CULVER: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (5 page)

I
blushed even harder, and my brain skipped like a broken record. I could barely
process the question, never mind come up with an answer.

“Um…I
just…I liked…I don’t…I mean…I’m not…” I said, starting a hundred sentences but
not finishing a single one. I stopped trying, then, and simple stared at him
hopelessly.
God, he’s so fucking
handsome,
I thought, my only coherent thought. He was grinning at me, his
face boyish and yet still mature, as though he had lived too much too young.

“Okay,
okay, it’s okay. I’ll make it easy,” he said, pulling two keycards out of his
back pocket. “These keys go to room 254. They are going to stay right here on
this table between us. In fifteen minutes, I am going to take one of those keys
and go to that room. Five minutes after that, you are either going to join me,
or you’re going to leave. How does that sound?”

I
nodded, mute. He was calling the shots now. I was just along for the ride. But
he was giving me an out, too. And I appreciated that. A lot.

“You’ve
never done anything like this before, have you?” he asked, leaning back in his
seat and picking up his drink again. I shook my head no. He chuckled.

“Well,
I admire you going after what you want. Gotta say, it’s kind of a turn on,” he
said.

“How
can you afford a room here?” I blurted out. I don’t even know where the
question came from, it was just the first thing that popped into my head. There
was a moment of uncomfortable silence as Boon studied me, a look on his face
like he was trying to figure out whether or not to lie to me.

“There
are hundreds of ways to make money,” he finally said, a tone in his voice that
told me that this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to continue. “It doesn’t
really matter.”

“Okay,”
I said, happy to move onto a different subject and praying that I wouldn’t have
any more stupid questions pop into my head.

“So
why me? Why tonight? Is this just some post-high school experimenting? Blowing
off steam?” He was asking questions like he already knew the answers, and it
kind of upset me, even though I recognized that they were totally legitimate
questions for the situation.

“Something
like that. Sheriff’s daughter and all,” I said with a nervous giggle, speaking
just for the sake of speaking, not even really thinking about what I was
saying. A strange look came over Boon’s face, a mixture of intrigue and
distrust.
Stop saying the wrong things,
you idiot!
I reprimanded myself, wondering just how badly I could possibly
mess this up.

“Sheriff’s
daughter? And he let you go to Las Vegas on your own?”

“Daddy’s
pretty liberal,” I said. “And he trusts me.”

“Well,
bully for you,” Boon said, taking a deep swig of his drink, a frustrated look
in his eye.

“I’m
sorry,” I said, half-sarcastically. The night had suddenly taken a strange
turn, and while I was still enamored with Boon, still felt the way my body was
responding to his mere presence, I didn’t like the way he was speaking to me.
“But you can’t chalk this up to daddy issues.”

The
look on Boon’s face vanished as he chuckled and stared into his drink.

“Well
that’s good. Daddy issues are fun in the bedroom but not when they’re calling
you crying at three in the morning,” he said, looking up at me with a
mischievous grin. The hint of raunchiness in his speech, the fact that he was
clearly so much more experienced than I was, all made me nervous again, and I
could hear my heart beating in my ears.

“So…do
you do this often?” I asked, suddenly realizing that while Boon had been stuck
in my head all day and night, I was probably just another in a parade of girls
who fell into his bed and then vanished, never to be seen again.

“What
do you think?” he answered slyly, a glint in his eye. I felt like I was going
crazy. Really, I must have been going crazy. Why else would I be sitting there
at that bar, chatting with a guy I’d just met, who I was – probably – about to
lose my virginity to? Panic clawed at my throat and I thought:
run, run, little girl, run away before you
get hurt!

But
one look at that lopsided smile, that gently tousled hair, those ripped,
tattooed biceps, chased those thoughts away. Boon looked at his watch and stood
up, taking one of the keycards from the table. I admired his long, lean, body
as he stood up and felt a tingling between my legs. I thought of his hands in
my hair, his mouth on my neck…I shivered.

