Wild Nights (Hell's Highway MC) (17 page)

“I want you so bad,” Jake heaved.

“Me too,” I sighed back. “I just want you inside me.”

“They’re going to be here soon,” he said as he killed the mood. “We should stop. This isn’t protocol.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I’m the one who brings you into the initiation, we aren’t supposed to do anything until the initiation period is over.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I yelled. “So we can’t do anything for a year? You didn’t tell me that. That makes no sense!”

“I know from the outside it seems insane, but they have their reasons. We have to follow the rules if we want to be together,” Jake said. He took one strong hand and brushed a tendril of hair out of my eyes. He was so hard and strong yet so soft and tender at the same time. Jake was a true anomaly.

“I just want to be with you, Jake,” I sighed. “Just promise me you’ll still be waiting for me in a year. That you won’t have moved onto someone else.”

“I’ll be counting down the days,” he said as he looked me in the eyes. “I promise.”

“Are you going to be in here when the guys come in?” I asked.

Jake looked conflicted. “I want to be here for you, Leah, but I don’t think I can watch all those other guys having their way with you.”

“So I’ll be by myself,” I said as my lips trembled. He sure was good at changing his tune it seemed.

“It’ll be okay,” he reassured me. “I promise.”

Just then there was a loud knock on the door.

“Yo, Jake, you ready for us?” a loud male’s voice boomed on the other side of the door.

“Yeah,” Jake yelled back. His eyes seemed to apologize to me.

The door flung wide open and two older bikers strutted in. One had dark hair with streaks of gray and his face was covered in wrinkles, probably from the thousands of days he spent riding under the hot sun. He had a permanent scowl on his face. The other had gray hair and a long gray beard that went down to the middle of his chest.

“That’s my dad, Ace,” Jake said as he pointed to the guy with the dark hair. “And my uncle, ZZ. They’re the highest ranking guys in the club. They get to have you first.”

“You gonna stay and watch, Jake?” Ace asked as his tongue practically wagged out of his mouth.

“No, dad. I can’t,” he said. With that, he gave me one look and walked out. He slammed the door behind him.

I laid naked on the bed while Ace and ZZ stared me down. They each unbuckled their giant belt buckles, slid off their chaps and jeans, and tore off their tops and vests. They looked at me with the hungriest eyes I’d ever seen. Their bodies were solid and their beer bellies were covered in a crazy mess of hair.

Ace stepped towards me first. From what I assumed, he was the president of the gang, so he got to go first.

“You’re real pretty,” he said. He kneeled down on the bed next to me and rubbed my breasts. “So perky. She ain’t been rode hard and put away wet like those other girls.”

“Not yet,” ZZ laughed.

ZZ took a seat in a chair on the other side of the room and watched our every moves as he touched himself.

Ace grabbed his meaty cock in his hand and placed the head of it at my lips. I opened wide and he inserted it slowly as he moaned. My mouth began to water in response, and I licked his cock as he slid it in and out of my mouth. While his cock was in my mouth, he continued to rub my breasts. After a few minutes, he slid his hand down my stomach and then down between my legs. He separated my knees and then slid his hand down to my pussy. He slipped a finger between my pussy lips and then inside my hole. He finger fucked me with one finger at first before then inserting two and eventually three fingers. It felt awkward at first, considering the fact that we were complete strangers, but I went with it and made myself relax so I could enjoy it. When I closed my eyes, sometimes I could imagine it was Jake. They had the exact same build (minus the beer belly), so that helped.

Ace pulled his cock out of my mouth and slid off the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed, grabbed me by the ankles and slid me down to the edge. He tossed my lithe legs over his shoulders and hunched over me. He placed his cock at the entrance of my pussy and slowly stuck it inside me. With one fell thrust, he was deep inside my pussy, expanding the walls in every direction. He was huge. I knew he filled up my mouth, but I didn’t realize just how big he would feel down there.

Ace thrusted slowly at first and then picked up speed. With my legs over his shoulders, he was able to go super deep inside me. I could feel him hit my wall with each fuck.

