Ridden Hard: Taken by the Heaven's Assassins MC (5 page)

Wait. Stop it, Annabelle. You’re supposed to be mortified by all this!

“So, what do you think, boy?” asks Jagger. “Does this tasty little piece of ass please you?”

Ben shrugs nonchalantly. “Eh, she’s okay... I suppose.”

Even overcome by fright and the hopelessness of my situation, that offhand comment somehow still manages to anger me.
Okay?
How dare the little twerp! I’m
way
hotter than just
okay!

“Well, then... what you waiting for? Do the Assassins name proud and make this horny little bitch your first of many fuck toys!”

Abruptly jerking me straight, the bouncer shoves me over to one of the scarred pool tables and bends me face down on top. I struggle to keep an eye on what’s happening around and especially behind me, but he squashes my cheek flat against the green felt where I can barely see anything.

It smells like stale beer and chalk.

“Just stay there, be quiet, and this will all be over before you know it,” he growls.

After what Jagger said, I’m somehow doubtful of that.

Immediately, I feel callused hands grope my naked body – and not just one or two, but many. They’re rubbing between my legs, squeezing my ass, worming under my chest and pinching my nipples.

A younger, smoother voice speaks. “Uh, I’ll take it from here, guys.”

The rough hands disappear one by one, to be replaced by just one, on my back, with far softer skin. Four trembling fingers trace the repeating bumps of my spine, as if counting them, swoop gently around my left side, and then curl under the soft lower swell of my buttock before reaching the swollen folds of my sex. The fingers press against my bulging lips and push progressively further between my legs, until they come upon my sensitive clit and work to tease it from beneath its protective little dome – and then suddenly jam it cruelly into my pubic bone, prompting me to yelp and jump from the explosion of painful pleasure.

As Ben’s fingers mash my poor, screaming clit in rapid circles, I feel his thumb penetrate my pussy and press downwards, stretching me wide open and allowing the cool air to strike the wet interior of my canal.

Oh god – can everyone in the bar see
inside
me now?

“P-p-please don’t do this,” I whimper weakly. “You know this isn’t right!”

The hand abruptly pulls away, and for a moment I think my pleas might have reached him – but then I hear the metal clanging of a belt buckle being undone, followed by a zipper ripping open.

“Fucking hell, kid!” blurts out Jagger. “She’s sure as hell gonna feel
that one!”

My heart rate doubles. Even from my limited vantage point squashed against the pool table, I can see at least thirty people watching me. Most seem excited, and a few are even not-so-discretely attending to bulges in their pants, or touching other women in the crowd in provocative ways.

This is all just so
wrong!
Won’t someone put an end to this, this... depravity?

Moments later, something very different from a finger touches my pussy. It’s large, and soft and rubbery... and promptly forces itself between my inner lips, where it rubs up and down my furrow, thoroughly coating itself in my wetness. I wish I wasn’t so wet. It’s embarrassing that people might think I actually like this!

The object then stops, pressed tight to my threshold. Pulsing. Tantalizing me.

Two hands wrap around the flare of my hips, and squeeze my flesh experimentally. I let out a shuddering breath, knowing exactly what’s about to come next.

But when nothing happens for several seconds, Jagger grunts and yells out, “C’mon, kid! Stop dicking around and pop that fuckin’ cherry already! Don’t be scared – you’ll love pussy!”

With a deep, almost irritated sigh, Ben applies a very slight pressure with his cock. I feel the tight mouth of my sex begin to stretch agonizingly slowly around the broad, acorn shape of his glans, stretching further and further as it expands to accommodate his impressive girth – and then suddenly snaps tight around his shaft, as the thickest part of the flare pops inside me.

Oh god – he’s really going to fuck me in front of all these people!

“Oh god!” I moan aloud in a decidedly erotic manner – just as Ben growls and lunges forwards, sheathing his entire length inside my pussy in a single, brutal motion that slams my body up against the side of the pool table.