“I
hope I see you soon,” he said before vanishing into the crowd, leaving me alone
with one keycard and a view of the strip that left me blind. I sat, unable to
think, staring out the window, an epic battle raging inside me.

If
I hadn’t taken that keycard. If I hadn’t stepped onto that elevator and pressed
the button for the second floor. If I hadn’t, if I hadn’t, if I hadn’t, if I
hadn’t.

But
I did.

~
10
~

The red light on the door flashed, turn green, blinking, beeping softly.
My hands shook as I turned the handle, pushing the heavy door inwards. I could
feel my heart beating in my chest, too hard, my breath shallow and panicky.

The room was dim, though the lights on either side of the king-size bed
were both on. Boon sat looking out the window, his fingers strumming on the
wooden table. The room was just a hotel room: fancy, in the way I assumed all
Vegas hotel rooms were, but not a fancy as the one I was staying in. Boon
turned to look at me, a grin on his face, when he heard the door clicking shut
behind me.

“I’m here,” I said meekly, not sure what else to say.

“I see that,” he replied coolly. If he was excited about the things I was
going to let him do to me, he didn’t let it show. I stepped towards him; he
rose to meet me. He towered over me, his strong arms intimidating, his gaze
penetrating.

“How do you want it, little sister?” he asked, his voice low and
gravelly, harsh in my ears. The question took me off guard and I panicked, mind
racing with possible responses.

“Wh-what do you mean?” I finally managed to croak. He was standing so
close, I could smell him, the burly, masculine smell of him….

“Well,” he said, reaching out and stroking my arm with a single
fingertip, raising all the hair on my body in goosebumps, “I could be gentle.
And slow.” His finger ran all the way down to my hand, where he entwined his
fingers in my own, drawing me closer.

“Or,” he said, suddenly increasing his grip and pulling me around, into
his arms, backwards, so that my back was pressed against his chest. His hands
flew to my halter top, pushing it up violently, his fingernails raking across
my taut stomach, rising to my fresh, bubbly breasts, kneading them hard. One hand
moved to my hair, pulling my ponytail, my head snapping on my neck as his lips
lowered to my ears. “I could fuck you hard, and fast, make you scream.”

I was panting at this point, my eyes closed, the warmth of his breath
against my neck mixing with the desire in my stomach. His hand was rough on my
breasts, cupping them, teasing the nipples, massaging them forcefully. I moaned
as his lips parted and he began to kiss my neck, tracing my jawline. His grip
on my hair released and he moved his hand back under my top, cupping both
breasts now at the same time. I’d never let anyone touch my breasts like that,
and I was amazed at the yearning it awoke in me, a deep aching need.

Suddenly, I was flying through the air, then bouncing onto the mattress.
Boon had pushed me over and was standing above me now. I could see the outline
of his hardness through his jeans, bit my lip, nervous and excited and hungry
and frightened, all at the same time. Adrenaline pulsed through me, lighting up
my nerves.

I was lying on my back, looking up at Boon, as he grabbed onto my thighs,
his hands rough against my smooth skin. He slid his hands up my legs, getting
closer and closer to my pussy. My breath quickened the further he got. His eyes
studied me, almost as though he were feasting on the sight of me.

“Take off your shirt,” he growled, and I obliged, unthinking. I pulled
the tank top off, letting the cool air of the hotel room flow over my nipples,
savoring the feeling of abandon, of risk, the heat of the intimate moment with
a stranger.
This is really happening,
I
thought to myself. I reached down, began to play with the button on my shorts.
Boon’s hands flew to my own, pushing them away. He ripped open the top of my
shorts, yanking them down, taking my underwear with them, his motions fast, as
though he couldn’t hold back.

I was totally exposed, then, laying back, knees in the air, completely
naked in front of
 
a man for the
first time in my life. I could taste my heart in my throat. My skin was alive
with want. I couldn’t think, couldn’t question, couldn’t go back. Boon grabbed
my waist, pulled me to the end of the bed. His calloused fingers on my skin
made me quiver.

