Page 13 of What He Wants

I lost complete and utter control, convulsing wildly as my orgasm surged through my body, powerful, as it nourished a fierce need inside me. Even as the feeling slowly waned, Big John continued to grind his hard cock against me, breathing heavily through his nose, his tongue inside my mouth, a hand twisting in my hair. I could feel his heart pounding inside his chest, could feel his muscles crushing me, and the thin layer of sweat that covered my face and neck. Big John kissed me until I calmed, relaxing like a rag doll against his bike.

His hard cock was anything but relaxed.

“I-I’ve never−”

I clamped my mouth shut as embarrassment began to set in. I’d never allowed myself to lose control like that, had never allowed a virtual stranger to do the things that I’d just let him do. What was wrong with me? I was so freaking confused over my response to him. Why did he have this power over me? I’d thought that Paul had ruined me for other men, but maybe Big John was just the right man for me. No, that was impossible to know at this early date. Maybe a year of celibacy was my limit, and Big John had just entered my life at the right place and time.

Yeah, that thought didn’t hold water.

I’d gone longer.

“You okay, baby?” he finally asked in a low, hoarse tone. He thrust roughly against me.

Big John’s cock was still hard as concrete. Would he expect me to reciprocate? It was only fair. I thrust up, letting him know without words that I was very much aware of his predicament. Then I moved my hand to the front of his pants with the intention of undoing them. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to feel him in my hands. I was sure that he was of the same mind, which made it more confusing when he sat up and away from me. He pulled me up with him.

“I appreciate the thought, but it’s not going to happen. I’m not a boy who can’t hold out for the prize,” he growled. “The first time I come, it’s going to be inside this tight pussy.” I gasped as his hand cupped my heat. “Not by your hand, or my hand, hell, not even your mouth, but by this. It’s going to be hard and rough and it’s going to be more than once. I’m going to fuck you into the next day.”

Whew, he didn’t mince words. I’d never had a man state with such open crudeness the filthy things that he wanted to do to me. Paul had, but I didn’t count his screaming threats. They hadn’t turned me on like Big John’s husky tone was doing right then. It was a threat veiled with the promise of ecstasy. “You sound very sure of yourself.” I found myself smiling.

He stared at me long and hard. “Do I look like a man who doesn’t get what he wants?”

No, he didn’t. I couldn’t imagine anyone telling him no and not suffering the consequences for it. Before I could respond, his mouth slammed down onto mine, and he was taking what he wanted. Protesting didn’t even enter my mind. After all, I’d just let the man give me an orgasm. I liked kissing Big John. His mouth was firm and persuasive, easily forcing mine to open so he could slip his demanding tongue against mine. I moaned with pleasure, and then our tongues were doing the back and forth dance.

His big hand cupped the back of my head, holding me firmly against him. My breasts were crushed against his chest, our torsos were flush, and the heat between our legs melded into one, big, throb of hunger. It was as if I hadn’t just had an orgasm. More liquid spilled into my panties, and I knew that it wouldn’t take much for Big John to make me come again. His kiss had taken me from zero to one hundred in seconds flat. Finally, he moved away, both of us exhaling heavily.

“Should I be afraid?” Was that my voice? I hardly recognized it.

“Yeah, you should be very afraid.” I could hear the grin in his voice. “I’m not a soft man. I work and play harder, and when it comes to the things I enjoy most in life, I fucking enjoy them to the max. That includes sex. I want you, woman. And I’m going to have you. I don’t know when, but I can promise you this--when I do claim your pussy, you’ll be fucking sore for a week.”

Oh my! I just had a mini orgasm. I froze, captured by his gaze and his bold admission. He wanted me. I could hear the truth in his words, and I became a little frightened. Big John dismounted and held out his hand to help me do the same. I put my hand in his without hesitation. A lot about him frightened me, made me a little cautious, but instinct suggested that he wouldn’t hurt me, at least not physically.

“Thanks for the warning--I think.” Under the circumstances, I was amazed that I was so steady on my feet. He didn’t let go of my hand, but turned and stepped toward the door.

“Come on, I could use a fucking drink.”

I could use something, too. We entered a big room that, at first glance, looked like a bar. As Big John removed his coat to reveal the long-sleeved shirt and cut beneath it, I took note that most of the men in the room were dressed very similarly. All their leather cuts were decorated with patches, some had more than others, and it was clear that the atmosphere between them wasfilled with close comradery. They were scattered throughout the room in several clusters, smoking and drinking and murmuring in low tones, their heads close together.

There were a few women in the room, and what they were wearing shocked me. It didn’t amount to much more than tiny skirts, bikini tops, and super high stilettos. I counted five of them, and it soon became apparent to me, from the amount of makeup they had on and the bedroom look of their mussed hair, what they were there for. Entertainment for the men. The looks that they turned my way were a mixture of indifference, mild curiosity, and hostility, and one woman was staring at Big John with open lust.

I glanced up at him. He was holding out his hand for my jacket, I assumed. I unzipped the supple leather and began to shrug out of it. “I thought this was a family Christmas party.”

His crooked grin shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was. “The party is being held in the public bar and attached restaurant. This is the clubhouse for the brothers. Not too many civilians are allowed back here.”

“Whew! For a minute there I was worried that I was overdressed.” His glittering eyes were narrowed on me, running appreciatively over my festive top until I began to feel overly warm. Seeing his gaze linger on my breasts, I was thankful for the sequins, because they hid my reaction to his perusal.

I heard someone let out a shrill whistle. “Woo wee! Big John! Looks like you hit the fucking jackpot, brother.”

My eyes followed the sound of the voice to land on a man that was standing at the dart board. He was yanking out darts that he’d already thrown, his gaze raking over me in a thorough, appreciative glance. Yes, he was interested, but he wasn’t being crudely obvious about it. I automatically returned his friendly smile.

“Eyes in your fucking head, brother,” Big John snarled, taking me by the hand. He ignored the others and pulled me behind him through a door and into another room.

The public bar was jumping with action. The lights were down low, but were bright enough that I could make out the subtle Christmas decorations throughout the room. The dark simplicity screamed that this was a hard-core bikers’ bar and little else. Pictures on the walls were of naked and half-naked girls on motorcycles. There were some of just bikes, and one wall displayed a collection of framed pictures of bikers with a sign above them that read, ‘Rest in Peace’. The music blasting through the speakers was rock and roll, and there were couples dancing everywhere. I automatically searched for Jasmine, but didn’t find her.

Big John pulled me up to the bar, squeezing between two other men that were occupying stools. He leaned over, drawing the bartender’s attention. “Two beers!” he shouted so that he could be heard above the noise of the bar. He glanced back at me. “Beer okay with you?”

I was tempted to say no, since he hadn’t asked me before ordering, but he had thought to ask after, so I guessed that was something. My hand was still in his big, warm one, but when the beers were set down before us he released me to pick them up. “Come on, babe. The family party is in the restaurant.”

I followed him wordlessly. A few people called out to Big John as we made our way through the crowd, but all he did was acknowledge them with a lift of his chin. When we stepped through into the restaurant, the difference was breathtaking. Someone had spent a lot of time decking the place out so that it appeared like a winter wonderland. There was a huge tree in the corner with a beautiful angel at the top, and a couple of hundred gifts surrounding the base. Garland and strings of blinking lights were hung throughout the room with bells and giant bows hanging from them. Tables were set up with finger foods and drinks.