“You like this, girl?” he huffed.

“Mm, hm,” I replied. “It feels so good.”

“I can see why my son wants to hit this,” he huffed again. “You’re going to be my slut for the next year. He can have you when I’m done with you.”

He continued thrusting harder and harder. I could tell he was getting close. I squeezed my pussy tight around his cock to try to get him to come faster since I knew he was already almost there.

“Oh, god,” he yelled out as he exploded inside me. I could feel his dick pulsing and spraying inside me. He collapsed on top of me when he was done and left his dick inside my warm pussy for a few seconds until it deflated. “Your turn, ZZ.”

ZZ stood up and sauntered over to the foot of the bed where I laid as I recovered from Ace’s fuck session.

“Ready for this?” he laughed. In his hand, he held a monster of a cock. It was easily twice as big as Ace’s.

“Oh,” I said, surprised and slightly scared. Luckily I was still wet and gaping from Ace’s fuck session.

ZZ didn’t waste any time with foreplay or teasing. He just went straight for the gold. He bent down and slapped my pussy hard with his cock before ramming it deep inside me.

“Ow!” I yowled. My body tensed up naturally in response, but I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

ZZ plugged away at my wet and swollen pussy, heaving and huffing. He squeezed my breasts hard as he thrusted even harder. I had never been fucked with such a huge cock before, and after a while the pain was replaced with sheer ecstasy. His cock rubbed against my g-spot and the faster he fucked me the better it felt. All I wanted now was that sweet, sweet release.

Suddenly my hips began to buck uncontrollably as the most intense orgasm flooded my entire being. I yelled out as ZZ gave three final thrusts and blew his load deep inside me. He immediately pulled out and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I sunk into the bed sheets. I was spent.

Ace and ZZ redressed and left without saying a word. I got up and threw my clothes back on, my pussy aching the entire time.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. “Leah?”

“Yes?” I called out. It was Jake. “Come in.”

He came in and immediately rushed over to me. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, actually,” I said. “It was kind of fun.”

Jake winced. “Can you handle a year of that?”

“For you I can.” I leaned up and kissed his lips.

He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me into him. This next year was going to be hard, but I was willing to do whatever it took to be Jake’s girl exclusively.

It had almost been a full year since the Sons of San Pedro biker gang took me on as a biker girl recruit. I was more or less a glorified prostitute. They took care of me, and I provided sexual favors. Per the initiation process, I did whatever they wanted, sexually or otherwise, for a full year. I made myself available to all members of the club, rejecting no one’s advances.

The only thing that kept me going was the sweet reward on my one year anniversary: full membership in one of the most exclusive, notorious, and well-organized biker gangs in the nation. I would be protected and taken care of for as long as my heart desired. Not to mention I would get the hell out of this awful town. And my biggest incentive? Jake Northcutt, vice president of the gang. It had been almost 365 days, and still my feelings for Jake hadn’t changed one bit. If anything, they’d grown stronger.

I had come a long way since working at the sleazy motel in my hometown across from the Handle Bar. His gang would stay there every other week, and he was the one who would come to the front desk and make reservations and handle all of the payments. When he eventually asked me to come out for a drink, our chemistry was off the wall insane. When I was with Jake, no one else existed and the rest of the world faded away. He was so handsome, fearless, and strong. I wanted to be his and only his for the rest of my days. I wanted him to whisk me away on the back of his bike and carry me from town to town by his side.

Getting initiated into the group was the only way Jake said we could be together. He knew I wasn’t really that kind of girl, but it was the only chance we had. The only downside was that Jake couldn’t touch me or talk to me the entire year. We were only allowed limited, necessary interactions, and it was the most challenging thing I’d ever been through. Seeing the man you love across the bar and knowing that you can’t talk to him or touch him is nothing but torture. Staring into his eyes while another biker with bug eyes and gold teeth fondles and gropes you is nothing but sheer agony.

