Ignition (BBW Alpha Male MC Biker Romance) (4 page)

     Victor
raised her legs over her head as he pounded into her, hearing the sharp slap of
skin and watching her juices coat his shaft.  Victor gave several more sharp
thrusts and throbbed his release in her.  Through gritted teeth she heard him
moan as he came in several hot liquid bursts filling her fixed tight channel. 
Her pussy seized as she came hard to clutch and spasm around his draining cock. 
He held her for a few minutes, giving her light kisses over her breasts and
shoulders.

     “Sorry,
but I have to go.  I’ll be back as soon as I can get back to you.  I hope this
was enough to tide you over for now.  And to thank you for everything.” 

     He got
up and picked his bunched clothes up off the ground.  Walking to the washroom,
Olivia heard him run the sink as he cleaned himself up.  Scrambling to grab her
clothes, she put them on under the covers and rested in the bed for a moment. 
She heard the tap shut and spoke to him.

     “If you
want to pack something before going, you can take something from the fridge or
cupboard.  I went grocery shopping a few days ago and there should be something
you can take with you.”

    
“Thanks.  I think I will have a look.  I am starting to get a little hungry,”
he shouted from the bathroom.

     “Ok,
hon.  I think I’ll go for a run.  To try and lose some of my ice cream weight. 
I’ll leave you an extra set of house keys so you can lock it up, ok?”

     “Sure
thing, Livvie.”  Victor came out of the washroom to give her a quick kiss on
the forehead, followed by a longer kiss, probing her mouth again with his
tongue.  “You have a good workout.  Although, I don’t see how you can run a
marathon after what we just had.”

     Olivia
replied, “Going for a run somehow helps me sort things out in life.  It gives
me clarity.  It’s kind of my meditation.”

     Victor
responded.  “Ok, have fun.”

     Olivia watched
him leave to go back to the washroom, and then she bolted to the basement.  She
quickly grabbed a large black blanket she stored in a large open box in the
corner and walked outside with it.  She opened the door to the white van,
crawled behind the bike, and hid herself under her blanket.  Her nerves were
giddy with excitement.  Up until now, she had led such a boring life.  Now,
with Victor in the picture, she was going to live a little.  And see how the
other half dealt with things.  Goodbye old Olivia, the girl who lost her
virginity too late in life, and who always carefully and precisely weighed her
options before choosing between, say, wearing the blue shirt or the red shirt
for the day.  It was the start of a new mindset, of taking risks, and like it
or not, she was going to get Victor to share it with her.  She hid in the back
under her blanket with her phone on silent mode, waiting for Victor to get in
the van and leave.

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     Before
he got into the van, he texted her.  She felt the buzz in her back pocket and
took it out to read it.  “Thank you for everything, see you soon. XOXO Victor.”
Aww how sweet.

     She
then heard him open the door and slide into the driver’s seat.  He started the
vehicle, and drove for a good forty minutes, with the last twenty of them over
a bumpy road.  She thought it sounded like dirt or gravel in the last stretch. 
In the meantime, he had the radio on, blasting to some New Country radio
station.  He was singing to some of the songs he recognized.  And he was gawdawful
bad.  If perfect pitch was indeed genetic, he missed the coin toss on that
option.  She heard the crunch of gravel under the tires as he slid to a stop. 
He opened the driver door and got out.  Five minutes later, she heard the side
door of the van open.  She heard the heavy thump of boxes being set down on the
floor of the van.  Peeking out from under the blanket, she could see that they
were wooden crates, of various sizes.  She heard Victor walk away, with the
sound of stone hitting boot.  He came back once more with a few more crates and
a bike helmet.  The side door of the van slammed shut and she heard Victor walk
away.  Stealing a glance out the front windshield, she gauged her
surroundings.  They were in a wooded area, with trees surrounding a clearing. 
In the middle of the clearing, was a large steel warehouse.  Olivia tucked back
inside the blanket before she had the chance to be caught.

     Victor
got back into the van and shut the door.  He started the vehicle and began
driving.  She lay in the back of the van, feeling the bumps of the dirt/gravel
road for another twenty minutes again.  Then they drove for a bit.  She felt
the van pick up and hit a high speed.  She guessed they were finally back in
civilization, and on the freeway.  On the way, Victor started singing again. 
She almost wanted to smack him on the back of his neck, to get him to stop. 
For such a tough guy, who had a voice like gravel when he spoke to people, she
found it unreal that he was singing in such a high pitched nasal tone of
voice.  The difference was like night and day.  Getting him to stop singing was
almost worth getting discovered.  It was that bad.

