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Kane
“Tell me what you like,” she growled to me and the blonde girlfriend she brought along. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“You know what I want,” I told her.
“What about you,” she asked her friend.
The slender, sexy pinup girl of a blonde gave a coy shrug and bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she answered in what she no doubt intended to be a sultry, cock-stiffening tone. Her hesitation was anything but attractive, and in another time and place I probably would have told her as much. Hell, I might have even followed up with telling her to get the hell out of my bedroom. Demure girls didn’t do it for me.
Voluptuous blondes who knew what they wanted did. Which was good, seeing as the second naked girl in my bed fit that bill just fine. She had come as part of a package deal. Blondie was only willing to come up to my clubhouse bedroom if her brunette friend could come along for the ride.
Both girls were barely twenty-one, and had been hanging around the nightclub on Fourth Avenue for a while. They were both pretty and eager to please, and I hoped they hadn’t gotten pulled into the world of drugs that pervaded the club. The good news was they seemed at least semi-intelligent, so maybe the club-hopping thing was just a phase. Not that I cared too much. What I was after had nothing to do with what the two girls on my bed did with their lives.
Once I’d set aside the time to swoop in and make a move on the blonde it had been fairly easy. It always was. Girls who had a thing for bikers had a thing for me, and they had a way of showing up at our clubhouse like moths to a flame. Once they got a taste for the lifestyle you couldn’t keep them away if you tried. There was some kind of female fantasy about being with a biker, and so far it had only worked in my favor.
“I like whatever you like,” Brunette continued, batting her eyelashes at me.
I gritted my teeth, ready to let loose on her, but was halted as Blondie bent over to slip her lips around my dick. The jolt of pleasure caused my planned cutting remark to evaporate and be replaced only by a sweet lightheadedness.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, as if giving me head delivered even more pleasure to her than it did me.
Yep, the girl was a keeper. At least for the night. I pushed my hips forward, driving my length deep into her throat.
“Just follow your friend’s lead,” I instructed Brunette as I leaned back against the pillows to make myself comfortable while watching the scene.
Brunette sat there on her knees, looking confused. I resisted the eye roll that was threatening to come over me. If I pissed her off she would leave, which meant Blondie would do the same, and by that time I’d be too tired to text any of my regular hookups. There were at least three girls who would come by no matter what time of night I got in touch, but waiting up for them to get there would likely put me to sleep.
“Eat her out,” I said simply, just as Blondie pushed her head all the way down and gagged on my dick.
Blondie shifted immediately so that Brunette could crawl underneath her. Finally satisfied with the proceedings, I dropped my head against the headboard. Blondie’s moans filled the room, and I grabbed a bit of her hair to help her along, pulling slightly at it as I indulged in the view.
Brunette rested with her back flat underneath Blondie, her legs splayed open and her hands clutching the outside of her friend’s thighs. Her nipples grew tight and hard as she lapped at Blondie’s wet spot and pulled the other girl’s hair harder. Blondie let out a moan, and the sound of pleasure reverberated around my cock. I was hard as granite.
It was a quiet night at the Rugged Angels clubhouse. Our chances of being disturbed were next to none. It had been a low traffic night at the Fourth Avenue club as well, and an uneventful week for the motorcycle club in general. Things had almost been too peaceful, actually, and as the Rugged Angels’ president, this worried me a bit.
I could be an expert at keeping anxieties at bay, though, and by the time I’d gotten to the clubhouse with the girls my apprehension was half forgotten. Once I was pushing Blondie off of my dick and nodding to the mattress those cares had dissipated altogether.
“Get over here and lay down,” I commanded Blondie.
She did as she was told, climbing off of Brunette, and I grabbed her thighs to spread them apart once she was on her back. Her breasts were perky and full, and I couldn’t wait to see them bounce while I rammed into her.
“I like your tattoos,” Brunette said.
I spared her a wink, still figuring that if I wanted to get Blondie back here any time soon then I might as well be nice to her friend. The girl’s face was flushed and slick with sweat, and she must have finally been getting into the groove because she reached down to play with Blondie’s breasts beneath her hands.
Edging Blondie’s legs open a little further, I slipped on a condom and pushed slightly into her, teasing her with the tip of my dick. She bit her bottom lip and gazed up at me, her eyes wide and hungry. With a slow push, I moved into her, listening as her moans filled the air.
The sound of a door slamming almost made me stop. Almost. I craned my neck to listen, and when I didn’t hear anything else I continued forward. Brunette had leaned down to suck on one of Blondie’s nipples. Damn they were so damn firm, and the sight made my dick throb and thicken even more. I reached forward and slipped a hand between Brunette’s legs, deftly working my fingers into her wet slit.
Both girls were moaning as I thrust again and again into Blondie, her boobs bouncing just the way I had known they would. The sweat was sliding both down my back and between my abs, making a rain forest out of the bedroom.
A heavy knock sounded on the door.
Blondie did a little half gasp, half moan. “Who’s that?”
