Chapter 12

Amy

V en didn’t come home last night. Am I worried? Yes. Can I do a damn thing about it? No. I took out my cell phone several times overnight and pulled his number up. But I chickened out each time at the last minute, if he was doing surveillance and my ringtone alerted the bad guys that he’s there, it could be disastrous. I know it’s probably silly to think that way. Ven is an intelligent man, who would think to turn his cell phone off in a dangerous situation. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to take the chance.

I got up at the crack of dawn today so I could be downstairs when he got back. Right now, I’m down in the bar area ready and waiting in my property cut. The thing is, I can’t calm down. So I pace back and forth in front of the door with a cup of coffee in my hands. I know there’s no reason to be so worried about a big strapping biker like Ven, especially when he’s got his club brothers at his back. They’re apparently used to fighting the good fight.

When my cup is empty, I dump it unceremoniously on one of the empty tables and walk outside to stretch my legs and pace some more. Hopefully, I can get a better view when they pull in. My legs are starting to get achy when I hear the thrum of multiple motorcycles in the distance. Eventually they come into sight, paired up by twos and enter through the gates which the prospects have opened ready. Ven catches sight of me and pulls his motorcycle over in front of me. His helmet comes off and the second I’m within reach, he grabs me and gives me a bear hug that he follows up with a long lingering kiss.

I wrap my arms around his neck, forgetting that he’s probably doing this just for show because I’m supposed to be his old lady. I think only his club officers know our relationship is just meant to keep me safe. At first, I tell myself that I’m just doing my part to put on a good show but when one of his big arms wraps around my waist and pulls me in tight, my thoughts splinter.

Suddenly, the rest of the world literally disappears from my mind. There’s only Ven and his hungry kisses and hard body. My hands slip through his hair, and I hear something clang against the handlebars, it’s him ditching his helmet. Then he pulls me towards him. When I’m sitting in his lap, while he’s still astride his bike, I feel like the queen of the world. Having his hands roaming over my body and his tongue twining with mine awakens my arousal.

Then it all comes to a screeching halt when a familiar voice rises above the others. “What in the actual fuck is going on here? Amy Beth, are you actually with this biker, like for real?”

I glance up to see Edmund, one of my grandfather’s asshole farmhands—who I now know is my uncle—standing there, looking worse for wear. The thing that gets me is the look of shock on his face. I smother back a smile because I don’t give two hoots in hell what this man thinks of me.

“Your grandfather would be disappointed in you,” he states quietly.

Instead of responding to him, I look up at Ven. His eyes are all dazed and half-lidded. There’s an overlay of desire clearly evident on his face. It’s very apparent he’s feeling exactly the same kind of emotions that I am in this moment.

I can feel the bulge of his cock against me, it’s clear that our PDA is having an interesting effect on this man. I turn around and lift my hands back to his neck then pull him in close for another kiss.

“Get a fucking room,” Edmund groans.

I murmur, “What’s he doing here?”

Ven’s arms come out around me again and he lifts me as he gets off his bike. “Later, sweetheart. We need to have a little talk first.”

I can tell by the tone of his voice that he means sex and I’m there for it. I’m still aroused from the lip lock he threw down on me and so damn grateful he came back safely that I want to get naked with him and wallow in all the attention he will give me.

My arms are around his neck and my legs around his waist as he takes off to the clubhouse. I can hear the shouts of encouragement from his club brothers, but instead of being embarrassed that they know exactly what’s going on, I feel myself getting even wetter. I’m the most sexually aroused I’ve ever been in my entire life. I don’t care what this looks like or who sees us. All I care about is getting some face-to-face time with him, feeling his warm body against mine so that the small voice in the back of my head will quieten down, the voice that said he was going to get hurt or wind up dead trying to find my mother. But he didn’t. He’s here, whole and about to ravish me.

When we get to top of the stairs, my hands reach down, and I dare to squeeze his ass. This man has buns of steel and an outstanding sense of humor because he gives my ass a firm swat and tells me to calm down.

I don’t though. Instead, I run my hands down his back and park my fingertips in his back pockets. He makes a sexy noise in the back of his throat when I wiggle my fingers against his ass cheeks. After the endless pacing and worrying, this is just what I need to blow off steam.

He carries me to his suite and kicks the door closed behind him. In a matter of seconds, we’re in front of his bed. He tosses me onto it and tells me, “Get ready to have that pretty pussy of yours licked until you scream. I’m going to grab a shower super quick.”

