That doesn’t sound very professional, Ms. Public Defender.”

She splayed the straps of her bra open, still holding it to cover herself. He started to move forward, but she waggled her finger at him to stop. He settled back against the wall to watch.

She motioned to his crotch, and he undid his belt and dropped his jeans, stepping clean out of them. He wore red boxer shorts with anchors on them, making her giggle a little. He met her eyes, and she dropped the bra and stepped to him.

He twirled her around so that her back was against the wall and pressed into her with his mouth and his groin. She pressed back and reached to find his manhood, which was peeking out of the hole in the front of his boxers. She ran her finger along the top of the shaft, as he poked his tongue into her mouth.

His fingers caressed her stomach, down to her panties, and slipped inside. She moaned as his fingertips traced the outside of her lips. His cock was stiffening in her hand, and she squeezed it, causing him to moan. He moved from kissing her mouth to kissing down her neck. She put her arms around his neck and pushed her breasts against him.

Even though she was overcome with desire, there was still a nagging voice in the back of her head telling her this was a mistake. She knew that if she were seen with him, it could damage her career. However, as Rich worked his tongue down her stomach and slid her panties aside to explore the dampness between her legs, she forgot every worry. He was gentle, teasing and playing with her. He licked and explored down her left thigh and up the other, back to her vaginal lips—until she began to moan. He spread her lips and kissed them, working his way along her inner labia, licking and kissing.

A wave of pleasure washed over her, and she opened her eyes at its crest to see an older woman in the parking lot, watching them. Angie couldn’t bring her thoughts together enough to even wonder if the woman was entering or leaving the bar, but she turned away and disappeared among the cars in the lot.  Rich sucked lightly and another wave of pleasure rose in Angie. She closed her eyes again and forgot there was anything else in the world, except her and Rich.

He spent some time exploring and teasing her before moving to the clitoris. He began by spreading her lips with his fingers and gently sucking on the button until it was swollen. She pressed his face into her, and he nibbled gently. When this elicited a moan, he nibbled more and worked the swollen spot with his tongue for what felt like hours.

She put her hands on his face and tilted it up, and he rose and stepped out of his boxers.

“I’m so wet,” she said.

Angie wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he thrust his member into her with a grunt. He held her, balanced on his cock, as they both moaned in unison. She squeezed him with her legs and pulled him closer, her head on his shoulder and eyes closed, smelling his scent. He braced her against the wall with his hands on her hips and pushed into her. She leaned her head back against the wall, and he pushed again. Angie wiggled on his penis, causing Rich to twitch.

He used both hands on her hips to pull her down on his cock, thrusting even deeper. She met his eyes and pulled him into a deep kiss, her tongue thrusting violently into his mouth, as he thrust into her—again and again. She broke the kiss with a gasp and held on to him.

He moved her hips steadily, working his cock into her, deeper and deeper. She moaned and threw her head back, and he pushed faster into her, his cock hot, hard, and full of seed. She shuddered and opened her mouth but only a muffled cry came out, as he pounded faster and faster, deeper and deeper. She went rigid and climaxed—almost by surprise. Still, as she was panting and shuddering, he continued thrusting until she went limp and lay on his shoulders. Then, he slowed and swiveled his hips to shift himself inside her, causing her to twitch with a laugh. 

“Did you come?” she asked.

“Not yet.”

“Do you want to come in my mouth?”

He grinned in response. She lowered her legs to the ground and nearly fell over.

“Shaky,” she said. He helped her stand, and she lowered herself to her knees. She was tempted to look around again—to see if maybe the old woman was back—but, she was having too much fun. For the first time in a long time, she really didn’t care what anyone thought about her.

Rich’s cock was rock hard and nearly purple. She took the shaft in her hands and squeezed it, making him grunt. She moved her hand over the head and leaned in and sucked the tip into her mouth, causing him to gasp. She sucked hard and then licked her tongue all over the head. He moaned, and she drew back and kissed the tip and moved her lips down the shaft to suck on the side of his cock all the way to the base. While she did this, she held his balls and squeezed them lightly.

She wasn’t hearing enough from him, she thought, so she took the tip of his penis back in her mouth and sucked while squeezing his balls until he grunted. She took as much of his penis as she could into her mouth, rubbing the head with her tongue. His breath quickened, and his hips thrust into her. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of his cock and pulled back so she could suck it properly, keeping the head and the end of the shaft in her mouth and sucking, as she moved her head back and forth to work the tip against her tongue. With her other hand, she kept his balls cupped and squeezed them gently while still bobbing her head.

He thrust to match her movements, but she put a hand on his hips to steady him and did all the work herself. Holding the shaft of his cock with one hand, she sucked the end deeply. He grunted again, and she held the tip in her mouth, sucking hard, as his breathing got heavy. She moved her head back and forth, working his cock against her tongue and then sucked hard. He put a hand on her head, and she braced herself.

“Fuck,” he said in a long breath.

His body stiffened and a hot load of semen coated the back of her throat. She sucked all of it out of his dick, tugging on his shaft to milk it for more. He twitched, and she swallowed but kept the head of his penis in her mouth. She looked up at him, and he looked ruffled for the first time. His hair was messed up, and he was panting. She moved her tongue over the tip of his cock while it was still in her mouth, and he twitched. She waggled her tongue, moving her mouth around the head, and his knees shook. It made her smile.

He put a hand on her shoulder. “Jesus,” he said.

She took his penis out of her mouth and continued to stroke it with her hands.

“You’re still hard,” she said.

“You’re fucking sexy as shit,” he said. She grinned and kissed his dick.

She lay back on the ground.

“Hold on.” He grabbed his leather jacket and slipped it under her. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and pulled him down. He settled on his knees in front of her, and she reached between her legs and grasped his manhood. She jerked her hand along his cock several times to keep him hard and guided him forward.

“I’m ready,” Rich said.

“I know.” Angie grinned and pulled his manhood to her. She rubbed the head against her vulva lips until he was rock hard. He pushed into her, and she pulled him deeper. She wrapped her arms around him, and he leaned down to kiss her—while they rocked together. His body was warm on top of her, and when they finished kissing, she buried her face in his neck. She pushed against him as he thrust, and they settled into a rhythm. It was different from before, though, less frantic. Before, she’d been desperate for release; but, now, she was able to lay back and enjoy the experience.

He sat up so he could look at her face and smile, and she would’ve blushed if she wasn’t already flushed. He kissed her neck and nibbled at the base of her throat and then skipped down to kiss her nipples. She lay back and moved her hips to match his. She felt his manhood move in her and swiveled her hips. His breathing was getting faster, and she felt waves of pleasure wash over her. Sweat beaded on his face. She raked her fingernails across his back, and he pushed harder, arching her back with pleasure. Her hands were on his hips, pulling her into him. The waves of pleasure crested, and she pushed against him and moaned.

“You ready?” he asked.

However, she couldn’t speak. Her back was arched to the point she thought it might break but didn’t care. He slammed into her, and she groaned in pleasure and finally managed to say, “Yes!”

The orgasm ripped into her, and she barely registered when his load shot into him. He grunted and kept humping while she writhed under him.

“God,” she said. He moved against her, and she jerked a few more times, but as he slowed and stopped, she came to rest, too.

It took a moment before she opened her eyes and saw him, panting, on his knees. He grinned, and she started to laugh.

“That was good,” she said and patted him on the arm, the closest part she could reach.

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