He knelt down before me; I didn’t know what he was doing, exactly. I
thought maybe he wanted to look at my pussy, maybe he was checking to see if I
was a virgin, if it was clean. I leaned upwards, supporting myself on my
elbows, and looked down
 
curiously
at the top of Boon’s head between my legs.

I moaned and threw my head back when I felt his lips against my inner
thighs, a trail of kisses moving slowly lower, lower. I still didn’t know what
he was doing, but it felt like heaven, and I realized I was getting wet down
there as his lips grazed my sensitive skin. My pussy clenched, crying out, fire
rising to my face as Boon’s head dropped lower…lower…lower…

His tongue. My clit. My hands rushing to his head, his hair between my
fingers, his tongue, my clit, moaning, lapping, thighs clenching around his
neck, pulling him closer, wanting more. Moaning and tossing, my heart beating
faster and faster, his soft, warm, wet mouth on my pussy, my hips bucking,
fingers pulling him closer, deeper, more, more, more, please, oh god, please,
don’t stop…

His tongue darted out, flicked my clit, rolled around it, zig-zagged
across it, flicked it again, circled it, like a dance, a tango, his tongue on
my tender button, my sex jumping and gushing with each lick. I cried out for
more, begged him not to stop, my face flaming bright red, my body tensing. I
felt a pressure building inside me like a wave, a throbbing, aching desire
overtaking me. My toes curled.

My hands grabbed Boon’s head roughly, pulling him into me, grinding
against his lips as he suckled my swollen clit, drawing it into his mouth,
bringing his teeth ever-so-slightly against it, just grazing it, really. I fell
back against the mattress, feeling it building, building, more and more, the
wave growing and growing and cresting and finally…

Like a flood of electric light, I felt my body snap in two, limbs
shaking, tremors rippling through my body as my pleasure exploded inside me.
Every nerve, every inch of skin, pulsed with ecstasy as I cried out my bliss.
My thighs were like a vice around Boon’s head, my toes curling up almost
violently as I bucked and shook underneath him, my fingers running through his
long, soft hair, every inch where our bodies made contact feeling like
paradise. I felt like my body was rising, lifting off the bed, as I came for
the first time ever.

When it was over, my climax fading, I sighed deeply, satisfied but still
yearning. I released Boon, my thighs falling to the side, my hands untangling
from his hair. I could feel my chest rising and falling as I breathed heavily,
my heart pounding in my mouth. When I looked up, Boon was smiling at me and
wiping his mouth. In a single motion, he’d pulled his shirt off, and I admired,
somewhat dazedly, his well-defined muscles. Tattoos covered his arms and chest.
I wanted to study them, stroke them, trace them with my finger.

He crawled upwards, suspended over me, pushing his pants down as he went.
I looked down further, and the sight of his huge cock drove me into a sudden
panic: what was I doing? There was no way he could fit that huge thing inside
my virgin pussy! He’d rip me in two! I looked back up at him, catching his eye.
He looked puzzled, seeing something in my eyes that must have betrayed my fear.

“I’m a virgin,” I blurted out, needing to tell him so that he knew to go
slow. A look of concern passed over his face, replacing the puzzled look. He
was supporting himself over me with his impressive arms, I could feel the heat
baking off him, could feel his 8-inch cock grazing my tender flesh, drawing
desire back to my slit, making me gush as I pictured the things he could do to
me. The things I wanted him to do to me. The things I was afraid of him doing
to me.

Boon sighed and suddenly rolled onto his side, lying on his back next to
me. I pulled myself up, now puzzled myself.

“What’s wrong? It’s okay, really, I just want you to…you know…take it
easy,” I said. I had time, now, to really admire his naked body. It was
beautiful – large, strong chest tapering off to a lean, toned midsection, a
deep V leading down to his huge, pulsing, erect cock. His tattoos almost seemed
to shimmer in the dim light. I felt myself grow more and more excited with each
second that I was allowed to admire him.

“It’s not right. Girl like you….guy like me….well, it just isn’t right.
You should give it up to your high school sweetheart. Some nice farm boy who’ll
take care of you and eat corn on the cob with your folks,” Boon said, sighing,
throwing his arm over his eyes as if to hide from the world.

