His Sloe Screw: The Cocktail Girls Page 6

  Fuck, I loved her already.

  Brady was sitting on the leather sofa in front of his gigantic curved screen high definition set, his pride and joy and the dream of most bachelors.

  He craned his head around and I thought his eyes were going to bug out of his head when he realized who my guest was.

  “Uh, hey there. Kitty. Wow, shit. Do you want something? I think I’ve got some water in the fridge. Or a beer. Or…damn, I wasn’t expecting company.”

  “She’s here for my dick, don’t worry about the beverages,” I said and pulled my boots off, one by one.

  Brady sputtered a little more and Kitty, to her credit, didn’t blush at that. She hooked her hand on the crook of my arm and smiled widely. “I might need something later though, but I’m sure Hatch can take care of that.”

  “I’ll run out for Red Bulls if you have trouble keeping up,” I chuckled.

  I led her past Brady who still hadn’t gotten up from the sofa. He was in his track suit and had a bucket of greasy fried chicken on his lap with a couple beers on the coffee table. A typical night for him it seemed.

  “Nice place you have here,” Kitty said as we rounded the corner down the hall towards the back bedroom where I stayed.

  “Thanks,” Brady replied. “Will you be staying for breakfast?”

  I closed the door behind us before we could answer, I couldn’t even fathom the idea of making small talk with my friend while Kitty was on my arm, ready and willing and tasting as good as she did.

  “Fucking finally,” I said and turned to her. “Get out of that dress, kitten. I want you naked.”

  Her eyes widened just the slightest amount, as if she’d expected me to romance her out of her clothes, but I’d been waiting my whole life for this. I had no patience.

  “You too,” she said and slipped her dress up over her thighs, paused and gave me a look that had me tearing off my shirt before I took my next breath.

  I dropped it on the floor and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and also paused, looking her up and down. “Your move, kitten.”

  She slid her dress up to her breasts and hesitated, looked down to where my hands rested on my zipper and lifted an eyebrow suggestively. “Come on, fair is fair.”

  I laughed and pulled my zipper down, dragged my jeans down over my hips just to the top of my dick. Kitty realized I was commando and gasped, laughed and pulled her dress over her head at last.

  She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her panties had been left on the seat of my truck, so she was finally completely naked, and she was beautiful.

  I had to catch up, I began to drag my jeans down my legs, but Kitty surprised me by leaning down and doing it for me. She sunk slowly with them, and whispered, “Damn,” when my cock finally sprung free.

  I stepped out of my pants and kicked them to the side, and reached to help her up.

  “I like the view from down here,” she said, looking up at me from where she was on her knees.

  “You look incredible,” I said, trying to let it happen naturally, as much as I wanted to toss her onto my bed and ravage her right then and there.

  I tried to think about the last woman I’d been with and came up blank. Five years in prison, before that I hadn’t been a virgin but I hadn’t exactly fucked all the whores in the clubhouse like some of the guys either.

  Had it been closer to six years since I’d been with a woman? I might not have to worry about claiming Kitty as mine, I might end up having a fucking heart attack before I finally got inside of her.

  She grasped my rock hard cock and slid her hands up and down the shaft, looking at it like a starving woman at a buffet.

  “You are massive,” she exhaled and licked her lips slowly and moved towards the head, licked it and opened her mouth.

  “You don’t have to—“

  I was going to tell her she didn’t have to give me a blowjob, especially if it was too much for her, but before I could finish my sentence she took my cock in her mouth and began to suck.

  I lost all words as my brain lit on fire and the world melted away. All that was left was my cock, Kitty’s mouth, and the way they felt together.

  Her tongue worked around the tip, the underside and the slit while she pumped the shaft with her hands. I wanted to come right away, my body was so taut with need and tension that I could barely hang on to my sanity.

  “Fuck, kitten…your mouth…” I groaned and pumped forward a little, but not too much but I didn’t want to choke my beautiful girl.

  She pushed farther, taking me deeper, moaning against my cock.

  I wrapped my fingers in her hair and held her tight, pumped her mouth and growled like a fucking savage animal.

  She did it to me, she turned me into a savage. I was an animal with her, and yet she could tame me into control.

  “I want to feel your pussy,” I rasped, so close to the edge, but wanting to extend this moment for longer, to stretch out our first time so I could capture every second in my memory.

  She slid her lips along my cock one last time, slurped the head and pulled off, looking up at me with such a look of pure sex that I almost shot my load right then.

  But control. I had control. So I took her hand, pulled her to standing, lifted her into my arms and kissed her again, holding her body against mine. She was almost weightless to me, her perfect body fitting along mine as if we were built for each other, carved from the same piece of timber.

  We kissed until I lost all sense of time and place, nothing existed but our bodies and our mouths, here with her nothing else mattered.

  I lifted her a little more and the head of my cock pressed against her abdomen. She writhed and twisted, climbed up even farther, my hands cupped under her ass and held her tight.

  I adjusted myself just enough that I hit her sopping pussy, I felt the heat radiating from her and heard her sharp intake of breath. “Tell me you want it,” I commanded and held her poised on the tip of my dick.

