Pride and Pregnancy (A Devil's Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance) (23 page)

T
rent pulled
me down into the bed with him, and our bodies immediately intertwined. He was so handsome, with his incredible physique and the fire burning deep in his eyes.

I could feel an insatiable rush, the pressure of the urges in my brain forcing me
onward, tomorrow doesn’t matter, just focus on the right now.

But, then again, I’d forgotten a lot of things.

I let him take control.

Show me,
my eyes pleaded.

Help me learn.

Teach me.

And he did. God yes he did.

Trent grasped onto my wrists, holding them down on either side as he lay down upon me, but careful to not crush me. I felt his jeans brush against my skin. As my need overcame me, I was all too eager to run my fingertips down his sculpted abs.

But he wouldn’t let me.

Trent kissed me deeply, hungrily, and moved his lips down to my throat. I craned my neck, exposing the tender flesh to his hot breath and tugging teeth. He kissed, nibbled, and bit at the skin before moving downwards.

His hands still binding my wrists to the bed above my head, he worshipped my ample bosom.

With dripping lust, he took one perky nipple into his mouth. He tugged with his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, flooding my head with pleasure.

He moved to the other. He kept my wrists together with one hand while moving the other down to grasp the breast fully, his fingers digging into the supple flesh.

I could see the strong bulge in his jeans.

I wanted more.

Needed more.

Yanking my wrists free, I took him by surprise. My hands immediately flew to his jeans, my fingers nimbly unbuckling his belt and tugging down the pants.

Almost immediately, his cock sprung to life.

And it was
massive.

A long, thick erection bounced in the air between us. In the soft light, I could see a glistening drop of his precum on the very tip, a precursor to his mounting need for pleasure.

But what caught my eye just as much as the generous thickness or incredible length was the collection of piercings lining its length.

“You pierced it?” I asked wondrously.

“Ribbed, for your pleasure,” he chuckled.

I was fascinated.

“Nuh-uh,” he smiled wickedly. “I’m in control. I’m in charge. And it’s my job to show you how this works, right? You just lay back until I tell you otherwise…”

I did as I was told, and Trent descended down to my abdomen, peppering a trail of kisses south – towards my thighs. He was no longer holding my wrists down, but his large, strong hands wrapped around my thighs…holding me in place.

Playfully, I tried to fight his strength, but it was to absolutely no avail.

His lips planted along my inner thighs, kissing his little trail along the supple skin. I breathed out a sigh of anticipation on my back, knowing that my steaming core was ready for whatever he had in mind…

I felt a single, slick finger slide into my wet pussy.

“Oh wow…you
are
tight,” he whispered huskily.

My chasm let him inside, but barely. I could feel myself clenching around his digit as he began to stroke me from the inside, easing me for what was to come.

A second finger poked in beside the first, stretching me harder. Almost immediately, they found my bundle of nerves, stroking along my inner button and sending fresh spasms of pleasure across my body. Meanwhile, his thumb stroked along the outer lips, teasing my nerve endings with expert precision.

When I thought there couldn’t possibly be any more to this, I felt his lips brush against my small, engorged clit, his tongue teasing it with varied pleasure.

I moaned with satisfaction as he worked me like a delicate instrument, playing my body to fulfill its needs.

My back lifted from the sheets.

My thighs struggled to clasp around his face.

My fingers threaded deep into his hair.

I rode his face, my hips practically bucking with pleasure as the rockstar worked his magic. He started switching things up – his tongue, burrowing deep inside me as his fingers worked my lips and my throbbing clit.

It was paradise.

I felt a rising, building, mounting feeling of desire from deep down. It was like nothing I’d ever felt – a systematic, rising
need
that had to be fulfilled, or a struggling, forceful promise that demanded to be made.

My body was quivering with its intensity.

Pleasure was whiplashing down my spine.

“Don’t stop,” I begged him hungrily. “Please don’t stop,
fuck
, just keep going…”

I could sense a change in his breath.

An exhale.

No.

A
chuckle.

He was
grinning
.

My mind was pushed to the edge of a precipice, and finally, achingly, brought to release. I felt my pleasure rocket off the edge as I was brought to a body breaking, overwhelming warmth of lustful, all-encompassing sexual gratification.

I’d never experienced anything like this.

“Was that your first orgasm?” He asked, pulling up from between my legs as they trembled. The breath had been stripped from my very lips.

“First with… Someone else…”

“Well…tonight’s going to be a night of
firsts
for you, isn’t it?” He smiled almost wickedly, although I could sense tenderness behind the grin.

My own large grin crossed my face as I nodded again, sinking down into the sheets. “That was amazing.”