“I don’t have a high school sweetheart, and I don’t want a farm boy. I
want you. Now, tonight,” I said, suddenly growing courage as I let myself feel
my desire, my sex pulsing, my eyes locked onto Boon’s dick. Suddenly inspired,
I reached out and tentatively stroked it, feeling its hardness, its strength.
I’d never touched a cock before, and the flesh on it was softer than I
pictured, the head almost squishy as my fingers explored.

Boon groaned under my touch. The sound turned me on even more. I reached
down and felt between my legs; I was soaking wet. Pulling myself up, I wondered
what I could do to convince Boon that I really did want him, that it was my
decision, that I needed him tonight and didn’t care about my virginity (or
potential lack thereof).

I knew about blowjobs, of course, and realized that was my most logical
option, but I was afraid. I’d never sucked a man before, and didn’t know where
to begin. Plus, Boon was so big that I wasn’t sure how much of him I could fit
in my mouth. I positioned myself on my knees, my ass next to Boon’s head, and
leaned over the whole, long length of him. I gripped his cock and slowly
lowered my mouth to the tip, taking it in slowly.

I lapped at the head, rimming around it with my tongue. Boon moaned
again; out of the corner of my eye, I saw him remove his arm from his eyes and
lean up to watch me. His hand reached out and grabbed my ass, massaging the
soft globes, driving a thrill through me that made me want to pleasure him
more. His other hand found its way to my head and his fingers snaked through my
hair, coming to rest on my scalp, where he pushed down gently.

I slid my mouth further down his throbbing member, tasting a slight saltiness
as liquid seeped from the tip. I struggled to breath as I inched my mouth down
his cock, careful to keep my teeth between my lips, allowing my tongue to
tickle the underside of his cock as I sunk deeper and deeper towards his lap.

Finally, I felt his cock hitting the back of my throat and gagged. My
first instinct was to come up, but Boon’s hand on the back of my head held me
in place, restricting my movement. I breathed raggedly through my nose, tears
pricking the corner of my eyes, as Boon slowly began to thrust his hips
upwards, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my raw throat.

I was panicky, breathless, heart pounding, but something about the
dirtiness of it all, being mouth-fucked by this biker with his long, wide cock,
awoke something primal and hungry in me. I swallowed, feeling my throat massage
the head of his cock. Boon’s hands on my ass grew rougher, and he kneaded the
soft flesh hard, the callouses on his fingers scraping against me, making me
shiver with want.

Boon’s grip on my head increased and I could feel him thrust harder into
my virgin throat, making me gag even harder. Tears began to spill from my eyes,
unbidden, as I struggled to breathe. Finally, thankfully, Boon released me, and
my head popped up, my breath coming thin and ragged, coughing. Boon grabbed my
ponytail and dragged me backwards in a single, forceful stroke.

My head hit the mattress and in an instant I felt Boone’s weight on my
body, pressing me down as he rolled onto me. His cock, now wet with my spit,
pressed against my gushing slit. He rose, supporting himself on his arms once
more, and I grabbed onto his biceps, feeling the muscles there, tracing the
tattoos.

His eyes fixed onto mine, a look of carnal abandon in his face, and I
felt him press against my pussy. The head of his cock slid easily into my
wetness, and I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt my pussy stretching around
his hugeness. I felt resistance, his cock stopped inching forward. Opening my
eyes again, I knew what was about to happened, worried about the pain, needed
it to happen, didn’t care about the pain.

“Hold tight,” Boon growled, and I gripped his biceps, biting my lip. In a
roar of tearing pain, he was inside me, ripping me, splitting me in two. I
cried out, the pain much worse than I could have imagined, my pussy sore and
aching already.

He stayed still for a long moment as the roar of pain turned to a
whisper, then slowly began to melt into a different feeling entirely: pleasure.
Pure, unbelievable pleasure. My mouth dropped open in a silent moan as he began
to push deeper inside me, slowly, slowly, reaching deep inside me, places I had
never felt before. No one had ever felt before.