I reach out for him, intent on telling him that no shower is necessary. But he’s gone before I can get the words out. I bounce up off the bed, begin stripping off my clothing and make myself comfortable in just my underwear. It’s hard to let go of the bra because I’m modest by nature. However, if there was ever a moment to be bold, it’s now. Sex with Ven is sure to be the highlight of my entire life and I can hardly wait for him to finish in the shower and come to me.

I’m experiencing some strange euphoria. All my life’s problems have momentarily receded in favor of enjoying this one experience. This is something I’m doing just for me.

When the bathroom door comes flying open and Ven walks in with a glistening body and a towel slung haphazardly around his waist, I forget how to breathe. Ven is the most beautiful sight I have ever set my eyes on.

Little trails of water are running down his ripped torso. One big hand is holding the towel together at his hip. I take a moment to admire the ink covering his chest and crawling down one arm. It’s mostly nature scenes, with snakes, and he has his club’s name across his shoulders with the logo beneath. It’s huge and covers his entire back.

I tell him admiringly, “You’re absolutely gorgeous. You know that, right?”

He doesn’t answer. It’s as if he doesn’t consider himself handsome or he’s used to hearing how attractive he is, and it just goes in one ear and out the other. Either way, it doesn’t matter, because it’s obvious that he’s the hottest man I’ll ever have the chance of hitting.

Rather than answer, he drops his towel and reaches out with one huge hand to tug the blanket covering my body downwards, slowly revealing my nearly naked form. When he sees that I kept my bra and panties on, he smiles.

“This will never do for what I have in mind, babe.” Reaching down he unsnaps my bra and pulls it off, one strap at a time. He’s still gazing at my breasts as one of his hands drifts down and grabs the side of my panties ripping them right off my body.

I let out a gasp. I should object to that kind of masculine display but I’m far too aroused.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “I’ll buy you more.”

I nod, all in for whatever this man wants today. The next thing I know he’s smoothing his rough hands over my body as if he’s trying to figure out where I’m sensitive. Ven learns more about me in a few minutes than most men I’ve dated learned in months. Through his touch, I’m learning things about my body that even I never knew. A light touch on the back of my knees makes my arousal spike. That’s weird because it’s not an area I would have thought was sexy.

I fall back as he moves over me with his bulky form. His body is hard, muscular, and warm. I like the expression on his face. It’s one filled with pure unadulterated lust. He wants me as desperately as I want him. When he comes down to kiss me, I reach up encircling his neck with my arms. When our lips touch, my legs automatically part and come up on each side of body. I can feel his cock, thick, throbbing, and hot, resting on my stomach.

His tongue slips into my mouth and he starts seducing me with his lips. As we twine tongues, his hands are everywhere, touching, caressing, and arousing my passions. Ven is everything I’ve ever wanted in a man, and this is everything I’ve ever wanted in a sexual experience. My thoughts begin to splinter as my arousal builds.

When his hand slides between our bodies to touch my pussy, I groan with pleasure. “You feel so good on top of me. All I want is more, more, more when I’m with you.”

His lips move from my mouth to my neck, and he whispers back between kisses and licks, “I’m going to take my time with you, make your first time with me special.”

“Every time with you is going to be special, because you’re all I want,” I tell him.

When his tongue swipes over the hollow of my throat, I shamelessly groan at the sparks of pleasure it provokes. He does it over and over as his hands part me and he slides his thick fingers through my wet folds. My body trembles with arousal as I run my fingers through his hair.

For many long moments we’re wrapped up in each other, each too needy to tolerate moving on to bigger and better things. Then he begins to kiss his way down my body, careful to look for more of those tantalizing pleasure spots. He finds another right above my clit. When he licks and sucks at that spot, it feels so amazing that I forget for a brief moment that I even have a clit.

His fingers slide inside me, and I can’t believe how wet I am for him. He says something about how good I taste and then licks me from my opening all the up to my clit and back again. I rake my nails along his shoulders, encouraging him to continue giving me what I need. His devilish tongue never misses a beat. It’s as big and strong as the rest of him.

He plunges two of those thick fingers in me at the same time and is none too gentle. It makes me come far too soon. I’m disappointed because I wanted to hold out longer. I gasp as I realize this man is not stopping.

His fingers are still inside me, as my greedy pussy pulls and tugs on them as another orgasm rolls through me. His mouth moves to my clit, and he licks, his tongue expertly flicking and circling me. I can’t decide what I like best, the small tight circles he makes around the top of my clit or when the gently laps over the top. Both are distinctly amazing sensations. Both pale by comparison to him sucking on my clit. I don’t last long before I’m coming so hard again it makes my head hurt.