     She
felt the van slow down and stop.  After five minutes of waiting, he opened the
side door of the van.  A distinct smell of gasoline hit her nose.  She peeked
from the blanket and saw a red gas can in front of her face.  She unburied a
hand and shoved it further away from her, so she wouldn’t directly breathe in
the fumes.  Victor got back into the van again and started driving.  Thirty
minutes later, over a road with some major bumps, he stopped the vehicle.  He opened
the side door again and unloaded several of the crates from the van.  She
noticed that the smell of gasoline left her vicinity.  He had taken the gas can
with him.  Olivia waited for ten minutes, hearing nothing.  Then, she heard
some loud explosions and intermixed with some yelling and screaming.  She
quickly yanked off the blanket and drew her head to the front windshield,
gazing outward.

      Outside,
she saw a small house in the middle of a clearing surrounded on all sides by
trees.  A messy array of bikes were standing by the front porch.  Olivia saw
Victor wearing a helmet and dark jacket circling a wooden crate and taking a
handful of something from it.  He put one of the circular objects to his mouth
and spat something out.  She saw him lob it through the window, breaking the
glass.  A few seconds later, a loud explosion and rumble, followed by a cloud
of dust and debris flew out the window.  He was tossing grenades into the
house.  Bullet fire quickly followed.  She saw Victor duck and run away to
another window, repeating the process.  She cowered under her blanket, fearing
the worst.  Fifteen more minutes went by, with more yelling, loud explosions
and gunfire.  Hearing the rush of footsteps coming towards the van, she curled
in a ball underneath the blanket and posed absolutely still.

      She
felt someone enter the van through the side door.  As she crouched beneath the
bike under the blanket, she could feel the bike moving away from her.  Someone
was taking the bike out of the van. And with it, the corner of the blanket. 
She was going to be found out soon anyway, and as she couldn’t hold it back she
let out a large sneeze.  Damn dusty basement with its damn dusty crap she never
had the time to box up properly.  Suddenly, the blanket was torn away from
her.  She was lying on the floor of the van, completely visible to anyone
inside, her cover taken away.

     “Ollie,
what are you doing here?
“

     Olivia
looked up into Victor’s eyes.  “Secret Ride-along?”  she asked.

     “Dammit
Livs, you are supposed to be at home.”

     “I wanted
to help,” she said.

     “Well,
now that you’re here, there has to be a change of plans.”

     She
played dumb, for reasons she herself didn’t even understand.  “Why?  What
happened?  What did you do Victor?”

     “Right
now, we are at the Iscariot club house.  Well, what’s left of it.  I chained
their front door so no one could get out, and tossed a few grenades into the
windows, and sabotaged their bikes.  After I unlocked the door, I went in and
mopped up the rest of them.  And got a phone from the club leader to catch the addresses
of the few left that weren’t present and accounted for.  Just so you know, I’ll
be paying them a visit as well.”

     “So,
they’re all dead in there?”

     “Every
last one of them.  So if you want to hightail it out of here, and away from me,
you better do it quick.  But I only did it because those cheats betrayed us and
my brother paid the price with his life.  They all got away scot free.  Until
now.”

     Olivia
looked at the pain of his loss in his eyes.  They were so haunted, with the
memory of his departed brother.  It was like he had been through war, and then
back again.  Her heart went out to him.  She never saw anyone look that empty
in her life.

     She
gave him a determined glare, sympathizing with him.  “I have no idea what it
must be like to lose one of your family like that.  Someone you loved and grew
up with.  And I’m here now, with you.  I’m already involved.”

     Victor
interrupted her, “You can’t be involved anymore.  I’m going to take you home
now, and when the storm dies, I’ll come back for you.”

     It felt
like a rock hit Olivia in the stomach.  The last thing she wanted was to see
him go.  The dry ennui of everyday life was replaced by an electrified sensual
self -awareness whenever she felt his presence.  She felt truly alive with him,
now, in the heat of danger’s aftermath.  “No.  If you leave, I know it will be
goodbye.  I can’t have that.  You make me feel a certain way.  Everything you
said in your letters, affected me.  No one else has ever wanted to make me feel
the way you do.  No one has ever cared that much about me.  I don’t want that
to end.  I need that.  And to keep it, I’ll see whatever it is you want right
up until the closing curtain.”

