Hard Steel: Erotic Motorcycle Club Romance (5 page)

Panting, I realized as my orgasm subsided, that I was clutching Cash’s head with both hands and that my thighs seemed like a vice around his neck. Releasing him, I lay in utter disbelief at the power of my first orgasm, the way it had made me feel alive in a way I’d never felt before. Looking up, I saw Cash sitting on the chair, stroking his cock, which was hard again.

“C’mere,” he said, and I sat up again. He reached forward and with one powerful arm swept me off the table; he had stopped stroking his dick and was holding me with both hands, my body suspended above his cock, legs straddling him on the wide chair.

“Oh, Cash,” I moaned, grabbing at my tits again, relishing the feeling of his strong arms on my body and the feeling of his cock pressed against my virgin pussy.

“This is going to hurt, teacup,” he whispered. I bit my lip and nodded, not caring, just needing to feel him filling me up. He was holding me by the waist, and suddenly I felt my body slammed down against his; a sharp, searing pain rushed through me and I felt a warm liquid burst inside my pussy.

I cried out and held Cash against me; his cock still wasn’t all the way in me, but I had to take some time to get used to the feeling. The pain was soon replaced by utter bliss. I wiggled my hips a little bit and a bit more of his cock slid into me. I felt his strong arms pulling me up and then releasing me, then again, each time filling me a little more.

We were so close that my clit was rubbing up against his chest each time, and soon he wasn’t lifting me at all, I was riding him, arms on his shoulders, using his body to lift myself up and down on his cock. I felt my pussy being stretched and filled beyond my wildest dreams, and needed more. I pushed Cash back further onto the chair and leaned forward, riding him quickly now, desperately. He grabbed my waist again and pushed me down, thrusting up into me.

“Oh, fuck, Cash, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, fuck me, oh god please fuck me deeper,” I panted. Cash slammed me down against him again, this time holding me down and thrusting up into me. I grabbed at my clit and started rubbing myself as he fucked me, feeling a tremendous pressure building up in my stomach, right above my pussy. Cash shot up so that he was sitting straight again, and his dick slid all the way into my pussy.

I felt the pressure explode and saw white as my pussy clenched around his cock, my body shaking and bucking against his. My legs turned to jelly and I collapsed against Cash, pussy still vibrating with pleasure as my orgasm subsided. Cash grabbed me against him one more time, pulling me close, and I felt more spurts of warm liquid bursting inside me as he came, releasing what felt like a bucket of cum into my pussy.

The feeling of his warm cum hitting my pussy made me come again, gentler this time, and I milked the rest of the cum from his dick as my pussy contracted against him. He shuddered once, then released me, leaning back onto the chair. I fell forward, wanting to keep his dick in me for as long as possible.

“That was a really, really good thank you, teacup,” Cash said, pushing me away slightly. As I looked into his eyes, I was happier than I could ever remember being. I didn’t have a single concern about who I was, how I’d gotten to be there, or what it meant for me. I was satisfied, for the first time in my life, and wanted to feel that way forever.

***

It had been two months since I first lost my virginity to Cash, and after that I’d come to see him every week, and soon I was seeing him twice a week, then three times, until eventually it turned into something I did every day; go to school, do my homework, and come have my brains fucked out by Cash. At first, it had just been a compulsion. Then, I realized, the more time we spent together, the more I had actual feelings for him.

This filled me with fear; what if he saw me as just a nice piece of ass? What if there were a hundred other girls just like me? He never told me anything about his business, or about what I had come to realize was a motorcycle club.

One day, as I pulled up to the bar, I made up my mind to tell him how I felt. Or, at least to ask him about the briefcases full of money, and the weird invoices, and all the other things I saw whenever we were in the office. I walked in and was surprised that I didn’t hear any of the usual yelling or laughter; everyone was huddled around a table in the back. As the door slammed, one of the older men, Horse, looked up.

“Oh, boy. You better get outta here now, teacup, today’s not a good day,” he yelled from across the bar, causing everyone else to look at me as well. Someone quickly shuffled some papers that had been lying on the table and shoved them into a folder.

“Oh, Cash didn’t say anything like that, so…” I said, scanning the room for him. He was nowhere in sight. My heart sped up as I realized this must be very serious, indeed; Cash was like the President or something, and nothing important happened without him. I’d learned that much.

“Yeah, Cash isn’t here today. We don’t know when he’s getting back, just wait for someone to call you,” said one of the other men; I recognized it as Drill’s voice. My mind raced. They didn’t know when he was getting back?

“What do you mean? Where is he? When will…” I started.

“He’s in County, sweetheart, now get lost, we’re trying to get your loverboy out,” someone cried from the back of the room. I wasn’t too familiar with their lingo: county? County what? County Commons? County Courthouse? County…Jail?

The realization hit me and my heart stopped. There was no way; he couldn’t be! What had he done? What was going to happen to him? Without even thinking, I turned around, ran back to my car, and looked up the directions to the county jail on my phone. I sped out of that parking lot like a madwoman.

As I drove, I regretted my outfit choice; this wasn’t prison-attire, that was for sure. I was wear a green, skin-tight camisole that showed off my ample cleavage, cutoff shorts that ended just below my ass, and sandals. I had my hair in a messy bun, the way Cash liked it. I was going to stick out like a sore thumb in the prison, and probably no one would listen to me, thinking I was just some skank.

I pulled up to an ominous, brick building, parked, and jumped out. I was desperate to see him, and didn’t care about how I looked. If nothing else, they should let me see him, I thought.