I think he’s going to finally give it up, but he doesn’t. Ven is like an orgasm giving machine, only my clit is getting really sensitive especially when his beard grazes over it. I begin shoving his head away, too breathless to tell him to stop. He gets the message though. I almost come all over again as he looks up and licks my glistening honey from his lips.

“When can I do that again?” he asks with complete seriousness.

“After I suck your dick?” Yeah, I phrased that as a question.

His expression shifts to one of indifference. “Next time then,” he answers.

I start to argue about fairness and all, but Ven has already pushed me back onto the bed and is running his thick cock over my slit, coating himself in my juices. I like the sensation and ride his cock for a few minutes, avoiding my clit.

“Your cock feels strong and…” I lose track of my thoughts when he leans down and begins licking and teasing my nipples. After a few minutes, I forget I was even talking.

Ven doesn’t forget through. He asks, slyly, “My cock feels strong and what?”

I just shake my head as he taps the head of his cock over my clit, threatening to provoke another orgasm.

He adds playfully, “Strong and capable perhaps?” Bringing the head of his cock to my hungry core. He slides in a bit and adds, “Strong and big?”

With that he slowly slides himself into my body as if to make a point about being big. I can feel my pussy stretch to take him. “Ginormous,” I say breathlessly.

He chuckles. “How do you know it’s not that you’re small and I’m just normal size?”

I smack his shoulder and say, “Now is no time for jokes. This is important business.”

He laughs out loud and rolls us over, pulling me on top of him. “There. Take as much or as little of me as you want, at your own pace.”

“God, I love that you did that.”

Sitting on top of him with his hands around my waist trying to relax long enough to take all of him, I look down at him. “You have a gigantic cock, sexy humor, and give up control in the bedroom. That makes you a triple threat.”

He props up on one elbow. “How so?” The expression on his face is worried. It takes me a minute to realize he took my words literally.

“I mean those are all things that women love, which makes them more likely to fall in love with you. You know, like I am.”

His face lights up. “You’re falling in love with me. Good. I’ve already decided that I’m keeping you.”

I slide down a couple more inches on his cock and bounce back up, before trying to take him again. We work at it, as I think over his statement about keeping me. Again, I should object to such a possessive statement. I don’t because I like the sound of being his far too much to say anything he might construe as off-putting.

When I slide all the way down, finally impaled on his girthy cock, I feel a sense of achievement. I move myself up and down, feeling my walls clench him as his thick shaft rubs my g-spot. My breath is coming out in pants, and I can feel myself close to coming again, but my thighs won’t stop trembling after those first orgasms and I keep losing my stroke. I tap his side. “Your turn to take over, hot stuff.”

He carefully wraps his arms around me and rolls us until I’m on the bottom.

“Start slow and then you can go as fast as you like, okay?”

“Of fucking course it’s okay. Everything after licking your beautiful pussy is just the icing on the cake, a bonus pleasure.”

“I really am falling in love with you, Ven.”

“Good,” he says as he pulls almost all the way out and begins pressing back inside me. “I decided long ago that if you’ll have me, I want to make you mine. You’re perfect for me.”

“Great. We’ll work out the details later.” Pulling my knees up to my chin, I tell him, “Right now, I need you to move.”

“Yes ma’am,” he responds with amusement. “My woman will always get exactly what she wants when it comes to cock riding.”

When he pulls out this time, he pushes back in a little more forcefully. It feels so amazing that I chant for him to do it again and again. I can feel his thick cock slide over my g-spot and when his thumb comes out to gently rub against my clit, I have to work hard to fight off another orgasm. He’s hitting so deep with this position that I can’t think of anything else apart from how amazing this feels.

Ven is an extremely talented lover. He gets everything right, from the speed, to the thrust and even the extras like giving me a little double thrust before pulling out at random intervals. When he picks up speed, pure pleasure courses through my body. He holds one leg close to his body and uses that hold to jerk me against him when he makes contact with my body. Everything about this experience is amazing. I can’t help but orgasm again and again. I lose count at three on top of the ones he gave me during oral.

The last time I come so hard that I feel like I’m literally choking his cock. He moans and continues to fuck me through the entire thing. After my orgasm slows, I’m vaguely aware that Ven is thrusting into me hard and fast. This is the no frills version of sex where Ven is chasing his own orgasm. When he finally stills, and shoots his load deep inside me, I realize we didn’t use a condom. That probably wasn’t the wisest of ideas, especially considering his past with numerous club girls, but right now I’m too blissed out to worry.

Everything about Ven feels like love and family, home and hearth. I fall asleep with images of what could be between us if we are brave enough to see where this relationship leads. I know deep down in my heart that Ven is the one for me. I can’t imagine myself with any other man.