     “You
have no idea what you are asking,” Victor said.  He started taking off the dark
bulletproof helmet and peeling the flak jacket off his body.

     “I
don’t care.  I just see the hurt, and the injustice of it all, and it makes me
want to get them almost as badly as you do.”

     “We can
discuss this on the way home.  In the meantime, I have a clubhouse to torch. 
You can stay here and wait for me.  I won’t be long.”

     “Like
hell you are leaving me here in this car.  I’m coming with you.  Do you need a
light?”

     Olivia
held up the homemade/prisonmade looking lighter she scooped from his pants
before hiding in his van.  Victor gazed at her with surprise.

     “Son of
a bitch.  You snagged my lighter.  You had this planned all along.  I see you
are pretty committed.  But this is no world for you.  Olivia, you are young,
and have your whole life ahead of you.  You can’t want what I’ve been through. 
I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.”   

     “If it
all works out, no one will know I was involved.  And you are going to need
help.  Do you really think you can do this entirely on your own?”

     “No,
but that’s my cross to bear.”

     “Not
anymore.”  Olivia marched right out of the van and grabbed the gas can.  The
surge of adrenaline was coursing through her veins.  She toyed with the
feeling, enjoying the sense of power it wielded over her. She replied boldly,
and confidently, “Time’s wasting.  Let’s get this done already.  I know I’m
finished talking about it.”  She headed towards the grenaded house, preparing
to douse it with accelerant and light it.

     Victor
whistled
.  Now there is a girl that seizes the day and puts its nutsack in a
jar as a trophy
, he thought to himself.

     She was
like an animal.  After helping Victor to set the remains of the damaged house
alight, she scanned her head upwards to see the blaze stretch to the sky and
savored the wave of heat hitting her in the face.  She watched with hypnotic
fascination as it grew and engulfed the whole house within a few short
minutes.  Hearing it crackle and burn under the intense temperature, a thrill
of power swept through her.  And oddly enough, pride.  She was no longer
Olivia, the timid, dull and dumpy wallflower.  Now she was Olivia, Supreme Wicked
Badass.  On the way back home, a reckless impatience overtook her.  Olivia felt
her skin prickle as the continual zing of adrenaline shot through her system,
causing her heart to accelerate.  She watched Victor silently driving home in
quiet contemplation and squirmed in her seat, thinking of the things she wanted
from him.

      And
now, here she was, on top of him.  Riding him to freaking mindfucking oblivion. 
The restlessness she had in the car worked its way to unbearable levels when
they reached her house.  Once inside the door, Olivia couldn’t take it
anymore.  She grabbed at his shirt, raining his neck and chin with kisses and
small bites.  Victor took her in his arms and let his tongue slip down her neck
to the valley between the top of her breasts.  He grabbed an enormous handful
and started massaging through her bra.  The feel of his firm demanding touch
caused her legs to buckle slightly in response.  Victor felt the sudden shift in
her body and caught her, his other hand supporting her rounded ass.  The
muscles in her core tightened as she felt her body tense in preparation for
him.  Moist liquid heat escaped her tight pussy, dampening the fabric of her
lace underwear.  Victor moved his hand up to the hem of her pants to roughly
pull them towards the ground.  His fingers played with the lace overlay of her
panties before heading downwards to sweep a bold finger across her slit.  He
felt her warmth as his fingers tested her damp entrance.  He uttered a brutish
growl of male satisfaction as he spread the wetness of her over his fingers. 
His mouth closed over the top globe of her breast while he crudely stripped the
panties down her legs.

      At his
touch, her groans were muffled against the hot smooth skin around his muscular
chest.  She had to taste the sweat of his desire for her again, feel the
electric sizzle of his skin against her searching tongue.  She parted her legs
so he could stimulate her more.  Instead, he urgently guided her towards the
staircase.  They fumbled their way up it until they both collapsed in a hot
mess on her bed.