“That was
just the start
,” he told me, sliding onto his back beside me. “And now it’s your turn, my little Angel.”

“
My
turn?”

“That’s right,” he grinned, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off. Laid out beside me, he was a long, powerful specimen of masculine perfection.

Even overlooking that throbbing, massive cock between his legs, pierced to perfection.

“I don’t…I mean, I
can,
but I don’t know how,” I whispered, catching my breath.

“Don’t worry. I’ll show you.”

I nodded one last time, sliding onto his body for a deep kiss. I could feel his erection between us – and what startled me most, even more than the huge size, was how much
warmth
it vented.

The thing was practically piping-hot.

I almost flinched at the unexpected heat.

“It’s okay,” Trent whispered, his fingers brushing strands of hair from my face. “Just do what feels natural. I’ll help you.”

I kissed him again, tasting my fluids on his tongue, before pushing down against his awesome pecs. His skin was so tight, so defined, sculpted into perfection.

Sliding down his body, I let my hands grope, my fingertips trail, and my nails dig. I found myself wanting to learn every inch of his body.

Soon, I was kneeling between his legs in bed, each one a massive trunk that stretched outward. I lowered my face, grasping the studded cock. It was slick with wet pleasure, clearly ready for my attention.

My tongue slipped against his bulbous crown.

It was salty, yet sweet.

The head was so firm, so full of blood and eager for release. I realized how selfless Trent had been, bringing me to an orgasm first, and I wanted to repay him in kind.

My lips wrapped around his head, and I pushed down around the shaft.

His immediate groans told me what I needed to know. They encouraged me, pushed me onwards, and I began to slowly draw myself up and down his cock. It was interesting to feel his piercings against my tongue – I hadn’t really thought about catching on them, but to my satisfaction they didn’t bother me in the slightest.

At Trent’s instruction, I started teasing him, flicking my tongue along the base of his head as I stroked his cock with my hand. This got me the reaction I wanted, and he lifted his head to groan, looking down into my eyes.

I gave him the sexiest look I could muster, and he almost came right there and then.

Instead, he pulled me up from his cock, tossing me back down into the covers. Instinctively, my ankles parted, and he descended upon me in the instant.

The exhilaration threw my eyes wide open, and I was barely prepared for his lips against mine again, his tongue in my mouth. My chest was heaving; my fingers were digging into his shoulder blades.

I could only barely keep up with his unhinged pleasure, and terror gripped me as I felt the tip of his cock brush up against my lower lips.

“Are you ready?” He whispered delicately.

I nodded.

“Tell me.”

“I’m ready,” I whispered.

“Prove it,” he grinned.

“Trent…fuck me,” I pleaded.

The head began to push in, and I gasped against his grinning, confident lips.

Just a finger or two had stretched me, but his thick cock was on a completely different level. If he hadn’t already prepared me with his tongue…I knew I wouldn’t have been able to withstand his massive, hot member.

As promised, Trent was gentle. I held onto his body and tried to relax, and he reassuringly whispered sweet nothings and support into my ear. We waited like that for just a moment and I knew it was time. Catching his eyes, I smiled.

Oh GOD…

He drove deep, my body engulfing his saliva slickened cock into my wetness and taking my virginity once and for all.

I was claimed.

I was
his.

Trent was sheathed deep inside me. The sting subsided after a few moments to manageable, almost pleasurable levels. I was amazed at how well he fit inside me. His cock was so huge, stretching my slickened walls so wide. I just didn’t think I could take it.

He continued being gentle, at least at first.

Trent was precise with his movements, positioning my hips so that his piercings excited my folds just properly, pressing up against my button of nerves deep inside.

“Oh god…” I murmured, my fingernails clenching into his back.

“I’m going to be careful this first time.”

I nodded, barely able to focus on his words. Did he mean there would be a next time?

Trent held himself up above me, ensuring that his weight didn’t crush me. I felt him push deep into me and drag halfway out, not willing to break our physical connection.

As I adjusted to his movements, I started to sway my hips with them, pushing against his pelvis with my own to meet the grinding of our bodies.

He seemed to be enjoying himself, judging by his eyes clasped shut, the groans from deep within his thick, barrel chest, and the way that his cock trembled inside.

This is sex,
I thought to myself.

This is what I’ve been missing.

It’s fucking incredible.

I felt like a missing part of me was finally being fulfilled. An aching chasm, both physically and emotionally, was at the pinnacle of fulfillment.

Trent supplied that through a thick, studded cock.

Anyone else would have fucked this up, but it just felt so
right
with him. It felt like everything was falling into place.