I let out an ear-piercing scream and twist helplessly as Ben pulls back and lunges into me again, and again, and again, battering my sweaty body like it’s some lifeless sex doll, until it becomes painfully clear that there’s nothing I can do – this is happening whether I want it to or not!

The next few minutes are only a blur of me sobbing quietly into the green felt as I’m brutally fucked by a baby-faced teenager in front of dozens of witnesses, none of whom appear the least bit shy about displaying their perverted pleasure of my marked displeasure.

Eventually, though, I bring my emotions under control and find myself evaluating the situation more critically. I know Jagger said that Ben was a virgin, but the confidence of the teenager’s thrusting – along with the fact that he’s lasted more than sixty seconds – has me strongly doubting that. My mind wanders, and I find myself wondering what he looks like naked. He’s probably circumcised, unlike his uncle, although he seems just as big and girthy inside me – maybe even more so. Is he as fit as he looked under those clothes? He’s so young – so how much body hair does he have?

My mind snaps back to the present when Ben backs off slightly, and I feel the broad pad of his thumb rub the creases of my asshole in slow, determined circles.

I involuntarily shiver and wiggle my ass invitingly. I’ve never been a fan of anal sex – I find it too uncomfortable, so I tend to avoid it at all costs – but that doesn’t mean I don’t mind a little anal
play
now and again. In fact, when I’m by myself it’s the one place on my body that still makes me feel incredibly naughty to touch for pleasure – and as such, usually plays a starring role in my biggest orgasms.

Ben, however, wasn’t merely looking to touch. Before I even know what’s happening, his thumb jerks down and shoves my anus half inside body, before suddenly pushing clear through the clenched orifice and burying itself right up to the last knuckle.

“Oh my fuck...” I groan in a combination of both pain and pleasure. His thumb’s a hell of a lot thicker than my fingers!

Curling the digit inside me and hooking it around the twitching ring of my sphincter, Ben resumes taking even strokes in and out of my pussy, shaking my entire body with the repeated force of his impacts. Again and again he rams into me – god, the boy is a freaking sex machine – and, judging by the impressive way he’s stretching me in every direction, definitely has nothing to be embarrassed about in the locker room!

Out of the blue, Ben whips his cock out and lifts my feet right off the floor – using nothing more than the thumb hooked inside my asshole!

I shriek out in pain as every muscle in my body tenses in shock – which happens to be the exact same moment that an unexpected flood of hot liquid erupts between my legs, hissing and spurting uncontrollably for several alarming seconds.

After a stunned moment of complete silence, the entire bar erupts into riotous laughter. Myself, I can’t see anything and have no idea what just happened to me – and can only feel the wetness trickling down the insides of my thighs.

I sure hope I didn’t just pee...

Then again, it would serve him right!

Left dangling by my tailbone a few inches in the air, I awkwardly twist around – and am taken aback to discover that it’s not Ben holding me up... it’s the bouncer, with his fat thumb jammed in my ass! The huge man grins for the first time that night, and then suddenly grabs me with his other hand and easily flips me over, dropping me on the hard pool table surface on my back, and directly beneath the harsh lighting... putting my naked body on display like center ring at a circus.

Removing his pants and underwear, Ben springs up on the table and places both hands under my knees, lifting and spreading my legs wide open. Offered my first real look at Ben’s naked body as he kneels in front of me, I expect to be repulsed simply because of what he’s doing to me – but instead find myself unusually attracted to his youthful, athletic physique... and entirely excited by
what he’s doing to me.

Shit! Did I actually
want
him to go through with this, in front of all these strangers? Am I that screwed up in the head?

My answer comes in the form of a burning, longing ache in my pussy. It doesn’t care where, or with who... it simply wants to be filled. To come.

Crawling up on top of me, I feel Ben’s long cock probe urgently between my legs. When he finds the spot he’s looking for, the teen immediately lunges forwards, sliding inside my pussy inch by stretching inch, until our pubic bones bump together and my clit explodes with pleasure.