      Olivia
raked her nails across his belt as she whipped the leather strap out of the
buckle.  Undoing his pants, she snapped them down while Victor moved his hips
around to help her peel them off him.  Exposing his briefs, she reached inside
and felt for his hard erection.  Her hand pressed into it, in a slow series of
seductive pumping compressions.  Victor arched himself backward as her hand
closed and squeezed around his throbbing shaft.  She could sense the warm beat
of his blood filling his massive member, and tightened her grip more, ever so
slightly.  Victor sucked the air in his teeth as he swelled to an almost
oppressive pressure.  Olivia’s hand slid to the base of his cock as she leaned
in and sealed her lips airtight around his shaft.  Olivia pushed her hand into
his chest, directing him to fall back and lie down on the bed.  With one arm
bent behind his head in a relaxed pose, the other stroked her hair and held it
in a rough ponytail as she glided her wet mouth up and down his rod.  With her
other hand curving and twisting up the base of his shaft to meet her descending
mouth, she worked Victor into a near orgasmic high.  He lifted his pelvis to
meet her mouth and his palm secured the back of her neck to guide his pleasure. 
He groaned as her head bobbed up and down his penis, wet with a glittering
sheen of her saliva that surrounded and ran down in small traces to the base.  She
stopped and grabbed the base of his cock.

      Straddling
him, she held him in position.  Teasing the head of his cock with the sensitive
outer folds of her pussy.  Raising it higher and rubbing the tip with the
beaded precum along the nub of her clit.  Victor exhaled with a frustrated male
impatience.  She had a predetermined talent at driving him to a lustful state
of crazy.  He grabbed her thighs and made a sharp upward thrust, aiming for her
entrance.  It hit its mark.  Olivia moaned and crumpled over in a sudden
sensation of ecstasy as his shaft bladed its way inside her.  She felt the
swell of him widen her inner space as the pull of him expanding her sent erotic
thrills shuddering through her body. 

     She gripped
his tensed biceps and rocked instinctively over him, clasping forcefully onto
him, and picking up speed.  Olivia moved with ruthless abandonment.  With free
will gone, she had no other recourse.  Her body demanded it.  With every
undulating move of her hips, waves of bliss washed over her, as she pinned
Victor down to the bed and impaled herself on his shaft.  Victor reached up
with his hand and felt for the top cleft buried in her mound.  He pushed his
finger in and massaged the fleshy bud hiding within.  Olivia bucked against his
touch and gave out small short excited gasps. He felt her walls take further
hold against him and the telltale tremors against his overstimulated shaft that
she was about to climax.  She slammed into him harder, letting him penetrate
her as deep as she could allow him.  Olivia gave out a loud sexy groan as she
gave one last lunge backwards and arched her back slightly, sending out one
last vaginal compression in one voltaic shivering orgasm, wringing out the last
bit of his release into her body.  Victor gasped and as he flexed his body into
her and shot his molten load in her channel.         

     He
rolled off of her and grabbed at his pants that lay crumpled on the floor.  He
picked out the phone in his back pocket and touched in the passcode.  Leaning
back on the bed, and scrolling through it, a bitter grin washed over his face.

    
“Curtis.  You’re up next, buddy.”

     “You’re
going after him?” she asked.

     “You
betcha.  If their name is familiar, I will be calling.  And I remember, this
guy was there.  He saw my brother go down.  He may not have shot him, but he
knew he was double crossing us.  He’s going to find out what it means to mess
with the Colton brothers.”

     Olivia
recalled the exhilarating rush she had when she poured out the gas can around
the perimeter of the house and set it alight.  She wanted that vibrant
adrenaline kick again.  “I want to go with you.”

     “You
really want to do this with me?”

     “Of
course.  You’re a part of my life now.  I love that thrill risk I get when
you’re around.  Ever since those letters, I imagined what it would be like, that
experience of sharing my life with you, when you got out.  And I want you to
share yours with me.”

     Victor
gave her a hard, doubtful  look. “You sure?  Because I’m not taking this guy
out for tea.  I’m taking him out for good.  It’s going to be ugly.  I don’t
think you should be a part of that at all.”

     “Too
late for that.  I helped you wrap up the job on the clubhouse.  I would do more
for you, if I can.”

     “Olive
pip, I think you should quit while you’re ahead.  Before you get in too deep. 
It’s bad enough that you were at the house in the first place.  But you weren’t
involved in killing anyone.  That won’t be the case this time.”

     “I
could just ride with you in the van.  And wait for you.”

     “It’s
not a beer run, Ollie!”

     Olivia
snapped a witty response.  “Well, how are you going to get this guy?  Does he
know you? Does he remember you?”

     “Umm,
yeah.”

     “So do
you think he’s going to answer the door when you come knocking on it?”

     “No, I
suppose not.”