I couldn’t explain it. At the time, I ignored most of the thoughts, or at least tried to.
It’s the moment,
I thought to myself.
It’s just because we’re having sex. He has to leave soon, anyway.

The thought of him leaving my side chilled me to my very core. He noticed, slowing down and pressing his lips to my ear.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

“No, don’t lock me out. What is it?”

“It’s just…you’re leaving soon, right?”

He paused, smiling knowingly. “I’ll be here until dawn… And dawn is hours away…”

W
e fucked long
into the night, occasionally stopping to rest. We’d drink water (or in my case, sports drinks that practically dripped with electrolytes) and rest our aching muscles for a few minutes before ramping it back up.

I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt.

The night I lost my virginity, I was 14 and the chick was 16. She was some older girl who was this total slut that I met at some party I was
way
too young to have been in.

Half-drunk, we made out in a closet before she whipped out my dick, sucking me down like a champ. It was a spontaneous experience that grew me up
real
fast, especially when she pushed her panties aside and straddled my erection.

I felt spent but filthy after that.

But the confidence boost was incredible.

It helped that I had a naturally attractive build. All I had to do was work on it properly. With the burst in self-assurance from my first lay, I was practically drowning in pussy.

It suited me just fine.

Then, when my little afterschool band and I swapped a few members out and started playing decent gigs, got the right attention, and wound up with an LP demo sent out to the right people in the right places…

Huh,
I thought to myself, pulling Angel down hard on my studded dick again.
I guess I’ve never fucked someone I actually cared about.

Just acknowledging that she was anything more than a temporary fix was monumental alone.

Angel came hard on my cock time and time again, surprisingly ready for more. I held back my own orgasm for as long as I could – eager to draw out her pleasure – but there was only so much that I could withstand.

This time, we came together. It was an incredible, heart-pumping experience that absolutely defied explanation.

We nestled up together in my bed, her head easily resting in the crook of my shoulder. My body tried to relax into the post-orgasmic stupor that it loved so much, but I defied my lethargic nature to stay up with her.

Up until the dawning light.

“I wish I could go with you,” Angel whispered.

“Do you want to?” I asked.

She immediately propped herself up on an elbow, eager to give me her undivided attention. I could see tentative anticipation on her face.

“What do you mean?” She asked quietly.

“Well…it’s just us on the road, right? The bus has room for you, and it’s not like we have a lot of shows left. We’re pretty much heading straight home after this.”

I could see the cogs spinning in her head.

“I mean…where will I go when the tour ends? You’re not coming back to Alabama...”

“No, probably not,” I told her. “But I think that you and I can probably figure it out when we get to that point.”

I felt her heart practically stop against me.

“You…you would…no, there’s no way…”

“I mean it,” I told her, smiling warmly. “I feel a real connection to you. And if it doesn’t work out, so what? We get you on a bus and you just come straight back. No harm in trying, right?”

“Do you…seriously want to keep me around?” She asked quietly.

“I told you, Angel. I
feel
something with you. Come with me,” I replied.

“Are you…are you sure?”

“
Positive.
”

“I won’t, like, distract you?”

“Not at all.”

“What about the others?”

“The others?
Fuck
the others.”

“Trent, you can’t just–”

“I certainly
can.
If they have a problem with you, then they have a problem with
me
. I’m the driving force behind this group. They can’t go on without me. You’re not a damn Yoko.”

“Who?”

“Yoko Ono… The Beatles?”

Her eyes were still searching for understanding.

“I’ll explain it to you later,” I said, laughing. “Just come.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “Let’s do this.”

“Do you need anything?”

She thought for a moment.

“My backpack. It’s back home. My social security card, my state ID.”

I jumped up from the bed, throwing clothes on. “We don’t have a lot of time,” I warned her, lifting a blind with a fingertip. The sun’s rays were already penetrating through the semi-darkness.

Steven was going to be
pissed
.

I threw a couple of her clothes towards her. “Angel, if we’re going, we need to do it now
.
”

“Okay,” she agreed, tossing on her miniskirt and shirt. She didn’t bother with anything else. Within minutes, we were in the rental jeep and flying down the Interstate.

Keeping a tired but aware eye out for any state troopers, perched along the shoulder of the highway, my priority was to safely put considerable distance between the bus and us.

Her little ramshackle bar was an hour-ish away, and we
definitely
had less than two hours to spare.

As I pushed that little rental Wrangler up to eighty miles per hour, a concerning thought occurred to me. I quickly patted at my pockets.

Fuck.

In the rush, I’d forgotten my phone.

Steven was going to be
seriously
pissed.