  She wiggled and tried to slide down, force my cock inside of her, but I held her firm. She whined and nipped at my neck in urgency, but I wouldn’t relent. I wanted to hear it from her lips.

  “Tell me.”

  “I want you,” she said in a breathy tone. “I want you so bad, Hatch, come on.”

  “I want you too, kitten,” I said with a smug tone. “But you have to say it.”

  She inhaled a long, quivering breath, looked me in the eyes and finally said, “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

  At those words, all civility broke free and the dam of desire that had been built up inside of me for the past six years let loose.

  I relaxed my grip, thrust upwards, and in one smooth motion I buried myself balls deep inside her hot, velvety cunt.

  And it was everything I’d imagined, and more.

  14

  Kitty

  I cried out as Hatch’s thick cockhead pushed forward and slipped deep inside of me. It was so strange, here we were finally making my fantasy a reality and yet somehow my mind couldn’t quite accept that it was happening.

  It felt like a dream. It was so good, and his thickness filled me so perfectly that it was surreal. As if we truly had been made for each other, from head to toe, as if all our parts lined up exactly as they were meant to.

  “You’re so wide,” I groaned as he lifted me up, his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me in place. “Oh Hatch, you’re stretching my pussy with your thick dick.”

  “Your pussy is so tight,” he growled and his hot breath hit my ear, making me shiver. “Your cunt is so hot.”

  He walked me to the bed, sliding me up and down on his rock hard dick as we moved. I clung to his neck and threw my head back, letting my long hair brush down the back of me. I cried out as he gave one final, hard thrust before laying me gently down, his cock never leaving the tight space of my pussy.

  “Fuck me, Hatch,” I moaned, language I wasn’t used to using. Language that would normally make me blush red hot from the tips of my toes to
the tops of my ears. But with Hatch it spilled out of me, it was natural and it was right to talk to him like that. My man needed to know what a stud he was, and I was his biggest cheerleader. “Split me open with that fat cock, baby.”

  I dug my fingers into his back and pulled him deeper until I felt him wince at the pain of my grip. He kept ploughing me fast though, whatever effect my nails had on him didn’t slow him or make him miss a beat.

  He slammed so hard into me that the slapping of our bodies coming together and the ragged sounds of our breathing was the only thing I heard in the room.

  I cried out at last as my orgasm crested and built beyond the point of return, my voice echoing in the small room, joining the sounds of our sex.

  “You’re almost there,” Hatch snarled and fucked me faster. “Come on, kitten, come for me. Let me feel your sweet little cunt tighten up and milk my balls. Come for me, kitten…”

  I screamed my response as my body crashed hard, falling into a raging river of orgasmic fury that left my muscles tense and my throat raw from crying out.

  Hatch paused above me, stared into my eyes and I felt every muscle in his body twist and knot under my fingers.

  “Fill my pussy, Hatch,” I groaned, “fuck me hard and flood my cunt with your seed. Come with me, let’s come together.”

  I writhed in the sweet ecstasy of the moment. It was as if time stopped and our bodies hung suspended somewhere outside of it, it our own pocket of pleasure.

  Nothing else mattered at that moment. Nothing else had any meaning.

  The only thing in the world that existed was my orgasm and his, our bodies joined as one and our souls slipping together in one perfect declaration of love.

  “I’m coming, kitten, just for you…” Hatch’s breath was faster then, and he was making little moans and growls under his breath that drove me wild.

  I felt his cock harden even more, if that was possible, and pulse. Heat flooded me and I screamed in triumph, clinging to him, and bit his neck to quiet my voice.

  He was so unbelievable sexy, so hot, and so god damned virile I thought I might be able to taste his spunk, it hit me so hard inside.

  “Yes,” I hissed and clawed at him. “Yes, I can feel it, I can feel your cum. I can feel your load, my big stallion. Fuck, yes.”

  He grunted one last time, thrust hard and closed his eyes, his cock pulsing harder as he drained the last of his cum into my waiting pussy.

  “Your cunt wants it all,” he rasped, “I can feel it sucking me dry.”

  Our bodies stretched and our limbs entwined until we were drawn back like a bow waiting to be released.

  And at last that release snapped us into a beautiful, intense wave of bliss. I cried out and he growled, and he fell onto the bed beside me, our limbs loose and weakened by the force of our mutual orgasms.

  He rolled to the side, pulled me into his arms and I rested my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beating inside his massive, muscled body and it seemed to be in exact time with mine.

  “That was…damn,” he rasped and hugged me tighter. “I mean it’s been a while, but from what I remember, your pussy is the most incredible cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of sampling.”

  “How long is a while?” I asked, thinking of my own long dry spell of almost a year.

  “Well let’s see,” he said and seemed to be adding things up. “Six years.”

  I jerked up and stared at him, laughed and said, “Six years. Yeah right, your balls would have turned blue and fallen off by now. Come on, how long?”

  He looked at me, held me close and nodded. “Yes, six years. It’s been that long. And yes, it feels like they should have fallen off but they didn’t. I was waiting for you, kitten. I was saving it all for you.”

  “Well…that’s something.” I didn’t know how to respond to him, what could I say? I still hardly believed that he was telling the truth. “Why so long? Why did you wait? Were you celibate?”