After a while, Jake stopped paying attention to my interactions with the other guys. I seemed to be the pick of the litter and the fresh meat of the group, so I was showered with various requests until someone new came along. I think it got too hard for him. I knew he still wanted to be with me though because sometimes he would slip me notes under my door. The notes would always just say something simple like, “Hi, beautiful” or “Thinking of you”. And he would always reject the advances from the other biker girls. I was almost positive he had yet to mess around with another girl since I’d began my initiation rites with the Sons of San Pedro.

After the my newness wore off in the gang and a couple new girls were recruited, I started being used as less of a sex slave and more of a “get me some beer and do my laundry” slave, which was just fine with me. Occasionally I would be beckoned to service one of the men, but most of the time they passed out drunk before anything would even happen, and I’d get out of having to do anything major. Whiskey dick was always a pleasant surprise too. Sometimes nothing would happen because they were too drunk to get it up.

Part of me wondered if Jake had something to do with most of the men leaving me alone. It was almost as if they knew I was off-limits after a while. I thought I was pretty with my slender frame and long blonde hair, and compared to the other girls I could definitely hold my own. A lot of them were kind of rough looking. I was polished and cute compared to them, but the men always seemed to go for the nastier ones. I’d have to ask Jake about that sometime down the road, but I was sure I was right.

Two more weeks until September 17
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and I’d be completely done with my initiation year. Jake would be all mine, and I would be all his. I also learned that being the soon-to-be-girl of a vice president came with certain perks. I had a feeling I’d be a lot more respected here very soon. There was a sort of hierarchy amongst the girls based on whom they were exclusive with.

Friday nights the gang always settled in some rinky-dink town, hit up a rinky-dink bar, and stayed in a rinky-dink motel not much different from where I used to work. One particular Friday, I was looking forward to having a drink. It had been a long week and the men were a little more demanding than usual. Fortunately I’d avoided having to do anything sexual with any of them, but Friday nights were usually a little more active for them so I wasn’t out of the clear just yet. I had fallen out of favor, like I said before, but it wasn’t always a guarantee. There was always a chance I’d be requested by one of the men.

I took a seat at the bar and ordered myself a beer and a shot to get things going. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jake taking a position across the room but within eyesight of me. I loved how protective he was, even if it was always from afar.

“Hi there, cupcake,” I heard a burly voice boom from behind me.

I spun around on my chair to see, Red, one of the ugliest bikers in the gang. He was missing one of his front teeth and his breath was always insanely smelly. He had a big old pot belly and curly, frizzy hair that stuck out of his skull cap. He loved to go sleeveless, and I was pretty sure he thought his big, flabby arms were more muscular than they really were.

He looked me up and down with hungry eyes and leaned in closer to me.

“Hi, Red,” I said. I had a feeling he was after one thing from me. I tried to hide my disappointment but I knew I just needed to get through these last two weeks. I had come too far to throw in the towel now.

“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing you yet, little lady,” he said in the creepiest voice I’d ever heard. He looked down at my chest and then back at me as he grinned. His hand slid up my thigh, inching closer to my crotch.

I could feel Jake’s eyes watching his every move from several feet away. In my head, I wondered if Red hadn’t gotten the memo that I was soon to be Jake’s girl and that I was (unofficially) off limits. I had a feeling Red wouldn’t care about that though. Initiation rules were initiation rules, unspoken or not. Jake could try to protect me all he wanted, but in the end, he didn’t have the power to change those rules.

He moved in closer and placed his other hand on my opposite thigh, inching it upwards. I squirmed uncomfortably and glanced over at Jake. We exchanged looks for 2.5 seconds until one of the other biker girls, Misty, stood in between our view and started schmoozing all over him. She was forever trying to get a piece of him. She was relentless.

I didn’t want to complain, but I was tired of being nothing but a piece of ass to these men when all I really wanted was to be with Jake. In my head, I reminded myself that this was what I signed up for and that I was almost done.

“Why don’t you come off with me for a little bit,” Red whispered in my ear. He grabbed my hand, but not before I had a chance to toss back the remainder of my drink. I reluctantly followed him outside. I shuffled my feet in the gravel, taking my time, as he went to the motel across the parking lot.