Ben flexes his cock, and it can feel it throbbing, moving deep inside me. There’s no longer any doubt in my mind that if he continues, I’m going to come. Publically. But I can’t let that happen... can I? Hopelessly confused by a whirlwind of emotion, I groan and throw my head back against the pool table.

Leaning low, Ben whispers in my ear as he resumes thrusting. “Just so you know, Anna... you’re not in any real danger.”

“Oh fuck!” I squeak, barely hearing his words over the rapid beating of my own heart. “B-but... but Jagger said—”

“My uncle’s all about appearances: the ruthless badass biker boss. Sure, he and the guys do a ton of criminal shit... he’s even taken out a few rivals... but murdering women just ain’t on the table.”

Feeling the heat of everyone’s eyes focused on the two of us, it takes me a moment to formulate an answer. “But... forcing me to fuck you in public, on this table... that’s on the table?”

Ben snorts. The speed and force of his thrusting increases; his hips drawing far back and slamming against my crotch hard enough to shake my breasts and knock the air from my lungs. “C’mon, girl... I know you’ve been here before. I’ve seen you prowling. This is what you wanted to happen, and you know it.”

“The fuck it is!” I hiss emphatically. “And what the hell would you know about what a woman wants anyways? You’re just some clueless virgin kid.”

Ben’s lunging takes on an angry edge. “Yeah? Well, I’m fuckin’ old enough to know that your holes are gonna get more cocks shoved in them than a hooker with a Groupon!” His voice lowers. “And... and I know I’m gonna pump your bitch cunt so fulla cum, that my swimmers are still gonna be staining your panties a fuckin’
week
from now.”

Sensing an abrupt darkening of his mood, I gulp. “Wait, what? That doesn’t sound like something a virg—”

“Oh, fucking hell, Anna!” interrupts Ben. “Turn on your brain, will ya? The only people who think I’m a virgin are my clueless mom and uncle. To the rest of my high school... I’m the guy who’s already knocked up
five
fuckin’ cheerleaders.” He says that like he’s proud. “Say... are you on the pill? Because three of them were!”

With a sudden rush of lust, my last remaining mental reluctance snaps and my body flashes prickly hot. With a low, raspy moan, I hunch my hips in a sharp rolling motion up against Ben’s abdomen, directing his pistoning cock to jam into my already swollen G-spot.

“Oh, fucking hell... just shut up and fuck me, you arrogant little bastard!” I scream out at the top of my lungs, not even believing that the words could be mine as they pass my lips.

For a moment, Ben’s resolved face flashes to a look of genuine, childlike surprise – exposing a brief crack in his macho façade – but then the look vanishes, and the speed of his fucking increases dramatically. With the dull ache of pleasure in my pussy taking on a tight, urgent edge, all I can do is dig my fingernails into the teen’s muscled back and hold on for dear life as his thick cock plows in and out with lewd, wet squelching sounds.

“Fuck me harder, you fucking little prick! Be a man and make me come!”

“You’ll come when I fucking tell you to,” growls Ben.

As if I’m gonna listen to a kid!

Sucking in a huge lungful of air, I let it all out in a single, blood-curdling scream as the electrified tingle of mounting pleasure in my pussy abruptly escalates into the agony of imminent sexual release. Feeling the muscles in my abdomen tighten as my climax nears, I begin to lose track of where I am, who’s all around me, and even the fact that countless people are getting off to our exhibitionistic act.

And then, Ben slides his arm under the small of my back and jerks our bodies together. His crotch smashes into mine, forcing his long cock so extraordinarily deep that it feels like the tip is wedged right up against my cervix.

Holding himself steady, Ben makes a low, almost gurgling moan that sets the hairs on my arm on end... which is precisely when I feel the length of his cock lurch and swell thicker inside me, followed by the immediate sensation of an intense heat expanding deep within my core.