     She
critically examined his lack of planning.  “So are you just going to barge into
his house, guns blazing?  See if you can sneak your way into the back?  Do you
even have a plan?”

     Victor
gave her a frustrated sigh.  He never liked anyone second guessing him.  “Livs,
do you have a point?  Are you going somewhere with this?”

     She
gave him a sly aside.  “Yes, dear, in fact I do…”

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     With
newly manicured nails, she pressed in the fancy brass doorbell.  A light
pleasant chime sounded from inside the house.

     She
heard a stiff voice answer.  “Yeah, coming!”

     She
heard footsteps pound towards the door.  Opening it, she was faced with a man
with several days of beard growth on his face, still wearing his bathrobe.  She
looked him up and down.  Yup, he did look like he was still single.  No wedding
ring on his finger.  Victor guessed and told her as much.  Through the
grapevine he had heard that this son-of-a-bitch was one of the horniest players
in the rival club.  He would be an easy first mark for the two of them.  And
Olivia volunteered herself up as the sexy bait.  His bathrobe was loosely tied,
showing a large triangle of a hairy chest and the elastic waistband of his blue
boxers.  The brown hair around his balding head needed a trim.  His eyes drank
in the sight of her half naked body.  Good.  Olivia smiled at him.

     She
played with the light pink strap on her bra, turned her head down to gaze up at
him, and licked her tongue over her top lip seductively.  “I’m here on behalf
of someone to deliver you a special message,” she said.  Her hands went down to
smooth the satin panties over her crotch.  His eyes followed the downward
descent of her motions.

     His
voice caught in his throat for a minute as he gazed at her exposed skin and
gradually drew his sight up again to her voluminous breasts.

      “Is
this some kind of Strip-o-Gram or something?” he asked.

    
“Maybe.  You like the message so far?’

     The man
gave a shy smile.  “Yeah, so far it’s nice..”

     “If you
want the personal delivery, you’re going to have to invite me in.”  She leaned
over a little so he could get a better view of her cleavage.  His gaze fixed on
her chest, hypnotized by the rounded globes overflowing in the cups that were
too small for them and barely holding them in.  She continued, “What do you
say, do you want to see more?”

     His
response was delayed, as the blood was currently not circulating in regular
amounts to his brain, and was diverted to another direction.  “Uhh, sure, ok,”
he said as he opened the door wider to let her in.

     Olivia
could hardly believe that her cheesy cliché of a plan was working so well so
far.  Victor was right.  This guy was always up for an anytime, anywhere fuck. 
As she walked past him inside, her fingers slid across the naked exposed part
of his chest.  He closed the door, and locked it.  She hung back and leaned
against the cool wood of the front door.  Dipping her hands under the neckline
of his robe, she gently pulled him into her.  She gave him a long slow deep kiss
and reached around to grab at his waist.  Her other hand inched down to
silently fiddle with the door he just locked.  She felt the snap of it in her
hand as she turned it to an open position.  His hands swept across her abdomen
to touch the cleft in her pussy.  She grimaced as she felt his touch through
her panties.  Pushing him slightly off her, she whispered, “Let’s continue
this…somewhere else.  Why don’t you lead the way?”

     He
grunted in agreement and led her up the way to his bedroom.  Grabbing at the
open part of his bathrobe, she let herself fall backwards onto his bed, making
the gravity of her descent take him with her.  He tumbled on top of her in a
messy lusty heap, grabbing at her chest and kneading them over her bra, his
tongue searching for the bottom valley concealed between them.  He groaned and
pushed his groin against her pussy, all the while making small muffled grunts
with his head buried in her chest.  She reached inside the bathrobe and stroked
his cock.  He groaned again and pushed his hardness into her hand.  She tugged
it out from the window in his boxers and ran her curved hand up and down the
length of it.  She whispered in his ear, “Want to make things more
interesting?”

     “Sure,”
he grunted, moving his dick back and forth in her grip.

     “Ok,
lie back and relax.”

     Curtis
slowly leaned over and rested with his back on the bed, moving slowly so Olivia
wouldn’t break the grip or constant rhythm she was applying to his erect cock. 
He hummed to himself as Olivia’s soft hands and solid grip worked its magic. 
He closed his eyes and raised his hips and started thrusting into her hand.

     “Nice
so far,” he said.  “How about I see what else those sweet little lips can do?”

     “Sure
thing,” she said.  “But first, before I fuck you with my mouth, I want you to
do something for me.”