I threw the door open and stormed into the building; the front room was actually just a small office. There were two desks; behind one sat a man with a Sheriff’s uniform on, while the other was occupied by a regular cop. They both looked up with amusement as I barged in.

“Well, well. How can we help you, honey?” the Sheriff asked, a grin on his face. I hated him from the moment I saw him.

“I’m here to see someone. Cash,” I demanded. The two officers looked at each other and chuckled.

“Cash who? Or do you mean you want to pay us something?” the cop asked dismissively. I blushed as I realized I didn’t know Cash’s full name, or even if Cash was a part of his real name. But, I gathered myself together and returned their bemused stares with an angry glare.

“You know who I’m talking about,” I said. The men exchanged another amused look. I stomped my foot on the ground. “This isn’t funny. Let me see him.”

“Well, sorry, sweetheart, no visitors allowed,” the cop said with a smile. These assholes were getting off on me being upset. Why? Because they thought they’d caught a vicious criminal? My eyes filled with tears as I thought about Cash behind bars; how long would he be gone? What if it was years? I sniffled slightly, still furious, which only made my tears flow harder. The men now looked uncomfortable, as men usually do around sobbing females. I tried changing my approach.

“I’m sorry, I just really need to talk to him, it’s…it’s important,” I said between tears.

“Well, look, I’m really sorry, but rules are…” the cop started to say, but the Sheriff interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

“What kind of law enforcement would we be if we left a citizen in distress?” the Sheriff said, gazing at me, or more accurately, at my chest, which was heaving with each sob. “Take her back. Give her five minutes.” The cop shook his head but stood up nonetheless, and walking towards me he grabbed my arm.

“Should I search her, boss?” the cop asked the Sheriff. The Sheriff shook his head.

“Where could she even be hiding anything?” the Sheriff asked, still staring at my chest. I thought he had some good ideas where I could be hiding something, but I knew this wasn’t the time to start any more trouble. The cop held my arm and led me forward through a door and down a long hallway, then down another corridor that held a single jail cell.

“You got a visitor, Cash. And she’s real pretty,” yelled the cop. We approached the cell; Cash was standing with his hands gripping the bars. I ran up to him, taking his hands in mine.

“Teacup! How’d you find out where I was? What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here,” Cash said, his voice as full of authority as ever, but tinged with concern.

“They told me at the bar. What happened? Why are you here?” I asked, my voice raw from crying.

“Pigs think they got me on bootlegging charges. Nothing’s gonna stick, though, honey, don’t you worry. I’ll be outta here in no time,” he said, unconvincingly, but with that half-grin that always melted my heart. I pressed closer against the bars, happy to be finally close to him again after so much worrying.

“But…but…what if…” I stammered.

“No what if’s. I’ll be out. They can’t keep me long,” Cash said; he lifted one hand through the bars and stroked my hair. I turned to the cop, who was standing a few feet away.

“Can’t you give us some privacy?” I demanded.

“Sorry, ma’am, rules are rules,” the cop replied smugly. I pouted at him, putting on my best innocent face.

“Please? Just a few minutes?” I pleaded. The officer sighed and looked at his watch.

“No, ma’am, you shouldn’t even be here. I’m going on break in five minutes, so make this snappy.” I gave him a nasty look and turned back to Cash, who was staring at me with desire.

“I’m so sorry, what can I do?” I asked, leaning towards him again with my hands around the bars.

“You? Nothing, teacup. The boys will take care of this. You just sit tight, take care of yourself, and wait for me. I’ll be out soon, I promise,” Cash said, staring into my eyes. In that moment I could barely even understand that there was a barrier between us; it was just me and him.

“Well, I can do something, right now,” I whispered, taking my hands off the bars. I pulled down the straps on my top and pulled it down, exposing my perky, full breasts; the cold air made my nipples erect immediately.

“Now, stop now, none of that,” said the cop, walking towards me. I turned to him quickly.

“Oh, come on. What am I hurting? And don’t tell me you’re not interested in these, either,” I said, surprising myself with my own defiance and gall. I grabbed my tits and jiggled them; the cop stared, slack-jawed. Realizing he wasn’t going to try and protest further, I turned back to Cash, who was smiling in his cell.

Reaching his hands out, he grabbed my breasts and fondled them softly; I moaned at his touch and pressed my body against the bars, craving more. Cash lowered his head and kissed my nipples, which were sticking through the bars on his side. I reached up and grabbed the bars, thrusting myself further forward; I felt myself getting wet from Cash’s lips and tongue playing with my erect nipples.

My pussy was pressed against the bars, as well, and I felt Cash’s hand reach out and rub at my crotch through my jeans, making me moan again. Reaching down, I unzipped my jeans and Cash’s fingers reached through the bars and began stroking my clit.

“Oh, Cash,” I groaned; his mouth was still teasing my nipples, biting them gently and sucking on them, while his strong, rough finger rubbed at my clit. Looking over, I noticed a sizeable bulge growing in the cop’s pants. Pulling away, I spun around so that my back was pressed against the cell bars; I shimmied my hips until my cut-off shorts fell to a pool around my ankles; since I never wore panties anymore, my shaved pussy and plump, juicy ass were fully exposed.

“Wanna watch me get my little pussy fucked, Officer?” I asked, teasingly. The cop was playing with the bulge in his pants now, and didn’t respond, just stared at my luscious young body. Behind me, I felt Cash’s huge dick pressing against my pussy through the bars of the cell. His arm snaked around my waist and found my clit again; his other hand reached around my chest and fondled my breast, squeezing it. My body was heightened by the cold air in the room and feel of cold metal pressed against my back.