Page 24 of Stonewall

I felt him get to his knees behind me, and oh, I felt his nose near my pussy where he was smelling me. “You smell fucking delicious; I need to have a taste.” Lenny pulled my panties down around my legs and off, sitting them on the bike by my face. “Do you smell your arousal? You are wet for me, Brooke, so fucking wet….” His words trailed off as he spread my legs further, his tongue licking my folds as his hands held my ass cheeks open.

I started squirming with need, but his hands kept me still as he licked and sucked. Finally, his tongue found my opening and shoved inside. I could hear my moans as my pleasure grew. I suddenly felt his thumbs probing my other hole, and I stiffened. “Easy, Brooke, it’ll feel good. I’m guessing you haven’t tried ass play. Trust me and relax. I will make you feel so good, sweetheart,” he assured me as he continued his assault on my pussy with his tongue while his thumbs massaged my backend.

I allowed myself just to feel the sensation, and he was right. I felt my orgasm start to build, my moans so loud in the quiet of the evening, my pussy gyrating on his mouth. “Come for me, Brooke,” he commanded as his tongue flicked over my clit, pushing me over the edge with a scream.

Before I could come down from the high, I was flipped around and my back on the seat. I watched Lenny roll on a condom before anchoring my legs around his waist and pushing his cock inside me with a growl, “Damn, you’re tight. You feel so damn good squeezing my cock.” His hands moved to play with my boobs giving them little slaps before pinching my nipples as I kept my legs tight around his waist, moving my body to meet each of his thrusts.

Lenny removed his hands from my boobs to grasp hold of my thighs and spread my legs wide so he could see his cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. I felt my stomach start to tingle with another orgasm watching him. “Play with your tits; pinch those pretty pink nipples for me.” I did as he asked and was amazed at how aroused I became with each command he gave me.

“Keep your legs spread so I can see your pretty pussy stretching around my cock.” I could tell he was close. His breathing was heavy, and he was picking up speed, his hands going behind my back to pull me forward into his chest as he rode me fast and hard, his lips finding mine, his tongue mimicking his thrusts.

I was a goner; I lost all train of thought, my body humming from head to toe as my orgasm rose within me, and before I knew it, I felt like I was falling over the edge of a cliff as my heart practically stopped as I gave a scream of pleasure going limp in his arms as Lenny gave a throaty growl followed by, “So fucking good.” He moaned; I could feel his cock pulsating inside me as he came in the condom.

We held each other, my hand stroking his back while we came down from our intense orgasms. I have never had sex this good; I thought this kind of sex was a fantasy made for the romance novels Tildie read all the time. And this was on a bike; I wonder what Lenny is capable of in a bed.

My heart sped up with the possibilities.

FUCK, THAT WASthe hardest orgasm I have ever had. I thought my heart was going to explode. I pulled back, looking at a sated Brooke, flushed, her blue eyes the softest I had ever seen them. I was still joined with her, so I pulled my softening cock out of her and kissed her softly before taking a step back. I saw her shiver; it was dark now, and the air had a slight chill.

“We better get dressed,” I said, moving away to take care of the condom. We hurriedly put our clothes back on, and I pulled her back into my arms. “Did I hurt you? I got carried away and forgot about your bruised ribs.”

She snuggled further into my hold. “I’m fine. Even if they did hurt, it would have been so worth it to experience that,” she said, her voice sleepy.

“You still up for that ride to town? You sound like you could crawl into bed.”

“Yeah, I’ll grab a coffee in town to wake me up; unless you want to go back and crawl into bed; I’m more than game.”

I chuckled, “We’ll do both. Let’s get something to eat and head back to the clubhouse to finish what we started here.” I knew Brooke would be perfect for me, and I couldn’t wait to get those long legs wrapped around me again.

I straddled the seat and waited for Brooke to get settled behind me before starting the bike and making our way back onto the main road into town. Fucking her on my bike was hot as shit, and we will definitely be doing it again. The image of Brooke naked, leaning over my bike, is one that I won’t ever forget.

I pulled into the rear entrance of Club Tattoo, anxious to show Brooke my shop. I had never wanted to share my work with a woman before, and I found myself a little nervous about what she would think. I’ve always found myself drawing since I was a small kid, and when I got old enough, I started shadowing Bones, the club’s tattoo guy who taught me everything I know, and when he retired, I took over and gave the shop a makeover.

Inking was my therapy and helped calm my mind.

I took her hand, leading her to the back door and unlocking it. I flipped the lights as we entered, lighting the hallway as she followed me to the central area of the shop, where I flipped on more lights. I tried to see my shop through her eyes. The floor was dark wood, almost black, the walls a deep red, and there were three stations with a black chair, stool, and table filled with our instruments. One wall had a big Club Tattoo logo on it, almost covering the entire wall.

Brooke walked straight to my station, pointing to the artwork and pictures of my more intricate tattoo jobs were hanging. “This is your station,” she stated.

I gave her a surprised look. “How did you know that was my station?”

“This artwork screams you. These designs and work fit the man I have come to know,” she answered, her eyes still scanning my work on the wall.

I pointed to the design I drew just for her. “What do you think about this one?” I asked. It was sexy blue eyes with crystals for pupils, backlit by different tones of swirling blues.

“I love it,” she said softly.

“Good, because I drew that specifically for my crystal eyes, and you need to decide where you want it on your gorgeous body,” I told her, walking up next to Brooke as she gazed at the design.

“Really? I’ve never had anyone do anything with just me in mind. But, gosh, I don’t know where I would put it.” Her eyes stayed fixed on the wall as if she was uncomfortable with someone doing something for her and didn’t know how to react.

Fucking Flex. I was curious about one thing.

“I noticed you don’t have any tattoos. I would have figured Flex would have marked you. But, mind you, I’m glad he didn’t.” I didn’t want to think of what Reader told us about how the women were claimed in front of the club. Bunch of pussies.

She looked at me, then gave me a bitter laugh, “Flex refused to give me his mark until I became the wife he wanted. And I was never going to be that woman, and he didn’t understand that I didn’t give a shit about his mark claiming me.”

I reached for her wrapping her in my arms. “Flex is history, you’re my woman now, and I want you just the way you are.”

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