  “Not by choice,” he chuckled sardonically. “Not by choice at all.”

  He took a deep breath and exhaled it in a long sigh. He shifted so his arm was free and he held it out, showing me his full sleeve tattoo. “Do you recognize any of these?” He indicated a few of the designs mixed in with gorgeous artwork of Koi fish and fantasy landscapes.

  I furrowed my brow and looked both his arms up and down, some of the images seemed somewhat familiar but I couldn’t place them.

  “No, not that I can remember.”

  “I was in prison. It wasn’t chosen celibacy, but forced on me when I was locked up.”

  I tensed up and began to withdraw mentally, like my defensive walls popped up, taking me away from him emotionally.

  “It wasn’t anything horrible,” he said, as if sensing my inner turmoil. “Cocaine. That’s it.”

  “That’s it? That’s still pretty bad. For five years you would have had to be caught with a ton of coke, or have some connections to some pretty bad people in the business.”

  His eyebrows raised and he seemed surprised. “Yeah, not too much but I had connections.”

  “Biker gang?” I asked carefully, a little nervous of his response. I had promised myself I’d never get caught up with somebody who was leading a life of crime, but if Hatch was still involved in the lifestyle it would be a tough decision to make.

  He chuckled. “Is it that obvious? I guess the scruff, the tattoos and the leather jacket gave me away.”

  “It’s blank though. You don’t have a club logo.”

  “Not on the one I wear, but I was with the Blood Soldiers, down in California. Not anymore though, I’m out of the life.”

  I relaxed and snuggled back into his arm, lay my head down on his chest again and breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t a biker anymore, he had left the gang.

  I could date him. I could be his after all.

  15

  Hatch

  We spent the good part of the night fucking like teenagers discovering sex for the first time.

  I supposed for me it was, it had been long enough I felt like I’d earned back my virginity but Kitty made quick work of that.

  I woke to her mouth on my already hard cock and finished in her mouth, she drank me down hungrily and climbed on top when I didn’t soften afterwards.

  Six years without sex, five of them in prison surrounded by men, it was better than Viagra for keeping me hard. Kitty of course had something to do with it too, my god her mouth and pussy were hot and wet and like nothing I’d ever had, even in the years I’d been free and running with the gang.

  We fell back asleep after that, the time unknown and both of us unconcerned about the intrusions of the real world into our comfortable little nest. I woke a couple hours later, but she was still sleeping.

  I wasn’t a romantic type, but my kitten sent my mind reeling with thoughts of our life together. Running off, working hard, building a house somewhere, watching her get big with my child.

  Loving and living and creating something together, our hearts and souls bound together for the rest of our lives.

  Growing old together, having our grandkids on our knees…I could see our entire world unfold in front of us and it was glorious.

  I didn’t want to frighten her with my thoughts, but I had a strong feeling she was feeling it too. She was sensing the slow joining of us together.

  I watched her sleep, the curtain was open just a crack and a bright vein of sunlight sliced through into the room, falling on Kitty’s breast. It illuminated her skin, making her glow white and her tattoos shine with vivid colors.

  It enhanced my feelings for her, it made me love her even more. Even more than the love I had at that moment. With each breath my love grew greater.

  So yeah, I wasn’t a romantic type, but lying there with Kitty in my arms had me certain I could write greeting cards or some sappy shit, the ideas and thoughts were flowing in my head so forcefully, like a rising river.

  She moaned in her sleep and turned towards me, as if see
king me in her subconscious.

  I held her closer and she tucked her head in the crook of my arm and nuzzled against my chest. She murmured sleep thick words that I didn’t quite catch, but whatever she said made my heart swell with pride and the urge to protect her.

  I kissed the top of her head and saw her eyelashes fluttering as she surfaced into waking.

  “Hey, my big sexy stallion,” she said in a husky tone.

  My cock responded instantly and she wiggled back onto me and rode me into the light of the new day.

  When we were finished and showered, we sat at Brady’s little kitchen table and planned out our day.

  “I do have to work later on,” she said, munching on a piece of toast and sipping her strong black coffee.

  “Me too, that bar needs to be installed today,” I replied, drinking my own coffee.

  We hesitated then, unsure of what to say to one another. Finally I laughed and said, “I’ll give you a ride, kitten. You’re not trapped out here in the burbs.”

  “Oh good,” she said, relief softening her features. “I thought maybe you were going to pull the old hump and dump and point me to the nearest bus stop.”

  “I like the hump part, but I’ll never dump. That’s my promise. You’re stuck with me, Kitty. You might as well get used to having me around.”

  She actually blushed, it only served to make her even more appealing. She really had thought I might consider this a one night stand, how little she had underestimated me and my desire to possess her completely.

  We took our time into the city, I parked in the employee’s garage under The Millennium, and we kissed a little at my truck and in the stairwell to the club’s back entrance.

  But after that it was all business. Kitty tugged at her dress, grinned and said, “I have to go change, it’s pretty obvious that I’m wearing the same thing as last night.”

  “You go get into a new dress and I’ll be here working on the bar until you get back. If you take your time, it will be installed by then.”