Cara shrugged out of her black yoga pants and bikini panties before he picked her up and placed her on the counter. She shivered as her bare ass touched the granite countertop. Hawk stood in front of her, and she wrapped her long legs around his tapered waist as he licked her nipples with his tongue while he rubbed her pussy up and down his cock. Touching her sensitive nub, he rolled it between his fingers. She pulled out his hair tie and ran her fingers through his long, silky hair.
When his fingers went into her pussy, she cried out while he pushed her back so she was resting on her elbows, giving him greater access to her throbbing mound. Goosebumps pebbled her skin as his soft tongue traced her body down past her ribcage, her stomach, and ultimately to her engorged pussy. He licked her slick lips, cooling some of the heat. Her mound clenched wildly as he licked, nipped, and squeezed it, then his tongue entered her tightness and fucked her as he rubbed her hard nub.
“Hawk, it feels so good,” Cara said as the tightness turned into blasts of relief over and over again as her pussy exploded. Then, in the midst of this explosion, Hawk’s hard cock slammed into her. Her pussy encased his throbbing dick like a glove, and he grunted as he thrust in and out of her while she scratched his back with her nails, drawing him closer to her.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your pussy. It’s perfect for my cock. Fuck,” he grunted between pants.
She screamed out at the same time he yelled, “Cara!” They both climaxed, melding into each other as one.
“Fuck! This is one of the most intense fuckings I’ve ever had,” Hawk panted.
Cara, reeling from multiple orgasms, stroked Hawk’s hair. “You know how to please me.” I’m hopelessly hooked. Realizing they hadn’t used a condom, Cara’s stomach lurched. She knew she was clean, and she had started on the pill a few weeks before, just in case. Covering her mouth with her hand, she said, “Oh, shit.”
As if reading her mind, Hawk said, “I know, babe, we did this one bare. I just wanted to fuck you so bad that I didn’t think.”
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. You?”
“I’m clean, but I’m not on the pill,” he joked.
She slapped his shoulder, laughing.
“Damn, the bacon is burnt to a crisp. I forgot about it,” Hawk said as he ran over to the stove to turn it off.
“I thought it was our lovemaking that was causing all the smoke.” She winked.
Staring at her for a few seconds, he cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, our fuckin’ is damn hot.”
He opened all the doors to air out the room before the smoke alarm went off, placed another frying pan on the burner, then looked at her with a dimpled smile, saying, “Let’s try this again.”
While they ate their bacon and eggs, Hawk talked Cara into staying with him for the next week until he got things under control.
“You should be okay here. No one knows you’re here, right?”
“Only my cousin Eric and Asher. I didn’t tell Sherrie because I don’t want her to be involved.”
“I told you not to tell anyone.”
“Eric is cool, and so is Asher. I trust them.”
“In a situation like this, you can’t trust anyone. You shouldn’t have told them where you were. Even if you trust them, you’ve opened them up to danger.”
“You’re right, I didn’t think.”
“You gotta come with me to the clubhouse. You’ll be safe there.”
“What if I don’t want to go? My only experience with your clubhouse was that night with all those guys. I don’t want to go.”
“That was different. You were alone. The members thought you were a hoodrat—a woman open for sex with any brother, any time. It’ll be different now ’cause you’re with me. You have to remember to stay with me at all times, especially during a party. You can’t wander around by yourself. You got that?”
“It’s ridiculous that I can’t be safe if I go to the bathroom by myself. What kind of club do you belong to?”
“It’s just the way it is, babe. Don’t fuckin’ argue with me about this. You need to stick by me, if you want to be safe. You’re not claimed and you’re not wearing my patch, so you need to be smart and stick to me, got it?”
“What do you mean by claimed and the patch thing?”
“When a woman is claimed and wears the brother’s patch, she belongs to him. All Insurgents members and other biker clubs respect the woman ’cause they know she belongs to a patched member.”
“‘Belongs’? What does the patch say?”